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(Ain't No) Fortunate Son
Pretty Woman Human redux. Hooker!Kirk.
Well Spent
Of course, the jar was really the professional female companionship fund; or, as Ed liked to sarcastically call it, the pussy kitty.
She Says, You Don't Want to Be Like Me
Everyone knows what happens to the District One girls who win. Natasha Romanov knows, and she knows what she has to do to survive. At least she has Clint to help her through it. That changes when she meets Glimmer, a girl who doesn't have that luxury. Spinoff of The Avenger Games. (NOTE: the rape/non-con/dub-con/underage/forced prostitution warnings are tagged to be safe, but are NOT graphically depicted. Talked about, dealt with, yes. But not in real-time.)
A Night to Remember
In order to make a man out of Jon, Robb and Theon take him to Ros, the red-headed whore. But the night of drunken revelry leads to many startling discoveries ... (originally written for asoiaf kinkmeme)
Pursuit (The Pay to Play Remix)
"Honey, if you looked at johns the way you look at that car, you'd have the boys lined up down the block."
two for mirth
“Now about that gift I got you, remember how you’ve been all wistful about your concupiscent quadrants? Well I got you something to fix that.” “What,” Karkat said blankly. “Gamzee no, tell me you didn’t get me sex toys.” The good news is that it's not sextoys The bad news is that it's a person.
The Right Kind of Burn
Roy growing up with Madame Christmas means he grew up in a brothel. Explains a lot.
Priced beyond rubies
chengxian thought: turnip sales aren't cutting it, so wwx freelances out of a yiling brothel. jc, blowing off steam on one of his periodic trips to check up on him, asks for whatever the madam recommends and, welp, there's his brother. jc writes this off as a charitable donation. I did not intend to put any further thought into this but just like, the idea of the moments where wwx is still laughing off the coincidence and jc has already decided to go through with it, to insist, and wwx slowly slowly gets there
Three Gates
There was another boy there at the base of the balcony outside of Meng Shi's window, where Meng Yao liked to sit: a boy few years older than him, taller, in finely made clothing that would normally make Meng Yao itch all over in futile envy, but the other boy’s eyes were white around the edges in a way that was immediately, painfully familiar. “Someone’s chasing you?” Meng Yao asked, and the boy’s eyes widened even further, surprised, but he nodded in confirmation. “There’s a trellis around the left side – can you climb up? I'll hide you.” "Thanks," the boy said, later, once the man he called Wen Ruohan had left. "My name is Nie Mingjue. What's yours?"
Blood from a Stone
Sidney is not living out a Hellish version of The Little Mermaid, except for the parts where he kind of is.
