#humiliationkink

[mercilessporcelain]

Repeat after me:

“I am a loser. I exist to be bullied.”

Repeat.

“I need to be humiliated and degraded.”

Repeat.

“My pleasure comes from being toyed with, I am a plaything.”

Repeat.

Again.

[castl3ti3l]

thinking ab going to see a hypnotist to try and get over my wedgie kink—sitting in their office and squirming in my seat as i tell them how embarrassing it is to get off on being humiliated

them saying they can help me and putting me into a trance, only to implant commands that make my need to be embarrassed even stronger—that as soon as they snap their fingers, the only thing on my mind will be how bad i need my panties pulled up my ass. the only way that i can get off is by humping my panties while being told how much of a freak i am for doing so.

then pulling me out of the trance and telling me that they need to wedgie me before i go—to assess how successful the treatment was, of course! for the first couple of tugs, i feel the same, but then they snap their fingers and now i’m begging them to pull harder, to snap my panties over my head and push me over to hump them. when they let go of my panties, i start pulling them myself, whimpering and whining as i beg them to bully me. they snap again just as i cum and i’m back to normal, and totally humiliated. but it’s okay, treatments like these rarely work the first time, so i’ll just have to keep coming back until they do!

[brattydrench]

He looked at me like I was nothing but a toy and grabbed my t-shirt with that wicked smirk. “Hold still, princess.”

Snip. Snip.

He cut it right under my tits, leaving the top half as a useless, torn crop that barely covered anything. My nipples were completely exposed, soft and puffy, on full display like the desperate whore I am. Then he kept cutting lower, turning the rest into the shortest, sluttiest excuse for a skirt I’ve ever seen. The frayed hem didn’t even reach the bottom of my ass. Every little movement and my bare cheeks spilled out, my pussy peeking from underneath like a needy slut who can’t even dress herself properly.

I stood there burning with shame, face flushed, trying to tug it down but only making it worse. My tits jiggling out the top, my ass completely falling out the bottom.

And he just stepped back, looked me up and down, and groaned in approval.

“Fuck, look at you… such a pathetic, exposed little mess. But goddamn, you’re perfect like this. My pretty, brainless fuckdoll. Walking around with your tits and ass out like the cheap, filthy girl you were always meant to be.”

He reached down and slapped my bare ass hard, watching it jiggle. “Good girl. This is exactly how you should always dress for me.”

I’ve never felt more humiliated. I’ve never been wetter.

[noobiestnoober]

Burning Shame (Natsu X F!Reader)

🔥 Kinktober 2025 – Day 6

Title: Burning Shame Fandom: Fairy Tail Pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Female Reader Genre: Smut (outdoor sex, humiliation, reckless passion, battle aftermath) Summary: The battle isn’t the only thing that leaves you breathless. Under the stars, Natsu claims you recklessly against the ruins, humiliation and raw desire tangled in every thrust and every cry he forces from you.

SMUT WARNING!!! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!!

The battlefield still stank of smoke and scorched earth, magic crackling in the night air where flames had licked across shattered stone. Natsu’s chest heaved as he stood before you, wild-eyed, hair damp with sweat, body radiating heat like a furnace. You should’ve been focused on the aftermath of the fight, but all you could feel was the raw thrum of his magic still pulsing in your bones, the way his gaze devoured you as though victory wasn’t enough.

“You look at me like that again,” he growled, voice rough with adrenaline, “and I’m not waiting until we get back.”

Before you could answer, he had you pinned against the ruined wall of a collapsed building, the bricks warm beneath your back, his mouth crashing down on yours with the same reckless hunger he fought with. His kiss was messy, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in, his growl vibrating against your lips.

You gasped when he tore at your clothes with impatient hands, tugging until fabric ripped, leaving you exposed under the moonlight. The cool night air kissed your bare skin just as his hot palms claimed it, rough calluses scraping your thighs as he shoved them apart.

“N-Natsu—someone could see—” you stammered, breathless, shame and desire tangling until your voice broke.

“Let ‘em,” he snarled, dragging his cock free, already hard and throbbing, the tip smearing precum against your entrance as he ground against you. His grin was sharp, feral. “They’ll see who you belong to.”

Then he thrust into you in one brutal stroke, forcing a cry from your throat that echoed across the empty street.

“Ahhhhnnn—!”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked you hard against the wall, each thrust slamming through you with reckless rhythm, the sound of skin meeting skin drowned only by your shameless moans. His flames licked faintly around his body, the heat of them brushing your skin, singeing the air, as if even his magic couldn’t contain itself when he had you like this.

“Loud already,” he rasped, teeth nipping your ear before dragging down your throat. “I like it. Scream for me. Let the whole guild hear you.”

Humiliation burned bright in your cheeks as your cries spilled free, high-pitched, broken, impossible to hold back while he pounded into you mercilessly. His laugh rumbled low in his chest at the way your body betrayed you, clenching tight around him, dripping down your thighs.

He hooked your leg over his arm, driving deeper, hitting that spot that made you see stars, your head falling back against the wall with a strangled sob.

“Fuck—you feel too good—” Natsu groaned, hips slamming harder, faster, his hot breath searing your ear. “Say it. Say you love when I use you out here.”

“Y-yes! I love it—I love it—please don’t stop—” you cried, tears streaking down your cheeks as your body writhed under the assault.

His mouth claimed yours again, swallowing your broken moans as your climax tore through you, violent and shattering, your body convulsing around his cock. He roared your name into the night as he followed, thrusting deep and spilling inside you, grinding through the aftershocks until you were trembling, spent, humiliated, and utterly his.

When he finally pulled back, sweat dripping from his brow, he smirked down at you, cock still half-hard against your thigh.

“Stars look better when you’re screaming under me,” he said, before pinning you harder to the wall. “And I’m not finished showing you.”

[punchingbaggirl]

Yuo can instant loss me by forcing me to huff your bootscent mid fight. Just shove the opening of your boot over my mouth and nose and I will collapse and forget everything I know. Pleas do this.

[thegentlemencockrouch]

Cw: scat

Why do i never see wedgie scat. I feel like its an untapped market, y'know wedgie someone then they accidentally poop their pants. Very humiliating, very easy to bully.

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

belly pats

a person patting someone else's belly is so attractive to me. especially if they do it in public. bellies are so sensitive/vulnerable and generally something we're protective of. like aw you trust them like that to let them touch you there and in front of others to see, even if the domination of the gesture feels embarrassing.

[mercilessporcelain]

Humiliate yourself. Degrade yourself. Expose yourself. You know you’ll lose in the end, wouldn’t it be nice to just stop fighting it? To give up? The amusement of others is so much more important than your pride, silly thing. Empty your head of all those ridiculous thoughts of dignity, they’re not serving you. You’ll be so much happier once you give in.