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countryclubkook · 11 months

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I’m Your Step Brother

Pairing: stepbro!Rafe x reader

Warnings: smut, this is a lot darker than anything i’ve ever written so if this isn’t your style do not read, dark dom rafe, rafe is an unhinged dick, dub con, rafe is high, reader is implied to be a bit tipsy but not drunk, face slapping, choking, mentions of drugs and alcohol, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), name calling (bitch, slut, whore, cunt, worthless, pathetic), blackmail, reader is a cam girl, masturbation (f receiving), hair pulling, please let me know if i missed any!

Summary: When your step brother lets you stay with him for college for free after your mom and step father kick you out, you’re extremely grateful. But when he finds out about your little side job, he decides you have to start repaying him in a different way

A/N: I know this isn’t Rafe, but this is how I picture my stepbro!Rafe and he’s hot in this so it works. Rafe is 21, reader is 20

It all happened so fast. One minute Rafe was offering you drinks, a ‘special occasion’ he said. Then the next you were stumbling into bed and his hand was wrapped around your throat. He told you how he graciously allowed you to live with him while you finished college when your mom and Ward kicked you out of Tanneyhill. Let you use his wifi, his running water, eat his food, and that you were repaying him for his generosity by whoring yourself out online for cash. His dilated pupils and the white residue on his nose let you know he was high, and he was even more unhinged when he was.

Your whines of protest for him to let go were shut down, the grip on your throat only tightening the more you struggled.

“Keep struggling and my hand will grip this pretty little throat tighter and tighter until you go blue in the face bitch. I’ve seen you wrap your hand around your throat in your little videos, drop the innocence act. It’s fucking boring” he told you, his voice eerily calm at the threat.

You felt your face heat up at the confession that he’d seen your videos. As in plural, more than one video of you fucking yourself in various ways with various items. He snapped you out of your thoughts with a harsh slap to your cheek, the other one receiving the same treatment before he grabbed your face roughly and forced you to look at him.

“Ohh, I know what it is, your messy cunt is usually on full display when you choke yourself. Go ahead and take your shorts off, give your big brother his own private show” you were told only once to do so and when you didn’t immediately follow orders, he slapped you once again with much more force and pulled them off himself. Once they were discarded somewhere in the room, he let out a low whistle when he noticed you had no panties on.

“Damn. I knew you were a dirty slut, but at least pretend that you have some decency left. Or did you want this? Wanted your big brother to come in here and fuck you, I mean with the skanky outfits you wear around the house all the time I wouldn’t be surprised. You’re so fucked up sis” the tears you had been trying to hold back finally started streaming down your face, the small sniffles catching Rafe’s attention.

“God you’re such a pathetic bitch. Crying from my words even though I’ve seen the same things said to you over and over again on your page and your response is always so positive, so eager to be used. ‘Thank you daddy, I'm such a pathetic and needy whore for you. Use my body however you want’ don’t act like you don’t want it now. Your pussy is leaking all over the bed as we speak” his eyes glued to the wet spot you’d made

You let out a loud sob while trying to close your legs, but they were harshly pushed apart again by Rafe. His fingertips digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, his eyes staring at your pussy.

“Please, just leave” he didn’t. He stayed right where he was, if anything he got closer.

“Nah, see you’re sitting here crying and begging me to leave, but the way you’re fucking soaking the sheets right now and the amount of times your eyes have glanced at my cock makes it hard to believe you don’t want me here. Now take those pretty hands and start rubbing your needy clit for me” a few seconds went by and your hands remained still by your sides.

“Now! God you’re such a dumb cunt. Bet if I pulled out a few singles and threw them at you, you’d be bringing yourself to an orgasm right about now” his hand grabbed yours and brought it against your clit, watching as you slowly started circling it with your fingers.

You let out a small whimper, this was so fucking wrong but god it felt so good. Trying your best to go slow in hopes of making him satisfied enough to leave was a lot easier said than done, his lustful gaze burning holes into you wasn’t helping at all. Neither were his abs being on full display or the very obvious outline of his large cock in his sweatpants. ‘He’s your step brother’ you reminded yourself over and over again, but here you were rubbing your clit in front of him.

“Stick two fingers inside yourself and start pounding that pretty pussy, I know you’re wet enough” his statement brought a new wave of shame over you. You shouldn’t want to be doing this, shouldn’t be enjoying it at all which only caused more tears to fall down your face.

“You know” he took in a deep breath, agitation all over his face “i’m getting really fucking sick of this crying bullshit. I’ll do it myself”

He collected some of the wetness before sliding his middle and ring fingers inside your dripping hole, curling them up and hitting the perfect spot inside you. You threw your head back onto the pillow and tried to hide your loud moans so he didn’t hear, but of course he heard.

“I’m your step brother you twisted slut, why are you so wet right now huh?” he slapped your cheek when he got no response again and raised his voice “Huh? Answer me you fucking whore!”

You tried to stammer out an answer, but no words came out. Just broken whimpers and moans as his fingers picked up their tempo. Suddenly he stopped, pulling his hand away and walking so he was beside your head. He pulled his sweatpants off, his cock springing out, and placed it on your lips.

“Suck” your eyes went wide as you shook your head no.

His jaw clenched before a dark smirk appeared, his fingers sliding back into you and pounding your tight hole harshly. Your mouth opened wide due to the loud moan you let out which caused Rafe to take advantage and slide his cock all the way down your throat. A low groan escaping his lips at the way you gagged around him and clenched around his fingers. Your hips started bucking into his hand, your moans sending vibrations around his cock as you got closer to coming.

“Your step brother is fucking your face! Did you hear me? Your step brother is fucking your face and the only thing your slutty little bitch brain can think about is coming. Fucking pathetic” Rafe spoke as he harshly grabbed your hair and held you against him, his cock all the way in the back of your throat as you gagged and tried gasping for air.

“I know you want it, can fucking feel you squeezing my fingers so damn tight. make a mess on your big brother's fingers. Go on. Do it do it do it. Fucking whore!” your eyes rolled back into your head as your body convulsed, your orgasm completely taking over. You could feel the liquid gushing all over the place and knew you had just made a giant mess, and only because it was Rafe.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth when you finally came down from your high and stroked himself until thick ropes of cum coated your face. It was a filthy sight, you had drool running down your chin, mascara smudged, cum dripping down your face, and your hair was a mess. That’s when Rafe decided to grab your phone and take a photo. You looked up at him confused and slightly alarmed as to why the hell he just did that.

“Oh, don’t worry,” his hand moved to stroke your hair before gripping it harshly and pulling you up so his lips were right by your ear.

“I’m just letting all those sick fucks know that my baby sister isn’t available to whore around anymore, I own you and your pussy now. You are nothing without me bitch” but you knew there was another reason.

Blackmail.

He had you right where he wanted you, he was holding something over you that could ruin your life for good. Get you kicked out of college and become an outcast in OBX. All you had to do in order for none of that to happen was exactly what he said, when he said it, no matter what it was.

That included taking his cock in the back of your throat like the good little two-bit whore you are.

You were tossed back onto the bed and watched Rafe pull his sweats back on before walking to your bedroom door to leave. He turned around to look at you once more and left you with a few parting words.

“You should probably shower, make yourself look presentable again. I’ll let you know when dinners done you worthless slut.” he stepped out before turning around again.

“Oh! Just remember what I said you know, about owning your holes and what not. You really are nothing if you don’t have me, so don’t be a bitch about this or tell anyone yeah?” he winked at you and walked to the kitchen to begin dinner, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Your brain going back and forth between knowing it was wrong, Rafe was literally your step brother, and wondering what the fuck just happened and why you shamefully wanted it to happen again?

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #obx imagine #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks netflix #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks #obx fic #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x fem!reader #stepbro!rafe #obx smut #dark rafe cameron

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cockworkangels · 2 years

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tried to do little sketches but my brain said no. too tired

#girl help i’m so bored. but i’m exhausted. but i can’t go to sleep because i got to wait for my friend and go get her so she doesn’t have #to walk alone in the middle of the night. but then i’m walking alone in the middle of the night to get her. welp.#i could watch my shows but the wifi is too bad here my phone is overheating by trying to run tumblr #personal #da.post

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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Here’s Baby Poldine’s second school report!

First semester of llama school consisted in just walking into the chute and spending a few minutes in there every day until she was no longer stressed about being stuck in this strange narrow place. (It was a two-week semester) (she’s a quick study)

Llama 102 involved wearing a halter while in the chute, and being given little bits of banana peel to distract her from how horrible and embarrassing wearing a halter (apparently) is. She kept rubbing her face against stuff trying to remove the stupid thing, but eventually she got used to it, and when she started hanging out in the chute with a halter on looking like a bored teenager I knew it was time to move on to Lesson 3.

(Not sure where Pampe’s neck is going in the background. I don’t want to know)

Lesson 3 is walking into the chute, being haltered, walking out and following a human around the (closed) pen with the halter & lead rope. Which means being subjected to having your head pulled this way and that which is every bit as unpleasant as wearing a halter initially was. Pampoldine received kisses and clementine peelings every time she came to me or walked a few steps alongside me or generally did the opposite of digging in her heels and pulling on the rope.

Also, Poldine thinks cats smell nice and she always wants to sniff the top of their head when she sees one, so special thanks to Merricat for accepting to be used as live llama bait to get Poldine to start walking into the chute of her own free will :)

(Merricat prefers the term ‘teaching assistant’)

I tried uploading a 30 second video but either tumblr or my wifi wouldn’t let me :( The gist of it was, the lesson was going well but Pampe was being a bit of a nuisance, distracting her daughter, and then Pampelune spat at her. Here are some screencaps:

Pampe had frowny ears, maybe she was being protective of her baby, to be fair. Like, what are you doing to her, remove this halter immediately. But at some point Pampelune chased her all over the pen spitting at her and Pampe looked mortified about being told off by her mum, it was so funny. The dispute probably had to do with hay, but it’s so rare for mild-mannered Mama Pampy to spit, it really looked like she was annoyed with Pampe for disrupting her granddaughter’s lesson! (I managed to dodge the spit.)

Lesson 4 was all the same stuff, but with a wide open pen, so Poldine could technically tear the rope from my hands and run away to the other end of her pasture. Which was something Pampérigouste did systematically when she was a child in llama school. She came to tolerate wearing a halter and walking around with me in the closed pen, but as soon as I opened the door and she saw an opportunity to escape, she’d make some kind of brusque movement to tear the rope from my hands, and bolt.

Pampe’s daughter on the other hand is a pleasure to have in class and it never occurred to her to do such a thing, so we’re now able to do the same exercises again but in a less coerced way—instead of trapping her in the chute to halter her, I now just put some hay in the pen to attract the llamas (when Merricat is busy), then walk in without closing the door and present Poldine with her halter and some kind of treat, and she’ll put her nose through the noseband to reach the treat, basically putting the halter on herself. I could never reach this stage with Pampe—I still have to resort to wily ruses to approach her without her noticing the halter; meanwhile I can be honest about my intentions with Poldine, I’m like here’s your halter and here’s your treat. You know what’s going to happen if you choose to go for the treat, and she’s like okay, fair :)

Someone doesn’t think life is fair, though.

I have to hold Pirlouit back every time I put some hay in the pen to get Poldine in there, or he’ll go and not only eat it but also shoo everyone else out of the pen to hoard the hay. Sorry Pirou, this hay is bait and you are not the fish I’m trying to catch.

Lesson 5 will start next week and consist in haltering Poldine wherever she happens to be—I think she’s now reasonably convinced that wearing a halter is not the most horrible thing in the world (no matter what her mum says) so she won’t run if I try to halter her outside of the pen. We’ll walk around a bit every day but will keep it quick and not-annoying (and highly rewarding) (with fruit) so she continues to familiarise herself with being led by a human. Maybe she will take her education further than her mother ever did by actually reaching lesson 6 (hearing sounds that mean ‘stop’ or ‘let’s go!’ and not completely ignoring me.) We’ll see!

#crawling along #next week is also poldine's first birthday!#it will be Pampoldine Week

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goingxmissing · 2 months

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I know like geographically it does not make any sense but I’m mashing up this costal village place I love with this highland town we used to visit in summers and getting a lando/Oscar summer au. I’m thinking about like bored, teenager Oscar who lives (?) in this tiny seaside town nd works in this old school slightly shitty arcade, fully planning on spending a sweltering summer in his glass box doling out change nd giving the machines the “turn it off nd back on” treatment before he meets city boy Lando who’s there for the summer and fucking bored out his tits with dodgy wifi & no signal. Lando latches onto him as one of the only people there over age 5 and under the age 40 nd spends ages chatting/flirting his way past Oscars deadpan, no interest but hiding a smile interactions until they get a conversation going.

Leads to Lando spending dayyss in the arcade, sometimes playing the penny drop machine but mostly leaning against the glass window chatting. (omg winning like a fucking friendship bracelet or necklace or really cliche koala key chain for Oscar who is like ?? Dude I stock the machines ((but at some point he wins/steals the matching one for Lando))

Ofc Lando has charmed every shopkeeper in the high-street (inc the dog in the sweetie shop) and they get so much freedom bc there is basically no way to get into trouble. I want a summer romance. Long days at the beach, seeing each other shirtless and doing the “boys will be boys” wresting in the (let’s still be realistic, freezing) sea, doing the “is he interested, is he gay???” internal panic. Walking the costal paths and wee lanes and forest paths, talking and laughing. Finally making out in the sand traps on the golf course (maybe they were cutting through and a greenkeeper saw them or they were sitting in the bunker drinking and got interrupted so had to dive on top of each other to hide and end up face to face, staring into each others eyes nd that’s when it happens) I want a love confession in a small, rusty kids play park at 10pm when they’re tipsy off cheap cider and it’s all summer hazy light. I actually want the whole thing in that summer evening light nd blurry sunny Polaroids. That’s the vibe (I’d say like a late 90s/early 00s setting but realistically most seaside towns still have that vibe anyway). ANYWAY that’s my Monday night thoughts ✨✨

OMG ANON 😍😍🥰��🧡🧡 I have to publish this because it's sooooo cute I am feeling the summer vibes so hard!

Oscar in his arcade glass box being slowly charmed by chatty/flirty Lando! The summer romance! The wrestling in the freezing cold sea! When I read out the part with the sand traps on the golf course @strawberry-daiquiris screamed! Tipsy off cheap cider 😭 I am going to think about this so long and hard thank you for blessing my inbox with this utter joy.

#it's my birthday week and it's like this is the best kind of present 😭#fic rec #would read 20k immediately. what a glorious AU #thank you anon 🫶🫶🫶#hazy summer light tipsy teenage boys the YA romcom of dreams 🥰#landoscar #asks

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thorougly-melted-brains · 9 months

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Soap got shot in the face. It’s not so bad, it was a close quarters, clean shot. By some dumb luck the fucker managed to get him from the inside out, so the most damage he’s got is two broken teeth and and large hole in his cheek.

It’ll heal fine, by some miracle it hadn’t even gotten infected (probably because it bled like an old slasher film). But now Soap, one famously chatty John “Soap” Mactavish, is stuck unable to talk for roughly a week.

He’s going fucking insane by the second day he’s fully lucid. His journal is filled with rambles and doodles and eventually just scribbles when his brain ran too fast to even form words.

He could watch videos, if only on mute because he’s got a fucking ice pack strapped around his head. It would be fine aloud but he’s stuck in an inbetween room in the med ward, and he does know some curtesy.

Normally he’d pester Gaz, but he and the Captain are on a mission half way around the world from their current base. And besides, even if Gaz were awake, he’d hardly be in the mood for Soap bitching about a few stitches.

His salvation comes a dose and too many ice-alterations later to count, in the form of one masked lieutenant.

He’s sure his eyes light up like a puppy, but he’s too wound up to care by that point.

“Nice to see you conscious, Sargeant.” Is all Ghost says as he drops himself into the chair besides Soap’s cot. Then Soap sees the objects in Ghost’s hands, his nose scrunches up.

“Paper work.” Ghost states, and drops the offending parchment and clipboard in Soap’s lap.

Soap can’t voice his opinion on the matter, but Ghost seemingly reads his mind. Or his nose wrinkles.

“Your hands still work, far as I’m aware. Price will want the report. I’m sure he’ll just be dying to hear your voice again, even in writing.” Ghost’s normal monotone breaks as he says the last bit. Smug fucker.

Soap, using his still very functional hands, socks Ghost on the shoulder. It earns him a proper, stilling chuckle out of the man. A reward for his suffering. He smiles a bit at that, then winces as it pulls at his cheek. His mouth is still full of coppery taste and a hint of gunpowder, but a fresh trickle of blood makes itself known at his mistake.

Ghost makes to get up and Soap panics. Bored out of his mind and still on some not insurmountably strong painkillers, he grabs Ghosts wrist. Thoroughly attention-gotten, Ghost tilts his head at him.

“Something I can help you with?” He asks, and watches Soap scramble for one of the notepads a diligent nurse had been using to ask him his pain level.

‘I’m bored.’

Ghost tsks as he reads it, giving Soap an unimpressed look.

“Lucky for you, you’ve got the world in your hand right there. And a charger, even.” He says, and points to the phone in Soaps unoccupied hand. Right, he was still grasping Ghost’s arm.

Soap lets go and looks away with a groan. He almost opens his mouth to complain before he thinks better of it and turns back to the paper.

‘Wifi’s shit here, and I haven’t got anyone to talk to.’

It takes Ghost a minute to decipher Soap’s increasingly slanted script.

“Even if you did, could hardly talk to them, aye?” Soap lets the slight at the end slip past him, in favor of very emphatically writing:

‘Can still write. Or text, if they know how to use a phone.’

The last bit is a slight break in character. Usually he’d poke at Ghost for pretending to be tech-illiterate. But his current vocabulary is limited by his already shaky hand-writing.

“Well, handy for you I just might.” Ghost says, and gestures for Soap’s phone.

He’s unlocked and handed it over to Ghost before his words even hit. With Ghost currently occupied by… whatever he’s doing on Soap’s phone. Soap opts to tap his knee and give him a confused look.

“I do have a phone.” Ghost says, eyes twinkling with something like mirth. He hands Soap his phone back, and to Soaps astonishment he finds that Ghost’s entered his phone number.

“Can’t promise I’ll respond quickly, I’m handling two sets of paperwork after all.” Ghost says, and stands up and just walks out like he hadn’t just handed Soap something worth more than gold.

Soaps first thought, when his brain catches up to what had just happened, is to change Ghost’s name. He’d entered himself as simply ‘Ghost’ which went against Soaps sorting system for contacts. He quickly alters it to one ‘Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley.’

Someone who didn’t know him would assume he was a proper respectful soldier boy for entering every one of his contacts’ ranks. Really he just couldn’t be fucked to remember them on his own.

His second thought, after that was fixed, was to focus on what Ghost had said while Soaps brain was still loading.

“Two sets of paperwork.” He’d said. And, upon further inspection, Soap finds the forgotten clipboard in his lap only has the barest minimum papers in it. Soap feels something warm settle in his chest. He decides to text as much to Ghost.

-taking my work was nice

-you really need to work on your coldness

-have a reputation to keep after all

Against his word, Ghost’s response is near instant.

-Not nice, tactical. You’re still technically high, can’t have you fucking up anything important.

Soap notices the punctuation immediately. The image of Simon carefully typing it out on his tiny phone with his large hands makes Soap laugh, before he winces as it pulls at his cheek.

-Also, full name I notice there.

It was the barest of sentences but Soap could just hear the overly-serious tone Ghost would’ve grumbled it in.

-if you’re worried about a security risk lt just know it’s how i put every one in

Ghost types for a long time after he sent that. Soap has to put a careful hand over his mouth to resist the grin forming on his face pre-emptively to the chewing out hes about to get.

-Well, I guess compared to the rest of you that’s the least of our worries.

Soap squawks at that one.

-what’s that supposed to mean??

He knew to wait patiently for Simon to finish agonizing after his grammar this time. Even though he wants to break his bed rest and run to the lieutenant’s office to demand an answer.

-I mean you’re so desperate to talk you’re texting me about fucking paperwork, Sargeant. Also, an excessive amount of question-marks.

Soap could only roll his eyes at that. He was starting to get drowsy though. It was near nighttime, and a Nurse had come in between texts to give him some of the good stuff so he could really sleep.

-maybe if you visited and told me something you’d find the conversation more interesting

It was bold, but he could blame the drugs and exhaustion. Seemed stupid, how tired he was when he hadn’t been on his feet in at least 48 hours. But healing was hard work, apparently.

-Fine, I’ll eat breakfast with you tomorrow. Can’t promise I’ll have much to tell, but I’m sure you’ll fill the space.

Huh, that was easier than Soap would’ve expected. He doesn’t bother answering, just starts to drift off until a Nurse comes in to dim his lights. He wakes up slightly to give them a thanking nod, then properly sets about falling asleep. Thank god he normally slept on his back, he doesn’t know how else he would manage otherwise.

#recently had dental surgery so enjoy this fluffy shite of me projecting on to soap #his comment about sleeping on his back is just me i’m a side sleeper it’s fucking sucked so far #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #not gonna tag the others since they’re so brief #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod mw2 #writing

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ariesinterlude · 6 days

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🪼 — MY SECRET PLACE WITH MY S/O! : [ part two ] the other post, if you wanna read it is linked here

[ also ] if you’re one of those shifters who hate people talking about their significant others then pls scroll! God bless!

# — the house would be somewhere in a quiet forest where it’d just be us two, it’d probably rain a lot which is totally okay because i don’t mind cloudy or rainy weather it honestly calms me.

# — there would be a small town like 25-30 minutes away from our calm house so if we ever needed any food or anything we wouldn’t have to grow our own crops im sorry but i’m not down for killing chickens i can’t do it..

# — there would be unlimited wifi or data so we wouldn’t be bored or without internet though i wouldn’t mind being without those things bc tbh phones & television are toxic sometimes but what would i do? read??? that gets boring anywho.

# — our friends and family would live in the small town [ i assume ] if not then we’d go to see them im sure that wouldn’t be a problem for either one of us [ also anyone else kinda scared to meet your s/o’s family? just me? okay cool. ]

# — forest walks? probably not far from the house cause i have a horrible sense of direction and we’re both pretty clumsy so i don’t want us to hurt ourselves lmao.

#— with that being said.. it was be very calm and just a way to keep things very quiet for a change because in my kpop reality it’s very hectic and i’m a little nervous that time will catch up with us.. if you get me.

#random thoughts with arie #reality shifting #shifting #shifting diary #shifting motivation #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting script #shifttok #shifting methods #shiftblr #shifters #shifting antis dni #desired life #desired reality

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 2 months

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So i’ve been watching your au madness and really loving it ,wanted to add my 2cents (if it’s alright)so if no one has done this before

(That i know of)

Angel!radiostatic

Alastor and vox died together in an attempt to save each other (if it was in the adam fight or elsewhere it’s unknown) and because they sacrificed themselves they where sent to heaven

Angel!alastor looks mostly the same except the tips of his hair before the black part are faded to ligth purple and his color looks closer to pink but not quite and has a halo similar to seras, his clothes are quite different however wearing a light purple hoodie and some casual pants there would be a running gag of him complaining about them but not changing them having manifested in heaven with them

Angel!vox would also look mostly the same having a halo above his head with 2 wing like protrusions and the tips of his claws gaining a fade to purple , he wears a similar attire to his normal one except older looking and with the ends ripped like Alastors coat ,the back color would be changed to light purple , finally the symbol on his hat would be a radio dial instead of a wifi symbol

Since I’m cringe anyway and i love it , they end up being soul bound by their death but not in like a healthy fun way but rather in a we psychically own each other kind of way , they would be co-dependent being unable to stay away from too long , (if they are they start coughing flowers ) witch greatly annoys both of them

Thought it also comes with advantages being able to have their powers interact and fuel each other and being able to communicate with great ease , almost like reading each other’s mind

Ironically enough they end up in trouble because of these advantages since their powers interacting can be overwhelming or even cause a short circuit

They also ruin the ability to communicate by using it to professionally sweep everything under the rug, from the way they double died , to the pain they feel while away , they just never talk about anything, even in their fights when they let something slip in five minutes they go back to pretending everything is alright

After getting to heaven they would immediately try to get kicked out and failing so they get more annoying and blood thirsty over time to get out but the angels would just keep bending over backwards to acomódate their ��needs ”

They would live together in a cabin in front of a swamp that is located close to the city, alastor would cook and vox would clean the house , they would bicker often and sometimes even fight physically but this is less of a problem and more of them enjoying their squabbles, they would almost never use their powers though for reasons above mentioned

If not arguing they are probably complaining about how boring heaven is with all the peace and all , alastor would be in shambles at the fact he can’t eat human meat , vox would sometimes feed him some of his own flesh to make up for it

Before getting into heaven they wouldn’t be in a relationship , and instead would act similar to the cannon

In heaven their powers would become angelic powers being able to kill sinners and bleeding light blue blood(instead of golden for being redeemed siners or overlords or something, insert reason here) they would constantly complain about being unable to use them for something useful

They would meet alastors mother and she would be delighted that he found someone to be with that isn’t as bad a his father even if a bit appalled by their actions , they would also meet molly and others

Charlie would be absolutely depressed at their deaths but when she finds out they are in heaven she would be extremely happy because if someone like alastor or vox can be redeemed then everyone can rigth ?

When(if) angelic!static radio join the other aus in the hotel they would be absolutely ecstatic ,alastor would immediately drag vox for hunting (now with angelic powers how convenient!)

Sorry if this is too long and sorry for orthography and lack of colons i’m bad at those. Thanks for reading

Contributions are welcome from anyone and everyone, my friend

This is so sweet and good so the part about Vox letting Al cannibalize him caught me off guard for a second there. Sacrificing oneself is always a very solid trope and I love this a lot

#ask #staticradio #radiostatic

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