#beejtraphawk

[arisprite]

It is too hard a knot for me t'untie

The famous Anne Hathaway Twelfth Night kiss! This just felt like something that should be done. Whether it is metaphorical, or literal, whether it ends with beejhawk, traphawk, both or none, it's all up to you!

The quote is from the play, Viola in Act 2: Scene 2

I changed the posing a bit from the reference, which you can see here if you missed it floating around. There's no sword, obviously, and I wanted to see a bit more of the faces, and draw attention to the hands. Also thank you to the Smithsonian for the detailed pictures of Hawkeye's robe

Let me know what you think!

[mxmorel]

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Twelfth Night (Viola, Act 2 Scene 2)

[nezboing]

is there a beejtraphawk edit to Taste by Sabrina Carpenter because if not this needs to remedied IMMEDIATELY

[serpercival]

TRAPPER LINGERIE KINK INDULGENCE RETURNS

Guys and Dolls

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 13.6k Fandom: MASH (TV) Relationship(s): BJ Hunnicutt/"Trapper" John McIntyre/Hawkeye Pierce, BJ Hunnicutt/"Trapper" John McIntyre, "Trapper" John McIntyre/Hawkeye Pierce Characters: "Trapper" John McIntyre, BJ Hunnicutt, Hawkeye Pierce Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Lingerie, Crossdressing, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Queer Themes, Established Relationship

Trapper was laying between BJ’s knees on the couch, catching up on a few medical journals Hawkeye had gotten his hands on first and promptly misplaced, BJ’s fingers trailing through his hair, when BJ cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I ask a personal question?” He tossed his journal onto the coffee table. “Shoot.” BJ clammed up when Trapper craned his neck to look at him. There was an honest-to-God blush roseing his cheeks. “I just– I suppose I’m… curious. About the lingerie.” ~ A direct sequel to Babydoll - with Hawkeye's encouragement, Trapper lets BJ in on his newfound interests in the bedroom.

[remyfire]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: BJ Hunnicutt/Trapper John McIntyre, established BJ Hunnicutt/Hawkeye Pierce and Trapper John McIntyre/Hawkeye Pierce

Rating: E

Word Count: 8.6k

Note: This is an AU where Frank goes home instead of Trapper, so BJ, Trapper, and Hawkeye are all in the Swamp at the same time. I'd intended to save this for the upcoming Rare Pair Exchange, but everyone has had such a rough time over the past few days that I decided we can all have an early treat instead :)

"Something's gotta be eatin' at you if you're being like this." McIntyre's voice warms. "S'it hurtin' you, I mean?" Oddly BJ's vision blurs for a second, but a few blinks clear it right up. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." McIntyre heaves a sigh. "C'mere." "Why?" BJ stiffens, frowns. The cot squeaks violently. "Will you just c'mere?" As far as he can tell, there's only one reason why McIntyre would tell him to come to his bed if Hawk turned him down, one that's never been relevant before this exact moment. Though BJ's cheeks begin to burn, he pulls a lever in his brain, alters the funhouse mirrors in there so he can't see what has him suddenly thirsty. "I don't need any pity." "Listen," McIntyre grunts as he sits up, a slightly darker shape than the all-encompassing night. "I'm just sayin' if you're that hard up for a lay and you're too goddamn prissy to deal with your own hand, then get over here and take it out on me, all right?"

[lovecatsys]

Trapper John

Trapper John

Trapper John

Trapper John

I'm begging of you please don't take my man

Trapper John

Trapper John

Trapper John

Trapper John

Please don't take him just because you can

Your masculinity is beyond compare

With locks of strawberry blond hair

With slightly tanned skin and eyes of hazel green

Your overbite is like a breath of spring

Your boston accent is soft like summer rain

And I cannot compete with you Trapper John

He talks about you in the swamp

There's nothing I can do to stop

The pain when he laughs about you Trapper John

And I can easily understand

How you could easily take my man

But you don't know what he means to me Trapper John

[serpercival]

One from @jockpropaganda -

beejtraphawk, a kiss under the influence

In Hawkeye’s opinion, the best thing about Leo Bardonaro was that he knew where to get marijuana.

Maybe they’d overindulged. Hawkeye had ended up face-down on the couch with his head pressed insistently between BJ’s thighs, and even the soft moans and wet sounds of BJ and Trapper making out above him couldn’t get him to look up. He could certainly picture it: Trapper scraping his cheeks along BJ’s mustache like he always did, BJ nipping and sucking like he wanted to eat whoever he was kissing whole, both of them slowly growing harder in their pants until BJ’s erection was hot against Hawkeye’s cheek.

It was nice down here, between BJ’s thighs. It smelled like denim and the richness of BJ’s musk and the slowly growing aroma of sex. It was familiar. Comforting. Hawkeye couldn’t think of anywhere else in the world he’d want to be.

Of course, Trapper chose that moment to sloppily dig his fingers into Hawkeye’s hair to haul him upright. A cigar dangled from the fingers of his free hand, which was rapidly brought to the lighter BJ fumbled around in the table beside the couch to find.

Hawkeye opened his mouth even before Trapper’s lips wrapped around the cigar. He gratefully accepted the tug at his hair to avoid completely miscalculating his aim. Trapper was giggling so much that as much of the cigar smoke came out of his nose as was poured between their mouths, dark and cedar-rich, sticking to Hawkeye’s lips in the spit Trapper smeared over every place their mouths met.

The cigar smoke burned his sinuses.

He went back for seconds.

[serpercival]

Reveals for these are up so you can find three fics from me I wrote for the rare kink buffet:

A Case Study in Sensation, a traphawk bodyswap fic

Caudal Morphology, a beej(fox)trap piece where BJ gets a sense of how much Trapper likes having his tail pulled

And Unapproved Applications for Chloral Hydrate, a beejtraphawk piece where Hawkeye's boyfriends (consensually) roofie him