SPN F.A.L Prompt #1.
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This has Fluff, Angst, and hints of Lime. ((F.A.L.))
"I do find your lack of nudity extremely inappropriate."
"I may not go down in history as some unrecognizable hero, but I will certainly go down on you."
"I'd love to be the devil on your shoulder and the devil on your lips."
((Based around a GenderNeutral ||Hunter|| reader. Balthazar.))
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"Let's make this abundantly clear, dearest."
Balthazar slammed you harshly into the nearby wall with his forearm, trapping you between his arms, your back meeting it with a scratching collision. The only thing behind you now was the stony, alleyway wall.
The whole back of the building reeked, lined putrid with human wastes and the earthy stench of mildew.
Batlhazar's jaw flexed, ticked irrevocably in unrelenting anger, a pessimistic look crossing his face as he thought.
"You know, I'm quite sick of this charade you insist on putting up."
He shoved you tighter to the wall, his face next to yours, to the point you smelled the cheap booze lingering on his breath. His voice oozed with sickly confidence and sheer annoyance.
"Calling out to my own brother for help? Your friends? The self proclaimed King of Hell? —Are you insane!?"
He snapped, still carrying on the conversation as to not let you get a single word in.
"Castiel isn't your personal savior. Those bloody imbecile Winchesters aren't your saviors. And most of all, Crowley certainly will never be your savior."
His hand made its way to your jaw, squeezing ever so harshly.
Forcing your eyes to look at his own.
"No matter how close you are to that bottom-feeding, wretched example of a demon, I couldn't give a rat's ass."
He needed you to look at him in the eye, more than anything in the world. The hurt you put onto him by your recent actions and outbursts as of today was threatening to spill through his collecting tears.
'It's intolerable. You're utterly intolerable.'
He had said that many times before this, and he'll always say it again, just to remind you of that absolute fact.
The threat lying behind such an act was something far more terrifying, yet.
"I am your savior. It was always me, and it always will be me. I am your only choice now, and it would be best if you understand that."
"It was only one drink Balthazar, hardly even that. All of it to save a few lives.
Why can't you get it into that stubborn ass, Angelic head?"
You hissed out a snarky reply, your throat pressing back against his forearm.
"I didn't get the chance to take even a sip, because of you..."
"And you never will get the chance!
Not ever again."
You pushed back against his restraint, only to find that it was much more than a physical force that was holding you back and against the wall. You craned your face closer to his instead.
'Your goddamn grace.'
Of course he decided to use his grace now of all times.
'Can't ever fight fair, can you Balthazar..? So incredibly typical of you. You just crave any and all power, isn't that right?'
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