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Let's Get These Heels Off...
Burlesque!Terzo x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, MDNI!, Lingerie, basically smut with a little tiny bit of plot 🤷♀️
Word count: 3.4k
ANYWAY, I'M BACK HI HELLO!!!!! I really did not mean to take a hiatus, but I am in grad school and that just needed my attention these past weeks. I have been writing the whole time, this just happens to be the first thing to get finished!
But! I am sooooo excited about this! @angellayercake and I have been squealing and giggling and losing our minds over burlesque Terzo for months now and she requested this special 🥰 it was an honor to write this for you, my dearest Cake, and I hope you love it as much as I love Pastimes for a Retired Papa and Banchetto!!! Enjoy 😘
Photo credit to @theshamelessghoul @vitadevoid on Instagram 🩷 please go follow both of her accounts, she's an absolutely beautiful artist.
After stalking his Instagram page every night for a week, you knew you had to see him perform in person. Not to mention that Vegas isn't too far a drive from your place. You 𝘩𝘢𝘥 to see him, you just had to.
And that's how you found yourself at the door of this club, paying the high cover charge. The venue was well worth it though, beautiful dark decor, mirrors and dim lighting making the place feel large, but intimate. You'd made it a point to dress appropriately, wanting to look fine and feel your best, but not outshine the performers. So you went with a tight black leather dress that displays your bust nicely, black lace long sleeve crop top layered over, and of course black stiletto heels to match.
Glad you came by yourself to fulfill this silly little fantasy, you take a seat in a quaint cushioned arm chair, noticing the array of vintage mismatched furniture, and order a drink. There was already a set going on, dancers gracefully moving across the stage, with the lighting offering glimpses of the room while keeping most of the viewers concealed in the shadows. You were grateful for that.
You'd never been to a place like this before and you just wanted to view the art from a distance.
Just in time too, as the one you'd been longing for took the stage, his presence larger than life, seemingly squeezing all the air from the room... And he hadn't even shown any skin yet.
His gig was definitely out of the ordinary, but there was something so alluring about watching this Anti-Pope, Papa Emeritus the Third, sashay across the stage. His dance style is slow and sensual, teasingly revealing a fishnet clad leg here or a lace covered hip there as he slowly works his way out of his papal vestments.
He certainly has the bedroom eyes down to a science as you find yourself unable to look away. Another thing that's hard to look away from is that beautifully plump ass, showcased so artfully with leather straps cupping his cheeks.
The Anti-Pope was well practiced at making his way across the floor, legs spread sinfully and hands groping various body parts. Lastly, he unhooks his corset to reveal tassels on his nipples, and he wasn't left in much more than those and a pair of panties. A few more twirls around the stage and the last few notes of the song ring out, while the lights go totally dark, leaving it pitch black in the room. The click of his heels returning backstage are the only sound until the lights slowly come back up.
Hell, he really knew how to leave a crowd wanting more. Or maybe it was just you--either way, you were happy to have seen him perform in person. It had been worth the drive and every penny.
You were pleasantly surprised to find him in the kickline of a few other performances that night, for the performers that needed back up dancers. Although you did think it was unfair for the boss to put him in the back like that, because he always stole the stage from whoever was supposed to be leading.
After the night had simmered down, a few of the dancers creeped out into the audience, mingling with the crowd to keep them happy and earn the waiters some higher tips. There were still a few performances happening, but they hardly held your attention as you felt a shift in the vibe. Papa had come out from backstage and was taking his time greeting the guests, many of them wanting to kiss his hands or cheeks.
He's so charismatic that people are drawn to him like a magnet. You feel the pull too, but you're perfectly content to watch from afar... It's not like he would know you anyway.
That is, until it seems like he's coming your way. Is he? No. Surely he's looking for someone behind you.
Tensing your fingers around the arms of the chair, you try to straighten up as best you can as he saunters right over, leaning forward and placing his hands on top of yours, effectively pinning you to the spot. His nose is only inches from yours as he looks you over, "Didn't your Mama teach you it's impolite to stare?"
"D-don't mind me... I'm just enjoying the view, um, Papa." You knew you didn't stand a chance of sounding confident in front of him, so you just did your best not to fumble your words.
He smirks, letting you know he enjoys the flattery, "Please, tesoro, call me Terzo. Papa is simply my stage name." He winks and offers his hand up to your lips.
Carefully, you take his hand in yours, appreciating his short black nails, before softly placing a kiss to his knuckles. "Terzo," you whisper, mostly to yourself.
While his hand is still in yours, he snakes his hand around your wrist before bringing it to his lips. "And you? Who are you this evening, dolce mia?"
"Just a starstruck fan," you supply before giving your name.
Still kissing his way up your arm, he tries your name on his tongue before nipping at your earlobe, earning a heavy breath from you.
"Would you like to take this somewhere a bit more private, bella?"
You stutter, "I-I didn't... I didn't think that was allowed here."
"Sì, sì, you are right, 'no stripping here on The Strip', eh?" he chuckles. He stands up and stares you down, looking you directly in the eyes, "I guess I'll be getting off all by myself tonight then." He fakes a pout before flashing a playful look at you.
Suddenly he's walking away, as if he'd forgotten about you all together.
"Hey, wait!"
He keeps walking, heading up the spiral staircase behind the stage. You hesitate momentarily before chasing him up the stairs. You had come all this way; why not take the fantasy as far as he would let you?
Upstairs, he sits at his vanity, illuminated beautifully by the soft light. Yet again, you stare as he fixes up his makeup. When he sees you behind him, he makes a comment about you being in his mirror.
But then he stands up and you're drawn to one another. He turns and within a second, his hands are on your jaw and yours on his waist, making out.
At some point, you were spun around and the next thing you know, you're being backed into another vanity, stumbling into it as lip glosses and tubes of mascara roll onto the floor. Grabbing roughly at your ass, Terzo lifts you onto the vanity, mouth never leaving yours. In fact, he uses it as leverage to gain access to your tongue.
Your fingers tremble in an attempt to untie the silk robe he'd covered his lingerie with, while he's working your black lace top off. As it drifts slowly to the floor, you start to hear a rumbling noise across the room.
Terzo pulls away from you, and before you can ask what the noise is, he's pulling you off the vanity. "Come with me, cara mia," he whispers, dragging you behind one of the various curtains back stage. Suddenly the room fills with chatter, and you realize the noise had been many, many sets of high heels coming up the stairs. The night must be over downstairs and the club getting ready to close.
Wrapped in a shroud of darkness behind the heavy velvet curtain, you feel Terzo's hands return to your waist and his lips at your ear, "Quiet, dolcezza, we wouldn't want to get caught, would we?"
"No," you reply, trying not to giggle. His mouth is curled into a big smile as it makes contact with your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips along your exposed skin. Silently you let out a shaky breath, fighting off a whimper.
"Ugh! Whose shirt is this?! They knocked over all my shit!" one of the dancers yells, receiving a low chuckle from Terzo.
Hands sliding up his body, you finally slip that robe from his shoulders, exposing more skin, but your hands are much more interested in diving into that luscious black hair, which draws another low noise from the man. "Shhhh," you breathe out.
His hot mouth is now lapping at your cleavage, until his thumb finds the scandalously placed zipper on the front of your tight leather dress. Inching the pull tab down, his nose dips down to the space between your breasts where he places a soft kiss.
Gently you hold him against you, one hand tangled in his hair, the other on his cheek. Undoubtedly, you have his face paint all over you, but Terzo is simply alluring in everything that he does. From the way he performs on stage, grasping everyone's attention in the palm of his hand to the dangerous way he romances you, kissing you like he loves you... you know you'll never get enough.
Finally, the dressing room starts to quiet down. Girls chatter about where they're going to grab dinner or who's going home with who. And eventually, you're left alone with your lover for the night.
Peaking his head out from behind the curtain, Terzo nods that the coast is clear, taking your hand and smirking, "Per favore, bella mia, follow me. I know the perfect place to have my way with you."
Cocky in an endearing way, that's how you'd describe him. A stranger who somehow knows exactly what you need... It's maddening, but comforting.
However, upon reaching some kind of office door, you are given some pause, "Hey, woah, where are we going?"
"Just through here, amore," he tugs your hand.
"I mean, is that someone's office? Are we supposed to be in here?" You question him, but the idea of getting caught has certainly done something to you.
"Sì, the owner's. Won't it be fun, dolce?"
Looking between his hand still holding yours and his playful duochromatic eyes, you can't deny him. "Yes," you grin, biting your lip as he pulls you through the doorway, nearly slamming it behind you.
Despite him not being the largest man, he has full control of your body, making quick work of shoving everything off the desk and laying you back on it. "Bellissima, cara mia, your beauty is unmatched," he mumbles, admiring your disheveled form spread out before him.
You huff, "Please... Have you seen yourself?" It was true. He looks like pure debauchery in that moment, leaning over you in nothing but heels, fishnets, and a black lace thong.
He smiles in a way that almost looks shy, "Sì, but tonight is all about you, no?" He leans over you on the desk, placing a kiss to your jaw.
"Who said that?" you sigh at his contact.
"You did, signora, with your actions," his lips start their decent down your body, again on your cleavage, your sternum, your belly, as he slowly unzips your dress and continues his explanation, "you drive all the way out here, from wherever you come from; you dress up; you spend your evening with us... I have never seen you before."
By now he's made his way to the waistband of your panties, kissing the skin just above the lace.
"Oh, and you know everyone who comes in here?" you chuckle and your hand comes up to massage his scalp.
"Mmm, sì, amore," he slides the zipper down to where it ends at your knees, allowing the dress to fall open, and he lifts one of your legs off the desk to nip at your inner thigh, "and if I do not know someone... I make it a point to introduce myself." His devious eyes flicker up to yours.
"So you do this with everyone you meet?" you sit up and raise your eyebrows, shaking the dress straps from your shoulders.
"Are you implying something about me, tesoro? Besides..." He ducks his head down, rubbing his nose perfectly across your clit, "It's not lady-like to kiss and tell."
Feeling his hot breath even through your underwear, you're met with those smoldering bedroom eyes he had on stage. When you let out an involuntary whimper, you have to stop yourself from urging his face towards your core.
Like a mind-reader though, he's pulling off your panties, "You must've been wet from the moment you saw me on stage." He grins proudly, but before you can chide him, Terzo's mouth is already on you, instead stealing the air from your lungs as his tongue circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Ah! Oh, Terzo..." you gasp as your fingers curl in his soft hair. If your eyes hadn't been screwed shut in pleasure, you would've seen the enjoyment written on your lover's face as he works his magic.
His hands grip your thighs roughly, pulling you to the edge of the desk to be able to dip his tongue between your folds, teasing your entrance. Your needy whines egg him on as he fucks you with his tongue, that perfect nose smashed up against your oh-so-sensitive clit. It's so overwhelming you actually try to push his face away, but Terzo digs his heels in, holding you firmly in place. Surely you'll have bruises where his fingertips clutch at your skin.
In an embarrassing amount of time, that familiar tension builds in your abdomen. Looking down at the man through your lashes, you feel an urge to beg for permission, but your mouth is unable to form the words. He senses it though, and gives you a gentle nod without disrupting his ministrations. Thighs squeezing against his ears and a high heel digging into his back, you cum for him, convulsing as he carries you through it.
Carefully, he stands up between your legs, allowing you to lean on him with your arms wrapped around his neck as you both catch your breath. Propping your chin up on his chest, you look up at Terzo. His face paint is totally wrecked, but you like seeing what's beneath it as well.
"Bene?" He whispers softly, "Was it good for you?"
"Yes," you let out a breathy laugh at the absurdity of that question. Eyes trailing down, you notice his painfully hard cock barely concealed by his thong. Looking up at him, you slowly reach for it, and you're met with a pleased hum when you palm at the head.
His lips find yours once again as he gently bucks into your hand, feeling just as needy for you as you'd been for him. "Per favore..." he rasps, "please."
"Please, what, baby?" you ask him.
"Fottimi," he says it so quietly you hardly hear him.
"Hm?" you look up, cupping his chin in your fingers, other hand still working his throbbing desire.
Squeezing his eyes closed, a beautiful blush blooms across his cheeks, "Fuck me. Please, fuck me..."
Seeing this once-confident performer enter such a space, you feel even more of a need to please him; it lights a fire like you hadn't experienced before. "Why don't you go lay on the couch for me then, hm?"
It's not lost on you how earlier you'd been worried to even come in the office, and now you're telling your lover to use the furniture.
He nods and takes a couple steps across the small room, heels clicking on the old hardwood floor. Pausing in front of the small piece of furniture like he has to think about it, he slowly bends at the hips, placing his hands on the soft cushion first, then following with his knees.
You follow him over, unable to resist his plump backside. Palming and squeezing at it, you chide him, "Putting your cute little ass on display for me? Just like you did on stage," you trail off. 𝘛𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘱! You earn an involuntary moan from Terzo as you spank him. He turns to look over his shoulder at you, where you then lean down and press a soft kiss to the hand mark you left on him, "I think I asked you to lay down."
He gives you that devilish grin before flopping back on the sofa, stretching and arching his back, feigning innocence.
Something about him acting this way emboldens you, so settling between his spread legs, you reach down and harshly tear open the front of his fishnet stockings, "If you want to act like a little whore, then I'm going to treat you like one!"
He reaches down to grab your wrist, placing it on his crotch and rutting against your hand again, "Sì, amore, please..."
Snatching your wrist away, you swat your fingers at his erection, making him jerk in a way that you're pretty sure means he liked it. "You're lucky you're so goddamn pretty."
"Hmm," he grins again, "Or what?"
"Or..." Roughly, you grab the waistband of his offending little panties and rip them down enough to expose him, the pretty pink tip dripping with precum. Taking his length in your hand, you stroke up and down, before continuing, "Or I wouldn't touch you like this..."
He whines at the way you handle him; he's so perfect, you know you can't resist him any longer.
Moving to straddle his hips, you grind your sex on his. This allows you to lean down and kiss him again, which he pulls you into hungrily. When you break away, you gaze into those lust blown mismatched eyes, "Or I wouldn't fuck you."
It's your turn to grin as you line him up with your entrance, and he becomes a writhing mess beneath you. Seconds later, however, the room is filled with gasps, sighs, moans as you finally become one.
With Terzo fully seated inside, you waste no time working your hips, easing you both into the motions of lovemaking. And what a picture you are: a tangle of limbs, lingerie, and stilettos.
His needy hands reach out to squeeze at your breasts, urging your bra straps off of your shoulders. Finally, you reach behind to unclasp the article of clothing and discard it. In an instant, your lover's hands return, cupping, massaging, and teasing your chest. The way his fingers roll your nipples already has them budding, but his mouth closing around one of them really does the trick.
With one hand cradling the back of his head and the other on his shoulder for support, you ride him at an energetic pace, gasping each time his teeth nibble at your sensitive skin.
"That's it..." he starts to whisper between love bites, "sì, principessa, oh, pl- per favore, take your pleasure from me."
Kissing the top of his head, you sigh into his ear, "Touch me... Touch me, please, Terzo!"
"Sì, signora," he obliges, his middle finger finding your clit easily, "Sei bella, così bella. Veini per me, cum on me, tesoro."
"I'm gonna..." You bite your lip, "Ahh, cum with me, baby."
Your second orgasm hits you like a wave, and it has you seeing stars. Feeling you clench around his cock, Terzo, blissed out, bites down on your collarbone as he follows you over the edge, spilling into your perfect velvety walls. Pain mixed with pleasure somehow heightens the sensation futher for you; it's nothing short of a miracle you were able to ride you both through your climaxes.
Terzo collapses straight back and you right on top of him, exhausted. His arms come up to wrap around you, gently tracing shapes into your back. When you give a tired groan, he offers, "Dai, we should get you upstairs, you stay the night with me."
"Upstairs? You live here?" you mumble into the crook of his neck.
"Sì, ragazza stupida," he chuckles, "I own this place."
"Hey!" you sit up and see him pointing at something... the name plate from the desk, thrown across the floor reading 'Terzo Emeritus.' Glaring back down at him, you argue, "Well, I'm not stupid, or whatever you said."
He smiles up at you, softly. "It means 'silly,' amore mio."
"Oh... Well still..." you lower your voice to a near whisper, "I would like to spend the night with you."
He reaches up to stroke your cheek, "Okie dokie, then. Let's get these heels off."
#ahhhhh i hope you love it ❤️#i have missed being able to post for everyone#but it's summer now so yay!!!#the band ghost#ghost band#papa emeritus iii#papa iii#terzo#papa 3#papa emeritus 3#papa terzo#ghost fanfiction#x reader#fem reader#burlesque#au#alternate universe#reader insert#thank you for the ask ❤️
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not an au or anything but my favourite part about their dynamic is how mutually obsessed they are with each other!!
the way Max only really sees Charles as a rival, and the way Charles isn't happy with his results as long as he hasn't beat Max!! and how much they bring each other up in completely unrelated conversations or how they gravitate to each other post-race
they only have eyes for each other, they are soulmates your honour 🤭
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hi i don't know any turtle who's that 😋🐢🐢
Yes!! God, I can't do with them being losers for each other, remember the time where Charles had his phone screen open and there was a gift of Max's points 😭😭 or him having to be the first who celebrates Max last year in Qatar after a disastrous race 🧸🧸 a big tired silly smile on his face 🧸🧸
Max defending Charles in every case and shutting everyone up if they try to throw shade at Charles... even when he's not in the room 🫵🏻 he's that man 🫵🏻 truly a gentleman, I need someone like him unfortunately and desperately 😶🌫️
Their post race ritiuals are embarrassing to say the least, they are menaces to the society, the interviewers, FIA officers, other drivers 😾😾
"How they gravitate to each other," 😋 It's always them 😋
send me your favorite AU/non AU tropes and your favorite dynamics about Lestappen, and we'll talk about them <3
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So many interesting options in your WIP List. I thought abt asking after the 'Wise' one or the DnD AU....but im perhaps more curious for the babysitter Dream AU? and maybe a sneak peak of the Stabbed Hob ficlet 👀👀👀
Dnd au from my WIP list answered here :)
Babysitter Dream fic lives mostly in my head and it’s not actually an au 🙈 it’s this:
Hob is looking after his colleague’s twins when Dream visits, an emergency comes up and Hob has to rush out, leaving the twins in Dream’s care
I hc Dream to be excellent with kids, treating them with outmost seriousness like the little marvelous beings that they are. Kinda the approach I believe he shows later in the comics with Delirium? (I havent myself read that far yet though)
Anyhow if this ever gets written it would include in no particular order: meowpheus, a raven with a foul mouth, fantastical lego bricks and rapunzel hair
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You’re in luck with the Hob gets stabbed ficlet though - also called The Risks and Perks of Immortality - A Robert Gadling Testimony is one of the fics that will most likely get finished as the first draft is all written. So I can definitely share a snippet :)
The premise is that Hob’s immortality works in such a way that he dies for a few seconds when he gets killed before he comes back - Dream knows this, but knowing it and seing it firsthand is a wholly different matter :)
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Dream says “Hob,” and the way he says it is wrong. It sounds like he’s pleading.
Oh.
Oh right. Dream’s never personally seen Hob cross the threashold of death and back again before.
“No worries love, I just…just gotta take a lil nap and I’ll be-“ the room before his eyes wobbles, his vision smudging, “I’ll be, uhm, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,”
Hob slurs, and then he passes out.
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#thank you for the ask ❤️#the sandman#dreamling#my wips#my ramblings#dream x hob#babysitter dream fic#hob gets stabbed fic
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One cute one for you
Jan, who was dozing off on Jure's shoulder, had one of Jure's hands still tangled in his long, dark hair.
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Not an ask, but thought you might appreciate some cats
I always appreciate cats! What beautiful, sleek specimens they are too! Glorious coats! Are they yours? What are their names?
I always wish our cats and dogs were so floofy. I mean, not really because they'd overheat to death in this climate. But still. FLOOOF.
Méka and Moo say hi!
#kitties#my stinky laundry basket is there favourite place in the world#thank you for the ask ❤️#asks#knee of huss
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#37! Would your OC ever attempt to cook a romantic meal for a partner or prospective partner? How successful and/or funny would this end up being in reality?
Since you didn't specify, IN ORDER:
Raine would try. She's not a GREAT culinarian though, and she knows her limits, so what she'd probably actually do is recruit the help of either the House Fortemps staff or House Borel's steward and housekeeper, and she'd limit her personal involvement to making a dessert or after-dinner sweet. It'd be a very nice little production and the biggest risk is that some kind of emergency will pop up to drag either her or Aymeric away in the middle of it.
X'khal would not have the first idea. Any romantic meal he's involved in would be a conspiracy between Gabrielle, Lyngsath and the staff of the Bismarck. He'd be embarrassed if he realized it was supposed to be romantic, maybe don't tell him.
Meiyi's idea of a romantic meal is "I hunted and killed this boar for us to cook while we're camping, to show how well I can provide for you since you are a hopeless nerd." Which she probably did more than once in the early days of her and Aldo's partnership. He gets to return the favor and impress all the Dotharl by hunting some huge steppe creature for a feast during the meet the fam stage of Stormblood.
...I don't really want to know what a romantic meal for Asher and Astarion would look like, do you?
#ffxiv#baldur's gate 3#oc: raine d'arcy#oc: x'khal leonhart#oc: meiyi dotharl#oc: asher sterling#ask meme#petitfarron#thank you for the ask ❤️
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Hello friend! Do you have if-he-were-alive Rook and Avery headcanons you would like to share?? Or for any of your detectives! (~agentnatesewell)
Thank you for the ask, Mar!!!
I think my firmest headcanon regarding this is that Rook and Rebecca would have had more kids.
My headcanon is that, when they were brainstorming names for the baby that would become Avery, Rebecca only proposed A names because she thought it was more organized to name the children alphabetically. She was already thinking of a future with more children.
So if Rook had lived... I imagine Avery growing up in a house full of people, full of love. Rook of course, and B and C siblings, and even Rebecca, who would have been home a little more often (Rook would not have let her emotionally neglect their child!). Maybe a dog or cat too (who would also be named alphabetically lol). She wouldn't have grown up so lonely, wouldn't have been so hungry for love, probably would have never dated Bobby. (And would have bitten his head off if he ever sniffed around her younger siblings lol.)
How it affects her personality and career trajectory and everything else is still fuzzy to me. Canon!Avery is so defined by the absence of people who should have been there; and I'm not sure what she'd be like in the absence of that absence. (It's also hard to say what other trauma Rebecca and Rook would inflict together lol. I like imagining them having a happy lovely family with no problems, but I'm sure there's room for complexity that i don't want to imagine.)
The other scene that I've had percolating in my head is Rook at the Navery wedding. He'd be like "Listen. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. If you want to run, we can run." She doesn't take him up on it of course, but he wants her to know that he always has her back.
Oh! And he'd probably have a cute nickname for her like Bean or Little Lamb or Starfish or something. Something she'd find so embarrassing (but!! she doesn't know what it's like not to have it!!).
#avery lin#this is so disorganized i hope this made sense#this version of avery would probably be so different from canon avery#like would she even still fall in love with nate?? (i think so. esp with siblings and more of a protective streak)#she would be better friends with adam for sure lkl#thank you for the ask ❤️#now i have to daydream a whole personality for b and c lol
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How would you rank all the popular mash ships?
Ooh, thank you for this beautiful shiny bat, I can't wait to swing at the hornets nest! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
I mean, the real question is what counts as a popular MASH ship because by most metrics it's just BJHawk, TrapHawk, Everyone Else. And some ships I like or find fun to think about are insanely niche lol. So I went on AO3, excluded all the platonic ships and BJ/Peg until I got the 10 "most popular" MASH ships, and I'll rank those :3
TrapHawk THE ETERNAL OTP. Like, truly my One True Pairing, I've loved these little guys for over half my life, they have great chemistry, they're great friends, they're flirty and sweet and you can go angsty or fluffy with them with ease. Many potential story angles, great fun. I ship a lot, and find many MASH dynamics fun to explore, but they are definitely my number one.
Hawkahy Admittedly this is 90% Quordle's fault lol, but they are interesting to me. Little bit of a quieter ship made up of many small moments, but even in the movie they are drawn to each other and have some cute moments. I'm kind of obsessed with the angle that, after Radar leaves, they are the two old timers at the 4077th, that Mulcahy is the only one who's been there longer, that Hawkeye is the first responder and Francis is the last... Many fun parallels, pleasingly contrasting personalities, great humor between them, and some good chemistry. The biggest obstacle is their differing ideologies, but I think that could be explored in an interesting way.
SidHawk Some really great moments between these two, good chemistry and humor, I think they'd be well matched and very sexy/fun to read or write about, with some fun messy angst potential as well.
BJHawk Oh many complicated feelings on these two. I ship them in a very angsty, dramatic, messy kind of way. Would love to see a slowburn that really got into all the obstacles to this ship. I think their relationship would necessarily change quite a bit outside of the war in a way that would be messy but fun to explore. Overall my take on this is very different from the most common takes on them, which often ignore other people in their lives, characterize BJ in a way that's much calmer more mature than how I see him, or use tropes I'm not fond of, but eh. I think there's many interesting angles to work with them, I have many ideas I'd like to explore with this ship, but they're not my end game or OTP.
FrankMargaret Not sure I ship them, per se, but I think they are the most sexually compatible couple we see in the show, their neuroses are so perfectly aligned. Great chemistry on multiple levels, they unfortunately bring out the worst in each other, but they're such a good duo and a lot of fun, and I KNOW the sex was amazing and I love that for them lol. The ultimate crazy4crazy hand in unlovable hand ship to me.
HouliHawk Most of the boomers/Gen Xers I've talked to ship this lol. I like them a lot, their relationship has an interesting arc, and I think they're well matched in many ways. Don't really ship them, I prefer them both with other partners, but I fully get this one and think there's some good chemistry between them.
CharHawk Good comedy between these two with some sweet moments in canon to build on, I have a few ideas that I'm nibbling on, but I think if they had met outside the war they would never ever think about getting together, they are just so different, I have a hard time seeing sexual or romantic chemistry between them. Many obstacles for this ship to overcome.
DonnaCharles Complete neutrality on this one from me.
CharKlinger GOD FUCKING BLESS that one guy who has written over 400 fics for this pairing, cut me off a slice of that creative energy!! A genuine and sincere tip of my cap to stateofintegrity. The fact they've singlehandedly gotten their rare pair to within spitting distance of the second most popular ship in the fandom is astounding, if they actually lap TrapHawk I WILL go fully insane and dedicate my life to writing drabbles until TrapHawk is ahead again, but I don't like this ship and have no interest in it.
BJHawkPeg No ❤️ I think this would be a disaster- potentially a very funny/interesting disaster to read or write, but no ❤️
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Blossom, comfort and jam for the ask game? ❤️ Hi
Thanks for the ask, Pancake 😊
Blossom - what’s your favorite flower? --Sunflowers. They grow taller than my head! They turn their faces towards the sun! They just seem happy!
Comfort - who is your go to comfort character? -- Honestly? Din Djarin. Din is steadfast and loyal. During the covid lockdown when the whole world felt like enemies i would imagine him walking beside me. Keeping me safe.
Jam - favorite thing to bake? -- carrot cake. I stumbled upon the carrot cake recipe of all time. I make it for my son's birthday every year. Everyone raves about it. If anyone's interested here's the link.
I understand that crushed pineapple sounds wrong, but it adds so much moisture and you can't really taste it in the resulting cake.
springtime asks
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for the smut prompts, 23 and 40 with copia??
Hi ghestie ❤️ sorry it took me a couple days to get back to you on this! I was a little busy and not feeling creative but I wanted to give this my attention ✨ so thank you!
NSFW below the cut 🥰
Lounging on the little folding futon in Copia's room, you're locked in an intense co-op mission in Bubble Bobble. However, your friend finds his eyes wandering, taking in the curve of your hip, the way your t-shirt hugs your bust.
"C'mon, Cardi! You're down to your last life!"
"...m'not a Cardinal anymore, amico," he softly reminds you, returning his attention to the screen in front of him.
But he just can't get the idea off his mind... He wants to lay on his side with you, pressing himself against your backside.
Finally, once Copia loses his last life, you go down soon after him since you didn't have him to support you on the mission anymore.
You deadpan a look over to him as the Game Over screen flashes, "I know you can do better than that."
The look he gives you... It's one you've seen before. It sends heat right to your core, although you know you shouldn't feel that way about him.
"Oh no, don't give me that look," you shoot at him, "I'm your best friend! I shouldn't even know what your 'I wanna fuck' face looks like!"
Dropping the rectangular controller, his hand moves to squeeze the obvious tent in his burgundy sweatpants. Watching him touch himself so boldly makes you squish your thighs together, and you sit up so you're more face-to-face with the man.
"Per favore," it comes out as a half-ask as his eyes drink in your form, noticing your belly button peaking out from under your shirt and your strong hips spilling over the waistband of your own sweatpants.
"Papa, you can have anyone in the Abbey. Want me to go find you some unassuming Sister? Or a ghoul even??" You try to get out of what you know you're already locked into.
"I can have anyone in the Abbey, yet... You're right here, topolino," the hunger in his eyes intensifies as he looks at you like a cat trapping its next meal. Gently, almost too gently, his leather clad fingers circle your waist, sending a shiver down your spine.
"So you want me because it's convenient, huh?" Your voice quivers as his touch becomes heavier, his hot breath on your lips as he closes in on you.
He doesn't say anything, just leans down for his lips to find your neck, licking and nipping at the spots he knows will drive you crazy.
Choking back a little moan, you put your hand on the center of his chest, pushing him off of you just enough to say, "This is a one time thing, alright?"
His eyes flick up to yours before he chuckles deeply, lips returning to your neck as he rolls you back on the little futon. "You say that every time, tesoro," he whispers in your ear.
#OOPS#friends to lovers?#friends with benefits?????#hmmm???#hope you enjoy this anon 😉#the band ghost#ghost band#papa emeritus iv#copia#papa iv#thank you for the ask ❤️#smut#oneshot#drabble#imagine#hc#headcanon#fanfic#ghost fanfiction#cardinal copia
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I always love a fic where Max is a game streamer or esport athlete and Charles whatever you decide for his job, maybe keep his f1 driver job? Or an employee who works for an agency where Max is in it? Or his manager? Idk you tell me but Max esport athlete or game streamer is always my favorite 🫶🏻
I totally see your vision and I think it's so sweet!! Max is literally addicted to sim racing and he said himself that he even argues with hotel staff for a better wifi 😭 passion is real, so it's so fitting for his job in an au in my opinion!! look at him!!!
Charles being an F1 driver could go like, "oh, do you want to see a real race live? cheer for me? for which gp do you want paddock passes? you would support Ferrari right?-"
and Max would blush but be so excited also <3 he would support his baby and kiss his helmet after the race <3 so sweet 🥳
ah his manager, it would be also so cute <3 maybe they go from strangers to lovers or one/both of them don't realize they are in love... oblivious and embarrassingly flirting with each other 🤭
send me your favorite AU/non AU tropes and your favorite dynamics about Lestappen, and we'll talk about them <3
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✨🌸 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not 🌸
1. I'm studying American Sign Language, Japanese and Turkish
2. I don't like mangos (I really wish I did 🥲)
3. I loooove Indian food 🤤
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Okay, I should rly put proper names on these WIPs, but this is from second sequel to Inertia, aka Bojan's one.
When he was nineteen he could ignore the red string wrapped around his left pinky.
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♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? For Ven, Ollie, and Shana!
For Ven: yup! has no scars except for a massive one on the back of her head. hates people seeing it because it means that she is an actual person with a past. when reg finds and asks about it she blows up at him, their first and one of their only serious fights ever.
For Shana: also yes! has a couple little and not very noticeable scars all over his body and one big scar on his nose. all of them from his victims. he is so insecure about them you have no idea—always covers them up with makeup. absolutely worse than ven because he gets violent about it, even loses his precious self-control sometimes. scars mean that he failed at something, even if it was for just a tiny moment. failure means weakness and incapability and a loss of control and there’s nothing that shana loathes more than that.
For Ollie: Already answered this one!
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What's your favourite movie?
Batman: Under the Red Hood. It somehow managed to be even better than the comic.
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.🧩🍦🐇.
🧩 What will make you click away from a fanfic immediately?
Not having paragraphs or not having grammar - especially when the description did.
Also, villainizing characters for no good reason, but this one is harder for me to define. Like it seems to depend on my mood so I think it's more of my “She would not fucking sat that” thing that disliking villainizing. I've like got better things to do than read fics making my favourites into pricks and not tagging them as either villains or the fic as salt fics (you tag it, go nuts because then I know what to expect).
🍦 Name three name things about a character you hate
Typically I'll try to make these questions about Mianite, but I don't actually hate any Mianite characters - if I hate a character I'm not going to write fanfiction with them in it. So here's three nice things about Chris from Until Dawn - a character that went through a similar journey in my years of interacting with the character as Jordan (I ship this straight ship -> this man is a dick to his “girlfriend” and she gets to be gay now as a treat), but didn't have the redeeming qualities for me to not want to explode him with my mind.
It is genuinely very nice how much Chris cares for Josh, even post the reveal of the prank. He can die trying to bring him to safety and if that isn't being a good best friend I don't know what is
Regardless of my feelings about them as a couple “Every second I spent with you was the only thing I ever wanted to do with my time” is a genuinely really sweet line
I really like his interactions with the Flamethrower Man. Just the whole little walk to the shed with him. I stood around to hear more dialogue from the two. And the fact that he will always defend him in the police interviews if he survives is nice.
🐇 Do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or both?
Original characters, without a shadow of a doubt.
I have a very unfortunate problem that whether I see my name in a piece of media, I am then unable to take it seriously. In fact, my name was originally used in a good number of fics for Capsize, back when giving her a normal name was popular, and god did I spend so much time giggling because “tehehe that's me”. No, I can't read reader inserts with (y/n) stuff because of that - so I definitely couldn't write one.
Originally characters though, I have so many and I write and them all the time. I understand this question is likely about them being put into universe with canon characters which I don't tend to do but a) I do have an idea for a crossover with my OC verse and Mianite I'm just too lazy to write something that would require a ton of character description and world explanation right now and b) one of my OCs has a canonical crush on Leon Kennedy (and Claire Redfield and probably Ada Wong) and I'm above making them kiss (did this crush start off as a joke that she'd find RE4 relatable because she is a rich girl body guarded by a powerful person named Leon(tine) YES but I'd like her meet and kiss Leon to make her happy).
#ask game#licantropa#ask#thank you for the ask ❤️#apologises that this devolved into rambles#i quite genuinely do want to write that OC Mianite crossover but mostly because I have a scene between Redbeard and the OC originally based#on Capsize (who look wise is still a lot like my design for her) because I realised the two both have the same “I feel like I got my siblin#hurt in a way I can't possibly apologise for“ trauma and the two talking about that with someone who looks like said sibling is an idea I#still can't shift
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