It's the Comedy Kink Meme!

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Unless 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.

Comments

Part 2

[(Anonymous)]

Ed feels everything as he waits; the push of his all-too-fragile lungs against his breastbone as he breathes between painful writhes on the hotel bed, the stench of sweat and age-old seamen from the sheets beneath him, and, most painfully of all, Frankie’s aftershave that wafts towards him, slowly enticing him. And God, it’s fucking difficult not to move, especially when Frankie moves just out of eyeshot in his pacing of the heavily tarnished floor. But he allows himself those tiny writhes, just to let him know he’s still there; just to let Frankie know he’s still there.

Frankie does eventually stir, positing himself on the dresser that lay before the bed. He plays with the light switch, dimming and brightening the lights, making Ed wince uncomfortably in the bright lights before settling on the dim setting. They sit in the darkness a little longer, Ed growing more impatient with the passage of time. From the corner of his eye, he sees Frankie smirk, running his tongue slowly along his lips.

“C’mere.”

Ed didn’t have to be told twice, he shot immediately from the bed into Frankie’s lap, waiting and praying for the next command.

“So, I imagine you’re pretty bored by now, hmm?”

He shakes his head childishly; Ed just wants Frankie to touch him, he doesn’t want to fuck about.

“No? Really? Are you sure, Ed?”

Ed shakes his head impassively. He glares at Frankie, who, falling back against the wall with a hollow thud, rolls his eyes and tuts gently.

“Well, I’m bored Ed.”

Ed wants to whimper, he wants to say anything, but words escape him.

“Do you know what you’re going to do, Ed?” At this, Ed shakes his head slowly, “You’re going to suck me off.”

Frankie stays perfectly still, but glares expectantly down, as if to ask, well? What are you waiting for? Falling to his knees, and with less than steady hands, Ed unbuckles Frankie’s belt, and slowly pulls his half-hard cock into sight. He lets it slide with graceless precision past his lips and further down his throat, until he knows any more and he’ll start gagging, and Frankie won’t like that. Ed just wants Frankie to reciprocate as he sucks harder, but he knows that’s not how this works – although he’s more than sure that he hears Frankie exhale so very gently before swallowing hard. Frankie’s hand grips his hair, twisting thick strands around his fingers and pushing Ed further onto his cock until coarse hair scratches at his face. He pushes Ed harder with each stroke, and with a vague sense of desperation, Ed moves to his own cock, that’s straining hard against his chest. Frankie immediately pulls hard at Ed’s hair, forcing his head up and rendering him still.

“Did I say you could do that?”

Ed answers with a feeble “No”.

“Fucking…Get up.”

Ed gets up.

“Lie on the bed.”

Ed lies on the bed.

“Stay.”

Ed daren’t move.

He listens as Frankie looks for something, his actions laced with a clear distain. Before long (to Ed, it feels like hours), he feels Frankie clamber onto the bed behind him.

“In the air. Now.”