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The Social Network: the kink meme!

It's Complicated: But sexy!

zuckonitkinkeme zuckonitkinkeme wrote in tsn_kinkmeme
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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)
♥ put [GEN] before GEN prompts.


♥ 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.






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.

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (45/?)

Mark is a tiny bit drunker than he should be to be driving, only just barely tipsy, really, but still, but he doesn't care. Eduardo spends the first half of the ride with his hand on Mark's upper thigh, and the second half with his fingers tangled with Mark's on the gearshift, and Mark thinks it's kind of absurd how that makes his heart pound so much more.

He grins at Eduardo as he fumbles with his keys at the door, almost nervous, and Eduardo grins back. It reminds Mark of the beginning. It's fucking comforting how easy it still is for them to get back to that place, full of possibility and dawning affection.

The house is dark and quiet and Mark's all set to trip over Eduardo trying to make it to the bedroom, but he's only just gotten the front door closed behind them when Eduardo spins him into the wall and drops to his knees.

"Wardo," Mark rasps. His head is spinning and he doesn't know if it's from the whiskey or from Eduardo nosing against the crotch of his jeans. "You don't—" he starts, with no idea what he's actually going to say.

"Oh, shut up," Eduardo mutters, tongue between his lips, and he undoes Mark's fly and then, Jesus, sucks the head of Mark's hardening cock into his mouth, fucking quick, sliding his lips down slow and Mark thinks he's actually going to go crazy looking at Eduardo down there with his cheeks all hollow so he tips his head back against the wall with a thunk. His jeans around his thighs, he fists his hands in Eduardo's hair, trying not to pull but wanting more of that soft hot mouth, that low hum in the back of his throat.

"Fuck," he mutters, and Eduardo makes an interested sort of noise that makes Mark tremble.

"Look at you," he whispers, shaky, staring at Eduardo on his knees, half-between Mark's legs, face flushed and lips stretched. Eduardo looks up at him, eyes dark and round and it's almost too much. "Okay, stop, stop," Mark gasps, touching Eduardo's temple, nudging. Eduardo pulls back and sits on his heels, licking his lips.

"What?" he says, and Mark suppresses a shiver to hear how rough his voice is.

"I – I want you, to, to," he stammers.

"What?" Eduardo says. "I, what?"

"Just come on," Mark says. He tugs his pants up with difficulty and pulls Eduardo up by the hand.

The light is off in Mark's room, but they don't tumble onto the bed like they have plenty of times before. Eduardo closes the door behind him and stands in front of it looking slightly rueful, and Mark tries to steady himself on two feet, unbuttons Eduardo's shirt slowly with careful fingers. It's too late to not let this feel important, and Mark knows that's his fault but he doesn't care. Tomorrow. Fucking tomorrow. And what if he has to make Eduardo see tonight, and what if – what if he's not sure if he'll get another chance.

And then he kind of comes to his senses. It's kind of a snap – he blinks, he looks up into Eduardo's face. His hands ball in the fabric of his shirt. All at once, it's so horrifically, blindingly absurd.

"You can't leave," he says, tugging a little toward nothing, his voice high and hard. His mind sways in and out of sharp, hot focus. "Why would you go to New York?" he asks, trying to put so much force behind it, because he really wants to know, so badly – he really does not understand how it could possibly be happening.

Eduardo slumps back against the wall, half-laughing, running a hand across his face. He looks at Mark a little helplessly. Mark hates that face.

"Just say it," he says when Eduardo doesn't speak immediately, and he sounds angrier than he means to, which he supposes must mean he really is that angry.

"Mark," Eduardo says weakly, "I don't…"

He hangs his head. He looks so tired.

"I don't know," he says, "I want – I want to be with you, I, I wanna be here with you."