Honestly your love for whb dying is actually relatable, theres absolutely nothing to do in whb, the gacha system is fucked, the events are getting uninteresting and rushed, they’e making shitty new games instead of finishing their main story, in general its losing its spark and the fandom is slowly dying too more dead then its been
Yeah... It doesn't seem to get any better.
I don't really have the inspiration to do anything either. It is sad, but I think that I will have to move onto something new... Maybe I will make fanarts here and there, make more stickers but I don't think I can keep doing the interview stuff again since I am now very late on the canon events anyway...
But for the fans who are still here, I really hope that PB will do better!
Hey Naomi!!! I Saw your post about what in hell is bad and it was so damn good!!!! How can you write such a good story? I mean your story is very good and I like it !!! And since your request is open~ can you do (actually anything you want ) an A/B/O Au's for Asmodeus and Leviathan (my male wife) x alpha male reader who rarely spend time with them because they are busy (here you decide) and can you make it NSFW? It's like they're making love because they've been apart for too long and miss each other.separately please..... I really like your blog or and your work✨
Fandom: What in Hell is Bad?
Content: Omega!Leviathan x Alpha!M!MC (you/your) & Foras, Omegaverse, some sort of post-canon shenanigans, MC is called a dog (derogatory) and runs with it, knotting, mentions of biting, asphyxiation
Summary: Leviathan calls you back to Hell to help him deal with his heat.
A/N: Thank you for the request. I was working on this while I took a brief social media break. Only Leviathan for this one ^^ I think he would make a cute Omega. Dishonest, but cute.
Word Count: 2,631
Your entire right side was beginning to hurt from having lied on it nonstop for the last couple days. You held your phone in a single hand, mindlessly flicking your thumb across the screen as you scrolled from one video to another. No single clip kept your attention span for more than a few seconds before being swiped away. Even after keeping up the routine for days, none of them could entertain you the way Hell could. The way he could.
There was something devastating about being without your mate, as much as he protested the label. The mortal realm simply didn't feel the same without him by your side and, you hoped, he felt the same hollow ache; the boredom, the longing, the-
"Your majesty."
You nearly tossed your phone into the air as the disembodied voice gave you a sudden fright, but you managed to somehow keep ahold of it.
Checking to make sure you hadn't presses anything by accident or damaged anything, you let out a sigh. Then, you glowered at the corner of your room.
"I wish you would learn to knock."
"My apologies."
Slightly to the left of where you had been glaring, a figure slowly began to become opaque. Tattoos in the form of words and symbols you couldn't read ran under his eyes like tears, his two opalescent horns glimmered under the hard florescent lighting, and his red eyes stared at you from behind rose pink hair.
Without a word, Foras set down the coffin that he always carried with him— the true mark of one of Hades trusted numbers— and opened the lid. Inside was an impossible depth, swirling with unknown planets, hurdling rocks, and trails of stardust that built a twisting road. It was a grand painting made manifest.
He bowed his head in respect. "Lord Leviathan has asked me to retrieve you."
You knew that Foras was nothing if not reliable. The fact that Leviathan had given him an order meant that it would be carried out, regardless of your feelings on the matter. Not that you minded one bit. It was about time for you to see your lover again after so long.
You stood from your spot at the table to scrape the scraps of egg into the trash before washing the dish and silverware then setting them to dry in the rack.
You ran the towel between your hands to dry them as you looked at Foras who had been patiently waiting for you.
"Remind me, is it the first or second left past the supernova?"
"The third," he corrected. "Things have shifted."
"Of course," you confirmed before walking straight into the open coffin.
The lid closed behind you, sealing you off from the human world and only giving you one direction to go. With your eyes facing forward, you began to walk across the sea of stars. Astral bodies glittered in the distance, rocks of ice and precious metal flew by close enough to touch. Something screeched in the distance, but you had learned better than to try and find the source. All you had to do was stare ahead, take the correct turns, and find the exit, which was, aptly, another door in the middle of space.
At least it was easy to find.
You opened the door and walked through.
"It seems that you've finally decided to show your face once again."
The voice barely suppressing its rage the moment you stepped into Hell was like music to your ears. If you had a tail, it would have been wagging. More than his voice, though, was his scent. He smelled of rain, smoke, and old books. It wasn't the sweet smell people always attributed to omega, but it was the one that you loved more than any other.
You quickly raised your hand to the level of your eyes right as he coolly called out for you to hang.
A rope lowered from some unseen spot in the ceiling, catching around the back of your neck and your raised arm. It pulled you upward, leaving your feet dangling off the ground. It was mildly uncomfortable, but manageable, especially when you noticed Leviathan's angry face was when he realized that you weren't being choked. He was too cute.
"I missed you too," you sang.
"No one claimed to miss you."
He stood from his throne with impeccable grace, long legs strolling casually down the steps while also commanding your respect and awe. You were so happy that you were the only one present to see how beautiful he was at the moment because if anyone else saw him… you would probably have to gouge their eyes out for being unworthy.
Leviathan stopped only when he was directly in front of you, head at the height of your chest due to how high you had been lifted. He grimaced before snapping his fingers.
All at once, it was if the rope had been cut and you went plummeting toward the ground. You landed unceremoniously on your rear, the rope falling loosely around your neck in the same fashion as the citizens of Hades. Carefully sliding your hand out of the noose, you moved to rub your now sore ass.
You should have known better than to have your head higher than his.
That wasn't the lecture that came out of his mouth though. In fact, no lecture came out. Instead, it was a command dressed up as a statement.
"I'm in heat."
The confession made something inside of you snap to attention. Suddenly, your bottom no longer hurt. At least, it didn't hurt enough to give it any further concern. Now, all you could think about was shifting your position to rest on your knees before Leviathan's cold gaze.
It was exhilarating.
"Please," you wrapped your arms around his waist, palms resting against his two perfectly rounded cheeks as your fingers teased at the seam of his pants, "allow me the honor of serving you."
There were thousands of devils that would do anything for a chance to be Leviathan's partner for a single night, but none of them where the ones invited to his side. Only you had been given that honor. Only you could dare to ask for something so grand. And your boldness earned Leviathan's shimmering eyes glaring down at you in contempt, as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt to be brushed off his person.
Rather than flick you away, however, he pressed the sole of his foot against the notable bulge in your pants.
"Are you a dog?" He asked with a sneer twisting the corners of his mouth.
He certainly made you feel like one.
You smiled up at him, drinking in the ire of his expression like an oasis in the desert. If you could wag your tail for him, you would.
"Woof~"
His eyes narrowed.
You could tell how closely he was examining you, analyzing how devoted your gaze was. You wanted to give him even more. Your breath, your touch, your very self.
You mouthed at the front of his pants, practically begging him to take them off so that you could demonstrate just how readily you wanted— needed— him.
Leviathan carded his fingers through your hair, grabbed you by the scalp, and forcefully pushed you away. He was unmoved by your whimper of loss.
"That isn't where you're needed."
His hands curled around your wrists, pulling them away from his waist so that he could step away from you. Before you could feel the warmth of his skin dissipate, he was already undoing the front of his vest. His pinstripe. His pants. Until he was naked, perfectly sculpted and radiant in front of you. A small trickle of liquid rolled down his inner thigh and you couldn't help but follow it back to the source.
Your mouth watered.
His brows furrowed yet again. "Why are you still dressed? Are you trying to make me jealous?"
If he continued to glare at you like that, then yes. A thousand times, yes. You would make him so jealous that it drove him straight to madness.
He turned his back to you, head held high as he returned to his throne. Rather than take his seat proper, however, he leaned forward to rest his hands against the arms of the chair.
"How long do you plan to make me wait. Strip," he ordered.
Without another thought in your head, you obeyed.
You stood and, as easily as his perfectly pressed clothing had been discarded, yours were also done away with, laying in scattered piles across the floor that revealed the path you walked to him. In the blacks and purples and silvers of his throne room, his pale skin seemed to radiate a ethereal glow that led you straight to him.
His ever angry eyes continued to scrutinize you from over his shoulder, wandering over your form from head to toe. Or, rather, he probably would have examined you all the way to your toes if not for the fact that he stopped when he caught sight of your hardness standing at attention.
He pursed his lips as he reached around and spread himself wide enough for you to see his rosy bud. "I shouldn't have to tell you what to do."
He didn't.
You aligned the very tip of your length to his entrance, rubbing it across his leaking hole. Your mate. So soft. So pliant. Waiting for you.He was right to call you a dog because all you wanted to do was mount him and make him squeal.
And you would not be denied.
The head of your cock slid in without any resistance.
Leviathan was as warm as you remembered. He was so, so perfect. His walls massaged your cock as you rocked into him, every inner bump wetly rubbing along your length.
You leaned forward, wrapping a single arm around his waist to pull him flush against you, burying yourself as deep as you could go. The ends of his hair draped over the back of his neck, each strand wafting a scent that was unmistakably his own. The smell pulled you closer until your face was nuzzled against the beginning of his spine.
"Don't you dare," he hissed as your lips ghosted across his skin.
"Mhm," you hummed, fighting the temptation to sink your teeth into him.
You had to content yourself with licking a trail along the scar just barely poking past his hairline.
"Shameless," he huffed haughtily. "Well, at least your shamelessness has some use."
"Yours too," you purred in his ear.
Before he could question what you meant, your free hand was around his throat, squeezing the sides of his neck. He clenched around you.
"You're such a liar." You nibbled his earlobe. "You smell amazing, but you aren't in heat."
After all, if the mate you had been away from for so long was in heat, it would have undoubtedly sent you into rut. As horny and pent up as you were, your mind was far too clear to be in rut. That only left one explanation for Leviathan's behavior.
"If you wanted to get fucked that badly, you could have just asked. I could never say no to you."
You tightened your grip as you kissed the side of his face until it blossomed pink from your constant attention.
A choked noise escaped his throat, but there were no words. Instead, his hard cock simply bobbed between his legs, dripping white each time you bucked into him from behind, leaving a puddle on the seat of his throne.
"Does that feel good?" You asked as you released the pressure on his neck just long enough for him to gasp a single breath.
You did not wait for a reply before returning to choking him. He didn't need to say a thing. His fluttering and pulsing hole answered for him. The way it tugged and squeezed around you was enough to let you know just how much he enjoyed having you inside of him. And you clearly enjoyed him in return.
The knot at the base of your shaft was swelling at his entrance, plugging him up and leaving him full. With one hand around his throat and another at his waist to hold him close, you slowly ground into him, barely able to move because of your knot keeping you in place.
"You're so soft and warm inside. It's going to make me cum."
The warning was redundant, given that your knot was already so inflated that you could not longer pull out. It was obvious that you were going to cum soon, but you wanted him to hear it. You wanted him to know what he did to you and anticipate just how full he would be soon enough.
Your hand moved from around his neck to his chin, forcing him to turn his head in your direction so that you could steal his lips as you emptied yourself inside of him. His hot, wet walls were a vice around your cock, milking you of everything you had. All of your cum flooded into him, locked inside by the knot that kept it from flowing out.
You and he would be trapped in this position until your knot deflated.
Eventually, you freed Leviathan from the kiss.
He did not cough or sputter after being able to breath again. Rather, he spoke so calmly and with so much venom that it sounded louder than yelling.
"Who gave you the right to knot me?"
"You did," you muttered as you returned to kissing the faint scar along the back of his neck. "You're so sexy. I wish you were in heat so you would ride me all day."
"As if you're worth my precious time."
"Mhm." You ignored his complaints, which you found adorable more than anything. "What did you have planned today?"
"That is none of your concern." You were, after all, no longer a resident of Hell, so he owed you no explanations.
You pouted at his cold nature, but also accepted it readily. He wouldn't be the man you adored if he didn't act so haughty.
"Foras?" You asked the otherwise empty throne room.
On cue, the devil manifested in one corner of the room, his face flushed the same shade as his hair and eyes peering off to the side so as not to draw Leviathan's envy and anger for looking at you in such an exposed state.
His head dipped forward slightly. "Yes, your majesty?"
"Clear Leviathan's schedule please. He's going to be busy all day." The words were casual, said with a lackadaisical smile.
"Of course, your majesty."
Foras stayed visible as he exited, clearly so that Leviathan would see him exit and stop glaring at him from over his shoulder with such murderous eyes. You trusted him to ensure Hades ran smoothly without Leviathan for a while… and to enjoy Leviathan's retribution and overwhelming envy over the situation later.
Until you heard the doors of the throne room close after Foras' exit, you remained silent. The moment you heard the large doors shut, however, you whispered in Leviathan's ear.
"Now that he's gone," you ran your palms between Leviathan's slick-coated thighs, "how shall we handle your non-existent heat?"
Leviathan glowered at you before turned away.
"You should already know the answer to that."
You beamed at his enraged expression. With difficulty, you began to rock against him, pushing cock against the deepest parts of him and enjoying the way he shook in your arms.
Again, you peppered kisses along the back of his neck.
"Of course." He shivered as your teeth brushed against the mating bite. "Whatever you want."
I apologise. My hype and love for WHB has been dying down.
There is not much more to say about this. I love the characters still, but the game itself has been giving absolutely nothing. No story update in forever and instead they make a whole new game with cute aesthetic to bait more audience unknowingly falling into a nsfw rabbit hole once they decide to look into it.
I am tired. I will finish some pieces but that will be it. I apologise for the unanswered asks that are pilling in my inbox, I don't have the motivation for it.
How did the kings of hell react? When the MC ask them to sit on his back while he doing one push up, And MC will always flex his muscles in front of them (separately)
It is a proof of strength. Satan likes it. He will sit without hesitation on his back, almost a little forcefully, even.
Satan will cheer him on to do "five more" until he cannot hold up his weight anymore.
When MC flexes, Satan will flex as well.
"Are you sure about that, master?"
He is a little concerned because of his own weight, but will eventually, and carefully sit down onto his back.
Mammon will be very surprised that MC can lift him, and will praise him.
He will NOT sit on a sweaty back unless he has a cusion on top of it.
Will sit, then complain when MC moves too much during push ups. He would rather have him stay still, honestly.
He would rather have MC not be so obnoxious near him.
Beelzebub will eagerly sit, and even ask for piggyback rides in the future.
"So strong! Can you walk with me on you too??" MC is now the appointed carrier.
If MC flexes on him, he will show off as well.
"I do not wish to strain your back, but if you are confident in your skills, I shall oblige."
He feels at ease. Maybe a little too much. He will probably zone out and not hear anything until MC eventually falls onto the floor.
He will apologize and give him some soothing ointments.
Can he lay flat onto his back instead? Nice.
He will eventually snooze. MC could even get up, let him slide down on the floor and Belphegor wouldn't wake up.
Flexing on him? Nice, that means that he has enough strength to help with some cleaning.
Oh how charming! He is delighted to put his (bare) bottom on MC.
He will probably cop a feel too. You know. To appreciate the muscles.
If MC flexes in front of him, he will ask to see more. "Undress a little, will you?"