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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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FILL: Tightly Packed, Taff Evans/Scott, E
(Anonymous) 2023-09-25 09:57 am (UTC)(link)“Alright, sir?” Evans asks tentatively.
“Evans? Is that you?”
“Aye, it’s me. Need a hand?”
Scott sighs and shifts his feet. It wiggles his arse invitingly, flat as it is. Well, who can blame him for looking? Between the kids and the affair Lois hadn’t been particularly keen for months.
At sea, though. There was always someone at sea. Unusual that it should be the captain, but Scott wasn’t a usual man.
“Unless,” Evans says slowly, taking stock of the way Scott’s back moves as he inhales sharply. The way he moves, as if he has more than enough room to wriggle back out the way he came in. “Unless,” he says again, more sure of himself, “you would like me to help in another way.”
“Please,” Scott says. Gasps, really, desperate and wanton. Evans feels his cock twitch. Like a girl, Captain Scott is, all soft blue eyes filled with tears and a smile that men want to come home to. Evans clocked him as soon as he saw him, the way his eyes lingered on his bulging biceps and the thick spread of his ribs. Back on Discovery Scott came to rely on his strength, and by the time the Crevasse happened, they knew each other. They knew each other that night, in a way, when he and Lashly brought Scott off with hands and mouths in the tent as Evans rutted against Scott’s backside, sliding his cock tantalizingly close to his entrance in a satisfying imitation of what they both really wanted.
Evans makes quick work of his captain’s trouser fastenings and pulls them down to his knees. “You know, sir, you could have sent for me. I’d have come. You know I would’ve.”
“I know, but I need—“
Evans runs a thick finger down to Scott’s hole, prodding at the tight ring of muscle. He half expected Scott to have worked himself open, left himself greased and dripping for Evans to find him. “You want a big, common seaman to have his way with you?”
“Please,” Scott whimpers. “I just… use me, Evans. Have me, when all I can do is take it.”
“All I’ve got is spit to ease the way, Captain.”
“In my pocket. There’s—"
“Ah, you’re gagging for it, aren’t you sir?”
“I’ve been thinking about it since the crevasse, Evans. Now please, just—"
“It’s been years, sir. We’re both married men.”
“Rules are different at sea. You must know that.” He does, never mind that they’re still in port.
“Aye, I do,” Evans says, and he presses two slick fingers into Scott’s willing hole. He’s tight and it must be hurting him, the way Evans shoves his fingers inside, fucking him quick and ruthless. He’ll stop as soon as Scott asks—if he asks—but Evans knows he won’t. He knows his captain. He knows what he needs.
And so he pulls his fingers out, wipes them on the leg of his trousers and says, “You’ll be having me now,” before he pushes his cock in. Scott’s wail is at odds with the way he relaxes his hole, muscles slack enough to take Evans’s cock to the hilt. He fucks him like he did with his fingers, hard and fast. He wishes he could see Scott’s eyes. They’d be teary by now, wet with ecstasy and gratitude and it would make Evans feel like a king.
“How long were you waiting like that, sir? Would you have let any bluejacket fuck you like this, sir?”
Scott’s voice is muffled by the crates and, it sounds, by his own fist in his mouth. “I knew you’d come, Evans,” he pants. “You always come when I need you.”
Well, who is Evans to deny him? He pretends it’s the tight clench of Scott around him instead of the hot rush of affection that drives him to his climax. He pulls out just in time to paint Scott’s back with his seed. The sight is obscene, his captain covered in his come, and he barely registers yanking Scott out of the crates, flipping him over, and swallowing his cock down, keen as mustard. There’s no denying the affection between them now, not with Scott’s girlish flush and watery blue-violet eyes. Not with the way he bucks into Evans’s mouth, hands grasping at his hair, his shoulders, like he’s searching for an anchor. Well, Scott won’t have to search anymore, will he? Evans is here now, and he’ll see this whole show through by his captain’s side.
Re: FILL: Tightly Packed, Taff Evans/Scott, E
(Anonymous) 2023-09-25 10:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Tightly Packed, Taff Evans/Scott, E
(Anonymous) 2023-09-25 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)this is excellent!