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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.

No wank
No kink-shaming
Be respectful to everyone
As lenient as we'll be on this post, prompts containing people under the age of 16 in sexual situations will still not be accepted.
The mod is not your babysitter
Keep the discussions on the prompt post to a minimum and use the discussion post instead.


Announcement: A blanket spoiler warning is necessary for prompts pertaining to season 2. Just season 2 Spoilers in the subject line will do.


From: (Anonymous)
Aramis tugged at the cuffs, the metal digging into his skin and causing old scabs on his wrists to start bleeding again. Warm blood trickled down his forearms. He growled in frustration but didn’t stop.

“Aramis,” came a stern voice from another part of the cell. Aramis looked up and saw Athos sitting against the wall calmly. He too had metal cuffs around his wrists but he wasn’t trying to escape.

“I can’t stand it,” Aramis hissed. Whilst Athos understood his friend’s frustration, Athos himself had long since come to accept the fact that they wouldn’t be escaping unless someone came to rescue them. For Aramis that wasn’t an acceptable conclusion. “I can’t just sit here!” He pulled at the chains again.

“You’re just going to hurt yourself,” said the other voice. Porthos was there as well, just as cold, tired and hungry as the other two. “Stop.”

Aramis sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the cell like he was hoping for some divine intervention. “I have to keep trying,” he explained. “I can’t just sit here like you two are. I need to see the stars again.” Whilst it sounded like an accusation the other two didn’t take it that way. They knew from experience that Aramis couldn’t stand being trapped.

“Even if you did manage to eventually cut your wrists so much that your hands fall off and you can slide free from those cuffs....” Porthos mumbled. “....I still don’t think you’re quite skinny and starved enough to slip through the metal bars of the cell.”

“Maybe wait a couple of more days and he will be,” Athos said. Their rather morbid conversation did manage to make Aramis smile at least.

Suddenly there was a noise and they all sat up. Footsteps walking down the corridor. Soon there was a man on the other side of the iron bars. He was as tall as Porthos with unbrushed hair that hung around his face. Perhaps he could have been considered handsome but he mostly just looked dirty. He had come earlier to pass a bucket around for bladder relief. This time he was holding a set of keys in one hand and a jug in the other.

“If any of you try somethin’ funny, you won’t be getting no water,” he said in a strange accent which none of them could place. They all sat still as he unlocked the door of the cell and left the keys in the lock. They couldn’t do much anyway being tied up in the way that they were, metal cuffs attached to links in the floor of their cell which didn’t allow them much room to move about.

He went over to Athos first who glared at him but opened his mouth and accepted the water as it was poured out of the jug. Most of it fell over his chin and down his chest, but he did manage to get some down his dry throat. The man lifted the jug upright again once he had decided that Athos had his fill and walked over to Aramis. Athos suddenly wasn’t able to keep quiet any longer.

“Are you ever going to tell us why you’re keeping us here? Why didn’t you and the men just kill us?”

“Why would I kill you, my little crested larks?” came the reply from the stranger. He stood over Aramis and smiled down at him. It made Aramis shiver, remembering what had happened the time the man had been in their cell before.

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They all had to kneel in front of the bucket as their chains wouldn’t let them stand. Athos had refused to go, Porthos didn’t have a problem with it but Aramis found it difficult. His bladder was full but having the man standing there and watching made it difficult to pee. It really didn't help when the man knelt down beside him and reached out for his cock.

“What are you doing?!” Aramis asked, trying to shuffle away on his knees.

“Let me help you,” the man said, with a filthy grin on his face, he stared down at Aramis’ cock and licked his lips. Aramis shook his head furiously.

“Leave him alone,” came a warning from Athos but the man ignored it, knowing that Athos couldn’t do anything to stop him. He moved behind Aramis and reached around, holding onto his cock. Aramis hated it but, in a funny way, the fear made it easier to piss. So, with another man’s dirty fingers wrapped around his member, he managed to relieve himself in the bucket. Once it was over Aramis was surprised that the man just kissed his temple, got up and took the bucket. Aramis found himself shivering violently as the man left the cell.

“You alright?” Porthos asked, looking concerned. Aramis nodded, trying to reassure his friend.

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