#the return of the thirst traps

[rawliverandgoronspice]

sorry I'm having thoughts because I haven't slept and when I don't sleep I have thoughts....................

I was thinking about Canon Suave Ganondorf again, and... I think what bothers me, beyond everything discussed, is that... it's not characterization? Like for example take Girahim, which I would argue is also a Sexy Villain. Him being a Sexy Villain is 1) a key factor of his presentation and double-edged creepiness, 2) has kind of a lot to do with his literal objectification and 3) is completely played as such, and Girahim himself has a lot of fun with his own theatrics. I don't mind Sexy Villains, they are a lot of fun and they can even be quite meaningful!

So I am not against Sexy Ganondorf by default. I feel like, if played honestly and not ashamed of its own conceit, it could be genuinely interesting! But I find kind of offputting that his sexualization happens almost exclusively extradiegetically. It's the camera leering, it's the clothes that, while really pretty and cool and interesting, do not actually inform us much about the character wearing them on screen, the behind-the-scenes tidbits that are just... not represented within the world of the game... And so, to me, where Girahim lands somewhere on the Bayonetta scale, TotK Ganon is kind of landing... I don't know, somewhere near "skimpy outfit worn by a character that would never wear something like this if given the choice, and the world doesn't ever question why she would and what that says about her"? I don't know if that makes sense, but, yeah. If you want him to seduce everyone, then. Do that. Make him active. Make him own that weird trait you decided to give him all of a sudden.

But again, given the game is deeply uninterested in Ganon as a person, but very interested as Ganon as an antagonistic object, it does end up feeling weirdly objectifying in that regard too.

#ganondorf #totk #totk critical #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war... #look I actually think it's really cool to have a guy with pretty unusual features in a bishonen world being all the rage #and given the mess that are gerudos there is SO MUCH to explore in that regard if willingly assessed #but #I don't know the guy used to have features that did not prioritize conventional beauty and wear armor that covered up almost everything #and a body shape that wasn't Like This (except for OoT and I'd argue in OoT it was more about showing Power than about anything else) #so to change that and not.... comment on it or have it serve as characterizaton #I know everybody is half naked in this game for some reason so there's also that #but if it was just the outfit I wouldn't be having this conversation #matt mercer has “Thirst Trap Ganondaddy” as his twitter handle and nintendo sure as hell would have asked him to remove it #if they weren't okay with this new perspective on one of their most iconic villains

[lovehugsandcandy]

bound

Pairing: Aerin x f!MC, Blades of Light and Shadow

Ratings: Explicit/18+/N*FW

Word Count: ~1,700

A/N: so @oh-so-youre-a-nerd posted this and I just. Whew. Wow. Ok then.

Summary: Ties that bind.

"Could I perhaps have my hands unbound?"

"No." Raine doesn't even turn towards him as she spits out the answer, buying her hands in the fastenings of the tent and tying them roughly. Annoyance and anger seep into every knot she creates.

Aerin sighs, and the bed creaks underneath him as he sits. "I told you, I am sorry, but I needed time to… I knew you would have questions-"

"I have more than questions!"

"But atonement required that I be out of your way while-"

Raine flicks her braid off her face, turning to fix him with a steely gaze before purposeful strides bring her to his side; his hands are limp in his lap, captive in brown rope, and the beginnings of chafing mar his wrists. While he cuts a pathetic figure, it does not dissuade her anger. "While you left me after the night we spent together."

"That… was less than ideal." He at least has the sense to look abashed.

"Less than ideal?!?" Gratefully, the magic crafted to keep his person in the tent also captured sound, so none of her friends could hear her shriek.

His wrists flex, arms raising as if to reach for her, before sagging against his thighs, regret flashing over his face before he looks down. He fiddles with the rope binding his hands together, and his shoulders sag as he sighs. "I'm sorry."

"Sure." 

"Raine, I assure you-

"You were running away with great reluctance?"

His head bows, but his eyes cut to her through lowered lashes. "Do you enjoy using my own words against me?"

"Well, you leave me such a surplus of choice examples."

"I was of no use to you when I left. You heard the fortune teller; I needed to-"

Her palms shove before she can reconsider, lashing out, hard; without use of his hands to balance him, Aerin falls against the bed, curls pooling against the pillow. 

He smirks. "The maturity of the Hero of Morella astounds." She doesn’t think, just moves, grabbing his bound hands as his eyes widen in shock. Prodding him supine, she lifts his arms over his head. It takes some shuffling; there is a hook by the bed, originally intended for a pack, but it makes a fitting place to drape the rope over. She slides his binds over and, though he flexes experimentally, the rope holds firm.

"Really, Raine?"

"If you will not stay put, I will make you stay."

"Like a kept animal?"

"Like a kept something." She chuckles darkly before her lips turn down, finger trailing down the smooth skin of his forearms before digging in roughly, appeased as he winces, muscles tensing against her nails. "I'm furious at you." 

"You have all the reason in the world." She glares, but he doesn’t flinch, soft and calm until she sags against the bed.

“I just… I was worried.” It had been weeks, and, with no word or sign, she had feared the worst. “I’ve seen the worst this realm can offer.”

“Raine… I’ve been the worst this realm can offer.” The anguish is painted clearly across his brow; even in the dim light, sorrow and guilt war behind his eyes. "I don't blame you for being angry, for worrying. I just ask… I needed to think. Please, don’t lose your trust in me for that.” He blinks up at her, lashes feathering against his cheek, and she is torn between her exhausting rage and pure relief. “I am on your side. In whatever way you will have me." At this, she softens somewhat. The sincerity in his voice, his eyes - she always knew he needed time. She has long lost all doubts of where his loyalties lie. Her heart twists, anger ebbing into something indefinable, pain and sadness and compassion twisting their tendrils deep into her soul. She loosens the grip on his forearms as she shifts to straddle his waist; as her hips settle, the flash of desire in his eyes is undeniable.

“Does that mean you will stay?” She’s sure she knows the answer.

“Right now, I’m not sure I have a choice.” The sarcastic tone cannot hide the way his body responds underneath her; she can feel him twitch right when she is seated, but she remains still, only staring down from above.

When it is clear he will say no more, she grinds her hips down, every point of her body warming where their skin meets, clothing unable to contain the heat between them. “That’s not an answer.”

"I'm not sure that this punishment is having exactly the effect you intend."

She rolls her hips, and the shock of pleasure has her biting her lip. "I think it's having exactly the effect I intended."

"If this is how you greet me after I flee-"

Raine grabs his jaw, leaning over him until she can spot the flecks of gold hidden in hazel eyes. "I will not let you run again."

"I won't." His voice is grave. "I have no desire to leave your side."

There's no possible reply, no response to the truth imbued in every word. All she can do is lean down again, lips finding his, and it's rough, needy. Her teeth dig into his supple flesh, and the answering groan reaches so deep into his core that she can feel his ribs tremble beneath her palms. She rucks up his tunic, hands frantic to get closer to the delicious sound, and he returns her fervor, craning his neck to seal his lips against hers. His arms twist, but he cannot escape the hold.

"Raine… Raine, please." She swallows the words as her name rolls from his tongue. "Untie me."

"No."

"I want to-" His voice breaks, keening as her teeth find the tendon in his neck. "- I want to touch you."

"No." Her lips travel lower, tracing the edge of his tunic to where his shoulder peeks out. "You left."

"I returned."

Her hands are rough as they travel across his chest, down to his hips, marks of her fingertips slow to fade against pale skin. She makes quick work of his pants, and his hips obligingly lift as she tugs until he is bare to her, disrobed and open in every way. Sliding to the side for mere moments to remove her own clothes, even the seconds where she’s not touching him leave her bereft, unmoored.

Once her own tunic has been tossed aside, she straddles him again as his eyes rove ravenously over every inch of skin.

“Raine,” he says, and it’s like the breath of prayer into the night; the only refrain she can give is silent, mouth open on a soundless gasp as she steadies herself and slides lower. This noise, the sound from the back of his throat, this is prayer, salvation and benediction in the curve of his waist, his fingers twining desperately in the rope. Her body answers like a hymn on the wind. After all, they are bound by shared trials, and she will never be closer to a person than this, bodies joined closer than any shackle in all the realms.

Her hips move, almost of her own accord, sinking lower with every thrust as her body reawakens, becoming reacquainted with the feel of skin blazing-hot against her thighs and the whimpers that come unbidden from his throat. Her thighs clench around him, fencing him in so he can't move, hands and hips a taut line, bound and at her every mercy. 

And, luckily for them both, something about Aerin makes her merciful. Whether it's their past, or the pain that flashes over his face when that past is unearthed, or the blush that spreads across his cheeks to reach his ears, she cannot stop bringing their bodies together, over and over.

She braces herself over his chest and he tracks every move of her body: the sway of her breasts, her hand as it trails down her stomach. Her fingertips graze where their bodies move together, flush and as one. Aerin stares, rapt, as every stroke of her fingers brings her higher and higher, blush spreading across her chest, his teeth digging into his lip as her nerves awaken in full force.

"Please, Raine. Please." The word falls from his lips mindlessly, hands shaking in the rope. "Please."

"It’s not very princely to beg."

His eyes on her are wild, feverish, and his voice is low. "I care not. I would do anything. Give anything. Anything, Raine, please." In that moment, she knows he would - do anything, become anything - and it's that thought that finally pushes her over the edge, muscles tensing and releasing in a delicious dance until there are only stars in her vision and his voice pleading her name; she rides the wave until it's too much, it’s all too much. She can't stay upright anymore, collapsing against his chest.

When she returns to this realm, he is peppering tiny kisses against her hairline, the only part of her that he can reach with his hands still above his head. His heartbeat is slowing in her ear, hers a mirrored tempo, and with it comes some semblance of reason.

"You left me." She lifts her head, and his gaze is soft, worshipful.

"I came back. I will always come-"

"No." Her hands find his curls as she stretches languidly over him. "Just don't go."

He nods, gaze never leaving hers, and the movement of his head is reverent, sure. "Could I… could I perhaps have my hands unbound now?"

She eyes him, tunic hiked up above pale torso, pants crumpled against his legs, hazy gaze fixed on her. "Fine." She reaches over to unhook his hands and, with quick work of her fingers, the rope falls to the floor. "But you can't- ooof."

In a flash, his hands are on her hips and her back is flush against the bed, Aerin hovering over her with a saucy grin lighting his features. "Thank you. Because now that I am free, I am planning on paying you back for that."

"Ah." His hand clutches hers, tightly, body an inferno over hers. She asks, "With interest?"

"Of course. We have plenty of time for that... don't we?"

“Because you’re not leaving?”

He squeezes her hand. “I’m not leaving.” 

It’s a whisper more powerful than any rope.

#aerin valleros #aerin x mc #n*fw #amy writes #when you post thirst traps you incite thirst #i do not make the rules #also please return him to me #please

[postalpunk]

you can tell they were crazy to hit that odagiri effect again when they made this show

#like. damn.. #glad to see the heisei era shows returning to their roots (thirst traps #i wonder what mothers thought about thid #kr kiva lb

[smtown-tourist]

Lee, Jinki coming back from Hiatus looking finer than a box of gourmet chocolate 🔥🥵

#shinee #onew #lee jinki #the return of jinki #yaaaaaassssss daddyyyyyyy #he is so fine #the long black hair!!!!! #pop off king #the crown is definitely returning to the king 👑 #nobody pulls off an oversized fuzzy sweater better than lee jinki #jinki is about to break the internet #a year without you has certainly been a year without rain #jinki knowing that we’re thirsty #out here posting thirst traps as his return from hiatus pictures #bless him #jonghyun #key #minho #taemin #jongyu #onkey #onho #ontae #ot5 #5hinee

[plantsjustwannahavefun]

Six months ago, if anybody had told me that my next fictional thirst object will be a short angry 56 year old gremlin man with a dadbod and 18th-century-pirate-version-of-middle-manager outfit, I'd have laughed in their face.

#izzy hands #con o'neill #ofmd #our flag means death #no but really #did anyone foresee Con becoming the fandom's number one sex symbol #it's all his fault #we gave him too much power #and he used it to build an empire of thirst traps #c2e2 panel was the point of no return

[singsweetmelodies]

OH MY GOD... the trend continues...

#lewis hamilton #wtf1 #matt gallagher #f1 funny #the lewis thirst trap trend RETURNS! god bless and amen #though ngl i am heartbroken about matt/the guy from wtf1 leaving #IT WON'T BE WTF1 WITHOUT THE GUY FROM WTF1 😭😭😭 #what am i going to DO without my post-race ritual of watching the wtf1 internet's best reactions #cry into my tea apparently #or maybe just stare at lewis' thirst trap a bit longer #definitely very cathartic. 🙏

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Cyrus just makes such a good catboy...

#get your boi a crop top and arm blades #be a deadly lil thot #ffxiv #male miqote #ff14 #ive played around with other races for cyrus but.. always... return to catto #play game? no #only thirst trap

[return-of-the-unicorns]

lineart credit to @jujulebee and I painted it. I love the collabed result so freaking much!

Feeling really great today. So how do I look?

#vtm #accidental thirst trap #hard not to when your base appearance is 6 #vtm rp #salubri #salubri sorcerer #salubri healer #finnula the salubri #return of the unicorns #first pheonix of the Salubri

[cod-dump]

Ghost accidentally posting a ‘thirst trap’ to the 141 groupchat. He had gotten a new tattoo and wanted to show the others. The tattoo was on the back of his shoulder so he just pulled back his sleeve and turned to show it while (of course) taking a picture in his bathroom mirror. He didn’t understand or notice that the pose he struck was suggestive, but Soap and Gaz were losing it.

“Would you consider that a thirst trap?” Ghost had asked Price when he returned to base from leave.

“Simon… the shit those two have been saying since you posted is deprived. Yes, that was a thirst trap.”

It would get worse from there, because now Ghost realizes the power he holds and has decided to use it for evil. Price has had a near constant headache for the past week.

#call of duty #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #john price #drabble #gaz & soap cannot handle him #price wants to throw him in the dumpster #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghostgaz #gazghost

[kouros-herc]

104 likes

HercAtOlympus: Been doing lots of work in the pool this winter, but it’s great to be getting back in the gym!

#swynstagram #new year return of the thirst traps #this time courtesy of ben proud's very slight resemblance to Herc's fc #and lets all pretend its a full on selfie ok people #I just wanted an excuse to post ARMS

[lathal]

Everyone is all grumpy and angsty in their main verses, but meanwhile, Iveani is just messing around and posting too many TikTok videos in her modern verse.

#misc;; #most of them are thirst traps tbh #what is interesting is how differently the trauma impacts her in her different verses #because in her modern verse she was returned to her mother after escaping the kidnapper #so she didnt have the support system she does in her main verse

[babygirlhouse]

house md 2024 headcanons 🫡

hi loves!! jumping on this trend :^) i don't think any of these make sense but they made me laugh soooo here u go

House has a very bad pain day and (when pushed) says that he strained the muscle while riding his bike. Obviously nobody believes him, so the ducklings + Wilson spend the day trying to figure out what he did and end up finding security footage of him attempting to hit the griddy in the morgue 

Kutner has a very generic inspirational quotes tumblr blog (he’s so proud of it) and House finds it and just starts dropping quotes from it in DDXs to mess with him & then acting all innocent 

Thirteen has a secret thirst trap tiktok acc that doesn’t explicitly show her face but has her lab coat & maybe stethoscope. When Chase suggests that it’s her she doesn’t confirm or deny it and just keeps winking. Cameron definitely follows the account after this. Thirteen pretends not to realise.

Wilson takes a uquiz to find out what sort of cheese he is and is devastated when it says he’s cheddar. He then has an identity crisis because he thinks he’s too bland and tries to reinvent his aesthetic, leading to one infected eyebrow piercing and a tramp stamp that’s never mentioned again. Potential there for a sappy scene where House tells him he's anything but bland.

Cuddy starts a momblog style podcast. House sends anonymous hate. Taub guest stars. 

I think Taub would get deeply into ASMR. Like it’d start with him finding and playing a video of ASMR triggers for his daughters, then he tries it himself to see if that calms them down even more, etc etc. He starts a youtube channel and it blows up. He gets recognised by patients at the hospital. It goes to his head just a little. He unironically uses the term 'ASMRtist'

A cosplayer has a mysterious illness and the team has to go to a convention to test for environmental factors. Chase is apprehensive but House forces him to go. He’s quickly recognised at the convention and it turns out that he has a cosplay instagram account and they get stopped every 10 mins to take pictures. No one lets him live it down 

Thirteen and Cameron kiss & fall in love & babysit Taub's kids. House makes relentless jokes but is quietly very fond of them and their relationship. Pls i need this

Foreman has a twitter/X account where he posts a combination of work out tips/inspirational quotes (not as sweet as Kutner's blog, more grindset vibes yknow) but he gets mixed up in a pyramid scheme for protein powders and gets cancelled. Also potential for a sappy scene here where Foreman says he admires Kutner for not letting House's teasing about his blog get to him. They're besties now and make each other better.

Cuddy forces all of them to go on a wellness retreat. House and Wilson make a bet to see who can go the longest without speaking. It's not even a silent retreat, they're just like that. Also someone convinces Chase that the utility shed on the retreat is haunted.

The wellness retreat no speaking bet also def has potential for gay chicken. Like Wilson kisses House to see if that will get him to lose the bet. By the next morning neither of them know or care who lost the bet, they leave their room looking Extremely disheveled and return to the hospital very much together. Cuddy is not at all surprised. She planned this. Each of the ducklings hand her $100.

PPTH minecraft server. yeah

#im so tired #i have an assessment due in 6 days #time to speed read all of inferno #house md #gregory house #headcanon #hatecrimes md #house md headcanons #hilson #mouse bites #james wilson

[allpromarlo]

i wish they'd let marlo rest for another week but it is what it is

#on another note: MARCUS PETERS IS BACK BABEYYYYYYY #i missed him so much y'all don't even know #the best cb duo in the league has returned its over for you muthafuckas #*i still think they're gonna lose but whatever* #like i just don't see us winning this unless lamar awakens the 2019 inside him #with dobbins & boyle out...eh we'll see #nfl #baltimore ravens #marlon humphrey #marlo #i didn't even know he was hurt until i saw him listed as questionable on the practice report #i mean he looked alright in his lil thirst trap ig stories but eh #i jus hope this doesn't make anything worse #u have to understand he's vv important to me

[augustinewrites]

artem.wing requested to follow you!

when you pull out your phone, you have to check the notification twice to make sure you’ve read it correctly. you even go so far as to tap it, watching curiously as your phone opens pax’s newest social media app.

this couldn’t possibly be your artem wing. your fellow senior partner at themis artem wing, who once called social media positively mind-numbing. 

but it is artem, a cursory glance at the profile picture confirms. not only is the picture he uses the exact same as his identification badge, but his account is already verified — no doubt due to his association with marius von hagen. 

you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle your laughter as you stalk study the rest of his profile. 

Artem Wing Senior Attorney at Themis Law Firm [email protected] (serious inquiries only)

it’s professional and clean, with all the aspects of an account made for business purposes. was this the firm’s latest marketing strategy? you really must have zoned out during the last staff meeting. 

smiling, you accept his follow request and send one back just as celestine returns from the restroom.

“who has you smiling at your phone like that?” she asks, taking a sip of her iced tea. “is it your secret boyfriend again? when are you going to let me meet him?”

you take a bite of your salad, shrugging. “i told you, he’s shy.” 

she sets her glass down, resting her elbows on the table. “yeah, but you’re always gushing about how sweet he is! you said he was a lawyer, right? is it howard syter? from baldr?”

last week, you’d let it slip that your secret boyfriend was also a lawyer. since then celestine and kiki had been hurtling name after name at you, trying to guess his identity. 

it’s not like you wanted to keep his identity a secret forever. it was just that the two of you were happy in this little bubble of yours. the gentle, intimate mornings spent swaying in each other’s embrace to his morning coffee playlist. the private date nights at his apartment that are spent cooking dinner together. 

“ah,” celestine giggles. “you’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

you try and fail to fight the heat crawling up your neck, thankful when your phone chimes with a notification in your bag. 

“it might be about my civil suit,” you tell her, eager for the distraction. 

you dig your phone out of your bag, checking the notification. 

artem.wing tagged you in a post

your heart skips a beat, and you hesitate before tapping the notification.

_____

artem looks up when his office door is thrown open. he’s glad to see that it’s you, even if you’re wearing that look on your face, the one you put on when you’re crossing a witness in court.

“mr. wing,” you greet tersely. “do you have a moment?”

he rises from his seat and buttons his suit jacket, smiling. “for you, always.”

“oh, stop being cute,” you mutter. “why did you tag me in your thirst trap?”

“thirst trap?” he echoes, genuinely confused.

“artem,” you whisper harshly. “you posted a shirtless picture of yourself at the gym and tagged me in it! now everyone will know that we’re dating!”

“but my account is on private,” he frowns. “and i only tagged you…”

“everyone you let follow your account can see that picture!” you explain. “that includes celestine, jeremy, kiki, rosa, luke, dr. richter, marius—”

this is the last time he’ll ever let marius von hagen peer pressure him into anything. 

“so…you didn’t like the photo?” he asks, rounding his desk to stand in front of you. he seems entirely unfazed by this ideal, despite the fact that everyone on his follow list has now seen his abs.

you seem taken aback by his question, avoiding his gaze. “i didn’t say that…”

you both startle when celestine pounds on the glass wall of his office, holding up her phone. 

“i knew it!” she shouts through the glass. her shouting draws the attention of kiki, rosa, and just about every other employee in the firm. 

you’re absolutely mortified, but artem simply takes your hand, pressing a kiss to the backs of your fingers before pulling you in to wrap his arms around you. 

you don’t fight him, simply sighing deeply and hiding your face in his chest as celestine cheers loudly. 

“i’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “next time i’ll send my ‘thirst traps’ directly to you via text.”

“you owe me,” you mutter, but you’re smiling as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. 

“i suppose now we have to take that very romantic walk down to hr.”

_____

themariusvonhagen: ARTEM???? 

themariusvonhagen: DAMNNNNNN 🔥🔥🔥🔥

celestinetaylor: @ themislawfirm please please please repost this on our story for the free advertisement

#artem x reader #artem wing x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis x reader #[—queue]

[eviclair]

mhy’s birthday fancam for childe is making me. a little bit insane.

#wailing gnashing my teeth gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #i’m not immune to thirst traps. horrifying. #going to burrow into the soft earth with my claws and not return for a season or more #evi.genshin

[rainbowhao]

fratboy soobin

fratboy soobin who looks innocent until you get to know him—who has everyone fooled into thinking he’s a good boy

fratboy soobin who enjoys the fact that he’s untouchable—who barely spares you a glance when beomgyu introduces you to his friends at one of their parties

fratboy soobin who secretly smirks when he sees you’re flustered by his behavior and decides from that moment on to set his sights on you

fratboy soobin who towers over everyone and everything and uses his height to his advantage

“need some help?” soobin chuckles.

you’re pathetically trying to reach a book in the library one morning

“oh. sure…” you’re kind of surprised he approaches you

“no problem.” he reaches it with ease, shamelessly leaning over you to do so and even going as far as pressing his chest against your back just enough to have you spiraling

fratboy soobin who has no problem playing up his charms to get what he wants and agrees to give you the book only if you do something for him in return

fratboy soobin who leaves the library more than satisfied with the outcome—meeting you tomorrow afternoon under the premise of helping him study

fratboy soobin who shows up decked out in a billowy white button up, navy pants, and round glasses—who pushes his hair off his forehead because he’s been told it makes him look more attractive that way

fratboy soobin who gets real close to you and does his best to appear like he’s listening to what you’re saying when really he’s thinking of all the things he’d like to do to you

you eventually notice he’s off in his own world. “did you get that?”

“no, sorry.” he sheepishly smiles. “you’re kind of distracting.” 

fratboy soobin who is a model gentleman to everyone but his friends because they know just how mischievous he can be

fratboy soobin who walks you home and always buys you your favorite drink

fratboy soobin who smoothly changes tactics, going from aloof to overly friendly in the span of a few weeks

fratboy soobin who follows you around whenever you show up to his parties

fratboy soobin who whispers in your ear when it gets too loud and lets you sit in his lap when there’s no room on the couch

“it’s fine,” he repeats, gesturing for you to come over with the wave of his hand

you hesitate. “you’re sure?”

he grins. “you’re not going to break me, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

fratboy soobin who asks if you’re tired once the party slows—whose fingers tentatively rest on your leg just to see how you’ll react

fratboy soobin who kisses down the side of your neck, breath hot on your skin while he unbuttons your pants once he knows you want him too

fratboy soobin who sends you selfies when he’s bored in class or thirst traps when he can’t sleep

fratboy soobin who can never keep his hands off you and loves doing risky things in the library

“do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he groans.

your eyes widen when you feel him touch your thigh. “we can’t.”

he only taunts you. “you scared?"

fratboy soobin who is proud when he turns you into just as much of a freak as he is

#soobin #tomorrow x together #txt #choi soobin #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt soobin #txt scenarios #txt smut #soobin smut #soobin x reader #txt fanfic #soobin imagines #txt fics #soobin fics #kpop imagines #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt drabbles #soobin fic #soobin scenarios