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The Social Network: the kink meme!

It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART EIGHT]
sorry about the delay in getting this up! please put all new prompts here.

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) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE * PART SIX * PART SEVEN


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.
NEW: ♥ PLEASE comment with the first of your fill to the PROMPT and then all future updates as a comment to the FIRST PART of the fill. this makes it easier for both the WIP spreadhseet and for archiving stuff on delicious. it also helps people who are trying to catch up on updates and don't have to look through every fill on the prompt (should it have more than one). thank you.






[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 three, four, five or six over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. (prompts for parts one and two are now up for reposting.)

NEW RULE;

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE 'FILL' RULES. THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE. thank you.
Tags:

FILL: the crown of love is not upon me, 7b/?

(Anonymous)
Sean is standing at the John Harvard statue when Mark reaches it just before six o’clock. He’s got glasses on with his blazer and designer jeans combo, so Mark looks grungy by comparison in his usual hoodie and ill-fitted jeans, but Sean grins and looks him up and down all the same.

“You clean up well, Zuck,” he says breezily. Mark is about to ask if he’s had his eyes checked recently when he remembers that the first time they spoke, he was in his pajamas, so maybe this is cleaned up for him. He contemplates it while Sean steps next to him and pulls his arm around Mark’s waist.

They take the Red Line into the city and people stare at them the entire time. Mark isn’t sure if it’s because they’re two guys or because they’re Sean and Mark and they don’t even look like they come from the same planet, but the looks are unnerving, so he shoots glares back at anyone who so much as glances their way. Sean laughs and brushes a curl behind Mark’s ear.

“Calm down, they’re just jealous,” he says as they reach their stop, grinning deviously. Mark’s about to comment on the tone in his voice when Sean clasps their hands together and guides him off of the subway.

-----

It turns out when Sean said shitty Chinese food, he really did mean shitty, because they’re sitting in a Panda Express fifteen minutes later.

“You know, this isn’t even Chinese,” Mark notes, stabbing at what was labeled as sweet and sour pork but is really just fried pork with some sugary mess of a sauce on top of it. He’s really not even sure where they’re getting the ‘sour’ part from, really.

Sean’s laughing over his chow mein because apparently he thinks this absence of culture is funny. He glances out of the big glass wall they’re seated next to and watches the street outside intently. He turns his gaze back to Mark, swirling a finger across the tabletop. “We could always skip out on this place, go somewhere a little more fun.”

Please,” Mark sighs, immediately closing the noisy Styrofoam container holding the toxic sludge he called his dinner. He’s been too spoiled by Wardo’s admittedly impeccable taste in hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurants for the past year and a half to even think of finishing it.

Not that he’s thinking of Eduardo. Not when Sean’s holding his hand and tugging him outside to hail a cab and feeling his leg up once they get into said cab.

Sean’s hand is placed right on Mark’s thigh and his fingers are rubbing circles into the material of his jeans and it takes a sizable portion of Mark’s attention to not think about that, so much so that he doesn’t even think to ask where they’re even going until they’ve arrived in front of a seedy-looking rock club near BU that he might have heard Erica mention once or twice back when they were still dating. He doesn’t recognize any of the band names on the marquee so he has no clue what to expect when he and Sean step inside.

And he really isn’t expecting that there may as well be an orgy on the dance floor, the way everybody is grinding up against each other to the shitty techno group onstage.

Mark quirks an eyebrow and looks at Sean. “This is fun?”

Sean nods enthusiastically. “Mark, you need to live a little! Come here.” He pulls him by the hand again, which seems to be a recurring theme tonight, until they’re in the middle of the floor and there are about nine people in Mark’s personal bubble, then slips his arms around Mark’s waist and starts grinding on his leg in time to the music.

And yeah. That’s a thing. That’s definitely happening. And Mark has maybe thought of it once or twice or a few times since he first developed an interest in Sean, but not quite like this. He’d always hoped for some hot and heavy grinding on a couch or a bed or even a floor or a wall, for God’s sake, not a sweaty dance floor, loud with the sounds of awful electronic beats and sweaty fans singing along to incomprehensible lyrics.