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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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GENERAL RULES;

IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♥ be respectful.
♥ both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
♥ 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...)
♥ no pairing bashing, OK? no need to wank over ships.
♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
♥ please try to refrain from saying 'seconded!' as much as possible.
♥ on RPF: Please disclaim that it is RPF, a work of fiction and in no way related to the actual actors/persons/etc. (i wouldn't even try and discourage RPF from this meme ;))
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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.
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Gen or Mark/Eduardo (Crazy!Mark, Imaginary!Eduardo)

The Social Network meets A Beautiful Mind. AKA, the one where Mark is a mentally ill genius and Eduardo was never really real.

IDEK. I've been listening to NIN like all week after watching the movie again last week, and by like the 5th time listening to Only and the lyrics "I just made you up to hurt myself" I was convinced I needed this. Um...weird prompt is weird.

[Fill] Reach Me (1/?) Re: Gen or Mark/Eduardo (Crazy!Mark, Imaginary!Eduardo)

Nice prompt, ashenblack.

I actually got inspired by it, but um....um... I've never wrote a WIP before. I've always stuck to one/two-shots. I can't promise anything. I mean wrote a part of it, but I have no idea where it's gonna take me?

I thought I would post what I have anyway. I hope I didn't disappoint you, OP and everyone else.
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If you aren’t real, and you aren’t really mine, than why do I feel like you are real? It does not make much sense [to me]. I feel you next to me now and it’s fucking real, okay? Your hair is still ridiculously coiffed, and your large brown eyes are so warm and inviting, expressive like I can read every facial gesture that you make. How many times have I stared wonderingly at your pink mouth? Burning with desire so strong that it freaked me out because I should not even look at you like this, ever. I know you so well. Whenever you are near, the same feeling of a soothing presence, a hand placed gently on my shoulder, your soft smile lighting up your entire face--

He can’t breathe. His throat has closed up on their own accord. His chest is tight and unyielding like there is a towel squeezing water out. Only there is no water being drained, it is his life being bled dry bit by bit. He hurt from what may be the true reality of it? Yet something inside is desperate, clinging on to his very last shred of truth. His body is rocking back and forth in a fetal position. Shaky hands are haphazardly running through his head full of light curls and alternatively moving their position to his face, covering his eyes, shutting his vision, fingers touching his forehead, trying to find escape. Everything that he knows is real. God damn it, Eduardo Saverin exists. Mark could tell you how he was originally from Sao Paulo, Brazil and when he was 14, Eduardo’s family decided to move to Miami, Florida. Eduardo’s family is wealthy and rumors of his family’s connections are that they are somehow connected to the mob. Eduardo told him this once when they had just started their friendship, when it had been new to the both of them. Neither really knew how it grew to so much more. He needed…he need Wardo at the moment, but where was he?

“Mark. Mark?” A voice called out. Mark can barely make out that they are saying his own name. The ominous voice continues to say, “Mark?!” prodding for a response from Mark, with arms that are moving him lightly on his shoulder. Mark vaguely registers the voice. His head is so foggy. He’s not sure from what. He doesn’t feel right. Everything is so far away. He’s not conscious enough for this and helplessly joins the blackness that familiarly welcomes him.

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
FISTING.

i'd perfer mark actually fisting eduardo, fascinated by what's happened but i will also take eduardo fisting eduardo. just bring it ~on

Fill 1/2

(Anonymous)
He really didn't believe it was happening at first, thought he was losing his mind or maybe just dreaming, but after enough time passes and he's pinched himself a couple hundred times, he starts to accept that this must be real life. And then, well, there's just some things that no one else would know about him, could possibly know, because he's never told anyone. Like, aside from Mark, he doesn't think anyone would have ever figured out how he feels about Mark, and Mark, of course--

"...never had a clue," older!Eduardo finished.

And it, it's him, it must be him. There's no other explanation. Older!Eduardo is a bit heavier, a little gray around the temples, and he's got this peace in his eyes, this happiness and wisdom that Eduardo envies.

Eduardo tries asking how older!Eduardo got there, of course, but he doesn't get much of anything any of the times he asks, except for the one moment when he swears older!Eduardo muttered something under his breath about Mark, but it sounds fond so Eduardo must have imagined it.

Older!Eduardo will answer some of his questions, though. He won't tell him anything about the markets, or Eduardo's financial future. He does say Eduardo should dissuade his parents from taking any trips abroad in the summer of 2016, but won't say any more, which gives Eduardo goose bumps. The one subject he is most open about is, to Eduardo's embarrassment, his future sex life.

But, all right, it's probably useful to just know right now the kinds of things he's into. And all sorts of people have thought about whether they'd have sex with their clones if they met them, right? So it's totally not that weird that Eduardo is letting his future self (which is kind of like a clone?) initiate him into fisting.

"Just relax," older!Eduardo says in a soft voice, but it's a little hard for Eduardo to relax when his future time-traveling self has him on hands and knees with three fingers up his ass. They'd gone shopping a couple of weeks ago, to pick up supplies they'd need, older!Eduardo had said, and Eduardo's face had felt really red when they were going through the check-out line with the enema bag and rubber gloves and lube (so much lube), but he had to admit, he felt turned on, too, and kind of weirdly safe and cared for, which. With Mark, it had always been... He had always been the one taking care of Mark, or he tried to, anyway, but Mark didn't even notice, didn't want to be taken care of.

It really does feel kind of nice, having someone take care of him for a change.

And older!Eduardo is him, and really, Eduardo can't help feeling totally at ease with anything he's got in mind for him. So far, it's gone really well. They've been working up to this slowly, starting out with just a few fingers, and some small plugs older!Eduardo got him from another shop downtime. He had never even considered enemas as a sexual practice before, but the first time older!Eduardo gave him three of them in succession, Eduardo felt a little uncomfortable and started cramping at a few points, but older!Eduardo just told him what a good boy he was and stroked his belly and told him to keep holding it, and that. Wow. Yes.

Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2011-04-05 07:18 am (UTC)(Expand)
P.S. - (Anonymous), 2011-04-05 07:22 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: P.S. - (Anonymous), 2011-04-05 12:44 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: P.S. - (Anonymous), 2011-04-06 05:38 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: P.S. - casey_sms, 2011-04-07 06:49 am (UTC)(Expand)

Jesse/Andrew with magic and asylums

(Anonymous)
Everything around Jesse responds to his moods, his touch, even his voice. He doesn't meant to, but this scares his parents, so he's been shut away in an insane asylum since he was young "for his own protection." Jesse is kept heavily drugged to stifle his powers as much as possible without killing him. And then Andrew comes to intern at the asylum.

fill: sighs in my sleep 1/?

(Anonymous)
Ahhh, my first fill and this is the one I choose! I know nothing about how asylums actually work; everything has been cobbled together from what I've seen in tv and movies. Title comes from Florence + the Machine's "I'm Not Calling You A Liar." I'm really just going on instinct with this one. Hopefully this is something like what you wanted, OP!

Once when Jesse was little, he dropped a glass of milk. The glass shattered when it hit the floor, milk splashing over his shoes and the floor, and Jesse cried, startled and scared. His mom turned from the refrigerator where she was putting the milk away and shushed Jesse, lifting him out of the mess and into her arms, but instead of humming to calm him down, she started to cry, too. They sat in the kitchen sobbing until Jesse’s dad got home and Jesse fell asleep, exhausted.

The next day, Jesse smiled at his mom working in the garden and flowers bloomed. He touched a door while angry and it blackened around his fingertips. He went to his first day of school feeling scared and his class spent the day silent and quiet, some kids crying and others begging to go home.

So Jesse doesn’t blame his parents for sending him to the first asylum or for moving him when he lost control of his powers. He doesn’t blame them for anything, despite what his afternoon therapist may imply Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays when Jesse sees her. He may even be grateful, he thinks one session, glad that he’s not in the world where he could hurt someone on accident. He has a hard time remembering what grateful feels like, though, so he’s not sure.

x

In the asylums, time flows disjointedly for Jesse, depending on his medication. His earlier years are nothing but a blur with sharp impressions of fear, loneliness, and understanding.

(His earlier years were spent so heavily drugged he could hardly move. There was no transition from normal to empty, no chance to control his emotions, and he can remember waking up one day and grinning at a cat outside before a needle slid into his arm.

His parents moved him to a different asylum after they visited one weekend.)

Now, though, he can remember what happened last week and why he’s sitting outside. He can make it through the day comfortably numb until it’s time to take his meds. Jesse doesn’t cause arguments, plant growth, or a change in the atmosphere of a room, and he’s glad, when he gets the opportunity to be.

x

Sometimes, if Jesse doesn’t take his meds quickly enough, he can feel his powers building up again, reaching out to affect the workers and plants and other patients. Jesse worries about stifling his emotions before his neurosis can hurt someone, before something happens and his parents move him to another asylum.

It nags at his thoughts during art hour when he tries to forget how the colors used to be so vibrant when he smiled and through his wait in line for his medication, making him twitch and attract stares from his peers. Staring at his shoes, willing the panic down, he almost misses the hand holding the Dixie cup with his pills in it. Jesse reaches out to take it, ready to be numb and unconcerned for a while, but the hand pulls back at the last moment, saying, “Hold on a sec, yeah?”

Jesse swallows, eyes darting up. Molly is not behind the counter, or well, she is, but she is not the one squinting at his pills. Instead it’s a scrawny looking boy with ridiculous hair and a British accent. The nametag on his chest says ‘Andrew.’

“This is right, Molly, yeah?” Andrew asks, turning to show her the contents of the cup. She grunts an affirmative and Andrew grins at Jesse apologetically, offering him the cup again. “It’s my first day, is all,” Andrew says as Jesse dry swallows the pills, hands clenching before he thinks to relax them, “Don’t want to kill you on accident.”

“Uh- yeah,” Jesse says, then shuffles off to his required group therapy session. There’s a half hour during therapy before the meds kick in, where Jesse fidgets, worrying about his powers and distracting himself by wondering about Andrew, and then Jesse slows, emotions slipping back inside him to hide.

He doesn’t miss that the colors seem less gray and the people less tense than they were five minutes ago.

OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-21 04:40 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-21 04:43 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 1/? - ymorton, 2011-03-21 05:14 am (UTC)(Expand)
fill: sighs in my sleep 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-21 08:52 pm (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-21 11:21 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-22 08:45 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 2/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-22 05:21 pm (UTC)(Expand)
fill: sighs in my sleep 3a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 01:12 am (UTC)(Expand)
fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 01:13 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 01:19 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 03:19 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 05:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 05:12 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-01 11:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - morgaine22, 2011-04-09 04:27 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - akalillyn, 2011-04-23 05:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: fill: sighs in my sleep 3b/? - zoetrope13, 2011-04-30 05:03 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Mark - MPREG

(Anonymous)
Set in a future where Mark and Eduardo both apologized and eventually fell back in love with each other. A year after getting back together Eduardo finds out he's preggers and is surprised when Mark is actually pleased.

However while Mark had planned for the morning sickness and the cravings, what he forgot about were the mood swings. Mark is thrown for a loop when Eduardo becomes more and more emotional, because Mark already clueless when it came to emotional people.

Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 1/?

(Anonymous)
Um I don't know if this is what you want, but I wrote this out between studying. If you like it I'll continue or someone else can :)

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Fill 1/?

It’s moments like these that Red Bull just doesn’t do it. Mark needs beer, a lot of it, so that he’s so drunk he can’t even code. But when he went to reach for a beer Eduardo had snapped, telling him Mark if he wanted to keep his dick, he might want to put that back, asshole.

The Red Bull is so not enough right now.

They’re sitting on the floor of Mark’s bathroom, cross-legged, facing one another. Mark drains the rest of his can and considers going for another one but Eduardo is staring him down and Mark knows better by now. There is a strange kind of awkward tension that could almost be a throw back to the early days of their reconnection, when they were sure that they were almost over it all, but there was still that linger presence between them.

Mark is twitching, but he isn’t prepared to move, not while Eduardo is so tense, back straight, prickled with anticipation. Finally it gets to Eduardo first. He springs up, startling Mark. “My back hurts,” He announces and leaves the room for the adjoining bedroom.

Through the open door Mark can hear Eduardo fussing around, moving things, opening his laptop, trying to find something that will take his mind off of the ticking time bomb laid out innocently beside the sink. Mark gets up, checks his phone that the timer is still going (2 minutes) and follows Eduardo. He’s laid out on their bed, propped up by a mountain of pillows, as he attempts to read. He keeps shifting around though, looking uncomfortable, and Mark grabs his laptop and sits by Eduardo’s feet.

Eduardo’s bare toe nudges Mark’s knee. “How much longer?” Mark looks up and Eduardo is biting his lip and it so isn’t fair.

“Like a minute.” The timer goes off, a shrill sound that echoes off the tiles.

Neither move. They just breathe together while the alarm keeps going, waiting to be silenced. “Oh my God,” Eduardo mutters finally and jumps off the bed, stalking into the bathroom with the air of a Gladiator preparing for battle.

Mark admires the view for a moment before he follows, slower, more cautious, and allowing for Eduardo to have his reaction first. When Mark makes it into the bathroom Eduardo already has the white, plastic stick in his hands, delicately held between his fingertips, with a little crease between his eyebrows.

Mark hovers and tries to think of encouraging things to say. This sort of situation is where Eduardo would know what to say and Mark would continue to hover by his elbow and observe like it’s some sort of science experiment, because people generally are to Mark, just strange.

Eduardo waves the stick around and Mark thinks it may drop. “It’s positive,” Eduardo says a weird catch to his voice.

Mark nods and says, “You should move in,” and Eduardo, to Mark’s complete bewilderment, starts sobbing.

Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 02:04 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 1/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 06:18 pm (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-27 06:34 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Fill 2.a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-28 08:22 am (UTC)(Expand)
Fill 2.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-28 08:23 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2.b/? - ezboard_1, 2011-03-28 09:16 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:30 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP - (Anonymous), 2011-03-29 08:16 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: OP - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:31 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-29 05:15 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:33 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Fill 2.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-03-31 10:52 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:35 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:34 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2.b/? - russianaquarius, 2011-04-02 08:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
Fill 3.a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:28 am (UTC)(Expand)
Fill 3.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:29 am (UTC)(Expand)
Fill 3.c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 08:29 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 3.c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-02 03:41 pm (UTC)(Expand)
OP! - (Anonymous), 2011-04-03 12:18 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 4.a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-13 03:28 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-13 03:29 am (UTC)(Expand)
OP! - (Anonymous), 2011-04-13 04:25 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: OP! - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - michmush, 2011-04-13 04:48 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:26 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-16 05:33 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:26 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:27 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - xbeax, 2011-04-19 04:23 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG 4.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 5.a/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:21 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 5.b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:23 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 5.c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 01:24 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 5.c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-29 04:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 5.c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-09 07:42 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Mark - MPREG Fill 5.c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-09 08:06 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Mark/Eduardo

(Anonymous)
Guys like cute stuff, do not feel a need to hide it thanks to anonymity of internet, details at 11.


Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
Mark gets Wardo to wear a cockring.

Fill 1/2

(Anonymous)
this isn't entirely what i meant to write and it's shorter than i intended, but hopefully someone likes it! also, it's my first time posting something on here, so. wish me luck.

It's a trust thing, when it comes down to it. Well, there's the fact that it's really fucking hot and turns them both on beyond belief, but basically, it's a trust thing. Mark needed to prove himself trustworthy and Eduardo needed to prove he could trust. Which is why Eduardo's tied to the bedposts, his cock an angry shade of red, glinting metal ring at the base holding him on the edge of orgasm.

It's been hours and Mark hasn't let him come. He's on the verge of crazy, so fucking desperate that Mark almost wants to give in. Almost. He won't, though, because Eduardo would hate him for it. This is what Eduardo craves - to be used, hurt, tormented, held on the edge until he can't take it. And Mark likes doing it to him.

So yeah, it's a trust thing, but they're also just really kinky.

Mark's taking a break to do some coding, partly because he likes the idea of leaving Eduardo helpless while he goes about his day, but also because it's important to keep things paced. Important not to go overboard.

"Mark," Eduardo mumbles. Mark glances up from the screen and a jolt of arousal shoots through his stomach at the sight. Eduardo's wrists are strapped to the bedposts with white silk scarves, his legs spread wide, his cock straining toward the ceiling, his head lolling back against the headboard. He looks delicious and destroyed.

Mark crawls up Eduardo's body, his arms on either side of his boyfriend's head. He drags his jeanclad crotch across Eduardo's aching erection, drawing a broken moan from the other man. Mark licks his lips and leans in to whisper in Eduardo's ear.

"You wanna come, baby?" Mark nips Eduardo's earlobe. "You want me to let you come?" He nips again, harder this time, and Eduardo shudders. "Or would you rather do something else?" Eduardo hums in the back of his throat, nodding. "Tell me what you want, then."

Eduardo swallows and whispers in his ear, bringing a grin to Mark's lips. "We can do that," he replies, reaching up to untie Eduardo's hands. He pulls away and helps Eduardo turn around, tying his hands back up once he's facing the wall. Mark runs his hands down Eduardo's back, relishing the warmth of his tanned skin, until he reaches Eduardo's ass. "You ready?" he asks and Eduardo nods, resting his forehead against the wall.

Mark draws his hand back and lands it with a smack against Eduardo's ass, leaving it slightly red.

"Count," Mark orders.

"One," Eduardo whispers, his voice rough.

"Good boy," Mark replies, kissing Eduardo between the shoulder blades before bringing his hand down again.

"Two."

The smacks echo throughout the room, Eduardo's ass slowly turning from a light pink to a persistent red. Mark's impossibly hard in his jeans and he knows that Eduardo must be a inch away from insane. He brings his hand down again.

"Seventeen," Eduardo chokes out, his forehead still pressed to the wall.

"You doing okay, baby?" Mark asks, pausing for a moment to rub his hands across Eduardo's red cheeks, dragging a knuckle between them, pushing a little into his opening. Eduardo gasps and pushes back against his hand, but Mark pulls it away. "Later," he says and Eduardo nods.

"More?" he asks, tilting his ass up, and Mark knows what he means.

He grins and leans in to bite Eduardo's earlobe again. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?" he hisses and Eduardo moans at his words, nodding.

"Just for you," he whispers.

"Mine," Mark affirms, bringing his hand down again.

Eduardo buckles a little. "Eighteen," he gasps, turning to look over his shoulder at Mark. There are tears in his eyes and normally that would make Mark stop, but there's a desperation there too.

Re: Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2011-05-24 12:51 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2011-05-24 12:57 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2/2 - xbriyeon, 2011-05-31 12:57 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2011-06-03 06:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill 2/2 - (Anonymous), 2011-06-08 06:56 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
Halloween/other random party. Mark goes as a Roman Caesar, with his tunic, his sandals (ancient flip-flops as he sees it), laurel wreath and all. Eduardo kind of wants to rip that tunic off.

Bonus points for Mark saying things in latin.

(It might be because I'm a big slut for ancient languages and all, but the Winklevi crack in the movie is one of my favourite things, so perfectly IC. Aaron Fincher rocks everybody's socks.)

(Anonymous)
[RPF] Andrew/Jesse

Jesse says that his first kiss was at 19 on-screen with Jennifer Beals, who commented that he was a "good actor." But how about instead of her, Jesse shared his first kiss with Andrew, who rather liked his lack of experience and wouldn't at all mind giving pointers. Fluff, pining, and making out, please. <3

FILL: Practice Makes Perfect (1/2)

(Anonymous)
They're in Andrew's trailer running lines when they get to the part with the kiss. Jesse bites his bottom lip and his previously smooth flowing dialogue stalls. Andrew looks up from his script and raises an eyebrow.

"Jess? What's wrong?"

And he doesn't have to tell him, he could just fake it, because when he'd read the script and seen the kiss part he'd thought he could do that. No big deal. It's not even a real kiss, it's just a movie. But then he'd met Andrew and Andrew was Andrew. All smiles and hugs and sweet words, this was going to be the first person he kissed. Whenever he thought about shooting this scene he felt like he was going to have a panic attack and had to call his therapist.

"I'm just a bit nervous about this part." His lip was practically chewed raw at this point.

Andrew just smiles and tosses his script on the nearby table, stretches, his shirt riding up on his belly and making Jesse blush. "Yeah, screen kisses are always awkward. The director telling you how to move, all the crew there. But I'll be there, it'll be okay. Jess? What the hell is wrong, babe?"

God, and the pet names. The pet names were driving him crazy.

Jesse shakes his head and clears his throat. "It's not the filming, it's just." He takes a deep breath and says it. "I've never kissed anyone."

Andrew nods. "In a film?"

Christ, why does he have to make this so hard?"

Jesse tightens his hold on his script, his thumbs sweating against the paper and obscuring a few words. "No. Like, in life."

Andrew's eyes widen, and his mouth opens slightly in shock, and that's not helping at all. But he just makes a noise, and grins. "Never?"

Jesse shakes his head again.

"Oh my God, Jess! I had no idea. Shit, no wonder you get so weird whenever we rehearse this part. Wow."

Jesse wants to hide inside his hoodie and never come out again. "Yeah, I know. I'm a bit of a loser."

Andrew's head turns quickly towards him. "What? No! I just, I can't believe you, um, just." His cheeks turn a bit pink and he just shakes his head. "You're not a loser at all, Jesse, that's what makes this so unbelievable."

Jesse pulls down his sleeves over his hands and tries to burrow further away from Andrew on the couch. "I uh, I don't know what to do. With these." He gestures towards his face and Andrew erupts in a fit of giggles.

"With those? Oh God, Jesse. You are fantastic." Once he calms down he looks at him a bit more seriously. "We should really practice, I think. Rehearse it, I mean. I think it's important to get it right, um, don't you think?"

Jesse nods, quickly, avoiding Andrew's eye. "Do you, um, now?" His heart is racing inside his chest like it's about to pop out at any moment and hit Andrew in the face.

"I. Um." Andrew pauses for a moment, looking around like he's forgotten something, before he scoots further to Jesse on the couch and looks at his mouth. "Yeah."

"Okay."

FILL: Practice Makes Perfect (2/2) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-18 11:43 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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OT4

(Anonymous)
I know fic usually has Mark, Dustin, and Chris as best buddies with Eduardo occasionally thrown in.

What if they weren't? What if the only reason the four do not engage in public Winklevii-like smack-talking because they're all shareholders and fear for their billions and millions?

A happy ending for that kind of angst would be great though.

Cameron, Divya, Eduardo, Mark, Tyler

(Anonymous)
Bukake - they all paint Mark's face for revenge.

[GEN] Mark or Mark/Eduardo

(Anonymous)
I want Mark getting raped or otherwise severely getting the shit beaten out of him, egregiously injured, etc. (I'm a fucking terrible person, I know.) With Chris/Dustin/Eduardo (maybe? depending on when you set it) helping him get it together afterward. NO magical healing sex, please. -____-

(Short) FILL: When the Spirit Catches You

Mark has been banging on Kirkland's door for the last twenty minutes when someone finally opens it.

"Dude, what the hell..."the guys trails off. "Hey, man, are you okay? Do you - hey, come in. I think you need to call an ambulance."

And suddenly Mark is acutely aware of what he must look like. He can feel the itch of dried blood on his face, and the wet trickle of fresh blood sliding towards his mouth. There's grass and dirt in his hair and probably on his face and clothes. He knows his lip is split and his left eye is almost swollen shut. His jaw hurts and his mouth keeps filling up with blood.

"No, it's fine," he tells the guy. "I just need to go to my room. I lost my key. Sorry I woke you; I lost my phone, too."

"Oh, man. No, you really need to get checked out," the guy says.

Mark wishes he wasn't being so insistent. It's obnoxious. Mark just wants to get back to the room and sleep. He just needs sleep.

"No," Mark says flatly and pushes past the guy and heads toward the suite.

He has to pound on the door when he gets there, too. He's lost everything, including a flip flop.

He can hear Dustin's raucous laughter and what sounds like Chris cursing at him and possibly trying to smother him with a pillow. Again.

He hears Wardo laughing helplessly.

He bangs harder.

"What the hell?" he hears as Dustin, apparently, makes his way to the door.

The door is thrown open to a grinning Dustin whose grin slowly fades as face turns a sickly shade of white and his eyes widen in what looks vaguely like fear.

"Mark? What the hell happened?" He's never heard Dustin sound like that and he finds it mildly disconcerting.

"Nothing," Mark hears himself reply distantly. "Let me in. I want to sleep."

"Mark!" Dustin says frantically. "Wardo, Chris!" Dustin flails in their general direction.

"Wha- oh my God, Mark! What the hell happened?" Chris demands.

Wardo's the one who tries to touch him. Of course.

He's reaching out a hand to put on Mark's shoulder, mouth open with Mark's name on his lips, and Mark can't help it. He jerks backwards violently.

Wardo's eyes widen, and Mark sees him swallow hard.

"Chris…" Wardo is looking at Chris now and Chris is nodding his head, eyes wide and troubled.

"Here, Mark, come on," says Dustin, appearing from nowhere and holding out a pair of flip flops.

"I don't need shoes to sleep," Mark says dully.

"Mark," Wardo frowns, "you need to go to a hospital."

"I'm not going to a hospital," Mark snaps stubbornly. "I'm going to bed."

"You can go to bed when we get back from the hospital," Chris says reassuringly. "Just let us take you to get checked out."

"Yeah, c'mon, Mark. What if your fingers are broken? Then you couldn't code. Think about that. I don't think you want to deal with the withdrawal. We'll just make sure. Otherwise, we'll have to take the laptop away just in case." Dustin says with forced cheerfulness.

Mark's so busy trying to become invisible so he can get away from them that he doesn't notice Wardo wrapping his jacket around Mark's shoulders.

"Let's go, Mark," he says softly, gently steering Mark by the elbow. "You can sleep later, I promise."

Mark's so tired.

He allows himself to be led and Dustin and Chris file out silently behind them.

Edited at 2011-03-19 03:38 am (UTC)

Re: (Short) FILL: When the Spirit Catches You - (Anonymous), 2011-03-19 04:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Eduardo and Deaged!Mark

Eduardo+Mark; Deaged Mark

Post-depositions, Mark is deaged to about seven or eight, and entrusted into Eduardo's care for whichever reason. And it turns out Mark's childhood was utterly miserable.

Little!Mark is very lonely, because other children really don't get along with him, and it becomes evident that there's a lot of really vicious bullying going on, and he doesn't get enough attention from his parents. (They fight a lot, and they figure Mark can take care of himself because he's so smart, even though he's really not very good at being self-sufficient, even into adulthood.)

And, basically, Mark's a weird kid--his social skills are basically nonexistent (much worse than they are when he's grown because at seven/eight he hasn't had much time to learn the gist of proper social behavior by rote), and he doesn't seem to like talking to people because he figures they're not worth his time--basically, even little!Mark is a guarded creature with little understanding about how other people work but an honest craving for companionship.

Eduardo can't help but find himself wanting to help little!Mark, because that's the kind of person he is and he relates to having a bad childhood (daddy issues!). And along the way he starts understanding older!Mark better.

(Lets say child!Mark sticks around for a few months, okay? Enough for Eduardo to really get to know him.)

(Bonus if little!Mark, despite being largely unemotional, does have short bursts where he's very weepy and highly emotional. Maybe he has some strong anxiety issues that he managed to hide when he was older?)

TL;DR: Mark is deaged, and it quickly becomes apparent that he had a really awful childhood.

Also, this is a ridiculously long, specific prompt, and I am sorry for the ridiculousness. But if somebody fill it I will love them forever. Just so you know.

Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
In which Mark is surprisingly tactile with Eduardo.

FILLED!

HERE! I'm not sure if I really got what you wanted with the prompt, but I tried!

Re: FILLED! - (Anonymous), 2011-03-19 11:04 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Mark, caught by the parents

(Anonymous)
Harvard-era or Post-lawsuit era. Mark and Eduardo are happily together and stumble back to their dorm/apartment tipsy and going grossly overboard with making out and groping in public. Endearments and dirty things are whispered. All this happens and they're desperate to get into their room so they can have a weekend long sex marathon.

Turns out Mark or Eduardo's (or both? lol) mother/father/both were visiting this weekend and is already in the apartment/dorm waiting for them. Awkwardness ensues because Mark and Eduardo haven't told anyone about their relationship. Happy, fluffy ending!

Andrew/Jesse

(Anonymous)
Andrew loves focusing one just one part of Jesse's body at a time (ie. biting his nipples, dipping his tongue into Jesse's navel, rimming, etc) and making him come without even touching his cock.