#yeah beejtrap

[serpercival]

'tell me what you want' for beejtrap because i am a curious lady and have never explored this realm before <3

Oh you 100% jumped the queue by asking me for Beejtrap :3 crossed 1k words, so it's over on ao3!

Anything You Want

“I don’t want anything,” BJ insisted through gritted teeth. “Yeah?” McIntyre tilted his head like a curious dog, then shifted so he could get his free hand on BJ’s groin. BJ hissed and tried to raise his knees to kick him away, but he didn’t quite have the leverage. “The fuck’s this, then?”

[remyfire]

ooh... #2, "things you said through your teeth," or #18, "things you said when you were scared" for beejtrap?

"Things You Said" Prompts AO3 Crosspost Percy, you are feeding me so fucking well, god bless. Beejtrap my beloved!! Set in a beejtraphawk verse because I know what we're about fhkfd Things you said...through your teeth

When Trapper slams the hood of BJ's car shut, BJ is still standing off to the side, arms crossed and hip cocked out as he stares down the silent, empty road. The closest people to their current location are the ones who own a gas station about two miles behind him, and he knows this because his calves are still smarting from walking there since he's fallen behind on his jogging from how busy he's been lately. He'd remembered driving past it, remembered seeing in his rear view mirror the crudely hand-painted sign that announced they were the last station for forty miles in the other direction, remembered wondering at how such a place could stay open when there were only a couple of cars in the lot that seemed for all intents and purposes to belong to the two staff members working there. A teenaged girl blowing bubbles with her chewing gum had been behind the counter and she'd pointed to a payphone outside when BJ finally got there and inquired after it.

He'd really, really, really hoped it would be Hawkeye who answered. And it had not been, because of course not.

He's not being fair and he knows it. If his battery was gonna die in the middle of him driving home from his trip—for fuck's sake, why does this shit always happen when I'm as far away from the garage as possible?—then he should be thanking his lucky stars that anybody but Hawk was coming to his rescue. He's pretty sure that Hawk wouldn't have even been able to open the hood of their second car. But the problem with it being Trapper is that as he wipes the sweat from his brow with his forearm, something immense boils inside BJ, something that threatens to bowl him over even after all these months of sharing the same space. Something that isn't pure virulent anger. And he really can't let it continue to expand.

"You're all set." Trapper flashes a grin. "Couldn't have picked a hotter day for it to putter out, huh?"

BJ rolls his eyes and shifts his weight to his other leg. "Mm, yeah, McIntyre, I orchestrated the whole thing just to make you waste the gas."

"With all the words you're shovin' in my mouth, you're lucky my gag reflex is loosening up," he teases.

A potent cocktail mixes itself within him. Frustration that he can't tell if Trapper's trying to humiliate him or not. Embarrassment that he's not sure which of those he wants to be true. The faintest stream of desire that he immediately tries to block off.

When a good five seconds tick by without BJ finding his tongue, Trapper cocks his head. "You got anythin' t'say to me after all that?" His smile widens.

BJ shakes his head. "Nope. Not that I can think of."

"Really?"

"Goodbye?" BJ suggests.

For a long moment, Trapper is silent, and BJ's cheeks warm as he begins tapping his shoe on the dirt. The flush is probably just from the sun. It's almost unbearable today even for him, a guy who was practically nursed on the sticky humidity. He'd forgotten how pleasantly dry the air could be the further he was from the bay. He misses it now.

BJ finally wanders back to his car. "Well, since we don't have anything else to say—"

Trapper grabs him by the arm and BJ whips around, ripping it from his grasp. Trap scoffs. "I just wanna know if you see the funny thing about this." He comes so close that BJ can smell his musk, rich tendrils of sweat and something so uniquely McIntyre wrapping around him like vines. An instinct has BJ sway an inch forward, but stubbornness makes him fall back again as though it was simply a breeze that drifted by. Trap flicks his gaze from BJ's eyes to his mouth, stays there just long enough to make the sensitive skin tingle, then stares him down once more. "If this situation was swapped—if you were the knight riding in to rescue me—you'd be struttin' around and getting real pissy if I didn't show you any gratitude. You'd hold it over my head for a fuckin' month. Am I right?"

BJ inhales slowly and deeply, then turns his head, his jaw clenching to the point of pain.

"Hey." Trapper touches BJ's cheek and brings him right back around.

As flames erupt where his fingers are, BJ balks. "You don't get to touch me," he warns.

Trapper's brows shoot up. "Don't I?"

There's a spark suddenly, a remembered warmth that blooms on his hips, a place where Trapper's fingerprints are tattooed. The last time they shared Hawkeye, they'd been frantic like they were trying to devour an ice cream sundae before it melted. BJ was inside of Hawk at that moment, pounding him, dizzy from the overwhelming need to possess him as utterly as he could, and it had taken Trapper grabbing his hips from behind to notice that Hawk had started to drift in that pretty way he does when he's so blissed out by their hunger. "Y'wanna slow down, tease him a little?" That's what Trapper had asked. And BJ did, if only because what he'd suddenly found himself craving was the press of Trapper's body against his back, skin on skin, Trap's chin on his shoulder and his whisper in BJ's ear of exactly how he should take Hawkeye, and that had terrified him.

That's not what they do. They don't touch. They're not close. For one moment, BJ had lost his mind and forgotten who and what they are to each other—The Other Man. All mixed up in a strangely cozy home.

And yet Trapper is still running his thumb over BJ's bottom lip. And BJ is letting him.

"You're a real piece of work, honey," Trapper breathes, and though BJ waits for him to tack on the rest of his surname, he doesn't. Not only does he let the endearment stay just as it is but his voice is so warm, it's like he's not all that angry at him in the first place. His mind jumps to the next possibility—waits for a light but painful smack on his cheek in the style of Leo—but instead Trapper drags his thumb so gently over his cheek and leaves a path of tingles in his wake. When he steps back, BJ's body pulls him forward again, but Trap's already turning away, unaware. "I'll see you back at the house."

It's the most infuriating thing he's ever done in his life, he thinks, but when the flare of panic in his chest explodes at the sight of him walking away—probably disappointed, probably hating BJ, because why wouldn't he?—BJ chokes out a tight, suffocated, "Thanks."

Trapper stops. Turns back around. "Come again?"

Of course he's gonna make BJ say it again. BJ snarls at him, teeth gritted, then tries once more. "Thank you."

For a long moment, they simply watch each other. He waits for Trapper to rub it in his face, maybe laugh at him for finally, God, submitting or whatever the hell this is. But Trap saunters toward him with fire in those honey brown eyes and BJ's heart begins to race. Yeah, sure, the road's quiet. Nobody's coming from either direction. But when Trapper puts his hands on the hood of the car on either side of him and crushes his mouth against his, BJ still thinks he must be hallucinating. Dehydration, sunstroke, something. He tastes too fucking sweet for this to actually be happening.

But the weight of his body as he slowly pushes forward, that's real. Just like the shirt that BJ grabs fistfuls of for support until his back hits the hot metal. Just like the persistent pressure of his cock directly against BJ's through their jeans.

God. Oh God, he wants him. Fucking hell, he wants him more than he can say. Fuck.

When Trapper finally breaks the kiss, it feels like it's been a century, and BJ wonders, of all things, if his palms are blistered from being pressed against the hood for so long. But whatever's brewing today in the thick California summer heat, he's not totally unaffected by it. No, he's panting just like BJ is. And he's equally as hard. And because BJ is too afraid to make the next move, they simply watch each other, frozen, not saying a word, not until Trap finally grins and murmurs, "Just a little positive reinforcement for you. It'll do you good."

"Shut the fuck up," BJ shakily replies.

Trapper chuckles. His hand finds BJ's waist next, dragging down until it cradles his ilium as though it belongs there, and when he squeezes, a treacherous grunt bursts free from BJ's ribs. Trap hums in response. He starts to pull away but BJ can't get his grip to loosen right away, and they hover a few seconds longer before he can finally bring himself to let Trapper go. Trap's visibly hard in his jeans, a thick and overwhelming length that BJ spends far too much time trying not to stare at when they're in bed with Hawk, and when he risks a glance back up, Trapper is staring right at BJ's painful erection too.

Trap licks his lips. "I'll be waitin' for you at home."

His stomach somersaults. "Waiting for what?"

Trap shrugs. "I'll let you show me." He spins around on his heel and throws his hand up in a lazy wave over his shoulder. "Be safe gettin' back, honey."

Before Korea, BJ spent the greater majority of his adult life feeling like he was in complete control, hands on the wheel at ten o'clock and two o'clock, going nice and slow, knowing his exact destination. He's been off-roading without a map now for months. And as Trapper drives away, he gets the first real temptation to speed as fast as he can and see what happens if they collide.

He doesn't know what the fuck he's gonna show Trapper when he gets back either. But for once, he's able to admit that he's damn curious to find out.

[majorbaby]

ok but i deserve an an award for not mentioning any of my whackadoodle beejtrap theories in response to that person.

listen, they can never become bffs. they are incompatible in that sense because whenever BJ starts with his BJ nonsense Trapper is like ok peace! and he walks away except maybe in PoA:

PoA BJ would be like "I'm jealous of Hawkeye" and Trapper would say without skipping a beat "you're right to be, Hawkeye was the best" and later when BJ is showing remorse like "I hurt the best friend I ever had :(" Trapper would confirm "yeah, you were a dick"

but i also think Trapper would ask BJ "do you just need to get laid? is that what is wrong? do I need to slonk your shit silly style?" and then not wait for an answer.

[tomatoluvr69]

📓 :)

Omg HELLO..........ok here’s where I break out the goofiness, simply because you’re not in the absolute madman’s land that’s the discord nsfw channel and don’t get to hear my harebrained schemes >:) not that this is that bad. But it certainly ain’t jerking any tears. Ok bad word choice now I have to resist any obvious jokes which is HARD. And also I am white-knuckled here resisting dropping a specific airbrushed fan art that remains in the Hall of Fame in the fucked up art gallery in my head ANYWAYS.....

It’s time to talk BEEJTRAP BABY.............it’s been knocking around the feral hivemind awhile and at first I was like hahaha lmao funnie. But now it’s got its silly little hooks in my brain and won’t let go. I’ll probably leave it on the back burner awhile because I don’t want to step on any toes, but I’ve long had this lighthearted idea for an AU where Hawkeye gets sent home instead of Trapper and BJ comes in to replace him which is very compelling to me because WHAT is that relationship even like without Hawkeye for BJ to be fixated on and jealous over. And also Hawkeye is uniquely compatible with each of the other two, but I don’t necessarily think they have similar enough sensibilities to reach the level of friendship with each other that each of em had with Hawk. So it’s a fun opportunity for a lot of stupid shenanigans and dumb little in-jokes with the readers like how would THIS have played out with fucking Beejtrap?

Basically I have them good friends by necessity and also both COMPLETELY mystified and oftentimes annoyed with the other. And also, like psychosexually obsessed with the other. Mostly Beej though, trapper’s chillin. Basically everything comes to a head when Trapper says word for word “you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” and BJ goes argh grrrr grrrr bark rrrrrrrr grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr but then they have comically bad sex (BJ’s fault) and that’s the end of it.

But I had SO much fun writing my silly little Carl The Handyman (actually his last name was Thehandyman thanks to bigyellowtaxis/springsteens) seduces BJ fic that I’m chomping at the bit to write another goofy little thing like that. :) and bless you I know you don’t read or write fanfic but I’m also desperate to hear your Beejtrap headcanons so. Might be sliding into an ask box near you to get a lil peek into your brain >:)

[serpercival]

Uhhhh can I get beejtrap and "...on a place of insecurity." No reason :') Thinking about the AU where Trapper has an amputation but it could be anything :D

HI REMY!!! For context for anyone who missed this one, I wrote a fic (Ephemeral, Transfemoral) where Trapper's sent home because he loses his left leg just above the knee in a shelling at an aid station. That fic is just traphawk, but I immediately went "hmm. needs to be punnitraphawk" and took the concept to The Squad and we built a lovely punnitraphawk variation :3

anyway i uh. went insane on this one. The rest of these prompts have been between 175-425 words. This one's 870. whoopsie

beejtrap, on a place of insecurity

It was going to be one of those days. Hawkeye had left well before Trapper woke up. Trapper didn’t have to go to work. He’d heard Peg leave shortly after he woke up, heels clicking against the wood floor in the entryway, and Erin was at school. There wasn’t a hell of a lot to do. No reason to drag himself out of bed to fiddle with his prosthetic or crutches if there wasn’t even anyone to talk to.

So he’d stay here. He’d get up when he eventually couldn’t wait any longer to get to the restroom, but that would only mean a few minutes of fucking around with the crutches.

The walls in the Hunnicutts’ former guest room were a nice shade of blue. A sort of dusty color. Trapper had spent a lot of time staring at them. They were easy to get lost in.

Someone knocked on the door.

Trapper sighed and checked the clock. It had been about forty-five minutes since Peg left. She couldn’t be back yet. “Yeah?”

BJ poked his head inside. “I thought we could go out for lunch.”

Trapper rolled back over. “I don’t wanna.”

BJ took one of those deep, careful breaths that meant he was trying not to be mean. “Let me rephrase. Trapper, we’re going out for lunch.”

“I haven’t taken a shower.”

Footsteps. BJ put a knee on the bed, a hand on Trapper’s shoulder, and rolled him onto his back. “Do you need a shower?”

“Yes.”

BJ stared him down. Trapper crossed his arms and refused to budge on the issue.

“Let’s go take a shower,” BJ said.

“BJ–“

“We’re going out if I have to pick you up and carry you,” BJ insisted. “Would Hawkeye let you do this if he was home?”

It was a fair point. Hawk had always been good at dragging Trapper out of the odd places he went in his mind. How had he lost forty-five minutes just staring at the wall?

BJ handed him his crutches. Trapper took a moment to tuck the dangling leg of his pajama pants into his waistband so they wouldn’t catch on anything and followed him off to the bathroom.

“Want me to wash your hair?” BJ asked, fiddling with the water temperature.

“I still got two working hands,” Trapper snapped.

BJ just raised an eyebrow at him.

“… Yeah, alright.”

BJ’s smile lit up the room while he stripped out of his workout clothes. It was still nerve-wracking, being around him. Hawkeye’s other, better lover. The one who came with a loving wife who wanted to love Hawk just the same—the one who hadn’t lost pieces of himself in the war in a way that made him a burden. He might have had trouble with his grip strength sometimes, but that was nothing compared to struggling with stairs and being pestered to look into wheelchairs.

Once Trapper had worked his own clothes off, with the help of sitting down on the toilet seat, BJ set his crutches against the wall and helped him into the shower chair before sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of it, only half in the spray. He cradled Trapper’s calf, temple resting against his knee.

Trapper swallowed and brushed the wet curls out of his eyes. “Can’t exactly reach my hair down there.”

BJ smiled, the softer kind that was usually reserved for Hawkeye and Peggy. “Is this okay?”

“Depends on what you’re doin’.”

In response, BJ ran his thumb over the long scar on the end of Trapper’s stump, that soft smile still playing across his face. It tickled. Trapper shifted backwards slightly and BJ only firmed his touch. “Do you know how special you are?”

Trapper scoffed.

“I mean it.” BJ pressed a kiss against the scar, hand tightening on Trapper’s calf. “Not because of this. The way you make Hawk and Peg light up…”

“I don’t do anything you don’t do.”

“You do. You do. You…” BJ took another deep breath, shifting to cradle Trapper’s stump in both his palms. “Hawkeye acts a decade younger when he’s around you.”

“Beej–“

“And Peggy, do you know what you meant to her while I was gone? You were her friend—her only friend—and you never pushed her. I’m grateful for that.”

The water was dribbling into his eyes. “You know the only reason I didn’t was ‘cause’a this thing, right? You two had met me before the war, I woulda been tryin’ to get with both’a you.”

“Well, maybe we wouldn’t have objected to that,” BJ said. He slid his hands down to the bottom of Trapper’s stump and pressed another kiss to the top, staring up at him with far too much heat in those beautiful blue eyes for half past ten in the morning. “You’re cute. I wouldn’t mind finding you as the prize in my cereal box.”

Trapper sniffled. “Even now?”

“Even now,” BJ promised. He dragged himself to his feet, nearly slipping on the wet tile floor before Trapper steadied him. “What are you thinking for lunch?”

“Anything except Korean.”

BJ chuckled and kissed him on the top of the head. “I can make that work.”

[serpercival]

BJ, Trapper, and Hawkeye, together and/or separate - E, I, M, U, W?

NSFW headcanon alphabet

OKAY HI I haven't done any of these as a unit yet so that sounds like fun :3

EXPERIENCE

In order from most to least: Hawkeye, Trapper, BJ. I think Trapper has probably had more sex overall than Hawkeye, but he's woefully behind in the banging men department. BJ's one-and-only was Peg for a very long time so while he's definitely had plenty of sex with her, his bodycount is One compared to Hawkeye and Trapper having literally no idea how many people they've slept with. Trapper and BJ both figure out what they're doing with men plenty quickly, though.

INTIMACY

Oh they're all fucking blubbering over each other all the time. I mean, not beejtrap at first, but once they've gotten over their Problems they're all painfully codependent and that translates into deeply loving during sex. Yeah, they'll do rough scenes, but there's always an undercurrent of almost painful affection.

MOTIVATION

look. These are all guys who will get going about literally anything. I think Hawkeye and Trapper particularly get going when BJ comes back from a run, but god knows what'll set any of them off at any given time. Competence kink for all three of them, too, which means a lot of work supply closet sex when they think they can get away with it.

UNFAIR

They're all kind of teases, but BJ's by far the worst. Hawkeye and Trapper are more likely to tease/edge each other than they are BJ just because they are both very, very aware that if they push him he pushes right back rather than rolls with it. With traphawk it's sort of "whoever pushes harder is the dom for tonight," but with BJ he just views it as being a brat and will play the brat tamer.

WILD CARD

I know I say this every single time I get the opportunity but Trapper prefers subbing and I will die on this hill. He pushes back really hard against BJ in the beginning because he thinks it's funny to rile him up, especially when BJ's actively angry at him, but once they're all on good terms he rolls the fuck over. love him!!!!

[majorbaby]

N, R, Z for the fandom asks!

thank you!

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Threesomes

Funny/cracky headcanons

Beejhawk but it's a toxic and kinky trainwreck

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

i know some people are curious about beejtrap just from the response ive gotten to some of the stuff i've written for them but like, idk if it tickles anyone's brain the way it does mine. it's crack, yeah, but only because they don't ever appear on screen imo. i have a few pieces i'm workshopping for them that i will probably end up tagging as 'crack' but only because it's expected of me. it started out as a very horny joke i was telling myself, but it isn't exclusively that to me anymore.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

a good half of what i do here is rambling and of course now that i have permission i'm blanking... oh, i started watching starsky and hutch for the first time a few days ago and i'm having a great time. as someone who is very into intimate friendships and lines blurring between friends and lovers, it's an obvious choice for me. so i'm grateful to the starsky and hutch folks who are also into mash (you included) because without those illuminating gifsets of them popping up on the dash i probably wouldn't have started watching it.

ask game

[majorbaby]

Back with one more for the bingo meme: BJ/Trapper, bc I'm really curious about your thoughts there.

Ohohoho~

If they’re hot separately it stands to reason they’d be hot together!!!

What actually happened tho is - back when i started writing bunch of what-if type ficlets for trapper i put a bunch of crack ships on the promptlist. trap/klinger, trap/charles, trap/frank, trap/beej… and my brain was like, oh what IF hawkeye's boyfriends boned each other hahaha jokes are funny.... haha.. ha....

So it’s 95% horny.

The remaining 5% is… I ship hawkbeej in a very specific and unpopular way, but if I want straight beejporn then beejtrap is a great option for me and i don’t run into the normal hangups that I run into with beejhawk.

I think BJ has very loaded opinions and attachments to sex, and for me personally with hawkeye there’s a mess of emotions that I need to reconcile before I can get to the horny stuff. I think BJ might even be like that with his wife! With trapper there’s no such turbulence, i can just make them fuck.

Also i think trapper could open up a whole world of sexual degeneracy the likes of which are beyond BJ’s wildest imagination, again, without having to contend with the “what are we” of it all. In a way, i think this might be a more chill environment for BJ and a safer time for trapper than it would be for hawkeye.

Plus I can think of a bunch of funny shit like:

BJ: I’m married

Trapper: Me too man.

Could see Trapper bullying BJ for being sexually repressed in general (not just a repressed homosexual) or, if I'm in a softer mood, which I very often am when it comes to Trapper, him being a generous and gentle lover.

So yeah, it’s motivated primarily by my desire to see BJ and Trapper fuck each other silly but there's also real potential for some character study.

Thank you for asking! Beejtrap porn fic coming soon maybe....