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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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Under this umbrella you can prompt:
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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Dark Fuck Bill/Cherry, manipulation, dubcon
(Anonymous) 2022-12-24 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Cherry/Wilson, cw extremely dubious consent
(Anonymous) 2023-01-01 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)A medical examination is routine in circumstances like these, of course—to meet the grueling demands of an Antarctic expedition, it must be ensured that all the potential crew are physically fit and healthy. There is no reason for shame or embarrassment here, Wilson has reassured him. Even still, Cherry feels warm, and he shifts and fidgets beneath Wilson’s gaze. Never has he been inspected so closely by someone who seems to see right into the depths of him like peering into clear water.
The more time Cherry spends with Wilson, whose kindness and patience borders on saintly, whose fondness and regard Cherry hungers for more than he ever thought it possible to hunger, the more he’s convinced that it must simply be impossible to know Wilson and not to love him.
What’s worse, he’s almost certain Wilson knows his thoughts somehow, can discern the desire Cherry harbors for him, and is somehow privy to the burning deep inside him that he hopes doesn’t make itself physically obvious. He would cross his legs, if it would do anything but bring more attention to it.
Wilson’s hands land on his neck, feel for his lymph nodes, and it feels terribly more intimate than it ought to. Cherry avoids eye contact.
“You seem to be in perfect health,” Wilson reports.
Cherry clears his throat. “Ah, good,” he manages.
Wilson’s hands make their way down Cherry’s body, feeling his arms, his chest, his abdomen. “Aside from your vision, of course, but that can be overlooked. Strong, fit,” Wilson’s eyes flit lower. “Fine circulation.”
If Cherry wasn’t already as red as he could be, he flushes a new shade properly befitting his name. “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” he begins, but Wilson cuts him off quickly.
“Don’t be, Cherry, it’s only natural. In fact, I’m pleased to see it.” Wilson’s hand moves to his thigh, dangerously close to the seat of his desire. He pauses a moment, and the tension grows thick. “If you are selected, there will be… certain duties expected of you in your capacity as an adaptable helper.” Cherry already feels like his mind is racing to keep up, but he falls pitifully far behind when Wilson’s hand wraps around his prick.
“I, for one, am fully confident in your ability to fulfill your duties to the utmost satisfaction. But the captain would want to know beyond a doubt. Do you understand?” Cherry thinks he does, but his mind swims. The pleasure of Wilson’s fist, pumping slowly, drowns most every other thought out. He nods dumbly.
Wilson leans forward then, and every thought is brought to an abrupt halt as Cherry is kissed. For the way Wilson grips his cock, thumbing over the slit, the kiss is remarkably chaste—the gentlest press of the lips, little more than a tickle, almost, sweet and brief. When he withdraws, Cherry meets Wilson’s eyes at last. They are dark and the depths of them are precarious.
Wilson reaches out and strokes Cherry’s hair, caresses his cheek with his knuckles. Cherry leans into his touch like an affectionate puppy. “Would you lay down, Cherry, flat on your front?” Wilson entreats him sweetly. Cherry does as he says—how could he do anything different?
Wilson’s touch is searing, so hot it feels cold, as it wanders down Cherry’s body. His hands are wonderful—careful, gentle and deliberate—and Cherry wishes he could compel himself to relax and enjoy it, but he can feel the pounding of his heart in his throat and every hair on his body standing on end.
After some time, Wilson’s roving hands leave him for a moment, and he hears the sound of Wilson undoing his belt. A shudder passes through Cherry, and on its tail a rush of a feeling Cherry isn’t sure how to identify—he wouldn’t call it panic, but it pins him in place the same way, makes his blood go cold in the same manner as a rush of adrenaline. When Wilson’s touch returns to him, it’s with one hand flat on his back and the other trailing an oiled finger down between Cherry’s buttocks. “This may feel invasive,” Wilson warns, “but I’d like for you to bear down for me.” His fingers rub firmly against Cherry’s rim, making his meaning clear. Cherry is trembling, his face red and buried in the sheets. He’s near tears, and knows he must look pathetic—he doesn’t want Wilson to see him like this. But when he says, in the gentlest tone, “can you do that for me, Cherry?” Cherry nods, and does as he says.
The probing finger slips inside of him, and Cherry lets out a muffled yelp. “There’s a good lad,” Wilson says encouragingly, extinguishing some of his doubts. He has to see this through, Cherry realizes—he’s determined not to let Wilson down.
He musters all his fortitude to bear the second finger that soon enters him, but when he is breached by a third, he lets out a cry. “You’re doing well,” comes Wilson’s gentle voice, which sends chills down Cherry’s whole body. “Captain Scott will be very pleased to hear how nicely you’re taking it.”
Cherry is just beginning to grow used to the feeling of the invading fingers inside his body when they leave him. “Are you ready for more?” Wilson asks, and Cherry nods without a second thought. Wilson climbs onto the bed, and Cherry feels his weight over him, knows what’s coming, but still feels alarm flare in him when he feels the pressure of Wilson’s cock at his rim, pressure that seems to build by magnitudes every half a second and threatens to split Cherry in two.
“Please,” he gasps. The pressure is relieved for a moment.
“Please what?” Wilson asks.
“I–I don’t know if I can,” Cherry says. He tries not to let his voice tremble.
Wilson rubs Cherry’s shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. “I know you can,” he insists. “You do want to come on the expedition, don’t you?” Cherry nods quickly—of course he does, more than anything else in the world. “Then you will be able to bear it. It would be a shame not to have such a bright young thing as you along just because of an inability to perform one simple thing that’s expected of him. I know Captain Scott would be especially disappointed,” Cherry feels breath on the back of his neck, making his hairs raise before a soft kiss is deposited there. “He’s taken quite a liking to you. As have I.”
Cherry takes a steadying breath. “I can,” he decides, “I can do it.”
“Very good,” Wilson praises, and all at once the pressure is back, pressing incessantly forward until it gives, and with an even thrust forward, Wilson is buried inside of Cherry to the hilt.
He feels so much bigger than Cherry expected, and out of instinct his arm flails out behind him, trying to find Wilson and push him off, before Cherry thinks better of it and forces it back down, tightly gripping the sheets instead. It doesn’t even seem to deter Wilson for a second, as he begins fucking him steadily.
The slow drag outwards and then back in again makes Cherry feels as if he’s being gutted, caught by Wilson like some fish or fowl to be stuffed and mounted. Small noises escape him, and when the rebuke he half-expects never comes, they grow steadily louder. Soon, Cherry can no longer tell if the sounds he’s producing are in protest or in pleasure, but he lows and whimpers and Wilson seems to like it, having increased pace.
It feels as though the steady friction has numbed him, somewhat, and the pain has subsided, leaving in its wake only the strange feeling of fullness, which, when Cherry stops to consider it, is not necessarily disagreeable. He’s taken by surprise at the capabilities of his own body, the way it accommodates Wilson’s thick cock, holding him open and in place like an internal armature. He surrenders himself completely when Wilson drops to his elbows, his hot mouth a hair’s breadth from the shell of Cherry’s ear, and murmurs such sweet praise—Cherry would let him possess, fill, gut, stuff, mount him, anything he wants, his body altogether at Wilson’s mercy.
Pausing for just long enough that Cherry at last catches his breath, Wilson shifts and readjusts, before recommencing his pace in a way that makes Cherry’s mouth drop open soundlessly. He couldn’t have imagined such a minute change of angle would make such a difference, but now on every inward thrust Wilson hits something inside him that makes pleasure surge through him like an electrical wire. To make matters worse, Wilson takes the time to carefully pluck Cherry’s glasses off his nose, folding them and setting them aside. The world blurs, and there is nothing to focus on but the rapturous feeling of being so thoroughly used.
Wilson’s thrusts have become downright brutal, and Cherry feels like he’s caught in the middle of a gale. His climax builds so quickly he’s barely able to prepare for the force of it when it hits him, and he fears for a moment that he may lose consciousness before it subsides, leaving only a dull ache and a quiet ringing in his ears as Wilson continues to pound into him.
His mind comes back to him, and with it his worries, the pressure to please Wilson to the very extent of his ability. Feebly, he lifts his hips, tries to fuck himself back on Wilson’s cock, but with a steady hand on his back, he’s told “there, there, dear boy, hold still and let me finish,” and gratefully collapses, letting Wilson use him like an inanimate object.
At last Wilson lets out a shudder, and Cherry realizes he must have finished inside him. He sits up, his cock slipping out of Cherry, who feels suddenly empty and as though he’s been pried wide open. He shivers.
“Wonderful, Cherry,” Wilson says, and then he stands, his weight leaving Cherry like a cage opening.
Cherry painstakingly sits up, wincing as he does—he expects he may feel it for days. He gropes around for his glasses and, finding them, puts them on to see Wilson readjusting his clothes to look as if nothing ever happened.
“Will I be selected for the expedition?” Cherry asks. He has never felt or sounded so timid around Wilson.
There is a tense silence while Wilson smooths his coat, buttons his cuffs. “I can make no promises,” he says at last, “but I plan to report to Captain Scott what an eager and willing volunteer you are. You have my highest commendation.”
Cherry nods stoically. It bodes well, he feels. Beyond any doubt, he has done all he possibly can up to this point, and without hesitation, he would do more.
Re: FILL: Cherry/Wilson, cw extremely dubious consent
(Anonymous) 2023-01-03 05:49 am (UTC)(link)Cherry would let him possess, fill, gut, stuff, mount him, anything he wants, his body altogether at Wilson’s mercy.
gurgles incoherently....
Re: FILL: Cherry/Wilson, cw extremely dubious consent
(Anonymous) 2023-01-06 01:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Cherry/Wilson, cw extremely dubious consent
(Anonymous) 2023-01-13 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)oooooooh shivers
This was so good!!
Re: FILL: Cherry/Wilson, cw extremely dubious consent
(Anonymous) 2023-12-26 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)If Cherry wasn’t already as red as he could be, he flushes a new shade properly befitting his name. “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” he begins, but Wilson cuts him off quickly. MADE ME LAUGH OKAY??
The POV here is so good! Cherry FEELS nearsighted, FEELS a specimen--it's so fucked up but so well-written I'm shivering.
Excellent work!!!!
Re: FILL: Cherry/Wilson, cw extremely dubious consent
(Anonymous) 2023-12-26 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)ouhvahsbsndnnsncn goddhdjd wilson being So gentle with him before he gets cruel… i reread this fic Constantly but idk if ive ever commented but i need to say im SSSOOOO obsessed with it it makes me bark