Please Don't Feed The Muse

Independent Leviathan!Castiel blog. Will tag triggers on request, Mun and Muses are of age. Please read rules and about before interaction.M!A: None, but accepting. On indefinite hiatus. Will roleplay on Skype, simply ask for Skype name.

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A few months back, Leviathan had left Xavia. Well, not left in that they had given up their claim on her. They had just walked out the door to find a meal and hadn’t gone back. They had traversed the Earth, eating when they pleased and learning more about God’s precious creations along the way. It had been quite pleasurable but at one point they couldn’t help but remember their little Xavia. With that remembrance they realized they needed their little Asgardian, so they went.

They stepped through the air into the shop, knowing she’d still there even so late. Leviathan snuck up behind the bibliophile, snatching her up and wrapping their arms around her. “Xavia! Our precious little thing, we could just eat you up!”

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Leviathan frowned, eyes flickering off to the side for a moment. They had been gone for a very long time, with no real explanation. They had just... left. It had only been a few months- mere seconds in comparison to their vast lifespan. Still though, they knew their Trickster would be upset that they had left without word. If she even was their trickster anymore. They scowled, insides roiling with anticipation. The time for thoughts was done. They knocked on the door. "Babylon, we've come back."

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Babylon had been distraught. She’d woken up one morning and he was just… Gone. And it had absolutely broken her heart. And without their bond to help her find him (it had to have broken, why else couldn’t she find him?), she was left alone and miserable. She stayed curled up and miserable in bed for weeks, until the boys finally decided to check on her and they found her practically comatose. They nursed her back to help but she demanded tho return, waiting for her Leviathan to return to her. But slowly, it seemed more and more hopeless, until she was just cold and sad.

The knock on the door startled her, and thinking it another hallucination or ghost, she simply flicked her wrist and unlocked it. “I’m here,” she called tiredly.

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With a click and a tired call from Baby the door opened. Leviathan opened it- only out of respect, really. Had they wanted they could have passed through the air and entered the house, and perhaps that was a good sign? Would Babylon be capable of barring their entry if she didn’t want to see them? They didn’t know. Perhaps they should have cleaned up before coming. They had been in the middle of a meal, a squirmy little brunette that had been quite tasty. Her ring had made them pause though. A simple silver band with a small emerald gem had reminded them of they’re only little emerald, disgustingly sentimental as that was, and then the most important thing was getting back to her. That meant they were still covered in that woman’s blood, her ring sitting in their pocket

Leviathan went to the source of sound, their insides knotting up on themselves and a growl bubbling in their chest at the sight of her. She looked so… lost. They flew to her, reaching out to cup her face. They stroked her cheek with their thumb before pulling their hand back. They had smudged a bit of blood on her cheek. “You didn’t take proper care of yourself,” they said flatly. It wasn’t the right thing to say but dammit it was important to them.

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She actually heard… Sound. That was new. The hallucinations never progressed past the call. Hollow eyes, pale green as opposed to vibrant emerald, turned to the door when it opened. He was there, standing, looking at her. That was a first, too. Hallucinations never went this far. He came closer and her heart beat in her throat, her eyes a bit afraid. Would this hallucination hurt her?

His hand found her cheek and she started up at him, leaning subconsciously into his touch, chasing it when it went away. It felt so… So /real/.

“Of course not,” she whispered, “I’m supposed to take care of /you/…”

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Leviathan’s frown grew deeper and shook their head. “We were gone, Babylon. You should have taken care of yourself when we weren’t there to do so. You look awful.” They pulled the ring out of their pocket, taking her hand and pressing it into her palm. Then they bent low and scooped her up into their arms. “When was the last time you ate, or slept, or bathed?”

They walked into the dining room and sat her gently on the table. Their insides snarled as they looked into her weary eyes and they brushed a wayward strand of hair out of her face.

“Our little pet... stay here and we’ll fix you. Do you want us to do that, Babylon?”

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Leviathan frowned, eyes flickering off to the side for a moment. They had been gone for a very long time, with no real explanation. They had just... left. It had only been a few months- mere seconds in comparison to their vast lifespan. Still though, they knew their Trickster would be upset that they had left without word. If she even was their trickster anymore. They scowled, insides roiling with anticipation. The time for thoughts was done. They knocked on the door. "Babylon, we've come back."

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Babylon had been distraught. She’d woken up one morning and he was just… Gone. And it had absolutely broken her heart. And without their bond to help her find him (it had to have broken, why else couldn’t she find him?), she was left alone and miserable. She stayed curled up and miserable in bed for weeks, until the boys finally decided to check on her and they found her practically comatose. They nursed her back to help but she demanded tho return, waiting for her Leviathan to return to her. But slowly, it seemed more and more hopeless, until she was just cold and sad.

The knock on the door startled her, and thinking it another hallucination or ghost, she simply flicked her wrist and unlocked it. “I’m here,” she called tiredly.

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With a click and a tired call from Baby the door opened. Leviathan opened it- only out of respect, really. Had they wanted they could have passed through the air and entered the house, and perhaps that was a good sign? Would Babylon be capable of barring their entry if she didn't want to see them? They didn't know. Perhaps they should have cleaned up before coming. They had been in the middle of a meal, a squirmy little brunette that had been quite tasty. Her ring had made them pause though. A simple silver band with a small emerald gem had reminded them of they're only little emerald, disgustingly sentimental as that was, and then the most important thing was getting back to her. That meant they were still covered in that woman's blood, her ring sitting in their pocket

Leviathan went to the source of sound, their insides knotting up on themselves and a growl bubbling in their chest at the sight of her. She looked so... lost. They flew to her, reaching out to cup her face. They stroked her cheek with their thumb before pulling their hand back. They had smudged a bit of blood on her cheek. "You didn't take proper care of yourself," they said flatly. It wasn't the right thing to say but dammit it was important to them.

[hungryhungryterrors]

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[hungryhungryterrors]

The baby was almost a year old now. Plenty old enough to push crayons around on paper. Which, under her supervision, Baby allowed it to do. And why not? She and Leviathan participated in all the other silly holidays -- why not this one? Rael was squealing with delight, a bubbling baby... girl at the moment, cheeks rosy and happy, eyes glittering as she waggled her arms everywhere. Baby held her in her own arms, holding the other end of the paper, and with her other hand she knocked. "Lev~?"

Leviathan wiped their mouth, licking the leftover blood from the back of their hand. They weren’t full, not by a long shot, but it had been a damn good meal, and they felt rather content. At the knock and soft call of their name from Babylon they turned, stepping to open the door. “Babylon- and our little Raiel, what are our little treats up to now, hmm?” they asked, smile softer than they would ever admit. They took the little girl’s hand, rubbing it gently and cooing. When she smacked them they gave a false scowl, mouth twisted up with jagged teeth. The little shifter only giggled, and they rolled their eyes, patting her chubby cheek before kissing the Trickster. Their insides bubbled with satisfaction as they licked at her lips before pulling back, glancing at the paper she held. “What’s that, is it for us?”

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Bo was finishing up a meal that night. The child had held up relatively well, though the monster was going low on stock. He would have to make up for it later. Luckily, they would be landing soon. 

The sound of the door of his office train slowly slid open and the monster glanced up mid swallow. He grunted and turned to drop the body of the child down onto the floor behind his desk and he leaned down against the gilded wood.

     “You know, you could knock.”

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`Leviathan sniffed the air, ignoring Bo’s comment. “Is that ten year old we smell or are you wearing that aftershave you know we like?” they joked, chuckling. With cheeky smirk they pulled a chair away from the desk, plopping into it and looking up at their ‘boss.’ They sniffed again, looking around him hungrily. They couldn’t quite see the meal Bo had been enjoying but they could most certainly smell it, and my, was it divine. Smirk growing into a wide, glinting grin they settled into the chair, finally looking back at Bo. “We hope you don’t mind the intrusion. We just figured it was time to discuss what exactly it is you’d like us to contribute to this wonderful show of yours. Both in the ring and out.” They shrugged, brushing their slicked hair back. “You know what we can do- what in our repertoire shouts spectacular and fantastical, hmm?”

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"Will you be quiet now?"

Leviathan grunted as the vampire pushed them against a wall, eyes widened as she crushed her mouth against theirs. After a moment they grinned, fingers tangling in her hair. They kissed her back harshly, nipping at her lips before pushing their tongue into her mouth, stealing a taste. Her flavor drew a hum out of them and they almost didn’t want to pull back. Still, they had to know, “What brought this on, baby vamp? We thought you couldn’t stand us.”

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“I hate you so much.”  The vampire growled at the mouth sucking on her neck and she had to fight the desire to roll her hips up against theirs, as much as she hated the beast she hated her body’s reaction to him more.  “You dispose of my problem first and then I’ll give you want you want.  There’s a sound proofed room in the basement that… .caters to a select clientele with…. unique desires.”  Not one to let the other think they had completely won Ren leaned up and kissed them harshly biting down hard enough to draw blood from their lip she lapped up the addictive liquid before pulling away, “Once your employers man is dealt with come to that room for what you want.”

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Leviathan grinned at her words. “We’re not too fond of you either,” they quipped, mouthing at her skin. They wrapped a hand around her delicate neck, squeezing tightly when she bit their lip. With a low growl they pulled back, smile deceptively bright. “Careful, Madame Serenity, or we’ll be dealing with you in the same manner as our employers’ man.” They leaned back in, nipping sharply at the spot just under her ear before whispering, “You know how precious a taste can be, don’t you?” After licking at the bite and pressing their hips against hers they pulled back completely, releasing the vampire. “So the man is in the basement, is he?

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

The TARDIS wheezed and screeched as she materialised. The Doctor turned away from the console and gazed at the TARDIS doors across the room.

“Well, here we are. Los Angeles, California, 1966,” he announced to…himself and his ship. If he’d parked her right, she should be sitting in an alley a couple of blocks away from the Whisky A Go-Go on Sunset Boulevard. He’d traveled here to see the Doors last concert there…the night Jim Morrison decided to perform the end with the first version of the infamous Oedipal sequence. And summarily get himself and the rest of the band fired from the Whisky. This would be something to see.

Diving his hands into his deep Time Lord pockets, he felt around until his fingers brushed by his sonic screwdriver and psychic paper. “Right then,” he muttered to himself. “Off we go, allons-y!”

Crossing the console room floor quickly, he pulled open the TARDIS doors and saw….

a refrigerator, a dark-haired man, and a small band of cats at his feet.

“What?“ he cried.

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Levi stepped back as a tall skinny man with wild hair stepped out of the blue box thing. He scowled as the man acted all surprised- as though he were being pranked as well. “All right, explain yourself. Who are you, what are you doing in my kitchen, and how in the hell did you get this box in here? How did you get it in without me noticing?” He stepped up, standing a little on tip toe to get in the stranger’s face, suddenly smiling wide. “Is this a joke? I like jokes, but I really don’t get this one, why don’t you explain it while we wait for the police, hmm?“ With that, he took a hold of the man’s wrist, tugging him towards the hall. “What’s your name? I’d like to know what to tell the cops when they get here. You look kind of like a David, are you a David? Or an Andrew? Oh, would you like a snack while we wait. You blocked the fridge with your dumb box thing, but I keep some snacks in the lobby. I could get you a couple of zebra cakes or a bag of little cookies.”

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"You mean more attractive, sweet, and devilishly charming?" - nothingwithoutablade

Leviathan snorted, rolling their eyes. “No, we mean more asinine, rotten, and ridiculously self-absorbed.” They flicked the demon’s nose before adding, “We are fond enough of you that we won’t eat you but that doesn’t mean we’re stupid, we know fully well that calling you charming is like calling us vegetarian.”

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Dean rolls his eyes again and scowls playfully at Leviathan as they ruffled his hair, his hand immediately going up to fix it. “Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’…” He mutters, shoving his hand in his pockets as he makes his way toward them. “Am I makin’ the kill, or are you guys? Or has it already been done?” He asks curiously.

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They shrugged, grinning. “We can always handle it ourselves, but if you’d like to help we certainly wouldn’t protest. You hold an odd sort of elegance when you kill.” They continued on down the street, chuckling. “One should always take up a chance to see a Winchester in his element. It’s about the only positive trait you and your brother have.”

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Muriel saw his expression almost convey amusement at his name and glared at this new monster. “This scar on Dean’s body called to me.” He muttered, rolling up his sleeve a little further for Leviathan to see it in its full. “And I didn’t get it, I have no power to do so, Dean did before I inhabited the vessel. Crowley filled me in on all the details before letting me enter the him.” Muriel was informed that he should keep Dean under control from destroying others as much as he could with the Mark, but he’d fail only a little bit. Killed ten people in the last few weeks. “Why do you ask so many questions? I don’t mean to be rude, but I do.”

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They snorted at his little quip. "We’ll ask as many questions as we like- you should be grateful we decided our curiosity was more important than our hunger at the moment, else you’d be wriggling in our belly like a worm right now.” They took a step back, hand on hip as they looked him up and down once more. Hmm, what should they do now? Should they eat him? Or wait and see if he had any use? "Count this as your lucky day, Muriel. You’ve made it onto the very short list of those we don’t find it worth consuming at the moment. Don’t be fooled, it’s not for lack of wanting to eat it. We just think you have potential to be more than a good meal. So, what can you do for us, and what no doubt trivial thing do you want in return?”

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[hungryhungryterrors]

This is NOT happening

Leviathan groaned, rubbing their head. At least, it should have been their head. But there was too much hair, and it was so long. They sat up, and their stomach did summer saults, their insides screaming that something was very wrong. A little ways off they spotted their own body and growled, crawling over. “Wake up!” they snapped, their voice disturbingly high pitched compared to what it should have been. “Who are you and what have you done to us- what have you done to our body?” They growled again, shaking the stranger in their body.

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Leviathan scowled- they sure had been doing a lot of that today. “If we were in our own vessel that would be mildly adequate, but like this? No, we need an actual human. We don’t care if you find it in the morgue, the hospital, or if you kill it yourself, as long as its fresh and human. Nothing else will provide us with the necessary energy we ned to stabilize ourselves in this vessel except in vast quantities.” Their stomach gurgled and they groaned again, glaring with unfocused eyes. “Go now, stupid girl, don’t waste time!”

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[Deanna stared at the Leviathan, lips drawn in a thin line, before she finally sighed and looked away, closing her eyes.]

…Fine. I’m guessing you don’t have enough energy to come with me, so stay here. Don’t try anything funny. If anyone comes by, like my brother for example, don’t you dare try to eat him. I’ll be right back.

[The woman scowled, leaving the room and heading outside. Since she wasn’t an angel, she couldn’t just teleport, so she had to get to the nearest morgue possible. Deanna had to break in and steal some of the fresh corpses for the Leviathan, or else her body was gone forever.]

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They rolled their eyes at the order, or would have if their stomach hadn't clenched with a thick queasy tension. "We won't eat the moose, yes whatever. Just go." When they were sure she was gone they let out a low, pained shout. Oh the little Winchester girl better hurry, or she would be dealing with the Leviathan as a crowd rather than a single entity, and they would not be kind.

After a moment they burst out laughing, arm wrapped tightly around their stomach as delirious giggles shook their small, ridiculously feminine frame. It would serve her right if they exploded, they thought with another peal of laughter. This body was so useless- such a funny vessel it was. It didn't even have the proper reproductive organs, not that they had ever used those bits for the intended purpose, they thought, laughing harder. It was odd, they hadn't felt anything like what was between their legs now since the very beginning of their existence. It was kind of funny to them, and as they shoveled what little food the girl had gathered into their mouth they continued to chortle, almost choking.

Once they were finished they laid back against the arm of the couch, eyes trained on the door as they waited for the main course of their pitiful meal. Another giggle- pitiful was such an odd little word.

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"Will you be quiet now?"

The first nightmare hummed as Xavia’s soft lips met theirs. They cupped her cheek, stroking softly as they returned the kiss. After a moment, they pulled back. “Where’d you find a box tall enough to help you reach our mouth, hmm?” They wrapped an arm around her waist, chuckling.

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“Leviathan!” Xavia gasped, struggling in their grip. “I’ve got too much work left to do! I haven’t even shelved the new books! O-Or organized the new shelf!” She groaned and finally stilled with a defeated sigh. “Better be something good for dinner.” The Aesir grumbled defeatedly.

[hungryhungryterrors]

They grinned as she fought, smacking her rear with a sharp movement. “You’d better behave yourself, little bookworm, or we’ll cook you up for dinner. That would certainly be ‘something good,’ in our opinion.” They carried her into the kitchen, gently setting her down on the counter. “Now, would you like spaghetti, or human intestines? We know great recipes for either,” they said, kissing her nose.

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Xavia yelped at the smack, jerking in Leviathan’s grip. “Behave? Where’s the fun in behaving? Especially when it means disobeying you.” A smirk tugged at her lips as she was set down, though it quickly turned into a grimace as Leviathan relayed their dinner options. “Ah..perhaps the spaghetti?”

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"Such an insolent little thing," they said, grinning. At her answer they rolled their eyes. "Fine, spaghetti for you and real food for us." They turned to gather supplies, shaking their head in faux disappointment. "One day, Xavia, you will allow us to expand your palate beyond the simple dishes you cling to now." With a shake of their hips they crooned, "You wouldn't believe how sexy it can be kissing someone with the taste of blood in their mouth." They laughed, setting a large pot on the stove.

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Leviathan grunted, eyes wide in shock. “What on earth was that for?” they snapped, jerking the knife out of their chest. Black blood bubbled out of the wound before slurping back in. “How would you feel if we just up and stabbed you? Did we even deserve that?”xaviatheasgardian

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With a sniffle, she peered up at them with watery eyes. “B-But..I..I am so insignificant..I-I have never held power, nor have I ever been l-looked up to or a-admired..I am nothing!” She shook her head and let her gaze fall down to the floor, “No..You’ve not done anything wrong. I-I..it is nothing.” Leviathan hadn’t upset her. Of course not. But she’d been having the worst of nightmares. Night after night, images of Leviathan leaving her, abandoning her all by herself, had plagued her dreams and left her exhausted and drained.

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Their brow furrowed and they frowned. “You do magic Xavia. We don’t even do magic. Granted, we don’t need to, but that’s not the point. The humans once revered your people as gods. We’ve never been revered as gods- which, honestly is foolish, but this isn’t about us. There is no reason fo you to feel this ridiculous self-pity. So you’re not some great amazing creature that everyone fawns over. We like you enough to decide you’re worth much more as a companion than food, and not many can say that.” Gaze softening, they pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Do you doubt our judgemnet, Xavia?”

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She sniffled as they spoke, quietly listening. With every word Leviathan said, Xavia felt worse and worse about her childish outburst. “N-No, Leviathan.” The Aesir mumbled, “I apologize for stabbing you.” She lifted her eyes to meet theirs, “Can you forgive me?”

[hungryhungryterrors]

They fingered their ruined tie with a wry smile. "Well, you ruined the tie, and the shirt, both of which we've had since breaking out of our own personal hell... but then we hardly have any sentimental ties to either garment, so you haven't managed to ruin what it is we share." Chuckling, they leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Yes, your transgression is in the past, Xavia. It's alright." A hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deeper kiss and they hummed against her lips before pulling back. "Though, a new tie and shirt wouldn't be too terrible."

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Dean looked so gorgeous like this, even with the silly snail on his nose- they hated to admit it, but God had done well when he had designed humans, especially the whole smiling thing. They really liked they way Dean’s eyes would crinkle with each smile, freckles spattered across his cheeks like paint. Of course, he wasn’t human anymore, and underneath his freckled vessel he was quite monstrous. Lucifer hadn’t exactly done the soul any favors when he twisted it into demons. Even so, despite putting a child’s nightmares to shame, Dean’s true form had an odd sort of appeal. Leviathan would be lying if they said it didn’t remind them of themselves, once beautiful and now gnarled and jagged. It was fitting, in a way, that two broken, terrible beasts could be so peaceful together.

Of course, as they mulled over all this, Leviathan didn’t notice they were staring at the demon with a ridiculous grin.

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                   He was rather wrapped up in the snail for a while. It was cute, if he                          was being honest, and Leviathan had a whole box of them. He eve-                          n lifted a finger to scritch at the shell, cooing a playful “Goochi goo”                          as he did so, before laughing outright. When he finally noticed Lev-                          iathan staring at him with that look on his face, he chuckled and ki-                          ssed him quickly. “Careful. You keep makin’ that face and it’ll get s-                          tuck like that,” he teased softly, brushing a hand over the other’s ch-                          eek, before kneeling down to pick up the enclosure for the snails. 

                       “So! Are you naming them?” he asked as he started putting the piec-                         es of the cage together.

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A soft hand on their cheek brought them out of their trance and they rolled their eyes, backing up to sit on the bed. “Of course we’re naming them. The carnivorous plants, remember? No, you must not- all that exhaust from the antique you call a car must have addled your already weak mind." They tutted, shaking their head. "Poor thing you. Don't worry, we'll eat you and put you out of your misery, how's that sound?" After a second they jumped up, grinning as they snatched the cage piece out of his hand. "Oh no no no, Dean," they started chidingly, "We don't want you to hurt yourself now do we? Why don't you go into the living room and color, hmm?" They smirked, patting him on the cheek.

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The change in Dean was like night and day, and though Leviathan could get behind a starlit stroll, they were all over this new sunny attitude of their demon’s. He had never been so pliant under their hands, had never given control over so completely, and now that they had that control they wondered if they’d ever be able to give it back. Master, he was calling them. Master. It was such a thrill to hear him beg like a perfect little whore. Oh, and the words that were spilling from his mouth, the devotion they could hear in his voice drove them wild.

“We’d never leave you to drift, pretty little treat,” they crooned, palming his cock. “We’ll always be right here for our little demon.” They kissed his nose again before claiming his lips, humming as they tasted his lips.

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                   Dean whimpered as Leviathan spoke, almost like a lost pup                          begging to come inside. When his hand was on his cock, he                          moaned, tilting his head back and thrusting up into the touch.                          Precum leaked from his cock, his body so needy for touch an-                          d stimulation he’d be embarrassed if he was with anyone els-                          e. He leaned into the kiss, hands smoothing up and down Le-                          viathan’s sides, just feeling the solid mass of his lover above                          him as their lips moved against one another.

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They hummed, cupping Dean’s cheek as their other hand squeezed his cock. Sighing into the kiss they pulled back, grinning salaciously. "So perfect Dean, always so perfect. Can't believe you're like this for us, all pliant and soft and begging. Open your mouth for us, open wide." They gently gripped his chin, tipping his head so the angle wouldn't be awkward. They bent back down, licking his nose with a chuckle before focusing on his mouth. Leviathan nipped at Dean's lips, licking to soothe the sting. "Let's see how far down we can fit our tongue, hmm?"