Round 3

[bbcmusketeerskink]

Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

The lowdown: You post your prompt, anon or not. Someone else will hopefully fill it (also anon or not). Not for profit, just for fun. And in this case, for king and country.

Anon is on, IP logging is off.

Rules:
No wank
No kink-shaming
Be respectful to everyone
The mod is not your babysitter
Use the warnings
No prompts with characters under the age of 16 in sexual situations, please.
Please keep the discussions in the prompt post to a minimum. We have a discussion post

Mandatory trigger warnings/warnings for both prompts and fills:
non-con/dub-con
abuse (physical and mental)
issues such as racism, sexism, homo-/trans-/-bi-/ace-phobia etc
character death
suicide
self-harm
eating disorders
extreme physical or mental illness
substance abuse (alcohol, drugs, medication)
bullying
gore and horror

If this list misses anything, do let me know, though please understand that if absolutely everything is added this list will never end.

You are encouraged and advised to add additional warnings at your own discretion.

Please make use of the subject line.

If your prompt alludes to the book or any of the other adaptations, please let us know which one.

Lastly, prompt freezes (which I have to say I’m really not fond of) etc will be at the mod’s discretion. I will decide on a prompt cut-off point for prompt posts once I know how fast the meme moves.

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

Archive:
https://delicious.com/bbcmusketeers

Discussion post:
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/557.html

Official fill post (I strongly suggest you use it for better visibility of your fills):
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/418.html

Mod contact post
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1356.html

Free For All Round 1
http://bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/1823.html

Comments

Fill More than blood 9

[(Anonymous)]

They had all been in high spirits when they`d gotten home.

D`Artagnan`s sour mood washed away by proving he was still able to fight when so heavy with child, and very aroused by Athos and Porthos show of Alpha strength.

Shit jokes ran back and forth, and wild schemes to see the Cardinal face planted in horse turd were being made!, even an idea of filling his skull cap with it and planting it on his head were suggested!.

They went straight to bed, ripping their clothes of and rutting on the bed like wild animals, Aramis and d`Artagnan being taken by Athos and Porthos then switching partners, even laying front to front touching, licking, suckling and milking each other as the Alphas all but wept with lust and lunged on them!.

They shared dinner in bed, eating it off each others bodies and licking fingers in lewd slaps of skin against skin, passing wine back and forth, Aramis all but performing oral on the bottle before Athos siezed him and made use of his mouth! while Porthos grabbed d`Artagnan and had him squirming in his lap!.

As the two Alphas and pregnant Omega fell asleep in each others arms, Aramis lay awake tears slipping silently down his temples to fall into his hair as he heard the Red Guards words in his head again, and remembered the days after his miscarriage.

He was laying in bed, sick with blood loss, infection, and misery.
It had been only three days since the brutal midwife and wrenched the baby from his womb, his belly was still round and breasts still full and leaking in a cruel mockery of what he had lost.
His hands strayed to touch his swollen belly but now instead of feeling the fluttering and kicks of his baby, he felt only emptiness, and pain, between his legs, where the birth passage had been so brutally torn he was throbbing, the crude stitches running with blood and puss, his insides feeling like there were on fire, his contracting, misplaced and damaged womb seemed to have become a furnace in his belly, a vile cask of poison destroying any chance he had of further offspring.

"let me die!" Aramis whispered as he curled his legs up to his throbbing middle and closed his eyes "Please God, just let me die!".
How could it have been, that just a few days ago he`d been laying in Ignace`s arms, feeling the baby turn and kick, laughing at how he was having to have his breeches let out, was planning the nursery, and knitting swaddeling clothes, and now he was alone in his darkened room, sick and heart broken, and wishing for his life to end so he did`nt have to suffer anymore pain.

Re: Fill More than blood 9

[(Anonymous)]

Another great chapter!

Re: Fill More than blood 9

[(Anonymous)]

Och! That was terrible, no wonder Aramis is so conflicted now. I'm still very interested in seeing where you take this story, but don't rush and feel constrained. As someone else said, this has been one of your better fics (though I have greatly also enjoyed your other ones!).