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1. fold that martian like a fucking lawn chair by seacowboy032 (ev_kingston)

   Fandoms: David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types, Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types  

   • Explicit
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   26 Jun 2026

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Ryland Grace
   • Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
   • Anal Sex
   • Dom Ryland Grace
   • brat Simon
   • well why isnt that a tag
   • sub simon the convict
   • bro why isnt THAT a tag either??
   • Brat Taming
   • Teasing
   • Begging
   • gagging
   • sorry simon this time
   • Rough Sex
   • Amputee The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Pet Names
   • Established Relationship
   • Oral Sex
   • Face-Fucking
   • Manhandling
   • Top Ryland Grace
   • Bottom The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Praise Kink
   • simon is NOT a good boy
   • But He Wants To Be
   • Mild Painplay
   • Anal Fingering
   • Come as Lube
   • Sorta You'll See
   • Making Out
   • Biting
   • Characters Whimpering
   • Hair-pulling
   • Crying During Sex
   • Mating Press Position
   • Creampie
   • Smut
   • Shameless Smut

   Summary

   Over the last few months, Simon has gotten really good at pushing Grace’s buttons to get what he wants, because it’s easier than asking outright. Sometimes he pushes too far and gets a bit more than he bargained for, but it’s alright—he’s exactly where he wants to be and God does it feel good.

   “Get up,” Grace said, and Simon shakily pushed himself up on one elbow. “Go into my room, strip, and kneel on the bed. Don’t touch yourself. Do you think you can do that for me?”
   Simon inhaled hard. Swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
   Grace smiled. “Good.”

   Series

   • Part 4 of all my bloodymarys in a gallon bucket

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