[Workshop][M4F] Hard Work ("Snowed in", Blue collar, End of summer, Slow burn, Discord)
Hi workshop!
Have been rolling this prompt from side to side for a long time, still doesn't feel like I did it justice.
One thing in particular that I'd like to convey (and I don't think I've managed to here) is that I'm looking for a writing partner to write a story about the characters, not for a roleplaying partner to jump in and speedrun to smut.
Other than that - do your worst.
The early August heat was unbearable.
Dry air of the prairies, endless sky above and endless fields all around, ambient temperatures climbing up to 30’s in shade - what some places celebrated as a welcome beach season, this part of the world met with determination and gritted teeth. Every bit of moisture burned out, every slim spot of shadow as uncertain and unreliable as direction of the ever-present dusty wind, the very concept of "cold" seemingly pushed out of existence; and even lush green grass, in places as high as my waist, so appealingly green under the scorching sun - like strings of an old guitar, sharp, and scratchy, and so very dry to touch.
It seemed like the horizon itself, mocking my life choices, shriveled and turned its edges up - trapped me in this cauldron of heat, laughed in my face, and prepared to throw at me every problem and challenge the region had plenty of, to give me a taste of the true Midwest: of what the much praised, pointedly romantic verdant sea really looked and felt like; and of what I'll have to think twice about before returning to these lands.
Still, I would not complain.
To hell with reputation of the company and business ethics. In all truth, the offer was simply lucrative. The conditions, if harsh, manageable. It was my signature under the order for the job, it was my account to get a zero or two more on completion of it, and it was my choice to take on a job that - due to high demand all around - almost nobody else was available for... Especially on such a short notice.
Even in the business of construction, blue collar as it comes, there is a hierarchy between contractors; in this hierarchy, there is an unspoken, unannounced elite; and in this story, the elite was us.
Never cheap, always reliable. Never easy to work with, always diligent. Our modus operandi, our motto, and the first rule - of the very few that we had - was: Get Shit Done. No matter how short of a notice or how harsh the conditions, no matter if we had to move for a month to the geographic center of Satan's own asshole, no matter if the only link with the outside world was going to be a local postman visiting once a week to see if we kicked the bucket.
No matter - my mind droned on as I unloaded into the fine white dust of the driveway yet another batch of hastily but diligently packed bags - if the job was technically more of a cleanup duty than proper construction gig.
I wiped my face, grimy and sweaty, with the bottom of my t-shirt. Just half an hour outside the car, and I already was looking - and feeling - like a proper vagrant, the freshness of clothes and comfort of the shower from earlier this morning remaining only as a distant memory.
If only we had some more time to prepare!
We could've had a well planned transit rather than a 4x4 of a local farmer who already was impatiently tapping his foot and looking at his watch.
We could've had a supporting team to bring in all the supplies, set up a temporary camp, and prepare the place for us to move in and start working.
We could've had, after all, a full crew of five.
Alas, the "could have"s don't pay the bills, while "have"s do. Such as - I glanced at the looming gothic-style leviathan of a building, looking old and battered even thought it's just been stripped down and rebuilt practically from scratch - was a team of two to clean the place top to bottom.
What was this place? Who wanted this thing, good couple hours of country roads from the nearest town, ready for use so urgently? That, I did not know. Chances were, neither did the bossman. Some questions paid much better when they remained unasked.
And - my eyes moved just for a moment to the open door of the structure, ominously dark in contrast to the bright sunlight - who was my partner on the job? That, I did not know either.
I vaguely remembered seeing her in the office, or on some different job, or.. Or maybe not at all. What I was sure of is that we’ve never had a chance, nor a reason, to be introduced to each other personally. I did not, still, even know her name: the truck’s been way too noisy during the trip, and the driver - despite a more than generous pay for his services - made it abundantly clear that he was in a hurry.
With a sigh, I climbed into the track again and grabbed another bundle of packaged stuff, once more only seeing the back of my partner-to-be as she dragged the previous bunch inside the building.
It was always always a little disappointing when we didn't get to know what exactly we were working on. Private mansions, decrepit community buildings, underground bunkers... Silence was, in this case literally, quite golden.
But what we would have plenty of opportunities for was to get to know each other.
Which, in and on itself, could be a really fun thing to do.
Hi there! I'm Doc, a guy in my 30s from Europe.
Please check out my DPP profile below for housekeeping info; and, the waffling part aside, please provide similar info about yourself. I have no interest in your personal details like home city and maiden name, but things such as timezone, availability, age bracket, kinks&limits and so on are pretty crucial for compatibility.
I am looking for a co-writer for this story; or, for a partner for this roleplay, whichever description you find more flattering. I am looking for someone to take over of the second protagonist, to contribute to the worldbuilding, and to make the story live and breath beyond it being a backstage for the inevitable smut.
I have some ideas for which direction the play might take, from what the building is to who the characters might be, but I'd love to hear your suggestions as well before locking anything in place.
Here are the tropes/ideas I'd like to highlight for this one:
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Snowed in. It might be hot weather instead of cold, and the protagonists are in a remote place rather than completely stranded, but I am interested to play out how isolation from society and the world at large could help the characters shift or shed their moral limits and ideas of taboo. What will they do if there's no dining room to eat in, no proper beds to use for sleeping, maybe no shower as we know it or no easy way to wash clothes?
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One night stand. The story is set to take an indefinite number of days, but the core idea is the same. No sudden lust, no high romantic feelings; whatever happens in this place, stays there; and whatever the characters want to try, they do. Sex of convenience, of self-discovery, of lack of reasons not to have it. Intriguing? As far as I see it, definitely so!
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The beauty of manual work. The whale butchering scene in Moby Dick? Same stuff. Work and its result as its own reward; hot, sweaty bodies, but only as a sign of exertion rather than as sweat and dirt being a kink of its own accord; physical proximity for efficiency before anything else; and a great deal of pent-up stress and built-up hormones looking for a sweet release :)
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Last days of summer. Heat, impending autumn, the rush to finish things, to drink the last drops of this cup while it lasts... There is something about all of it that, to my eye, complements this kind of plot really well.
Please don't be shy if you think your writing skills might not be up to the task and other nonsense like that. There's millions reasons why we might or might not click, and that's just one of them.
Don't hesitate to reply even if the post has been up for some hours already - I won't be sitting here with something heavy on the F5 button, and I much prefer a good reply to a quick one.
Sounds like something you'd like to try? Then - looking forward to hearing from you!
Posted Apr 28, 2026, 7:09 PM UTC