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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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Re: FILL: Funhouse Mirror, Kathleen/Wilson, E, hatesex [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2023-09-26 12:13 am (UTC)(link)“You are maddening.”
“The way I see it, as the daughter of a clergyman myself, is that God helps those who help themselves.”
Bill flexed his leg muscles to extricate himself, coaxing her back onto the bed with one arm on her shoulder and the other cupping her back. Delicately, he laid her down and himself on top. “You’re all force and no finesse. Is that what you do to your clay? Mash at it relentlessly?” He must have been filled with need, but Kathleen would give him this: even if he was no saint, he had the patience of one.
“What rot! You enjoyed me immensely.”
“Anyone can do what you just did. True art is about observation, practice, and reaction.”
“You-” then she gasped, for he swiped his fingers just over a spot beside her breast, between two ribs, where she happened to be intensely ticklish.
“Observation.” His hand swirled round her pert breast, then he gently cupped it and gave it a squeeze. “Practice.” His ministrations continued at her bust as his other hand travelled south, over her sensitive stomach, and her breathing quickened. “Reaction.” She jolted as Bill’s pointer finger dipped into her aching slit.
“Fuck you,” Kathleen sighed out in rapturous exhale.
“If you insist.”
She wanted to slap him. “Shut up,” she said, undignified, and guided his stupid ginger head down where she needed him.
As he understood the request, he started “Ah, this, too, is-” but she jerked his head into her mound and rubbed herself up on him mercilessly. A ragged, taunting “Observe…” was all Kathleen could manage, as his warm tongue dug into her greedily. Bill raked his hands up and down her thighs, her stomach, clutching at her hips as she tore his hair in her agony. Despite herself, she had to admit it did feel more artful than when Con did this. There was more of a pattern—he was better at matching her own movements like clockwork, and her ramping joy felt deeper and longer. She was a marionette on strings, and ever so happy to go where led.
A loud cry brought her to her climax, and Bill immediately sprung up and kissed her, forcing her to taste herself off his lips.
“Have you had enough yet?” He asked, so smugly that Kathleen almost did slap him.
Instead, she bucked herself up, forcing herself past her post-orgasmic bonelessness because she could not let him get away with this. He was going to be alone with the man they both loved for a long time, and she had to burn her memory into both of them, to keep them warm with it in the cold. With a grunt, she flipped him over and straddled his ridiculously waspish waist.
“No. You’re not finished, Bill.”
Indeed, his mast was still high, making its presence felt behind her against her bum. He wanted to leave it, Kathleen was sure; ironically, Bill would probably get off on her being unable to finish him. He was exactly the sort of joyless Mrs Grundy who derived pleasure from pain, and he had grown a big head from others celebrating him for it. She was going to pulverise him down into the bed. Divide him into his individual cells.
“Surely you don’t want me to come inside you?” He said, aghast.
“No.” Kathleen produced a condom she’d secreted out of her coat pocket. “You’re quite right, the risk of you becoming the father of my next son—however slight—” She did not know whether it was he or Oriana who was the cause of that couple’s misfortune where begetting children was concerned. “—is not one I’m willing to take.”
“You’re a horrible woman, Kathleen Scott.”
Cheeks flushed with a perverse pride, Kathleen slid down on top of and enveloped Bill’s prick. Groaning slightly, he held onto her waist as she rocked up and down. Kathleen was not tender. Bill did not want her to be. The mattress springs shrieked in protest as they went at each other, each hanging on for dear life and determined not to be the one to let go. Leaning forward, Kathleen rubbed herself up against Bill’s pubic bone as he thrust up. With her breasts now closer, Bill could reach up and twist her nipples attentively.
As a result, they both came at once.
They had to lay there for a moment, catatonic. Neither had anything much to say. Kathleen was both pleased and dismayed with herself. Bill Wilson was everything and nothing like she thought he would be. Uncompromising yet searching, righteous yet with a curious tendency for self-reflection. An absolute nightmare hiding a careful lover.
“I have an inkling of what he might see in you, now.”
“Oh?”
“You’re decisive. He needs that.”
Kathleen rolled over and stared at Bill, who was still lying spreadeagled over the bed and looking up at the ceiling. Decisiveness. Art. Hidden reserves of strength. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror, and that truth made her want to retch.
“You’ll take good care of him, won’t you?” It hurt her to ask this.
“I will.” To his credit, he did not gloat.
A few minutes later found Kathleen fully-dressed on the threshold. By way of farewell, she reached out her hand and said “Let’s never do this again.”
“Agreed,” Bill nodded, shook her hand, and then slammed the door.
Re: FILL: Funhouse Mirror, Kathleen/Wilson, E, hatesex [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2023-09-26 09:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Funhouse Mirror, Kathleen/Wilson, E, hatesex [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2023-09-27 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)And EVERYTHING about this para:
"Bill Wilson closed the distance between them in two strides of his long legs, which Kathleen always found reminiscent of a wading bird—a very ugly creature. His face was more beautiful, and his expressionless eyes looked down his long straight nose at her. “I say,” he began, and then kissed her on the lips, close-mouthed. A cruel little peck. “That I quite honestly haven’t the foggiest idea what he sees in you.” "
WILD APPLAUSE, ANON, WILD APPLAUSE
The ending though, is just chef's kiss -- because at the end of it all loving Scott is their weird truce, the grudging trust that the other will make him happy...