Round 1

[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

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.

Rule addition: No more discussions on the prompt post. If you want to discuss something, we have a discussion post. If you want to wank about a prompt, that's not what the discussion post is for. That's what your scroll bar and that little red x in the top corner of your browser is for.

Archive:
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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

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I'll start. Anything with submissive d'Artagnan!

[(Anonymous)]

I'm working on this, nonnie! Hope you don't mind Athos/D'Artagnan? :)

Aramis/Porthos, scar kink

[(Anonymous)]

Aramis admires his most recent needle work and then his previous ones. Things get heated.

Constance in a Genderbender AU

[(Anonymous)]

Constance never gets married to Jacques Bonacieux. Instead, she runs away from home, learns to properly use a sword and a gun, and lives the life of adventure that she's always wanted to. Of course, she knew that a lady that fought for a living wasn't 'proper,' (and also there is the fact that her family is still looking for her) so she goes and disguises herself as a young boy. Somehow, she ends up in the company of the musketeers Athos, Porthos and Aramis (as a musketeer herself, or as a D'Artagnan-esque protege, it's up to you!). Can she keep up the disguise? Or will she be found out eventually?

Re: Constance in a Genderbender AU

[(Anonymous)]

I want to have a go at this, but I've already got two other things on the go... I'll try and have a crack at it in the near future. Meanwhile anyone else who wants to should also fill :)

Aramis and whips

[(Anonymous)]

Aramis likes whips. (In my mind he likes them being used on himself, but whatever works for you.) Any pairing, though bonus for him teaching d'Artagnan how to either give or receive.

Quick fill, no beta, Aramis/Porthos, BDSM

[(Anonymous)]

"So, you like violent women?" Porthos rumbles. "What about violent men?"

The rag stuffed into his mouth muffles Aramis' answer. Not that it matters, the question had been rhetorical anyway. And the way Aramis stares up at him, eyes wide under the long lashes and pink lips stretched around the improvised gag was probably answer enough.

"Do you want me to slap you, like the pretty madame Bonnacieux did?" he asks next, slowly tugging off his gloves. Aramis moans something and tilts his head towards him, as if offering his cheeks up as a gift. It's tempting, but not part of the plan for the night so he continues, voice tight with arousal. "Or would you prefer something a little bit more... advanced?"

There's his belt, hanging off a hook on the wall and a light cane, used for the occasional fighting lessons with the stable boys, resting against the wall. Porthos discounts them both, reaching for his horse whip instead. It's light in his hand; thin straps of leather braided into a tool he's barely ever had reason to use on his attentive mare.

If the flush spreading down Aramis neck and chest is anything to go by, he's made the right choice. He attempts a few practice swings, chuckling as Aramis jumps each time the whip cuts through the air.

"Brace yourself," he warns, before bringing it down over Aramis' back with an audible snap.

Needy sub!Athos

[(Anonymous)]

My headcanon is that Athos is a very needy submissive and always has been, even with Milady. I don't mind the pairing at all(although I'm quite pro any and all combinations of Athos/Aramis/Porthos/d'Artagnan).

Bonus points for someone expecting dominant Athos and being rather confused.

FILL: Needy sub!Athos (Athos/Porthos, NC17)

[(Anonymous)]

Filled here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1186654

Cold War AU

[(Anonymous)]

pls

Re: Cold War AU

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Anne/Aramis PWP

[(Anonymous)]

Basically I just want some smut. (If you want to write something slightly more plot-ish, they could discuss whether they're going to hell or not.)

Aramis/Marsac reunion sex

[(Anonymous)]

Desperate, confused and reluctant reunion sex.

Re: Aramis/Marsac reunion sex

[(Anonymous)]

I'm working on a fill for this, OP - it's come out a lot more reluctant on Aramis' part. Maybe not non-con, but I would say it's running close to dub-con at the moment. Is that okay?

Louis XIII/Cardinal Richelieu, hidden tenderness

[(Anonymous)]

Louis XIII/Cardinal Richelieu, BBC!verse (The Musketeers), at first Louis thinks Richelieu became his lover only because he asked him to, but as the king observes him, he slowly realises that his feelings are mutual, the cardinal is just (very much) better at hiding them

Re: Louis XIII/Cardinal Richelieu, hidden tenderness

[(Anonymous)]

OMG FEELS
really this is everything I dream about every time I watch the show :DDD

Richlieu/Treville argumentative sex

[(Anonymous)]

Richlieu/Treville as frenemies with benefits, having an unromantic, snarky quickie.

I'd prefer them as equals, no power imbalances (at least not while they're getting each other off).

Fill: Richlieu/Treville argumentative sex

[sailorsol]

I don't even..... this one bit me and I couldn't resist.

***

“A word, Captain,” Richelieu said, gesturing with one long finger for Treville to follow. Treville let himself roll his eyes, knowing it was what was expected of him and feeling no desire to humor the cardinal any more than absolutely necessary.

They walked in silence for some time, until the cardinal waved off his Red Guards and led Treville into an unused office. It wasn’t that uncommon for the two of them to need privacy to discuss business relating to the king’s safety, but Treville has known from the look on the cardinal’s face back in the hall that this wasn’t one of those times.

Surely enough, the cardinal’s wiry frame presses him against the wall, one arm across Treville’s chest while his other hand drifts down to cup Treville’s groin. Treville growls, but his hips arch forward into the touch. “For a man of the cloth, Cardinal, you are terribly fond of this.”

The cardinal’s grip tightens and Treville’s world goes sparkly for a moment. Warm breath on Treville’s ear, the cardinal speaks, low and gravelly. “The Bible says nothing of this.”

Treville gets his hand between them and returns the gesture to the cardinal. “You would know better than most.”

Richelieu’s grin is sharp and feral, the same look he gives Treville when he’s bested him in their ongoing game of protecting the king. Treville retaliates by nudging down the cardinal’s collar to dig his teeth into the soft flesh of his neck, just hard enough to leave a mark that won’t last more than a day.

Richelieu grunts and squeezes; Treville bites his lip to quiet a moan. He feels the cardinal’s body stiffen, shuddering slightly even as Treville follows, and then it’s over and Richelieu is stepping back, straightening his robes and tugging his collar upwards.

Treville keeps his back against the wall for several more seconds, letting himself catch his breath. The cardinal is a bastard and they’ll never be friends, but they’re reluctant allies in protecting the king and France. “Will that be all then, Cardinal?”

“Yes, Captain, I do believe our discussion is concluded.” He sweeps out of the room like he didn’t just pin the captain of the King’s Guards against the wall to give him a handjob, and Treville marvels for just a moment at the man’s utter calm. But he doesn’t give himself long; he has his own duties to attend to, and a plot of the cardinal’s to foil.

Aramis/Porthos, Aramis on top, but not necessarily topping

[(Anonymous)]

Aramis likes to take his time, teasing and tantalising and generally driving his bedmates out of their minds with pleasure.

Porthos likes to be fucked, and has been known to use the phrase 'Get in there!' to encourage his partners.

Somehow, they come to an accommodation.

Milady/Constance femslash

[(Anonymous)]

Anything with these two awesome ladies!

Re: Milady/Constance femslash

[(Anonymous)]

working on this at the moment, hopefully won't keep you waiting for too long!

TW: non-con, D’Artagnan/Athos

[(Anonymous)]

D’Artagnan is raped by bad guys and Athos learns about it. Hurt/comfort.

Re: TW: non-con, D’Artagnan/Athos

[(Anonymous)]

This!

Omega Verse

[(Anonymous)]

Athos, Aramis and Porthos are three happy Alphas, who are friends and respect each other a lot. Then suddenly young and very beautiful Omega - D’Artagnan - appears. All three want to claim him, but they don't want to ruin their friendship. What should they do?

Re: Omega Verse

[(Anonymous)]

oh God, seconded

The musketeers x Albert the fifth Musketeer crossover

[(Anonymous)]

I have a very weird prompt. In my childhood I absolutely loved "Albert the fifth Musketeer" cartoon! Now I want to see Albert in the world of "BBC Musketeers"

I also think Peter Dinklage could be a great Albert in live-action!

D'Artagnan/Vadim

[(Anonymous)]

Vadim knows exactly that the boy is a traitor, but that makes it even sweeter when D'Artagnan arches into him when Vadim fucks him.

fill: "it ain't left to chance that we'd win", d'Artagnan/Vadim

[(Anonymous)]

[Content notes: some hypothesized (not actual) consent issues implied; some rough language about sex workers. This might be a little rusty, I haven't had a chance to canon review, but hopefully it's up OP's alley!]

**

He knows what it looks like when a man is lying about what he wants, when he's playing a part. He's had to play a part all his life, and he's not doing a half-bad job of it now; he can certainly tell feigned modesty from the real thing, or the sham of reluctance from the authentic article. Surely any infiltrator would want to flatter himself as the inexperienced type, too good for this sort of rough use, offering token protests, feigning disgust. At the very least, pretending he's too sloppily drunk to resist the abuses of such a beast as Vadim.

By the time he's got him with his breeches down bent over the table the boy isn't pretending any more.

He grinds against his cock prettily as any whore; the flushed head of it nudges at the dark juncture between his legs. Vadim twists his fingers in his hair to keep his head down; to the boy's credit he doesn't squeak, though his dark eyes go wide with alarm, maidenly lashes flashing against his cheeks. For all his sweet face he's randy like an animal - it had only taken a few caresses to get him unlaced. If only all agents of the crown were as pliant as this one.

Vadim thrusts his fingers in the boy's mouth, bracing to be bitten (how any infiltrator seeks to deny this accommodation, having already gone so far with the deed, is beyond him) and instructs him to spit; the boy does, obviously knowing what's best for him. He'd rather not fuck him bloody; he'd stab the lad in the back if he'd turn a better profit for it or to save his own skin, but in the meantime he'll save him a sorer ass than strictly necessary, his enthusiasm is endearing. He's known whores who spend long and storied careers playing the curiosity-racked virgin, but there's no reluctance here that he can see, it's all fallen away.

He eases into him, first with blunt fingertips (to which the young man responds well, though with initial surprise) and soon after a bigger, blunter cock. Even eased with some degree of slickness, he can feel him hitching against it, before something in him grows accustomed to the idea of getting fucked and lets him in.

At first he fears the boy will balk; he hasn't endeared himself to the women he's bedded with his wits and sympathetic manner alone, and the thought of him shuddering and crying out with his cock inside him fit to tear him in two is a pleasant one, it won't get him anywhere good.

"You all right there, boy?" he says. The Gascon gasps his assent.

His lean dark body is braced, but he arches his back and presses into him so greedily that it's nearly unbearable. He works his body against him in a way that welcomes rougher sport. Perhaps a man might be justified, then, in picking up the pace, starting with a few long slow strokes and working up to short shocks of vigor, hips slamming against that pretty rump and sending shudders of pleasure through him judging from the sounds he makes, a series of little oh!s, quite surprised. Modest, for a shameless Gascon. Every thrust presses him against the rough tabletop and making him wince just slightly, though not with pain as such. If the boy's ever been fucked before, color Vadim surprised, but he seems to be well suited for it -- having gone from punishingly tight for the first few strokes to open and ready for him, even slicked with his own spit and stretched beyond capacity.

Vadim could take his time like this, savoring the sharp slap of flesh against flesh, the smell of sweat and steel and seamy leather -- and gunpowder, acrid.

He adjusts his position and shifts his grip to the boy's waist, releasing the undoubtedly-painful grasp on his hair -- not for concern for the boy, certainly, but maddened by the chafing tightness of him with his own satisfaction so close to hand and yet just out of reach, twisting in his belly. The boy's sweet mouth turns in an involuntary grimace, the muscles of his back knotting up; Vadim nuzzles at his shoulder through his sweat-damp shirt, catching with his teeth. He's buried up to the hilt in him, driven in deeper with every thrust.

His thighs are trembling with strain, and Vadim can hardly bear his own weight like this, slamming into him and jerking back. He nudges his taut legs apart further with his knee in order to get a better angle still, the boy's boots scraping on the ground.

"How's this?", he says, to no one in particular, and the boy's response is a thin groan. Vadim fumbles around in front him only to meet with an odd sense of disappointment. He must have come some time before, without Vadim so much as laying a finger on his prick; his spilled seed marks the tabletop, his cock already hardening up again with a resilience that can only come of youth.

Shortly after and without further adieu he feels himself coming unhitched as well, the cruel trick of a climax tugging its way out of him. Vadim swears. He pulls out and comes on him rather than in him, squarely in the slippery cleft of his buttocks; it's distinctly impolite but it'll give him something to remember him by, even if it's only an ache and a mess.

The Gascon voices no objections or offense, only a series of heavy sighs, struggling to catch his breath. Everything taut in him goes slack, out of some recognition that they've finished or at least come to a pause, now's the time for shame to surge in, or remorse, or some other hateful thing from a spy for hire, little better than a whore anyway. (He'd been especially pretty in chains, there could be no doubt.)

He nevertheless knows what it looks like when a man has wanted it; slumped as he is now, he looks unambiguously well-fucked, hair in tangles and plastered in sweat. Liar or no, the sight has certain charms.

Athos/Whoever punishement subbing

[(Anonymous)]

Athos feels like he needs someone to punish him and keeps pushing his partner to rougher and rougher sex.

Re: Athos/Whoever punishement subbing

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please!

Athos/D'Artagnan first time bondage

[(Anonymous)]

D'Artagnan has never had sex with a man before, and Athos' insistence on tying to him to the bed makes him even more nervous.

Re: Athos/D'Artagnan first time bondage

[(Anonymous)]

Oh hell yes

Milady/Athos hatesex/non con

[(Anonymous)]

Milady takes advantage of a tied up and/or drunk Athos to fuck herself on him. Athos has mixed feeling about this.

Fill: Comic Milady/Athos hatesex/non con

[(Anonymous)]

Fill: flaggermousse.tumblr.com/post/78055453071

D'Atagnan/Everyone Initiation

[(Anonymous)]

D'Artagnan gets to be a Musketeer. The initiation ritual/period involves having to have sex with every Musketeer that asks.

Constance/Athos femdom

[(Anonymous)]

Constance knows Athos in the first ep because she's the one he goes to when he needs someone to tie him up and hurt him.

Re: Constance/Athos femdom

[(Anonymous)]

I want to fill this one as well! I'll add it to the list....

Constance/D'Artagnan rushed sex

[(Anonymous)]

They're so worried about getting caught that they always end up having rushed sex in awkward places.

Aramis/Porthos modern AU

[(Anonymous)]

It's May 2013 and same-sex marriage is finally legal in France. (Could be proposal-fic, wedding night-fic, "we're actually NOT getting married-fic" or Athos the worlds worst wedding-planner fic.)

Re: Aramis/Porthos modern AU

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE someone write this, it's gorgeous! SECONDED!

Aramis/Athos

[(Anonymous)]

In the aftermath of Marsac's death, Aramis joins Athos in a night of getting drunk and mourning lost lovers. They end up spending the night together having drunken angsty sex.

Aramis/Marsac Hate Sex

[(Anonymous)]

WHERE