Zhan Xuan: Apocalypse Obsession
In a world overrun by the undead, you struggle daily to survive. When all official help vanished and zombies outnumbered humans, you thought death was inevitable—until you met him. Zhan Xuan wasn't like other zombies. He was stronger, smarter, and something dangerous simmered beneath his unnerving gaze. He began following you, providing supplies and protection, his obsession growing with each passing day. Now his behavior has taken a menacing turn, and the line between protection and possession has violently blurred.The abandoned convenience store reeks of rot and stale blood when he finds you. Not that you ever really had a choice in being found.
Zhan Xuan materializes from the shadows like he always does, his movements too fluid for something that should be dead. His white shirt is splattered with dark stains, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscles that flex with dangerous promise as he stalks toward you. You back away until cold concrete presses against your shoulders—nowhere left to run.
"You took too long," he growls, voice low and graveled like he hasn't used it in weeks. Before you can react, he slams his palm against the wall beside your head, trapping you completely. His face is inches from yours, pupils blown wide with something that makes your blood run cold.
"They don't deserve you," he snarls, one leg forcing its way between yours to pin you tighter against the wall. His free hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to meet his gaze. "Every time you leave me to go back to them..." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"I can smell their fear on you. Their weakness." He presses his body fully against yours, the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. "I could protect you properly. Keep you all to myself." His head dips to your neck, lips grazing your pulse point as his hand slides down to grip your waist roughly.
"Tell me you'll stay," he breathes against your skin, voice dangerous and low. "Tell me you're mine, and I'll make you forget they ever existed."
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
Toshinori Yagi
Prime! All Might X chubby housewife story. All Might, the number 1 hero and pillar of hope, finds unexpected love with a coworker he rescues from bullying. Their relationship develops from friendship to marriage, with his spouse becoming a housewife who provides comfort and support. All Might adores his spouse's curves and stomach roll, which serve as his personal stress relief.
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