#this feels thirst-trappy to me

[feraltwinkseb]

May 6, 2023 - Miami, Florida Source: dpa/Alamy Live News

[loseourmindstogether]

girlies I ask you…who was the gojo of the early 2000’s?

[rumisgf]

“GET MY F**** NAME TATTED SO I KNOW IT’S REAL” - DENKI KAMINARI x BLACK!READER

summary: your boyfriend has it all: tattoos, blonde hair, nice sleeper build, can dress, funny— he’s on the way to becoming one of the top 5 heroes for lord’s sake. but, even with all that, he can’t help but feel some type of way when he sees other dudes trying to get as his girl. he doesn’t know what comes over him, and he always starts thinking a little irritational.

includes: college!au eventual smut, tatted!denki, little plot (i sorry), females pronouns used once or twice, jealous!denki, denki calls reader ‘mama’, denki refers to himself as ‘daddy’ once, penetration, dom/sub undertones unprotected sex, recording, squirting, spit!kink, implied relationship, assumed that denki and reader record themselves fucking a lot, possessiveness, breeding kink if you squint, mentions of potential pregnancy, nasty sex

this isn’t fair. he’s finally got a hot, amazing girlfriend and everybody wants her. it makes him sick.

“woah kaminari, that’s you? how’d you bag that?” all his friends always seem to ask this same question in different variations, and their laughs afterwards seem to be filled with malice in his ears. and what’s worse is that you have no idea. you post all these pretty pictures and thirst trappy tiktok’s for random people in your comments to fawn over you. so, denki could not possibly be seething with more anger right now when someone he only sees in the dorm hallways come up to you.

“hey, um, you… seeing anyone? sorry i just saw you in class and couldn’t stop thinking about you, you are gorgeous.”

he watches as you smile, looking over to where he is as he’s supposed to getting his lunch. “o-oh, uh… thank you but i’m taken.” you shyly respond. the dude follows your eyes, and he only smirks. “well, he doesn’t seem like too much competition.”

you roll your eyes at the corny ass guy talking to you, and cross your arms. as you tell the guy he has no chance, you fail to notice denki look down at his own feet as he contemplates causes a scene at this very moment. but clearly, he didn’t care to think logically. you’re his.

suddenly, you feel a set of haste footsteps followed by two hands slowly find your waist. your movements halt as they massage the skin and pull you closer to the figure’s chest. “hey cutie, who’s this?” your boyfriend asks so innocently, making direct eye contact with the guy who’s face is beginning to flush. “mm, some dude who won’t leave me alone..” the guy furrows his eyebrows as he struggles to open his mouth. “woah, it’s like that, bro?”

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” denki says, responding for you. he softly kisses your shoulder, “she’s mine though, so you should go on somewhere.” with that, the guy reluctantly walks off, failing to hide his embarrassment.

you slowly push denki off of you, giving him a quick peck on the lips as a thank you. then, you both head back to your dorm to get away from the crowd of people at your university’s cafeteria— the habitat of horny, and corny men.

denki closes your door and plops onto the edge of your bed, holding his arms out. “c’mere mama.” you find your way on his lap as you face his grumpy face. he looks down at your body as his hands massage the sides of your waist. “so tired of that, i wish everybody would leave you alone…” he pauses, and it’s the same pause before he’s about to say one of the most outlandish things you’ve heard.

“tattoo my name on your neck.”

you smack your lips, lightly pushing his chest as you roll your eyes. “boy, i am not chrisean rock.”

“well how else are dudes gonna know you’re fucking mine?” he slowly dives into your neck, teasing the skin with his mouth as your lips part, threatening to let out a moan. “kami, you know i don’t want anybody else.” you say shyly, beginning to writhe in his lap as he’s know placing full mouth kisses on your neck. “but they don’t know that,” he mutters. he pulls away and immediately grabs you by your neck, bringing your face centimeters away from his. “if you won’t get me tatted, i’ll find another way to make sure they know you’re mine.”

he closes the space by kissing you fiercely, yet slowly. you drag your hips up on his lap, his hand gripping your waist once more as your back arches with the kiss. you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hands finds his chest, feeling his thumping heartbeat. his other hand doesn’t leave your neck as he plunges his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. you moan into his mouth, making him subconsciously buck his hips upwards. with that, you slowly start grinding on his lap and he begins to grind on your clothed crotch himself. you move in rhythm with each other, chasing the burning feeling of lust in your stomachs. then, he shoves his hand under your shirt and you finally gasp into his lips. he fondles with your soft breasts, wishing your bra wasn’t it the way. this makes you grind on him harder, and you’re sure he can feel the throbbing pulse of your now soaking pussy even through his pants. denki goes back to your neck, licking and biting your skin until several hickeys begin to show. he was serious, he was gonna find a way to mark himself on you one way or another. his hands now find your ass, squeezing both cheeks as he moves you faster on his laps and his own soft moans begin to spill out his mouth.

kaminari pulls away, both of you breathing heavy. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of you, you know that right?” he says in a direct tone. looking at him half lidded, you nod. without another word, he lifts you off of him and moves fully onto the bed. you follow him and immediately get pulled under him by his tattooed arms. his lips crash back onto yours, your hands frantically grabbing at his body. he grinds onto you, making sure you feel his hard bulge on your cunt that’s close to soaking through the panties under your jeans. “kami, please…” you whine, not knowing entirely what you’re begging for— you just know you need him in every way possible.

he quickly discards of own your jeans, then his own. immediately, his eyes meet the thong that perfectly displays your arousal dripping out and staining your folds that are halfway shown. he nearly drools, running his finger through your clothed slit. “mm-!” you moan, wincing at the pleasure flowing through you just at how eager you were for him to touch you. wasting no more time, he lifts off the bed and stands at the side next to you, pulling you on the edge of the bed in front of him. he pulls down his boxers and slides off your underwear. you gawk at his long, hard dick right in front of you, and he smirks. then, he reaches over to pick up his jeans, pulling his phone out his pocket.

he unlocks his phones, then points his camera to his dick in front of your sopping cunt. he rubs circles on your clit with his tip, “mmm, so wet baby.” he hums, before slowly sliding himself into your entrance. your walls give him a warm hug as your slick squelches once he enters them.

he wastes no time giving you every inch of him, and you cry out. “oh- shit! babyyy!” the pace is almost too much, him pumping into you like he was mad at you. “uh huh, love this dick don’t you?” he uses his free hand to grips your thigh, pushing it back. instinctively, you hold your legs back for him as close to your head as possible. “good girl, let me see that pretty pussy.”

you’re almost embarrassed, your helpless state on display as he ruins your pussy. your normally sweet boyfriend is deep-stroking the brain cells out of you with a dark, sinister smile on his face. but.. you can’t complain, he’s fucking you too good right now. “ohmygod please… i can’t..” he slaps your thigh, making your body jolt. “yeah you can, c’mon. you got it.” you throw your head back, moaning his name like a prayer. “yeahhh, my good girl.” the praise sends your head spinning as the room grows hotter by the minute. “say you’re mine. *smack* say you who belong to.”

“i’m yours- shitttt- i’m yours! i’m all yours” you say, the command causing a white ring to form around his dick from you creaming. “yeah, you like that shit? love being my good little whore?” he slaps your thigh again, making you whine. he relishes in the state you’re in, completely vulnerable to him. he loves nothing more than showing that he could really dick you down when he gets this frustrated. all the anger he gets from all these guys constantly hitting on you- he takes it out as he examines your soft, sweet body that’s all for him: down from your pussy to your mouth, “open up.” he demands. before you can even fully open it, he spits in your mouth from above you. it takes you by surprise, but he gives you not time to think even if you could…. which, you can’t, from the way he ms fucking you. “swallow that shit.”

you lick the excess spit off your lip and swallow, looking him in the eye when you do so you can see him smile. “such a good girl.. so good f’ me.” denki picks up the pace, the camera shaking with his movements. your voice jumps with every thrust as you moan out for him. his breath huffs with every thrust, sweat beading up on the both of your bodies as you fuck like dogs in heat. your body is littered with hickies and red marks that were intentionally painted on your body by your boyfriend. although they’re not permanent like tattoos, they still holding the same meaning that you belong to him and him only.

he grips your waist as he fucks you into pure bliss. you feel a strong knot threaten to burst in your stomach. “i- fuck! ‘m gonna cum~”

“yeah?” he taunts, immediately rubbing your clit. “you wanna cum already? ‘m fucking you that good?” his ego grows by the second as you become putty in his hands, legs threatening to give out. you let out a drawn out moans as he punctuates his hips, abusing your g-spot over and over. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes stiffen in the air, losing control of your body.

“go ahead, nut all over this dick.”

you scream his name as your juices squirt out of you and onto his stomach. he continues fucking you as you making a mess on the floor, the bed on him, and yourself. your body shakes violently as your orgasm takes over you, him pulling out and smacking his dick on your clit as you violently squirt on him. then, he slides back into you, groaning at how soaked you are. “my good little slut… all mine— nobody can fuck you like i do. say you’re my little slut.”

you let out a slurred “i’m your little slut” as you feel another orgasm build up. in a matter of seconds. he pulls your body closer, leaning forward so he can fuck you deeper. in another minute, you’re squirting on him again as he fucks you, moaning so loud your housemates can definitely hear you by now. “fuck baby… so fucking messy.” he moans, now chasing his own high. “fuck- where you want it baby? huh?”

“in me- please!” you beg, looking up at him with doe eyes as he relentlessly bullies your cunt. his eyes spark up, slightly taken aback from your response. “yeah? dick so good you want me to give you a baby?” you nod eagerly, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks from the overstimulation. you both know you’re out your right mind and this is not a logical decision to make on a whim, but you pray that maybe god is on your side just this one time— even though this is such a sinful act. “yes please put a baby in me!”

“daddy’s gonna make you a mama- fuck- gonna fuck my kids into you.” he pants, thrust becoming frantic and rigid. and though he doesn’t wanna admit it, he’d love nothing more than for you to be swollen and soft because of him. the though of you carrying his child with an large stomach that contrasts your smaller figure brings him right to his own orgasm. with a hard, deep thrust, he lets out loud strings of moans matches with the thick ropes of his seed seeping into your cunt. you moan at the warm feeling, eyes threatening to close shut. he pulls out of you, rubbing your clit as cum leaks out of your used hole.

setting his phone down after quickly adding it to his special folder, he grabs a spare towel from his closet to clean the both of you up. then, he lays down next to you after you scoot into your covers, legs still shaking. he looks down at them, letting a chuckle out his mouth.

“damn, i fuck you that good?”

you smack his chest, only causing him to laugh more. “bitch i had you whining to cum in me, hush.”

“oh really? cause if we watch that video back right now you’ll clearly hear you begging for me to-”

another smack lands on his chest, as you hush him frantically. “hey, at least if you have my baby they’ll really know who you belong to.” you sigh, sinking onto his chest. “then, i’ll have as many babies as you need me to.”

@ rumisgf

[xxylan]

I'm not sure how to feel about Christopher Sean commenting '🔥' on a video of me showing my Ken Sato fanart with a thirst trappy as audio

[tarot-junkie]

Coulda woulda shoulda. Just kind of ranty thing today…Not a Tarot Reading, But Still a Read:

I think what’s more aggravating these days is that Mr (basically wouldn’t use the term) “reductive” to describe certain things has, in FACT been reduced to THIS type of news. THIS type of content. THIS type of play.

Silly me, the stupid fan, for investing money into a curated image. Silly me, for thirsting over this person who doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s weird. He appeared to be invested in social commentary, interacting with fun content on IG, putting effort into social Justice related issues, a wiiiiittle thirst-trappy (but oook!), flirty, funny.

We joked about chest hair, glasses *and* his personality (welcome to the oddball female fan gaze). We all…ALL OF US (cue generalization) wanted to be besties with Scott, caretakers of his dog. In our dreams, right? These were the running jokes, anyway. It was fun. Funny. Interactive.

But now here we are. The superlative-laden girlfriend, who doesn’t know how to ACT inclusive beyond tweeting it, is allllllll we now know about him anymore. He is, and she is. And so we exist only in this weird-ass vacuum. To be fair, we are not OWED. ANYTHING. What I mean is that “he” as a concept is now reductive. The substance is absent. Lacking.

I don’t have an emotional feeling on this other than “that’s a shame.” Because I feel opportunities were pissed away. ASP is silent at a time when misinformation is aplenty, as always. His ability to utilize platforms for good (not a requirement) is absent. Ok fine. And the only speaking representation isn’t some slick motherfucker with big words, but rather other people, cheap articles and what appears to be a pretentious group of hangers-on who love to spout his IMDB accomplishments.

The other shame is that…if you’re someone who has been through trauma, you don’t use it for an article (the abduction), you don’t brag about being charitable or a humanitarian. You just do it. Brag about that. Tag THAT in your stories. But, I see. I get it. Charity is not fashionable like a resold miu miu skirt. Do you.

What’s become abundantly clear is that there is a group of individuals using the “everyones so mean” schtick. 🙄mmmk. Honestly, it’s your fault. Your loss. And your inability to manage your image.

👍🏻 cool bruh.

[dirty-droid]

How many languages do you know?

And if you have any pets, may we see them? 👀

Hi!!!

I already answered the language one, I only know English 😅

AND YES YOU MAY SEE MY BABY GIRLS

This is my baby girl, Dove, her full name is Love Dove, I adopted her around 2017, she was an outdoor cat that we noticed was pregnant, my mom wanted to keep a kitten so we brought her inside, she lived in my room, had three little potatoes on mother's day while I was at work, and when I moved back in with my Dad, i took her with me, and we've been together ever since. She's the goodest girl, she's a scaredy cat that has since overcome most of her anxieties as we've built our bond, and she makes me feel ridiculously fulfilled as a cat dad. She also thinks her name is baby girl because even though I named her, some reason I didn't like calling her Dove until my fiance moved in and there was another cat to refer to, so I always called her baby girl and now she thinks that's her name.

I have less solo pictures of Georgie, but she's my fiance's cat, she's a screamer, she's an elderly woman, and we were thrilled to realize that both of us had dilute tortoiseshell cats, it felt very meant to be. I do love her, she's very cuddly, but, my cat screams less 🤣 and likes being petted more. Also I had to scroll past so many pictures of her, because she likes to lay on my chest when I hang out on the couch, so a lot of the pictures I have of her are very thirst trappy 🤣

[crimsun-n-clover]

dalia chronicles

i need her so bad dude

like. i don’t. i’m just being weird because i’m bored and she’s my type.

BUT—

i’ve hit rock fucking bottom. i took all the screenshots of her stuff and all the songs off of them and put them in a playlist. because if i was posting “me <3” to thee most obscure song ever?? i’d want people to go check that shit out. and like. understand me or whatever. but that’s what i would want. i’m being fucking weird about this. i think she’d like the attention but i’d actually rather die than give it to her in this dumbass unstable institutionalized way

i just need her to dm me first ONE TIME. not replying to me posting her stuff on my story. like. replying to literally anything else. to justify my behavior.

BECAUSE

HERES THE FUCKING T H I N G MAN

i took mickey to a concert a few days back. twas rad. we saw idkhow. i posted about it a little. when i get home and check my instagram?? i see that i posted us at the concert waiting for it to start 5 hours ago. and dalia posted a question submission box to an idkhow song. 5 hours ago.

WHAT ARE THE ODDS. she’s fucking with me. she’s SO fucking with me. just dm me for the love of GOD and stop baiting me with things. even though it’s kinda why im into you in the first place. fuckin whatever man.

this is literal torture but i’m kinda having a good time ngl

today she posted two stories to the song casual by chappell roan and holy. fuck. dude. that song is SO real.

i’ve felt used so much for my looks and reputation and i was fucking fine with it at the time because if that was all i was gonna get then i should just shut up and be grateful. i was so stupid but i was almost happy. it made everything hurt so much more when it was over because honestly? i was fucking bitter. i wanted nothing more than revenge and numbness. i wanted to hurt her back and keep her down before she can try that shit again. teach her a thing or two about what loss means. it’s horrible to be like that, i know. but it was horrible of her to be showing me apartment listings for us while talking to a guy who was actively homophobic toward me. i’m not proud of what i did or who i am, but fuck being the bigger person. i’m three fuckin inches tall and gonna get in your stupid double standard holding brain until you pry me out yourself and admit what you did.

anyway

dalia posted herself to that song twice in a thirst trappy way. i want to pick her brain so bad. what happened? are you okay?? you deserve better. you’re interesting and talented and deserve every ounce of attention you crave. i’d be happy to give you some if you’d give me permission. i don’t want to be the problem here. the bits of your personality that i’ve seen have been so intriguing to me. i’m enraptured and i want to know more. it’s not purely physical, but it could be if you want it to.

also. why are you so hot it’s not FAIR and how have the last two girls i’ve been dangerously into posted themselves with a star drawn on their collarbone and made my poor gay brain short circuit?? i’m actually in shock about that one ngl. while the lyric “knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out, is it casual now?” plays in the background. i hope i die

moving on. ish.

i want to save it but they’re videos and i can’t just paste videos into a notes file like i would with a photo i didn’t want laying around. i didn’t even like the more thirst trappy one because i’m RESPECTFUL. she’s so pretty and i want to drool over her a little. i’m obviously fucking ashamed but if a straight guy did it it would be normal so. whatever. i feel like saving it would be hitting some kind of barrier. dunno what it is but there’s gotta be a limit around here somewhere. or maybe it’s admitting something to myself. that this is a genuine interest but it’s not if i don’t save the video. GOD i hate it here

i feel like i’m objectifying her? like. i’d love for her to objectify me honestly. lick my fucking tongue and get it over with so i can think about it for the rest of my life. she seems to be looking for attention in any way she can get it and that makes me think she would be cool with it. but i don’t want to be that you know? i know how that feels. but i also wouldn’t mind something unserious with her. but i would want more if she wanted more. that’s a fucking LIE i’d want more regardless but i’d take more if i got permission.

i’m kinda sorta maybe the type of person with an avoidant attachment style. something good happens? cool! sounds like bullshit. cash out while i’m high and tuck tail n fucking bolt. i’ll feel like shit about it but if i stick around something bad always happens.

i’m getting. a vibe. that maybe she’s similar. i’m probably just projecting. i don’t know how to describe it, but it feels like everything she does is a wild fucking shot in the dark and then she runs off for a bit until she builds up the courage to do it again. she’ll drop a hint or say something important and then post art and her outfit for a week and do it all over again.

it feels like we’re both testing the water at different times. just “wouldn’t it be cool if. girlfriend? GOODBYE GUYS NICE KNOWING YOU” eventually there’s gonna be an intersection and shit is gonna go DOWN bro. like. added to my lore kind of down. but i think i’m gonna be the one to have to actually make the first move that isn’t liking her stories and i’m gonna blow my fucking brains out. and like five other people will die because of all the suicide pacts i’m a part of.

and then immediately after i get even a DROP of reciprocation i’ll go “damn that’s crazy. fuckin ditto or whatever. i’m leaving the country don’t wait up” OR immediately propose. no in between. i hate it here

[honeyhotteoks]

as someone who bias mingi, im so happy you read him the way that you do.

i hope i don't sound rude, but i've seen so many atinys turn him into this fuck boy-like, crazy spirit, loud persona that it throws me so off from sometimes reading/interacting.

mingi is so intelligent and thoughtful; his words are wise and well expressed, he strikes me as someone who is on the internet a lot, reading about topics and making sure he knows better, that he learns so he can become better or be someone who has answers to those who are confused.

i'm in no way saying that fictional portrayals of mingi should be canon, in no way shape or form, but the fandom in general has grown so fond of this dumb, fun and chaotic side that sometimes mingi puts on for variety/when he's in stage that they forget he's in reality, quite a quiet person. the same when they joke about his english, people don't realise mingi is actually speaking/writing in a language that he doesn't use 24/7, him not being proficient in a language he doesn't speak on the daily shouldn't be a joke to so many (and as a bilingual myself, they've no idea how much it discourages you to see people laugh at all the hard work you're putting to learn/improve yourself).

i ended completely off topic, and im sorry to bother but i had to speak my mind on this one, because mingi should be much more appreciated in this fandom.

✨anon

Oh I genuinely could not agree more with you!! And honestly more people should say it. I think that's the danger of having a wide fanbase, you have some people who dig in and get to know them, and others who just see some stages or a few variety shows and that's it, that's the persona. And that's okay..... but it does genuinely bother me that Mingi in particular gets this weird rap as dumb or even a himbo. he's not.

I really do think that for all the smut i write and however hot i think these guys are...... the thing i love about them that keeps be around is that they're all good people who don't feel like crafted idols 24/7. and maybe that's just me being a fool for the parasocial machine, but i just don't think you can fake how genuine they can be at times. it just bums me out that when they're being genuine and honest, atiny can sometimes look the other way because it's not.... thirst trappy enough or because it's not about their bias.

i watch and listen to all the content, for all members because i feel a certain level of responsibility writing them, and i love them all, despite my diehard yunho biasing ways.... and i just think more of the fandom should slow down and listen versus projecting onto them.

[wtflife01]

 Maybe it was her decision 🤷🏻‍♀️ mick fans aren’t all sane remember that fan statement when it was known he and Justine were together 😭 I remember while they were together many people hating on her looks and saying she was too old for him, also the Schumacher family are all for privacy so wouldn’t surprise me if it wasn’t even mick decision to be so private but theirs, maybe now he doesn’t care and is just doing whatever he wants to do

Tbh it feels so weird to see him do a 180 when it comes to privacy first the thirst trappy posts and then the hard launching of his latest gf.

It's a bit out of character but at least he is showing something other than that robotic pr curated image that he had previously.

The new girl is already being attacked. Same old story : money/fame thirsty sugar baby that uses men... Someone even said she is a homewrecker.

he kinda changed since he went to Mercedes and I'm here for it 😅

[joonlic1ous]

📌PIN POST!!!

I am Karmen/Joon, 17 year old self taught digital artist 🌚

I mostly draw fandom art, OCs sometimes too but rarely

Browse the tag "#fully rendered compilation" for some of my higher quality art 😇

All my art is SFW - although I had my close friends call my art "thirst trappy" sometimes but I don't see it smh....

My page is 13+, Cw for gore art and idk himbos with man tiddies LOL

Feel free to ask me anything!

Interests, DNI and some random info below

I make fan art mostly of my interests which include,

The Binding of Isaac(most of the time, i draw my AU more than canon)

Criminal Case(Grimsborough specifically)

Object shows(Mostly BFDI/BFB, maybe some others like hfjone soon?)

I guess most of my art is Jacob and Esau from tboi bc I'm mentally sick in the head😢

DNI:

Proshippers

Zoos, pedophiles, lolicons, shotacons

Bigots

Ai art mfs

Other:

Please do not edit or repost my art without my permission!!!

You are free to use my art as a profile picture, just credit me

I don't do commissions yet 💔

That's all i have to say

Enjoy your stay I guess

[adrian-blake]

The new influx of people has me wanting to post a thirst trappy photo but that involves taking one and feeling happy with it

[arsonforcharlie]

hey happy trans day of visibility, it's me, i'm a whole trans with a new shirt who will post selfies given the slightest provocation

this year was a big one for me on the actively physically transing my gender front, and that's kinda ruled, glad i managed to work past a lot of that fear and self-doubt to get more comfortable in my me than i ever thought i could be, so that rules. now that i'm where i am i can't believe how long it took to let a lot of things hit, but look at me now, i'm trans AND hot

anyway trans rights, if you're in a position to help push back against transphobic legislation do that, and give money to your trans friends whenever you can

[thepavementsings-archive]

okay give me three seconds to be deranged about this and then we can all move AWN.

I am completely 100% no doubt in my mind convinced that Pierre is the time of person that has 7863459787429 photos and videos on his camera roll and it makes me emotional and insane.

Because Pierre has said time and time again that one of the most important things in his life is to be able to experience things with all the people he cares about. And he spoke about how after everything in 2019 he was just going through the motions rather than actually living life and feeling anything about what he was doing. And now he always makes the point of how important it is for him to let himself feel all of his emotions, good and bad. 

And photos and videos are such an important way to capture moments to look back on and say: I remember this, I felt this way. There was joy here. There was laughter there. There was frustration. I can see it I can feel it I remember it. It matters. 

[katsuhera]

FUN NIGHT | BAKUGOU KATSUKI

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader wc: 3k tw/warnings: nsfw (18+), creampie, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption/mentions of alcohol, swearing, semi-public sex, club promoter!bakugou, severely unproofread a/n: happy birthday bakugou!! this is for the bakugou bday bash, and i’m so sorry for how late this is!! i had quite a day lol, but i hope you all enjoy 💖 the idea of getting railed by club promoter!bakugou in a club bathroom is one of my greatest fantasies hehe, also this is heavily inspired by the time i spent studying abroad in london 😌

“wait, where’d you find this guy?” your best friend, mina, asked, trying to peer at your phone screen as you scrolled through someone’s profile.

“my friend recommended him to me! apparently he’s like the most popular club promoter here, you get a shit ton of drinks for the good clubs, plus he’s hot,” you said, offering your phone to her.

you’d stalked @/k.bakugou before, when your friend first sent over his profile to you, just to confirm that he didn’t seem like a weirdo. but now, deep down you knew that you were just going through his profile to admire his photos.

“dude, yeah, he’s really hot,” she giggled, tapping on a picture. “all his pics are so thirst trappy. look at this one.”

she showed you a photo you’d already stared at for nearly hours on end, yet still, your eyes were drawn to that hint of a V-shape that led downwards, under his pants. bakugou’s crimson eyes glinted teasingly at the camera, a devilish grin plastered across his cheeks. he was shirtless in the picture, giving you a full view of his abs and chest. god, how you wanted absolutely nothing more than to be splayed across it, and you didn’t even know this guy.

you swallowed hard, trying to feign aloofness. “yeah, he’s pretty hot. i hope he’s a good promoter, though.”

mina continued to scroll through, reading aloud the names of clubs that he tagged on his profile. “dude, he goes everywhere. as long as we can get him to take us, we can go anywhere.”

“bet,” you said, mind already racing with thoughts of getting plastered at the club. oh, how you missed drinking and partying—a small voice in the back of your head warned you against drinking too much, considering that you no longer had the stamina and youth of your college days—but a desire, a need to get shitfaced overrode it. “i’ll dm him now!”

you: hi! my friends and i want to go to toy room tonight, can we be put on your guest list? k.bakugou: yes k.bakugou: add your friends here, that’ll make it easier for me k.bakugou: try to get there by 10:30, just mention my name at the front

you added your friends’ accounts to the group chat, but bakugou didn’t say anything else. you shrugged it off, heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

you were a couple of shots in to the pregame, starting to feel bubbly and giggly as you checked your phone for the time.

“oh shit,” you exclaimed, causing your friends to whip their heads in your direction. “we should call the uber now. we might be late.”

“oh crap, okay,” mina said, downing the rest of her shot. “i hope this promoter guy pulls through, i’m really looking forward to toy room.”

“dude, me too,” momo, your other friend piped up, standing up and smoothing down the front of her skirt. “i’ve been dying to go. also, y/n, you look really hot. that dress is new, right?”

you blushed, looking down. “yeah, i got it yesterday.”

“you should get with our promoter!’

you shot her an embarrassed look, furrowing your eyebrows. “oh my god, that would never happen. i’m sure he gets tons of girls fawning over him each night, i don’t need to make a fool out of myself.”

“yeah, yeah,” she said dismissively, glancing down at her phone. “oh shoot—our uber’s here! everyone make sure you have your id’s and wallets and everything.”

one-by-one, you filed out the door, stumbling and giggling excitedly.

the wait in the line for the club was a little exhausting, but you managed. finally, you ended up by the front.

“are you with a promoter today? and how big is your group?” the lady in the front asked.

“three in our group, and we’re with katsuki bakugou today,” you responded, smiling and slightly shivering due to the cold.

“looks good, have your id ready for them inside,” she said, checking your names off her list and moving out of the way from the entrance. glancing back, you smiled at your friends and shuffled in together.

“damn, i wonder where he is or if we’ll even get to see him tonight,” mina asked, looking around as you were led to your table.

“we should, right? otherwise, how do we get our drinks?” momo asked.

“yeah, i sure hope we get to see him,” you said, shrugging out of your jacket. “i do not want to pay for my own drinks tonight.”

“felt that,” mina said, glancing to the side. “oh wait, is that him?”

all three of you looked in her direction, and you felt a slow heat creep up to your cheeks as you took in the sight of the tall blonde, an aloof expression on his face.

“you y/n?” he asked gruffly, once he approached your table.

you nodded meekly, your body starting to cower from his towering height over you, his chests broad and muscles rippling under his button down.

“great, nice to meet ya,” he said, standing out of the way for the person behind him to roll up a cart with drinks. “i’m bakugou, you can call me katsuki, i don’t really care.” his eyes stayed on you the entire time, though your whole group listened to him intently.

“i can pour your drinks tonight, or i can get someone else to, up to you,” he said, but from the gleam that shone out from behind his eyes, you knew immediately that it was more of a question that he wanted you specifically to answer.

you swallowed, trying to find your voice. “i think we’d be most comfortable with you,” you managed, punctuating your sentence with a smile.

“yeah?” bakugou responded, the corners of his lips turning up into a slight smirk. “sure, ladies, whatever you want.”

people were still slowly filtering into the club, but you knew that it was sure to get packed soon. the line outside was ridiculously long; you and your friends were simply lucky to have gotten in line when it was still relatively short.

“so where are you from?” bakugou asked you, handing you your drink. mina and momo had went off together to the bathroom, and you stayed behind to watch over your stuff. you grimaced, seeing their not-so-covert winks at you before they ran off, slipping between the crowd.

“new york,” you said. seeing his raised eyebrow, you went on to clarify. “i’m here in london for study abroad!”

he nodded, sipping his own drink. “do you like it here?”

“it’s nice, i’m having a really good time,” you smiled, looking down. it was true, after all. london was a beautiful city, and with the way you were going out basically every other night, you absolutely couldn’t deny that you were having a lot of fun here.

“that’s great to hear, princess,” he said, his voice carrying a slight lilt. surprised, you looked at him abruptly, as if questioning his use of the nickname. “why, something wrong?”

your heart stuttered just a bit in your chest, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you tried to forget the pet name.

“no, i’m good,” you replied, before sipping your drink once more. “is it okay for you to just stay at our table though? don’t you have other tables to attend to?”

he looked down at you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “why, do you want me to leave?”

“no,” you hesitated, unsure of what to say. “just wondering.”

“nah, i can stay wherever i want,” he said after a pause. “this table seems like it would be the most fun, anyway.” he looked down at you, and you looked away quickly, trying to block out the thudding sounds your heart made in your chest.

“hey!” mina exclaimed, sliding between the table and coming next to you, locking arms with yours. “we’re back, sorry it took a while.”

“you’re good! don’t worry,” you reassured her before finishing the last of your drink. “how are you guys feeling?”

“i’m pretty drunk,” momo said, smiling cutely. “kinda wanna dance.”

“go dance!!” you said, pushing her towards the dance floor. “i’m not really drunk yet.” you glanced at mina, who was also eyeing the dance floor. “and i know she’s just dying to dance.”

“are you going to be alright?”

you nodded. “i’m not drunk enough yet. i’ll join you two soon.”

bakugou listened to your entire conversation, holding back a smile. there was just something too cute about you three, and strangely he felt some weird urge to ensure that you and your friends had a great night.

“here, i’ll refill your drink,” he said gruffly, taking your cup. “orange juice or cranberry juice?”

“cranberry!” you said, looking up at him. “oh, were you listening?”

“just a little,” he admitted. “you really don’t want to go dance with your friends just because you’re not drunk enough?”

“well, yeah,” you said, taking a sip of your newly made drink. “also they like dancing a lot more than i do.”

“yeah? why don’t you like it?”

“eh, i’m just not always feeling it, y’know?”

though you tried your best to avert your gaze, you couldn’t help but glance up at him once more. you could feel his stare pierce your skull, and your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to keep it out of your mind.

bakugou merely grunted in response, moving to refill his own drink.

“besides, i feel like staying here at this table would be more fun, anyway.”

fuck. did i just say that out loud? 

you’d blurted that out without even realizing, and it was too late by the time you realized what you’d said—you stood still, heat rising quickly to your face, as you anticipated his reaction.

he stayed quiet for a couple moments, taking a swig first.

“yeah?” he said, pausing thoughtfully, crimson eyes boring into your face. “then i’ll make sure you have the time of your life here, princess.”

his large hand found its way to your lower back, slowly moving to encircle your waist and bring you closer into his body.

your heart hammered in your chest, and all of the alcohol you’d drunk suddenly rushed to your brain.

damn, was i actually more drunk than i thought? you wondered, anxious but also highly conscious of the slowly burning ache that flourished at the apex of your thighs.

as you leaned into his chest, you couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled—like a mixture of burnt caramel and vanilla. his muscles were hard under his shirt, and your body felt like it was on fire as his hand leisurely explored your body, pausing just at your hip.

“we’re back!” mina chirped, leaning her body weight against the table as she massaged her calves. “my feet started to hurt, so we’re back and taking a res-”

her eyes widened, noticing how close you two were.

bakugou grinned, seeing his chance.

“you girls going to stay here? i’m gonna, er… show y/n around.” he smirked, squeezing your waist ever-so-slightly, amused at the looks of amusement and confusion on mina and momo’s faces.

“we’ll keep watch,” momo said knowingly, raising her eyebrow up at you, almost silently asking if you were okay.

you smiled in assurance, much to her and mina’s relief. “thanks, be back soon!”

bakugou guided you by your waist in a straight beeline to the bathroom, pinning you against the door once he shut it.

“are you okay with this?” he asked lowly, his hands grasping your hips and his lips hovering just over yours.

you swallowed, but only in an attempt to calm your nerves. nodding, you softly clutched onto the fabric of his shirt, and within half a second, his mouth had crashed down onto yours.

empty thoughts swirled around your brain as you rolled your hips into his, eliciting a low groan from him as his cock throbbed inside his pants, wanting desperately to escape.

“can’t do that, princess,” he growled, pinning you even more tightly against the door with just his chest. “you don’t understand what that does to me.”

you mewled in response, clutching tightly onto his shirt and bringing him closer into you. your tongues danced around each other in sloppy, fervent kiss, and before you’d even realized, your hands had slid down to his belt, tugging clumsily as you tried to unclasp it.

bakugou chuckled, releasing his grip on your body as he smoothly undid the belt and unbuttoned his pants, hitching your dress up in a second fluid motion.

“fuck,” he hissed, the pad of his fingers ghosting over the growing wet spot on your panties. he stroked it, causing you to squirm against him. “already?”

you latched your lips onto his once more, as though demanding him to shut up. he ripped your panties to the side in response, his mouth parting as he finally realized just how wet you were.

something carnal, primal even, took over him in that moment, and he grabbed the back of your leg, pulling it up to wrap around his hips.

“fuck, you’re so god damn hot,” he groaned, pulling away from you for just a second, grinding his clothed cock against your entrance.

your hands found their way to his boxers, stroking haphazardly at it, tracing the thick veins that lined it with your fingers before finally pulling the waistband down and watching his cock spring out.

“oh my god,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, but it didn’t go unheard.

“you like what you see, princess?” he said, smiling lazily. “you’re gonna like how it feels, too.”

in a movement so quick you could barely even register what happened, he pushed inside you, ripping moans of ecstasy from both of your throats as he filled you up entirely.

“f- so big!” you breathed, the alcohol numbing the pain you felt from the stretch, leaving you to feel just the pleasure of being so quickly filled. your leg involuntarily twitched at the sensation, bringing his hips even closer into yours.

bakugou’s breath hitched, too sensitive to the way your pussy clenched around him, your gummy walls fighting to keep him inside you.

“shit,” he hissed, letting your walls flutter around his cock. “so fuckin’ tight.”

“m-move,” you managed, your clit desperate for some friction.

wordlessly, he began to snap his hips into yours, the veins of his cock dragging along your walls and leaving you breathless, open-mouthed, dazed.

even bakugou was finding it hard to string sentences together, with the way you squeezed him after each thrust. he was reducing you to nothing but a babbling idiot, your mind completely devoid of thought.

the door thumped with each of your movements, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. the only thing that spurred bakugou to move, though, was the way your head had started to thud into the door.

he pulled out quickly, causing a whine to escape your throat as your walls suddenly had nothing to flutter around. his hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you to the plush suede couch and sitting on it. he tapped on his thigh expectantly.

“sit, baby.”

a small voice in the back of your head screamed that this was dangerous—what if he wasn’t clean? he’s practically a stranger! what if—what if—what if—

but you quickly pushed those thoughts away, stumbling over to him. if you weren’t drunk already on alcohol, you certainly were drunk on just how fucking good he felt inside you. nothing else mattered—you simply needed more.

vermillion eyes followed your body as though they belonged to a hungry lion stalking its prey. you settled your hands on his wide shoulders, placing your knees on the couch besides his thighs, lowering yourself onto him.

you scrunched up your face at how big he was; even the tip, red and angry, was having trouble getting past your entrance.

bakugou wanted nothing more than to place his hands on your waist and push you down, but he had more self-control than that; feeling himself disappear inside of you, inch-by-inch, was just as much a treat for him as it was for you.

“god,” he groaned, once he’d finally bottomed out inside you. “what a good fuckin’ pussy.”

you nearly creamed at his words, soaking up his praise.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself readjust once again to his size, but bakugou had other plans. placing his hands at the bottom of your ass cheeks, he thrusted upwards, relishing the way your embrace around his neck had immediately tightened.

“mm- fuck-! feels so good,” you whined, planting wet, sloppy kisses against his neck with each thrust.

“slutty fuckin’ pussy feels so good too,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming uneven, uncontrolled. “shit—gonna cum soon—”

your eyes rolled back, and his words didn’t even register. you were approaching your own climax; each thrust had his hips brushing against your clit, and the added sensations were becoming nearly too much for you to handle. your mouth fell open, and you began to inadvertently clutch at his hair for support.

“g-gonna cum—!” you mewled against his ear, arching your chest into his and finally reaching that tipping point. bakugou continued to bottom out inside you, and was hurtled towards his own orgasm as your walls convulsed around him, fluttering as you rode out your high.

“fuck, that’s it—cum all over me, princess,” he hissed, his cock growing impossibly harder as he held back from cumming.

your entire body burned with pleasure, your legs growing numb from the sensation, and one final tug on his hair was what pushed him over the edge. thick, hot spurts of cum painted your walls as his cock twitched inside you, and his grip nearly bruised your soft skin as he panted, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“fuck, sorry,” he mumbled.

you’d flopped against him, struggling to catch your breath as your chests heaved against one another. he rubbed soft circles into your back, adding to the already comforting silence.

“‘s’okay,” you mumbled back, your eyes shut. “‘m on the pill.”

he turned his head slightly, angling it so that he could press a light kiss against your neck.

“hope you had fun, princess.”

you smiled, lightly squeezing his shoulder.

“that was the most fun i’ve had all semester.”

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[kingkatsuki]

Hey saw your response to an Anon and am kinda curious, why don’t you like Baku cosplayers? If you don’t mind answering.

I appreciate the time and effort they put into the costumes and think they’re great but I just can’t lewd them and they make me cringe when they do those videos that are like thirst trappy or trying to act like Bakugou? Idk it just makes me feel so uncomfy.😅

[haldenlith]

"Guardian, is there... something on my face? Because you're staring at me."

I've been having A Time, so to try and de-stress, I decided to be really self-indulgent and thirst-trappy with Crow.

Also, I feel like he'd be 100% dressing/undressing in front of the Guardian (ones that are crushing on him, anyway) on purpose, like a little shit. I often get the feeling that, for all of his adorable and genuine occasional innocence and naïveté, there's probably a whole lot of "I'm pretending to be innocent and oblivious, because the resulting reactions are hilarious, but I actually know what's up."