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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: possess one world, Scott/Shackleton, M, pre-expedition anonymous hook-up
(Anonymous) 2023-06-22 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)Con had known he was pushing his luck in even approaching him. The fellow was handsome, brooding. Byronic, even.
"No," he had said, and Con's heart thrilled with a queer mingling of fear and arousal. "But if you're agreeable I'll see if there's a free bed."
And now they are here, in a dingy upstairs room in the kind of house men like them can go, men who take their pleasure where they can.
The prospect of his next appointment has filled Con with an urgent need and the drive to satisfy it. He rests a hand on the stranger's shoulder, lets the man lie back as Con pushes himself vigorously up and down on his cock, feeling like a firing piston in some arcane machine.
The man's cock is a wonderfully thick one - in fact, he is thick all over. The stranger is the kind of man Con compares himself to with unbecoming jealousy in his petty naval grievances, yet with a lust that almost alarms him in the bedroom. He is broader than Con, perhaps not by much, but enough to give an impression of solidity, strength, permanence. He has a strong jaw, but that face which seemed set in a scowl when Con first approached has relaxed into a surprised almost-smirk, heavy brows lifting over eyes that smile more than the rest of his face.
Con seizes both his shoulders now, trying to force the man as far inside him as possible. He wants to feel this later, wants to remember him. He knows his next appointment will be a long and isolating one, and that he must store up in his memory a great cave of wonders that might his passions in such solitude. He grips the man harder, enjoying the feel of strong muscle in his hands. He feels he can grasp as hard as he likes and never hurt him, never even phase him. There's thick hair all the way up the stranger's arms, up onto his shoulders where Con's pelt own peters out into freckled flesh. He wonders at how something so manly can verge on the bestial.
A couple in one of the adjoining rooms start up vocally, one talking filth, the other whining and whimpering like an animal.
"Take it you little slut. I'll fuck your cunt till it splits right open," growls one.
"Mmfph, yes, ahh fuck, please - " chants his partner in ecstatic litany.
Con wonders if the stranger had been hoping for something of the sort from him. If so, he is sure to disappoint him. Talking at these private moments doesn't come naturally to him, and an adolescence of close quarters with his shipmates has instilled the virtue of silence. He feels his face flushing and hopes his partner does not reckon him a poor bet.
But the man misinterprets his embarrassment, chuckling instead at his expense. It is a deep and filthy sound, resounding through the man's belly and rattling Con pleasantly on his perch.
"Not used to blue talk, eh?" he teases, hands drifting up to rest at Con's waist. Con wants to insist otherwise - he is sailor after all, with all the linguistic worldliness the profession implies. But he distracts himself by how nicely the man strokes at his hips, by how pleasant it is to hear him speak. Con had thought his accent the King's English when they first spoke - a pleasant surprise given the man's rough appearance. These dalliances are safer when one meet another on equal footing, after. Now he isn't so sure - there's a rhythm to the man's voice that is out of step with his own, an unfamiliar lilt to certain words. If he were better with accents he might hazard a guess, as it is the difference merely adds a frisson.
The man's appreciation of his body gives Con licence enough, he thinks, to take some liberties of his own. His hands slip down onto a broad chest, grasping at the muscle there. It is substantial, two pronounced mounds of flesh. Enough flesh to make a bosom for the young ladies to envy, if they also desired their chests to be furred with thick black hair, glistening with two men's combined perspiration. And who knew what the young ladies were dreaming of, in this day and age?
He drags his thumbs through the hair to expose the man's nipples. They are oddly girlish on so hale a fellow - pink and flat where Con's own brown pair stand proudly out. They are shyly folded in on themselves, like unblown roses. Con caresses them and the stranger groans, low and satisfied like a purring cat.
The man's hands reach further round Con to grab his arse, seizing a buttock in each hand with an appreciative sigh.
"Where can we find two better hemispheres," the stranger murmurs, "without sharp north, without declining west?"
Con pinches a nipple. It hardens, threatening to emerge.
"Beg pardon?"
With his other hand he grasps as much the stranger's chest hair in his fiat as he can, and gives it an experimental tug.
"Donne."
The reply is little more than a strangled gasp.
"Oh."
Beads of sweat run down the stranger's torso. Much of it clings to the dark hair and stays there, but some of these tributaries find their way to the cleft of his chest, forming a sly little rivulet in between. Con leans forward, smelling the odd musk of an unfamiliar body, feeling hair brush his lips. He laps at their shared sweat. Salty; like a ghost of the brine of the sea.
Re: FILL: possess one world, Scott/Shackleton, M, pre-expedition anonymous hook-up
(Anonymous) 2023-06-22 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)