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The Social Network: the kink meme!

It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * (PART THREE (OVERFLOW)


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.

if you're in doubt, please message the mod or leave a comment in the discussion post.



♥ 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 ;))
WARN FOR COMMON TRIGGERS, PLEASE




FORMAT OF PROMPTS;


♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
♥ for crossover prompts: "[Crossover], The Social Network Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" (e.g. [Crossover], Eduardo/Columbus, [Zombieland])
♥ no "!" in pairings, only in descriptions. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark, FacebookCreator!Eduardo, CFO!Mark)
♥ anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Sean/Other)
♥ put [GEN] before GEN prompts.




FILLS;


♥ please don't embed. link to images/videos.
♥ no locked material. this includes communities, even if membership is open.
♥ fills can be posted anonymously or not.
♥ fills can be anything: fic, art, vid, fanmix, podfic, etc.
♥ all prompts are open to fills at all times, even if they have been filled in the past or are being currently filled by someone else. multiple fills are positively encouraged; if something appeals to you then do not be put off creating a new fill by the existence of a prior one.






[ARCHIVING]

[DELICIOUS]

[UNFILLED REQUESTS]

[FILLED REQUESTS]

[FLAT VIEW]


have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D



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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FILL: call to me with words i never knew (34/?)

(Anonymous)
Eduardo's already smiling at him when he turns back, in that soft way that Mark always feels weirdly, in the back of his mind, like he doesn't deserve.

He pulls his knees up loose against his chest and licks his lips.

"Now what," he says, and the words fall flat out of his mouth but his heart is pounding. Eduardo just looks up at the sky, chest rising and falling as he breathes. Mark watches him. The tension in his body feels potent, nervous and excited and anticipatory.

"This is crazy," he murmurs. He turns to Eduardo. "Wardo, isn't this crazy?"

Eduardo rolls his head languidly on his neck to look at Mark, and then he sits up in a long arc.

"Mark," he says, and he catches Mark by the shoulder so that he turns.

"This is allowed to happen, you know?" he says. "I mean, I just, I really like you." He grins to himself, two soft smudges of color rising across his cheeks. "I sound like I'm seventeen," he says. "But…sometimes you just like someone. And then, you know…this happens."

"I know," Mark says, even though he's shaking his head. His mind is filling up with Eduardo's words like lines of code spiraling of their own accord across a screen, blurring together with the beat of a pulse.

"And it's fine," Eduardo says. He nudges a little closer to Mark and Mark feels like this is square one again except all his wild excitement has been replaced by an aching kind of fear, not bad fear but fear that wraps around his heart and makes him desperate to make everything be perfect. He'd never really known that kind of feeling before he met Eduardo.

Eduardo is tucked against Mark now, all warm, easy presence, and he says, "Right?" on a little catch of breath. Mark brings him into focus and Eduardo's got this look on his face, kind of tremulous, expectant, waiting, and Mark realizes that this is one of those moments where Eduardo needs to get something real back from Mark like what he gives.

Mark doesn't know how to show anything. He knows Eduardo knows that, and yet he knows that Eduardo always expects him to be…better than that, too, somehow.

It's so unexpected to be pushed like this. But something about Eduardo makes Mark really want to live up to it.

He decides to blame it on the weed for now. He stands up, ignoring the slight weakness in his knees, and holds out his hand to Eduardo.

"Do you want to go inside?" he asks quietly, and Eduardo smiles, exactly like that was everything he needed to hear. He takes Mark's hand and lets himself be pulled to his feet.

The house is dark and quiet. Mark sets the guitar down in the kitchen and looks around for Eduardo. He's standing in the door to the hallway, and he smiles. Mark's heart is still pounding, and he's still thinking this is crazy this is crazy this is crazy but it's rather more than a little too late to worry about that.

Maybe that's why he follows Eduardo into his room. Or maybe it's because he could never, ever say no to the look on Eduardo's face.

He feels like he's in a trance, padding barefoot across the hall carpet, following Eduardo into the dark bedroom and closing the door behind him. Eduardo sits on the edge of the bed, his face lit low by the moonlight through the slats of the blinds and the glow of the clock radio.

They don't say anything, but even though Mark's head is still spinning slightly, the world trembling on its axis, he feels far from as giggly as they were five minutes ago.

He steps forward and kneels in front of Eduardo and puts his hands on his thighs, and Eduardo curls his fingers behind Mark's neck, one nudging into the space below his ear, solid against the rise of his spine, and he leans down and pulls Mark in and kisses him, just off-center. His skin smells rough and heady with weed and grass and night air, and Mark noses into it, sighing as Eduardo licks slow into his mouth, his other hand at Mark's jaw now, thumbing upward, over his cheek, the papery hollow beneath his eye.