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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!
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FILL: Come On, Sweet Girl, Let's Find You An Ocean, E, Ljunberg/Landeskog, midwinter crossdressing
(Anonymous) 2023-01-06 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)St. Lucia Day, 1904, aboard the Linnea
“Thank you boys, good night!”
Dr. Erik Landeskog steps off the makeshift stage to a chorus of cheers and applause. He is no great singer like Hansson, but the song and dance routine he performs wearing a tattered navy blue dress they found in the bowels of the ship goes better than expected. It’s been a tough four months-- he is haunted by the loss of Östberg in October, and the Linnea is frozen into the pack now, their scientific mission on hold until they can free the ship and reach their destination. As the ship's doctor, he understands the importance of breaking up the monotony of their day to day existence with occasional holidays, good food and drink (what has Ström done to the roast anyway, it’s divine), and laughter. His angular frame bears little resemblance to the softer figures of the doxies back home, but he hopes that the sight of a body in a dress might be enough to encourage some of the men to visit the secret closet on the orlop deck and release some tension, another remedy he endorses enthusiastically.
The performance is an enjoyable experience for him as well. The dress has clearly been used in many shipboard theatricals, but the silky fabric against his skin and the feeling of air circulating between his legs makes him shiver with pleasure, a wholly unexpected sensation. He pauses to curtsy, suggestively lifting the hem of his dress above his knees, eager to prolong the moment. He winks at Ljungberg and blows him a kiss before leaving the mess hall.
Back in his bunk, Landeskog begins to remove his stockings when he feels a presence behind him, hovering at the open sick bay door.
“You.”
Landeskog’s face lights up when he turns and sees Ljungberg. “Oh it’s you, come in! Are you well?”
“No, I am not at all well,” Ljungberg hisses.
“Is it the coughing again? Was there more blood? I can give you more--”
“No,” Ljungberg interjects, “the problem is you”
Landeskog’s eyes go wide. “Have I done something to upset you? Did you… did you not like the performance?”
“I loved the performance,” Ljungberg says, “and that’s the problem. A beautiful girl like you dancing, putting your body on display for every man on this ship, parading around like a whore when you belong to me?”
Ljungberg looks directly at Landeskog knowingly, his eyes sparkling. Oh. It was going to be one of those evenings.
Landeskog’s entire demeanor changes instantly. He blushes and looks up at Ljungberg through his long, dark eyelashes.
“I’m so sorry,” he says breathlessly. “Will you ever be able to forgive me?”
“Maybe, but I’ll need you to prove that you can be a good girl. Now take off that dress.”
Landeskog stands up, pulls the dress all the way up over his shoulders, and tosses it in his bunk
“Stockings too.”
He removes his heavy wool stockings and stands naked in front of Ljungberg, shivering with anticipation.
“Beautiful. I’m a lucky man to have such a pretty girl to warm my bed, even if she is a faithless whore. Now get yourself ready for me.”
Landeskog breathes deeply and retreats to his bunk, stopping to slick his shaking fingers with lamp oil. He lays down and carefully slips one finger into himself, the short burst of pain giving way to a delicious stretch. He quests deeper and deeper until he finds the spot that brings his cock to life and makes him moan so sweetly. Ljungberg watches, heart pounding, palming his cock through his trousers.
“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, no wonder the men can’t get enough of you."
Landeskog moans again, his cock so hard he is afraid it will burst.
"Be a good girl and roll over.”
Landeskog removes his finger and rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. He feels Ljungberg’s hot breath on his arse as he plants a kiss on his gaping hole, then inserts two thick oil-slicked fingers inside him.
“Ljun-- Jakob… God!”
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Landeskog moaned. “Fuck me, fill me up, please don’t stop!”
“Anything for my sweet girl”
Ljungberg enters him carefully, then begins to fuck him in earnest. He finds his rhythm quickly, grabbing a handful of Landeskog’s overly long dark hair with one hand and lightly smacking his arse with the other. Landeskog is so overwhelmed with sensations that he feels like he is outside his body, experiencing someone else's pleasure. Ljungberg is merciless, fucking him harder and deeper than ever before.
"You're so tight," Ljungberg groans, "like a virgin."
Ljungberg comes first, deep inside Landeskog as he bucks and writhes beneath him. Landeskog finishes a moment later, coating the blue dress beneath him in the bunk with his spend.
They lay there together for a moment, breathless, sticky limbs entwined, until Ljungberg pulls out and rolls Landeskog back over.
“Erik,” he says matter of factly, “you’ve ruined the dress.”
They both burst out laughing, and Landeskog pulls Ljungberg down for a sweet kiss.
“Maybe Hansson can fix it, I believe he’s discreet.”
“I haven’t even seen Hansson for days!”
“He’s out there right now leading the men in song!”
“Not THAT Hansson, the other one, the one that helps with laundry!”
“Oh,” Landeskog says, eyeing the ruined dress. “This might be beyond his skills anyway.”
Ljungberg grabs his hand and kisses him again. “We can burn it now for all I care. Happy Midwinter, Erik.”
“Happy Midwinter, Jakob”
Re: FILL: Come On, Sweet Girl, Let's Find You An Ocean, E, Ljunberg/Landeskog, midwinter crossdressi
(Anonymous) 2023-01-07 08:43 am (UTC)(link)