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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)
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- Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration - Shackleton, Scott, Amundsen, Mawson
- Andrée Expedition
- Karluk Expedition
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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.
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1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.
2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.
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Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying
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Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish
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Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm
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FILL: "Where No One Would Believe that Someone Could F..." Cook/Amundsen, E, slowburn, Part 8/?
(Anonymous) 2023-01-18 04:09 am (UTC)(link)“God yes, you know I do. But I want you to fuck me.”
He thought that Roald would respond with some witty rejoinder, but all he did was rise to his feet and look down at Fred with a look that was somehow both soft and hungry. More hungry, maybe, especially since his cock was propping up his towel like a sail under a full wind. He reached out a hand to cup Fred’s jaw, just for a moment, and then Roald was reaching down to undo his towel, letting it drop to the floor without breaking eye contact with Fred.
“Damnit, Roald,” Fred breathed. All of Roald’s pale skin, pink from the heat and the steam, peppered with freckles and scars from a life lived outdoors and full of adventure. His broad chest and his strong arms and the sharp jut of his hipbones, and the trail of golden hair that led down his trim stomach to his flushed, hard cock. He practically glowed in the light from the sauna’s stove. All there for Fred to feast his eyes on, to enjoy with his own hands and mouth and cock. Maybe for good this time. “You’re so... so...”
Roald didn’t tease him for his inability to finish a sentence while ogling his naked body. He just gazed back at Fred and gave him a tiny playful smile. He really looks amazing in this light, Fred thought. He would have to come up with some excuse to just watch Roald stand naked in front of the stove. He’d tell him it was some homeopathic therapy that was all the rage in New York. Roald, meanwhile, turned his head, scanning the small space as if looking for something. His eyes lighted on something in the corner, and he turned his back to Fred. Fred’s enjoyment at being able to admire Roald’s tight ass came to a screeching halt as he watched Roald spot the ax that was on the floor, still curing in the mineral oil.
What?? They’d discussed limits back when they’d first started sleeping together, and Fred had told Roald then that anything remotely knife-related was a hard no for him. At the time Roald had blanched, like he’d never dream of it. Had he changed his mind in the last three years? Fred was about to say something when Roald reached down, grabbed the ax by the handle and
took two fingers and swiped them slowly across the flat side of the blade, coating his fingers with oil
Fred’s cock twitched at the sight. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. This, in contrast, was a hard yes.
Roald replaced the ax and then looked over at Fred, and he had the audacity to wink at him, the bastard. “Still green?” he asked, holding up the slick fingers for Fred’s perusal, but instead of replying Fred simply rose to his feet, turned around, and bent over, his thighs open and his hands pressed into the bench. “Like this,” he said softly.
“Like this,” came Roald’s voice over his shoulder, and Fred felt Roald place one hand gently on Fred’s hip. He felt Roald’s breath at the back of his neck. “Just like this.”
Fred closed his eyes as Roald’s long, calloused fingers, coated in the slippery oil, landed gently around his entrance. They circled and teased without pressing, but even that was enough to drive Fred out of his mind. He tried to slow his breathing, tried to control himself so that he wouldn’t spill so soon. “Roald,” he panted. “Roald, that feels so good, you have no idea.”
“Good,” Roald said softly, not stopping his fingers. “You’re so lovely, Fred. I want to make you feel good.”
Fred couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips. Roald had never been all that comfortable talking during sex (unless it was something joking or sarcastic), but Fred loved it, and loved it even more when he knew Roald was making the effort just for him. He tried to keep his breathing even. “M-more, Roald. Please.”
Roald pressed a long finger into him, achingly slowly, and Fred squeezed the edges of the bench. It had been so long even since he’d touched himself like this. Running a fraudulent company and being on the run from the law had a way of dampening one’s libido, it turned out. But now he forced himself to breathe deeply, to remember that it was Roald doing this to him, Roald’s finger in him and Roald’s hand on his hip and Roald’s breath on the back of his neck, Roald’s body curved over his. Fred could feel himself relax and Roald slid in to the last knuckle, crooking his finger and making Fred squirm. “More, Roald. More.”
“Are you sure?” came the soft reply. The hand that had been gripping his hip began moving in slow circles on his lower back.
“Fuck, yes. Please. Please.”
Fred felt the second finger at his entrance, and breathed as it snaked into him, stretching him and making him cry out as it slid all the way in. Roald slowly began to scissor his two fingers, and then, when Fred began panting and trembling, to rock the two fingers in and out. They brushed against a spot deep inside Fred and white light flashed behind his eyes and he gasped. It was all he could do not to collapse face-first on the bench. “Roald,” he ground out. “Fuck me.”
Roald kept rocking his fingers, but he brought his mouth next to Fred’s ear. “Yes? Green?” His voice was almost a whisper. Hearing Roald’s voice that soft and close sent a tremor through Fred’s whole body.
“Yes, yes, Roald, please. I need you.”
Fred heard Roald inhale, shakily, and then he felt Roald pull his fingers out and then the hard, blunt head of Roald’s thick cock was pressing up against him, easing into him achingly slowly, and Fred couldn’t help but drop to his elbows, letting his head fall onto his arms as the sensation overwhelmed him. Roald pressed on, one hand on Fred’s hip and the other on his opposite shoulder, and Fred thought he might just die from how good it felt. He moaned as Roald filled him, stretched him, the burning feeling sliding from pain to pleasure, and then Roald bottomed out in him and Fred cried out.
“Fuck, Roald!” He gasped. He felt so full he might break in two, and his lungs felt starved for air. It was heavenly. “Move.”
“Mmm,” came Roald’s voice, next to his ear, and Fred trembled. Roald pulled back a few inches and then pushed into him again, still so agonizingly slow. His hand on Fred’s hip was like a brand. “Do you like this, Fred?,” he purred. “Did you miss my cock?”
Now he really was going to die. What had Fred done well in a previous life to deserve the pleasure of Roald Amundsen’s rare and wonderful dirty talk? “Yes, god yes,” Fred bit out. “I fucking love it, Roald.”
“You’re so good, Fred. You take it so well.” Roald shifted his hips a little, changing his angle, and when he next slammed his hips back in Fred’s vision whited out. Tendrils of electricity began to curl in his gut and his limbs. “Yes, just like that, Roald, please. Don’t stop.” Roald was thrusting into him, harder and faster now, and Fred rocked back instinctively to meet him with each thrust. Roald’s breath was hot on his neck, fast and shallow, his hands were sticky on Fred’s slick skin, and the snap of his hips against Fred’s ass was perfect, and it was Roald taking care of him and Fred thought he might just dissolve into a puddle of want and pleasure and sweat. He wasn’t going to last much longer. “Roald,” he said shakily, “I’m going to...”
“I know.” Another snap of his hips. “You’re so beautiful like this, Fred.” Another snap, more sparks in Fred’s vision. “Come for me.”
Fred shouted as he came, heat flooding every limb, and through his haze he felt Roald slam into him two more times before he came too, his own tremors rocketing through Fred’s body. He collapsed over the bench, breathing hard. He managed a contented sigh before his brain short-circuited completely, turned to mush by his post-orgasm haze and the wonderful feeling of Roald’s weight folded over him.
“You should do that ax lube thing again sometime,” Fred said. “I would never have guessed it but it was really fucking hot.”
They were stretched out on one of the benches, Roald sitting up against one of the short walls of the sauna with one leg on the bench, and Fred sitting up with his back against Roald’s chest like he was a very sexy deck chair. Together the two of them didn’t quite fit on the bench, width-wise: Roald had his other leg hanging off of the bench with his foot planted on the floor, and Fred had to cross his legs to keep both of them on the bench. The two of them were absolutely covered in sweat, and in spend, and where their bodies touched they practically stuck together. But it was warm and toasty and they were in a sauna in the woods and Fred had Roald’s arms around him, and he hadn’t been this happy in three years.
“Improvisation is the one of the keys to outdoor survival,” Roald replied drolly. He passed Fred the water bottle, and Fred took a long swig. The temperature had cooled off a bit in the tiny room, since they hadn’t tended the fire because of all the fucking, but it was still hot inside. “Next time, I want to see your face,” Roald continued.
“Hmmm, well I have several ideas about how to make that happen.” This time he’d let Roald take the lead but Fred had always prided himself on being switchy and his head began to swim with thoughts. Fred passed the water bottle back to Roald. “You know, I think you’re right. Maybe this sauna business is good for the systems.” He chuckled. “Although I’m not sure it’s a substitute for a real bath.”
He felt Roald drink from the water bottle, then nod behind him. “I have considered building a wood-fired hot tub.”
“Jesus, Roald, you’re going to give me a heart attack.” Roald just laughed. Then he sighed and shifted his weight. “I suppose we should clean up.” Fred pouted as he moved forward on the bench so that Roald could get up, even though Roald couldn’t see him. Roald stretched his limbs, put the water bottle on the floor, then looked around, clearly searching for their discarded towels. He bent down to pick them up from the floor, his firm ass bared to Fred...
THWACK. Roald spun around, one hand rubbing his cheek where the stinging blow had landed. “Fred?”
Fred smirked from his spot on the bench, waving one of the birch twig bundles lazily back and forth like a fan. He had almost forgotten about them. Almost.
Roald fixed him with a stony glare. “Come here,” he said, domineering, and Fred just about melted again as Roald hauled him up to his feet and pressed their lips together. Fred dropped the twigs and wrapped his arms around Roald’s neck as they kissed. When they pulled apart, Fred rubbed his nose against Roald’s and sighed contentedly. “I love your nose, Roald,” he said.
“So you’ve told me,” Roald replied fondly.
“Mmm. I think together we have the best noses.” Fred was melting again. He knew at some point they’d have to continue the painful conversation he’d begun this morning. They couldn’t just fuck their way past their shared history. Or maybe they could? Fred hadn’t really considered that that could be a possibility. After all, now they were here with plenty of time, cocooned away from the rest of the world. They could certainly try. Roald might even take it as a challenge, the way he did many things. For the moment, though, Fred was content to just wash up and fall asleep with Roald on the sleeping platform again. Maybe they could have some hot chocolate first.
“Hey Roald?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you have any hot chocolate?”
“I do.”
Fred looked up at Roald through his lashes. “Maybe we could have some? It would be a nice post-sauna treat, don’t you think?”
Roald nodded as if he was giving this notion deep thought. “Yes, it would,” he finally conceded. “But there is another ritual that we should complete first, since we’re now so hot and sweaty.”
Fred raised an eyebrow at him. Huh? “Yes,” Roald continued, his face grave. “A very important end to time in the sauna.” Without another word, he scooped Fred up in his arms in a princess carry. Oh, this was so nice. Fred leaned back against Roald’s broad chest, once again impressed with his strength and happy for whatever Roald intended for him. Was this the start of round two? But then Roald walked towards the door and began to maneuver one hand free to turn the handle. Fred’s eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen.
Oh no no no no no no no no
“Roald Amundsen, put me down right now!” Fred shouted. He began fruitlessly squirming in Roald’s arms but the bigger man held him fast. Roald said nothing, only stepped over the threshold into the vestibule, opened the outer door to the freezing Arctic air, took about ten steps, and holding Fred tightly in his arms, hurled both of them together into a snowbank.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Roald!” Fred shouted as they hit the snow and he felt as though he was about to go into cardiac arrest. Roald pressed him onto his back and rolled on top of him. The powdery snow numbed the length of Fred’s body from his scalp to his toes, the suddenness of it shocking. Roald gazed down at him, grinning from ear to ear. “Didn’t I tell you this was refreshing?”
“Get up, get up! Let me go, you beast!”
Roald just laughed then, the kind of full-bellied laugh Fred heard so seldom and he found so endearing. “Oh Fred, you’ll be a real northerner yet.” His gold tooth glinted in the hazy afternoon light, and despite his incredible annoyance and worry that he was going to get frostbite on his dick, Fred knew he’d jump in a snowbank naked every day if he could make Roald laugh like that again. “Come on,” said Roald, still chuckling, as he got to his feet and then bent down to scoop Fred up in his arms again. “Let’s go inside and see about the cocoa.”
Will they manage to build a hot tub before Oscar visits? How will Roald react when he finds out about Fred's rebound fuck with Jon Krakauer? And what other outdoor gear items can be used as sex toys? Stay tuned for the next installments of Fred and Roald's cabincore life ahhhh this prompt has broken my brain
Re: FILL: "Where No One Would Believe that Someone Could F..." Cook/Amundsen, E, slowburn, Part 8/?
(Anonymous) 2023-01-18 11:36 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: "Where No One Would Believe that Someone Could F..." Cook/Amundsen, E, slowburn, Part 8/?
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(Anonymous) 2023-01-23 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)YES I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE