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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: sweet talk, Shackleton/Hurley, explicit, 2/2
(Anonymous) 2023-01-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)“You’re perfect,” Shackleton tells him, “you’re so good for me, you’re so good at everything you do. And so lovely—”
Hurley whines high in his throat, cock dripping onto the bag below him, twitching with every word of praise from Shackleton’s mouth. One of his hands is stroking up his back, too, gently, like Hurley is precious, like he’s beautiful.
With a sigh, Shackleton presses all the way into him, his hips to Hurley’s arse, and Hurley starts moving immediately, hitching his hips back and forth, clenching around his cock. Shackleton groans, and for a moment Hurley thinks he’s done something wrong, disobeyed orders, but then Shackleton starts moving in tandem with him, gritting out, “Yes, that’s right. So eager for it, aren’t you. You take a cock so well, you love it.”
“Yes,” Hurley says, his voice thready and broken. One of Shackleton’s hands moves to his stomach, pressing down there, like he can feel where his cock is pressing into Hurley. It makes him feel wild and desperate. “Oh, oh. I love it.”
“I knew you would,” Shackleton tells you. “I knew you’d love a cock inside you. A glutton for pleasure and for praise.”
And Hurley is, he is, but it wouldn’t be the same coming from anyone else. Anyone other than the Boss.
After that, Shackleton really begins to fuck Hurley in earnest, and neither of them much have the breath for talk. Hurley barely manages gasps and moans as Shackleton’s cock pushes in and out of him, wringing pleasure from his body. And Shackleton himself is grunting and cursing, all of his focus on fucking Hurley and doing it well, and it’s so good. It’s so good and his words bounce around Hurley’s head even in their absence—you’re so good and you love it and you take it so well. Hurley could weep just at the thought of it, and at the relentless slide of Shackleton’s cock inside him, the stretch and the singing pleasure of it. He presses his face against the bag beneath him and arches into it, mindless with it, until Shackleton says, “Don’t come, be good for me and don’t come, hold on—”
And with that he comes, in long, hot pulses, a wet warmth spreading through Hurley and into his limbs. He groans and pushes back against Shackleton’s twitching cock, reveling in the slide of it through warm spend, until Shackleton pulls out of him and urges him over, onto his back.
“Perfect, you’re perfect, you did so well. Here, let me—” And he lowers his mouth to Hurley’s dripping cock, slides his lips over it, and Hurley is coming over his tongue in an instant.
Again, he fears he’s made a mistake, that he’s gotten it wrong, but immediately Shackleton is stroking his hip, pulling back with a swallow to say, “Good, that’s just right, you knew exactly what I wanted.”
Hurley nods dazedly, hips still twitching with the aftershocks of it, trying desperately to catch his breath. “Was it— Was I good?”
And it’s a pathetic thing to ask, a gluttonous thing to ask, but Shackleton is smiling down at him, eyes warm, his hands reaching up to push back Hurley’s curls back from his sweaty forehead, to look at him, and saying, “You were very good, you were perfect for me.”
Hurley sighs, and lets his head fall back onto the ground. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” Shackleton says, and strokes over his stomach where it’s still spasming. “Anything for my men.”
Re: FILL: sweet talk, Shackleton/Hurley, explicit, 2/2
(Anonymous) 2023-01-02 02:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: sweet talk, Shackleton/Hurley, explicit, 2/2
(Anonymous) 2023-01-05 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: sweet talk, Shackleton/Hurley, explicit, 2/2
(Anonymous) 2023-12-27 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)