Breaking Demons

DemonDamage's NSFW. 25 M. 18+ ONLY NO AGE/MINOR WILL BE BLOCKED. Dead dove, kink, smut. Lots of He/Him pussy. Noncon art and writing. pfp by @coyotehusk

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THIS BLOG IS 18+!! No age/minor will get you blocked!!

Here is a free pass to be as horny as you want here! Send me asks, leave smutty comments, tell me what you want my ocs to do to each other/you. (I'll reopen asks when I'm feeling better)

Here you find the stuff I don't post on main! Who knows what that will be! That might be:

Full nudity art

Graphic noncon (and less graphic noncon I dont want on main---)

Trans Masc MC getting fucked (Sorry Aziphem)

other filthy shit

Dirty asks for my characters

Who knows! This account is more of a clusterfuck than Haziel's first Orgy!

That said please note I do not write:

Incest

Scat

Beastiality (xeno/monsters are ok)

Anything to do with Minors or overly infantalized adults

Prolapse (you know who you are...)

Enjoy your stay

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Prostrate

“I- not again. Please god not again?”

“Why not? You enjoyed it, I washed the evidence of that out of the bedsheets.”

“Please-”

“You’re lucky this is the only punishment I want to give.”

Aziphem felt his knees go weak, falling to the floor. Ko loomed over him, gently touching his head. 

“You’ll learn to like this.”

Buckle clink and zipper pull were the sounds of pants undone, falling to the floor and leaving a half hard cock dangerously close to Aziphem’s face. 

“You know you earned this for your little stunts. Acting out against me.” Ko pressed the cock against Azzi’s cheek. “If this is how I must break you I will.”

He didn’t have the energy to fight. ALl he could do was fall. Aziphem dropped from his knees to the ground, face pressed to the floor. 

“Please angel- please- not again- I will be good.”

Ko paused, walking around Aziphem to come to the ground beside him. “You’re learning well. May this be the last time I have to be rough with you.” 

Ko moved, straddling Aziphem’s ass. The little demon didn’t even have it in him to fight back beyond screaming as the cock slipped between his legs and inside of him. Hard tile pressed into his face, wet with tears as Ko began to fuck him into the ground.

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Anesthesia

Playing with the way Ko becomes enamored with Aziphem, seeing a bond forming through sex. I think Ko sees it as an opportunity for control and also a way to connect.

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Waking up was always the worst. A thick layer of cobwebbed confusion settled over Aziphem’s mind as he faded back into reality from the hell dreams of anesthetic sleep. Thick blankets covered his body, the only restraints on him and yet he still couldn't move. Pain from his abdomen stitches held him still.

“Oh my sweet little demon.” Hands touched Aziphem, warm and ungloved. They rested on his back, rubbing gentle little circles.

It almost felt good.

A small cry escaped Aziphem's lips as those hands, slender yet strong, lifted him like it was nothing. Starvation gnawed on his bones, leaving him skinny and light enough to be placed on Ko’s lap. The anesthetic hardly dampened the pain, but it left him woozy enough not to care too much.

“There there- this is much nicer isn’t it.” Sickly sweet affection pulsed in Ko’s words as he pulled Aziphem into his chest. The angel smelled of alcohol. Nothing good happened when Ko was drunk. He had been less and less reserved around them having sex, fingering him regularly to ‘prepare’ him. Prepare him for what? Aziphem didn’t want to know and yet had the sinking feeling he was about to find out.

Ko kissed softly at Aziphem’s head, mouthing around the base of his horns and into the shaved part of his hair. The anesthetic made movement sluggish, but Aziphem tried to catch the angel in his horns- to no avail.

“Oh don’t be that way when I am being nice.” Ko sighed, pushing Aziphem down onto his chest. “You’re safe with me.”

“Yourrrgonna- again-”

“Do what little demon?” A playful smirk as if Ko already knew.

“Wearnnt- havin sex-”

“Why not?”

The words hung in the air. If Aziphem was more sober he would have felt the fear in his stomach. Instead he just felt confusion.

“Yousaid- it was a mistake.”

“And yet- you have been better for me. This level of intimacy forms a bond.” Ko gently began to massage Aziphem’s shoulders. “And what better time than when you are… relaxed?”

“Im fucking- not good.” 

“Then let me make you feel good.”

That brought a sobering jolt of fear and yet Aziphem failed to form a coherent enough thought to protest as his legs were spread to straddle Ko. A zip, shuffling of clothes, and skin on skin contact. Ko’s cock rested between his legs, sliding against his soft lips. 

“Nnno-” Aziphem tried to pull himself off, only to slide to the side and be returned to his position by Ko. The angel undid his top and pressed Aziphem up against his skin. 

“This is nice isn’t it? You must be so touch starved in that lab all day.” Ko ground against Aziphem, sliding his cock through his folds yet not entering him. “This will help our bond.

“Don- wannofucgin bond.” Aziphem tried weakly and faltered, pressing into Ko,

“See? You collapse into me. You need me.” Ko lifted Aziphem, changing his angle to enter him.

The thrust was coring, piercing through Aziphem’s center and into his stomach. He groaned as whatever surgery had been done when he was under was jostled by the intrusion. He heaved and gripped the angel, trying not to puke. His guts moved sideways and he once again pressed into Ko’s chest. 

“N-n-no no-” his head was slipping sideways. Ko began to build rhythm, kissing his neck once again. Little nips teased the skin. Hand teased his clit and pulled pleasure out of the pain. He groaned and shuffled, trying to free himself and only yelped as he ground on the cock by accident. 

“You’re just a little addled.” Ko pulled Aziphem in to his lap and kissed passionately, the bourbon on his lips staining Aziphems. “I have you. I have you safe. You can enjoy this.” He pressed in to his clit and massaged as he fucked. 

And Aziphem hated that it worked. He groaned. Fought weakly. Tried biting. Only to be met with kisses and gentle touches and more pleasure on his sensitive clit.

“Ko please- I- I can’t- ah” He let out a breathy moan as he came, a dribble of squirt rolling down Ko’s cock. Thats what did it for the angel. Aziphem found himself on his back, hips lifted, pressed into the ground and being pounded as he screamed in - something. 

Not that the scream lasted long before Ko kissed it off his lips. 

The pace increased, aziphem digging his nails into Ko’s back as the angel ravaged him. Making out the whole time like it was true love. Everything delightful and painful. Stitches straining and head woozy. And with a stutter, it was over, hot and warm inside him. The angel pulled away and kissed again. 

“If I have to sedate you to keep you this way- so be it.”

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Privacy (or lack there-of)

“Strip.” Ko’s simple, calm, commanding words.

The gallery, up above the tiled room stared down through tinted glass as Aziphem dropped his small amount of privacy, his hospital gown, to the floor. Ko watched him keenly, then turned his eyes to the screen to receive the next round of orders.

Aziphem read them before Ko could say it. “Present on the table.” He shivered, not liking where this was going. The cold air brushed his body, yet he laid down on the steel table. This was the time to follow orders. Ko could be punitive but the council was sadistic with their punishments. So he spread his legs and allowed his pussy to open. 

Ko, to his credit, did not stare. He instead stared at the screen behind Aziphem’s head.

Being albino, Ko was pale. Yet he somehow lost what little color he had as he read the words. 

“I am not sure that is appropriate for this test.”

Another pause.

“If- that is what the council decides.” He squeaked, suddenly much meeker than normal. Aziphem felt a shiver. What would make Ko afraid?

The angel positioned himself between Aziphem’s legs, too close for comfort. A pelvic exam? They were fond of those for the humiliation.

A zip and Aziphem yanked his legs back, only to have his ankles grabbed. “Don’t” the angel hissed in a tone quiet enough to avoid the microphones. 

“No. No no I- Not this- this is- angel this isn’t you you wouldn’t-”

“Sakamoto. Control your ward.” A voice crackled over the intercom. Ko cringed.

“Aziphem. Behave and this will be easier.” Ko almost pleaded, not doing anything to calm the panicking demon. 

“You- can’t-”

“This is nothing that has not happened before.” Ko said feigning calm. Aziphem could see his hands shaking as he pulled down his pants. He was barely hard, obviously enjoying this as little as Aziphem was. He slowly stroked himself, hardening until he was ready.

Ko grabbed the lube from beside the speculum, coating his finger and sliding them into Aziphem. He scissored, trying to open him up gently. Aziphem made a little whimper and tried to pull away. 

“Don’t- they will make it worse-” Ko went pale, reading the screen again. He took a deep breath and reached out, touching Aziphem’s throat. “Deep breath little demon.”

“N-no-”

“You don’t get that word.” Ko clamped his hand down, cutting off Aziphem’s air. The demon struggled for a moment before looking up with his dark black eyes. “There you go. Submit.” He began to slide himself in.

Aziphem closed his eyes, pain touching his core as Ko pushed in and began to move. It was long, ramming up against his deepest parts and pushing further. Ko finally bottomed out, pressing his hips to Aziphem’s. He released his throat. “Deep breath.” He said calmly.

Aziphem gasped for air, putting his hands on Ko’s wrists.

“Down.” 

Aziphem obliged, pushing his hand into the bed beside him. He tried not to think about what was happening inside of him. 

Ko clamped his hand down again and began to fuck, making soft groans as his hardness grew. It was hard to find his pleasure with all of the eyes on him yet he managed. Deep thrusts slammed into Aziphem until Ko felt himself burst, cumming hard inside of the demon. He released his throat and let him gasp for air. Ko’s eyes lingered on the screen, waiting.

The command came in, ko sighed in relief and pulled his pants up. “That will be all. Stand.” 

Aziphem remained laying on the table, crunched in the fetal position until Ko grabbed him and pulled him off, wrapping an arm under him to lift him. Aziphem wobbled, legs barely holding weight. As they exited the room, Ko pulled Aziphem up into a carry. “That was hard. You did well my little demon.”

[drpepperwhoree]

want to be tied up and forced to cum repeatedly :/

[fixing-bad-posts]

Honestly I feel like writing about pretty messed up sex it's for my WELL BEING

[doomeddestination]

Quiet Fire Masterlist

[volatilevale]

"just so you know your mutual fetishizes sexual violence" omggggg yaaaaaaay something i can bond with them over!!! yippeeee!!! yayy!!

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Uncensored here: https://bsky.app/profile/demondamage.bsky.social/post/3lpzuqn75rc2v

PLEASE DO NOT USE NSFW TAGS I AM TRYING NOT TO GET FLAGGED. STAFF THIS IS GLUE NOTHING ELSE

Haziel didn't really know what was happening until his lips were forced apart; a salty musk filling his mouth. Words formed and faltered with a gag as Ko rutted inside his mouth.

Why was this worse than a fucking? Anal hurt worse this should be easier. But- now with the fleshy mass pressed against his throat Haziel felt a new pit in his stomach.

The humiliation, that's what made it worse.

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I AM GOING TO BE BLOCKING ALL ACCOUNTS THAT DO NOT STATE THEY ARE AN ADULT IN THEIR BIO

So just a heads up if you dont have your age or just adult tonight imma start cleaning out my followers list because I had a 14 year old liking my rape porn.

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okay the one hand. Haziel my poor baby no 😭 why do you do this to me 😭

on the other hand I think someone should be nice and gentle with him. They should show him how good it can feel- focus on him entirely and then rip it away at the last second. Show him how great sex can be and when he's finally enjoying it and relaxing it should be ripped away from him again :)

Ive been cooking this one for a while

CW: noncon, drugging, overdose/death, post rape guilt/shame, bad BDSM practices

PLEASE DO NOT USE NSFW TAGS I DONT NEED TUNGLE COMING FOR MY ASS

The idea of a dating app seemed so– trivial. He was a holy being, tasked with the mission of protecting the mortal world from dangers beyond its comprehension. He hunted monsters, dismantled cults, and had been crucial in preventing at least one apocalypse. 

And yet, Haziel was undeniably lonely.

Being officially banished from the Overworld severed any angelic ties he once had, any human he had known in his life was long dead, and he would rather lock himself in a cellar for a century than see his old master again, regardless of the numerous invites Ko had extended. 

That said, when Haziel had finally given up his flip phone for something that could run Tinder, he hadn’t expected anything to get to this point. The slight pattering of the shower finally went silent and Haziel stretched himself out on the cheap hotel sheets, abs tensing and flexing to find their best angle. For a moment he considered letting a little light from his halo show, but decided better of it when the door creaked open.

“I almost expected you to leave the boots on.” Toni mused, wringing out her hair for a moment before casting the towel aside. Her eyes completely glanced over Haziel’s awkwardly tensed torso, lingering on his half hard cock before returning to eye contact.

“And what would give you that idea?” He managed a chuckle, finally releasing his clenched abs. She didn’t seem to care that he was scrawny. Did girls like skinny guys these days?

“I think it’s the leather jacket and long hair combo.” The bed dipped to accommodate Toni sitting beside him, her long brown hair brushing Haziel’s chest as she leaned over. “No wait- it’s the cigarette smoke too. Kinda trashy, but in the hot way.”

“Trashy in the hot way?” He snorted, an instinctual response immediately followed by a hand covering his offending nose. “Ah sorry that was-”

Toni burst out laughing, leaning back and for a moment, giving Haziel a full view. She was gorgeous- slightly older than he appeared to be and with freckles sprayed across her face and chest. The way her soft body bounced as she laughed echoed the joy on her face. 

“If I wasn’t into trashy in the hot way I would have walked out after you ordered a jagerbomb.” Toni’s laughter fell quiet as she leaned down over Haziel, resting on his chest to look him in the eyes. “Nervous?”

“What? Noooo I’m not-”

“Oh my god are you a virgin?” Toni interrupted, her face so close to his he could smell the hint of cheap beer still on her breath.

“I– no of course not I-” Haziel’s halo flickered back into existence for a moment, just enough for Toni to glance up at the overhead light before turning her attention back to tormenting the angel.

“Aw don’t lie to me, cutie. Tell me the truth.”

Well- he wasn’t.

Ko had taken that from him

No- Haziel had taken that from himself when he first fucked Aziphem. But Toni didn’t  need to know that.

“You got me.” He chuckled, leaning up to give her a smooch on those booze-touched lips.”Why I was on Tinder in the first place.”

“Ohhhhh! You are going to be so much fun! How about a blowie, ever had one of those?” Toni pulled herself back, gently grinding herself against Haziel’s cock as she moved down between his legs. “Please please say you’ve never had a blowie. I want to feel special.”

“Never have.” He could pretend that was a truth. He had stuck his dick in a mouth before but that was more of a sloppy hate fuck than anything resembling a blow job. “Consider yourself special.”

“Oh honey I will. Throat game like a snake you will enjoy this.”

“Like a snake what the fuck does tha- ah”

Haziel let out a small breathy gasp as Toni pressed her face down to his course pubes, cock easily sliding down her throat without a hint of a gag. For a moment, she hummed softly before beginning to bob her head, moving up to the tip before pressing down to his base. Words escaped Haziel and the angel groaned in pleasure at the new feeling. Encouraged, Toni increased her pace.

“Mm you like that?” She purred, pausing for a moment to flick her tongue around his head.

“Yes- yes a lot oh FUCK-” Haziel groaned as she slid back down. 

Instinct commanded his hands to grip her hair and hold that delightful mouth down but self control restricted him to simply bucking his hips. He could not be rough, no matter how tantalizing the idea to make her choke on him was when he felt Toni gag ever so slightly. Haziel had not fucked another person in so long- no amount of masturbation could compare to this. Already he felt the pressure building, a swell of pleasure commanding release. Fuck he wanted to cum already-

But as he surrendered to the need, Toni pulled back her head, earning a pathetic whine from Haziel as his release was denied. After a few quiet curses, the angel cracked his eyes open with something half between a scowl and a plea on his lips. 

“Can’t have you filling up on the appetizers, sweet stuff.” She almost smirked as she spoke. “Let’s give you a moment to cool down.”

“Please I can go multiple times please please just let me-”

“No.” Toni cut Haziel off as she straddled his chest, lifting his chin up slightly. “I want to have some for myself first. Open.”

And for that command, the brash, defiant, young angel complied.

Toni was tart; not like cherries but fresh buttermilk. It was entirely pleasant, even as she pressed down on his face and cut off his air. Like an obedient mutt, Haziel lapped at her pussy, only pausing to suck on her clit. He barely felt the burning in his lungs until she lifted, leaving him gasping for any breath he could get before she pressed back down on his face. The lack of air and act of submission left him intoxicated, barely caring for the time spent buried between Toni’s legs. And even without stimulation, his cock twitched with yearning for more. He wanted to fuck her until she was a wet mess and even then he didn’t want to stop.

“Good boy.” Toni purred, pulling herself away from Haziel’s face. For a moment, the angel whined again, desperate for anything to quell the urge in him. He needed to fuck, and if not that he wanted her in his mouth. 

But he would get his fuck.

Toni collapsed into the pillows besides him, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. For a moment, her fingers teased his cock but decided he was hard enough to her liking. 

“Ever hear of CNC?”

Haziel’s yearning gave way to a chill down his back. He knew what that was and it was far to close to what he had committed on Aziphem.”I… do yes.”

“Look it’s kind of the only way I can get off.” She sighed, “I know it’s your first time but you have the easy role in all of this. Just stick dick in and fuck.”

Haziel almost puked. He had said those very same words to Warren when given a go at the two of them. 

“I- I’m not sure I can do that.” Haziel shook his head.

“How about this?” Toni pushed herself into position for Haziel. “Let’s start easy, and as it goes we work you up to it?”

Haziel did not want to work up to it. This was like giving him a cigarette; moderation was not an option.

“A-alright. Sure. Whatever you want.”

It was easy to grip her legs, pushing her up ever so slightly as Haziel pushed in. Despite his hesitation, he did still want this. She wanted rough, all he knew was rough and he could do that well. Even with his girth, Toni took him easily with a soft moan as he slammed himself into her. There was no gentle ease in, from the moment his head entered he was fucking with reckless abandon.

Moans and grunts bounced off the thin hotel walls, only interrupted with squeaking of too old bed posts. For a moment it was a pounding pace, but Haziel forced himself to relent to a sustainable speed. He wanted to enjoy this before cumming the first time, the first was always the best after all. Yet even this pace was rough.

“N– no ah-”

The small groan of pain caught Haziel off guard, tripping his rhythm and forcing him to pause. Toni had seemed to be enjoying it, and as he stopped she looked up with a twinge of annoyance.

“S-sorry.” He mumbled quickly, returning to his fucking the best he could. But he couldn’t help but watch her face, moving from slightly uncomfortable to more pained as he thrusted.

“No fuck it’s too much- please-”

“I’m so sorry!” Haziel immediately pulled out, dropping her legs and giving her space the best he could. Shit shit shit- he had been so worried of this. He knew he was violent, and even if she wanted it rough, he had gone to far. “Uh do you want a towel or - water or-”

“It’s fine, keep going.”

“But you said-”

“No ugh I like it rough.” Toni propped herself up, looking mildly irritated. “Look if it’s too rough I’ll say ‘red’, alright. Cmon I said I wanted it rough, don’t you get it? Keep going.”

How the hell was he supposed to know that? Was that normal and he had just– missed it due to not being around people for so long? Haziel obliged, positioning himself again between her legs, but the conflicting demands weighed on him.

Then again, it wasn’t like “no” had stopped him before, even when it was earnest.

It took a moment to get himself back into the motion, and while Haziel’s body craved the sex he found his mind slipping back and forth. He wanted to fuck Toni relentlessly, he wanted her to scream no and to beg for him to stop. 

Maybe it was that desire in him that he was disgusted with. 

She wanted this, she asked for it. Haziel forced his mind to stay there as he pounded, allowing his yearning hands to grip her hair and yank as he fucked.

“Please stop I can’t take it-”

“You asked for this.” Haziel growled, using his other hand to grip her throat. Not enough to cut off airflow but enough to apply pressure. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No- no please I don’t want this please stop I can’t take it-”

He wanted to make her take it, he wanted to go harder and even if she actually begged him to stop he didn’t care.

Haziel wanted to rape her.

“No sorry I can’t-” The nausea that overtook Haziel nearly brought back the Jagerbombs he had downed earlier, forcing him to unceremoniously yank away from Toni and grip the bed for stability. “I’m sorry I can’t do this-”

“Why not?” Toni had, in a moment, gone from whimpering to twanged with irritation. “Cmon. You want it too right? You like this?”

Yes that was what he wanted- and Haziel was disgusted with himself for it. No matter what he claimed, fucking Aziphem was more than just vengeance. Maybe that’s how it had started but in the end it was about his own pleasure. He wanted to rape Toni like he had raped Aziphem and like hell would he allow that desire to win again.

“I can't, I'm sorry I need a moment-” Haziel swung his legs off the bed and forced himself to breathe. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Fine.” Curt, irritated, and accompanied by Toni’s weight leaving the bed. A pause later, she spoke again. “Can I get you a coffee.”

“S-sure. Yes please.” Anything to get a moment to himself. Haziel heard her rummage in her bag for a moment, then the click of the hotel coffee machine being set. The quiet whirring of the machine gave him a sound to focus on, grounding himself in it until Toni brought him his coffee. “Thank you.”

No response, but she did rejoin him on the bed. It was a comforting presence until Haziel felt her fingers slide down his cock. 

“No you don’t have to-”

“Shhh.” She cooed softly. “Just keeping you hard for when you’re ready to go again.”

“I- I’m sorry Toni I don’t think I want to continue.” Haziel chewed his lip, adjusting his legs to break her hold. “I’m sorry.”

“How about this? You drink your coffee and when you’re done, then you decide hm?” Toni pulled back her touch from his crotch, moving instead to rub Haziel’s shoulders. “Go on.”

“Toni I appreciate it but-”

“Just- drink the coffee.”

Haziel sighed, obliging. Arguing wasn’t getting him anywhere but he couldn’t go through with this. Even so many years later, it scared him how easily he slipped back into his old self. A violent, self centered rapist-

The coffee burned his tongue and even its pathetic watered down taste gave him something else to focus on. He knew Toni was watching him intently, likely waiting for him to make a decision. 

Placing the empty paper cup on the nightstand, Haziel returned his gaze to Toni. “I’m sorry- I’ve enjoyed my night but I can’t give you what you want.”

He expected her to be irritated again, but there was this hint of a knowing smile on Toni’s lips. 

“Will you at least lay with me a while?” She snuggled up against him, pulling him into the bed.

Leaving once she fell asleep was a dick move, but Haziel figured at least that way she would fall asleep happy. Laying back, he wrapped his arm around her. “For a little while.”

The cuddles were nice for a moment and Haziel felt his concerns starting to slip away. He had never really held another person before. Their bodies felt right pressed together, her hand on his torso and his arm around hers. Maybe if she gave him a second chance they could do something more. Maybe just date and cuddle, do some oral and call it a night. Haziel liked the thought of that. He needed human contact, just holding someone else was soothing his pain. It was like golden bubbles were erupting inside his body, dulling the world outside this embrace.

Her hand was on his cock again.

Haziel sighed, trying to sit up. But this time when the world spun, it couldn’t have been the anxiety. Reactions felt delayed and his head lagged behind his mind. Haziel tried to orient himself, not sure if he had actually sat up or not. Was his head on pillows? He felt weightless, as if he was hovering above the scratchy sheets and at the same time sinking into them.

“Toni? I sainnnno-” His words slurred a little as they came out, feeling as if they were coming from an indistinguishable spot in front of him instead of his own mouth. The hand didn’t seem to hear, changing from a light touch to a forceful rub. “Whadderyou- what-”

“Shhh I just wanted to help you relax. You’re fine.” Toni somehow whispered in both his ears at once, lips a hair away from his steel hoop piercings on both sides. Haziel tried to swivel his head, only to find the motion threatening to make him vomit. “I just gotta keep you hard enough to get some fun out of you.”

“Whadssshyu dootame? Stop-” The hand relented and was replaced with a warm wetness surrounding Haziel’s cock. Even with vision and mind blurred to the offwhite of hotel walls, Haziel knew she had begun to ride him. “Toni?”

“It’s ok. Ugh you feel so good Haziel, stay hard for me ok? Fuck you feel so good.”

“Tonni? Tonnistapitt pleash” His mouth was full of cotton, his ears both reverberated and muted every word spoken. “Idon- wannis- Idunfeelgud”

“Shhh just stay hard- oh fuck stay hard I’m gonna cum Haziel.”

Black shutters blinked across his vision and Haziel could feel his breath begin to slow beyond his control. A dull throb of pain jolted across his chest, begging for air and yet his lungs refused to breath. His body numbed in sharp contrast to his mind’s last frantic scramble for control.

Darkness.

The still black water around his naked form rippled as Haziel sat up, mind significantly clearer now that he had died. The angel stared out into the familiar black void, curling his knees in for whatever comfort he could glean from embracing them. 

Just his luck that the first time he tried to hook up with a girl she would kill him. Some cruel joke of fate perhaps? Karma? It would make sense for all the times he had killed Aziphem mid fuck. Haziel knew Aziphem would never recover from what was done- what HE did. Maybe this was just another way for him to start paying those costly reparations. He earned this, he deserved this-

And yet he still felt sorry for himself.

Pulling himself to his feet felt like an impossible task, a guilty weight holding him in that fetal position. But Haziel still rose, feet dragging in the dark water as he lurched forwards. He needed to get his head together enough to deal with Toni when he reincarnated.

It didn't matter how long he walked, nothing ever changed. The water around his ankles was never warm nor cool, only noticeable for the slight drag it caused as he walked. The horizon never rose or dipped, barely visible against the pitch blackness of the sky around him. His only light was his halo, reflecting off the rippling ground. The lack of stimulation let him think for a moment. 

He really would love a cigarette though.

Testing his luck, he rubbed his thumb and pointer finger together, picturing a cigarette between them. His magic worked differently in this in-between plane, while he was far more powerful he also found himself, for lack of a better word, supervised. He could conjure up large and complex objects, summoning and modifying buildings, weapons, even putting a moon in that void like sky once. Yet his more- indulgent requests often fizzled, leaving his calls for cigarettes, booze, and sex toys unanswered even though these were well within his ability elsewhere.

But today the void’s presence was obliging, and a moment later tobacco smoke whispered through the air. The space between his fingers swelled, creating a single lit cigarette that Haziel immediately put to his lips. 

“Thanks God.” He mumbled, not knowing if it even was his god who granted his request. Whatever it was never responded anyways.

With his frazzled nerves soothed by the nicotine, Haziel stared out into the void as if it would give him answers. He had to figure out how to deal with Toni. Hopefully she didn’t realize she had killed him, he could just… get up and leave. Or maybe she did and abandoned the hotel room- it was in his name after all. Then he could even get cleaned up first. 

He didn’t want to talk to her.

It wasn’t like when his master had raped him- at least then he had earned it. This… was rape. For no purpose. Not that purpose made anything less than rape, but this carried a different sense of shame. He was used.

The water rose around his legs as Haziel finished his smoke, a sign that he was returning to life. However this would end- he would find out now.

The cold night air pressed around the still sun warmed earth. A car idled, his car, he would recognize the way the exhaust squeaked. He meant to get that fixed but now it was part of the charm. Standing with a still heavy groan, Haziel approached.

“My car? Really?” Toni started at his voice, slamming her head on the roof of the car. Touching his hip, Haziel noticed another thing missing. “And my gun? Did you intend to kill me and rob me or was it just a lucky side effect?”

“You- you were dead. I checked.” Toni stared up at Haziel, shaking.

“Yeah well-” Haziel relaxed, letting his halo come into view. 

“What- what are you?”

“Cmon it’s a fucking halo.”

Toni stood stalk still, staring as Haziel began to pat her down until he found the gun tucked into her waistband and returned it to his holster. 

“What are you going to do to me?” It was almost a whisper, barely escaping Toni’s lips.

“Nothing, I don’t have a fucking leg to stand on.” Haziel leaned into the driver’s seat, turning to look up at Toni but finding his eyes fell short. She used him, and he didn’t deserve to feel angry about it. His voice cracked when he finally spoke. “Just- get the fuck out of my sight.”

“I’m- I’m sorry.” She whispered, barely making it over the sound of the breeze. “I didn’t mean to kill you-”

“But you meant to fucking rape me.” Haziel snapped, the tears starting to fall. Despite everything- he still felt that deep shame. That pain, even if the act did not physically hurt. Maybe he would hurt less if it dead. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

Toni sprinted, making for the thin line of lights in the distance. And in his solitude, Haziel felt the tears begin to fall again.

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Not really meant to be horny, but thought about Azzi having trauma-induced vagnismus and made myself sad. And thought about Haziel or Ko accidentally (or on purpose) nicking him with a razor and made myself sadder. I also noticed Azzi has scars where his ovaries/fallopian tubes would be. Is he sterilized? Poor guy.

Aziphem is sterilized, full hysterectomy! It was part of his demonic transformation as it was something he wanted in life.

Ko is too cautious to nick Azzi but if he did he would be so apologetic and would treat him well after. As for Haziel... well he would just slice azzi an extra inch and fuck the newly widened hole.

For the Vagnismus- have a little drabble!

CW: Noncon medical exam, implied noncon, Vaginismus, and penetration.

A follow up to this

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG WITH NSFW TAGS I AM FIGHTING TUMBLRS MODERATION

The angel had grown uncomfortably fascinated with him sexually.

Everything had become an excuse to get close to Aziphem, to touch his body. It was as if the angel wanted to have sex again and just- couldn't bring himself to do so. Intimate examinations, constant nudity, and this uncomfortable privacy of the two of them alone with no cameras. Ko very well could fuck him again if he so desired but the angel had seemed so regretful-

But something had changed after that night. Aziphem could feel it in the way Ko’s eyes lingered on him. 

He knew it would happen again, and awakening from the thick haze of sedation with his feet in stirrups sent his heart into a panic. Weak yanking only pulled on thick leather restraints, his feet held spread and body covered by a thin sheet.

“Shhh little demon. You don’t need to struggle.” A cold, gloved hand gently caressed Aziphem’s face, resting on his cheek despite his best efforts to shake it off. “It’s just an exam, you don’t need to fight me.”

“Please-” Azzi’s voice shook softly, knowing fighting wouldn’t get him much further. “Remember what you said? That it never should have happened? You know as well as I do that my body doesn’t change, that there is something more to this.”

“Perhaps.” Ko’s voice carried an air of amusement and yet something else. Something that chilled Aziphem. 

Was he drunk? No- Aziphem knew the drunk angel, this was not that. Stone cold sober and now between his legs, Ko lifted the sheet enough to send a cool draft across his pussy but not enough for him to see what the angel was doing as he bent down. Aziphem pressed into the metal exam table, eyes closed and bracing himself.

Something was wrong. 

Aziphem was hardly a blushing virgin, even before he became a demon. He was no stranger to penetration and knew how to take just about anything. And yet, Ko’s finger barely breached him when the burning sensation started.

Apparently the angel noticed it too, pausing his intrusion. He hummed for a moment before retreating and making a note with his clean hand. 

“Fascinating. Have you ever had this issue before? You’re awfully tight today, far more than normal.” He pressed his finger up against Aziphem’s opening again.

“Go to hell.” Aziphem gasped, still reeling from the sharp pain. 

“This must have started after our… encounter.” Ko pressed in again, this time further earning him a scream from the demon. “I am truly sorry you were so traumatized by it. I thought I was gentle.”

“Get it out get it out PLEASE.” Use your manners, thats what this bastard always said and for once, Azzi complied, desperate to get some relief.

“I’m sorry but this is the first step in the healing process.” Ko gently twisted his finger, swirling against the tight muscle. “We will work you up to three and them see how you handle full sexual encounters.

What? Aziphem felt everything but his pussy go numb as Ko continued his hellish massage. What did he mean? Was? Was?

Oh god the angel was going to fuck him again.

[deaddemondonteat]

His only purpose is to seduce Cerberus Corps new toy. To be used for a greater purpose.

[deaddemondonteat]

Warziphem/Haziel mutual noncon threesome

CW: Noncon, Mutual noncon, Headbashing, use of the F slur, forced to rape, shock collar, anal, transmasc vaginal, name carving, fisting, forced oral, concussion

Characters: Warren, Aziphem, Haziel, Ko

Word count: 6271

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They still had not told him where Warren was.

Not for lack of asking of course, the first words out of his mouth when Ko opened that door had been begging him to let him see the human. The angel had been painfully vague about his condition, simply stating that he was fine.

Fine by whose standards? Aziphem had been asking every question he could think of. Was he alive? Was he hurt? Was he here, in the lab with him or had they sent him back? All met with the same answer.

“He’s fine.” Ko answered again, removing the sample vial from the port he had placed in Aziphem’s arm and wrapping it back up with tape. 

Of course that was the first thing he was going to be chewing on when the angel left, even if it was less painful than being constantly stuck with a needle. He refused to let the angel leave anything in him. Maybe in other circumstances he would have left it in, save himself the little bit of pain so he could be defiant later. Not this time, not until that fucking angel gave him a fucking answer.

“Would you say I’m fine?”

“I would say you are… agitated and disagreeable. But physically fine.”

“Exactly, then how the fuck can I trust that he is fine?! I want to see him.”

“Little demon…” Ko sighed, pulling off his gloves. “Whatever makes you think you deserve to make requests of me? You ran away from me for 8 whole months, set back my experiments, cost me and the enforcement team valuable time, and then went ahead and got a human involved? Who knows what you did to that poor man.”

“I have done nothing to harm him you lying spineless bastard of a-” 

Aziphem was caught off guard by the slap, Ko’s backhanded strike hitting him hard enough to send sparks cascading around his vision. Instinctively he reached for his face, pulling the chains to their furthest and wincing.

“You have no idea the trouble you’re in, do you? No. No you don’t.” Ko paced around him, forcing the demon to pull on his chains to keep him in his vision. “Now, I am going to go explain to the council why I desperately need you alive, why we shouldn’t execute you tomorrow morning as they very much want to. Hell, I’ll even put in a good word for the human… Mr… Warren Vale is it?”

Vale- Aziphem never really remembered ever hearing Warren’s last name. To him, he was Warren, just Warren, and the only Warren. Warren with the crooked teeth that made his smile so much warmer. Warren with the flannels that smelled like coffee, dirt, and old wood cabins. Warren who would swear in languages he didn’t understand and teach him dirty words in Spanish and told him about plants and rocks and could cook anything in the forest. 

Warren who was caught up in this all because of him.

“You can’t kill him, he’s innocent.”

“He knew full well I was looking for you and he still hid you from me. I could very easily have him killed for that. I don’t want to, but it’s not up to me right now. So if you could fucking behave for as long as it takes for me to convince the people above me not to kill you, that would be incredibly appreciated.” Ko snapped, grabbing Aziphem’s face and forcing him to look up at him. “Do you understand me, little demon?”

Pause.

“I want to see him.”

“Oh for the love of— No, fine. Fine. You want to see him?” 

Aziphem nodded enthusiastically, finally the angel was getting somewhere. Pulling out his flip phone, he dialed, then held the phone up to his ear.

“Haziel. You still have the human?”

Oh no-

“Bring Mr. Vale to Aziphem’s room.”

Wait- no it would be ok, Ko wouldn’t just let Haziel on Warren. And he would get to see Warren- that was the most important part!

“I think I will let you supervise a visit.”

Oh fuck. Aziphem’s stomach dropped, and for a moment, he was thankful Ko had forcibly emptied it upon his capture otherwise he would have thrown up. Haziel… with him and Warren. No, no there was no way. 

It didn’t take long for Haziel to shove open the door. In any other context of the two fighting… Aziphem would have been betting on Warren. Big, strong Warren who had a few inches on Haziel and at least 40 pounds on the scrawny angel. But being an angel came with perks, and it was with that superhuman strength that Haziel managed to contain Warren. 

But only barely.

“Azzi?”

Warren’s eyes only met Aziphem’s for a moment when the burly man pushed into action, yanking himself away from Haziel. He managed to actually tug the angel off balance enough to get a few steps in before Haziel’s fist found his stomach, crippling the human to his knees with a wretch. 

“Fucking asshole.” Haziel spat down at the groaning man, giving another kick for good measures.

“You don’t fucking touch him- fucking get your hands off-”

“Shut up.” Ko interrupted Aziphem again, this time yanking his hair so the demon was forced to stare down at the trembling human “Haziel, your gun please.”

The apprentice obliged, hanging over the holy revolver, Aziphem’s knee bone still inlaid in the handle. Those memories made him sick and something told him that these were not about to be any better.

“I don’t want to see any lasting marks on the human. Bruises are fine but contain yourself. He is mortal. As for Aziphem…” Ko pulled the demon’s head into a twisted position, causing him to cry out in pain. “The cameras are off. I won’t be back for at least an hour. Clean up when you’re done and I don’t give a fuck what you do.”

There was that feeling again, like he would puke if he wasn’t already empty. Aziphem’s skin prickled, a cold numbness in his limbs. What would Haziel do to him? No that didn’t matter, he would survive, what would Haziel do to Warren? He barely felt Ko release his hair, barely noticed the pale angel leave, and only became painfully aware that they were alone with the sadist.

“So–” Haziel mused, slowly stepping over Warren’s still crunched form to stand in front of Aziphem. “Long time no see. I missed your ugly mug glaring at me. Missed fucking you whene-AUGH!” 

This time it was Haziel who cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground as Warren dug his pocket knife into the angel’s calf. He held on for dear life as Haziel began to pummel his head with closed fist blows, battering his face until the stubborn human finally relented, releasing him with the knife still dug in deep.

“You fucking shit- I should fucking kill you-” Haziel got off one last good kick, causing Warren to cry out in pain and curl into a defensive position. Leaning down, Haziel pulled the blade from his flesh, gripping the small, 3 inch knife in his hand. “You’re so fucking lucky I am not allowed to seriously hurt you otherwise I would be carving my name into your back. I would cut off your ear and feed it to you. I would flay the skin from your fingers and cut each tendon in your hands one by one if I was allowed to!”

Warren didn’t reply, still shaking and sobbing on the ground, clenching his shoulder where Haziel’s steel toed boot made contact.

“That said… I have no stoppers on him. So why not-”

“NO!” Warren was fighting back the pain, but pulled himself up enough to see Haziel press the knife into Aziphem’s skin, starting the letter H on his upper abdomen. “Get.. the FUCK… off of him.” 

“Aw, you gonna make me stop, big guy? Don’t want me to fuck up your pretty little demon boy toy? His face needs a plastic bag over it to get me hard, but hey, he does have a nice body.” Haziel finished the A, fighting to keep a squirming Aziphem in his grasp. The chains were just loose enough to toss the demon around, just tight enough to keep him from moving himself. Beginning the Z, he continued. “Don’t try me. I can kick your ass just about every damn way it can be kicked. And whatever I can’t do to you, imma do to him. So shut the fuck up, and let me focus.”

Warren weakly opened his mouth, eyes meeting Aziphem’s again, in a shared moment. Even with his black eyes crunched in pain, they never left him. Silently, Aziphem begged Warren to stand down, hoping that Haziel would just make it quick.

Haziel, of course, had no such plans.

The angel took his sweet time, going over lines and adding little sliced accents to his name as he carved it into Aziphem’s stomach. He was starting to feel faint, the familiar feeling of weakness that came with pain beyond what his body was willing to feel taking over. But this wouldn’t be the end for him tonight.

At least he had Warren to look to. The human was still mostly unharmed; a little beaten but nothing he wouldn’t heal from. He still had all of his clothes, and while there was bandage taped on his hand from where the angels had likely drawn blood, he didn’t seem like he had been drugged. He was alert, watching as Haziel mused over his carving like a baker frosting a cake. Aziphem wasn’t really listening, just staring at Warren.

“There you go, just a little reminder that your little fuck demon belongs to me.” Haziel smirked, holding Aziphem enough to show off his handiwork. “Too bad he heals, I would love to force you to think of me when you’re-”

“Screw you- I’m not fucking him.”

Warren was… lying to Haziel? Fantastic, Aziphem knew he liked this human. The two had… had their moments. Maybe not fully at sex yet, but close enough and that had been a huge step for him. Allowing a man between his legs, even if it was only with his tongue was something he hadn’t imagined he would be able to do ever again. He had felt so safe on the few days he felt well enough to let Warren hold him, and the human had always made him feel cared for.

Haziel, of course, could not be allowed to learn about this.

“Really, you want me to believe you’re not plowing this? Look at him, three perfectly good holes and you ain’t doing shit?” Haziel snorted, moving down Aziphem's front with blood splattered fingers. “So you’re either lying, or fucking lame. Come on, don’t tell me you two just, what, kiss cuddle and do cutesy shit? With a demon?”

He had gotten so used to being able to have his say that when Haziel ran his fingers down between his legs Aziphem’s first reaction was to cry out.

“No!”

“No?” 

He could see Haziel's brain firing with excitement behind those cold eyes. That's right. Saying no was something he didn't get to do anymore. He would be paying for this-

"When have I ever let you defy me?~" His voice was sickly sweet as Haziel jerked him up abruptly, spreading his legs in front of Warren. 

Of course he had been nude in front of Warren before. Hell, Aziphem had spent enough of his life and afterlife in very little clothes with people around him. He wasn't afraid of his own nakedness anymore, but being exposed like this with Haziel’s fingers splaying him open- felt- voyeuristic. He was on display.

He felt the first finger jam in, rough, looking to do damage, prying his pussy open to show off his insides. Don’t think about what Warren was seeing. Would the human ever look at him the same again?

Would they ever be alone together again?

No, no he WOULD get out of here again, with Warren. He had done it before, he could do it again. Maybe this time they would go inland, maybe even to the east coast? He let his mind wander to the idea of what their life could be.

“Don’t go limp on me. I want to hear you make those sweet noises you used to.”

Aziphem was painfully aware of the knuckles tearing open his body, a familiar burning as he stretched to accommodate the majority of Haziel’s fist. The whimper fought on his lips, finally escaping as the hand forced itself inside him.

“That’s what I like to hear~”

And just like that, the hand was yanked out just as painfully but at least quicker than it had been put in. Aziphem nearly collapsed, forced to lean into Haziel’s arms as the angel examined his blood smeared fingers. 

“I mean- if you’re not fucking him, you at least want to, right?” Haziel addressed Warren, tossing Aziphem to the side and letting the demon fall hard on the table he was chained to. “He’s so… defiant. It’s fun to watch him break down the moment you put a cock in him.”

“I prefer my partners willing and engaged.” Warren refused to look up, knowing it would not end well for either of them. How words, however, already sealed his fate.

“UGH- boring. Admit it, you want to fuck him too. You want to pin him down and ram him until you’re done, I know I do.” Haziel gripped Warren’s hair, bloodied fingers on the human’s chin. “Maybe a little taste will change your mind…”

Aziphem barely looked up in time to see Haziel shove his wet fingers down the human’s throat. Warren was choking- eyes barely open and gasping for air. Haziel wouldn’t kill him- he wasn’t allowed to- But seconds ticked on, Warren grasping at Haziel’s arm in desperation as he tried to get a breath. 

The chains were just slack enough. Aziphem didn’t care how they would yank his limbs when he fell, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t die. All that mattered was getting his teeth into Haziel in any way that would get him off of Warren and with that the demon threw himself off of the table and onto the angel.

The thick leather of Haziel’s jacket filled his mouth, blocking most of Aziphem’s fangs from making contact with skin. Still, as the chains jerked him back towards the table, it had been enough. The jolt yanked Haziel away from Warren, letting the human gasp for breath. Victory-

For only a moment.

His ankles and wrists burned, joints popping and restraints digging into his skin. Haziel managed to shed his jacket, pulling his arms out before Aziphem could get his teeth in any better. It didn’t matter what happened next, Warren was breathing-

The blow to his head silenced the world. For a moment, Aziphem thought maybe he had died, unsure of what happened. As the ringing died down and the black spots cleared, he could feel another fist, this time to his diaphragm forcing him to spasm. He barely noticed Haziel taking his chains off, dazed and gasping for air.

He did, however, hear Haziel’s command.

“Pants off.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me- pants off or I will cut them off of you.” Haziel brandished the small knife Warren had left in his leg, still holding Aziphem roughly by the hair. 

Warren looked so scared. Had he- he had never been raped like this before… had he? Maybe it was the consistency of sexual abuse in his life but it almost seemed… weird that someone could simply live their life without being raped. Maybe Warren would have lived that life if Aziphem hadn’t dragged him into this.

“If you make me touch you I will punch you in the goddamn balls-” 

Warren hastily pulled down his pants, awkwardly fumbling with the button for only a moment so Haziel could not make good on his threat. He was wearing that funny pair of boxers with the dogs on them- Aziphem remembered him falling asleep on the couch with them on when they first moved into the cabin. He thought they were cute; he liked looking at all the funny hats the dogs wore and as he did so, looking at Warren. 

Now he just watched as the human cautiously pulled down those boxers, exposing himself just like Aziphem had been forced to, soft and limp from fear. As Warren did, Aziphem kept his eyes up the whole time, refusing to let the angel take that dignity from his human. 

“Please don’t- I can’t.”

“I’m not fucking you, you’re not my type.” Haziel sneered down. “Your demon though… much more so. I like how thin he gets when I starve him, how my master keeps him hairless and easy to touch, and having an extra hole to choose from is definitely a plus. Unfortunately, he seems to have no idea what his mouth is good for.”

Aziphem didn’t have the chance to pull away, still a little dazed. His head was shoved between Warren’s legs. Instinctively he clenched his jaw, causing Warren to whine out in fear as teeth met his sensitive flesh. Haziel smirked, watching the demon’s jaw go slack, cock filling his mouth, pressing Aziphem’s face into Warren’s hips.

“Normally this would be where I would threaten you with what would happen if you bite, but I don’t think I need to this time.” Haziel chuckled, undoing his own pants and letting them fall to his knees. Unlike Warren, he was fully hard and dripping from just the sight of Aziphem naked and submissive. “Hope you can relax~ I think I want that tight little asshole today…”

Asshole meant burning pain, Aziphem knew this. Haziel tried without lube for a few agonizing moments, the hole burning at the feeling of his cock trying to force its way in before being pulled out for a healthy dose of spit. It still hurt like hell, pulling against the entrance as it forced him open. Aziphem cried out, eyes squinting shut and burying his face into Warren.

Pure burning pain gave way to prickling goosebumps and deep aches as Haziel built his rhythm, moaning softly with his hand still tangled in Aziphem’s hair. Every time the angel thrust forwards he felt himself gag on Warren, struggling to catch a breath between the full mouth and the waves of pain.

Warren, at least Warren wasn’t in pain. Aziphem forced himself to focus on his teeth, specifically keeping them out of Warren’s cock. Cracking open his eyes, Aziphem glanced up at the human in an attempt to make eye contact.

Warren wasn’t looking at him, in fact, Warren was looking anywhere else but him. Aziphem reached out a hand, tensing slightly as Haziel made a particularly deep thrust. The whimper he made got Warren’s eyes, chancing a glance down at him.

Please. Please don’t look away again. Aziphem’s black eyes widened, admiring every trait of the human from the few stray hairs Warren had missed when he tidied up his beard to the way his septum piercing hung just off center. So gorgeously imperfect and human and kind-

“Oh FUCK yes-” Haziel slammed hard, pulling as far out as he could and pressing his hips to Aziphem’s to earn a muffled scream from the demon. “God damn I love it when you make those noises for me-”

Haziel’s pace was too much, Aziphem felt like he was going to throw up and rip open with every thrust, whimpering into Warren. He couldn’t do this- he didn’t know how to make it stop but he didn’t know how he could let it keep going-

Warren was holding his hand.

In all of the pain, he had barely noticed the human’s rough, calloused hand grabbing his blackened fingers, squeezing them as tightly as he could. He was sweaty and hot and the grip was almost too tight and Aziphem did not care. It was something he could hold on to as Haziel slammed him forwards. He could smell the blood, his blood, and feel where he had likely ripped, but he could also feel Warren’s hand on his and that was enough.

The sobs and wails came freely now, pouring out into Warren’s lap as Haziel fucked him raw. He knew the angel loved the sound, and as little as he wanted to give him what he wanted- it made it quicker. At least his body had caved, opening up for the angel and gaping when he pulled out, making it easier for him to push back in. Aziphem had been fucked enough to know Haziel was close; he focused on speed over depth when he was nearly there, just pushing all the way into-

Aziphem let out a pathetic wail as Haziel collapsed onto him, pressing their hips together and releasing in him. Was that blood or cum that dribbled out as Haziel pulled away? Probably both, he didn’t dare look. At least it was over. Shakily, he pulled away from Warren, letting his head fall limp just outside the human’s lap. Their hands gripped one another, a silent phrase passed between them.

It’s not your fault.

“What, blowies not your thing?” Haziel jeered, gesturing to Warren’s still limp cock. 

Warren, smartly, said nothing, just glaring back at Haziel.

“I mean- I am in fact a gentleman, I like it when everyone gets to finish. So that’s why I am going to let you have a turn with him.”

“No.” Warren shook his head, his grip tightening around Azzi’s fingers. 

“Let me rephrase- you are going to fuck him. Or… hm- oh that’s an idea~” 

Aziphem visibly shrank away when Haziel retrieved the shock collar, stretching the thick leather band menacingly. Warren’s arms gripped his head, protecting the demon the best he could as the angel loomed over them.

“Hasn’t he had enough?”

“Oh no, no this isn’t for him.” Haziel grabbed Warren by the hair, pulling his head back to a small cry of pain. “It’s for you big guy! Ain’t that fun? See- I know this little bastard of a demon very, very well. And he can deal with the pain. I’m a lot more curious to see if you can.”

“Let him- Let him go-” Aziphem moaned a little, fighting to pull himself up only to have his head shoved down under Haziel’s boot. 

“Shut up. Now, you are going to fuck him and let me watch, or I’m going to put this on you and see how long you can go until you break and fuck him anyways.” Haziel dangled the collar in front of Warren, cock still out and at half mast already. “You choose.”

“I can’t do that to him-”

“Mm okay. We can see how long that lasts.” 

The world stayed silent as Haziel tightened the collar around Warren’s neck, only breaking for the shrill beep of the little black box coming to life. Appeased with his work, the angel sauntered back to the small rolling chair Ko kept in the corner. Cock in hand, he gestured to Aziphem.

“Fuck him.”

“No.”

“I was so hoping you would say that- Let’s see where I start you at…” Haziel’s grin widened, fiddling with the remote like a child with a new toy. Ramping up the power, he paused, eyeing Warren up and down. “I mean- you’re a tough guy right? You can handle this.”

The shock itself was silent; Aziphem had forgotten how quiet it was when your mind wasn’t firing every neuron at once. 

Warren, on the other hand, was anything but as he collapsed to the ground with a scream. A sickening scream, a scream he should have never had to make as every muscle in his neck tightened and spasmed. It was only a few seconds, but when Haziel finally released the button Warren was already in sobs, yanking at the collar the best he could.

“Don’t touch that.”

Another cry of pain and Warren’s hands were obediently at his side.

“See? You’re learning.” Haziel laughed, stroking his cock from base to tip with his still blood covered hands. “Now, fuck him or I crank up the intensity and stick it on for longer.”

Aziphem barely cared about Haziel’s commands, trying to help Warren into the recovery position. Uncurling crunched fingers and trying to wipe the sweat from his human’s brow, their eyes connected once again.

Warren was considering it.

The realization ran cold through Aziphem’s veins and he immediately pulled back away. He saw the gears turning behind the human’s eyes, debating if it was worth sacrificing their first time together for relief from this pain.

“No.”

The words barely left Warren’s lips when Haziel made good on his word, this time letting him thrash on the ground screaming until the pancake breakfast and hash browns the couple had shared this morning splattered out across Azzi’s feet. 

“Look. You got the easy role in all of this.” Haziel sighed, finally ending the shock. Standing with a grumble, he kicked Aziphem to the side as he approached the two. Gripping Warren’s curly dark hair, he twisted his head to look up at him. “Stick dick in and fuck, that’s fun. And I’ll stop hurting you, no more shocks. As long as your cock is buried in that filthy demon cunt of his, I have no need to hurt you. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? No more pain. You get your dick wet. Everyone’s happy right? Well except him of course but the little freak deserves it.”

“You keep your fucking hands off of him Haziel-” Aziphem interrupted, teeth bared.

“You want to make it worse?” Haziel challenged, thumbing the button as the demon shakily drew himself to his feet. Aziphem did his best not to wince as one of his ankles failed to hold him, a product of his fall. “You could always fuck him, save him the pain and give me a show.”

“Fuck you.”

“I mean- “ Haziel spread his arms, showing off his blood smeared cock and dangling Warren’s face dangerously close to it. “If you wanted to do that I’d allow it. You’re always such an angry fuck, it would be nice to see you perform for me. Bounce on my cock. Moan my name. Beg me to fuck you in front of your- boyfriend? Tell him how much you love how I fill your pathetic little demon cunt with my cum?”

“FUCK YOU I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND EAT YOUR FLESH AND DESECRATE YOUR-”

“Ah ah ah. What’s my master always say to you? Thats right-” The angel jammed his finger into the button again, causing Warren to thrash and scream until his hair ripped in Haziel’s fist. “Watch your language.”

Words left Aziphem, replaced with nothing beyond a burning need to rip Haziel’s throat from his body. A violent screech resounded in the room, mixing with Warren’s horsening cries as the demon lunged for Haziel. His head pounded and legs shook yet still his teeth snapped at the angel, desperate for any taste of flesh.

“Azzi please!”

“Please-” Warren’s voice cracked like the electricity flowing through it, tense and pained. “Please stop! Please I can’t take any more I am begging you-"

Those pleas froze Aziphem, claws curled and teeth bared, yet eyes lingering on his human as he writhed in pain. But as he stopped, Haziel released his hold on the button, letting Warren drop to the ground and heave up what hadn’t made it out of his stomach the first time. 

“T-thank you. Thank you god thank you-” 

“Sinners like you don’t get that word.” Haziel sneered, holding up the remote but did nothing more than threaten. 

“Yes- yes I’m so sorry. Please- no more. I can’t-”

“Then you know what you gotta do, big guy.”

The fluorescent bulbs buzzed in the now silent room, an echo of the screams that had filled it only a moment earlier. Aziphem watched Warren glance from Haziel, to him, and finally resting on that remote in Haziel’s hand. 

He was considering it again. 

Aziphem took a step back, claws still curled but now braced across his body in a defensive stance and tail whipping side to side. He couldn’t hurt Warren- but – he couldn’t- their first time- not like this. He couldn’t be taken like this. He couldn’t learn to fear Warren after all the time they had put into their trust.

“Please-” Warren chewed his lip, those big brown eyes dulling as they seemed to accept their fate. “You can fuck me. I’ll- I’ve never- but that’s ok. That’s what you like right? You could take that from me.” 

Relief momentarily flooded Aziphem, knowing his love would not betray him like this. Of course, disgust replaced it as Warren crawled across the floor to kneel in front of Haziel, lips brushing the angel’s cock.

“I can- I can serve you. Suck you off. I can- even- let you -” The words jumbled, falling from Warren’s lips alongside the tear in his eye. “F-fuck me if you want.”

Yet the disgust in Aziphem’s gut was matched by Haziel’s face, the angel curling his lip. 

“What do you think I am, a faggot?”

The back handed slap knocked Warren back, collapsing to the ground with a whimper only to turn to a scream as Haziel cranked the collar’s voltage. The angel sneered, watching the human wail for a moment longer before releasing him again.

“And even then, youre too fucking ugly for me.” Haziel yanked Warren to his feet, holding the weight of the larger man. “No, the demon’s getting fucked. Either he gives himself willingly or you pin him down and do it- I’ll have a good wank to it either way.”

With those words, Haziel shoved the human forwards, taking a couple unsteady steps towards Aziphem. His pants had long since been abandoned, leaving him shaking and exposed. The red marks from his earlier beatings were darkening into vibrant bruises, he limped with exhaustion, and from that small black box on his neck bloomed a bright red stain. The skin flared red, burning around the two prongs and agitated up to his jawline while the muscles twitched, fried from being constantly tensed and jolted.

“Azzi- please.” Warren mumbled, unable to look at the demon as he stepped towards him. “I can’t- I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes you can.” Aziphem pleaded. “Warren- don’t do this.”

“I can be quick.” 

The dark brown eyes lifted to meet his pitch black ones, their normal light sullied with despair and self loathing. Bloodied, bruised, and burned, Warren had made his choice.

“Please make this easier for me. I want to be gentle. I don’t need to hurt you-”

“No.” The demon took a step back, whining and stumbling on his damaged legs. “No no no you can’t be serious-”

“I can’t- it’s too much-” Tears poured down Warren’s face, his scruffy, warm face that only hours before Aziphem had been rubbing his own against. “I’m sorry, I’m weak. I need it to stop.”

“Aw isnt that fucking pathetic? You two are perfect for each other.” Haziel stalked back to his chair, stroking himself as he watched. “Now if you really loved him, you’d let him fuck you. Cmon Aziphem, be a good little fuck toy and let him have his fun.”

“No!” The demon took another step away, only to find the wall of the small cell behind him. Pressing against the frigid tile, he curled the best he could to defend himself. “Warren you can take it. You’re strong.”

A pause before the demon’s next words.

“I wouldn’t do this to you.”

Warren faltered, the streams of tears choking into wails as he looked down at his cowering lover.

“I know. You are so much stronger than me. I’m sorry Azzi-”

“Ugh will you two just fuck already?” Haziel rolled his eyes, lifting his remote again. But this time, Warren acted before he had the chance to shock.

Aziphem had never considered how strong Warren was, just that he could chop wood to keep them warm and carry a deer he had shot for them to eat. Normal human things right? No reason to be afraid of the man he slept next to. 

He didn't realize how easy it would be for Warren to pin him against the wall until his feet were kicking in the air. 

Claws were instinctual, the talons gashing at Warren’s face and connecting with his arm. Thick red blood splattered the white walls, earning a howl from Warren before Aziphem realized what he had done. 

“I’m sorry im sorry warren I’m-”

“I’m sorry Aziphem.”

Warren had him in a bear hug, pressed against the wall as Aziphem kicked and screamed with no more success in pushing the much stronger human off of him. Large hands tucked under his legs, pressing his hips into a better position until-

Aziphem gasped at the intrusion. It wasn’t penetration as Haziel had done, long, hard, and painful. This was more of a squish, a flaccid dick mashing against his pussy until it squeezed in.

“No-”

The fight almost instantly drained from Aziphem's arms, going limp in Warren’s forced hug as the human began to thrust. Slowly the soft mass firmed into a thick cock, rhythmically moving inside of him.

“I’m so sorry azzi-” Warren blubbered, snot running down his face alongside the tears. “I’m sorry I don’t want to-” 

“Then why couldn’t you take it. Why are you so FUCKING WEAK?” Aziphem’s fingers formed into a weak fist, pounding against Warrens back with no real strength to do any more harm. He already hurt his… the word lover fell flat in his lips as Warren thrust again. He still couldn’t bring himself to hurt him anymore. “Why do you have to hurt me-”

“I can be gentle I promise.” Warren slowly lowered him to the ground, laying back so Azzi could be on top. “I won’t be long-”

As soon as Warren’s weight shifted from him Aziphem yanked back, pulling himself off of Warrens cock and scrambling back. “No no no NO, you promised me you were different than them you told me you would wait for me to want it-” Azzi heaved, ignoring Haziel’s excited gaze. “YOU TOLD ME YOU WANTED TO MAKE OUR FIRST TIME SPECIAL.”

“I did-”

“Then why the FUCK are you RAPING ME?!”

“I dont- I can’t-” Warren's words evaporated into a choked scream, rattling through the cell as Haziel thumbed the button. 

“Less talking more dicking.” The blonde sneered, stroking himself from his seat in the office chair. 

“No no I can’t- Please don’t make me do this please just fuck me instea-” Another ear piercing shriek and Warren grabbed Aziphem by the ankle, yanking him to the floor. “Azzi please I can’t-”

“No no no NO!” Aziphem kicked down on Warren’s hand, feeling a crack as heel collided with fingers. But the damn human refused to release the two fighting on the floor.

“God you are fucking weak aren’t you.” Haziel’s hand caught Azzi’s horn just as he pulled out of Warren's reach, slamming his head down hard enough to bring stars to his vision. “Gotta do this shit myself huh?”

Warren looked so relieved as Haziel stepped in, as if he cared less about the atrocity happening than he did about being the one to do so. Relief that shattered alongside the tile under Aziphem’s head as Haziel bashed it down again. 

“Go on. Keep fucking.” 

The words barely lingered in the air above the burning ringing in Aziphem’s ears and the taint of blood. White lights and white tile blurred together from the trauma, showing only a faded shadow of a figure leaning over him.

“I- I can’t- he’s hurt-”

A sharp scream

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s dead! Fuck him!”

This time a long scream, drawn out and held as Haziel must have held the button.

A rough grab at his hips, tearing his legs apart.

That same soft fleshy intrusion.

“Much better. As long as you’re fucking, no shocks.”

Warren’s sweat dripped down on to Aziphem’s skin, prickling heat on his shivering body. The thrusts just felt wrong, squishy and forced with no pleasure behind them.

And yet, slowly it started to harden. Taking Warren was nothing like Haziel or Ko- his cock did not bruise against Aziphem’s cervix, instead rubbing against sensitive spots closer to his entrance.

It could have been pleasurable if Haziel was not slamming his head into the ground, repeated bashing blurring his world. Iron tainted the air and Azzi knew his skull was broken at least. Sobs echoed around him, Aziphem barely able to focus on them in his concussed state. 

But Warren was hard inside of him, thrusting desperately until-

Aziphem didn’t really feel the orgasm, he just knew it must have happened because Warren pulled out and collapsed besides him. Haziel was saying- something. He couldn’t quite tell but he was being pulled up to his feet. He couldn’t walk. A rough toss and he was on the table again, laid down almost tenderly as chains embraced his limp limbs again. 

“Enjoy your little visit.” Haziel cackled, words barely making sense as he slammed the door behind him. 

Warren was babbling, Aziphem finally meeting his gaze with glazed over eyes and a blank expression. He couldn’t think, he didn’t want to think. All he knew was violation and pain and it was Warren’s fault.

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Gods I wanna be fucked nasty by a priest who wants to take out his pent up sexual desires on me.

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love it when a blonde man is evil. that is his natural habitat

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