Wade x Fem Character x Logan Age Regression Fanfic (All credits and rights to Marvel for the characters! Except the one I made) This is a story about a young woman who has been isolated away from the world at the hands of her father, then sent to an abandoned apartment complex at 18 to rot for the next 4 years. But fate has a funny way of changing situations. Especially when it includes a Ketchup Mustard Duo, come with her on her journey to find herself and the love she never had. This story will include mentions of Abuse, Neglect, Gore, SA (Small mention), and Violence. There will be swearing (of course) and may be mentions of self-harm in the future. Also will be some sexual talks, scenes (Not while she's in her Headspace) (Fem is African American, aka black or POC) And yes, this is a poly story. "Yeah, come read this story! By yours truly, Wade Wilson! Aka Deadpool Aka the Merc with a mouth!" Stop breaking the fourth wall and get out of my description box, Wade! Ranked #1 MxFxM 01/22/2026 Ranked #2 in Adults 01/23/2026 Ranked #1 in Avengers 02/17/2026 Ranked #1 in Villains 02/24/2026 Ranked #1 in Regression 03/14/2026 Ranked #1 in Logan 03/27/2026

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

Nevaeh is an ordinary 20 year old girl just trying to get through college. She lives with her 23 year old boyfriend, Chandler. Nevaeh is a little and Chandler is her daddy. Both are attending their everyday classes when a strange event occurs in the town. Both are forced to be released and are instructed to leave the town immediately. Nevaeh struggles to keep up as Chandler seems to take this opportunity to manipulate and control poor Nevaeh. They struggle to survive until they stumble upon a group just 6 months later after the virus outbreak. In the group, Nevaeh seems to grow an interest in Daryl Dixon. He shows a harden front but passed that front is a soft and gentle man.

When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance

Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA