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The Social Network: the kink meme!

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)
♥ 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 (46/?)

"So stay," Mark says. His fingers are curling by their sides, desperate for something to occupy them. He touches the wood veneer of the dresser beside him, an artificial lacquer, cold. He wishes desperately, for perhaps the first time in his life, that he wasn't even a little bit drunk.

Eduardo takes a step forward, curls a hand around Mark's ribs. Mark's body jumps away reflexively then keens into it twice as much.

"Just Miami," Eduardo says. "I'm only going to Miami, first." He looks up at Mark with those dark eyes, rife and sincere beneath the long curve of his brow. "And then," he takes a tiny, gasping breath, "I'll come back."

Mark looks into his face, trying to be sure. And he knows, he knows what he should do now, but God, it's so hard, he aches all over, and he just wants to touch Eduardo, to be with him, it's just so fucking stupid that this is even happening when nothing like this should ever have to happen to the two of them.

He can see how Eduardo's face has gone a little expectant. He sighs quietly through his nose and steps flush against him, cheek against his neck.

"Come – come to bed with me," he says, his voice uncharacteristically low and rough. He feels Eduardo smile. It's true that it sounds like something that would come out of Eduardo's mouth, really. Mark smiles too, just slightly, his lips moving over Eduardo's warm skin, and then he steps back and shucks his clothes, watches Eduardo do the same, lets him push him backwards slowly onto the bed, on his back. They crawl beneath the sheets and Eduardo kneels over his body and kisses him so slow and deep that Mark gasps when they break apart.

He should be touching Eduardo everywhere, but somehow his hands seem to keep gravitating back toward his face, his cheek, the hair at his temple. Eduardo skims his palm flat down Mark's stomach toward his cock and Mark wraps a leg around Eduardo's hips and pulls him in tight, a sudden rush of heat at the friction between them. Eduardo groans, drops his head, ruts hard against Mark. His body collapses until they're chest to chest and they're just moving, gasping against each other's cheeks. Mark stares at the ceiling, eyes wide and dizzy. He looks at Eduardo.

"Come on," he says, heady, shifting so his legs fall almost as wide apart as he can make them. He'd like to keep Eduardo pressed up against him with his one knee crooked forever but there are other things to move on to, here, and so he reaches over to the bedside table and fumbles in the drawer and thrusts everything into Eduardo's hands.

"Are you sure?" Eduardo says, looking at him with his most incongruous concerned mother face, and Mark rolls his eyes, and when Eduardo continues to study him he says, as clearly and directly as he can with alcohol and fear and want and the desperate, breathless closeness of Eduardo fogging his brain, "I want you to."

"Okay," Eduardo says, and he lets out a long, slow breath.

"If you want to," Mark adds in a rush. Maybe it's not like that. He doesn't know how many people Eduardo's been with before and he doesn't really care to think about it at all, not when this is what matters most, when they're the only thing like this that's ever mattered.

"Yeah," Eduardo says, and he presses his hand hard up the side of Mark's thigh, his hip, nudging around to cup his lower back right at the shallow curve of his ass, "I do, I do," and he sounds like he means it, all breathless and adorably nervous and weirdly humble, and Mark could listen to him forever, wants to spend lifetimes trying to understand him.