Omegamalereader cerita

Male x uke male reader. In an hidden world of Devils and Angels, both species work to help humans make decisions for the best or the worst. (M/n) is a young Angel who has for duty to guide humans on the right path. He is often found playing with human children after his work which never caused problems until he met a Devil not quite like the others. - - - "You shouldn't do that." "I'm not doing anything wrong !" - - - "For an Angel you sure talk back a lot." "For a Devil you sure talk too much." - - - Updates every Saturday. English isn't my mother tongue so feel free to point out my mistakes.

just as the title says

[Kinda-slow updates] Yoongi rejects his mate by telling him he'll never love him. His mate leaves and makes friends with other alphas, betas and omegas who learn that they love and want to protect him. description sucks but I tried :')

The familiar taste of thick coppery blood was thick on his tongue as his breaths came out in thick raspy gasps. The sharp stinging pain at the back of his head made a groan leave his lips, but not once did his grip on the man pinned underneath him falter who's struggles were growing weaker with each passing second. His usually well maintain appearance, something he prized himself on was an utter mess. Sweat made the long silky strands of his once immaculately styled hair stick to his face, his clothes disheveled and torn in some places. His eyes wide , the slits in them dilated to the extent he looked like a wild animal. Wasn't this ironic ? Him. the prized jewel of high society, a beloved, feared and respected man. The future emperor at one point in his life. Reduced to this instinct driven beast. But he didn't care. He couldn't care. After so many life times of failing over and over again and drowning deeper in despair, he finally had something to want. To need. To own. And as he stared down into the fearful eyes of this beautiful creature he knew nothing. Absolute nothing. Not even the gods themselves would stop him from having it. Form having him.

a rewrite of my Wednesday story, Sunday is bonny and blithe