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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
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If you've filled (or started filling) a prompt, please make sure to link it in the comments of the Fills Post. And if you would like to cross-post your fills on AO3, here is the collection!
Under this umbrella you can prompt:
- Historical versions of Franklin Expedition(-adjacent) guys (Rossier, Gore/McClure, etc)
- Madhouse at the End of the Earth/Belgica Expedition
- Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration - Shackleton, Scott, Amundsen, Mawson
- Andrée Expedition
- Karluk Expedition
- etc
Prompts in line with adaptations of Heroic Age stories can also fit here, for example if you want to specifically prompt Hugh Grant!Cherry from The Last Place On Earth getting wrecked (which someone really should).
No blorbo too obscure for this post! EXCEPT: NO PEARY ALLOWED. God I hate that guy.
Rules:
1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.
2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.
3. Prompts should use this format in the subject line: [SHIP], [DESCRIPTION]
e.g.
Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying
Solo gen can be prompted as well alongside (a) character name and description
e.g.
Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish
4. Fills should use this format in the subject line: FILL: [TITLE], [PAIRING], [RATING], [ANY WARNINGS]
e.g.
Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm
5. One prompt per comment please.
6. Multiple fills for each prompt are welcome!
7. You don't have to be anon for your prompts or your fills but we do encourage it because of the vibe. You're also welcome to deanon your stuff by posting on AO3/Tumblr as you please!
8. Feedback on prompts and fills is AWESOME; please take longer conversations to the discussion post.
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Tom Crean/Any, dirty talk
(Anonymous) 2022-11-07 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: a little more conversation, Crean/Worsley, explicit
(Anonymous) 2022-11-14 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)“Tom. Tom. I swear, if you don’t hop to it and fuck me now, might just about lose my mind.”
“Getting there,” Tom said, teasing Worsley with a slow, amused drawl despite the fact that he was half-mad for it himself. Everything had gone into a sort of sluggish sleep out on the ice, his body saving as much strength as it could for the more crucial functions, he supposed. Now, warm, clean, well-fed, and with Worsley spread out before him like a picnic dinner and panting for it, everything long-dormant was awake with a renewed vigour and his prick was harder than it had been in over a year.
He stroked a hand along the length of Worsley’s muscled thigh before dipping down to tease coyly at his hole and Worsley practically growled in frustration, arching back and chasing the contact. It made Tom feel light-headed to have reduced the skipper to such pliable incoherency. Worsley was hot and quivering beneath his probing fingers, stretched eagerly open from their earlier fumbling, and Tom was nearly shaking himself as he pushed inside.
“Alright?”
“Yes, c’mon-”
Knowing the man as well as he did by now, Tom would have been able to guess that Worsley would be an absolute delight to fall into bed with. His unrestrained enjoyment made Tom feel nearly giddy, and everything Tom did returned him a string of babbled praises and obscenities, blessings and curses intermingled freely in an increasingly thick accent.
He couldn’t quite believe his luck, really. Worsley felt unbelievably good, the ideal antidote to everything that had happened since Endurance had gone down, and he told him so. “Got me through the ice and now you’re getting me through the aftermath,” Tom said, breathing hard and rolling his hips. “Feel so good, you do. This gorgeous, tight hole: I’ll fuck you all nice and loose and fill you up. That what you want? A round full belly?”
“Yeah – god, yes, Tom – haven’t had a – proper – ah, fuck-”
“Feels perfect, Skipper.” Tom leaned forward, trying to get as much contact with Worsley’s overheated skin as possible while starting to get into his pace. “Just perfect. Like you were made for it – made for me, really, I would keep you on my cock all the time if I could.”
Worsley twitched violently and moaned. “And I’d stay there, Christ alive-”
He was properly on Tom’s cock now and Tom slowed briefly to run a hand soothingly down his back, fingers coming to a rest where his rim was stretched wide. He stuck a finger into his mouth to wet it and eased it inside, his own hips twitching involuntarily at the sensation. “Just look at you. You seem like you can take more, do you want it?”
The reply was barely comprehensible but nonetheless enthusiastic.
“If I’d known how much you like a good, fat prick, I’d have been buggering you silly all winter,” Tom said, affectionately. “You are eager for it, aren’t you.” He pushed a second finger in alongside his cock and Worsley yelped, biting down on his knuckles to cut off the sound.
“Tom- ah fuck, I’m going to-” Worsley struggled to lever himself up on his elbows, reaching between his legs to give himself a harsh, preventative yank. “Don’t- not yet.”
Tom laughed, highly appreciative. “Not ready to finish? Oh, darling.” He leaned forward to smack a kiss at the top of Worsley’s spine and pulled out his fingers to get a good grasp on Worsley’s thighs with both hands. “Think I might love you, just a bit. Don’t worry, I’m more than capable of bringing you off and then keep fucking you for another hour. This sweet arse of yours, fancy I could stay here all day. The Boss might wonder where we’ve got to, though.”
“Let him wonder,” Worsley panted, rocking back against Tom, taking him deeper still until they were fully flush against each other. “Let him find out. Maybe he’ll want a turn after you.”
“He’ll have to wait a while. I’m not done yet. Unless you’d want both of us at once.” Tom rutted his hips a few times with increased vigour. “That what you like? Get the Boss in here to take your mouth, fill you up on both ends. I think you’d enjoy that.”
Worsley half-laughed, half-sobbed, on his elbows and knees, face pushed into the cushion, round arse in the air. Tom pumped into him like a steam train, feeling the quivering heat of climax building in his own belly. He couldn’t last much longer himself despite his grand claims, and Worsley’s running dialogue had dissolved into wordless little begging noises punctuated by hot, ragged breaths.
“Wouldn’t mind seeing the Boss fuck you,” Tom went on, unable to stop talking now that he’d started. He was quite struck by the image he’d conjured, Shackleton taking the skipper with the same authority with which he gave orders. “But – it’d be a shame not to hear all these pretty sounds you make. Better to let him come right next to me. You could sit pretty on both our cocks. Perhaps that would satisfy you – lovely little hole getting what it needs.”
He punctuated the words with a particularly forceful snap of his hips and an open-palm slap against Worsley’s thigh. Maybe it was the slap that did it: Worsley came with a shout and a full-body shudder, clenching around Tom and making him see stars.
He only needed a few more aggressive pumps to follow, spilling deep inside with a satisfied groan. Worsley whimpered when Tom pulled out and Tom stroked his side, ran fingers through his hair, conciliatory, before dropping down on the mattress beside him.
They were both a wreck, to say nothing of the state of the bed. Worsley was sprawled on the blankets, a hazy expression of bliss on his handsome face and Tom’s release drooling from his reddened arse. He looked a picture. Were Tom a younger man the sight alone would likely have been enough to stir him for a second go.
“I needed that,” Worsley mumbled sleepily, his voice rough. He rolled over and flopped an arm over his eyes, a big, lazy, sated feline. “Heaven knows.” He peeked at Tom from beneath his forearm. “Alright for you?”
“A bit more than alright,” said Tom, and was rewarded with a wide smile.
“Good. Say, do you mind if I stop here a bit?”
“Spend the whole night,” said Tom. “If you like.” He always liked a bit of a cuddle in the afterglow and he suspected that Worsley did as well.
He wasn’t wrong. Worsley dropped his arm from his face. “You don’t mind?”
Tom didn’t reply, just opened his arms invitingly and Worsley didn’t have to be asked twice: he wriggled forward into Tom’s embrace, cosying up against his chest with a contented sigh. “S’nice. Thanks.”
“Think it’s me should be thanking you,” said Tom, amused, petting at Worsley’s shoulder.
“Well,” said Worsley, managing to sound salacious despite already being half-asleep, “maybe you can show me your appreciation tomorrow.”
Tom very nearly came up with a reply to that, but Worsley’s eyes had closed and on this occasion, he felt he could well afford to let the man have the last word.
Re: FILL: a little more conversation, Crean/Worsley, explicit
(Anonymous) 2022-11-14 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: a little more conversation, Crean/Worsley, explicit
(Anonymous) 2022-11-14 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: a little more conversation, Crean/Worsley, explicit
(Anonymous) 2023-12-27 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)