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any thots™ on loser, stepbrother simon?! 🍼

i'm in love with the concept of him being manipulative. he's the type to guilt trip his sweet stepsister into giving him a nice, sloppy blowjob after breaking up with his girlfriend, after she found out he was cheating on her with his own stepsister.

although he can't control his jealousy and envy when you begin crushing on johnny, his best friend.

he regrets ever introducing the two of you to each other. you ask simon if he'll hook you up with johnny, asking for the man's number, fawning over his instagram photos like a schoolgirl would do with her crush.

he wonders what johnny has that he doesn't. he'll compare himself, beating himself up and tearing himself down, attempting to appeal to you. eventually, he feels the need to force himself onto you after a screaming match, to get you pregnant so you're tied to him. he'll apologise profusely, cooing at your drunkenness, your body limp in his strong arms.

and what can you really say? you can't sit there and swoon over johnny anymore, when you're pregnant with your stepbrother's kid. you feel almost inclined to keep the baby (although the angst possibility if the reader got an abortion?! 👀)

feel free to ignore, my dear !! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) 💐

You Trust Your Brother, Yeah?

Pairing: Stepbrother!Simon x stepsister!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, manipulation, jealousy, possessive/obsessive behaviour, gaslighting, guilt-tripping, cheating, drunk/drinking, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, blowjob, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.1k Note: again, Orla, how could I possibly ignore such delicious thoughts????

He couldn’t believe his girlfriend - ex-girlfriend now - cheating so openly on him with a subtle post that she didn’t expect him to read, thinking him blind and a fool. Not that it mattered, he wasn’t a good boyfriend anyway, caring little about the plastic thing that clung to his arm, moaning and whining for his attention when she was gagging on another’s dick. Her initial use was for him to forget the growing obsession in his mind, the gnawing thought of absolution from taking over and making a mockery of his precious relationship. He used her cunt and mouth as much as she used his body to satisfy his need —despite her being of so little use to fulfill them, rarely satisfying him with her loose cunt and fake affection. 

He was shocked at her sheer stupidity, but now it meant that he could concentrate all his attention on you, give you all the love and affection you deserved within having to keep up a farce of a relationship and give you everything. And you made it so, so easy to succumb to his obsession, coming to him in misplaced sadness about finding out he was cheated on. You were so pretty, in tears and mumbling soothing words, reminding him that he was better than his ex (but was he? He was a sick man with sick pleasures. How could he possibly be better than a woman that simply cheated on him when he was stuck dreaming about how tight his stepsister’s cunt was; or how warm his stepsister’s throat would be; or how soft and pliant you would be under the roughness of his hands. He was a sick and deranged man.) and how much you loved him. 

Despite your good intentions, he couldn’t ignore how his cock stirred at three simple words. Your I love you made his guts churn, something dark and pitiless sinking deeper and deeper, only adding to his unending obsession. You meant well, he knew that, wanting to comfort and soothe his false heartache, but he didn’t. He simply couldn’t when he could use this situation to further his plans, a dark presence whispering sweet promises in his ears. Now that he looked at you, on your knees and pretty eyes all teary, he simply had to try. 

“But- but isn’t that weird? We’re siblings, Simon,” you stuttered lowly, blinking bashfully at him with flushed cheeks. 

“No, it isn’t. Siblings take care of each other, no?” Simon spoke slowly, purposefully choosing his words carefully, “This is you taking care of me after my break up, Sweets.” 

You stumbled on your words, fidgeting under his gaze at the subtleness of his manipulation, innocently oblivious to his intentions. 

“I- I guess.”

You hadn’t fought him anymore, letting him handle you as he wished, giving him whatever he wanted without a single protest because he was right, wasn’t he? Choking on his cock and crying and whimpering while he stared down at you, your lips stretched around his girth and tongue pushing against the heaviness of him. He groaned whenever you gagged, your throat closing around his pre-leaking tip, your little mewls shaking him to his core and threatened to drive him over the edge much quicker than he wanted. It just proved how much you belonged to each other. How well you complimented him as much as he complimented you. 

You were just made for each other. 

He liked Johnny, he truly did, but at this moment, he hated him. Simon wanted to tear into Johnny, rip him to shreds and burn any lingering piece of him simply because he had your attention. You gaped his Johnny, eyes wide and cheeks red, fawning over how open and enthusiastic he was. Johnny’s brightness had brought him to like the Scot, so he understood why Johnny’s cheek and smile attracted you, brought you to leave his side for Johnny’s jokes and jabs. 

He loved Johnny as much as the next, but he wanted to choke the life out of his eyes simply for how better of a choice he was for you. Johnny was bright and bubbly, openly loving and tender, and Simon knew he would treat you well out of courtesy for his lieutenant and because he was a better man. Johnny didn’t have dark thoughts, a deep-seated possession for you - to own every fiber of your being - in every possible way. The dichotomy between them was shocking: Johnny acting as the light and Simon as the all-encompassing darkness that threatened your happiness. 

And how lovely you looked, clinging to Johnny’s side, listening to him write you tales of the Task Force’s less confidential Ops, nodding along and staring back at Simon in so much awe that he felt his knees quake. You were so easy to please, so easy to manhandle and control. If he called you to his side, you would’ve left Johnny’s side to cling to his, smiling up at him in all your innocent glory. You were so trusting of him, believing the sweet lies he muttered, and you rarely question him.

It almost pained him how much you believed him about everything. From his intentions to the wrongness of your coupling: letting your stepbrother bed you and fill you up, stretching your cunt impossibly wide that you’d be ruined for anyone other than him, too drunk to reject him or thinking clearly. He could still feel your warmth around his cock, his slick and tight you were, you had surpassed every expectations he had for you and had made his mind run miles to simply stay coherent and not mindlessly rut against you until you came around him. You’d shared your apprehension of your situation, but he’d calmed you down - gaslit you - with pretty lies and gift-wrapped half-truths, even to the point where morning sickness became much more apparent. 

You were worried about your sudden sickness, the mornings you spent hanging off the toilet bow, throwing up and gagging while he ran his fingers through your hair, soothing your aches as well as he could. He never told you why you had weird cravings, random bouts of fatigue and persistent sickness, he’d explained it as stress or a stomach bug, and you had believed him —stupid and loving and naive you had clung to his every word because he was Simon, your brother. And he wondered how would Johnny react if he ever learned that you were pregnant with Simon’s kid, knowing that a bastard like him had inseminated his stepsister and let her swoon over another men because he had to act normal despite the need to rip you from Johnny and lock you away from the world for his eyes alone. 

He wondered how Johnny would react if he every learned that both you and Simon were destined for each other.

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