Range trap

A trap that is complimentary at some gun ranges. She provides valuable services such as providing lube and weapon cleaning.

Damn the range trap looking fine af today i can see her bulge through the mini skirt

by Edward slizzeruphands December 7, 2018

reverse trap

A reverse trap is the opposite of a trap. A trap in this case is a man who dresses like a woman and is somewhat feminine in appearance. Therefore a reverse trap is a woman who dresses like a man and is somewhat masculine in appearance.

I can't tell if the person in this photograph is a trap or a reverse trap.

by Anon of UCSC March 15, 2008

dickless trap

Basically the father that abandoned you, but in the body of an anime girl with an oem vagina. Extremely hot, will fix your car, beat your ass. Seems like a trap, but isn't. XX, feminine features, though high in Testosterone.

"She always has these boyfriends with daddy issues"
"Obviously, she's a dickless trap after all"

by src101 January 13, 2022

liberal trap

A trap made for catching male liberals on Twitter, usually child predators, pedophiles and other sorts of degenerates. The contraption is made of a child doll resembling a loli.

"We caught another liberal yesterday with my enhanced liberal trap. I think I should patent it!"

by Montana Gatekeeper April 23, 2021

Trap mobile

A term for a vehicle thats often used for trap purposes. Popularized by the Beech, some say he invented it.

“Your Corolla is definitely a trap mobile bro”

by onlycorrects February 28, 2020

Trap Lord

The most notorious or well-known drug dealer commonly found in a shady area where drug deals are usually carried out.

A$AP Ferg is the trap lord, find him on 9th Ave. where he lurks.

by KeepIt1Hunna April 14, 2014

Gunt Trap

Not concentrating during the sexual act and finding yourself lost in the dark recesses found beneath the gunt.

I was hot, roaring hot, vomiting with the heat, my every cell protesting as it bucked against the impositions of the atmosphere, and instantly I knew I was caught in a gunt trap.And I was flesh-and-blood, organic, heaving in torment, my breathing corpse in rebellion against the impossible demands being made upon it, this while I fought to control the hot Gunt bucking in my hands, a piece of flesh which I identified as a gunt flap. Crushed by heat. Annihilated by the light of the sky. I should have looked, then. Upwards, I mean. At the sky. At the light. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped the gunt flap. And flinched. Downwards. Squeezing my eyes shut. Trying to squeeze myself into annihilation. Trying to hide. I made my way towards the relative safety of the vulva and hopefully freedom.

by Juan Hunglow April 27, 2010