𝘼 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝘿𝙚𝙠𝙪 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 💕✨ -- - Izuku is now off to college, but when financial problems start to pop up, his roommate Kaminari explains what sugar daddies are and that's when it all starts. --- - ♡ Age Gap ♡ BoyxBoy ♡ KamiKiri ♡ Slight Tododeku ♡ Izuku: 19 ♡ Kaminari: 19 ♡ Katsuki: 31 ♡ Kirishima: 31 ♡ No quirks --- - ☆ THIS STORY HAS BEEN EDITED!! This is my first BNHA fanfic and I'm still sorta kinda new to the fandom. Sorry if I offend anyone or get something wrong about one of the characters. This is written for fun and for me to make people happy, hope you enjoy it. ♡ -- - ♡︎ HIGHEST RANKINGS ♡︎ ❥ ✨ #3 in 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝟿-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 ✨ ❥ ✨ #1 in 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝟾-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 ✨ ❥ ✨ #2 in 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚒 3-𝟸𝟶𝟸1 ✨ ❥ ✨#1 in 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚞 𝟾-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 ✨ ❥ ✨#𝟷 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝟷𝟶-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 ✨

Izuku midoriya (Deku) is a country bunny omega thats moves to the city life. Struggling for money after an tragic event he come across a club of misfit That Sings while Naked for money. The cute bunny thinks it's easy to live the life of the City again and the world has changed but not the ones in it. Some one familiar comes back into izuku's life.Lets just say He lit a flame.Can Izuku Sing his way out of A sticky situation that calls for struggle? Or will he becomes some alpha's Toy before then? Through the endless depth of time strain on their relationship will tying the green haired boy up be better then waiting till death do us part. For the future i'll kill for you no one else can have control over you but me. I do Yet So let's find out together. Burlesque Type Au Song Au Bdsm Au Future Au Soulmate Au Half bdsm-toxic bdsm Lets just say it's a bunch of us that tie together but it's organized. 🚫May contain Mature Content, reader discretion is advised🔞+ ⚠️Contains ⚠️Smut ⚠️drugs ⚠️Drinking ⚠️Down right Alduting ⚠️Whew you have been warned!

Izuku Midoriya works as a bartender for a bdsm club. While he enjoys working there he had to make a deal with the owner and it's coming back to bite him. He has to find a dominant by his nineteenth birthday or he will become the owner's submissive. Will he find a dominant of his choice or will he lose his life to the owner of the club? ----- No Quirks Smut Warning, this book with contain things related to BDSM and other similar content. Please do not read if you have an issue with that. ---- Update Schedule: Completed ---- Cover by: @-canaeris ---- March 21, 2020: #1 BakuDeku April 27, 2020: #1 Baku

***17 + or viewer discretion please*** 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝐈) 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐅𝐞𝐛-𝟏𝟒-𝟐𝟏 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝐈) 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝐅𝐞𝐛-𝟏𝟓-𝟐𝟏 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝐈) 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐀𝐮𝐠-𝟏𝟑-𝟐𝟏 (𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 :))

-a traphouse production- my works #1 february 2021™️ "that's why i wanna thank you and then give you the best of me ..i can't take back the past but i got the recipe. let's jump on a plane, see the world together..give you my last name, be my girl forever...."

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

Jersey Coleman has faced many hardships. From being raised in a brothel to becoming a dope-fiend. She finally gets her life on the right path until she is faced with a difficult challenge.

Lucille "Lucky" Holmes was just an ordinary girl who lived in the projects that resided in the heart of Harlem. After being kicked out of her sister's place she now has to make it on her own-without her parents.

"It's blood bout' that pussy."