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19 • he/she/they MDNI. ageless accs will be blocked

[deepdivinedarling]

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fandoms: iron lung, the long walk

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do not modify my work or repost it as your own. translations are welcome with permission and credit. reblogs are appreciated <3

[elyverus]

The Convict

pages 1 - 3 (3 more to go)

In this au, Simon does not speak at ALL for the first few days The only thing he said to Grace was “You saved me.” And when Graced asked for his name, he just said he was a convict and nothing more.

For the next few days, Simon hasn’t said a word, he feels confused, conflicted… He doesn’t know if him being saved was real or not. He doesn’t know if it’s another hallucination from the Eel.

For less brick throwing, Grace and Rocky made a corner for Simon called “Fun corner” where its filled with things they hope would make Simon more comfortable (Grace’s astronaut blanket, video games and books)

[lana-is-reading]

here's part 2 of this stupid brainrot if you're unfamiliar here's part 1 🎉

[deepdivinedarling]

Simon wip

[deepdivinedarling]

i’ve had to block a lot of people already. again, pls do not interact if you don’t have your age in your bio!!!

[deepdivinedarling]

Trying Something — a Simon drabble (NSFW)

Ship: Simon | The Convict x Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: sub!Simon, dom!reader, gender neutral reader, teasing, body worship, foreplay, ass slapping, mentions of anal sex/pegging, nipple play, praise kink, begging, hair pulling, slight humiliation

Asking Simon if you can try something, then fully undressing him only to run your hands over his body repeatedly without touching his dick. He’s so obedient, just lying there and shivering at the feeling of your fingertips tracing his skin. Even as he gets hard and his breathing speeds up, he stays still, letting you do what you want. You scratch softly up his thighs, smooth your hands over his hips and in towards his happy trail. He’s tensing, breathing hard in anticipation as your fingers trail up his abdomen, moving to squeeze his pecs. Your fingernails dig in and Simon exhales shakily. You pinch and tweak his nipples, rolling them between your thumb and index finger, and he arches his back into the contact. He’s said please before, but he’s never truly begged for you to touch him. You want to make him beg tonight.

You twist his nipples sharply with both hands, making him let out a quiet whine, before moving your hands down to rub and caress his sides, his hips. You squeeze the flesh there as you move up and down, and Simon shudders. He still hasn’t shown any signs of protest. He’s being so good for you even through the teasing. Your hands return to his thighs, squeezing and leaving crescent shaped marks in the shape of your nails. He doesn’t resist when you push his legs open to look between them. His cock is slick, precum dripping down the shaft and blooming from his tip. The liquid is smearing onto his happy trail, the skin of his belly, as his cock stands straight up. He’s already desperate; if his dick isn’t enough of an indication, then the pained expression on his face should be.

You rub his trembling inner thighs. “So good for me.” You know that praise usually makes Simon fold, and tonight is no exception.

“Are you gonna touch me?” His voice comes out uncertain, raspy.

“I am touching you,” you reply, smoothing out the downy hair on his legs. His eyes go wide, pleading, as he looks up at you from the bed.

“You know what I mean,” he protests, clenching his fists in the sheets in frustration.

“Tell me what you mean,” you tell him. “How do you want me to touch you, Simon?”

“I want you to stroke my dick,” he mumbles tentatively. “Please.” It’s been years since he’s been on Eden, but the purity culture has stuck with him somewhat. He’s still working on overcoming the shame, but his desire for your touch usually overpowers any negative feelings. Still, it took a while for the two of you to get to this point.

“There you go,” you say. “I’ll touch your cock soon. Just be patient for a bit longer, sweetheart.” You press a kiss to his cheek, and he lets out a half-groan, half-whine, and sits up on the bed. So needy. He always has been, and you prefer it that way.

“I need it so bad.” The admission comes out as a whisper.

“I know,” you soothe him. “Just wait a little longer and I’ll give you what you need.”

Simon hates begging you. It feels like he’s pushing your boundaries, even though you’ve reassured him that you like it when he begs. He hates waiting even more, knowing that you’re withholding your touch on purpose. You don’t mean to tease him. You love to prolong the foreplay, to kiss and touch his every feature, to worship his skin and his body like he deserves. And Simon likes it too, up to a certain point, when his body is begging for release, to be in your hand, your mouth, inside you. A lot of the time, you become impatient too, and end up giving in to your own desire to touch him.

Your hands move from his legs to his back, scratching long stripes down his shoulder blades in a steady rhythm. Simon hisses out a breath. He hasn’t made a move to touch you or himself, too overly respectful to try it. But he’s pent up, you can tell. One day you’ll get to a point where he’s not afraid to be a little disobedient, to stop worrying over his every action. As you trail your hands down his arms, squeezing his biceps, he leans his head onto your shoulder and huffs out a sigh.

You rub in between his shoulder blades. “So patient, baby. Doing so well.”

Simon presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Please,” he murmurs against your skin. “I want you.” He moves to plant kisses on your collarbone and neck, taking his time to mark up the area, and you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

“I want you too,” you whisper. You’re getting impatient to touch him, but you want to extend the touching a little longer. “Come here.” You pull Simon into your lap so that he’s straddling your thighs, his hard cock sitting in between the two of you. It bobs against your stomach, smearing precum onto your skin, and he groans at the contact, bucking his hips upwards for more friction. But you hold his hips down so he can’t get any stimulation. It’s not time yet. He whines at the loss of contact and you shush him, smoothing a hand through his hair. “Not yet.”

Simon buries his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso. He’s squeezing you hard, trying to maintain the shred of self-control he has left to not rut into you.

“Fuck.” The word is long and drawn out, laced with frustration. You know he gets irritated when you tease him for this long, but he never defies you, and he can never stay mad. Once you start touching him, he practically turns to putty, bending to your every whim.

“Just a little more,” you tell him. Your hands smooth down his back and come down to squeeze his ass. Simon’s breath hitches and his back arches into the touch. You’ve only done this a couple of times, but he’s reacted the same way. He enjoys the touch begrudgingly; the embarrassment and emasculation lingers despite the arousal it brings him. You’ll work through it with him eventually. Kneading his asscheeks, you spread them apart and squeeze them again, eliciting a choked-up noise from the back of his throat. Letting go momentarily, you bring your hand back and let it come down, smacking his ass. Simon whimpers into your neck, and the noise goes straight to your crotch. You glance down between the two of you to find that his cock is soaked with precum. You don’t think you’ve ever seen it this slick.

“You’re so wet, honey,” you say softly. “You like it when I slap your ass?”

“Mhm,” Simon replies. His face is hot against your neck and you can tell he’s blushing hard. He squirms in place, hips gyrating but not making any contact with your skin.

You bring down your other hand harder, and he yelps. You rub the area soothingly before bringing both hands down to cup his asscheeks, jiggling the fat and muscle and watching it move from over his shoulder. He groans in embarrassment, but doesn’t try to move away or ask you to stop, only buries his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“So good,” you tell him, repeating your previous praise. You lean down and push Simon’s hair back to whisper in his ear. “You gonna let me fuck your ass one day?”

He gasps, and you pull him back by his hair to see his reaction. His face is pleasantly flushed and his eyes are wide, pupils blown.

“Y—yeah,” he stammers, struggling to make eye contact with you. You tug his hair at the roots.

“Look at me, Simon. Do you want that?” Your expression is serious. “You can say no, y’know.” You let go of his hair.

“I wanna try it,” he admits.

“Okay.” you nod, mouth forming a smirk. “We can try it sometime.”

“Okay,” Simon says softly.

“I’ll be gentle with you your first time,” you tell him. “Open you up real slow. How’s that sound?”

“Fuck—so good,” he groans, bucking his hips into the air. “I just—I need you to touch me right now. Please.”

“Alright, baby,” you whisper. “I’ll touch you now. I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, okay?”

“Mhm,” he murmurs, tucking his head back between your shoulder and neck. His breath speeds up in anticipation, and when your hand snakes down and wraps around his cock, his body jerks and he cries out in pleasure.

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Masterlist

Key

Fluff 🧡

Angst 🍊

Smut 🔶

Iron Lung

Simon

Trying Something 🔶

Ava

The Long Walk

Peter McVries

Ray Garraty

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The Cult of Eden and Simon

This is mostly extrapolation from the way Simon behaves on top of just straight up fiction from my head. Bear with me.

The Cult of Eden, also known as the Brotherhood of Eden [of the Last Tree], is three things at its core:

Agrarian

Death-worshipping

Puritan

Their views go a little something like this:

Humanity's purpose is to die and become soil for the Last Tree

The Last Tree will give birth to a thousand trees and restart the ecosystem without humans

They believe in purity of the body, and wish to sustain that through abstinence, whether that be sex, gluttony, or emotion

They refrain from being humanistic to preserve the "sacredness" of, ultimately, the sacrificial offering of their lives

Something something, virgin sacrifice

The Tree deserves only the best quality sacrifice, so they will not offer bodies they deem "soiled"

Their leader, the Father, is a nasty fuck who seeds this extremism into everyone on Eden Station. A traditionalist and a narcissist basking in the glory of an entire station worshipping his word.

They hate the C.O.I. for refusing to feed their bodies to the Tree, and believe they are hurting the natural continuance of life by not doing so.

They train their cult members from birth to kamikaze, essentially. They don't fear death, they don't see the point in repopulating, they don't express emotion, they don't express needs. At least, much of it. Despite the fucked-up family dynamic of the cult, the "being there for each other" thing always seems... oddly shallow. It was play-pretend.

Refusing such basic needs to oneself for so long only leads one place: becoming a loose canon.

Enter Simon.

Already, he most likely had some kind of Conduct Disorder as a child that followed him into adulthood due to the ritual mind control, scarcity, and emotional/physical abuse. He was everything the cult was not. He was explosive in a way that the Father decided to exploit, and so he was molded into their weapon alongside many of the others who were not deemed worthy of the Tree. Made him do a lot of disgusting crimes under the guise of "helping your family in times of need."

He was already deemed soiled from the start. Weapons don't come back to the tree once they're deployed, but Simon didn't know that. Wasn't told. None of them are. It's why he was eventually abandoned at Filament Station. The cult was trying to save face. He'd done his part.

Just like his mother, which is the entire reason she is dead. She'd done her part in the cult, and her time there was over. So, she was disposed of.

It's a sick flip on the C.O.I. sending Convicts into the ocean to die. Both factions saw Simon as expendable for their own benefit, plus, he is a survivor of a similar scenario his mother simply did not make it through, and I think that is such a tragedy.

But, seeing as Simon was a part of the cult for so long, he had adopted their values, and was on the ass-end of deconstructing them when the events of Iron Lung happened.

He frequently denies his own needs and battles with the voice of the Father berating him every time he goes for something he wants

He has to actively talk himself out of doing his previously-normal religious rituals nigh-daily

He still prays and believes in the symbolic nature of the Tree, hoping that maybe its promise holds true, and his mother and brothers didn't die for nothing

He battles with the idea of his late mother hating him, or "disowning" him somehow, for leaving the cult

He has an extremely hard time feeling like anyone would ever want him, or view him as anything other than a Robot Who Can Do Tasks

Inherently, as part of religious trauma and guilt, feels dirty down to his very core

He is also extremely shaken by the idea that he killed his own god at Filament Station, and has no idea how to even begin to unpack that without breaking down. It's part of the reason he has so many nightmares about that day

[ctrl-shift-alt-9]

^ prev's tags

I'm absolutely thrilled you think that my takes on Simon are as close to canon as it will ever get ?! Oh my god that means so much to me.

Let's talk about the last bullet point, because I just realized I completely forgot to elaborate on this.

I'm writing lore on the stations we know about. I have plenty of Eden posts, some C.O.I. posts, but... basically nothing on Filament Station itself. That's my oversight!

So, I'm using your question as an opportunity to talk about it.

He is also extremely shaken by the idea that he killed his own god at Filament Station, and has no idea how to even begin to unpack that without breaking down. It's part of the reason he has so many nightmares about that day.

The timeline in my extended universe looks like this:

The Brotherhood of Eden of the Last Tree were just that: keepers of the very last tree in the universe.

The C.O.I. has imprisoned plenty of cultists during their violent run-ins with raiders or fanatical extremists, therefore...

C.O.I. has stolen multiple Eden pendants, which contain seeds of the last tree.

They were, unbeknownst to the cult, attempting revival efforts with the seeds and experimenting with them on Filament Station

Simon is sent to Filament Station with a crew completely unaware of the bomb (because they were trying to get rid of him), and unaware of the C.O.I.'s operation happening on the station. That there were saplings on Filament Station.

Simon destroys Filament Station

Simon only finds out afterwards exactly what he did, and he's antagonized for it horribly. The psycho Eden freak who murdered his own god? There's a title under The Butcher that's even worse, and it's not something he can even remotely begin to handle.

Simon is excommunicated from Eden not only because of this, but because he fought to survive during Filament Station, which is something Eden cult members are taught not to do. That, and the fact that Simon found out that they lied to him about the bomb.

I hope that clears up my throw-away statement! Also again thank you for the compliments, they mean everything to me.

[greasby]

go fish

[greasby]

put a shirt on boy lest the Eel gets you

[mimicben]

Snapshots of fear

Maybe this is what you deserve

[fablelady]

saw iron lung twice now, freaking loved it and now here i am waiting for you cosmic hooror monsterfucker freaks to come out of the woodworks and write The Convict getting absolutley railed by the monster/ The Eel.

like how is there not nay variantions of fics with these too? how is there no monsterfucker Convict? how is there no The monster/ The Eel choosing to devour the Convict in a wholly other way that isn't actually eating him?

at this point im close to just try and write it myself.

if there are some of yall thinking of writing these two doing the freak please tag me or link me or something!

i'll just sit over here sipping my tea while i wait.

[deepdivinedarling]

hmm. i have multiple things i’m working on rn but i might explore this in the future…

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general

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i write x reader as well as character x character. i will write for any gender identity, sexuality, body type, and skin color/race/ethnicity.

i don’t write about real people. no rpf.

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fandoms & characters i write for

iron lung.

simon, ava

the long walk.

peter mcvries, ray garraty

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rules for requests

willing to write oneshots, drabbles, and headcanons. if i’m inspired to write an extended fic i will post it to ao3.

don’t spam request. specify gender, afab/amab if needed. be specific/detailed in your request so i can fulfill it to the best of my ability. i may not get to every request and i may choose not to respond to some. i am busy with college and life so pls be patient with me.

i only write sub!character x dom!reader, sometimes softdom!character x sub!reader or switch!character x switch!reader. for character x character i am willing to write any dom/sub dynamic. i don’t write for ocs.

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tags/preferences

my favorite sfw tags/ones i’ll write about:

whump, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, fluff, angst, dead dove do not eat (within limits), polyamory, vampires, aliens, robots, cyborgs, other nonhuman creatures/entities, sickfic, referenced trauma/past abuse, wound care, bathing/showering together, miscommunication, touch-starved characters, body horror, religious themes, chronic pain, forced proximity, internalized homophobia, childhood friends to lovers, nightmares, enemies to lovers, canon divergence, pathetic characters, love confessions, morally grey characters, non-sexual nudity, apocalypse au, jealousy

my favorite nsfw tags/ones i’ll write about:

dacryphilia, pegging, overstimulation, sadism, masochism, bondage, blood kink, sex pollen, threesomes/orgies, praise kink, degradation, humiliation, masturbation, consensual exhibitionism/voyeurism, anything vanilla, wireplay, subtop!character, forcefem, forcemasc, loss of virginity, corruption, dumbification, edging, sexual repression, dry humping, face-fucking, mutual masturbation, premature orgasm, creampie, service top character, body worship, consensual somnophilia, knifeplay, frotting, scissoring, switch characters, slapping, hunter/prey, hate sex, cockwarming, bruise play, safewords, aftercare, emotional sex, hair pulling, biting, gentle sex, period sex, fear arousal, nipple play, double penetration, size difference, cuckolding, outdoor sex, thigh fucking

tags i will not write about:

ageplay/pedophilia, incest/fauxcest or step-relative relationships, scat, watersports, a/b/o dynamics, rape/non-con, dub-con, pet play, daddy/mommy kinks, race play, anything fetishizing trans bodies or poc, suicide, self-harm, wound fucking, tentacles, feet, zoophilia/beastiality, emetophilia, cnc, pregnancy, breeding kink, necrophilia, public sex, large age gaps, overdosing, miscarriages, student x teacher, feederism, inflation, vore, snuff, cheating, physical/verbal/sexual abuse, drugging