Pretty Woman
shipping meme
There's no one who understands better than you that in the trade of skin and vice and sex, there's no room for emotion. "Love" especially is worth less than the money you can ply - and more dangerous for its trouble, too.
Still, you've broken the one rule of sin (don't fall in love, never fall in love, not with a client) and there's no turning back. So what will you do? Here's the rope made of decisions: use it to run away from the bed you've made...or tighten the noose.
- No need for explanation needed here, it is what it is. A Pretty Woman-esque shipping meme for a romance (or something like it) between a prostitute and...someone who's not a prostitute!
- Obviously, while the meme is based on a romcom that glosses over all the darker aspects of sex work, threads here could be fluffy, romantic, tropey/meta, tragic, or serious. Triggers could very well abound. If things are going to be on the uglier side with your character, like abuse, drugs, or underage, please make a note of that and respect preferences.
- Make a top level comment with what role you'd like to play + any other info.
- Reply to others. Play out meetcutes, forbidden romances, business-turned-more, rescue, etc.
Roles:
- The Worker: Everyone has a different story about how they ended up in this lot. Tragedy, force, addiction, money troubles, or genuine love of the work, it doesn't matter, as all the roads lead to another notch in the bedpost and some more money in your - or your boss's - pocket. For once, though, the person you're "hired" by...they're different. Actually, fresh-faced or veteran, you may just discover that you're a little different yourself, more heart of gold than hooker.
- The Client: You were looking for a little fun and you didn't mind paying. Or, on the other hand, you might have just stumbled into a den of iniquity on accident or for other business entirely. One thing's for certain...one person's caught your eye, and whether it be love at first sight or an arduous process, you want better things for them. What do you plan? A rescue? Beating up anyone who'd hurt them?
Be careful you don't get hurt in the process, whether it be at the hands the criminal element that plagues the shadowy side of life or, unfortunately, at the hands of the one you care for most.
Setting:
- Past (Roman brothels, Victorian whorehouses, Renaissance courtesans, etc.)
- Modern
- Sci-fi or fantast
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bakerstreet2018-02-21 08:11 pm
Nue Houjuu | Touhou Project | F/M
mimi márquez ❀ rent ❀ ota
She's "We Found Love (In a Hopeless Place)" personified. ]
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Also welp my old Roger account is dead so I have no icons. ]
garrett hawke | dragon age
james howlett | logan (2017)
Doesn't have to be smut, incidentally. Just someone taking pity on the old man and ~making his day with kindness~ or whatever would work, too. ]
AUs And all that fun stuff
It surprises him sometimes, since Loki tends to give him more money than needed, to see him there week after week. It's unusual, of course, to have a man of his apparent age prostituting himself, however... he's been great fun in bed despite all of that. Maybe most other people are reluctant to hire him because of his age. Loki feels the poor man could use some extra help from time to time, because however much his family would disapprove (a huge amount) he's grown rather fond of Logan.
Loki finds him in the usual place, as expected. He opens the driver's side window and motions him over while unlocking the car's other doors. ]
Can I interest you in an evening together?
[ Not the usual quick sex, but an actual evening. Dare he say a date, even? Would Logan be okay with that? He knows Loki is wealthy, so he can be certain to make a good amount of money if he agrees. That's one constant Logan can rely on-- the cash. ]
GODDDDdddddddd
So Logan's clients are typically his age, maybe a little younger, almost always into bizarre kinks he'll never have heard of. Loki's arguably the most conventionally attractive person he has sex with on a regular basis (and, obviously, the youngest one, too) -- and the weirdest thing about it is that he doesn't choose anyone else.
He expects the usual when he comes over, dipping his head with nary an attempt at a smile (he'd stopped doing that when he realised Loki didn't give a shit if he smiled or not). That neutral expression, however, turns into a brief frown. ]
What? [ The need for clarification is expected. No-one's ever offered an evening before.
Logan's arm slings over the top of the car, and his head cocks to regard Loki, to really look at him. ] What're you talking about?
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Depends on his mood, really.
He cant pinpoint the actual moment where he started growing jealous of the other people Logan was having sex with, job or no job. That jealousy is what prompts him to asks for an evening together, so he won't have to worry about the man accepting offers from anyone else for the night. ]
I'm asking you out, I suppose. You'll still get paid, of course, but we can do something else together too. Maybe watch a movie, eat dinner together. I don't know.
[ Is it that strange? When you sleep with a person enough times, you start to get to know them. Sometimes a fondness begins to develop from there, and, well... there Loki is, asking a prostitute to spend time with him for reasons other than sex. ]
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Loki looks sincere, however. Even here in the low light, Logan's expression hard with something akin to coldness, he sounds like he means what he says -- doesn't back down.
So a rough hand moves, cupping Loki's chin, tilting it up. Logan's thumb moves over the end of it before touching the jaw, watching his expression for any changes...
...and letting go when he finds none. ]
Dinner. [ That's as far as negotiation goes, and Logan's moving to the passenger's seat without a word, slipping in and shutting the door.
Something in his chest stings.
He shuts his eyes against it, leaning back into the comfortable chair. His hands long for pockets to push themselves into, but Logan's trousers are too tight for even that luxury. ]
Bucky | MCU | ota
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Life on the streets can be a pretty weird gig. Vrenille knows this well because he grew up on the streets. The trick is that he didn't grow up on these streets. These streets are foreign as hell. Easy as it would be to say that sex is, in some sense, fundamentally the same wherever you go, the truth of the matter is that's kind of bullshit.
Back when Vrenille left Ebonhawke for Divinity's Reach he learned this lesson the hard way: sex acts might have been the same, but making sex into a livelihood, even a meager one? That had a steep learning curve.
In a way, perhaps, that experience prepared him for this one. Probably, though, nothing could really have prepared him for this. How the fuck do you prepare for accidentally falling through a magical rift and ending up stranded in some completely alien world that has exactly bugger all to do with the place you call home?
What Vrenille's got going for him is that this isn't the first time he's had to live by his wits. Even if subsistence sex work hasn't been his life for the past few years, it still was the majority of his life before then. Here it's just about adapting--comparatively this city is rougher and higher risk than anywhere he's been before. The police are more aggressive, more hostile. People are more guarded.
He spends a lot of time on the streets just watching--the people, the cars, the patterns of movement and action--not doing anything that could obviously be called solicitation. Is it easy to spot the line of work he's in? Well...maybe, if a person knows what they're looking for. He can certainly spot when someone else is hustling though. For the most part he hasn't seen that many out on the street. Maybe that's why the grim-faced man with the stubble catches his eye. He's sort of unlikely. Unlikely enough, in fact, that Vrenille isn't sure straight away that his first impression is right. It takes more than a second glance to be sure.
There's something about the man, though...something sort of puzzling about him, something more than what's just straightforward. It's curious. Vrenille watches him lean down to talk to someone through the window of a car and he half expects him to get in. But then the car pulls away. There might have been a rude gesture; he's not sure. Curious.
He makes his way down the alleyway, hands in the pockets of his trousers, and stops in a small pool of sodium light a few feet away. He's never been shy about talking to people. You can't be people shy in this business. "Hey. You workin'?"
Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M
Dickie ♡ Set the Thames on Fire ♡ M/M
mad sweeney | american gods