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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 1/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

(Hey guys. This is my first ever fill, first ever Mark/Eduardo piece, first ever anything...I really hope it meets your expectations. Here's a little preview of what's to come, let me know how you feel about it.)

He’s not here, Eduardo realizes with a sinking feeling. Or at least, not here yet…

But he has to confirm this, so he falls into the casual glance-around, and his eyes scan over the fifty or so heads in the room. He doesn’t glimpse that familiar nest of brown curls in front of him, so he resolves to look behind him, just incase he somehow didn’t notice his best friend sitting there inconspicuously, probably absorbed in a book or staring blankly at nothing in particular. He pretends to be stretching as he grabs the back of his seat and twists in his chair, back arching up slightly with the movement. There are a few students seated behind him – he vaguely recognizes the blonde girl, Stacy, sitting off to the left, texting on her cell phone, but can’t place the names on the rest of the faces. All he knows for certain is that none of these people are Mark, and that if Mark didn’t walk through the door within the next few minutes, then he’d be late for class. Eduardo suddenly draws the terrible conclusion that if Mark doesn’t show up at all, then this marks the seventh time he has skipped this class. He sighs heavily and trains his eyes on the door. He is aware that this is a pattern unlikely to be magically broken by wishful thinking but he maintains his sense of hope anyway.

Eduardo can’t focus on the lecture, and it’s as if his ears just refuse to register the words the professor speaks in his flat, monotonous voice. A random wave of nostalgia hits him, and he recalls the teacher from the classic Charlie Brown cartoons. He briefly notes with detached amusement that the pitches of both their voices are very comparable, and then returns to worrying about Mark, who still hasn’t arrived. It couldn’t have been less than half an hour, at least, since class began. He wearily checks his wristwatch, which corrects him, letting him know that a mere twenty minutes have passed. He knows he should be concentrating but education is of no crucial importance to him right now. Time drags heavily today…

OP

(Anonymous)
You're doing a beautiful thing, here, dear writer.

Re: Fill 1/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

I see potential. You're doing fine so far. :)

Re: Fill 1/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

You're doing very well! I look forward to more :D

Re: Fill 1b/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

(After this little stretch, the much more exciting stuff will come. Stay tuned!)

When class finally ends, Eduardo lifts his bag over his shoulder and leaves in a rush, thoroughly relieved to be over with trapped in one place while Zuckerberg-central worries plague his mind. Moving at a high speed walk, he inevitably rams right into another man in the hallway. His head snaps up and the apology is already on his lips, but the other man speaks first.

“Hey, Hammerhead, fish are friends not food, okay?” Dustin says in a ridiculous voice, being sure to smirk as well. Clearly, the Discovery Channel specials on sharks weren't sustaining enough so now he's moved on to Pixar movies.

"Did you seriously just imply that my head looks like a...?"

As if Eduardo's lanky, doe-like features even remotely resembled that freaky fish with a vertically stretched head thing.

Dustin laughs. "Relax, man, you look like you want to rip something apart."

Eduardo is confused. He hasn't even noticed that he'd developed this habit of shooting down the halls with this very specific yet hard to place look in his eyes: vacant. It was a noticable thing only because it was usually Mark who was associated with that term, definitely not Eduardo.

Eduardo wants to smile and make light of the joke as he normally would, but he’s too flustered to really control the muscles in his face properly.

“I’m looking for Mark, have you seen him?” he asks, ignoring Dustin’s face.

Dustin finally drops the look and shakes his head. “Nope…now that you mention it, I didn’t see him in Systems…” He trails off. Eduardo’s still staring at him and his gaze is increasingly intense.

“So it’s not just this class…” Eduardo mumbles more to himself than to Dustin because it feels as though divulging this simple report would reveal the mounting anxiety that he’d been trying to hide for weeks. And really, who would keep tabs on what their friends were doing? He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders and feigned confusion. That was all it was – a little concern for a close friend.

Dustin picked up on Eduardo’s uneasiness, but to Eduardo’s surprise, he seemed to understand it and maybe even support it. Dustin frowned and dropped his voice, as if this was very cautious ground he was suddenly treading on.

“Do you think something’s happened?”

Eduardo shakes his head and releases a very odd and blatantly forced chuckle.

“Noo, of course not. There's probably a logical explanation for his absense. There's always a reason for Mark."

Dustin respons with a hesitant nod so Eduardo decides to bring the subject back to the comforting territory of underwater creatures.

"Let's go watch a goddamn Life DVD or something. I can live vicariously through watching the animals rip other animals apart."

OP

(Anonymous)
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it.

Re: Fill 1b/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

*stoked for more*

Re: Fill 1c/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

(Because of the length of this next part, I'm posting it in two parts, and if this becomes a pattern I'll start linking you guys to my journal. I'm a little self conscious about this part...stuff is about to get dirty. Onward.)

Mark never used to think about how sex would differ between his Harvard university professors. Of course, he thought about sex just as often as any university freshman, and used to have ideas of how his first experience would be before the untimely occasion arrived and he’d actually lost his virginity. He now realizes that his expectations had been wildly exaggerated, which wasn’t an uncommon circumstance for guys around his age. Some boys can develop preconceived notions about sex during the teen years from analyzing movies (pornographic or not) and hearing about it in American Top 40 songs. Real confusion, no doubt, was perpetuated by those obnoxious “musicians” yelling vulgarly about bitches clambering to shove their swollen penis down their throats. The real world doesn’t quite work that way. Yet Mark’s world was arguably not too far off from this obscene idea that sex was literally as attainable as buttered bread. Mark, safe to say, had suddenly woken up and faced reality – fucking his professors one after the other wasn’t as unrealistic as he thought it would be. In fact, he almost considered the act to be the highlight of his day.

It was absolutely remarkable – not a damn soul would dare suspect an upstanding professional positioned at Harvard University, a cream of the crop of all the prestigious schools in the entire world, to consent to sodomizing his or her own student. Yet it was happening, and had already happened for Mark Zuckerberg. And it never occurred to him to be beneficial, but here he was engaging in sex with his numerous professors and receiving perfect grades in return. Of course, none of the professors ever brought him back to their living quarters out of their fear of being caught…it usually went down in a deserted alley on the other side of town, backstage at a club, or in some divvy bar.

But above all, what Mark found most intriguing was how different each person truly was in that oh so vulnerable position. Sometimes they were completely silent, just absorbing every sensation as their ears rang with sound – wet tongue and lips sucking skin - magnified. Sometimes they made funny little noises or squeaks every now and then if Mark rubbed them in a particular way or sighed warm breath against their bare hip. Sometimes they just couldn’t contain themselves, just would not shut up. A prime example was the man he was currently screwing right now, Professor Henderson. It was funny when they talked - it was the crazy shit they had the nerve to say.

“Oh, Jesus, Mark, you do it so well! So fucking well!”

Yeah, a real smooth talker.

Re: Fill 1d/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

Mark licked his lips in a deliberately coy fashion and blinked up at his Systems teacher. This was a good game, he liked this – he was the virginal coquette easing the tension and his teacher was his commanding officer releasing after a long, straining day.

“Make a wish and blow it hard, happy fucking birthday!"

Mark finished the job with tact and skill until the older man came quite violently and he swallowed without a further thought – automatic. Once the entire sexual escapade had reached its climax and the old man had been thoroughly satisfied by Mark he slumped back onto the mattress to catch his breath. After a few moments, Mr.Henderson spoke.

“You are, in addition to being the King of code, a divine connoisseur of pleasure.”

Mark couldn’t actually restrain the smug smirk that curled his lips, despite the absurdity of the comment, as he had just been complimented very nicely upon two skills that a mere two months ago he was nowhere near as talented at as he was now.

“But still I must ask. Mark, you’re the most intelligent student I’ve had in a long time. Why would you offer your body up for collateral? You could easily get perfect grades without doing this…” he paused and added with a grin, “…not that I’m complaining.”

Mark looked at his professor for the first time in a few minutes and shrugged his still bare shoulders. The glare of the red lamp blended dramatically with his fair skin.

“You’re expecting me to provide you with some complicated, in depth psychological explanation about how I’ve emerged from my sheltered cocoon that’s stemmed from a troubled adolescence; that I’m fulfilling a deep, dark yearning that’s plagued me since my early days of troubled adolescence. But the truth is far more simple than you imagined, Professor. You really want to know why I do this?”

Mr. Henderson nodded.

Mark shrugged his shoulders.

“Because it’s fun.”

OP

(Anonymous)
My brain is melting in a fantastic way.

Re: Fill 1d/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

unfff. hot. oh mark.

Re: Fill 1d/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

Oh. Wow. I love that true to form, Mark is still such an asshole.

Re: Fill 1d/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

Um... wow. This is already ridiculously hot.

Re: Fill 1d/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

I approve muchly.

Re: Fill 1e/?: I Lost My Self-Control, Eduardo/Mark, sluttish!Mark

OKAY EVERYONE! I apologize for the long wait! Here's some links! Please excuse my ugly and noobish profile.

Part 1d Revision:
http://badandorworse.livejournal.com/992.html

AND, brand new, Part 1E:
http://badandorworse.livejournal.com/1140.html