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Round 3

Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

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Got this, nonnie. Tonight or tomorrow.

I love AU's and I just got done watching the old movie 'Quest for Fire', (seriously check this movie out, its kind of amazing) so that said.... How about some prehistoric-Musketeers? Maybe cavemen from various regions/tribes that have come and banded together to survive in a dangerous prehistoric world.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_QkxMjtAQ/UbhtcMhiVAI/AAAAAAAAXqQ/iYFTmniZRUM/s400/quest-for-fire2.jpg

Athos would make the best brooding caveman ever and leader of their small band of hunters, and I'd love to see Aramis as their resident healer, running around in nothing but ash and mud like this (when he's not wearing some of Porthos' borrowed furs of course ~_^) http://s3.amazonaws.com/auteurs_production/images/film/quest-for-fire/w448/quest-for-fire.jpg
http://www.filmaluation.com/uploads/5/5/8/4/5584262/3681458_orig.jpg

Maybe their little band comes across a angry and aggressive young d'Art who's just lost his father and tribe http://media.cinemasquid.com/blu-ray/titles/apocalypto/2/screenshot-med-28.jpg (yes, I know this one isn't prehistoric, but its to get a flavor of how different he would be to the others maybe)

Here are some more images to maybe spark your interest-
http://www.filmfest-braunschweig.de/uploads/tx_mhmoviedb/am_anfang_war_das_feuer_web.jpg
http://media.cinemasquid.com/blu-ray/titles/quest-for-fire/11798/screenshot-med-01.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v32/odella/mmmm.png

Gen or slash welcome!

(Quick fill, unbetaed. Hope you enjoy!)

D'Artagnan was driven back through the rumpled mess his blankets had become with every thrust of Athos' hips. His skin was hot and sticky with sweat they'd worked up between them and he had long ago turned his head to muffle his unconscious moans into his own pillow, but that gave Athos the perfect opportunity to reach his ear, and he took awful, wonderful advantage of it.

“You're beautiful like this,” Athos murmured into his ear, breath warm and moist as his steady rhythm pushed d'Artagnan forward into the grip he had on his hips. “You're locked about me as though...you can think of nothing so good as this...is that it, d'Artagnan? Would you give over everything for this...my cock?”

D'Artagnan choked out something into the pillow that may have been curse or plea as he nodded, tightening his thighs about Athos' hips even as their motions pushed them high and wider. The faint burn of the stretch had long eased as pleasure overwhelmed all other sensation. D'Artagnan's jaw tightened as Athos' voice wove its spell, but then his hips slowed.

“Was that a yes, d'Artagnan?” Athos asked, breath coming harder now. “What do you want more than anything right now? If it's mine to give, I will see to it...”

D'Artagnan sobbed into the pillow, hand tightening in Athos' hair. “Don't stop, Athos, please, just this, I want nothing else but you.”

Athos breath sighed over his ear and hips resumed their previous pace. “I would have this all the time, if I could,” he murmured. “Have you ever way we could manage, everywhere we could make space. You wouldn't be able to move but feel the proof of us dripping down your legs.”

D'Artagnan's groan was far too loud and he knew it, knew he was risking them and couldn't help it. Athos quickly slid a hand over his mouth to help stifle the sounds as they moved together, only breathing in d'Artagnan's ear for a long moment while he held one of d'Artagnan's thighs high enough to support the angle of his thrusts. “So good for me, d'Artagnan...so greedy...I feel your eyes on me, wanting what? My attention, my time, my body?”

d'Artagnan nodded into the pillow, barely moving under Athos' hand, willing to admit all of the little things he'd thought he'd hidden now that they were here and Athos' cock was sliding into him so well, oiled as they both were and achingly well stretched as he'd been.

Athos hitched his grip higher, his fingers sliding in the sweat they had built between them. “You should know you have me...I am your creature,” he continued. “Leave my seed as proof of my mark, I shall never leave your side.”

D'Artagnan couldn't take it anymore, hands sliding from Athos' back to tug back the hand covering his mouth and pulling Athos down, knocking him from the rhythm but pulling him even deeper than he had been thrusting as he moaned out, “yes, yes, I am yours, Athos, please,” and feeling the shock of it pass through Athos in shudders as heat spilled into him.

Athos' heart was thunder d'Artagnan could feel where their chests rested against each other and his hips twitched for several moments after. d'Artagnan's need was held hostage by the weight of his body and the oddly sweet feeling of being filled with the proof of Athos' mark, as he'd said, and yet feeling also that he was likewise leaving his own mark upon the great man above him.

After a short period, Athos recalled himself to push up on one arm and work the other between them. His eyes were a hot, sharp blue that cut straight through d'Artagnan. “Here, now d'Artagnan...show me how much you love this. I want to see.”

There was a raw honesty in his tone then, still as rough and velvety as port wine to d'Artagnan's ears but different enough that it slipped through his defenses and combined with the rub of sword-callused fingers around the head of his cock to rob him of words and all sense.

When he came back to himself, Athos had dropped his head to d'Artagnan's shoulder and was dragging open-mouthed kisses over the skin there, murmuring beautiful, so good, love you so much, d'Artagnan. Words he knew, from experience, Athos probably didn't realize he was saying and wouldn't thank him for acknowledging. Instead, he dragged his hands – gone heavy with lethargy – up Athos' back to cup his neck. “I am yours, Athos,” he whispered, heart slowing in his chest even as he stroked his fingers through Athos' sweat-damp hair. “Never doubt how much of me you own.”

Athos stilled for a moment, then kissed d'Artagnan's throat, the soft skin beneath his jaw, his mouth, each press gentle but certain. “I won't.”

Huh. Interesting. Original. I like this prompt.

Oooh I'm glad that someone's filling this.

Where Athos and Aramis are the ones to rescue Porthos from the hangman's noose, and go with him into hiding.

D'Artagnan is welcome to be included, though I think it would be interesting if Athos and Aramis try to keep d'Artagnan out of it so he can't get in trouble or risk the commission he's trying to obtain. Either they send him off on a fool's errand so he doesn't get mixed up in it, which works out because he's able to walk the streets freely and help them later, or they tell him to stay back with Treville and he follows them anyway, risking himself the same way they are.

If someone fills this, feel free to make it as AU as you want. Things can get resolved as they did in the episode so that all goes back to normal, or years later our boys are still in hiding. Whichever.

I really want to read something where Aramis isn't interested in sex, only intimacy - he likes the touching and the holding - and he has learned to give others what they want in order to get that.

But then he gets together with Athos and Porthos, and because they already know him so well, they work it out, or some of it and they get him to explain. Or maybe he is demisexual and with them it is totally different to what he has experienced/wanted/expected before.

I'd read this.

d'Artagnan getting off to Athos' voice. Real, imagined, saying normal things, getting filthy? Whichever you like so long as d'Artagnan gets a nice while to appreciate those lovely smooth tones.

Nice.

Yes! I would love to read this. I know during that episode the writers simply used Porthos' rescue as the easiest and fastest way to get him back to the Court of Miracles, but it really bugged me. Because you just know after holding d'Art back after Porthos was sentenced and was being dragged away, Aramis and Athos where probably reaching for their weapons and preparing to do something extreme to save him. I wish we could have gotten at least one small scene of them turning to give one another a silent knowing look and a nod before shoving their way through the crowd before Porthos is loaded onto the cart.

Personally I like to think that the actual reason Athos and Aramis grabbed and held d'Art back was because they are about to do something that will probably get them killed in the attempt to free their brother right then and there or would get them both hung along side him, but hoping to possibly spare young d'Art in sharing their fate.

+1 to this and the prompt. These boys would hang for each other without hesitation.

I was actually already considering something like this as it seems quite likely to me, but I've got a bit of research to do before writing it. Good luck on a faster fill!

I'd totally read this. Especially if we got weapons-thief Aramis somewhere in it.

This idea is growing on me. Aramis making them all listen to his favorite literary articles. Porthos has a favorite artist. Athos loves the gardens. They spend hours debating architecture. So many possibilities to imagine.

Possible Warning for all kinds of kinks - BDSM, breath play, whipping

Don't throw things at me, at least wait until the end of the prompt (if you are still here)

Anyway, same format as UK version where strangers are holed up in a house for our viewing pleasure. Except this house only has double beds, a dungeon room with a cage and 'torture' devices. Every form of BDSM equipment imaginable. In this house the guests are there to be kinky entertainment.

They can be complete strangers to each other, or some know some people. Like they could put in Louis crazy mother, Porthos' friends from foster care, Athos or Aramis ex lover, etc.

Could also explore less common (non existent) pairings.

Day 10 : Flea is drowning Richelieu in the pool
Day 20 : Milady is whipping Marsac in the Dungeon

Go mad (now ducks wildly behind the sofa)

This is pure PWP Mpreg

Pure smut, and kinks for lactation and pregnant bellies and pregnant sex

Alphas Athos Aramis and Porthos, are in the nest with their heavily pregnant omega d`Artagnan.
He is only a few weeks away from giving birth to their babies, and as Alphas it is their duty to make sure he is happy and content at all times.
D`Artagnan is huge, physically uncomfortable, having wild cravings for food, and wanton cravings for sex, with his breasts heavy and leaking with milk the Alphas can`t help but what to nurse from him, his scent is maddening, and just the sight of his baby swollen body is driving them to the point of insanity in the constant need to fill and knot him!

Prompted by Author of the Mere People Fic I could`nt resist

The Musketeers get ship wrecked, clinging to what little debris they could find in the water they manage to come ashore on an island, completely devoid of human life.

However, the sea is teaming with fish, as is the fresh water springs located deeper into the woods on the islands, the trees are filled with birds, the woods with animals, there are bushes and trees abundent with fruit and nuts even wheat growing wild!.
The sand that covers the beach is white gold and silk soft, there are even caves for shelter from rain, and the tide never comes up deep enough to fill them.

At first they think about trying to find a way off the island, but as time goes on the come to realize they have landed in paradise!.
Here on this Island they have everything they need to survive, pleanty of food and water, shelter from the rain when it comes, and more than that, they have each other, here they are free to love each other, be with each other as they have always wished to be, without anyone to call it unnatural or heretical.
In this small piece of paradise they are away from all their burdens, are safe, happy, and most importantly they are all together.

"Gentlemen God has delivered us here" Aramis declared "We have been granted paradise, utopia, what more can we ever wish for?.

I'm so totally in the mood for protective ot3/brot3 right now.

Need... more... before... I... die...!

;)

Seconded!

Thirded

Milady seemed pretty confident that Athos wouldn't recognise her or wouldn't see her when she was in Ninon's house, and also in the crowd at the challenge with Labarge. She didn't really put any effort into hiding. My theory? Athos is very short sighted, and she knows it. I'm curious what the others thought when she was identified to them - would they remember seeing her before? Will d'Artagnan point out all the times she'd been RIGHT THERE and Athos hadn't commented on it?

Please do with as you wish.

Left handedness was a bad thing in the 17th century, associated with Satanism and other craziness. Whether he believes the things that are said about it or is just defending himself against the crazies, Aramis has successfully hidden the fact that his left hand is dominant.

It's noticed eventually by d'Artagnan (whether or not the other two knew but were sensible enough not to comment...) who challenges him to a swordfight with his other hand. It takes a little while to get used to it, of course, he's been training with his other hand all his life (and we'll not mention how hard he has to work not to discard his sword in favour of his main gauche) but suddenly he's realising why Athos *enjoys* this so much. (and d'Artagnan is beaten into the ground)

Or something to that effect, anyway. Additional sexytimes obligatory, because what do you mean you've been jerking off with your other hand when you're around us? Doesn't that feel weird? And you thought we'd be more worried about your maybe-Satanic hand preferences than the fact we're having polyamorous gay sex?

AN Thankyou for the responses, and you are so right, women desperate to conceive struggle and those that don`t want it just fall. Sods Law.
Surprised no one has guessed who the father is though oh well, that`ll be revealed soon.

Fill

"Which colour d`you prefer?" Porthos asked as he held up two swatches of fabric which were to become a canopy over the babies crib that Porthos was hand carving himself from mahogany.
"Hmmm, the lavender lace, it`s prettier" Aramis replied "And it`ll match the baby blanket I`ve bought, that has lavender embroidery"
"Lavender it is then" Porthos said with a nod, the two of them stood in the babies room, which had formerly been an unused room in their shared apartments in the Rue saint Marc, the apartment was not large by any means, consisting of three rooms one large living and dining room, their own bedroom, and now the babies bedroom.
However while not large, the rooms were homely, Aramis and Porthos having bought furniture, a chaise longue, a lovers seat, and a small dining table and stools.
Porthos had carved cuboards for them to store their food and wine in, they had three heavy cooking pots to cook over the large harth.
Their bed of course was very large, Aramis having insisting on spending a fortune upon it, along with heavy romantic wine coloured drapes of velvet, the long silver mirror and trunks for their clothing.
Now the babies room was being filled and decorated.

They had white washed the walls first, then spent hours painting frescoes of wood lands scenes upon the walls, buying moppets, small wooden blocks, toy swords, dobby horses, and other toys ready for the baby, Aramis was also sewing a vast ammount of baby clothes, from hats and dresses to long stockings and clouts.

"This will be the best dressed baby in all the world!" Porthos laughed as they left the nursery to the living room where Aramis took up his sewing again
"Not even the royal heir will have such an extensive wardrobe!"
"Oh hush!, the way babies mess their clothes we`ll need all the changes we can get!, and besides, we can use them again on the next one, and the one after that!"
"You can`t possibly be planning another one already!" Porthos cried as he knelt by the fire stoking it up to boil water to cook with later, neither of them had been keen to go out to the inns since Aramis had fallen pregnant, preffering nights in together instead, occaisionaly they went out with Athos and d`Artagnan, but were never out late, and you could still cut the tension with a knife between the two of them.

"I told you my love" Aramis said tieing off his line and re threading his needle without looking up at Porthos "I want to have a large family, and I`m in my thirtys now, I`m not going to be fertile forever", Aramis finally looked up with a ruefull smile "I`ve maybe ten years or so before I loose my ability to bare, ten years we should make the most of and have as many babies as we can"
"Not at a risk to your health though" Porthos said with absalute conviction in his voice and written on his face as he set a pan over the harth of a metal grate to boil the water "I won`t have you becoming ill from too much bearing" he said rising up and crossing the room to take Aramis`s hands into his own raising them to his lips and kissing them "I love you too much to loose you"
"You`ll never loose me querida, not ever" Aramis swore leaning forward to kiss him "I`ll be fine, I promise"
"I saw it too often in the Court growin` up Mon petit" Porthos sighed "Male bearers, women, constantly pregnant, six weeks after a birth they`d be carrying again, getting sicker and weaker with each one, looking more like their bellies were swollen with cancer than child their bodies were so gaunt and sickly, until finally they could`nt take anymore and...."
"Sshhh" Aramis whispered his forehead creasing with sympathy for Porthos, reaching out and stroking his face "That won`t happen with us, we`ll have a good year between pregnancies I promise, I`ll give my body time to recover before falling again, and I won`t get thin and sickly, I`ll be fat and happy all the time I promise"
"Putting a year between pregnancies, we can still have a good four or five babies" Porthos said smiling once again "More if we have twins"
"Lets try for twins next time" Aramis said sliding his hands about Porthos neck, his sewing quite forgotten for the moment "Lets practise making them now, just so we don`t forget how!!!"

Considering the fact Aramis had been examining himself in the mirror every morning and evening since he discovered he was pregnant, looking for even the slightest change in his shape, it was not a surprise to Porthos when he was leaped on early one morning by an over excited Aramis bouncing on the bed waking him up and kissing his face all over rather like an over enthuseastic puppy licking him!,
"I`m showing I`m showing!" he yelled making Porthos ears ring at the volume of his voice "Look!, look, see!" he cried kneeling over Porthos and arching his back to push forward his stomach as much as he could!.

Sleepily Porthos rubbed his eyes taking in the sight of his hyper active lover, who was far too awake considering it was barely dawn!
"Look I`ve got a little belly!" he proclaimed taking Porthos hand to place just above his pelvis "See!, thats our baby!"
"Our baby" Porthos repeated sleepily, but his hand stroked over Aramis`s middle gently "Oh Mis...", Aramis broke into joyfull tears bending forward to kiss Porthos, who`s arms came up about his waist flipping them over so he was beneath the larger man, Porthos kissing his face and throat, slotting between Aramis`s thighs, while reaching for the oil they kept under the pillow as Aramis ran his hands over Porthos back bucking his hips and grinding their cocks together earning a growl from Porthos.

Sitting up Porthos fumbled with the oil in his haste spilling some on the bed sheets, hurried preparing himself while Aramis grabbed the oil to slick himself up as fast as he could, just as eager for this aswell but knowing better than to try without lubrication.

"C`mon, fuck me already!" Aramis panted squirming beneath Porthos "I`m dying here!"
"Impatient is what you are!"
"Patience is over rated!, now get your cock inside me or.....or.........or I`ll go fuck Athos!"
"Ha!, Athos!" Porthos burst out laughing "I`d pay to see that pet!", however he eased into position and pushed inside Aramis maddeningly slowly making Aramis whine and curse and moan! begging him shamelessly for more!, however Porthos was detirmind to take his time and set an agonisingly slow pace, drawing out every single moment to make it last as long as he could, knowing and loving the fact that taking his time like this drove Aramis half mad, leaving him an writhing and begging mess of hot wet flesh!
"Love you like this" Porthos purred as Aramis whined and keened helplessly "So wanton and desperate!, so beautiful!", dilated pupils shone like saucers in Aramis`s eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth as his face flushed and his climax neared, bending forward Porthos pressed a kiss to Aramis`s cheek rutting harder and faster now, spending himself as Aramis climaxed between them all but passing out at the force of the orgasem and nuzzeling into Porthos chest clinging to him contentedly.

Elsewhere in Paris, Athos awoke with a mind numbing hang over, staggering to his window and tipping his head outside to vomit noisly into the street half tempted to fling himself head first out the window to ease the pain in his head
"You fuckin` wanker!" came an angry shout from below, and with blurred vision Athos made out a vomit spattered beggar beneath his window!, shrugging he reached for the water bucket, brining it inside and thrust his head into it the cold water waking him up and numbing the throbbing pain in his skull.

Grunting he sat back on his heels water dripping down his face and soaking his chest, crawling over to the bed he grabbed the bottle of brandy he had been drinking before passing out, raising it to his lips to drain the last of it while slumped on the floor numbing himself to face the coming day.

In the garrison d`Artagnan grimanced as he pulled hard on the laces of the under bust corset he had purchased once he had began to show too much to hide without such drastic measures.
Aramis was still against his intentions, but d`Artagnan was adamantly sticking to his decision.
Gulping back a role of bile in his stomach as he squashed his organs he continued to pull on the laces until his abdomon was flattened once more and tied the corset securely.
Squashed up in his womb the baby stirred uncomfortably pressing against the sides of the restricted uterus making d`Artagnan more uncomfortable as he dressed himself for the day resolute in ignoring the urge to rip off the agonising corset and burry himself back in his bed.

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Round 3

Re: Athos/d'Artagnan Possessive Sex

Quest for Fire (AU-Prehistoric)

[fill] Our Name in Tongues We Do Not Speak; Athos/d'Artagnan

Re: Aramis needs a better living situation

Re: Athos and D'artagnan must face their feelings for each other during an emotional rescue

AU of Homecoming

Aramis craves intimacy not sex (dub con with others?)

Re: Aramis craves intimacy not sex (dub con with others?)

Athos/d'Artagnan, Athos' voice

Re: Aramis needs a better living situation

Re: AU of Homecoming

Re: AU of Homecoming

Re: Green eyed Musketeers TW Bullying possible violence

Re: Improvised Weaponry

Re: Alternative Pursuits: cultural or otherwise

Big Brother (Kink Meme Style)

Pure PWP Alpha/Omega verse TW Mpreg kinks for lactation, pregnant bellies polyamorous

A small piece of paradise OT4

Re: Fierce and Defensive Musketeers BroT3/OT3

Re: A small piece of paradise OT4

Re: A small piece of paradise OT4

Athos/Milady, Athos is shortsighted

Any pair or more, Aramis is lefthanded

Fill Making a family 6

Fill Making a family 7