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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things general Polar Explorer RPF.
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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:
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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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Cherry/Oates, vaginal fingering and semi-public sex
(Anonymous) 2022-11-10 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Cherry/Oates, vaginal fingering and semi-public sex
(Anonymous) 2022-11-11 05:20 am (UTC)(link)FILL: Very merry, Cherry/Oates, vaginal fingering, drunk sex, semi-public sex, E, cw dubcon
(Anonymous) 2023-01-11 07:09 am (UTC)(link)Bill tolerates this jibe in good humor; it’s only Titus being Titus. Cherry wonders if he suspects the real reason. If he does, he says nothing. Cherry fears it’s quite obvious, that they’re practically parading about; but then again he had long been proven wrong about that as regarded solely himself, so stands to reason they are getting away with this as well.
He doesn’t have much of a say in any of it, which is part of the thrill. He has learnt the hard way that if he declines Titus’s tug at his sleeve or his meaningful glance, then later, when he has been thinking about it all afternoon and wants it quite badly and at last has time to spare, Titus will grunt at him and refuse to give over for days.
So he comes when called—or jabbed, as it happens today, an elbow in the side and a nod towards the physics lab. Mid-sentence, Cherry halts his typing, and rises to follow.
Silas might be back at any moment from his observations on the ice. Cherry’s heart races. Swathed by shadows in that darkest of dark corners Titus takes Cherry by the shoulders and backs him up against the wall. Stares him down silently, waiting for Cherry to finish unbuttoning his trousers. Titus allows him that, for reasons of dignity, but the rest is so very wonderfully out of his control.
***
At the Midwinter Day party, they had all imbibed beyond what was wise, probably. Cherry couldn’t remember the last time he had drunk so much. Perhaps never. At school and abroad he had always worried about making a fool of himself, or collapsing, and so he would nurse a single glass all night and remain quite buttoned up, smiling tightly as others grew merry. But in the hut those worries seemed as distant as dreams: how could he make a fool of himself in front of men he had already laughed at for months now, and they in turn at him? And if he collapsed he could trust his friends would bear him back to his bed, and Bill would surely make sure no injury came to anyone. Nothing could go wrong.
So, caution to the wind, he drank. And drank. Everyone was quite amused by the sight, as well as approving: for they kept pouring parts of their drinks into his. Arm in arm with Birdie and Atch, he sang; heavy-footed, he whirled around the dance floor led by the Owner; and when for the third or perhaps fourth time Titus pointed his pop-gun at him and pulled the trigger, Cherry sank into a puddle at his feet and lay there, hiccuping and giggling at the sheer delightful hilarity of it.
“What a state you’re in,” remarked Titus. “I should get you to bed.”
“But you’re drunk too,” mumbled Cherry. From his position Titus towered above him, looking ever so large, like a big… tree. The only tree in all of the Antarctic.
“Why, I suppose I am. Now that you mention it.”
Cherry swung his arms up in supplication. Instead of grabbing on and helping get Cherry back onto his unsteady feet, Titus instead hauled him up, up, all the way up until he was slung over his shoulder, dangling limply with hardly the wherewithal to kick and scream.
“Away with you,” Titus grunted, and bore him off.
They landed on Cherry’s bunk all in a tangle, laughing, Titus’s eyes so creased in delight they practically disappeared. The hut was loud with the music and madness still happening mere feet away, but all of Cherry’s attention (such as could still be mustered through the champagne haze) was on the lovely feeling of Titus’s weight atop him, anchoring him to the mattress. Titus began to tickle him, and Cherry squirmed and yelped, rolling around to try and avoid his questing hands.
Then, having reached the latitude of Cherry’s nethers, Titus stilled. Laughter ceased. He looked up at Cherry, brow furrowed, and then bent his head back down again. Took a big, deep sniff.
Cherry knew, in a distant sort of way, that he ought to be alarmed. It was very important TItus not investigate further… so very important. But he didn’t want Titus to leave him. They were having so much fun.
“What are you doing?” he slurred.
“Trusting my nose,” Titus said. With the same gentle care he might give a nervous horse he began to massage and palpate the area, slipping his hands between Cherry’s clothed thighs, cupping his crotch and palpating his lower belly.
Alarm bells, already muffled, grew even softer as Cherry was lulled by the rhythms of Titus’s deliberate attentions. By the time Titus delved inside his woolens, quite far enough to know not only what was missing but what was present, Cherry was wet, and aching with anticipation, muzz of drunkenness shot through with strands of need and fear.
“There. Thought so,” Titus said, with some matter of satisfaction.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Cherry whispered.
“Is there anyone who knows?”
“Just—just the Owner. And Dr. Bill. Er. And Atch…”
“Right, everyone and their mother, then.” He gave one of his characteristic heavy sighs. “Good Lord. Now, I shall ask you: Cherry, are you responsible for your actions?”
“Yes,” said Cherry, thinking, please, please, for Titus’s searching fingertips, lingering casually all this while right above his most sensitive juncture, simply had to begin to move, or else he might go mad.
“Be still,” demanded Titus, when Cherry began to wriggle, seeking pressure, “and be quiet, or they might be curious what we’re up to over here. Pretend I’m just putting you to bed.”
Certainly it was unlike any bedtime he’d ever had in life. Titus knew precisely what was to be done, and just how to do it. No questions asked. When he had one thick finger up inside Cherry and was curling it just so, Cherry cried out, and Titus tried to clap a hand over Cherry’s mouth to cut short the sound. He missed, landing sort of on Cherry’s ear, for after all he was drunk too. Cherry let his heavy head fall to the side and nuzzled messily at Titus’s palm, getting his spit all over the skin.
“Very good… very, very good, dearie,” Titus was murmuring. He was wonderful, at this and so many other things too. Cherry wanted to tell him, but he wasn’t supposed to speak. Two fingers, now, or it felt like it, stretching him out until it hurt so splendidly…
Just when Cherry began to shake with the onrush of his crisis, bearing down hard, Titus slid out from inside and simply stroked him quickly and efficiently until Cherry was utterly overcome. And then he kept going, keeping a steady rhythm as aftershocks radiated hotly through him, and a second climax ran together with a third, until Cherry's vision blurred. Overwhelmed, he had begun to cry. This at last occasioned a halt, and when Cherry rubbed at his eyes under his spectacles until they cleared, he saw Titus looking at him with some concern. To assuage him he offered a grin. It seemed to satisfy: Titus moved on now to massaging Cherry’s mound, scratching his nails through the hair there. He applied pressure just around and above his throbbing button, instead of atop it, and it felt so heavenly Cherry thought he might die.
He lay there, lost in it, until it occurred to him to dimly picture what might come next. But upon making a tentative motion towards Titus, and the relevant area of his trousers, Titus slapped his hand away.
“There’s no need,” he said. “Hm. You should sleep now.”
Cherry slumped backwards onto his pillow. Titus was probably right. He was, after all, so very tired… Sleep sounded perfect. He would make sure he properly thanked Titus in the morning.
Matter-of-factly and with only a little foxed fumbling Titus did Cherry’s buttons up, shucked him of his shoes and spectacles, and laid his blanket over him. Then he got up—and before he was too far away for Cherry to see clearly, it was quite apparent he was not unaffected.
As Cherry drifted off, he heard Titus asking, “Excuse me. Are you fancy free?”
And Meares groaned, “Oh, Titus—not again!”
Re: FILL: Very merry, Cherry/Oates, vaginal fingering, drunk sex, semi-public sex, E, cw dubcon
(Anonymous) 2023-01-11 09:29 am (UTC)(link)