SPN: Angel Kink Meme Prompt-fill - Forced to Fall
Anonymous kink: Castiel/Lucifer, bondage/frottage. An angel falls when they lose their innocence. Background scene, 5x10
((Another one to try and appease the angst-bunnies. Writing Lucifer’s perspective is certainly a challenge. Warnings: Lucifer being Lucifer, dub-con, sorta bondage, frottage, angst.))
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Lucifer was feeling vexed. He had one of his little brothers trapped, but didn’t want to kill him. Instead, he was feeling something akin to affection for him. Little Castiel, who’d been so young the last time they met. And now here he was, practically cut off from Heaven for rebelling and siding with the humans.
If restored to his full power, such an angel on his side could be quite useful. And he was close to Sam Winchester, could tell Lucifer how to get his vessel to submit.
“I don’t understand why you’re fighting me,” Lucifer tried to go with gentle persuasion first. “Of all the angels.” There were so many others who had done more to directly hurt Castiel, after all.
“You really have to ask?” Castiel was looking unsettled. Good, at least Lucifer wasn’t alone in the feeling.
“I rebelled, I was cast out. You rebelled, you were cast out.” It seemed simple enough logic to him. “Almost all of Heaven wants to see me dead, and if they succeed, guess what… you’re their new public enemy number one.” Castiel’s eyes fell to the ground, and Lucifer could feel the anguish coming off him in waves. “We’re on the same side like it or not, so…” he shrugged, trying to come across as the wise, caring big brother he’d never actually been. “Why not just serve your own best interests, which in this case just happen to be mine.”
He could see Castiel immediately reject the idea, without fully considering the possibilities. The little one had chosen his side, and apparently would stick to it.
“I’ll die first,” Castiel told him with quiet conviction.
The two stared at each other for a moment. Castiel remained resolute, even though Lucifer could tell that he was afraid. The older angel sighed and turned away for a moment, checking that the bindings he’d installed earlier were still there. He’d figured out that one could never be too careful when it came to the Winchesters.
“No you won’t,” he saw that things were to his satisfaction. “Here.” With that, Lucifer caused a pipe to fall, creating a temporary bridge over the flames. Castiel was quick in using it, only to be pulled around so that his back rested against Lucifer’s chest, the older angel wasting no time in attaching manacles of some sort to his wrists before he could think to fight back.
As soon as the chains were attached, Castiel knew he was in trouble. He felt a cage fall around his diminished Grace, and found that he was unable to break the iron around his wrists. For a moment he struggled, before he felt Lucifer’s arms around him, holding him still.
“Stop Castiel, I don’t want to hurt you. And they will hurt you if you cut yourself.”
Castiel could already see that he’d scraped his wrist in the struggle, then gasped as he saw Lucifer’s wings manifest around him. With a gentle brush of feathers, the scrape was healed, and Castiel was encircled in the most beautiful wings he’d ever seen.
Despite being fallen, Lucifer had been an Archangel, and his wings were purest white, running to silver at the edges. Feeling them around him, Castiel’s own smoky grey wings manifested out of pure reflex, reaching out to rest along his brother’s. He felt Lucifer breathing heavily behind him, a mouth gently kissing the back of his neck, and he tried to jerk away.
“Shhh, hold still,” Lucifer admonished him, hands going to Castiel’s hips. “Just trust me to take care of you.”
“No,” Castiel was unable to escape the hold on him, and could feel that his wriggling was instead arousing Lucifer.
“Submit to me, and everything will be all right.”
“I won’t,” Castiel tried to keep his voice steady. It wasn’t easy with fear running through him, but he almost managed. “My loyalty is to the Winchesters.”
At that, Lucifer growled and removed Castiel’s tie, stuffing it into the younger angel’s mouth.
“Until you submit, I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”
With that, Lucifer started rubbing himself against Castiel’s body again. He hadn’t planned on doing this, but if Castiel was going to be stubborn… this was the best way to convert him. After all, angels fell when they lost their innocence, and Lucifer had been corrupting the innocent for aeons.
He ran his wings along Castiel’s, kissed the back of his neck, and ran a hand down to cup his genitals. It took a while before the little one started responding, and Lucifer mentally applauded his resolve. A less patient angel would have just killed Castiel already. Undoing Castiel’s belt and pants, Lucifer slid his hand in to stroke his flesh, still slowly grinding against him.
As he felt Castiel start to stiffen, Lucifer heard the small whimpers coming from behind the gag. He smiled against Castiel’s neck and increased the tempo of his strokes, taking joy in introducing Castiel to the pleasures of the flesh. Biting down a little, he felt Castiel shudder and moan, and knew that he was winning.
Letting go of Castiel, Lucifer spun him around and pushed him against the wall, lifting the younger angel’s arms to attach the manacles to a hook above his head. Castiel looked up, knowing he couldn’t get out of this, then back at Lucifer, who was staring at him hungrily.
“Ready to submit?” He purred, moving closer again.
Castiel could feel his vessel’s heart thumping in his chest, and knew that Jimmy was just as frightened as he was. Somehow, he found the strength to glare at Lucifer and shake his head.
“Oh good,” Lucifer whispered, forcing Castiel to spread his legs and lifting him up so that their groins were pressed together. He started thrusting his hips again, his own wings spreading Castiel’s wide and teasing them.
He could see the flush across Castiel’s skin, both terror and arousal in the little one’s eyes, and he smirked.
“Just stop fighting it,” he lowered his head and whispered soothingly into Castiel’s ear. “I promise I’ll take care of you, forever. I’ll never turn you away. I’ll never let any of the demons harm you. I won’t even make you bow to me. Just give me your loyalty, your love, and I’ll always be there for you.”
It was too much for Castiel, the gentle words and touches combining to short-circuit his brain. With a final moan of surrender, he wriggled enough to wrap his legs around Lucifer’s waist and started moving with him. Lucifer smiled at him then, a smile filled with pride and pleasure, and removed the gag from his mouth.
“Lu… more…” Castiel whispered.
“As you wish,” Lucifer’s eyes glittered in triumph, and he started thrusting their hips together more roughly, putting enough pressure behind it that Castiel knew the wall would be scraping his skin off if not for his trench coat. He tightened his legs around Lucifer, and found his lips caught in a rough, bruising kiss.
Castiel opened his mouth willingly, allowing Lucifer to take control of him, condemning himself as he kissed back.
With a final stroke of Lucifer’s wings against his, Castiel threw his head back and gasped at the pleasure that washed over him, barely even noticing the physical symptoms of his orgasm. He felt the manacles being unhooked, then removed, and wrapped his arms around Lucifer’s neck as the older angel sank to his knees, Castiel sitting astride him.
Then Castiel felt it - the worst pain he’d ever felt, worse even than when Raphael had killed him. He was screaming, he knew, clawing at Lucifer’s shoulders, back arched as he tried to relieve the pain somehow. Through it, he could hear Lucifer talking, a soothing voice, and could feel his wings trying to lend comfort, but it was too much, he could only feel pain.
After several minutes, he slumped forwards, tears running down his face as he realised what the pain was. He felt empty inside, his Grace torn out, and he sobbed against Lucifer’s shoulder.
“Sh, sh, it’s going to be okay.”
Then he felt something else flow into him, another power darker than any demon, and he struggled against it in an effort to get away. But Lucifer’s wings and arms held him still, and finally it too passed, leaving something inside him that felt akin to his Grace when it was still powerful and healthy, but this was twisted and tainted. He wanted to deny what had just happened, but then felt Lucifer rocking against him again, and couldn’t stop the whimper of desire.
“That’s it, Little One. You’re my angel now, and I’ll never let you go.”
And Castiel knew that it was the truth.
((Another one to try and appease the angst-bunnies. Writing Lucifer’s perspective is certainly a challenge. Warnings: Lucifer being Lucifer, dub-con, sorta bondage, frottage, angst.))
-AS-
Lucifer was feeling vexed. He had one of his little brothers trapped, but didn’t want to kill him. Instead, he was feeling something akin to affection for him. Little Castiel, who’d been so young the last time they met. And now here he was, practically cut off from Heaven for rebelling and siding with the humans.
If restored to his full power, such an angel on his side could be quite useful. And he was close to Sam Winchester, could tell Lucifer how to get his vessel to submit.
“I don’t understand why you’re fighting me,” Lucifer tried to go with gentle persuasion first. “Of all the angels.” There were so many others who had done more to directly hurt Castiel, after all.
“You really have to ask?” Castiel was looking unsettled. Good, at least Lucifer wasn’t alone in the feeling.
“I rebelled, I was cast out. You rebelled, you were cast out.” It seemed simple enough logic to him. “Almost all of Heaven wants to see me dead, and if they succeed, guess what… you’re their new public enemy number one.” Castiel’s eyes fell to the ground, and Lucifer could feel the anguish coming off him in waves. “We’re on the same side like it or not, so…” he shrugged, trying to come across as the wise, caring big brother he’d never actually been. “Why not just serve your own best interests, which in this case just happen to be mine.”
He could see Castiel immediately reject the idea, without fully considering the possibilities. The little one had chosen his side, and apparently would stick to it.
“I’ll die first,” Castiel told him with quiet conviction.
The two stared at each other for a moment. Castiel remained resolute, even though Lucifer could tell that he was afraid. The older angel sighed and turned away for a moment, checking that the bindings he’d installed earlier were still there. He’d figured out that one could never be too careful when it came to the Winchesters.
“No you won’t,” he saw that things were to his satisfaction. “Here.” With that, Lucifer caused a pipe to fall, creating a temporary bridge over the flames. Castiel was quick in using it, only to be pulled around so that his back rested against Lucifer’s chest, the older angel wasting no time in attaching manacles of some sort to his wrists before he could think to fight back.
As soon as the chains were attached, Castiel knew he was in trouble. He felt a cage fall around his diminished Grace, and found that he was unable to break the iron around his wrists. For a moment he struggled, before he felt Lucifer’s arms around him, holding him still.
“Stop Castiel, I don’t want to hurt you. And they will hurt you if you cut yourself.”
Castiel could already see that he’d scraped his wrist in the struggle, then gasped as he saw Lucifer’s wings manifest around him. With a gentle brush of feathers, the scrape was healed, and Castiel was encircled in the most beautiful wings he’d ever seen.
Despite being fallen, Lucifer had been an Archangel, and his wings were purest white, running to silver at the edges. Feeling them around him, Castiel’s own smoky grey wings manifested out of pure reflex, reaching out to rest along his brother’s. He felt Lucifer breathing heavily behind him, a mouth gently kissing the back of his neck, and he tried to jerk away.
“Shhh, hold still,” Lucifer admonished him, hands going to Castiel’s hips. “Just trust me to take care of you.”
“No,” Castiel was unable to escape the hold on him, and could feel that his wriggling was instead arousing Lucifer.
“Submit to me, and everything will be all right.”
“I won’t,” Castiel tried to keep his voice steady. It wasn’t easy with fear running through him, but he almost managed. “My loyalty is to the Winchesters.”
At that, Lucifer growled and removed Castiel’s tie, stuffing it into the younger angel’s mouth.
“Until you submit, I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”
With that, Lucifer started rubbing himself against Castiel’s body again. He hadn’t planned on doing this, but if Castiel was going to be stubborn… this was the best way to convert him. After all, angels fell when they lost their innocence, and Lucifer had been corrupting the innocent for aeons.
He ran his wings along Castiel’s, kissed the back of his neck, and ran a hand down to cup his genitals. It took a while before the little one started responding, and Lucifer mentally applauded his resolve. A less patient angel would have just killed Castiel already. Undoing Castiel’s belt and pants, Lucifer slid his hand in to stroke his flesh, still slowly grinding against him.
As he felt Castiel start to stiffen, Lucifer heard the small whimpers coming from behind the gag. He smiled against Castiel’s neck and increased the tempo of his strokes, taking joy in introducing Castiel to the pleasures of the flesh. Biting down a little, he felt Castiel shudder and moan, and knew that he was winning.
Letting go of Castiel, Lucifer spun him around and pushed him against the wall, lifting the younger angel’s arms to attach the manacles to a hook above his head. Castiel looked up, knowing he couldn’t get out of this, then back at Lucifer, who was staring at him hungrily.
“Ready to submit?” He purred, moving closer again.
Castiel could feel his vessel’s heart thumping in his chest, and knew that Jimmy was just as frightened as he was. Somehow, he found the strength to glare at Lucifer and shake his head.
“Oh good,” Lucifer whispered, forcing Castiel to spread his legs and lifting him up so that their groins were pressed together. He started thrusting his hips again, his own wings spreading Castiel’s wide and teasing them.
He could see the flush across Castiel’s skin, both terror and arousal in the little one’s eyes, and he smirked.
“Just stop fighting it,” he lowered his head and whispered soothingly into Castiel’s ear. “I promise I’ll take care of you, forever. I’ll never turn you away. I’ll never let any of the demons harm you. I won’t even make you bow to me. Just give me your loyalty, your love, and I’ll always be there for you.”
It was too much for Castiel, the gentle words and touches combining to short-circuit his brain. With a final moan of surrender, he wriggled enough to wrap his legs around Lucifer’s waist and started moving with him. Lucifer smiled at him then, a smile filled with pride and pleasure, and removed the gag from his mouth.
“Lu… more…” Castiel whispered.
“As you wish,” Lucifer’s eyes glittered in triumph, and he started thrusting their hips together more roughly, putting enough pressure behind it that Castiel knew the wall would be scraping his skin off if not for his trench coat. He tightened his legs around Lucifer, and found his lips caught in a rough, bruising kiss.
Castiel opened his mouth willingly, allowing Lucifer to take control of him, condemning himself as he kissed back.
With a final stroke of Lucifer’s wings against his, Castiel threw his head back and gasped at the pleasure that washed over him, barely even noticing the physical symptoms of his orgasm. He felt the manacles being unhooked, then removed, and wrapped his arms around Lucifer’s neck as the older angel sank to his knees, Castiel sitting astride him.
Then Castiel felt it - the worst pain he’d ever felt, worse even than when Raphael had killed him. He was screaming, he knew, clawing at Lucifer’s shoulders, back arched as he tried to relieve the pain somehow. Through it, he could hear Lucifer talking, a soothing voice, and could feel his wings trying to lend comfort, but it was too much, he could only feel pain.
After several minutes, he slumped forwards, tears running down his face as he realised what the pain was. He felt empty inside, his Grace torn out, and he sobbed against Lucifer’s shoulder.
“Sh, sh, it’s going to be okay.”
Then he felt something else flow into him, another power darker than any demon, and he struggled against it in an effort to get away. But Lucifer’s wings and arms held him still, and finally it too passed, leaving something inside him that felt akin to his Grace when it was still powerful and healthy, but this was twisted and tainted. He wanted to deny what had just happened, but then felt Lucifer rocking against him again, and couldn’t stop the whimper of desire.
“That’s it, Little One. You’re my angel now, and I’ll never let you go.”
And Castiel knew that it was the truth.