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@patheticbriefsboy boy on IG getting hung up by his TWs in his live feed. 😂

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This nerd accidentally left his underwear drawer open and his roommate saw the thing was full of his tighty whities so he had to teach him a lesson 🤓

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Steve is a loyal soldier, and no amount of "persuasion" from Hydra can get him to talk. No matter how humiliating that persuasion may be

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#wedgie #tightywhities

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Atomic wedgied and utterly humiliated

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since i move around so much at my job my undies keep riding up >///< literally it means I'm stuck with a wedgie for most of my shift until i can get home......

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Don’t let your tighty whities be visible at the gym if you don’t want to hang by them bro…

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Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about yandere nerd who saw someone else talking to you. Now you're paying the price.

You see him in the hallway, quickly avoiding his gaze as he continues to stare at you from a distance with piercing eyes, making you blush.

But when a boy comes up and tries to talk to you, he gets bold, approaching you and wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist.

“Back off, she’s mine,” is all he says, his voice sultry with possessiveness.

Then he takes your hand and storms off with you.

“Who are you thinking about right now, hm? Is it him?”

You don’t answer, the shame of the situation you’re in making you want to shrink back. But it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Answer me!” he demands, as he spanks your ass while you’re bent over his knee. The loss of pleasure as he stops pumping his thick, long fingers into your dripping pussy, paired with the sudden sting, leaves you heavy with arousal as you squirm in his lap.

“N-No, you’re all I think about, p-please,” you desperately mewl, attempting to rub your aching clit against his knee, causing enough friction to stimulate yourself as your thoughts begin to fade, chasing your own orgasm.

“Shit,” he groans. “You know, it’s really hard to stay mad at you when you look so cute and desperate on my legs, only for me.

But you need to learn that you belong to me now.”

Suddenly, he yanks your hair back with one hand, the other keeping you from squirming.

The sound you make as he whispers into your ear, telling you how fucking good you look, is enough to make him cum in his own pants.

“Aw, look at this, I made a mess and it’s your fault, baby. But you’ll help me, right? Help me, and I’ll make you feel so good I’ll forget you ever tried to talk to another man.”

Now you’re between his legs, looking up at his veiny, hard cock and the amount of cum leaking out of it. You pant as your own bare pussy starts to pulse and drip onto the floor at the sight of his dick. Your hands shakily wrap around his shaft, earning a needy groan from him.

You sigh in utter bliss at the thought of making him feel good, beginning to lap up his thick white cum like a good dog while gently stroking him, drawing the most angelic and sinful sounds from his throat.

“Y-Yes, that’s a good fucking girl,” he praises as his head falls back, face flushed, his fingers twitching as he grips the sheets. He slowly brings one hand to the back of your head, guiding your hot mouth, while biting the other to suppress his whimpers.

It doesn’t take long—he ejaculates again, and this time, shoots his load on your face, giving him a sight he thought he’d only ever see in heaven.

He needs a moment to regain his composure, huffing heavily.

“C’mere,” he croaks, fully pulling you into his arms, leaving no space to breathe. You oblige, excitement and a rush of heat filling you as your hearts pound against your ribcages, thinking about what he’ll do to you, already anticipating his hot, passionate touch.

“You can use me. You’ve been so good for me, you earned it,” he whispers, shifting his attention to your neck, sucking and biting your soft flesh.

You moan as your hips stutter against his, drawing the same sound from him.

You try to focus on your own satisfaction as you roll your hips against his knee and glide your aching slit along his big thigh, holding onto his neck to steady yourself. Your whines and puffs begin to increase as your mind blanks, and all you can feel are the intense waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He watches you as you increase your pace, hitting that right spot over and over again.

“You’re doing so good,” he smirks.

As soon as you hear his words, your body reacts—your back arches as you release on him.

He takes you in his arms and cradles you, patting your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you drowsy until you eventually fall asleep in his embrace.

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It’s even more embarrassing when you cum, and that’s exactly what happened in this clip. You can hear the nerd moaning and rubbing his bulge while hanging.

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And they were roommates (part 1)

This story is going to be gay, Trans male character is going to be included because fanfiction is for self inserts. Pairing is Gaz X trans!masc reader (will be using a name instead of Y/N)

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This part will include: plot, wedgies, plot plot plot, panty stealing, and Gaz wanting to move his friend in for perverted reasons, seriously, mostly plot, okay I'm sorry, He's a good friend, though, probably unrealistic housing laws idc

This will be part 1 of ??? I love writing porn with no plot, BUT I NEED A PLOT. I really do my brain. I can't let me write without a plot. So here's so filth I've been thinking of all day.

Gaz didn't like the idea of a roommate at all. He'd picked out the two bedroom house on the corner of the neighborhood for the privacy and the space, and he wasn't exactly eager to give either up. Especially after working so hard to be able to live on his own when on leave.

"I pay rent on time, I follow the HOA rules, I don't see why I need a roommate. This is my space." Gaz had complained to his landlord over the phone, eyes rereading the stupid notice that had been plastered to his door. It had been there a few days, the words printed on the paper hard to read from being rained on so Gaz was certain there was a mistake.

But no, he could hear the shuffling of papers, a door being shut, and the heavy sigh from his landlord as he had settled into his desk chair. "I'm afraid you aren't following all of the rules, sir. The property can not sit empty for more than 3 months out of the year. For the first two years, I was able to make a case for you, but you have a prime house, Kyle. The HOA wants it to be occupied or empty to rerent. You have 6 months to find a roommate, or they may evict you."

"That's why I told you never rent in an HOA!" Maxwell exclaims, slapping his arm a little over the counter of his coffee shop. Gaz made a face at him, expecting to be comforted by his friend after unloading his woes. "Oh, don't give me that look," I warned you." Maxwell teases, sliding his now warmed blueberry muffin out of the oven and slicing it open for Gaz.

"You just gonna tell me?"I told you so?" No comfort? No love?" Gaz teases, watching as Maxwell drops a healthy glob of butter onto the hot muffin before pushing it toward him. "I mean, looks like you've got something on your mind. Your landlord is giving you trouble, too?" Before Maxwell could answer, the door to the coffee shop rang, and he had customers to attend too. With one more smile at Gaz, Max went over to the register.

Gaz took his usual seat by the window, watching the sun get higher in the sky. If Maxwell stayed busy, he would call him later about whatever was bothering him.

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Maxwell and Kyle had a strange start to their friendship, having met in the very short time that Kyle went to college. They were dorm mates for a month and became very close, even though some people probably thought Kyle was Maxwell's bully.

Kyle wasn't a bully, but he did love teasing people. It gave him a rush, especially physically overpowering people in the most simple way, a wedgie. Sure, it was juvenile, but no matter how highly someone thought of themselves, Kyle knew they would be a flustered mess if their underwear was cranked up their ass.

Maxwell was sweet, kind, and nerdy, all the things that made Kyle itch to make him squeal. It was the second day of getting settled in, Kyle already having the itch to abandon college and join the military. There was still time, and the window hadn't shut yet. He had been pacing for the past 20 minutes, and Maxwell was fed up, turning around at his desk chair.

"Kyle! For the love of God, stop pacing! He snaps, about to continue his rant of annoyance, but when he blinked, Kyle was behind his chair with his hands down the back of his sweatpants. The moment Kyle's hands touched Maxwell's panties Maxwell wore panties he didn't stop tugging until his stress was gone. He'd ended the night with sore arms, and a much calmer mind.

Maxwell ended his with his arms tied behind his back and his panties over his head.

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And somehow, even after that, they became friends. Though Gaz, still always known as Kyle to Maxwell, never stopped giving him wedgies. Maxwell was always nice enough to let Kyle stay in his apartment during leave, since at first he didn't have enough money or reason to buy his own place. At least once every few days, Gaz would need some "stress relief" as he called it.

Maxwell never protested the wedgies much. Sure, he squeaked, squealed, whined, and yelled, especially whenever Gaz left him hung up on the coat rack hooks. But other than that, he never complained how often Gaz wedgied, and tore, his underwear. Gaz suspected he liked getting wedgied almost as much as he liked giving them, but he never rocked the boat by asking, just kept tugging and tearing pair after pair.

Gaz people watched for a little as he finished his muffin, seeing how busy the store was getting, so he threw out his trash and headed for the door. Maxwell was too busy to notice, or he would've waved at him, but Gaz was glad his back was turned. Maxwells underwear was sticking out of the back of his uniform pants. Most people wouldn't notice or even care, but he did. They were a pretty purple color that Gaz wanted to tear right up Maxwell's fat ass.

As he walked to his car, he kinda hoped Maxwell was having apartment problems. He still, unashamedly, had the panties that he had ripped off him from the apartment days. He wouldn't need to save those if he had a supply right down the hall to choose from and destroy. Of course Gaz had kept up his antics in the military; he was known for his brutal wedgies and freindly disposition; but nothing had compared to giving Maxwell wedgies and the more he thought, the more he needed Maxwell to move in with him. He needed to have his wedgie boy back.

He sits down in the driver's seat, pulling out his phone and immediately sending him a text.

Call me when you get done with work.

Suddenly, the idea of sharing his space and privacy didn't seem that bad.