ICameForDeviance

A few hours before the local Pride parade, Riley was filled with anticipation. They had eagerly awaited this day for weeks and had spent the time preparing a comfortable and expressive outfit that waved the colors of the trans flag. As they got dressed, their outfit effortlessly complemented their body. They put on the light blue crop top that snugly fit against their form, highlighting their midriff and slim stomach. To complete the look, they layered a set of black suspenders holding a small collection of pins, a vibrant pink button-down shirt over the shoulders, and paired it with blue tapered shorts that embraced their hips and thighs, showing off their curves and hand-painted designs on their hips and ass. Riley aimed for a casual yet expressive style, ensuring that each layer had a touch of flare. All that was left was to put on their shoes and finish their eyeshadow and face paint to tie it all together while they waited for their partner, Taylor, to arrive at the

Beep Beep Beep. The alarm clock blares through the room, waking up the sleep-deprived teacher. He rolls over in his bed, turns off his alarm, and drags himself onto his feet. Aizawa stumbles toward his dresser and opens it to find a lack of clean clothing. "Oh, come on," he says, tired and agitated. He brushes the loose strands of hair off his face and scans the room around him. Aizawa finds an old set of clothes in a pile across the room. He walks to the clothing and picks up his black long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of black pants. He slips the shirt over his torso before sliding his legs through the pants' legs. Aizawa quickly pulls up the pants on his legs before the edge of his pants starts to bunch and catch on his tight and firm ass and his boxers. His boxers are a loose-fitting and wrinkled pair that he has had for quite some time; the fabric is stretched out, so he has no other choice but to wear them until he gets a new set of clean clothing. His underwear catches on his

Hello all,. I apologize for the long hiatus as It was longer than I would’ve been expected. A mixture of life events as well as a handful personal issues stopped me from posting for a while. I want to to came a bring you all some new stories to read , although, it won’t be as frequent as before with that being said, I have a handful of stories in mind but I would love to hear from you all as well. what would you like to see? Thank you all so much for your patience and I hope to see you all real soon 😉 ❤️

Hello everyone, I want to inform you that I will be taking a small hiatus due to some current events happening in my life. I’ll try to be back as soon as I can as for right now I have been feeling unmotivated to write any stories and don’t believe it will be right to force one out. My goal is to make enjoyable content that I could be proud of and I don’t want my hobby to feel like a job . Thank you all for your support and I will see you all real soon ❤️ -ICFD

Hello, I wanted to say thank you to all who decided to follow my page, it really does mean a lot. In order to celebrate reaching 100+ followers I thought it would be nice to share my first wedgie experience. I hope you all enjoy It was a normal day at school. I had just finished my lunch in the cafeteria and was making my way outside. Once I got out, I decided to head towards the wide-open field not too far from the entrance. I sat on a large rock under a tree and finished some assignments I had for my next classes. After some time passed, I started hearing some scuffling. At first, I ignored it, but curiosity got the best of me. I looked up and saw a small group of our school's football team standing around, trying to toss each other around, tackling each other, and attempting to push the other one out of their makeshift circle. I remember watching along with some of the other players as they swapped out amongst themselves. But at one point, one of them looked at me and told me to

It is a quiet evening, and not much is happening on the ship. Pidge spends time with her brother Shiro, helping Coran and Allura on the main floor, while Hunk is in the kitchen preparing food for the rest of the team. Keith, on the other hand, decides to make his way down to the training room in hopes of improving his hand-to-hand combat skills. He grabs his dagger and heads down to the training room. Upon arrival, he sees Lance inside, lying on the floor, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. "Lance?" Keith says. "What are you doing?" Lance glances over at Keith and takes a huge exhale of breath. "Nothing, just taking a break." "Well, okay. Look, if you're not going to use the floor at the moment, would you mind waiting at the side?" Keith says. Lance begins to sit up. "Why?" he asks. "You going to use your cute little dagger to fight?" Lance says playfully. Keith responds, "A little training never hurt anyone. I need to be ready in case I'm in a hand-to-hand

This is a part 3, while it's not necessary to read the previous parts it may explain some details. Hope you enjoy You make your way to your first-period class, hoping not to draw too much attention to yourself. You scan the room and find that the only available seat is dead center of the class. Unfortunately, it's also right in front of your bully's three friends. You pay no mind to them as they talk amongst themselves. You try to keep a low profile until the school day ends. The first period goes without an issue, the second period goes just as smoothly, but it isn't until the third period that someone takes notice. For once, there is no abrupt yelling or complaining before class. You're surprised to realize your bully hasn't made it to class. You are relieved that you don't have to start the class with obnoxious noise, all except for one of the kids sitting a few seats to your side, one of your bully's friends. They glare at you as you try to avoid eye contact, but you can feel

Alex, a short and petite young man with medium long black hair, was getting ready for school, trying to decide what to wear. He sifted through his closet and found a black and blue long-sleeved shirt that matched his hair, a gray t-shirt, a beanie, and a pair of tight-fitting navy blue ripped jeans. He laid them out on his bed and began getting dressed. As he slipped his legs into the pants, he struggled a bit due to the shape and build of his firm posterior. He hopped, bounced, and wiggled until he managed to pull the jeans up, inadvertently giving himself a small wedgie. "Ahh," Alex grunted in slight discomfort. He tried to adjust, but the snug fit of the jeans made it challenging to pick out the wedgie. As he struggled, an idea crossed his mind. He decided to borrow a trick from his mother, who had similar issues with her underwear riding up her back. Alex reaches into her dresser drawer and begins to sift through until he finds something he likes, a pair of black panties. He

This wedgie story is in collaboration with WedgieMan-12. All characters belong to him. ---------- Matthew sits alone at the lunch table, absentmindedly playing with his food while his eyes wander over to the pink-haired girl seated a few tables away. Resting his cheek on his hand, he daydreams about Rose, the girl with vibrant pink hair who happens to be his Calculus classmate. Lost in his thoughts, Matthew is interrupted by Mindy, a classmate who approaches him. "Hey, Matt. Do you have my homework?" Mindy asks, expecting a response. There's a brief moment of silence as Matthew tries to gather his thoughts. "Uhh, Matt?" Mindy prompts, growing impatient. Suddenly, Matthew's hand is swiftly pulled out from under his head, causing his face to slam into his food tray. "Ow!" Matthew exclaims, surprised and in pain. "What the-" "Good, you're awake," Mindy interrupts. "I need my homework for the next period. Do you have it or not?" she demands. "Oh... yeah. Give me a second,"

This is a part 2, while it's not necessary to read the previous parts it may explain some details. Hope you enjoy It is a Monday afternoon, and Kyle has just arrived home after a rough day at school. He has been the victim of bullying during his time in high school, and today was no exception. His fellow classmates had pinned him to the ground of the school locker room, rotating from person to person as they gave Kyle multiple noogies, wet willies, group wedgies, and the occasional spanking, mocking his choice of underwear. Kyle enters the house and immediately drops his book bag on the floor as he makes his way upstairs and into his room. He slams the door and throws his body onto his bed, trying to forget the relentless bullying at school. He buries his face into his pillow and begins to doze off. As he becomes more drowsy, he is woken up by the screaming of his name. "Kyle!! Get your ass down here right now." He recognizes the voice, the voice of his mother, Megan. Kyle, too

Warning, this is a wedgie story with several types of humiliation and bullying (Wedgies, wet willies, kicks, pee, swirlies, Etc.). All characters are over 18. Just a few more minutes This was the only thought on Isabel’s mind as she walked through her college campus trying to get to her Prius so she could go home and rest. She didn’t necessarily dislike attending classes, she actually loved studying Psychology in a college and city that didn’t rely on bullying to solve everything, however the last few days had gotten the best out of her. Projects, homework, exams, maneuvering social life and a surge in... underwear related incident (fortunately not any directly happening to her) had really taken a toll on Isabel as the semester was arriving to its inevitable end. She wanted to enjoy her last few weekends around Pittsburg before she had to go back home to ScrapTown and endure the hell that city was. Just a few more minutes until I’m on my way to a nice book and a comfy...

Disclaimer: This story contains wedgies, if you couldn’t tell from the title. This is my second ever wedgie story, so don’t judge it too harshly. Some advice or criticism is always appreciated. You are Female. You let out a deep sigh, one of both relief and exhaustion. You recently got out from a prolonged and draining day of work, seeking respite. You made your way to the inviting embrace of your couch. With a sigh, you allowed your body to sink into the plush cushions. Startled from your tranquil reverie, you jolted upright as a jarring CRASH echoed from the direction of the kitchen in your apartment, followed by the noise of an eerie giggle like sound. “Uhm- H-Hello? Is anyone there?” You ask, almost shaking from fear. The only response you receive is another noise, which you could swear almost sounds like a chuckle.. but it doesn’t at the same time? It’s hard to explain Your breath caught in your throat, and your senses sharpened, attuned to every creak and rustle in the room. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as you scanned the shadows, your imagination conjuring the most unsettling scenarios. Thoughts of a possible serial killer, or even a ghost of some sorts? You forced a deep breath, attempting to steady your racing heart as you murmured reassurances to yourself. "Ghosts aren't real," you whispered under your breath, almost as if the words themselves held the power to dispel the unease that had taken root. Yet, as you stood alone in the dimly lit kitchen, you couldn’t help but grab yourself a weapon despite your “Reassurance”, the weapon in question being a dull and small kitchen knife. “Just in case,” You thought yourself. As you turned to head back towards the safety of the living room, an inexplicable chill ran down your spine, making you grip the knife harder. In that heart stopping moment, the impossible became reality: a spectral touch, icy and ethereal reaches into your (Pants and or Skirt, which ever you prefer.) and grips onto your panties (Which I’ll let you imagine the design) tightly. “No way, there’s no fuc- KYAAHH!” You shrieked as the cold hands yank your panties up to no man’s land, the panties were so deep you could almost taste it. “OW! Ow, hnng..” You were no stranger to wedgies, having 2 older brothers it was quote on quote, “Older sibling law” for them to pick on you. Your current wedgie made all those previous years of bullying look like simple teasing. Struggling against the spectral grip that held your panties, your heart pounded in your ears as you shrieked harder. The knife slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the floor below. You could only watch as you were lifted higher and higher off the ground, causing the briefs to only go deeper and deeper in your privates and elicited more whimpers. “What a loser..” The ghost whispers into your ear with its surprisingly feminine voice. In the heat of the moment you realize you haven’t even turned around to look at your assaulter expecting some kind of hideous monster, you quickly shift your head to see a.. total bomb shell of a woman, her appearance is like that of a model.. if a model was able to float, and had completely Snow White skin. The sheer shock of the moment almost makes you forget about the burning pain in your behind, almost.. The ghost had no intention of letting up, your panties already stretched above your head. “No.. WAIT! Anything but an Atomi-“ You stammered, your voice muffled, barely a whisper as you struggled in your new panty mask. The ghost leaves you with your underwear latched onto your chin and your hands glued together with some sort of ectoplasm.. “This is gonna be a long night..” You grumble to yourself.