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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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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 ;))


♥ 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)
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♥ 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.






have fun!

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


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.

i know i'm lost -- 19a/?

(I’ve made it to the middle of the tunnel. PS LOOK FOR A SURPRISE APPEARANCE BY EVERYONE’S FAVORITE IN THE NEAR FUTURE. Soulmate anon, think JP. )

About halfway through the episode Eduardo disentangled himself from Mark, who had been having a good enough time touching Eduardo and watching one of the only TV shows he enjoyed, to begin to pick up the clothes from the floor.

“Mark, get under the covers.”

“Why?” Mark groaned, shaking his hips invitingly in the air. “I’m wasting away in front of you. I get older every minute, and there you go, folding my pants?” His voice raised as well, like he was asking a question instead of stating a fact. Eduardo blushed as he continued to fold Mark’s pants.
“There is a person from the hotel coming up here to give us food and you didn’t have any underwear on to begin with so you can stay under the covers watching TV while I put mine back on and get the food. Besides, it looks like we attacked each other in here.”

“Are you embarrassed or something?” Mark teased, but then the little voice in the back of his head thought – maybe he is. Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen in the real world with scrawny, awkward Mark. Nerdy Mark who rarely went a day without checking computer. Who didn’t need to study often because his mind just worked like that. And he had just given Eduardo head. Maybe Eduardo would open the door and it would be like that episode of his favorite television show Miranda when that guy from Skins was the bellboy or whatever and brought her food to her room except Eduardo would –

“I’m not embarrassed. I just haven’t had my wicked way with you yet, and I don’t want anyone else to see you like this.” Eduardo voice had gone from stressed to quiet, so only Mark could hear him and it made Mark’s brain shut off for a second, watching Eduardo fold his hoodie and put it on the floor in a pile he had started.

Then someone knocked on the door, and Mark slid under the covers as Eduardo shouted “Coming!” and reached for his underwear, which were in a pile next to Mark’s, on top. Mark snickered at the innuendo, and Eduardo blushed and flipped him the bird and Mark laughed again, this time from his belly, not forced or a reaction from his conscious telling him to laugh, a knee-jerk reaction that made his stomach hurt if he did it for too long.

Eduardo pulled his pants on and Mark sighed both adoringly and wistfully as Eduardo bent down and pulled on his boxers, his ass now covered to Mark and whoever was at the door. He was sad about the first part, sad about the second part. But as Eduardo greeted the girl, whose smile did not falter when she glanced quickly at Eduardo in boxers, then flicked to Mark, who must have looked debauched, then back to Eduardo. They exchanged pleasantries, then she wheeled the cart in and left as quickly as was polite.

Eduardo turned around to find Mark with a shit-eating grin on his face.


“Nothing. I’m hungry.” He motioned at the food with his eyebrows, a silent question.

“Mark, you are not eating in bed.”

“I don’t plan to. Bring the food over here.” Eduardo rolled his eyes and meandered over towards Mark, pulling the cart behind him. As he climbed onto the bed, Mark scooted over so that Eduardo was next to the cart, slightly sprawled because of the rebound bounce. “Lay down.” Eduardo obeyed, pushing himself onto his elbows. “You should prop yourself on the pillows and the wall.” Eduardo followed instructions well, his shoulders resting against the wall, his head pressed back against the wall.
Mark then slid himself onto Eduardo’s hips, sitting flat on him and reaching for the tray. “This is the best table ever. Have you ever been to Chez Eduardo before, Eduardo? The tables are my favorite part.”

As Mark leaned over to open the tray, Eduardo giggled. He never knew Mark to be this … goofy. Open was probably a better term, but he felt like Mark was goofy, and that’s how it would stay.

i know i'm lost -- 19b/?

“So, what did you order for dinner, Wardo?” Mark said, scanning the tray. “A hamburger – I’ll assume that’s for me – a salad – which seriously Wardo? You are already as skinny as I am – and some fries, which I assume is for us to share.” Mark picked up the salad first, thrusting it at Eduardo, who took it with a laugh. Mark then handed him the silverware, which Eduardo put beside him. Mark then resumed with his placing of things. He picked up one of the little cups of ketchup and put it in Eduardo’s bellybutton. “See, here they are so considerate. They gave me a little cubby hole for my ketchup and everything.” With that, Mark picked up a napkin and tore a hole in it with his nail, placing it around Eduardo’s ketchup holder. Then he picked up his burger and started to eat over Eduardo’s stomach, like it was the best plate he’d ever had.
Eduardo tucked in as well, seriously ravenous from whatever the hell Mark had just pulled. It was like the romance novels he and Chris had hoarded under their desks in the eighth grade during English when the subs weren’t watching. Their teacher had a baby midway through the year, so they placated their subs by doing homework and generally avoiding making a ruckus. Those romance books had seemed so cheesy to Eduardo at the time, about someone who’ll fill in every gap, someone you didn’t know you needed until you met, but now it kind of made sense. And Mark had always been there, just like in that Nora Roberts series Eduardo had devoured over the summer, about those girls that owned that wedding business finding love right in front of them. Like Emma, he’d found love that had been with him for a long time.

Eduardo finished his salad minutes after Mark had finished his burger and had moved on to the fries, spreading them out on Eduardo’s stomach and eating them slowly, one by one.

“Do you like ketchup?” came from his hip area, and Eduardo looked up from where he’d been staring, somewhere around his belly button, to find Mark, fry in one hand, little ketchup bowl in another.

“Yeah.” With that, Mark dipped the fry into the bowl and then slowly offered it to Eduardo, who complied by opening his mouth and taking it with his teeth. The next one Mark ate. Then another one was fed slowly to Eduardo. They made it through the whole pile, each one getting Eduardo a little more turned on as Mark licked ketchup and salt off his fingers when it got to be too much. It was awful. “So, how are we going to proceed?”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Well I don’t think burger mouth is necessarily sexy, so I was going to have a tic-tac or something before we got down to business.” And that is so not what Eduardo meant but it was cute that Mark didn’t want to have awful breath when he kissed Eduardo. With that, Mark slid off Eduardo and padded over to the suitcase, reaching in a pocket to get a mint and popped it, like it was vitamin or something .Then he padded back over to Eduardo, sliding back on top of him and kissed him. Hard.
Eduardo opened up immediately, his tongue meeting Mark’s as Mark slid a sliver of tic-tac in Eduardo’s mouth and Eduardo swallows it, and with that Mark’s tongue greets his tonsils with familiarity and Eduardo keens up into Mark.

Then Eduardo remembered what he had read last night, and he sticks his tongue further into Mark’s mouth, rubbing his tongue over the roof of Mark’s mouth as he rubs his hands down the sides of Mark’s stomach, which causes Mark to moan into his mouth and shiver at the same time, knowing where Eduardo’s hands were headed while he was distracted by his tongue and no, this wasn’t his deflowering, yeah he could feel good but this wasn’t about him.

But before he protest Eduardo pulled his tongue back and a hand came to the back of Mark’s head to hold him close enough so that Mark wouldn’t bolt but far away that Mark wouldn’t be in his mouth. “Mark.” He stretched the name out to three syllables, his accent pronounced. “Mark, fuck me please just fuck me.”

i know i'm lost -- 19c/?

Mark breathes in sharply and Eduardo knows that he’s hit a nerve with Mark – who was obviously the bottom in his and Tyler’s relationship – but before he could explain himself Mark’s hands were everywhere at once, pulling off the napkin and scrunching it up, tossing it at the tray, then pushing the tray further away from the bed, then pushing Mark off the bed so he was standing next to Eduardo. “Don’t go anywhere. Just stay there.” Mark said, and he sped over to the suitcase and pulled at a compartment that Eduardo hadn’t even known was there and out came what looked like lube and a condom.

“I, uh, don’t want you to assume I thought this was going to happen but I was, um, proactive?” Eduardo laughs at Mark, standing naked next to his suitcase, trying to explain to Eduardo why he had stuff to have sex with.
“Mark, just the hell over here.” His r’s were sliding again, and his boxer-briefs were getting unnecessarily tight, and Mark shut up.

Mark slid onto the end of the bed, hands dropping the goods to his sides as he reached for Eduardo’s underwear, which was aided by Eduardo pushing his hips up, then his legs went in the air as Mark whipped off his underwear. “Have you – have you ever –“ Mark started, his voice a low growl.

“Once or twice. I just got embarrassed and stopped. I couldn’t, not by myself.” And Eduardo blushed and Mark laughed, remembering how awkward it was after Tyler had told him to try it by himself one day over Skype and Mark had started to giggle until Tyler got frustrated and signed off. It was difficult to do these things to yourself.

So Mark slid one hand up between Eduardo’s thighs, nudging them apart. The other grabbed the bottle of lube and Mark greased a finger up, dragging it from the base of Eduardo’s dick to his balls then to this tiny little hole, and Mark wants to touch. So he does. He runs the pad of his finger around it, put his other hand on Eduardo’s hip to steady him, and pushed in. Eduardo let out a harried breath.

“Relax, it’s going to be fine.” He could feel Eduardo force himself to pause as Mark probes in, throughout the muscles that he tries to think about as gates, like in Mario Kart, and once he got past every ring he knew he was closer to his goal, which was to get Eduardo to writhe under his touch. Tyler had done it once, the only time they’d had sex without Tyler being slightly drunk or after someone did something to piss Tyler off. It was when Tyler’s family was gone, and he had pressed Mark down to the bed and opened him up slowly and Mark had actually liked that day, Tyler focusing on him like he was an oar or a really good article or something.

So once Mark was met with little resistance, he started to angle his fingers to find the spot that Eduardo probably had never had any experience with. He remembered the anatomy class he’d had, the prostate was near the penis, so Mark angled his fingers that way and suddenly it was as if Eduardo had been struck by lightning. He shook, he moaned, it was as if Mark had hit the spot, and after his moan Mark heard something that had gotten him so seriously hard that he knew he wasn’t going to last long if Eduardo kept doing that.

“Maaarrrkk.” Eduardo enunciated, and Mark hit it again while Eduardo ground down on Mark’s fingers, unable to stop himself. Mark pulled out, and Eduardo whined high in his throat, and Mark put more lube on and tried it again until he reached Eduardo’s prostate, having his boyfriend turn into a pile of uncontrollable lust and mess and his moans of random words and Mark’s name was too fucking hot. Mark went in closer, examining it like a scientist. He pulled out, and breathed in. This was the hardest finger for him, but he knew Eduardo would have to be prepared. He lubed up a third one and by this time he felt hands on his shoulders, gripping him, his dick somewhere near Mark’s hair, as he pressed down as Mark pressed up.

i know i'm lost -- 19d/?

“Is this okay?” Mark asked, and Eduardo groaned, so Mark wasn’t exactly sure.

“Mark, if you don’t use your dick sometime in the near future,” Mark tipped his fingers up towards Eduardo’s prostate and Eduardo growled, something Mark hadn’t heard yet, but was ridiculously sexy, “I will come and still have my virginity like those girls at our school who claim they’re virgins but who get fingered by like everyone. So do it, Jesu Cristo, por favor. Mark.”

With that, Mark knew he was just teasing for the sake of doing so, and it was the end. Mark pulled his fingers out, a groan from Eduardo ensuing it, and he fell back on his heels, taking in Eduardo as he reached for the condom, who looked flustered and beyond ready to just be fucked. Mark ripped open the condom deftly, sliding it on himself almost painfully, because he was so hard and Eduardo’s doing this little moan thing, his hands reaching for Mark, and Mark rubs himself half-cautiously, half-furiously with lube, placing a hand on Eduardo’s hips before he guided himself into Eduardo, very slowly but firmly. Eduardo winced a little, but Mark knew it would get better as it went on. Eventually Mark felt Eduardo relax, and he pushed in as far as he would go.

“I’m going to move now.”

“Well do it then!” Eduardo demanded, and Mark sighed. He pulled out a bit, then pushed back in. Pull, push, pull, push, until Eduardo moaned and Mark knew it was safe to keep moving. He took his hands from Eduardo’s waist and moved them to next to his neck, boxing Eduardo’s head in as he leaned in for a kiss, which Eduardo met him with general ease. Mark’s legs forced Eduardo’s up around Mark’s waist, Mark’s lips dropping from Eduardo’s lips to his chin to his neck, which looks great with the little beads of sweat forming around his Adam’s Apple. Mark licks at it playfully as he thrusted back in and he could feel the vibrations of Eduardo’s voice as he headed more south, towards the collarbone that had tempted his that one time on Skype.

Mark bit down and he went out and in again as Eduardo canted his hips up, dick hitting somewhere near the curve of Mark’s thigh. “Mark, Mark I –“
And Mark remembered what this was about again, and he arched his back up, mouth never leaving Eduardo’s skin as he slid his hand in between them, messily jerking Eduardo off as his hips lost their speed and him mind slowly began to blank. He ran a finger over the head of Eduardo’s straining cock and bam, he felt the heat of Eduardo’s come on his stomach, the roar in Eduardo’s throat, the clenching of muscles and he rammed in one last time before he came as well, his mind sparking out as he said something into Eduardo’s skin, something not lingual but spiritual, something Mark mouthed at his computer when it ran a program just right.

Once Mark had gotten his functioning brain back, he pulled out of Eduardo, who made a little mewl of protest as Mark leaned back to take the condom off, find the trash can and dispose of his … business. However, when Mark flopped back down on the bed to a sleepy Eduardo, he slid his hand into the other man’s. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Yeah, that was great. What dreams are made of.” Eduardo breathed into the hollow of Mark’s neck, which had appeared in front of his face. “Give me a minute and we should shower. I stink.”

Mark grinned and slid back into cuddling with Eduardo, happy that he had done himself proud.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 19d/?

And you were afraid. You did wonderful. :D

Re: i know i'm lost -- 19d/?

is wonderful like EEEEE
or like !
idk i hope you understand.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 19d/?

Um, the first one I think. Like "yeah, how cute and sexy and playful" vs. "..." (stunned silence) and I believe that's a good thing.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 19d/?

Dear anon, you did a great job! And this line: his mind sparking out as he said something into Eduardo’s skin, something not lingual but spiritual, something Mark mouthed at his computer when it ran a program just right? BEAUTIFUL. Seriously.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 19d/?

Even more wonderful then the first bit!