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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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Scott/any; stamina, overstimulation, marathon fucking
(Anonymous) 2022-11-20 09:08 am (UTC)(link)Dealer’s choice of partners but suggestions could be Kathleen (sometimes you gotta put the strap away and get pregnant!), Cherry (get daddy’s m&ms!), or Shackleton (Discovery era Shackles thinks it’s going to be a forgettable experience but boy howdy he is wrong)
FILL: Again and again and again, Kathleen/Scott(/Wilson), stamina, goal-oriented dirty talk, E
(Anonymous) 2023-06-26 02:27 am (UTC)(link)He had been at it for ages. Hours, maybe, with his cock as hard as it had been at the start; so long now that she hardly felt the stretch, the brightness of sensation having dulled somewhat, and as he drove into her again and again, her mind was no longer fully present but full of diffuse, visions: cloudy, silky, shiny, ropy, wet, white, filling her, so much of it, swelling her stomach, multiplying, increasing, another son… what she wanted so very much…
Yet still, still he fucked her. Days, now, it felt like, with no signs of approaching end: his thick thighs like pistons around her hips, untrembling, and one ropy arm at the headboard, the other down at the mattress. A drop of sweat rolled down his nose and landed in her mouth. The way he looked at her was more pleasurable, at this point, than the mundane feeling of him inside: the glow of his gaze, the strength and fierce determination which had made him the pillar of her universe.
“Come on,” she encouraged him, “yes, darling, yes!” Although at her command he sped his pace, and she clenched down hard around him, there were no signs he was coming any closer to his conclusion.
It was her fault—she could admit as much. For when they had been teasing and toying with each other earlier, she had been enjoying herself, with his member half-down her throat, and him making such nice noises above, and tugging at her hair—she hadn’t heard him when he warned her. After she’d wiped her face clean and apologized, he had kissed her, tasting himself as his cock grew soft between his legs.
“Give me a minute,” he had said then. He never wanted to disappoint, not ever. True to his word he had risen fully again, and quickly—a man of his age! Marvelous, miraculous—but muscular strength in excess could not make up for the recalcitrance of his fickle plumbing.
“Con,” she whispered up to him, “do you think you can spend like this? It’s very important it happens tonight.”
“Yes, I can, of course,” he grunted, but naturally he would say that. Because it pleased her to see him exert himself like this, she let him go on for some minutes more.
Then she said, “Just a moment,” and pushed him gently off. He rolled obediently onto his back and she came to sit astride one leg, rubbing some feeling back into her numbed cunt on the skin there. Below the taut, burnished skin of his stomach rose the mainmast of his cock, and below that his bollocks, swollen with seed again but so damned reluctant to give it up.
She dipped fingers into her cunt, gathering up some of her own juices, and then took him in hand. “I wish I could take it away from you,” she said, reveling in the breadth and solidity of his organ. “To have with me always, good company while you’re gone. Just like this—better than any ivory or wood.”
He was gazing at her with watery eyes—a tender, dumb expression. So sweet: like this he would let her do anything to him. "What?" he said.
“You heard right,” she purred, tightening her grip. “I’d get it off if I could—have a nice box made for it—after all, where you’re going you’ll hardly need it. It would only be a distraction. Quite unnecessary.”
As she stroked him he tensed, drawing slightly back—so slightly she wouldn’t have noticed, had she not been so attuned to every inch of him.
She gave him an accusing look. “Will you need it? For what? With whom?”
“I—“ His mouth opened and closed, fishlike, and she barreled confidently ahead.
“No, don’t tell me. I know, of course. Imagine Bill’s surprise when he finally gets a moment with you… only to find I’ve stolen your part, kept it for my own pleasure…”
Con tried, really tried now, to pull away, but she had him, and would not let go. Blushing high up the stately dome of his forehead, he averted his gaze. “My dear, what an imagination you have…”
“Eyes, I have, too. The way I’ve seen you two look at each other! Here I was thinking you understood, that I understood. Did we not discuss your love for him just the other night?”
“Our friendship, we were speaking of—I’ve not—we have not—you must believe me—“ A bitten off groan, as Kathleen slid her hand further down his shaft and gave a few brutal pumps there.
“I do! I believe you, darling. I do, but I also believe that you must have thought about it. Haven’t you wondered? About his wife doing to him as I do now to you? What she might taste? The flavor of him?”
She dipped her face to the darkened tip of his cock and kissed it, licked it delicately; and smelled quite suddenly the velvety tang of that precious elixir—it was pooling, rising, closer now.
“Or perhaps,” she said, snaking her other hand down his thigh to feel him quiver there, “him in my place. Those long, long, fingers of his here… or here… he’d be far gentler than I. Afraid to hurt you. Or anger you.” She dug her nails in. “Well, I am not afraid.”
“He would never—! He wouldn’t.” Con threw his head back onto the pillow, shaking it vehemently, as if to clear an image swimming before his eyes.
“Yes,” sighed Kathleen, “that awful self-denying tendency of his, you’re quite right. He must know how much he’d like it, that’s why he won’t do it.” Con was breathing hard now, and the scent of semen grew stronger. She kept at it: “Poor man. He won’t ever have it in his hand even if I don’t manage to spirit it away. More’s the pity. I think it’d do him some good to fuck you.”
“Kath—please,” he rasped, and she knew that look on his face. Quickly, she clambered up to straddle him, and in one swift motion brought herself down on his cock.
For just a moment she was seated there, on her throne, observing her handiwork in the form of her husband, undone at last—and then she let out a long, pleased sigh, almost a cry, as she felt it flood her.
When she had her legs securely up against the wall to ensure safe passage, she looked over at her husband and found him laying limp where she’d left him, an arm thrown over his eyes. Deep fondness for every part of him—from the damp whorls of hair around his nipples, to the slight protrusion of his navel—unfurled in her breast. It bewildered her that anyone could come this close and yet resist breaching that last inch of distance. When at all times he was, she thought, crying out to be touched.
“It wouldn’t be unfaithfulness,” she reassured him matter-of-factly. “He had a claim on you long before I did. Or Ory for that matter—if anyone's got the power to make him loosen up a bit, it’s certainly you and not her, she’s the same way. I think it would really affect him, to see how wonderfully you can—“
She fell silent, abruptly, having noticed the gleam of a tear in his eye.
Re: FILL: Again and again and again, Kathleen/Scott(/Wilson), stamina, goal-oriented dirty talk, E
(Anonymous) 2023-06-26 02:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Again and again and again, Kathleen/Scott(/Wilson), stamina, goal-oriented dirty talk, E
(Anonymous) 2023-06-26 09:40 am (UTC)(link)