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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: Clissold's Curry Disaster!, Multiple Pairings, E, sex pollen 2/3
(Anonymous) 2023-01-11 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)Oates, Meares, & Atkinson
There’s funny business going on with the curry. It’s made the men act like raving sodomites and unfortunately, Oates isn’t faring much better. It’s not the sodomy that bothers him—he’s an army man, for Christ’s sake—it’s the raving. Oates is quite simply going to find a partner, excuse himself and said partner to the stables, and take care of business. Simple as that. None of this loud kissing nonsense coming from the Owner’s bunk or the awkward flirtations of the science lads going at it on the table. Oates peers between Debenham’s spread knees and catches Atkinson’s eye. He looks over Wright’s flailing arm to find Meares’s eyes on him.
Titus’s gaze flicks between Atkinson and Meares, sizing them up. Meares has a great knowledge of the world: surely he would have some anecdote that will either cure them (unlikely) or prove that he is an experienced master of the sexual arts (more likely). Atkinson, meanwhile, is more likely to be the kind of sexual partner Oates appreciates best: a quiet, physical man who doesn’t need to listen to himself talk to get off. His knowledge of the body would undoubtedly prove to be a great asset. Oates considers his options. Atch? Or Meares?
The answer comes to him suddenly. With a single-minded determination, he leaps up on the table, steps over the half-naked, writhing entity that is Silas&Deb, and grabs both Atkinson and Meares by an arm. He pulls them backwards off their seats and both of them scramble to find their feet.
“Stables. Now,” he says.
The ponies shuffle and huff at their entry, but quickly go back to nosing at their hay when they realize that Oates is going to feed them. He pulls his companions over near the stove.
“Well,” he says, “which one of you would like to fuck me?”
“Titus,” Atch starts.
“I can see your erection from here,” he interrupts. “Both of you. Now, someone put me on all fours and ride me like a prize stallion until I’m done with you.”
“Will you be making horse allusions all night?” Atkinson asks.
“If someone doesn’t take action, I may have to.”
Meares puffs thoughtfully on his pipe. “I did see something in Hong Kong, once. I suppose it would be easier to demonstrate.”
And so it went that Oates was leaned back against the stable wall while Atkinson and Meares knelt in front of him, their lips meeting around the shaft of Oates’s cock.
“Do you like that, Titus?” Meares asks, before Atkinson pulls his mouth back onto Oates’s cock by a forceful hand on the back of his head.
“He likes it,” Atkinson answers for him. It’s a fine thing, Oates thinks, to have a friend who knows your every thought. They could never speak, he and Atch, and still know everything about the other. Like now, when Atch slides his mouth lower, mouthing at the base of Oates’s cock and licking over his balls while Meares sucks the head into his mouth.
“Say, Meares,” Atkinson asks, right when Oates is on the precipice of climax. “How would you arrange three men if, for example, Titus were to penetrate me, and you were to penetrate Titus?”
Without his pipe in hand, Meares sucks Oates’s cock while he thinks. He pulls off with a delighted look. “I participated in something similar in Greece, once! Here, you lay on your back like so with your hips up, Titus will kneel over you, and then I can mount Titus once he’s inside you!”
“What do you say, old boy?” Atch asks. “Have you ever been the horse and the rider?”
Cherry & Birdie
The scientists have abandoned them.
Well, not all of them. Silas and Deb are still here, evidenced by the cup of lukewarm tea that Deb’s foot sends flying within a foot of Cherry’s right ear. Even if not for the flying dishware, it is hard to look away from their amorously entwined bodies.
Cherry is still sitting completely still, eyes wide behind his glasses. He watches helplessly as Titus leaps up on the table and drags their last doctor away.
“I’m going to find Bill,” he says. He returns only a moment later, a blush staining his cheeks.
Birdie nudges him with a shoulder. “Is Bill—“
“Busy,” Cherry says. “Very, very busy.”
“I see.”
They’re the last two at the table. Deb has Silas on his hands and knees on top of the table. Cherry doesn’t want to know what he’s using for lubrication as he pushes inside. Silas throws his head back and unleashes a torrent of swear words, many of which Cherry has never heard before and some of which sound eerily similar to mathematical equations. Based on the context and the incredible volume of the slaps Deb is laying on his arse, they must be truly filthy.
“Cherry,” Birdie says quietly, “would you be terribly opposed if I kissed you right now?”
Cherry tears his eyes away from the spectacle on the table. Birdie is looking at him with wide eyes and a hopeful smile, and Cherry finds that he is absolutely not opposed at all. In fact, he has the sudden feeling that if he doesn’t kiss Birdie immediately, he will perish in the most terrible way.
So he kisses Birdie, and even though Birdie’s nose is very nearly poking him in the eye, it is a terribly satisfying experience.
“Why haven’t we done this before?”
“I didn’t want to scare you away,” Birdie shrugs, and it’s such a sweet, unassuming gesture that Cherry has to kiss him again, and again, and again.
“Shall we—“
“Would you let me—“
They speak at the same time and both look away, laughing nervously.
“My bunk is just over here,” Cherry says.
“I know. I sleep above you.”
“Ah, yes,” Cherry says. “I forgot.”
“It’s no bother, Cherry,” Birdie says. He stands and offers a hand to Cherry. Deb is fucking Silas in earnest now, rattling the table.
“Do you want to do that with me?” Cherry asks, nodding towards the enthusiastic sodomy atop the dinner table.
Birdie watches for a moment, then looks back to Cherry. “I want you to show me what you want.” He licks his lips. “And how you want it.”
Cherry grabs his arm and drags him to his bunk in the empty tenements.
Re: Fill: Clissold's Curry Disaster!, Multiple Pairings, E, sex pollen 2/3
(Anonymous) 2023-01-11 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Clissold's Curry Disaster!, Multiple Pairings, E, sex pollen 2/3
(Anonymous) 2023-01-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)“I know. I sleep above you.”
“Ah, yes,” Cherry says. “I forgot.”
“It’s no bother, Cherry,” Birdie says.
Just flailing like a muppet over here, I love themmmm