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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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No blorbo too obscure for this post! EXCEPT: NO PEARY ALLOWED. God I hate that guy.
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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: Never have I ever, Apsley Cherry-Garrard/Lawrence Oates, E, Virginity/inexperience
(Anonymous) 2023-05-13 06:00 am (UTC)(link)Titus drew deeply from his pipe, and slowly exhaled. “Mm. No.”
“But you must have. Not even at Eton?”
He stared at Cherry, frowning slightly. He seemed confused as to how they had gotten on the topic. That was all well and good—Cherry had brought them around to it with great delicacy, steering the conversation slowly through detours of Army life and school, until it had arrived at its natural conclusion. Sensing no resistance, Cherry had confided in him some of his more sordid tales of the 1st VIII; and though Titus had seemed amused, in the end his response had amounted to a gruff “I wouldn’t know about any of that.”
Now, realization having sunk well in, Cherry had to resist squirming under the Soldier’s heavy-lidded squint. It wasn’t wholly judgmental: if it was, Cherry would have known precisely the manner in which he ought to shut up and slink away. It was placid, perhaps a little curious—which meant he still might be in with a chance.
“So—so you only rely on yourself, is that it?”
Titus shrugged. “Hardly ever.”
“Really?”
“I have enough vices to be getting on with. No need to acquire any more.”
As if he were simply choosing not to buy more polo ponies! Instead of resisting what surely must be one of the most natural of male urges! The chap was a rare breed. Something Cherry had known from first meeting him, of course; it was part of why he had wanted him, this whole time. He had never gone for straightforward sorts: there had to be a hook, something sharp to snare him, for smoothness greatly bored him. But for eccentricity to extend to this veritable celibacy on the part of such an otherwise splendid, amenable chap was so horribly unfair. Hinc illae lacrimae. Oh, and it only made him want Titus more!
“So you have no idea,” Cherry said quietly.
“Hm?”
“How good it can feel.”
Titus scoffed.
“Don’t laugh. I’m serious,” said Cherry, leaning over and sliding a hand up Titus’s knee. “It’s the most pitiful thing I’ve heard. You of all people being deprived like this.”
“You’re a demon,” said Titus matter-of-factly. But he did not shake Cherry off. “I should have seen it sooner.”
“What? I’m not!”
“That face of yours. A succubus sent to torment me, by the Devil himself, is that it?”
“No! No, I just think you’re so wonderful—I do! And I know that’s what they all must have said. Your schoolmates and stewards. But they haven’t known you like I do. And you’ve not known them like you do me…. tell me, if I’m wrong. But I don’t think I am.” His hand had reached Titus’s upper thigh. He neither felt nor saw any stirring within the coarse canvas trousers. “Might I…?”
“Cherry,” Titus said, low and admonishing. He was staring off now into the black of the stables, beyond where the stove-light reached. His face in profile was unbearably handsome.
“You can use my mouth,” Cherry blurted. “If that makes it—if you’d like that. You will like it. You’ll feel marvelous afterwards.”
He was hot all over, waiting for Titus to say yes, or no. He was forever throwing himself at men like this perhaps because this moment, this tingling anticipation, gave him more piercing pleasure than the act itself. It was dangerous but he could not stop from chasing after it. A more sensible man would have learned his lesson long ago—but sensible men did not end up in places like the Antarctic.
In the suspended silence Cherry dug his fingertips into Titus’s leg, applying what he hoped was a tempting amount of pressure. An indication of the roughness he was willing to take.
Titus finally looked at him. Blew a cloud of smoke at him, and through it, inclined his head. Yes.
When Cherry had clawed his way eagerly through Titus’s underthings and pried out his member, it was still soft; a lovely shy small thing in his hands. Not for long, though.
Titus filled out on his tongue, and then filled some more, and—good God, he was, well—the joke presented itself even to Cherry, who so often was told he missed the obvious.
He lapped eagerly at the broad thickening tip, kissing and sucking it until it began to leak its delicious warm wetness. Breathing in steadily through his nose, he inhaled the strong, male scent of Titus’s sweat and skin and hair. The unwashed, animal tang to it stirred his own prick as he took Titus’s deeper and deeper.
Titus was not touching him. He wasn’t making any sound at all. Cherry hollowed his cheeks and bobbed back and forth, gliding his tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of Titus’s cock. Ought he to reach up and play with Titus’s balls? Only some men liked that, not all, and Cherry did not want to risk getting slapped away. Not now, when he was finally thrilling at the long-dreamt-of sensation of Titus’s enormous prick battering at the back of his throat. It would choke anyone less expert—but not Cherry, who gripped Titus’s legs tighter for balance as he gave a determined swallow around it once, and then once more.
The wooden bench creaked. Titus had begun to move, unsteadily, perhaps instinctively, fucking into Cherry’s mouth. And through the guttering of the blubber stove Cherry could hear heavy breathing, grunts, increasing in frequency.
Cherry was being so good for him. Who else could take him this deeply and steadily, so sweetly and easily? Nobody for thousands and thousands of miles around. For a first time, surely he was being spoiled. Not a hint of teeth, no gagging at all. Just the pleasure and ease of his yard sliding down Cherry’s tight throat, again and again and again.
And he could have kept on going, for this was like heaven to him—but by the sound of it, Titus was now closing in quick on the end.
“Fuck—“ Titus groaned, and tried to pull away, but Cherry forced himself forward onto him, in order to drink down that reward which he would not be denied.
When was the last time Titus had spent? Surely the flood that came was in proportion to that sadly overlong interval: so much that even Cherry could not marshal it fully, sputtering a bit as it came on.
But he was grinning, as he wiped dribbles of Titus’s hot seed from his lips with his sleeve. Thinking of how perhaps he would be kissed now, as a thank you; how perhaps now he would crawl up into Titus’s lap and feel those marvelous big hands palm at his arse…
Then he saw how Titus was looking at him.
“You’re a fool, to enjoy that so much,” said the Soldier, gazing down.
Cherry’s cheeks burned in the darkness. “Yes. I know that.”
“I won’t be doing it again.”
“Alright.”
“You ought to go to bed. It’s rather late, isn’t it?”
It was clear that despite, or perhaps because of how much Titus had enjoyed it (Cherry was quite sure he had, he must have, for Cherry had done an excellent job) Cherry had been lowered irreversibly in his esteem. It was the sort of thing he ought to have considered before he launched himself at him. Wouldn't it have been easier to leave off? Titus hadn’t even really wanted it, had he. And now it would always from then on be something he had done, and Cherry would forever be to blame, and surely would not be allowed to forget, for as long as they remained here together.
Consequences! Cherry wished uselessly, as he rose onto shaking legs and retreated, his own erection unflagging between his legs, that one day he might at last learn to recall their existence before, and not after, he made a choice he could not take back.
Re: FILL: Never have I ever, Apsley Cherry-Garrard/Lawrence Oates, E, Virginity/inexperience
(Anonymous) 2023-05-13 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Never have I ever, Apsley Cherry-Garrard/Lawrence Oates, E, Virginity/inexperience
(Anonymous) 2023-05-13 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)the joke presented itself even to Cherry, who so often was told he missed the obvious. hahaha.
Re: FILL: Never have I ever, Apsley Cherry-Garrard/Lawrence Oates, E, Virginity/inexperience
(Anonymous) 2023-05-13 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)