#if this is written poorly it’s cause I’m hella tired

[epicthemusicalstuff]

Countdown to the Thunder Saga: 6 days!

Fun Fact: The ancient greek concept of hospitality, Xenia, was in part to Zeus, who was sometimes known as the protector of strangers! Xenia, to simplify it, had two main parts! Hosts respect of their guest, and the guests respect of their host! In addition, one never knew when a stranger was a god in disguise (sometimes Zeus!) which was all the reason to be kinder to them!

[ghost-gies]

De//rek is an asshole and definitely deserves a wedgie! Maybe even an atomic...

[OwOs loudly] im sorry this,,,,,got Way Too Long and Outta Hand, i love me some country dilfs and wedgie-ing said country dilfs--

also hella unedited skflfgklshd

“I told ya, before, ya son of a bitch, I won that bet fair and square!” Derek yells, practically fuming as Ed crosses his arms, not paying any mind to him. The football game they bet on last night saw Derek as the winner thanks to a technical foul. Ed, however, had another say.

“Oh, ya got lucky! We both know that your team’s been chicken shit all this season. I ain’t paying up.”

“Why not?” Derek follows Ed as he tries to leave the break room. Other egos out and about in the hallway, talking among themselves as their lunch break carried on.

“I just told you, now back up you little brat.”

“Pfft, I see why now,” Derek steps in front of him. Smirking as the Texan stared him down behind dark sunglasses. A stiff glare his way did nothing to deter Derek. “That lil’ old business of yours falling behind, Eddie? Reckon you’ll come working for me now, eh? I knew your bank account must be dry -- my mistake, I shouldn’t have ask--”

The once confident snide smirk on the Southerner’s face quickly fades as Ed overpowers him, pushing him down onto the table in the break room. Pinning him down firmly, one hand holding him at the base of his neck, the other working towards his pants.

“The hell are you doin’?! You lost your goddamn mind?!”

“I’m knocking you and your smart ass down a peg, Derek. Tired of you acting your so much better than us just because you’re new around here.” Ed groans, practically ripping Derek’s belt away, hearing panic rise in Derek’s voice as he worked his pants down.

“W-Wait, Ed, think about what you’re doing--”

“Oh, holy shit,” Ed breaks into laughter, still pinning Derek down as he gets a better look at the view before him. His own off and on again enemy, the same man who paraded himself as the best of them thus far, the same overconfident man who found joy in teasing and mocking him, now exposed in tighty whities with his name written on the waistband. His ass framed nicely in the near sheer fabric, leaving little to Ed’s imagination.

“Ed, goddamn it--”

“Stay right there, briefs boy,” Ed laughs harder, “don’t go around wigglin’, or it’ll make this even more harder to do.”

“This? The hell you mean ‘this’?! You already got me half nude, what else is next?! And stop bein’ so rough!”

Ed chuckles, the once near hysteric laughing calmed down, focusing on the task at hand as he works. One hand gripping the waistband, the other pinning Derek down with less force. His lips curling up into a smirk behind his mustache as he pulls back the tighty whities the Southerner wore. 

“You’re gonna be really happy you chose some stretchy undies to wear today.”

“What the--!”

Derek doesn’t finish his sentence as he feels what Ed’s been leading up to all along. His lip caught in between his teeth as he feels his tighty whities be yanked up his ass. The fabric easily going in between his cheeks, rubbing against his hole, squishing his balls and cock closer to his body, a low groan leaving past his lips as he looks back.

“Ed, I swear to Christ--”

“You know you deserve this for not only being a smart ass,” Ed yanks up higher. Hearing Derek’s groans turn to whimpers as he stays put. His cheeks exposed more as the leg holes of his undies are stretched higher up his back. Even his own name on the waistband stretching as the tighty whities are are wedgied deeper in his ass, “but for wearing tighty little whities at your age.”

“It’s all I had to wear today, ya jackass.”

“Mmh-hmm. Sure it was. Don’t lie to me when I’ve seen those little brief lines when you’d bend over. You may think you’re such hot shit around here, but you ain’t nothing more than a nerd needin’ a nice atomic to set ya straight. Especially when you wear these little nerd handles at your age.”

Derek hates the fact the humiliating words travel to his cock. Biting his lip, bringing his hands up to hide his face. Knowing anyone can walk through the door and see him in such a state...

Ed groans with each tug. Lifting Derek up off his feet as his back arches into the wedgie. Each harsh pull nearly making Derek moan, biting back his noises poorly as he feels the tighty whities reach higher and higher. From his mid back, to the base of his neck, feeling Ed more his hand away as the undies easily give in.

Another groan, and Derek feels it. 

The fabric finally over his head. Messing up his usual slicked hairstyle, shaking as his back stay comfortably arched. Amused, thinking of how...well, well the underwear took the wedgie. Gasping as he reaches his hand back to feel at his head. 

“Don’t go undoing it now.” Ed warns. Derek nodding. Stuck in disbelief and arousal at what Ed’s down. Finally showing him his place, in the most humiliating and somewhat satisfying way.

Ed reaches down to smack Derek’s ass, finally earning a moan. The tighty whities tight up his ass, his cheek jiggling from the smack, left with his pants around his ankles and wedgies up over his head. Derek just couldn’t help the moan slipping out.

“...You enjoyin’ this?”

“I...holy shit, Ed--” is all Derek can get out. Finally at a loss for words for once when dealing with Ed.

“You pull any bullshit like you did today, I’m gonna have to put you in more of these.” Ed warns, helping undo the short lived atomic, “we got a deal?”

Derek finding it...not that bad, even looking forward to, causing much more trouble for the Texan in the future.

“Deal.”