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free-for-all prompt post

So, this is, as a test, the first free-for all prompt post. The place for people to post their more extreme kink requests or any prompts that they have been made too uncomfortable to post on the regular prompt post due to the large amount of requests for trigger warnings.

I am also, as a test as well, going to copy prompts from the other prompt posts that have to be screened due to lack of warnings, but don't break the rules, into this post since no one has ever reposted a screened prompt and it was mentioned in the discussion of this idea that it might be because people were afraid to/put-off.

I, as mod, am all kinds of supportive of people who have triggers, but the meme needs to be a place for everyone and I can't just protect one side and keep the other feeling uncomfortable.

There will be no mandatory trigger warnings on this post. I cannot possibly stress this enough. This does not mean that people aren't allowed to use them if they want to, or as a courtesy, but they are not required.

So I implore you, if you have triggers, are easily triggered, please tread carefully and maybe avoid this post all together. Because there will also not be any trigger warning requests or screening for triggers on this post. If you look through it anyway, that is your own responsibility.

The rules of the other prompt posts, which are as follows, still apply.

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No kink-shaming
Be respectful to everyone
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Keep the discussions on the prompt post to a minimum and use the discussion post instead.

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I can imagine the poor man feels that way a lot!

Thanks! I always try to add a little Treville to my stories. He's so great.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1896174

Hope I've hit close to what you wanted, OP! (no pun intended)

In a modern au, it seems kind of obvious to me that Athos may resort to something a bit stronger than alcohol to block out his demons. Maybe after a particularly tough mission, or after a confrontation with Milady, he goes a bit too far, and the others find him just in time. Drama ensues.

Oh please yes!!!!

Milady wants one last revenge session with Athos before she disappears for good. She captures him, ties him down and proceeds to have her way with him and break him down in the most humiliating ways possible.

I want her to know exactly how to drive Athos up the wall with pleasure in spite of himself, know exactly what will make him scream and how to make him squirm and laugh. She exploits all of his weaknesses mercilessly.

Athos can grudgingly like it but it's not completely consensual.

I can't believe this has been done yet. I don't feel even a little bit guilty for wanting it.

Hot damn. I didn't know how much I needed this until right now. I'm now craving some more Milady/Athos dubcon and this is a beautiful prompt! I'll be watching this spot like a hawk.

*.* I want everything about this. Seconded.

Porthos looked at the lines of pain and exhaustion on Athos' face and immediately regretted sharing his concerns. The last thing Athos needed right now was to be puzzling over things. "Get some sleep. I'll find out what's going on with Aramis. He's probably just worked up over what happened." Athos didn't look as though he agreed, but he was fortunately too weary to protest. By the time Porthos had reached the other side of the room, Athos was already falling back to sleep.

Porthos closed the door quietly and turned to find the last person he expected waiting for him. He was too stunned for a moment to speak.

If anything, Aramis looked worse than Athos. He spoke first. "I am sorry, my friend. I should not have struck you."

It's all right."

Aramis' jaw tightened. "No. It's not."

Porthos risked taking half a step nearer to him. "Aramis, please. Won't you tell me what's wrong?"

Aramis wrapped his arms around himself and stared down at the dirty flag stones. "Can we not talk about it. Just let it go, Porthos. Please."

"And if I agree? Will you at least see Athos?"

"Not now," said Aramis, quickly.

Porthos regarded him sadly. "How can I let this go? Whatever it is, it's destroying us."

"And what if talking about it only makes it worse?"

Porthos tried to make it easier for him. "I know that something happened. I'm not talking about Athos getting hurt. Something else. Something happened to you?"

Aramis didn't say anything.

"You said you made a choice. What did you choose, Aramis?"

"I chose to save Athos."

"Is that why you're angry with him? Because it was to save him?"

Aramis shook his head and turned his face away, clearly too distraught to speak.

Porthos closed the last of the distance between them and lightly touched Aramis' arm. He could feel Aramis shaking. "Aramis?" Porthos stared in dismay as Aramis ducked out from under his hand, sliding down the wall and burying his head in his folded arms. Aramis' shoulders shook harder with the force of his anguish.

Porthos dropped to his knees beside him. Aramis reached out and Porthos took his friend in his arms without hesitation. "Whatever you want. If you don't want to talk about it we won't. Please, Aramis." Porthos hardly knew what he was saying. He only knew it was tearing him apart to see his friend this way.

Aramis wrenched away from him suddenly. Rubbing harshly at his face, he spat out the words as though they scalded his tongue. "I sold myself. There, I said it. I sold myself for a needle and thread. I got down on my knees and let them fu-"

Porthos instinctively put his hand over Aramis' mouth to silence the horror of the truth before it could spill forth. He stared at Aramis and gentled his hand, stroking Aramis' face even as tears flowed down his own cheeks. "No. No. No," he moaned, shaking his head in denial. "No, Aramis. No."

Aramis pressed his cheek into Porthos' large hand and held it there.

Porthos drew Aramis close and kissed his forehead, resting his lips there as he spoke. "I would that they were still alive, so I could make them pay for what they have done to you. They died too quickly by my hand. If I had but known-" Porthos drew back a little, cupping Aramis' face between his hands.

"I do not regret it," said Aramis. There was a wildness to his gaze as he looked at Porthos. "And I would do it again without hesitation to save his life."

"I know."

"Or for you," said Aramis. "I would make that choice for you."

Porthos couldn't stem the tears that flowed down his face. "I know you would." He pulled Aramis back into an embrace with a choked sound of grief. "I know you would."

They sat like that for some time. When they finally drew apart, Aramis voiced his willingness to sit with Athos. "But he must not know of this."

"Aramis-"

"-No," said Aramis. "Athos carries enough darkness within him. I will not add to his burden. This was my choice."

"He'll want to know why you've been avoiding him, and why you hit me. He's not going to believe that you were just upset."

"I will think of something. But I want your word that you won't say anything."

"I won't lie to him," said Porthos. "But unless he asks outright, I won't speak of it."

Aramis didn't look entirely happy with this answer, but he said no more. Getting to his feet, he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"You might want to clean up a bit before you go in there,"said Porthos.

"Is there water in the room?"

"Yeah. You could do it in there if you're quick and quiet about it. He was close to being asleep when I left. He must have gone off by now."

Aramis straightened up and walked to the door. He glanced back at Porthos, who smiled encouragingly. Aramis drew in a breath and opened it, stepping inside and closing it behind him.

No sooner was Aramis out of sight, Porthos put his hands to his face and wept anew.

Porthos looked at the lines of pain and exhaustion on Athos' face and immediately regretted sharing his concerns. The last thing Athos needed right now was to be puzzling over things. "Get some sleep. I'll find out what's going on with Aramis. He's probably just worked up over what happened." Athos didn't look as though he agreed, but he was fortunately too weary to protest. By the time Porthos had reached the other side of the room, Athos was already falling back to sleep.

Porthos closed the door quietly and turned to find the last person he expected waiting for him. He was too stunned for a moment to speak.

If anything, Aramis looked worse than Athos. He spoke first. "I am sorry, my friend. I should not have struck you."

It's all right."

Aramis' jaw tightened. "No. It's not."

Porthos risked taking half a step nearer to him. "Aramis, please. Won't you tell me what's wrong?"

Aramis wrapped his arms around himself and stared down at the dirty flag stones. "Can we not talk about it. Just let it go, Porthos. Please."

"And if I agree? Will you at least see Athos?"

"Not now," said Aramis, quickly.

Porthos regarded him sadly. "How can I let this go? Whatever it is, it's destroying us."

"And what if talking about it only makes it worse?"

Porthos tried to make it easier for him. "I know that something happened. I'm not talking about Athos getting hurt. Something else. Something happened to you?"

Aramis didn't say anything.

"You said you made a choice. What did you choose, Aramis?"

"I chose to save Athos."

"Is that why you're angry with him? Because it was to save him?"

Aramis shook his head and turned his face away, clearly too distraught to speak.

Porthos closed the last of the distance between them and lightly touched Aramis' arm. He could feel Aramis shaking. "Aramis?" Porthos stared in dismay as Aramis ducked out from under his hand, sliding down the wall and burying his head in his folded arms. Aramis' shoulders shook harder with the force of his anguish.

Porthos dropped to his knees beside him. Aramis reached out and Porthos took his friend in his arms without hesitation. "Whatever you want. If you don't want to talk about it we won't. Please, Aramis." Porthos hardly knew what he was saying. He only knew it was tearing him apart to see his friend this way.

Aramis wrenched away from him suddenly. Rubbing harshly at his face, he spat out the words as though they scalded his tongue. "I sold myself. There, I said it. I sold myself for a needle and thread. I got down on my knees and let them fu-"

Porthos instinctively put his hand over Aramis' mouth to silence the horror of the truth before it could spill forth. He stared at Aramis and gentled his hand, stroking Aramis' face even as tears flowed down his own cheeks. "No. No. No," he moaned, shaking his head in denial. "No, Aramis. No."

Aramis pressed his cheek into Porthos' large hand and held it there.

Porthos drew Aramis close and kissed his forehead, resting his lips there as he spoke. "I would that they were still alive, so I could make them pay for what they have done to you. They died too quickly by my hand. If I had but known-" Porthos drew back a little, cupping Aramis' face between his hands.

"I do not regret it," said Aramis. There was a wildness to his gaze as he looked at Porthos. "And I would do it again without hesitation to save his life."

"I know."

"Or for you," said Aramis. "I would make that choice for you."

Porthos couldn't stem the tears that flowed down his face. "I know you would." He pulled Aramis back into an embrace with a choked sound of grief. "I know you would."

They sat like that for some time. When they finally drew apart, Aramis voiced his willingness to sit with Athos. "But he must not know of this."

"Aramis-"

"-No," said Aramis. "Athos carries enough darkness within him. I will not add to his burden. This was my choice."

"He'll want to know why you've been avoiding him, and why you hit me. He's not going to believe that you were just upset."

"I will think of something. But I want your word that you won't say anything."

"I won't lie to him," said Porthos. "But unless he asks outright, I won't speak of it."

Aramis didn't look entirely happy with this answer, but he said no more. Getting to his feet, he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"You might want to clean up a bit before you go in there,"said Porthos.

"Is there water in the room?"

"Yeah. You could do it in there if you're quick and quiet about it. He was close to being asleep when I left. He must have gone off by now."

Aramis walked over to the door. He glanced back at Porthos, who gave him an encouraging nod. Aramis sucked in a sharp breath and opened it. Stepping inside the room he shut the door behind him.

No sooner was Aramis out of sight, Porthos put his hands to his face and wept anew.

That was perfect! Tender, heartbreaking, cathartic, even, in its way. Oh, I'm so glad you updated. I was worried about our boys.

Thank you! I was worried it was a bit too weepy.

There has been some evidence in the series that these men do express their sorrow, at least when they're alone or in each other's presence. I thought whether they're soldiers or not, something as terrible as this might overwhelm them.

It's been a long time since a new musketeer joined the company. Some shady musketeers decide to let d'Artagnan go through a ceremony into the brotherhood. D'Artagnan wants to bond with other men than the three Inseperables, so he gladly joins the group of musketeers who soon will show their predatory faces.

Rape or non-con touches shock d'Artagnan into tears and extreme hurt until his real friends Athos/Porthos/Aramis discover the atrocities and have their revenge on their supposed 'brothers', and d'Artagnan receivces comforting. Naturally, the offenders get fired and arrested.

Truly beautifully done.

I would love a story set in the bdsm verse (not the alpha, beta, omega-verse) where:

Constance is a dom with her two subs Athos and d'Artagnan. She is very strict (but loving) and keeps her boys on a strict leash. Porthos, her bf and fellow dom, has a sub Aramis whom he spoils terribly. Only, Aramis secretly craves a firmer hand. He wants Porthos to have as high expectations and standards for him as Constance has for her subs. When Porthos eventually does put him through a "Constanceapproved training period" Aramis finds it super challenging but ultimately rewarding.

Bonus for:

- On the spot punishments (not waiting until they get home) with some mild humilation
- Constance slapping Aramis (with Porthos approval)
- Athos and d'Art kneeling by her feet, content asshe occasionalky pets them
- Mouthsoaping and corner time for Aramis,rather than the spanking he'd expected/hoped for
- Aramis being made to apologize to Constance for being disrespectful
- Constance being awesome and her subs being obedient and worshipping
- Porthos being loving and dominant but clueless
- Aramis being spoiled butearnest and willing to serve and obey his dom

Thank you :)

Historically inaccurate, but since the show is too...

For whatever reason, the Queen and Treville decide they must bring the Cardinal's treasonous attempt to kill Anne to light and tell the king. Perhaps the Cardinal has another plot they've discovered that has harmed the Musketeers. Perhaps something else. Louis is panicked and conflicted at first, but with encouragement from Anne and Treville, decides he is ready to truly rule and that he is now ready to be the one to decide what is best for France.

The Cardinal is either executed, or locked away in isolation, never to be heard from again.

Hope to see more of this one. :)

Oh good lord yes. I'd be all over this if I had time.

Working on it! I'm just juggling time with some other wip's.

Intriguing.

The Silenced Mind, Aramis/Athos, NC17.

Sorry if this came out more angsty and more D/S-y that you were after but once I got the idea into my head, it wouldn't let me go :)

Aramis is so damn pretty and sensual in whatever he does, unfortunately some bad guys also notice this and kidnap him one night when he's leaving the tavern. The bad guys are 'procurers of fine-goods' for various mysterious and insanely wealthy clients, one of whom has paid them to procure some new pretty 'flesh' for his personal collection.

The other Inseparables manage to find and rescue Aramis before the bad guys can ship him out of the city. Unfortunately they find that Aramis has been dosed with a special drug that causes 'Heat-like' symptoms. So when Porthos and the others find Aramise he's naked, sweaty and delirious with need, moaning and writhing, begging to be touched and fucked like a yowling cat in heat.

There is no antidote for the drug, they'll just have to wait for the drug to work itself out of his system, which will take several days. What ever shall they do until then?

Yip, I got to be reading this

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Re: OT3 - Athos wants to be punished- FILLED

Modern AU- Athos Overdoses

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Milady/Athos - Noncon or Dubcon, tickle torture, forced orgasm

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FILL: 3/? Re: forced prostitution

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D'Artagnan, non-con initiation by 'frat'-musketeers, h/c

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bdsm-verse

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Richelieu's Treason comes to light

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Re: Milady/Athos - Noncon or Dubcon, tickle torture, forced orgasm

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Fill: The Silenced Mind (Aramis/Any, blowjobs, choking)

Drugged and horny Aramis (Portamis, OCs/Aramis, everyone/Aramis)

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