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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: 
  • 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: "Where No One Would Believe that Someone Could F..." Cook/Amundsen, E, Part 11/? ropes, d/s

(Anonymous) 2023-01-27 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)

Fred continued, “I mean, things are different in the death zone!”

Roald’s face was stony, his chin jutting out proudly. “Not for me.”

Fred knew that, of course. He had always known. Roald would never, ever leave someone in danger on a mountain, or anywhere, not as long as he was still breathing. If he couldn’t walk he’d crawl to pull someone to safety, if that’s what he had to do. While others might excuse their own behavior in such life-threatening situations, saying there was nothing more they could have done, such justifications would be unacceptable to Roald. Fred shifted under the blanket. Just thinking about it was making him hard. Huh. Maybe there’s another way I can dig myself out of this hole. Roald had never been super into role-playing - part of his general discomfort with talking during sex, maybe - but maybe if Fred framed it as a challenge…

Fred scrambled out from under the covers and strode over to the door of the cabin. The stove was burning low and as he was only wearing his boxer-briefs, his skin prickled in the cooling air of the cabin after being in the toasty warmth of the blankets. But mind on his task, Fred cracked open the door and stepped into the vestibule, rummaging around on the shelves until he found what he was looking for.

“Fred?,” he heard Roald call from inside. “What are you doing?”

Fred didn’t answer, only reemerged a few moments later to stand in front of the bed with the item in question: a coil of three-strand jute rope, soft yet sturdy. He held out his quarry in front of him, eye-level with Roald.

“You said you’d never leave someone in the death zone, under any circumstances.”

“Yes,” Roald said slowly, a bit of a questioning tone in his voice.

Fred thrust the rope out even closer to Roald. “So,” he said calmly, “Show me. If I was stuck high on a mountain, out of oxygen, unable to get down on my own…” He grinned. “How would you get me down?”

Roald gazed at him impassively, and even though Fred continued to hold his gaze, as the silence stretched on Fred began to worry that maybe this had been the totally wrong approach. But then, slowly, Roald turned his body and slid his legs out from under the blankets. He rose to stand in front of Fred, drawn up to his full, imposing height, looking down at Fred from eyes that seemed suddenly to narrow, to darken. Without a word, Roald reached down and took the rope from Fred’s hand. Fred swallowed audibly. He could feel his cock starting to twitch.

“Fred,” Roald said evenly, but with a no-nonsense tone that made Fred want to melt into the floor, “You’re in a very serious situation here. But I will get you down safely. What I need you to do is not to panic, and to follow my instructions. Can you do that? Can you stay calm?”

Fred definitely couldn’t, but he nodded anyway. “Good,” came Roald’s reply. “You’ve been out here for many hours, and I think you may have hypothermia. Often when that happens, people feel hot, even though their body temperature is dropping, and they start undressing. That must be why you’re missing some of your clothes, mm?”

Without waiting a beat, Roald hooked his fingers into the waistband of Fred’s underwear, tugging it down over his hips and ass and down his legs, where it pooled at his feet. Fred stepped out of it, now completely naked, and wondered how Roald could make a lecture on a life-threatening ailment sound so hot. He felt his cock harden but dared not break eye contact with Roald.

Roald looked at him appraisingly. “And of course, after being up here for so long without your goggles you must be going snowblind. That’s why you haven’t been able to follow the route down? Because it’s hard to see?”

“Yes,” Fred breathed out. Even though he was not actually hypothermic, though the air in the room was cool against his bare skin, he did feel feverish under Roald’s intense gaze at the same time. Roald gave him one last look, then turned his back and reached for something on one of the shelves above the bed. He turned around, twisting the object between his long fingers. A buff neck warmer, opaque and black. Fuck. Roald held up the buff and asked softly, “Green?” Fred nodded, maybe too enthusiastically, and then tried to steady his breathing as Roald folded the buff in on itself several times, then slid it over Fred’s head to form a perfectly-sized blindfold. Now deprived of his sight, Fred could feel himself hyper attuned to every other sensation: the chill air in the room on his body, the sound of Roald’s footfalls on the floor as he paced in a circle around Fred’s body, the warmth of Roald’s breath on his cheek as he whispered into Fred’s ear, “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine. It’s a good thing you still have your climbing harness on. I’m going to check it for you.”

Fred felt as though his knees might give out at any moment - it would certainly add some realism to the scene - but he forced himself to stay still as possible as he felt the touch of the rope to the back of his left thigh just under his ass, then Roald’s capable hands looping the rope around his thigh several times, then up and around his lower abdomen, just above his hips, and back down around his right thigh. Roald moved smoothly in a circle around his body, adding more loops to connect the rope around his waist to the rope coiled around his thighs, tugging and tying knots as he went to keep the whole harness snug. He moved slowly, deliberately, letting his hands linger and letting the rope brush languorously over Fred’s skin. The rope itself was soft, not scratchy, and it dug into Fred’s skin just the right amount. Roald’s hands brushed over Fred’s body as he worked, sending sparks of pleasure rippling through him. At last, Roald tied a knot at the lower part of Fred’s stomach, and with the remaining loose rope in his hands, gave a little tug. Fred stumbled forward a bit but didn’t lose his footing. “There,” came Roald’s voice, low and smooth, “you’re secure.” Fred really did feel secure somehow, but that he could still move his legs if he wanted to, like a real climbing harness. He sighed, beginning to relax into the wonderful headspace of being completely at Roald’s mercy.

“Now,” Roald continued, “before we start moving. I’m going to check you all over. I need to make sure you don’t have any other injuries. But don’t move while I do this. That’s very important.” Fred heard and felt Roald step around to stand behind him, and then he knelt behind Fred’s legs. His long, calloused fingertips reached out just to light on the skin behind Fred’s ankles, and Fred’s whole body trembled at the touch. Roald began, achingly slowly, to trace his fingers up the back of Fred’s legs, feather-light. His fingers grazed the back of Fred’s knees, then his thighs, then his ass, and the slightly ticklish skin at his lower back and hips, then his back and shoulders. Fred couldn’t stop the gasps and sighs that escaped his lips. He felt like he might actually pass out from pleasure and then Roald really would have an invalid on his hands. Roald’s fingers were now sweeping up the back of Fred’s neck, and then over his hair, coming to rest and rub gentle circles into his scalp, and Fred practically purred at how good it felt.

Roald lingered there, before walking slowly to stand in front of Fred. This close, Fred could hear Roald’s breath in the silence of the room, smell the clean, slightly smoky scent of his skin, and Fred’s every nerve was on fire. Roald reached out to touch Fred’s face, sending a wave of electricity through Fred’s every bone and sinew. Fred leaned into Roald’s butterfly-light touch, as his fingers swept over Fred’s forehead, his nose, his cheekbones, his lips, his beard, still achingly slowly. He trembled as Roald moved his hands down Fred’s neck, across his collarbones, and then danced them across his chest and his stomach. “Roald,” Fred practically moaned.

“Shhh,” Roald replied, moving over Fred’s hips. “Stay still. Let me finish checking you.” Fred obeyed, but only with tremendous difficulty, as Roald’s hands moved torturously close to Fred’s cock, but backed off just shy of touching him there. He repeated the motion several times as Fred hissed through his teeth, before moving down to caress the front of Fred’s legs.

By the time Roald had finished “checking” him, Fred was a quivering mess. Roald stepped back from him, then spoke again. “Normally, I would now clip your harness into the line of fixed ropes, and begin guiding you down. But ah, I see that the fixed ropes were not set up at this height as they were supposed to be. No wonder you got into trouble up here. Do not worry, you did nothing wrong.” Fred swallowed again, fizzing with anticipation at what Roald had planned for him next. “I’m going to have to find a different way to lead you down. Here, hold out your hands in front of you.”

Fred did as he was told, stretching his arms out, his palms up. Gently, Roald pressed Fred’s arms together so that his palms touched, and began wrapping the rope loosely around Fred’s joined wrists. He made several circuits before passing the rope through the previous loops and pulling it firmly, knotting it so that Fred’s wrists were tied together securely but not uncomfortably. As he had before, Roald took his time looping and tying, deliberately letting his fingers linger on the sensitive skin on the undersides of Fred’s wrists. Roald tugged a few times to check his work, before leaning next to Fred’s ear and speaking softly yet firmly. “I’m going to lead you down by pulling on the rope. Just step forward as I pull. I won’t let you fall.”

Fred sighed deeply. He had that lovely, floating, vulnerable but safe feeling that came from being in subspace, and as Roald pulled him forward, he walked unhesitatingly. Roald led him on what must have been three circuits around the tiny cabin, but in his headspace, and with the blindfold, every creak of the wooden floorboards and sensation as he brushed against a table leg felt unfamiliar. True to his word, Roald didn’t let him trip or bump into anything painful. Finally, Roald let him back to the bed, and using his hands on Fred’s waist, gently guided him to sit down.

“Now we’re back at base. You’re safe, and I’m going to warm you up,” Roald told him firmly. “But I’m going to need to secure you, because it’s very important that you don’t move around during this process.” Fred nodded, too blissed out to verbally agree, and Roald looped the remaining rope that he still held into the harness around Fred’s hips, pulled it tight, and made a knot, so that Fred’s bound wrists were now tied to the harness and he was unable to move his arms. Gently, Roald guided him to lie flat on his stomach, arms secured beneath him, head resting on the pillows but turned to the side so that he could still breathe. Roald leaned over him, his mouth next to Fred’s ear and his beard tickling Fred’s skin, and whispered “Still green?”

“God yes,” Fred moaned.

Fred heard muffled noises that he recognized as Roald reaching up to one of the shelves above the bed and retrieving the little tin of waxy salve they kept there. He felt the mattress shift and the rustling sounds as Roald removed his t-shirt, and then his own briefs, and then moved to straddle him, hovering just over Fred’s lower back. But Roald didn’t rush into opening Fred up. Instead, he ran his hands over Fred’s back and shoulders again, leaning over to plant kisses on the back of Fred’s neck, over and over again until Fred was completely boneless, whimpering in pleasure. Roald’s skin was warm against his, the weight of his body solid and comforting and driving him absolutely mad at the same time. Fred wanted to beg Roald to take him but found he couldn’t form the words. Finally, after an agonizing eternity, Roald pushed Fred’s thighs apart and Fred almost sobbed with relief. He listened as Roald slicked up his fingers with the salve, and then gasped as Roald’s two fingers began to circle his entrance.

Fred almost couldn’t recognize the breathy, whimpering noises that escaped his mouth as Roald began teasing around his hole, just pressing gently, then withdrawing to stroke the cleft of his ass. Deprived of sight, feeling warm and limp from all of the buildup and anticipation, his every nerve felt alight as Roald began to slide one finger, then two into him with excruciating slowness, sliding back and forth as he stretched Fred open. Fred rutted against the blankets, trying to find some relief for his hard and leaking cock, but Roald’s other hand pressed firmly on the back of his thigh to stop him. “Stay still, Fred,” he instructed. “You have to do as I say.” Fred let out a little whine at that, but it was no use, Roald was holding him down and fucking him with his fingers, just barely teasing the sensitive spot inside him, and Fred couldn’t do anything but lie there and let it happen, letting himself go and just feeling.

When Roald finally removed his fingers and lined up his cock at Fred’s entrance, Fred was close to tears from how good it felt, how boneless and floaty he’d become. Roald slid into him with almost no resistance, Fred was so turned on, and any lingering stinging quickly melted into pure pleasure. Roald had shifted so that he was stretched out over Fred’s back, propped up just enough to be able to thrust deeply into him, but close enough that Fred could feel Roald’s solid weight on top of him, his breath on his skin. Fred lay there, his body all sensation, as Roald fucked him into the mattress, his cock filling him completely, pressing so deep into Fred that he thought he might be able to feel Roald in his throat. Fred moaned with each thrust, noise escaping him without conscious thought, unable to move, aware only of the rhythm of Roald’s body on top of and inside of his. When Fred came, it was less a sudden burst and more like a strong, warm wave washing over him. He panted, gasping for breath, unable to make his mouth or his lungs or his brains work properly as Roald thrust into him two, three more times and then came inside of him.

Re: FILL: "Where No One Would Believe that Someone Could F..." Cook/Amundsen, E, Part 11/? ropes, d/

(Anonymous) 2023-01-27 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
sweet jesus christ this is amazing.

Re: FILL: "Where No One Would Believe that Someone Could F..." Cook/Amundsen, E, Part 11/? ropes, d/

(Anonymous) 2023-01-30 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god, I love them so much! <3 <3 <3
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