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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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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.
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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: will you love me tomorrow, Hurley/James, E, sexual harassment, dubious consent 3/3
(Anonymous) 2024-12-28 10:05 am (UTC)(link)These worries are plaguing him still as he downs the dregs of his third drink. Hurley says something he doesn’t quite catch among the chatter of other guests and the soft piano music.
“Pardon?”
“Would you like to see my hotel room?”
“I thought you lived in the city,” says James.
“I do.”
All the way to Hurley’s room James keeps up a nervous chatter about how it must be nice to stay in a different place for a little while, even if you haven’t gone away from home - home as in the city that is, not home as in the house. Although does Hurley think of London as being his home, given that he is an Australian? He certainly thought of Cambridge as home for a little while although -
Hurley opens the door to his room, and James follows him inside. He looks around dutifully.
“It’s splendid,” he says, truthfully. “It’s a very lovely room.”
The room is large, far larger and far, far more lavish than James’s actual bedroom. Even though the room is so large, Hurley stands close beside him.
“Oh, I’ve got the - “ James turns to face him, clutching his briefcase to his chest and patting it. “I’ve brought the… stuff.”
Hurley chuckles.
“I could tell. I’m only surprised it wasn’t intercepted by a spy from the Eastern bloc, the way you were guarding it.
James opens and closes his mouth several times.
“Get dressed,” says Hurley, gesturing to the bathroom. “Oh, and take these.”
He takes a pair of stockings from his inside breast pocket, and tosses them over to James, who does not manage to catch them. James is alarmed at Hurley’s recklessness, carrying such compromising items around with him, but awfully impressed at his daring. He picks up the stockings from the thick carpet and retreats to the bathroom.
He is a little more experienced in how to dress himself than before, but also a little tipsy, and this averages out to the same amount of clumsiness. He looks in the mirror, unsure what Hurley wants to see in him. His face is very red, and he tries to smooth down his hair, which is reasserting its natural height and unruliness. He hasn’t really thought this far ahead. He just wants to please Hurley and for Hurley not to stop touching him. Are they going to kiss? Will he like it if they do?
He slips back into the bedroom, only to see Hurley standing at the foot of the bed, tinkering with some kind of camera. He looks up, and wolf-whistles, while James looks down at his stockinged feet, abashed.
“Lovely. Pop on the bed, will you, Jimmy.”
“What’s… what’s all this?” says James, looking at the camera cautiously.
“You don’t mind, do you?” asks Hurley, as casually as if he were requesting permission to smoke.
“No,” says James, nonplussed, “No, of course not.”
“Marvellous.”
James climbs onto the bed, and Hurley grins.
“Lovely, James. Look at you. Now, do exactly as I tell you.”
What follows is a bit of a blur, as Hurley guides James in how to position his body, where to look and what on earth he should do with his face. James is sure he’s a terrible model, but he does his best. The trickiest part is that with the soft fabric over his prick, and the gentle touches from Hurley to guide his body into the right pose, he’s in constant danger of getting hard. It comes as a relief when Hurley tells him to relax, and starts fiddling with the camera.
“All right,” says Hurley, going to the wardrobe, “Now this one.”
He pulls out something powdery blue, hangs it over his arm and thrusts it at James. James blinks in confusion. He wants to ask some more questions, but Hurley seems so assured, so absolutely natural that perhaps James has missed something obvious.
The second outfit is a little nighty with a fluffy trim, and a fancy ladies’ dressing gown in the same translucent material with more fluffy stuff. As James poses for the second set of photographs the feathery bits tickle him in a way that is more pleasant than uncomfortable, but still makes him squirm.
As before, Hurley asks for him to assume some embarrassing postures, but seems quite pleased with the results. He hums happily to himself as he goes back to the wardrobe.
“One more,” he tells him, cheerfully.
James emerges from the bathroom for the third time in some confusion. The bra of this white underwear is all joined up with the girdle and he can’t fathom how to get the thing on. Hurley reassures him as he helps him into the garment, telling him how well he’s done with the outfits so far, how super the pictures will be. James nods, unsure how else to respond, and worried about how his body is reacting to Hurley’s hands on his body, and the way he tugs the corset lacings tighter around his waist. It had been easier to hide his half-hard cock under the nighty but now he’s in knickers again his erection is unfortunately apparent.
Hurley comes back to the front of him, looking him up and down.
“Sorry,” says James, miserably. He goes to cross his hands over his crotch, but Hurley gently takes hold of his wrists and pulls them apart.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Hurley, looking up at him reassuringly. “Happens to us all. We’ll get these photos done double pace.”
James can hardly think, his mind is preoccupied with his heartbeat in his chest, the pulse of arousal in his prick, and the click click click of Hurley’s camera shutter. When Hurley tells him to relax, James flops back on the bed, the relief of not having to stay in awkward positions trumping the relief that would be getting out of the tight clothes. He hears movement beside him, but doesn’t realise until Hurley is right in front of him that Hurley has removed his trousers.
“Hello,” says James, then feels foolish for having managed to say something and nothing at all at the same time.
Hurley shuffles between James’s legs. He realises now that Hurley has taken off his underpants as well - James can see the head of his cock as his shirttails ride up. James isn’t sure what to do, but Hurley is looking at him reassuringly, and he moves James’s legs wider and further back with the same care he had taken over the poses for photographs. Hurley’s erection presses against the crotch of James’s underwear. He rubs his cock there, thrusting his hips so it rubs James’s balls and and the base of his prick.
James can’t help but cry out - it’s only partly the surprise: mostly it’s just nice to have someone touching him there. And Hurley is hard too, so he must want to do this to James. He must like the way he looks, or something else about him. If James has to dress up like this for Hurley every time so they can do this, he doesn’t mind.
Hurley leans forward over James’s body, grabbing where the underwear turns his chest into tits. He presses his head into James’s neck. James feels his open mouth there, and wonders if Hurley is going to kiss him, and he sort of does, because he starts to suck and bite him, which hurts, but James doesn’t mind. It feels nice, as if Hurley can’t help but want to taste more of him.
Now that Hurley’s body is pressed against him completely there’s more pressure on James’s cock. He knows from dirty jokes that it would be embarrassing to come too soon, so he holds back, even as he can’t help himself from rutting up against Hurley.
At last, Hurley groans and his hips stutter. Certain this must at last be his sign to let go, James closes his eyes and gives in to the pleasure that’s been building and building, and lies back as his cock pulses fluid into his underwear.
He expects, when he opens his eyes, to see Hurley with a soft, delighted look in his eyes, like a man in a film. But Hurley is looking down between them, where their combined semen soaks the white fabric of James’s knickers. Then he pulls away. James watches as Hurley pulls his underpants back on, humming a little tune to himself.
“You’d best clean yourself up and pop your togs back on,” says Hurley, turning back to James as he rebuttons his trousers. His customary grin is plastered on his face. “Shall I call you a cab?”
James heaves himself up from the bed and shuffles off to the bathroom, mumbling something about the Bakerloo line.