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feralgirltremes · 1 month
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Desperate need for someone to be yanking on my panties because they like the noises I make, the print is just too cute, or they just need to humiliate and debase someone. Fabric violating and grinding against the victim, stretched taut over the instigator’s knuckles, wrapped on their fist(s). Its fun to see how much one will squeal before either the panties give out of the instigator gives up.
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down4denki · 8 months
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Pantythief!Kirishima consumes my waking thoughts…
Because he’s such a sweet boy. The perfect guy roommate. You feel so safe and protected with your big, strong guard-dog guy friend sleeping next door to you. He’s relatively clean and appreciates every household task you do around the apartment. He’s respectful, never makes you feel uncomfortable when you’re walking around in your little pajamas in the morning sipping your coffee and watering the plants. He doesn’t bring random girls home ever… at first it was odd to you that a pro hero as cute at Eijiro never had one night stands but the more you got to know him you realized it just wasn’t a very him thing to do. He was just so good.
Except for the dirty little habit he’d picked up since you moved in.
You were just so pretty and trusted him so much. So sweet. Your cute little smile. Your soft hands. Your angelic voice. It was too much and as strong of a man as he was, it was too tempting.
He always noticed the cute little panties you’d flit around the house in on early mornings while you sipped your coffee and watered your plants. He knew every pair by heart. He loved the boyshorts most of all. The way they hugged your round ass, perfectly plump and toned… the way they rode up and wedgied between the two perfect fat mounds of your ass made his head fuzzy and his cock twitch in his boxers as he leaned against the counter and watched you bend to water a low plant.
After a long week of patrols and reports, his favorite day of the week finally came around. Wednesday was his day off, and even though he wanted to sleep in more than anything, he was not one to miss opportunity when it was given. You slipped into your morning shower at exactly 6:05, throwing off your oversized tshirt and a pair of lacy red boyshorts and dropping them into the hamper by the door. By 6:34 you are out the door and off to do your morning patrol. And at 6:35 the red lacy panties had found their new spot resting on Kiri’s face while he lay starfished in his bed, cock aching against his gray sweatpants.
He loved Wednesdays because he could take his time. He’d inhale your scent until he was dizzy, sometimes sucking on the slightly damp sticky fabric that had been pressed to your sweet little cunt only minutes prior… like he is right now. Groaning into the fabric. Hands twitching to reach for his rock hard bulge and free it from its confines. Brows furrowed in frustration and need as his spit mixes with the slick left on your panties from the night before… what had you so wet? Had you touched yourself in these? Were you thinking about someone? Was it him? He likes to imagine it was… your sweet little fingers slipping over that sensitive little nub, your other hand clamped over your mouth so your roomy doesn’t hear the lewd noises that threaten to spew from your lips…
His hips begin to buck into the air as he imagines you sitting on his face- his tongue delving deep into your needy, dripping cunt while he laps up your juices. He imagines how tight you’d clench around his fat digits as he stretches you and preps you for his ungodly-large cock- so big he’s sure your eyes would go wide if you ever finally asked for it. He imagines you begging for it. Begging for him to split you open.
He whines into the fabric now, unable to wait any longer as he frees himself from his sweatpants, cock rock hard and too heavy to stay upright and instead slaps his lower abs with a heavy thud as it springs free. He takes it in his hand, circling and swirling the tip with his finger like he imagines you’d do with your cute little tongue. He whimpers at the thought; a nasally, breathy sound as he imagines your eyes looking up at him as you taste him for the first time. You’re so fucking pretty like this, he thinks to himself.
His hand glides down his shaft, squeezing tight while his other hand massages his big, heavy balls. His breath becomes ragged as he strokes himself, replaying the sound of your voice over and over in his head. What had you talked about in your sleepy voice this morning while he poured your coffee? The trill of your laugh when the two of you laid on the couch late last night and watched crappy horror movies… fuck. He’s not going to last long…
It’s so good he can almost hear you calling his name right now… like an angel. His hand moves faster, taking the fabric from his face and fisting his cock vigorously now. He imagines the look of surprise on your face if he’d take you from behind while you bend to water a plant, just slipping his cock in and pulling your panties to the side. The feeling of your manicured nails digging into his forearms as you steady yourself and clench around his cock. The squelching sound your pussy would make as he fucked you relentlessly, all of this built up tension finally coming to fruition. And you’d want it too. You’d want him. Your pretty little pussy fluttering as it strains to take him but sucking him on all the same.
“Eijiro? You oka-….” You stop mid sentence as your eyes fall upon the sweaty, flushed giant of a man pumping his cock laid on his bed. His tip an angry red, veins bulging… your eyes go wide when you see how long and girthy he is. Could I even fit all that? You think to yourself, as his eyes open, a new deep shade of red flushes his cheeks. He takes in your shocked face… it’s exactly like he’d imagined it.
“Ah! I’m sorry! I just had a shoot this morning down the street… I told you that this morn-… are those my panties?” You say, going from embarrassed to confused.
Kirishima doesn’t say a word, his hand stilled on his cock as he looks up at you in disbelief. He doesn’t know what to do or say. He’s sure you’ll move out now. Maybe even get a restraining order…
“Kiri… you’re such a sweet little perv… you been stealing my panties like that this whole time?” You coo, taking a step into the room and his heart pounds so hard he might die. You notice the spit and slick coating his lips and chin, the wet spot on the red lace lingerie wrapped around his dick… “You wanna taste me, Eiji? I’ve been soaking through these ones since I saw you in those gray sweats this morning…”
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car1y-quinn · 5 months
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Enid: are you ready to go trick or treating?
Wednesday: do I have to? I don’t even like those cavity inducing monstrosities. And do I have to wear this!?
Enid: yes! We’ve went over this! You’re Batman and I’m Harley Quinn!
Yoko: and I’m robin! *fixes wedgie* god! Did he really have to wear these little undies!?
Wednesday: you’re a terrible sidekick Tanaka!
Yoko: hey! I’ve been told I’m a great side chick!
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enbyautist-transgirl · 6 months
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I’ve done it i’ve achieved the first trans wedgie wednesday on tumblr <3
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WIP Wednesday
Tim and Jason being chaos siblings.
Learning to be brothers turned out to be much easier than learning to be equal partners.  They moved into Tim’s Nest in the converted theatre as their permanent residence, and Jason immediately took over the kitchen after seeing Tim try to have popcorn for dinner three nights in a row. The ensuing squabble of prying the popcorn bucket out of his hands resulted in broken stitches, a bite mark on Jason’s forearm that almost split the skin, insults and names being thrown in half a dozen different languages, and a rule laid down about wedgies being strictly off-limits.  They fought over the last toaster strudel, over what movie to watch after patrol, and who had left a wet towel on the floor of the bathroom again. And Tim was loving every teasing, mocking second of it.
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pizzaqueen · 11 months
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WIP Wednesday
this is from what was meant to be my day four hurt/comfort fic for steddie week
thanks for the tag @outpastthebrakers <3
There’s a chair by the end of Eddie’s bed, so Steve hooks his briefs over the back of it, then steps into the shorts. They’re plaid and a little snug around his ass, but they don’t give him a wedgie and they’re not damp and he’s not naked anymore. He adjusts his dick moments before Eddie turns back around, holding out a pair of black sweats and a black t-shirt with something printed on it. “Thanks.” 
The sweats are soft and the t-shirt is perfectly worn in and there’s some kind of skeleton on it; Eddie turns away, arms crossed, as Steve slips into them. That’s interesting. Maybe.
“I’m dressed,” Steve says, tugging the bottom of the shirt down, “you can stop averting your eyes.”
“Just preserving your modesty,” Eddie says, glancing over to Steve.
Steve huffs. “Thanks.”
Eddie looks Steve over, lips twitching. “You know, seeing Steve Harrington in a Slayer shirt might just make my whole week.” He pushes off the dresser he’s leaning against and claps a hand to Steve’s arm. His brows shoot up. “Shit, dude, you’re freezing.” He rubs his hands over Steve’s arms.
Warmth flows through Steve and, distantly, he thinks it might be from more than the motion of Eddie’s hands making Steve’s blood circulate. He raises a brow, heart beating inexplicably hard.
Eddie flushes and steps away, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I’ll get you a sweatshirt.” 
I’m too tired to tag anyone today but if you see this take it as a sign to share some of your WIP
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lovesickonmybed · 5 months
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back (after like literally 5 minutes) on my modern!dom!eddie bullshit because why wouldn’t i be when the concept is so hot
seconding you on the swirlies and body writing. i bet he loves having his subs take pictures of him in wedgies with his handle written on their ass, proving who put them into that position in the first place.
i have a feeling he’d really enjoy squeaky cleans?
also, in any video he posts there’s a shit ton of dirty talk because god knows the community needs more of that.
he def threatens you with spankings and worse wedgies when you step out of line and is possessive within reason. you joke about finding another dom and he has you on video call ten minutes later making you regret it and reminding you just why he’s the perfect fit. UGH I love him
fuck this is all so real, he definitely has them write his @ on their ass, if they do a frontal then he makes them write it on their chest. eddie definitely lovesssss squeaky cleans, like he loves how painful and degrading it is.
you’re so right abt the community needing more dirty talk vids bc why is it literally impossible to find any wedgie degrading audios, especially for women. like why is everything for men it’s so not fair. eddie would be supplying us with the dirty talk vids we need degrading girls for their granny panties and their humiliating wedgies.
i know damn well he’d have a new challenge every wedgie wednesday and the winner would get to wedgie him for once.
anytime someone would reply to your posts (bc he’d definitely make you post your humiliating tasks) he’d be on them so quick abt how you’re his. eddie would literally pull out every humiliating task and wedgie possible for punishments. i feel like he’d make you post an apology to him while you’re like getting vibed by him in an atomic wedgie and everytime you moan or have to restart it’s another minute added that you have to be in the wedgie.
he definitely also does those rt games where the likes, retweets, and replies determine how long you’d be in a wedgie and his followers would love torturing you
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just-me987 · 2 days
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In that last pic. Noticed that you are wearing my favorite color blue😍😍. Can you bless us for  wedgy Wednesday?
lol y’all be zooming in today i see 😹
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crtter · 11 months
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I tried to find a video on YouTube that had a funny thumbnail I had seen briefly in my home page before refreshing it and YouTube randomly recommended me WEDGIE PORN OF THE WEDNESDAY CHARACTERS I’m feeling murderous
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junipercandy · 2 years
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Instagram Journal Day : 14 🪷 Happy Wednesday my dudes 🫶🏻 A full month has gone by and I have sort of shimmied off of my social media. It’s been a full month since I’ve made an actual IG post on my main and it’s been a while since I’ve sat down and filmed an actual wedgie video for YouTube. August has been an EMOTIONAL one - but all good things. 🪴 I have been dedicating more time taking care of my self and I have found that learning about my astrology along with Buddhist Psychology has given me more answers than any doctor has when it comes to my mental health (or quite literally anything to be frank). 💐 With that being said, I knew August would be a month full of personal growth. I wish it was as luxurious as it sounds. But I’m talking internally growing. Which is scary because growing up I wasn’t shown how to process my feelings. 🫠 I had to take care of my parent as she was going through a painful divorce. I didn’t really know how hone in and feel my feels and let them go until recently. When I was younger I had to grow up quickly due to being raised in an abusive household. That resulted in alot of childhood wounds that are ready to be healed and I have been tending to my broken heart that I have neglected to heal all my life. Healing a heart requires a lot of time and energy. ❤️‍🩹 Thank you for allowing me time off! 🤗 - IG said my caption was too long so I’m finishing In the comments! - (at Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch8cGftjwmE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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transtrentftm · 2 years
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Wedgie wednesday!
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