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hippyjolteonUnless you can find anything similar, the idea for a Comedy Kink Meme is entirely mine. The Kink Meme format was originally lifted from the Digimon Kink Meme, which begat 2Bamaser's Pokémon Kink Meme and of course, blackjackrocket's Pokémon Kink Meme. (Which y'all should fill out, stat).
So, without further ado, my spin on this whole thing...
The Comedy Kink Meme!
The Basics:
1) Comment anonymously (this is very, very important) with a pairing and a kink. Comedy is a very general term, but I'll pretty much accept and go with anything. Stand-up comedians are good, sketch shows are fab, sitcoms rock and above all, panel shows are what really matter here.* All pairings - be they in-universe, crossover or on more crack than, well, let's not go there... are allowed. All kinks are welcome.
*1a) But not too broad. I won't accept characters from comedy films, but comic actors (as long as they've branched out with stand up and the like) are fine.
2) Respond anonymously with a drabble/'fic/piece of fan art. Or just comment for fun. Or do both.
3) This will inevitably end up NSFW.
How to make everyone's life easier:
1) If you request something, try your best to respond to a request as well! Preferably respond to the older ones first, but just make sure we keep this up for as long as possible! After all, everyone needs a distraction from work/school/whatever it is that you young people do these days.
2) No drama . Keep the "comedy" in the Comedy Kink Meme alive and well.
3) Advertise. Pimp us out. Tell your friends. Keep this thing going in however many ways you can.
So, have fun and enjoy in as many ways as you could possibly imagine! Or something.
blackjackrocket's Pokémon Kink Meme. (Which y'all should fill out, stat). So, without further ado, my spin on this whole thing...
The Comedy Kink Meme!
The Basics:
1) Comment anonymously (this is very, very important) with a pairing and a kink. Comedy is a very general term, but I'll pretty much accept and go with anything. Stand-up comedians are good, sketch shows are fab, sitcoms rock and above all, panel shows are what really matter here.* All pairings - be they in-universe, crossover or on more crack than, well, let's not go there... are allowed. All kinks are welcome.
*1a) But not too broad. I won't accept characters from comedy films, but comic actors (as long as they've branched out with stand up and the like) are fine.
2) Respond anonymously with a drabble/'fic/piece of fan art. Or just comment for fun. Or do both.
3) This will inevitably end up NSFW.
How to make everyone's life easier:
1) If you request something, try your best to respond to a request as well! Preferably respond to the older ones first, but just make sure we keep this up for as long as possible! After all, everyone needs a distraction from work/school/whatever it is that you young people do these days.
2) No drama . Keep the "comedy" in the Comedy Kink Meme alive and well.
3) Advertise. Pimp us out. Tell your friends. Keep this thing going in however many ways you can.
So, have fun and enjoy in as many ways as you could possibly imagine! Or something.
Frankie/David. pt 3
Date: 2008-09-10 08:46 pm (UTC)Two lackadaisical fingers beckon him forward off his haunches, “Undo my trousers,” Frankie says carelessly, and as David does as he’s told Frankie wanders his fingers down the neckline of the dress. There’s no hair on his chest, and Frankie guesses he must have shaved that too. He dips down to find a nipple, circles the tender skin-- and pinches it. Hard. David flinches quite wonderfully while trying not to.
“Touch me,” Frankie orders. “But. Just with your mouth.” He puts one hand on the back of David’s head and pushes him towards his half hard cock; a moment of hesitation, then David gets the idea and, parting the cotton of Frankie’s boxers, wraps his mouth around his prick. His cheeks hollow perfectly as he sucks, taking as much of Frankie into his mouth as he’s able; deep, and deeper, ‘til his dick is almost tapping the back of his throat.
Normally David is a control freak, but he lets Frankie set the rhythm with the hand on the back of his head, pushing him to go faster, further; he does his damn’est to keep up, licking and sucking as best he can. Letting Frankie fuck his face.
There’s something freeing in giving up control, in being used like this: thought skitters away, leaving nothing but sensation. Rough hands on his head, smooth skin on his tongue, bitterness and desperation tinting it all: right now, the world could end and it would be nothing more than background noise.
David moans in his throat like a lost soul coming home and it almost tips Frankie’s world into so much static - but he manages to hold himself together, to seize David by the sides of his head and wrench him back.
Startled, David’s eyes snap open. His mouth works but fails to even squeak a protest.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Frankie holds him there fast; the wig has slipped into David’s eyes and he blinks futilely.
“Not like that,” Frankie growls, his voice breaking into a cough. David tries to nod, but can’t.
A beat, then Frankie releases him with a shove. “Over to the desk.” One high heel skitters badly on the shiny floor, and David almost twists an ankle as he hurries to comply.
“Face it. Hands on it. Head down.”
There’s a not quite silence behind David, the sounds too quiet for him to identify. Something soft and cloth like? And a clink of something metallic?
“Head down I said!” Frankie pushes David’s head down and yanks the dress up: David’s expecting a smack on his arse, not the hard crack! of stiff leather against his skin that sends fire burning along his nerves and prickling penance in its wake. “One,” says Frankie calmly, and adjusts his grip on the looped belt.
Crack!“Two.”
The second rush of pain is close on the heels of the first, and Frankie waits just long enough for the immediate heat to cool and the sting to bloom when he brings on the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. Each counted steadily out. Each lingering under the skin like some dark kiss.
Crack! “Six.”
A shuddering exhalation escapes David, his chest heaving. From behind him Frankie can see drops of pre-come as they start to roll down his ignored erection. He raises the belt again. And again. And again.
Crack! “Thirteen.”
Frankie can’t take his eyes off his mark on David’s skin. Mine. The stripes left by the hard leather stand livid red on white, trembling flanks; hard to say if the shoes or the tension thrumming through David are more to blame for it.
Crack! “Nineteen.”
It’s the barest muffled whisper when it comes, and Frankie almost doesn’t catch it: “Please.”
He hesitates, one stroke short of an even score. “You want me to stop?” Frankie says it half haughtily, suddenly unsure but trying not to spoil the illusion if he’s misunderstood the request. It could be part of the game - they’d, foolishly it suddenly seems, not considered safe words when they’d agreed to this.
Frankie/David. pt 4
Date: 2008-09-10 08:48 pm (UTC)Frankie is surprised to see a tremble in his own fingers as he rips open the lube packet and slicks himself up; he’s hard, so hard, and David, when he pushes himself inside, is so tight.
Dizzying heat. Skin slapping on skin. Sweat prickles on Frankie’s forehead and makes his glasses slide down his nose; he tries to push them back up but they slide back down again almost immediately. Fingers dig into flesh hard enough to bruise, squeezing skin to white while the bitter tang of sweat underneath cloying perfume floats into the air around them. Little sounds escape David, even as he bites his lip to keep them in.
So much; too much.
Frankie’s first, but he lunges to grab David’s prick as the release stutters through his body; he makes the barest connection with his fingertips, but it’s enough. David makes a noise like a sob, and comes a messy splatter of white.
~
Afterwards, when the world sneaks back in, they avoid each other’s eyes and David turns down Frankie’s offer of a shower. Though he lets Frankie insist on driving him home.
~*~
Re: Frankie/David. pt 4
Date: 2008-09-10 10:27 pm (UTC)Re: Frankie/David. pt 4
Date: 2008-09-10 11:08 pm (UTC)No flowers at the funeral - all money to be put towards a fund to make David dress that way the whole time, please.
Re: Frankie/David. pt 4
Date: 2008-09-10 11:37 pm (UTC)*dies*
Re: Frankie/David. pt 4
Date: 2008-09-11 08:02 am (UTC)*tries to breathe normal again*
So hot and beautifully written!
Thank you!
Date: 2008-09-12 05:37 am (UTC)Re: Thank you!
Date: 2008-09-12 06:40 am (UTC)