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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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Scott/Wilson, rimming
(Anonymous) 2022-11-23 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: your name is oil poured out, Scott/Wilson, rimming and body/chest worship
(Anonymous) 2023-04-10 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)The silence is deafening, vast stretches of eerie nothingness punctuated only by the occasional cries of skuas. Bill wants to break it, wants to hear Con break it moaning his name. They have almost a week here together, alone, and Bill means to take full advantage of it.
They bathe together in the sea. The water is frigid and they wash themselves quickly but thoroughly, rubbing themselves raw with harsh soap and ragged washcloths. After, Con touches Bill ever so hesitantly, gently running his hand down the side of his face then moving on to his pale, thin chest. He's as inexperienced with men as he is with women, that much is clear. They've spoken at length about Con's anxieties on the Discovery, his fear that he isn't masculine enough or handsome enough or experienced enough. Bill wants to teach him, wants to introduce this perfect man to all the secret places on the body that are designed for pleasure. He leans forward and plants a breathy kiss behind his ear, then gently bites his earlobe. Con exhales sharply, his entire body trembling. His hand is still on Bill's chest, and Bill places his own hand over it and pushes it down until Con's fingers touch the tip of his thickening cock. "Come back to the tent," he whispers in his ear. "There's so much I want to show you."
Inside, Con is spread out before him like a banquet. Bill promised himself he would take his time, make it last, make it good, but he's finding it harder and harder to keep that promise. Con is still damp from their bath, and Bill straddles him and runs his fingers through his wet, fine hair. He kisses his forehead, the top of his nose, his soft chin. "Beautiful," he whispers, awestruck. They kiss feverishly, breathing the same air into each other's lungs. Bill tugs on Con's hair, an act which elicits an eager moan, and he feels Con's cock stiffen beneath him. Bill smiles to himself, delighted at this new discovery.
Bill's body is hard and angular, but Con's is softer, more yielding, and he loves the feel of it under his fingers. Bill drags his hands down Con's chest, stopping at his pert nipples, and pinches them between his fingertips. Con inhales sharply, his blue-violet eyes wide with desire.
"Is this all right?" Bill asks. He knows the answer, but he asks anyway.
"Yes," Con moans breathlessly. "Please Bill, more…"
Bill leans down and takes one pink nipple between his teeth, applying gentle pressure at first, then biting down more forcefully. He follows with soft licks and light sucking, alternating between pleasure and pain. He teases Con's raw, sensitive nipple, circling it and licking it with the flat of his tongue before putting his lips on it and sucking hard. Con writhes beneath him, moaning Bill's name and begging for release.
He gives the other nipple the same treatment, using his free hand to grope the soft flesh of Con's chest. He has a body built for pleasure, lithe and strong but oh so sensitive, and Bill is the first to have him like this. It is, Bill thinks, one of the most wonderful gifts he has ever received.
He pulls away from Con's nipples and moves lower, running his fingers through his soft, sparse chest hair on the way down. When he reaches his destination, he lays his head on Con's hip and inhales the soft, musky aroma that is unique to him. Con is practically vibrating, panting with exertion, his cock leaking clear fluid from the tip. He's close, but there are things Bill wants to do before he lets him come.
"I want to try something," Bill says, breathing his hot breath on Con's cock. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," he moans, "Anything. You can do anything."
"Let my beloved come to his garden," Bill whispers to himself, "and eat its choicest fruits."
Bill moves lower still, sliding off Con and throwing his legs over his shoulders. He licks a hot, wet stripe across his entrance, and Con cries out, half pleasure and half horror.
"Bill, you can't!"
Bill licks him again, long and slow, then places his puckered lips on Con's hole and kisses him there as well.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, again knowing the answer before Con opens his mouth to speak.
"Please no," Con moans, "never stop..."
Bill teases his hole for what feels like hours, licking around his furled entrance and then across it with the flat of his tongue before inserting the tip. Con is incoherent, alternately shouting Bill's name and babbling nonsense as tears stream down his cheeks. He is absolutely radiant like this, and Bill is in ecstasy simply watching Con come undone beneath him. He files this memory away, what he hopes will be the first of many perfect moments of joy during their time together in this tent.
When he is stretched out and loose, Bill pushes his tongue into Con as far as it will go and begins to fuck him with it, then finally reaches up and grabs his cock. Con comes with a shout, finishing on himself and then collapsing, wrung out and boneless. Bill takes himself in hand and finishes in the same spot, his spend commingling with Con's on his reddened chest that is already beginning to bruise.
Bill returns to his senses first, grabbing a washcloth from their bath and using it to wipe Con's tear-streaked face, then his chest. He lies down beside Con and pulls a series of blankets over them, then curls up next to him and throws his arm protectively over his torso. Wordlessly, Con places his hand over Bill's and they drift off to sleep. They will stay like this all night and, if Bill has his way, forever.
Re: FILL: your name is oil poured out, Scott/Wilson, rimming and body/chest worship
(Anonymous) 2023-04-10 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: your name is oil poured out, Scott/Wilson, rimming and body/chest worship
(Anonymous) 2023-04-11 02:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: your name is oil poured out, Scott/Wilson, rimming and body/chest worship
(Anonymous) 2023-04-11 02:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: your name is oil poured out, Scott/Wilson, rimming and body/chest worship
(Anonymous) 2023-04-11 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)