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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things general Polar Explorer RPF.
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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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Re: FILL: triple threat, Jean Worsley/Frank Worsley/Joseph Stenhouse, E [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2023-04-21 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)“Stennie, Stennie – oh, please, I will, I’m right there, just a bit more,” Jean emcouraged, “Oh.” Another flood on the flat of his tongue as she came again in quick succession.
When she raised herself up there were slick, shimmering strands trailing from her soaking cunt to Stenhouse’s lips. He sucked in a few lungfuls of air and Jean giggled and squirmed as his breath tickled her. Her arms trembled against the headboard before she let herself drop beside him, plopping down onto the cushions.
“You gorgeous man,” she said and dragged Stenhouse over to kiss him indulgently, licking herself from his lips and tongue. “You’re too good to me, too good by half. Come. Your turn.”
Stenhouse wanted to protest that he was very much having his turn: Worsley had been dislodged by Jean wrestling him about but was watching them with a tenderness that made Stenhouse’s heartbeat trot along rather more quickly and which promised a continuation of his previous engagement, but Jean was already beckoning to him.
“Wuzz – Wuzz, come here,” Her eyes were dark and predatory as she reached out for her husband, and he went to her as if helpless to refuse. Perhaps he was. She kissed him aggressively, hitching him up onto her. “Stennie. There’s Vaseline. In my carpet bag.”
It was easily found tucked between two pairs of stockings. Stenhouse tossed it to her, amused. “You were anticipating this? Have I been ambushed?”
“Perhaps a little bit,” said Jean with a devilish grin. “You can never be too prepared.”
“Just one of your many charming qualities,” Worsley said, sucking kisses against her neck and then moaning prettily as three slender fingers began working efficiently to open him up.
“Stennie,” said Jean again, and she didn’t need to say more – Stenhouse had always been good at inferring instructions. Particularly ones he wanted to obey. He draped himself over Worsley’s back, kissing the dip between his shoulder blades before taking his cock in hand and giving it a few gentle pulls. “Alright, Wuzz?”
“More than,” Worsley panted, rutting his hips between their industrious efforts. “I won’t last long, though, I can tell you that much.”
Worsley’s trim waist fit in his hands as though sculpted for them. Stenhouse would never consider him a small man; not tall, certainly, but he was sturdily built and muscular. But he felt small beneath him in a way that he couldn’t deny was most appealing. They both groaned in unison when he finally pushed inside and began to move.
Wriggling to sit up against the headboard, Jean’s dark eyes roamed appreciatively over Worsley on his hands and knees. “Look at you,” she said. “Our handsome fella. Doesn’t he look fine like this, Stennie? He’s always gorgeous when he’s getting fucked.” Even crude language sounded sweet in Jean’s musical, alto tones. “He likes it a little rougher. Go on, you won’t hurt him. And he might like it if you did.”
Worsley keened at that, his spine curving. “Christ.” He looked unimaginable, a rich flush running over his freckled shoulders and up the column of his neck, his thick cock hanging heavy between his thighs, rocking back against every thrust. “Please, Stennie, ah – fuck-” He scrabbled at the bedsheets, looking for purchase until he found Jean and hauled her in close.
“How’s he feel?” she asked in a murmur, petting his dishevelled hair.
“Good,” Worsley laughed breathlessly. “God, good. Fantastic, Stennie, I should have been after you years ago. Keeping this from me, oh.” Stenhouse’s hips had leapt, the sound of desperation in Worsley’s words heating him inside and out. “Yes-”
“You look lovely,” Jean said, pushing her fingers in and tugging on Worsley’s hair harder now. “All spread out for him, you’ve always been a bit of a glutton for a good prick.” Her tone was almost conversational, belied only by the flush high on her cheeks and the fact that she had slipped a hand between her legs to toy with herself. “A man’s man.” She laughed. “That’s what you are, aren’t you, darling?”
“And your man,” panted Worsley agreeably, before burying his face against her stomach and groaning.
“That’s right.” She looked up to smile secretly at Stenhouse. “I should have brought– I’ve got a little something back home. Perhaps next time you can watch me have him. Or I can have you, would you like that, Stennie?”
Her meaning took a minute to sink in but when it did it made Stenhouse quiver from head to toe, rolling his hips harder and making Worsley keen beneath him. “Yes,” he said dazedly, pinned between Jean’s words and Worsley’s taut heat, “I think I would.”
Jean’s eyes sparkled. “Good.”
He felt swept by the image of Jean pushing him down into the mattress – or perhaps it was even just the promise of a next time that lit him up so. Jean had said as much but he’d still felt apprehensive that this might be just a tiny scrap of something snatched almost accidentally. He could feel the heat building between his legs, at the base of his spine. “Wuzz,” he said, low, bending forward to kiss the back of Worsley’s neck and nip at his shoulder, “Wuzz. I’m nearly there, what can I- ?”
“In me, please,” Worsley begged, though he hardly needed to. “I want it, want you, please-” He rocked his hips back, hard, and Stenhouse’s breath hitched as the feeling of it all overtook him. He finished with a few final staccato movements, spilling hot inside of Worsley, who followed immediately after, gasping as his climax overtook him.
Jean eased Worsley through it, running her hands through his hair and murmuring sweet little things. Afterwards, Worsley took a bit of cajoling to shift and let her help him clean up. He had plonked face-first into the pillows the moment she’d stood from the bed and didn’t seem inclined to move.
“I’ve just been thoroughly rogered, Jeanie, give me a minute-”
“Don’t whinge.” She held him briefly open to admire the result and Stenhouse’s spent cock twitched pathetically at the sight of Worsley’s wet, abused hole, the slick of spend dripping down his quivering thighs. “If only you could see yourself, Wuzz.”
Worsley groaned into the pillow. “I can imagine. I feel full to the brim.”
“You look it.” Jean stroked along his spine. “But let’s get you tidied up. It always seems more appealing in the moment than it does in ten minutes.”
Stenhouse was terribly grateful that Jean never gave him the chance to start fretting about whether he ought to leave: she simply took Stenhouse by the arm and dragged him to the bed, emphatic as the tide. Worsley was already half-snoozing, a beatific expression of contentment on his face, spreadeagled across the entire mattress.
“Budge over, Wuzz. Let us in.”
“No. I’ve decided it’s my bed.”
“Brute. Stennie, give him a whack.”
“As the lady wishes.” Stenhouse made a show of rolling up his sleeves.
“Alright, alright!” Worsley squirmed into a more sensible proportion of the bed, and held out his arms. “But as recompense for giving up my space, I demand to be cuddled.”
Jean dove forward obligingly and Stenhouse followed her, pulling the duvet over the three of them. Worsley grinned at him over the top of Jean’s head and Stenhouse winked back. “Not bad, eh?”
“You won’t be hearing a complaint from me.”
Jean sighed in contentment. “All I need now is another drink and I’ll be happy as a pig in mud.”
“Well,” said Worsley, sounding slightly abashed, “I might actually have purchased two bottles of champagne. There’s another one on ice in the tub.”
“You!” Jean smacked his shoulder. “This is the reason why we keep having to impose on Commander Stenhouse and his lovely wife. Spending all your cash on drinks!”
“Oh, don’t try to tell me that you don’t like imposing on Commander Stenhouse.”
Jean turned in his arms to grin up at Stenhouse. “It’s only that I fear he’ll tire of us.”
“Never,” said Stenhouse firmly, and, caught up in the wave of comfortable affection, kissed her. “Consider this an open invitation to impose on Gladys and myself as much as you like.”
“Hm, I would rather like to impose on Gladys, I must say-”
“Jeanie.” It was Worsley’s turn for mock offence.
“What?”
Their low, fond babble wove about the bed like a cocoon. Stenhouse felt blissfully happy snuggled against them, as though floating somewhere vaguely above his body. The sun had long since dropped from its zenith and the light was going slightly golden around the edges. The end of the day promised to be just as pleasant as the beginning.
Re: FILL: triple threat, Jean Worsley/Frank Worsley/Joseph Stenhouse, E [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2023-04-22 01:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: triple threat, Jean Worsley/Frank Worsley/Joseph Stenhouse, E [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2023-12-21 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)