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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things general Polar Explorer RPF.
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:
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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FILL: Worth His Salt, Cherry/various, E, no cw
(Anonymous) 2022-10-01 12:37 am (UTC)(link)Evans was a good judge of character, although even the least perceptive among the men could tell how eager Cherry was to please. He’d volunteer himself without hesitation for even the most unpleasant of jobs, and would practically trip over himself in his eagerness to prove he was worth his salt. When Evans judged that he’d drop to his knees when prompted, he found he’d judged correctly.
He was a pretty thing, Evans mused, as Cherry peered up at him through a thin film of tears after finally managing to stuff Evans’ whole prick down his throat. The light was dim belowdecks, but Evans could make out the deep blush shading his youthful face, the glimmer in his eye, his tousled hair which Evans gripped in his rough fingers.
Cherry let out a small choking cough as Evans pulled him gently halfway off, and was shushed quietly. He would have made to apologize, if not for Evans thrusting shallowly back into his mouth right then. His cock was thick, stretching Cherry’s lips wide, and spit dribbled down his chin as he fucked his mouth. “There, that’s good,” Evans murmured, and Cherry shivered, letting slip a faint, pleasured sound.
It was a sight to behold, in the end, after Evans had finished on Cherry’s face, to see him licking the come off his lips, looking proud of himself, but hesitantly, as if waiting for Evans to confirm he had reason to be.
Indeed, he did. Word soon spread among the men when they reached land and settled in at Cape Evans, rumors whispered behind the bulkhead and out of earshot of the officers.
The next man to take advantage of Cherry’s eagerness to make himself useful was Tom Crean. Cherry’s answer to Crean’s question – “would you let me have you, lad?” – while the two were alone had been to kneel before him without having to be asked twice.
His cheeks were rosy with the cold–the storage annex in which they’d found themselves retained little of the heat of the hut–and his lashes fluttered shut when Crean lifted his hand from under his chin, gently holding the back of his skull to steady him as he fed his cock into Cherry’s mouth with his other hand. “There you are Cherry, taking it so well,” he said, and Cherry squirmed and whimpered, hardening at the praise.
Crean fucked his mouth quickly, but there was a fond gentleness about him, stroking Cherry’s cheek, giving him pause to catch his breath. He was more effusive with his praise than Evans had been, all the while calling him good boy and such a marvel, Cherry. Cherry palmed himself desperately through his trousers, coming messily in them at nearly the same moment that Crean finished down his throat.
Crean breathed heavily as he withdrew himself from Cherry’s mouth, running his thumb along his soft, pink cheek. “Swallowed every drop like you were made for this,” he said, and watched Cherry smile bashfully. “We’re lucky to have you, lad.”
Cherry wiped his chin of spit before it chilled uncomfortably. “It’s my pleasure, sir,” he replied earnestly.
It wasn’t long before word of Cherry’s enthusiasm for extending physical favors to the men made its way past the bulkhead and up the chain of command. He had been afraid of how it would be received, especially by Wilson, whom he couldn’t bring himself to imagine disappointing. Luckily, his worries seem to have been for naught, for he finds himself now on his back on Captain Scott’s bed, his head in the Owner’s lap while Wilson thrusts two slick fingers in and out of Cherry’s hot, clenching core, and Cherry trembles with delight.
“Look how well he takes it, Con,” Wilson comments, and Cherry nearly comes right there and then.
The Owner strokes Cherry’s hair, runs his fingertips delicately across the sensitive skin of his outstretched throat, as Cherry gazes up at him worshipfully. “Yes, from what I hear he’s been quite a comfort to the men.”
Wilson hums his agreement. “I’ve no doubt of that. Sometimes one’s own hand simply won’t do the trick.” He twists his fingers inside Cherry in a way that makes him gasp. “Seaman Evans and Crean spoke glowingly of you. Who else has had you, love?”
Cherry hesitates a moment, but Wilson has stopped moving his fingers within him in anticipation of an answer. “Atch,” he admits, “in the dark room.”
Both Scott and Wilson chuckle at that. “You were right about him, Con,” Wilson says. “He’s so eager to please.”
“Turn him over, Bill,” Scott requests, and Wilson withdraws his fingers, a hand on Cherry’s hip urging him to flip over onto his knees—he quickly complies.
Scott’s cock is before him now, and he immediately latches on, lapping up the length of it before taking the head in his mouth and suckling greedily. Scott groans, and Cherry feels awfully pleased with himself, having become quite adept at this.
Suddenly, Wilson is pressing inside of him, gripping Cherry’s waist firmly and watching his cock sink inside. Cherry lets out a high, desperate moan, muffled by Scott’s length in his mouth. “God, but don’t you feel amazing,” Wilson says, sounding breathless. He caresses Cherry’s thigh gently before he begins to move, setting a pace which soon accelerates. “Our sweet little Cherry.”
“He’s made himself very useful,” Scott agrees, and between the praising words of his superiors, Wilson pounding into him, and his own hand wrapped around his prick to desperately bring himself off, it’s not long before he’s spilling over his fingers and the sheets below.
Scott grunts and spends in his mouth soon after. He does his best to swallow all that he can, and Scott seems more than pleased, leaning down and kissing him gently. Wilson, not yet finished, continues driving into him, and Cherry trembles with overstimulation, high whines escaping him with every inward thrust, which Scott catches sweetly from his lips and swallows.
All of a sudden, Wilson stills, reaching his peak inside of Cherry. When he pulls out, Cherry can feel the spend dripping out of him. He feels sore, used, raw, but all in the best possible way. Scott holds him while Wilson cleans him up, murmuring all the while how good he’s been. “We’re terribly lucky to have you, Cherry,” he tells him, and Cherry’s heart swells, content at having proved his worth.
Re: FILL: Worth His Salt, Cherry/various, E, no cw
(Anonymous) 2022-10-01 04:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Worth His Salt, Cherry/various, E, no cw
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(Anonymous) 2022-10-03 02:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Worth His Salt, Cherry/various, E, no cw
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