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♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
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♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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Mark/Eduardo

(Anonymous)
Despite of his genius and asshole-y attitude, Mark was an ordinary guy when it comes to sex. Having not-so-regular sex with girlfriends and getting handjob or blowjob from infrequent hook-ups.

Then Eduardo happened.
Sex with Eduardo was rushed at first, awkward and kind-of-weird-and-painful for the second. However, as the relationship progressed, Mark was horrified to find out that he LOVE bottoming. He passive-aggressively blame Eduardo for making him such a slut (for Wardo. Only for Wardo.)

I want a fluffy-porn or a porny-fluff featured bottom!Mark.

Mark/Eduardo, kink: public lapfucking

(Anonymous)
Okay, so. I don't know how plausible that can be, but I'd love it if Mark fucks Eduardo while the latter is sitting on his lap, in public - can be with no one noticing what's going on or just a few or even everyone actually getting it, your pick. Oh, and as to the timeline or reason - I don't care, can be Harvard!era, a bet, at a party, drunkenness, or just Mark doing what he wants and not caring about anyone/anything else.

Extra bonus if you write it from Eduardo's POV who's getting off on the public aspect of it. Or an outsider!POV. Nnnnngh.

Run With The Wolves, Shout It Out Loud [1/2]

(Anonymous)
Anon has not written smut for about a year and a half, and apologizes profusely if this sucks. I know it’s way too short. Also, sorry this took me so long, but parents setting up camp next to you on the sofa are not particularly conducive to writing smut. Anon is also British, and although I had my eye out please forgive me if I make any mistakes. Title from Run With the Wolves by The Prodigy.

Quick disclaimer: all persons referenced below are intended to represent the characters in The Social Network and bear no relevance to those in real life who share the same names.



The venue’s packed, but people still keep coming. The crowd is seething, rippling in that bobble-headed way which tells of significant others sitting on their partner’s laps, best friends balancing on each other’s knees. The air is full of the quiet susurrus of their conversations; the speaker’s late.

Under him, Mark is quiet. Eduardo is quieter, even though the rattle of his breath through his nose sounds like a thunderstorm to his ears. He lets it clatter around his brain, uses it as a distraction against the tidal wave of shivers running through him.

“Bad idea,” he hears Mark breathe. “Such a bad idea.” Even through four layers of clothing, he can feel his jackrabbit heart, and he has to take a moment to bury the feel of it far away. Personally, however, he’s inclined to disagree.

The lights dim, and a steady stream of relieved applause permeates the air as the speaker comes on stage. Mark shifts a little – probably just getting comfortable, they are going to be here for a while – and Eduardo can’t help but whine a little, grateful for the smothering applause. He feels Mark’s fingers twitch on his hips, and even though it’s probably nothing more than reflex he likes to imagine it’s an admonishment, an instruction to keep quiet, and shivers nonetheless. He focuses on each heartbeat, every inhalation, the accompanying feeling of Mark’s chest steadily taking deep, certain breaths against his backs. He scowls, and, determined to alter this restraint, innocently rocks his hips. The resulting gasp has him grinning beatifically into the dark.

Chris shoots Mark a questioning look, which he hurriedly dispels by shaking his head. “S’cool,” he mutters. “Just winded me.”

“Am I too heavy for you?” Eduardo murmurs. He feels Mark’s fingers twitch on his hips again.

“I can take him for a bit, if you like,” Chris offers, and Eduardo has to smother a hysterical giggle.

“I’m good,” Mark mumbles; Eduardo shifts a little again. “Really,” he gasps, and this time Eduardo lets the chuckle loose. An angry shh comes anonymously from behind them, and Eduardo ducks his head by way of apology. Mark goes ominously still beneath him. He takes the opportunity to glance towards the speaker; it’s not like he can focus on anything he’s saying, but it pays in such situations to look like you’re paying attention. The longer Mark stays still, the easier it is to breathe like a normal person, and not like someone who’s sat in a crowded lecture theatre on his friend’s dick.

Oh fuck, he thinks, and it’s like he only just noticed, like his brain had switched everything off below his navel for his sanity’s sake – but now he’s painfully aware of everything, the sweat in his hair and on his temples, the furious push of his blood through his veins, the way even the nerves under his fingernails are singing – he scrabbles for a hold on an arm rest and finds Mark’s leg instead, clutches to it like a lifeline and tries to still his hips which have, almost by their own accord, started to rock recklessly in the tiniest of motions against Mark’s, properly fucking him at last.

“Mark,” he whispers, tasting the hysteria lacing his voice, “Mark – Mark – ”

“I know,” he breathes, “fuck, Wardo, don’t stop – ”

He couldn’t, not even if every single eye in the auditorium swiveled and burned into him right that second, not even if the glare of the spotlight picked them out against the hundreds and his mother was standing in the aisle beside them. How can they not know? he thinks, and clamps viciously down on a moan, though he can’t suppress a shudder as Mark’s thrust up hits true. How can they not notice?

Run With The Wolves, Shout It Out Loud [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 01:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
writer - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 01:11 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Run With The Wolves, Shout It Out Loud [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 01:31 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Run With The Wolves, Shout It Out Loud [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Run With The Wolves, Shout It Out Loud [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-04-10 11:42 pm (UTC)(Expand)
OP here again - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: OP here again - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 04:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: OP here again - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 07:44 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Run With The Wolves, Shout It Out Loud [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-25 05:03 pm (UTC)(Expand)

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
Andrew plans a lavish way of proposing to Jesse, only things keep getting in the way so he's postponing it and postponing it until he ends up having to wing it. Could also be Andrew/girl!Jesse!

Mark/Eduardo genderswap with a twist

(Anonymous)
"Twelfth Night" with TSN: Eduardo is a girl who pretends to be a boy while she's in Harvard.

Eduardo/Mark AU

(Anonymous)
I have no idea how to label this, I have a feeling this is a movie but my brain isn't functioning right now. So Mark is the son of the President, and is the genius but socially awkward son who is "encouraged" to hide out at Harvard in fear he will offend someone with access to WMD's (:O). He never wanted to be a part of the campaigning so not everyone is up to speed on who he is, and it's not popular to have a gay son when you're the president of the US.

rorelabviaebrlsvaeruo

I love this.
You go, Anon~

It's errant comment fic time! [RPF] Andrew/Jesse Football (soccer) AU.

Andrew runs full pelt across the pitch; he slides a little because the grass is wet from the sprinkle of rain they had earlier, and his shirt is sticking to his back with disgusting damp sweat, but he doesn't care, because they're in overtime and he has one shot at this- one perfect line up to get the ball which has managed to get away from the Brazilian defender.

Somewhere at the back of his brain, he can feel the vibrations from a thousand screams of supporters in the Russian stands- a mix of nationalities here for the final game, just so they can say they were; actual English men and women who have dragged their sorry selves all the way out here and are counting on him making it worth their while.

There are the steady sounds of the pitch; heavy breathing and someone swearing and the thump of his shoe as it finally connects, but all Andrew can hear is the steady thump-thump-thump of blood in his ears as he watches it soar through the air. The seconds seem to slow as the ball makes its graceful descent; the Brazilian goalkeeper diving to his left to catch it, and Andrew thinks he might be sick; no, seriously he's going to vomit- the ball slams into the back of the net and all is quiet.

For a moment, Andrew thinks he might have blacked out- but no, it's just that he can't hear himself think over the deafening roar of the crowd- the whistle has gone, it's over, it went in, it's 3-2; they've won- they've won. He skids to a halt on his knees, grass staining his skin, blood on his lip from biting down so hard, unable to process what this means.

He isn't alone for long- Joe slams into his from behind, thowing sweaty arms around Andrew's exhausted skin, screaming joyfully into his throat, and they are quickly joined by Patrick, who succeeds in helping Joe drag a bewildered Andrew back to his feet. The rest of the team are running over, but Andrew turns to their managers on the sidelines; Fincher is crying but Andrew doesn't care because all he can see is Jesse- who isn't even supposed to be on the sidelines (or still in Russia at all, since the USA were knocked out in the Quarter-Finals, and did't that let the media run riot when he refused to go home).

Jesse isn't staying put; he's running, onto the pitch, and like in every good romantic film, Andrew knows this is it, the make-it or break-it moment and he breaks away from where Joe is pulling Justin into their many armed hug, and starts running too.

Andrew forgets about everything, the prejudice, the unwritten rules- fuck it, he's already millionaire and he just won the fucking World Cup; he's quitting while he's ahead. All he wants now is to savour the rushing-burning-awesome shock of victory, this blaze of glory, wrap Jesse in his arms and say fuck you, world, I'm in love and I'm not ashamed.

Jesse seems to know, just from the look on his face, because he's grinning from ear to ear, and yes- those are actual tears- and he's jumping on Andrew, who isn't going to settle for a hug. He swings Jesse into the air, dragging him up so he has no choice but to wrap his legs around Andrew's waist, and then they're kissing and this is what euphoria must feel like, because nothing on earth could be better than this.

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
I didn't come here to tell you that I can't live without you. I can live without you. I just don't want to.

FILL: Eduardo/Mark

the hero of your tonight
1900 words
mark/eduardo
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Eduardo/Mark [RPF] Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
Okay, so I've seen several prompts asking for character A wanking off to character B and calling out his name and character B walking in and being really chill with it and joining right on in.

But okay, think about it for a minute. As lovely as that is, wouldn't you be sort of freaked out if the ~object of your affections walked in on you getting off on him/her and moaning out his/her name. Like, how awkward is that, yes?

So, let's have something where character B is still totally chill and is ready to join in and get some lovin', but character A is so unnerved by the whole thing that it just turns sort of disastrous and he's sort of backing away while character B is all 'hey, what's the deal? I want you; you obviously want me. ~let's get it on and character A is all wtf, this is not how it is supposed to happen; I feel so awkward.

And for the kink part of this prompt, please to be having a graphic masturbation scene. Up to you whether characters A and B eventually have sex later.

Also, the reason I'm using character A and character B for names is because I really don't care which one does the masturbating and which one walks in. Again, up to you.

Fill: they said their nevers 1a/?

(Anonymous)
Dear OP, this isn't exactly what you wanted and I'm sorry. I hope you still like at at least a little bit.
Title from a poem by e. e. cummings



Jesse looks at his watch again. It’s been eight minutes since Andrew excused himself and went to the bathroom, leaving him and Justin alone at the restaurant table. While Justin has been talking about something or other the whole time, Jesse has been trying to persuade himself that he can absolutely survive without Andrew for a couple of minutes. It’s not such a big deal, right? They haven’t properly seen each other for months prior to this little reunion celebration, so there is absolutely no need to become anxious and worry about Andrew accidentally slipping on the bathroom floor, cracking his head open and bleeding out because he was unconscious and couldn’t call for help.

Jesse sighs. Eight minutes is probably not a very long amount of time anyway, he’s just being creepy again. But -

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Justin interrupts his thoughts and Jesse smiles at him apologetically before saying, “Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom too” and decidedly standing up. He would just check on Andrew, just to convince himself that Andrew isn’t dead yet and then he’d make an effort to be less neurotic for the rest of the evening.

“Bathroom, huh?” Justin replies with a smirk. “You guys aren’t as subtle as you think.”

Jesse has no idea what this means, so he just goes away without responding.

The bathroom is pretty tiny, with two stalls, only one of them occupied. Jesse stands there for a moment, feeling completely awkward. What should he do now? Call Andrew’s name and ask if he’s okay there (and die of mortification in the process)? Just wait till Andrew comes out and in the meantime invent an explanation for what he’s doing here? Just go back to the table because coming here was such a bad idea?

Before he can decide on the best course of action, a noise comes from the occupied stall. Too soft to be able to figure out what it is, but Jesse is immediately reminded of his thoughts about head wounds. Just as he’s about to call out Andrew’s name, the noise repeats itself, louder this time, and now Jesse realizes that it’s definitely a muffled moan and it’s definitely Andrew’s voice that made the noise.

For the first fifteen seconds after this realization, Jesse’s brain short circuits. Afterwards, it is flooded with images of Andrew being pressed against the stall wall, getting sucked off just like Eduardo was in the movie. Andrew’s head is thrown back, long neck exposed. His pants are still on, the fly is just opened, so that the girl can take out his cock. It’s red and glistening with the girl’s saliva and Andrew can’t even look down, has to close his eyes because otherwise the sight of the girl making small teasing licks around the cock head would make him come instantly. He closes his eyes, but the girl chooses this exact moment to stop the teasing and wrap her lips around his cock and -

Another moan wakes Jesse up from his reverie, at least so far that he can tell the voice is still unmistakeably Andrew’s. In the middle of trying to calm down his erratic breathing, he thinks that Andrew couldn’t have found a girl in the short time he has been away from the table. It just wasn’t possible. And since the only voice coming from the stall is Andrew’s, this must mean -

Another set of images appears in his mind. Andrew excusing himself and coming here, shutting himself in a stall and just standing there for a while, not daring to do anything, not being able to go back. Then resolutely putting his right hand against the front of his pants and pressing down slightly against his hardening cock. His left hand wandering to his nipple and pinching it through the shirt. Closing his eyes and biting down on the lower lip, while unfastening his pants, pulling out his cock and finally closing his hand around it. Coating his hand in saliva to make it more slippery. Wrapping the other hand around his balls and squeezing gently, not being able to hold back a moan. Biting down on the knuckles in order to muffle the noises, but the fingers moving up and down his shaft feeling so fucking good -

Fill: they said their nevers 1b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 09:09 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 1b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 11:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 1b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-28 01:55 am (UTC)(Expand)
Fill: they said their nevers 2a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-28 10:47 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Fill: they said their nevers 2b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-28 10:49 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 2b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-29 09:01 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 2b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-07 10:09 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Fill: they said their nevers 3a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-09 09:55 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Fill: they said their nevers 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-09 10:00 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-10 11:08 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-15 06:36 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-07-07 03:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: they said their nevers 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-28 04:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)

[RPF] Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
Andrew and Jesse are best friends. Jesse is in love with Andrew, only Andrew is apparently non the wiser sleeping his way through all the beautiful women and having the time of his life. And Jesse is always there, watching and pining until he for some reason finally has had enough and comes clean. Only it freaks Andrew out, because Andrew isn't gay. After all he's sleeping with all these girls! So Jesse leaves, hurt and heartbroken and Andrew continues with his ways and is spiraling out of control. All his friends is fighting him, trying to make him see that what he is searching for and what he needs was there all along. Basically I want Andrew fighting to win back Jesse's love

:D:D:D

Eduardo/Mark, fingering

(Anonymous)
mark is stressed out, tired and tense from a coding session. eduardo ~brings him down by touching him, kissing him, but mostly undressing him and then fingering him into a state of relaxation; until he's loose and boneless and putty in eduardo's hands.

bonus if it's post-movie but not really fussed!

Mark/girl!Eduardo

(Anonymous)
Mark and Wardo are not in a relationship, so Sean thinks Wardo is fair game and is like "oh who's the babe, want a piece of this, woman I INVENTED NAPSTER" And Wardo's all like "...pig", only Sean gets increasingly more pushy and Wardo is hurt Mark doesn't stop Sean's advances. So she get's drunk and stupid, and sleeps with Sean. And Mark IS PISSED.

FILL: jealousy, turning saints into the sea (1/?)

okay apparently i couldn't get it done last night/today, and i'm not going to be online for several days, but, i wanted to get up some of what i have so. here's the beginning of the fill. ♥ i apologize for taking forever and a year to even have this. OH. and title is from the killers mr. brightside. i don't even know.

The thing about Eduarda Saverin is that she generally, as a rule, doesn’t like assholes. Mark is the exception, because she’s seen enough of him to realize that most of his asshole tendencies usually stem from people being idiots and she can sympathize with that feeling because God knows she has had times when she’s wanted to be a bitch for the same exact reason. However, assholes that are just…well, assholes for no real reason at all annoy her to the point where she tries her hardest to avoid them just so she doesn’t have to play nice.

Sean Parker happens to be an asshole with nothing to back up his behavior so she hates him almost on sight. After all, only an asshole would be twenty-five minutes late to a meeting when they have a watch and show no remorse for it and don’t even get her started on all of the shit she’s read about him. She puts on a smile though, because she’s nice and she’s the CFO, so it’s in her job description. Being nice is a mistake because not only is Sean an asshole, he’s a male who thinks he’s god’s gift to women, which he’s not.

“Are any of you dating?” Sean asks when she looks at the three of them with Christy in between her and Mark.

“Nope, these two are just best friends and I’m Edi’s friend and Mark’s…acquaintance, I guess.” Christy beats her to answering and she can’t help but wince when she does.

That is not what Edi wants Sean to know, because if Sean thought she’s taken, the likelihood that she’ll be hit on drops significantly and well, that would be nice. Unfortunately he now knows that she’s fair game and so the onslaught begins in between mentions of Napster and allusions to how much of a badass he is.

“So, Edi, I’ve never been with a Brazilian woman before, I imagine you know how to do things that most girls wouldn’t even attempt to try.”

That makes her want to vomit and she glares. “Probably, but typically Brazilian women have standards and that might be why you’ve never been able to sleep with one. I’m sure they’ve all slapped you for thinking you’re cooler than you are. “

Normally that would have been the end of a guy’s attempts to get into her pants, but she has to give Sean a little credit, his level of persistence is astonishing and he just keeps going and Eduarda is slowly feeling the urge to slap him, but he keeps mentioning things that make Mark’s eyes light up so she refrains.

“That’s called the Little Big Horn, that’s smart, Mark.” Sean compliments before Eduarda realizes that wait, no, that idea wasn’t Mark’s.

“Thank you, that was my idea.” She emphasizes, bristling a little at the idea that just because Mark created the website, he was clearly responsible for all of the ideas about it, which is far from true. After all, if that was the case, she wouldn’t be his CFO.

Edited at 2011-04-22 12:17 am (UTC)

Re: FILL: jealousy, turning saints into the sea (1/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-04-24 02:35 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: jealousy, turning saints into the sea (1/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-04-24 08:46 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: jealousy, turning saints into the sea (2/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-04-28 04:16 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
5 years after the depositions, Mark very publicly outs himself walking in the LA Gay Pride Parade.

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
Road trip fic! Between Harvard and Palo Alto.

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
after hours, eduardo fucks mark against the glass window of his office., whispering hot dirty nothings into his ear. what if someone was looking, i bet you'd still be hot for it, begging me to fuck you or something.

FILL: I Never Did Anything Out of the Blue [1/2]

(Anonymous)
Anon has not written smut for a long time, so apologises profusely if her muscle has broken. I know it’s stupidly short. There is by no means enough dirty talk in this, because I suck at life. Anon is also British, and although I had my eye out please forgive me if I make any mistakes. Title is from Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie yes someday I will stop using poignant song lyrics as titles, so sue me.

Quick disclaimer: all persons referenced below are intended to represent the characters in The Social Network and bear no relevance to those in real life who share the same names.



He’s not forgiven. He knows that, even as Eduardo’s fingers curl around his wrists so delicately, and he trails little kisses across his clothed back, shoulder to shoulder, breath teasing at the base of his neck.

Mark looks into the glass. It’s dark outside, but not dark enough; the light spills across the window oddly, sometimes a perfect reflection of their faces, sometimes nothing more than the panorama Mark intended it to be. Floor-to-ceiling windows and inspirational skylines are all the rage, nowadays. “Stay still,” Eduardo hisses in his ear, and it’s like the command bypasses his brain entirely, sinks straight into his muscles; he doesn’t even think of disobeying, just freezes up against the glass. His wrists are released, and he can’t stop himself whimpering as he hears the click of Eduardo’s buckle behind him. His own clothes are unmoved, save for where his t-shirt and hoodie have ridden up, caused by the slight jolts of Eduardo’s hips minutes before.

Eduardo’s fingers are cold when they return to his back, but he lets a little sigh loose, grateful for the contact. He’s been getting hard – well, maybe not all day, but for more than it than he cares to remember. He knows they don’t have normal sex; normal sex is spontaneous, emotional, and they have sex by appointment.

Normal sex is certainly not arranged by Facebook invitation. He’s sure Eduardo gets great pleasure out of the irony in that somewhere, but all he can figure is the joke’s on him.

Eduardo starts to talk, and Mark tunes out everything except the noise. Talking dirty is Eduardo’s kink, not his, and although he’s happy to oblige, it doesn’t mean he has to play along. Eduardo knows this. They have an unspoken agreement. In Mark’s opinion, far too much keeps going on unsaid.

He’s being more vicious than usual tonight; he’s using his nails to score little tic-tac-toe boards across the base of his spine. With each drag of his finger he works Mark’s pants down further, and Mark bucks his hips so far they smack the window, his whole body tingling with anticipation. He wishes he initiated these stupid meetings; it’s been far too fucking long.

“Thought you’d like that,” Eduardo breathes. “It hurts, don’t it? You can feel that.” Mark can hear the quiver in his voice, and feel the hand digging around the pockets of his slacks for lube; his shoulders slump in relief. His arms are already going numb from being held above his head, and his whole body screams for proper, satiated sleep, but he knows it won’t be much longer now. Eduardo has taken it slow a couple times, held his forefinger and thumb around the base of Mark’s cock, stopped him coming for minutes which felt like days, months, years – but it’s not one of those nights. Mark can tell. He reads Eduardo with greater perspicacity than Eduardo would like, if he knew.

Mark sighs with relief as Eduardo works his pants down over his hips, and lets them drop around his knees. “Spread ‘em”, Eduardo mutters, but Mark’s already on it, wiggling his feet apart across the thick-pile carpet; this is met by some of the choicer words in Eduardo’s dirty vocabulary, which Mark chooses to ignore. Eduardo pushes two fingers inside, and Mark lets out a hysterical moan on a wheeze of breath; too long, it’s been too long, and by karma or fate or some sort of psychic power Eduardo mumbles “fuck, it’s been too long,” even as he thinks it. It’s almost enough to make Mark laugh.

FILL: I Never Did Anything Out of the Blue [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 01:25 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: I Never Did Anything Out of the Blue [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 01:51 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: I Never Did Anything Out of the Blue [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 01:37 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: I Never Did Anything Out of the Blue [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-26 04:58 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: I Never Did Anything Out of the Blue [2/2] - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 01:38 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - oxymoronic, 2011-03-27 02:16 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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[RPF] Jesse/Other or Mark/Other

(Anonymous)
I just want to see Mark/Jesse in drag, preferably against his will (maybe truth or dare or he lost a bet). Any pairings or none are fine, it would be up to the author.