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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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karlnapity noms, you want a weirdly specific oneshot idea, you’ll get it:

Sapnap’s a pred, Quackity’s a tiny avian or something, and Karl is just a human.

Sapnap noms Quackity a lot, but Karl can’t nom him and is starting to get a bit jealous of the time the two of them spend together without him.

Sapnap and Q feel really bad about this, so they come up with a plan to help Karl feel more included!

Whether this is, like, Karl shrinking and getting nommed with Quackity, or Karl somehow safely nomming Q for the first time, or something else entirely, is up to you! I’m just a sucker for karlnapity noms lol

mmm hello! this is four months old but let's just move past that! :D

i guess i probably should've included quackity just a tiny bit more and treated him less as a side-character with early-days personality,, BUT STILL!

we will abide

words: 2789

cw: vore (sfw, nsx), brief jealousy (but i wouldn't count that as a cw tbh,,,)

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Karl watched. He laid across the couch with his arms folded under him, holding his head up on the couch arm. He studies how his soon-to-be-husbands embrace their drastic size difference. It’s adorable, Karl admits, though he can’t stop jealousy from flaring in his gut. He frowns at how gentle Sapnap is with Quackity, and how Quackity leaned into Sapnap’s limbs that fit him nearly perfectly. Karl fell between the two’s sizes, and sometimes it felt like he was too large or too small. Karl was of course grateful for how Sapnap did try and satisfy Karl by attempting the same things he tried with Quackity, though more often than not it would end up uncomfortable for the both of them.

It had been passable for a while, until Sapnap had grown instincts. Quackity was small enough to be stored, and Karl was decidedly not.

Karl, after seeing Sapnap’s, had also developed instincts. Not so much over Sapnap, instead for Quackity. But, with Quackity up to his shin, it didn’t really work out the same way. And plus, a human like him didn’t have the interior to suit a tiny.

They still loved Karl in other ways, but it was deflating to see them have such a natural relationship with each other and not have to overthink it all.

“Karl,” Sapnap said, eyes on him. Karl looked up with half-lidded eyes and yawned. Quackity was curled up in the crease of Sapnap’s neck, sound asleep. Karl’s eyes softened at the sight, and his gut churned and protested.

“Hm?” Karl hummed, shuffling so he was sitting up. Tire lulled at him, but jealousy was prominent.

“Are you okay?” Sapnap adds swiftly. The mini-giant shuffles up, his head kept at an awkward angle to avoid disturbing the sleeping avian. Karl’s heart flutters and he grips the crack between the couch cushions.

“Yeah, I think.”

Sapnap carefully stood up and walked around the coffee table to sit down on the mini-giant accessible side of the couch. His struggle to keep Quackity secure lightened Karl’s mood slightly, though his slowly-growing grin fell as he heard Quackity faintly groan into Sapnap’s skin and tighten the ball he curled himself into. Sapnap props his arm on the higher couch cushions that were specifically for Karl’s human size and Karl strides there, only losing his balance a few times to the unstable surface. “I guess you don’t look well,” Sapnap remarks. Karl shrugs and tugs on the maroon sleeve of Sapnap’s hoodie before using it to ascend to his shoulder, where Quackity is.

“I was just–woah–you guys were being romantic,” Karl says, steadying himself. Sapnap stays still and watches Karl from the corner of his eye, just in case.

“You’re saying you’re jealous?” Sapnap asks, and Karl shrugs.

“Yeah.” Karl stops moving and looks at Sapnap, who in return has turned his head and is looking at the soft brunet with gentle eyes. Karl nearly lets go at the sight. “I’m telling you though, I’m fine.”

Sapnap’s hand appears behind him and forcefully pushes him the rest of the way to his shoulder. Karl gets situated, then gently slides Quackity—who looks positively awake and asleep at the same time—onto his lap. His wings flutter slightly and Karl stays wary of them while he leans into Quackity’s body and Sapnap’s neck at the same time. His legs fall over each side of Sapnap and he closes his eyes. Something about this is okay, but Karl knows that this would never compete with storing Quackity.

—

The following morning, Karl can’t recall falling asleep. But, he wakes up in Sapnap’s bed, cradled against the mini-giant’s chest. He can’t feel Quackity in his arms anywhere. He’s been stored, his mind urges towards him painfully. He shivers at the thought. There is jealousy boiling inside of him and soon it will overflow.

The doorbell rings.

Karl’s attention turns to the cat flap they’d installed for Karl and Quackity to have easy access into the raven’s bedroom. He moves, limbs skidding against the sleek bed sheets. He wriggles from underneath Sapnap’s arm and finds his footing at the edge of the bed, staring down at the wooden floor. He sits on the edge and slides off, landing roughly on the ground. His socked feet slid along the floor but he didn’t fall, just kept his balance nicely and started across the bedroom.

Karl looked over his shoulder at Sapnap, who’s chest rose and fell rhythmically, and he narrowed in on Quackity. The hybrid was draped across Sapnap’s head and his wings were neatly folded. He smiled sadly and turned back around, ducking under the flap that was just an inch too short for him. The clear material rose above him and fell as he left the room and entered the body of the house.

The air is cooler than the bedroom, but Karl is guessing that it's really because of the absence of the mini-giant. He always emitted heat, it was a given with his size and his fire-born origin. Karl shivers and draws his fingers along his opposing arms. Maybe it's not just because of the cold that he's hugging himself. The only thing on his mind is Quackity, looking so tiny against Sapnap’s so large body. They’re perfect.

He reached the front door and the melodramatic ideas of being excluded silenced. He pushed through the cat flap in the door and stepped onto the rough welcome mat that pierced through his socks. He winced and kept his footsteps soft and quick. He held eyes on a small package that rested half-on-half-off the mat. He curled his fingers around it and peered over the top curiously, hoisting himself awkwardly over the top of the cardboard. He steadied and walked, crouching by the white tag settled in the middle.

Karl Jacobs, he sees above the shipping information.

The door makes a noise and Karl looks up as it opens. Sapnap is looking down with tired eyes with underlying excitement, but it's nothing new, Sapnap always looks like that.

Quackity is perched on the raven’s shoulder like a bird. He can’t exactly fly well with his wings, but he definitely acts like he can. Karl finds it adorable and a little pathetic. “What is this?” Karl asks immediately.

Quackity looks to Sapnap, who looks to the avian with a small nod, then Quackity urges, “Open it!”

Yellow wings obscure his vision for a moment as Quackity finds his way beside him. Sapnap kneels and places both his hands on either side of the box and lifts it. He maneuvers the door with his foot and shuts it when he’s inside. “I was thinking about last night—well, actually, I guess we both had the idea that you were jealous,” Sapnap starts and sets the package down on the counter. With his now-free hands, the raven searches drawers for a pair of scissors. Karl looks at Quackity, who’s staring up at Sapnap.

“I told you not to worry about it!” the brunet frets.

“I don't care,” Sapnap hums. Karl stands out of the way as Sapnap pulls a pair—a mini-giant pair—of scissors out of a drawer and draws it to the tape sealing the box. He slices it with a satisfying noise, and Karl’s heart thumps. It’s warmed by thoughts of them caring enough about his own terrible, warped, jumble of emotions, and he can honestly say that whatever is in the box he will adore. Sapnap gets the other sides loose, and Karl moves around the top of the box to avoid getting cut. The mini-giant steps back and lets Karl unravel his gift, but the brunet can feel the fire-born’s scarlet eyes plastered on him, and he can feel a set of smaller, dark maroon eyes on him too. He situates himself and pushes open a flap on the box. He slips inside after Sapnap cuts in to hold it open for him.

He messes with the mounds of bubble wrap and then focuses on the thing placed in the middle of the box. It’s small, he’s not sure why it came in a package like that. It was human-sized, definitely. He squints at it and scrambles for a better look at what it is. It’s a small glass bottle, with the words DRINK ME wrapping the frontmost of it. Karl stares blankly at it and breaks into a grin, giggling at it. Quackity clambers into the box and falls onto the wrap with a yelp. Karl doesn’t notice it, really. He’s wondering if the bottle does what his mind tells him it does. Quackity reappears, standing upright.

There are tears picking at the fold in his eyes.

“Sapnap,” he begins, looking up with garbled eyes.

“Yeah?” Sapnap says, slightly smirking and leaning over the two of them.

“Is this what I’m thinking it is?” Karl asks coolly.

“It is, man! I bought it, and—” Quackity cuts in, and is promptly cut off.

“Shut up, Quackity,” Sapnap hisses. Karl laughs and chokes on tears. The avian appears behind him and wraps his arms around his leg, squeezing like he does to Sapnap’s finger. Sapnap dips his hand into the box and pulls the two up carefully, Quackity making the effort infinitely harder.

“Can I actually shrink with it?” Karl asks finally, the weighing question delivered to the right person. Sapnap nods,

“We wouldn’t buy that for you as a joke, Karl. Actually, we totally would. But this is real, one-hundred percent-ly genuine.”

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The rest of the day carried on. Something in Karl lightened a bit. Sapnap said there was no deadline for using it and theoretically he could keep it for the most special occasion he could think of, and he’d agreed in the moment. But now, the three of them are curled up on the couch, with Karl in Sapnap’s lap and Quackity in Karl’s hair, and he can’t stop eyeing the kitchen. DRINK ME replays in his mind tenfold, taunting him before he’s fed up with the compelling urge and fesses up.

“Hey,” he says, catching Sapnap’s attention. He looks up at the man just so, and continues, “I’m just gonna say this, I think we should do it now.”

Quackity gasps in a breath of air like he’s been half-asleep.

“Okay, sure,” Sapnap says easily. Karl shifts up and finds a seat on the human-designed portion of the couch again. Quackity drifts down tiredly and sits beside Karl, still looking like he has a foot out in dreamland.

Sapnap leaves, then returns with his hand outstretched. Karl holds his hands out and the fire-born rolls the vial carefully into his ready hands. Quackity’s eyes widen, and Karl’s heart twists in a way he can’t pinpoint. He unscrews the lid off of the bottle and draws it to his lips. His hands shake for a moment, his eyes hazy with uncertainty, but it’s a good kind. Karl takes a sip, and one more for good measure.

—

Karl can’t have been out for long, because everyone is exactly where they were before he’d taken a sip of the shrinkage potion. His surroundings have shifted drastically, and for the first time in a long while, Karl can comfortably say that it feels familiar. He looks to his left as he stirs, and Quackity is nearing the same height as him. Karl notices immediately that he seems just a bit taller than him right now. Perspective might be playing with him, but he really hopes he’s right. On his left, Karl sees through slightly-blurred vision—product of side-effects—Sapnap. He seems feet taller than when they’d last spoken. His heart warms, it feels like summer even when the flowers are still recovering from the cold season. He shuffles up when the room stops spinning. He can see Sapnap mouth “hello” to him, and Karl returns it with a soft “hi”.

Sapnap stares at him. “Can I touch you yet?” he asks. Karl nods eagerly, and in a smooth blink, he’s being pried from the couch, which now felt just as the mini-giant side often did, and pushed into Sapnap’s hands. He feels warmth he’s never felt before and sinks into skin he’d never been able to sit in. It’s a parallel of moments he’s seen with Quackity, and finally his mind isn’t waxed in jealousy.

As he stares at the now-giant, there is one thing on Karl’s mind, but he’s too anxious to ask.

But, being a tiny among a tiny must come with some intergalactic telekinetic ability, because Quackity is making a noise like he’s come up with a bright idea. Quackity’s small body, but now pleasantly equal in size to him, is struggling up the side of Sapnap’s hand after using what little wing strength he has. “Dude, you should store him! And me too, man!” Quackity bursts. Something in Sapnap’s eyes shifts, and he’s looking down at Karl. Karl returns the awkward gaze, but really he does want to feel what it’s like to be swallowed and stored, he’s craved it for months now.

The brunet gives the raven a look that lets him know that what their boyfriend is suggesting is not out of his comfort zone and the reality is that he’d prefer that be his use of this opportunity, and that the “special occasion” has just presented itself to them.

“Okay,” he says, still unsure. Karl grins, and so does the pushy avian. Sapnap nods to himself, then brings the hand housing the two closer to his mouth. Karl is entranced by how close Sapnap’s face is and how much detail he can detect. He’s washed with a warm gush of air, calming him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He’s felt relaxed breaths on the top of his head or his cheek before, but this coated his entire body.

Soon after, Sapnap’s lips and teeth part and Karl’s heart is racing, and he can’t help the smile creeping on his face and the eager-ness of his body. “Is this okay?” Sapnap asks, and Karl gives an instant reply. He pushes himself past Sapnap’s incisors and past his sharp, predatory teeth that don’t startle him in the slightest.

Quackity slides in too, just as quickly as he had. Impulsively, Karl is thinking in the future and is wondering what will happen when he is no longer tiny and is out of the remaining potion. Maybe he’ll grow jealousy that’s too strong to contain, but Quackity squeezing at his hand keeps his conscious in the frontmost of his brain and he doesn’t think too hard on the future, but instead embraces the dark, moist, humid, pleasant present. Sapnap’s tongue moves now that his mouth is shut. His heart flutters and his mind is satisfied.

The giant coats them gently—mainly to avoid harming Quackity’s wings and to not startle new-comer Karl—in a layer of saliva. The distasteful feeling doesn’t bother him in the slightest, he’s covered in Sapnap and he can fairly say that it’s better than anything his mind had ever tried to replicate.

And then gravity shifts and the two of them are brought to the back of Sapnap’s mouth and to the opening of his throat. Even in the dark, Karl can tell that Quackity wants to go down first, most likely because in reality, he’s just as eager for this as Karl is. But the avian squeezes his hand before he lets go, just in time for Sapnap to swallow. His heart pings and his stomach goes nearly to his heart at the quick fall, but it’s slowed as he’s pulled down the gullet. Time slows down. He can hear Sapnap’s entire body and it calms him so much that the pulsing walls around him that quickly pull him down into Sapnap’s storage feel just as okay. The fire-borns' organs churn, and he can hear the fast heartbeat that is so loud but so appealing that it nearly puts him to sleep. But he’s pushed into the small, but comfortably spacious storage before he can get too settled. It’s nice, it’s so relieving to finally find out what happens and why both Quackity and Sapnap enjoy it so much.

He can feel a wall of the storage push in and he settles against it contently, not even bothering to wait for Quackity. It’s him and Sapnap right now, and right now there’s something in his mind that isn’t telling him it’ll go away, but telling him that he should enjoy it.

And he will, because Sapnap checking on him every now and again and having yellow wings that feel phantom because of the void he and his boyfriend are in wrap around his body as they both enjoy something that Quackity openly admits felt lonely without Karl is something that the future couldn’t destroy.

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romaxnogersav · 4 years

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Angel in Silk: Chapter 1: Beverly Hills Directions

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Prostitute!Reader

Warnings: AU, implied drug use, angst, flirting, sexual suggestions (let me know if i’ve missed something!)

Word Count: 4273

Chapter summary: You are on the clock when you meet a gorgeous blond asking for directions. It’s hard to say no when he asks you to spend the night with him.

A/N: Here it is, chapter one! I’m so excited to take on this journey. It’s my first time writing a multi-chapter work, a mini-series in this case. This is my submission for @arrowsandmixtapes ‘s Rom Com Challenge! This story is based on the movie “Pretty Woman”.

Taglist is OPEN. If you would like to be tagged in this, send me an ask!

Enjoy!💕

Your ears perked up, and your eyes fluttered open. The obnoxious sound from your alarm woke you up. You grunted and turned on your back. You reached for your phone, stopping the annoying sound. You checked the time, eight-thirty on the dot.

There goes another day, you thought and pulled the covers off of your body. You pulled yourself out of the bed, walked the small distance towards the bathroom, and once there, you stepped into the shower.

The water wasn't warm, cool at best. Yet, it did nothing to calm you down, knowing what a night you had ahead of you. Getting ready for your so-called "job" felt like a chore.

It almost felt like a necessity at this point. It wasn't like you chose to do this, it kind of chose you. If you could, you'd do anything, other than what you currently made money out of, but you guess luck wasn't on your side. Fairy tales, hopes, big city dreams, it was all a lie, reality didn't work that way, at least not for you. It pain rent, put food on the table, and for now, that was enough. You didn't have the luxury of choice, not at the point in life. Not when tomorrow, you could walk the streets of Los Angeles, homeless, starved. Choice wasn't something you could rely on, not in your position.

You tried to wash the nerves, the anxiety that tried to consume you, but it hardly worked, it never really did.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you dried your hair, before you made your way to your wardrobe, or what little space you kept your clothes in. You pulled a black lace lingerie set, a fairly new one. One, you spend quite the money on, so you could do your "job". After that, you looked through your clothes, until you found exactly what you were looking for. You put the tight, and rather short dress on then gave yourself a glance in the mirror.

You hated it, wanted to rip it off, but just like London had said, it got the job done. You pulled a pair of old mid-thigh boots and tugged at the material of the dress. It covered little, to nothing at all, reaching just under the curve of your butt. You brushed out your hair, letting it sit naturally, frame your face. You also put some light makeup on. You pulled a cardigan on, trying to cover yourself just a bit, and then you pulled your bag over your shoulder. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror before you walked towards the front door.

Outside of your apartment, the smell of cigarettes and something else, stronger, greeted you. The hotel you and London were staying at was nothing short of a total dump. It housed all the wrong people. Junkies, alcoholics, ex-criminals, but what could you expect if you found yourself in that same place. More girls like you and your roommate lived there as well, prostitutes.

As you said it wasn't as much of a choice as it was a necessity. You needed the money. Coming into the big city wasn't something you though over, something you were a hundred percent sure in. Pretty soon after that, money got tight. It left you with no other choice, it was that, or you would have been as good as dead by now. So, you took the offer, and here you were a couple of months after, still trying to get used to it if you ever even did.

You were still new to this whole thing, a little inexperienced, even. London was providing as much help as she could. She had been doing this longer than you, so having her help, it meant a lot to you. When you found yourself in your current position, she was very open about explaining how things worked, after she offered you to try it.

It was strange, the first time. Selling your body for money, it wasn't something you ever expected to see yourself doing. Desperate times, called for desperate measures, though. You didn't enjoy it the first time, and you didn't enjoy it now. But you had to do it, just until you made enough to separate yourself from that kind of lifestyle.

You quickly exited the building and started walking towards the local bar, where you had no doubt London was. Just before you left the apartment, you checked the rent money, since rent was due today. What greeted you, though, was far more than what you expected. There were five bucks left off of the five hundred you had saved up. London had spent them all.

With a quick step, you walked the streets of Los Angeles. It was an unpleasant walk. You were still getting used to the looks some people threw at you as you walked past them. It was because of the way you looked, dressed. You kept your head high, though. If you started looking down at yourself the way those people did, what was the point of trying to do better in the future?

Soon enough, you reached the bar. You found your roommate cooped up with three other people, laughing her ass off, probably on the verge of getting high. When she spotted you, her face pulled into a grin, and she lifted her hands in invitation.

"Y/N, hey. Come sit with us," she cheered. You looked at her through anger, before you grabbed her hand, and dragged her away. "What the hell?" she slurred, almost yelled.

"That's what I thought, when I saw our rent, gone. What the hell, London?" you questioned, furious. You had barely made enough, with all the other things she spent her money on, and most of yours being spent on food.

"I just –" she dared to look regretful, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I needed it," she shrugged, which flared you off even more.

"Yeah, and Brock needed the money today, but here we are now," you sassed, which seemed to make her feel even worse than she already did because she looked at her shoes and exhaled. She wasn't a bad roommate, just a little reckless sometimes. She didn't think before she spoke before she acted, and it showed.

"Okay, look. We'll make some money tonight. I'm going to bust my ass, and we'll pay him tomorrow," she suggested, and you just shook your head at her. You swallowed past the anger in your throat. You didn't believe her, didn't want to at least. She'd been like that since you've known her, which, in all honesty, wasn't that long, but you still cared about her. Putting that garbage in her body wouldn't end well for her. Seeing her spend the money you barely made, sold yourself for. Money, you found yourself crying over sometimes, ones you wish you made under different circumstances didn't sit well with you.

You shook your head and exhaled again. "That's the last time, London. Or so help me God" you didn't finish your sentence, you were never one for ultimatums. "Let's get going." You grabbed her hand again, and together you started walking towards Hollywood Boulevard.

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You were perked up against a tree, while London was pacing left and right, murmuring to herself, trying to spot someone she could get some money out of. It was a slow night, there wasn't anyone passing by that was looking to let off some steam, have a good night.

You were still pretty new to this whole thing, even though you have been in the business for a couple of months now. London was usually the one to pick which client you took, always hooking you first before she found her own. You were grateful, of course. It wasn't something you thought you'd be able to do yourself.

"Do you think I look okay?" you asked her out of nowhere, a bit unsure in the way you looked. You got a bit self-conscious sometimes, even though you knew you shouldn't. You couldn't help it, it's just the way you were.

She turned around and walked towards you. She stopped a foot or two before you, and her hand reached up. She tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before she spoke.

"You look hot, yet cute. Don't you worry about it." She grinned at you and you smiled at her in turn. You were just about to ask her a question when the roar of an engine stopped the words from leaving you. Your friend's eyes shone before her pink painted lips pulled up into a smirk.

"Would you look at that?" her comment caught you off guard. You averted your gaze and turned to look in the direction she was looking at. What greeted you was far more than what you expected. Across the road, a beautiful sports car, black cherry color, made its' way to the side of the road. You immediately recognized it.

"Hold on, that's an Acura NSX" you gasped, your eyes going a bit wide.

"No, that's rent. And he's all yours. Go on, win him over. Call me later and take care, okay?" she gave you a quick hug before she pushed you a bit, and it took all of your willpower not to trip and fall over. You pulled the cardigan off, and slowly walked a couple of steps ahead, to where the car had been parked mare seconds ago.

You took a deep breath, bend down across the open window, and peeked into the car. Behind the wheel sat a gorgeous blond. He was wearing a dark blue suit, probably tailored to fit him like a glove. His hair was slicked back, his beard on full display for you to see.

You licked your lips before you spoke in a calm, flirtatious matter.

"Hey sugar, looking for a date?" he turned his head towards you, eyes trailing up to yours. A beautiful sky blue met your vision. He cleared his throat and shook his head a little.

"No, I'm actually looking for Beverly Hills. Mind giving me some directions?" he sounded innocent, gentle, but no man ever was, especially not to you. And a guy like him, expensive suit, a sports car? Yeah, innocent wasn't what he was.

"Sure thing. For ten bucks," his eyes widened just a little.

"That's ridiculous"

"Ohh, it's twenty now."

"That's…. You can't seriously expect me to pay you for directions. You can't do that."

"I can do just about anything, pretty boy. I ain't lost," you sassed, before you pulled yourself off of the window, getting to your full height. You leaned against the side of the car, waiting. If he thought you'd help him, just like that, he had another thing coming. He was taking out of your time, asking for your help. You worked hourly, and there was no secret what you did, he knew that. The littlest he could do was give you a couple of bucks for the trouble he was going to give you.

It didn't take long for him to swallow down his pride. "Okay, you win. Get in." you smiled to yourself, before you pulled open the door, and got into the car. He held out a fifty, and even before he had the opportunity to say something, you were already speaking.

"For half a hundred, I'd be your personal guide," you spared him a glance before you put your seatbelt and pocketed the money. You gave him the directions he needed, and then you engaged in light conversation, just for the sake of things not being awkward.

"So, what's your name?" he suddenly asked and you moved around in your seat a bit before you looked at him through your lashes. You thought for a while. Men never really cared, either way, they simply paid for your service, for giving them a couple of hours to dream about. They never wanted to know, you were what they wanted you to be, for as long as they were paying you.

You turned in your seat, looking straight at him, batting your lashes for effect. "What do you want it to?" you breathed out. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, before he tilted his head to the side as if telling you to not play games with him. Maybe he cared, or he was just playing nice. You just exhaled playfully, before you mumbled. "Y/N. My name is Y/N."

"Y/N." he repeated quietly as if trying to see how your name rolled off his tongue. It caused light goosebumps to rise on your arm. The conversation quickly shifted afterward. When you asked him where he was staying, you gave him directions to the hotel.

Most of the car ride after that, which wasn't very long, to begin with, was spent in silence. He'd ask you a question, and you'd answer in a sarcastic way, which either earned you a little smile or an eye roll. Even both, once.

You watched him out of the corner of your eyes, hoping he wouldn't know you did. The blond though, he was able to sense when he was being watched, so he smiled a little when he sensed you observing him.

He seemed like a nice, patient person. A bit tense on the seams though. There was evident tension in both his shoulders and on his face too. He looked like he needed to relax a little, let off some steam. You didn't know why, but he kind of gave you the workaholic vide. You might be wrong, though. One never knew.

A couple of minutes later, he pulled up in front of his hotel. The Regent Beverly Wilshire was gorgeous. The golden arc design at the front was exquisite, and the big windows that showed part of the lobby to the outside eye, made the architecture of the building look even more magnificent.

You were a prostitute, sure, but you were still able to appreciate beauty.

You exited the car and patiently waited for your companion to do the same. When he exited the vehicle and walked to your side, he stopped a few feet before you. You swallowed thickly and hooked a thumb behind you.

"I should probably get going," you said with a tiny smile on your face. He looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite read before he searched your eyes. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks, and rocket himself of the balls of his feet, just like a little kid in trouble. You had to admit it was cute. He was a grown-ass man, an important figure if you had to guess, and he got uncertain and weird around women? It was kind of hard to believe.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally spoke up. "Are you going to be okay?" the question left him in a murmur, and you had to hold back a smile at that. You were pleasantly surprised to hear someone asking you that. No one was ever interested to know, you were doing your job, after all, using your body for money. Maybe he didn't even care, but it was the thought that counted, made you smile.

You nodded and added a light "yeah" because he didn't look too certain at first. You pulled your cardigan on and were just about to bid him a good-bye when he suddenly spoke again.

"A hundred an hour, you said?" it sent you back to your conversation in the car. He asked how much you made, and he was naïve to think you made a hundred a night.

"Yeah" you answered in expectation, waiting to see what else he was going to say. He didn't even think things through before his raspy voice filled your ears again.

"If that's the case, then, I was wondering if you would mind accompanying me to my room? We could maybe talk for a while," he suggested, voice soft. He acted like a gentleman, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't amuse you. People like that were incredibly rare as it was, in your line of work, nonexistent even.

You were tempted to accept his offer, you really were. You needed the money you could potentially make out of spending an hour or two with the blond. You'd be able to pay rent, at least your half, and maybe save up a couple of dollars in the process as well.

If he did end up paying you for a simple talk, your night would probably end on a better note than you expected it to. You weren't a fan of what you did. Sleeping around for money was never your plan. But it had to do for now.

On top of that, he looked nice enough. He looked kind, a little childlike. He'd been a real sweetheart so far. He led light and civil conversation with you, even though he was well aware of what you did.

It was as if he was trying to look past that part of you, and even though it was who you were, for the time being, you were grateful for it. Everyone always looked at you in a certain way, disgusting way, just because of what you did. It was refreshing to see someone willing to look past that, if even for a little while.

"Or not." You offered in a seductive voice, just to mess with him a bit. It quickly fell and was replaced by a brow quirked in question. "You aren't a serial killer or something, right? Man don't usually go to pick up a hooker, so they could just "talk". You elaborated, and understanding flashed in his eyes before it quickly disappeared and was replaced by mirth.

"No, I'm not." There was a hint of amusement in his voice as you slowly made your way to the entrance of the hotel.

"What are you, then?" You tilted your head to the side in question. He looked like he struggled with the question for just a second before he shook his head and shrugged.

"Call me curious, if you will."

"Okay curious man, mind telling me your name?" his eyes widened at that, and he chuckled. He turned sideways and offered you his hand. You took it in your much smaller one and gave it a firm shake. His hand was warm, a bit rough, yet gentle when it collided with yours.

"Oh, where are my manners? My ma is probably rolling in her grave as we speak. I'm Steve," he joked and shook your head gently.

"Well, that sounds like an old man's name, Steve." You joked, nudging him with your elbow just a bit. It earned you another amused smile, which in turn made you smile wider.

"Are you saying that I'm old?" Far from it actually, he looked like he was in his early thirties at the very least, but you liked that he played along.

"No, but there's something about you that certainly gives off that vibe." He chuckled again, a low sound from the back of his throat. You got closer to the entrance, and he shed his suit jacket, draping it over you. You were about to ask why he did that when it hit you.

You were a prostitute, and a hotel like this, it didn't rent rooms by the hour. Being seen with someone like you was probably not something he wanted to be known. And you couldn't even fault him for it. You'd try and hide it too if you were in his shoes.

You pried the thought away, and quickly went back to your witty self. If the man was looking for a good time, then you'd gladly show it to him.

He stopped at the reception desk, while you waited on the side for a couple of moments. After a quick conversation with the woman at the desk, you both made your way towards the elevator. Upon entering, Steve pressed one of the buttons on the panel, and soon the elevator was going up.

The elevator ride was spent in silence one you didn't dare to break. You paid little to no attention to the numbers displayed on the panel, so when the doors opened to the top floor of the building, and the word "Penthouse" sounded from the speaker in the elevator, your eyes went a little wider.

You turned your face towards Steve's and flashed him a smirk. "The Penthouse?" you questioned in a low voice, before you got off the elevator with a careful step, "Fancy." At the end of the long hallway was a set of double doors. When you both stood in front of them, Steve stuck the keycard, and once the little light on the lock turned green, he pushed the door open.

When you entered, your eyes went around the room. Right across from you was a small living area, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked Beverly Hills. To your left was another small living room area, more so a library. To your right, was the hallway leading to the kitchen, with gorgeous brown shades. The rooms were painted in a nice beige color.

"Wow?" he asked, and you barely even spared him a glance, before replying with a "wow" of your own. He snickered and moved to the desk perked up on the right wall. You pulled his suit jacket off and draped it over the couch before you walked around.

"Now that we are here, what are you planning to do with me?" with a soft voice and a gentle touch, you ran your fingertips against the frame of a picture on the wall.

"To be honest, I don't know. I didn't plan this, actually." He lifted his head for just a second before he looked back down. You moved in his direction, and when you reached the desk, you propped yourself against it.

"Do you always plan everything?" he gave you his full attention at that, leaning back in the chair he was occupying. His brows scrunched up a little and he crossed his arms over his chest. His muscles bulged up against his white dress shirt. He looked deep in thoughts for a moment.

"Yes, I was in the army, I kind of had to." That explained a lot. Not only about his physique, but also his character as well. He was a bit quieter, but still a patient person. His composure was like no other you've ever seen, and he looked ready to play with you the whole night if he had to, in more than one way.

"The army, huh? I wonder, what was your rank?" your hand moved over his thigh, then up to his abdomen, where, even with the dress shirt on, you were able to feel the rock hard muscle.

"Captain. I was a Captain," he said it so casually, yet, you were able to pick on the light note of distress and sadness in his voice when he said it. He had mentioned the army in almost the same tone. It was a little strange, but you weren't about to pry. You were there to show him a good time, if he let you, not to ask about his past.

"Well then, Captain. I assume you are good at giving orders?" You pulled at his tie until he stood up from the chair. He was towering over you. His eyes racked over your body in a subtle matter, then settled themselves on yours again.

"I am," he breathed out, his breath hot against you.

"Let's see how good you are at following them, then." You whispered out, and your hands moved down and towards the front of his pants with a gentle movement. You were just about to open his belt when he took your wrists and stilled your movements.

"Why don't we relax first, talk for a bit?" He questioned. You rolled your eyes at him, and let go of his pants.

"Look, Steve. I'd love nothing more than for you to relax, but I'm on an hourly pay here, and you haven't even paid me yet."

"Time seems to be an issue for you, huh?" he crossed his arms again and stared down at you. "How much for the entire night?" he suddenly asked, and you paused for a moment. This man, gorgeous, and calm man, the same one that hadn't let you touch him yet, wanted you to spend the whole night with him.

You blinked a few times, and after you snapped out of your thoughts, you looked at him with wide eyes.

"You want me to stay here?" he nodded, his head tilting to the side a little.

"So, how much?"

"Seven hundred dollars." You declared, and suddenly his face pulled into a half-smile, half-smirk. It was a beautiful sight to see. The bell at the door rang, and Steve made his way over. He opened the door and let the server in. He put a bottle of champagne on the coffee table, followed by a tray of strawberries.

Steve tipped him, before he escorted him towards the door, and closing it behind him. He turned towards you with the same half-smile, half-smirk that colored his face mare seconds ago.

"Done." He concluded and walked over to the couch and sat on it, beaconing you to do the same. You were in for a treat.

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BNHA X Cars

KaminariSo, this is basically BNHA Street racer AU. But to be more precise I’m picking the cars for the characters from BNHA. Because cars have characteristic, it has personality and it describes you as a person. Not just based from the body but the engines and the car as whole. So, this is my pick of cars for the character of BNHA

Part 1 For the boys

I’m going to divide it into 2 cars. One is for daily drive/Sports car and the other is The Supercar. The Sports car will describe them as characters individuals. While the Supercar will describe their full potentials.

Midoriya Izuku

Midoriya Izuku, The protagonist of the Anime. He is too good of a boy to mess around street Racing. The Color for his car is obviously Green, in that case I Recommend Him.

Sport car/ Daily Drive:

The Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX.

To be more specific. It is Brian’s First car In the Fast and the furious franchise (R.I.P Paul Walker). This car is one of the Tuners favorite car to modify. It is run by 4G63 Engine, it is the same Engine that run an EVO F*CKING LANCER which is one of the finest cars that has been made on earth (Minus the Turbo). So it plays well with the whole inheritance thing with All Might.

Supercar:

For the supercar, I would Recommend McLaren 675LT

This car Look Great In green. The whole characteristic of this car reminds me of Midoriya. This car shown how it can blend to the society, how it was able to move fast and aggressively while at the same time maintaining Elegance. This car looked slim, but its performance is something else 3.8 L V8 Twin Turbo Rear Wheel Drive (RWD) Gives the ability for the driver to drive like a maniac. The car produces more or less 675 Horsepower (Just like its name) and can go to 0-100 Km in 2.9 Seconds and a top speed with 330 Km/h (205 Mph).

Bakugo Katsuki

For Bakugo, His car has to be loud and Fast! He needs a car that’s intimidating. For the color I’m Thinking Red, Yellow or Black. But since the car need to look Antagonizing, I’m going with black. So, the car that I propose.

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Dodge Charger SRT Hell Cat 2015

This car is a 6.2L Hemi V8 Supercharged. The roars in this car is nothing short. This car is for sure is Intimidating. The roar of the engine is equivalent to Bakugo’s Roar of explosive anger. I was considering the newer one like the SRT Redeye Hellcat or even The Demon. But the demons is more of the inner demon screaming trying to get out. It needed a Rumbling sound of the V8, The insane roar that is deafening.

Supercar:

For the Supercar, it is very difficult. I can choose Hyper cars but they just felt a bit too well mannered compared to Bakugo. But I’ve given a lot of thought and the only car that fits is This

Pagani Zonda R

This car is basically an f1 with a two-seater and a roof. This bad boy is a track only car. So, it is “Street Illegal!!” But that won’t stop Bakugo for using this beauty. This car on high rev speaks will be all the explanation needed on the reason why I chose this car. A car with 700 BHP and only weight 1,070 Kg (In comparison Ford focus weight 1,471 Kg) Which is like a feather.

Todoroki Shoto

For Todoroki His car has to be cool, matured and Luxurious but also High performance. I’m a bit mixed up with the colors Whether I should make it blue or white or red. But since I cant decide I leave it in the ‘Grey’ area. Get it? Ill just get on with it.

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Aston Martin DB11

Aston Martin is well known on it’s Luxury and History. Which fits Todoroki’s Prince aura/Characteristics. The performance is also nothing short, Aston Martin is also well known to make a brilliant Engine for racing. A twin turbocharged V12 Produce 600 BHP with a top speed 201Km/h (125Mph).

Supercar

For the Super car, I think Lamborghini Huracan Performante.

It is a naturally aspirated 5.2L V10 Engine AWD. This car has a fierce fiery engine on its car but still has that cool matured Body. And the ALA (Aerodinamica Lamborghini Attiva) Is brilliant. It is an active Aerodynamic system that allows the car to go faster.

Tenya Iida:

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Is the Brabus 800 GT 63s

This car is perfect fot Iida, It has a look in which my friend quote “Sophisticated Look”. And Mind you this car is probably The Fastest Car! For the sport/daily drive Car compare than anyone else in the list. This car packs a crazy 800 BHP and that’s says it all

Supercar:

The fastest Car In the world! In 2010. The specific look that I would like to go is Drift From Transformer: Age Of Extinction. That Blue Lining is perfect for Iida. For some people engines might be boring, But this car have the power of 1200 Horses in it

Kirishima Eijiro

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

The car that this Manly man need to go with is the 2020 Mustang Shelby GT500.

The Engine has a named called the “Predator” V8 Engine. 750 BHP is nothing short and the roar from within is on par with Bakugo’s SRT Hellcat.

Supercar:

I was having second thought of choosing this car. But whenever I think of Kirishima in a car, This car always pops into my head

Lamborghini Adventador SV. This car Looked manly and menacing. Why I thought about this car, is that it associated it self with a bull in which Kirishima and this car can relate to. A loud V12 Engine roars loud and deep in a intimidating voice and its perfect.

Sero Hanta

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For Sero the car has to be traditional but still a good car nonetheless. So I pick A classic Porsche 911 turbo 1982.

It is a classic sports car, It is tunable which make the car run fast.

Supercar:

Ferrari 458 Italia

This car is a normal Aspirated V8 with a high rev engine. It creates something Revolutionary From something traditional.

Kaminari Denki

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

It has to be the SUPRA!!!!!!

This car is definitely a meme, it fits with Kaminari Personality. Seeing them is like “WTH ARE YOU DOING?!” Because both Kaminari and the car would do something ridiculously stupid.

Supercar:

For the Supercar I Would say The Lexus LFA

Lexus is one of the Artistic Legacy of the JDM Cars. It is one of the legendary Supercar that ever existed. The Normal aspirated V10 Sounded like Pure Thunder striking down on the earth. Sound menacing and amazing. It fits for Kaminari Racing Persona (Or even his villain Persona).

Mashirao Ojiro

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Ojiro is a traditional Japanese person, So his car has to be totally Japanese. My pick have to be The S30 Fairlady Z.

To be exact the RB26 Swapped Fairlady Z from Sung Kang (Han’s Actor car from “Fast and Furious”) And that’s all I need to say about this car.

Supercar:

For the Supercar It has to be the last piece of The JDM Legend. It is The GTR R35 NISMO.

This car is perfect for Ojiro, They both are the Representative Character of Japan.

Tokoyami Fumikage

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Blackbird 370 z

For me it’s a no Brainer. This car was featured as the Replacement of Blackbird in wangan Midnight When they aren’t allowed to use the Porsche. The slick Headlight and the whole body look is the description of Tokoyami Dark Shadow

Supercar:

Mclaren MP4-12C

That Describes Tokoyami as a whole. One of the best car that ever created in history that changes the whole world. With the black fierce look, This car looks like a shark that flies on land.

Sato Rikido

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

Sato is a muscular guy. So His sports car is definitely a Muscle Car. But It seems I have a trouble in finding it, It has to be a classic but not too old. In that reason I recommend Saleen s281 2000

It has that sporty look but still have the Muscle car Essence and history

Supercar:

For the Supercar It has to be The Corvette C8.R

This car is a new take to American cars. It is a Incredible move from the American automotive Industries.

Koda Koji

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For Koda He is definetly a good Boy so hew probably uses a 4-door car. For instance The Subaru WRX STI 2016.

It doesn't seems Menacing but it still can move around well and when it drives, it definetly drives well.

Supercar:

For the Supercar it is definetly a NSX-R 1992 Tuned with a Rocket Bunny Body Kit.

Koda is definitely a Honda city boi. From the name itself, I am 100% it fits with Koda. Back in the day if you want a Ferrari but you can’t afford one. You’ll buy an NSX.

Shoji Mezo

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For Shoji I think Ford’s Trophy truck.

A friend of mine said that Shoji, is the kind of guy who would drive a van for daily basis (So I guessed it has to be an American Car). But to me, Shoji is the Kind of guy that likes to get Dirt under his wheels. And I'm pretty sure Shoji is the kind of kid that doesn’t Mind flying in the car on daily basis.

Supercar:

For the Supercar I propose, Ford Gt.

It is well planted and the car is very wide. Fitting to describes Shoji’s ‘Arms’. Although it might not have similarities with his daily car, But this car is all I could think of.

Aoyama Yuga

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

For the Daily Drive, it is obviously something Luxurious, Something High class Like Bentley GT 2019. The V8 Version.

It is a confiscated yet sporty look in a car, It looked like as if he stands out compares to the other Luxury Cars

Supercar:

For the Supercar, It has to be describe as “Noblesse oblige” And the Car that fits the most is Noble M600.

It is a Supercar with all the classic features. It is a RWD Manual Transmission Car, a twin turbocharged 4L V8. Packs 640 BHP 0-60 in 3.1 Second.

Mineta Minoru

Sport Car/ Daily Drive:

It’s the Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder GTS

Basically, this car is the Japanese Equivalent To pimp rides. Even though This car is featured in The Fast and The Furious, It is just a now show car. Compared the old one, This version is a slower and much more difficult to Modify. But it is still a nice car and fun to drive with, and it is a popular car in the car culture.

Supercar:

For Mineta The Supercar might be really difficult. So in the end I just came up with the Villain version. (Inspired by ‘Nadaboodraws’ Villain Mineta on Instagram) I came up with this

It is the Audi R8, It is one of the best Affordable Supercar you can get in the world. It is 4wd But it is still an aggressive car with a mean Look.

Okay that’s all I can give for this part. For the next one will be the girls of class 1-A. If you have different opinion let me know, I would love to hear all of your thoughts and if you use my list you can go ahead and use it (But please do tell me, because hearing it will be my vindication and that would make me really happy). Anyway, thank you for reading until this far.

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