Attack Titan Physique Novels & Stories

"I want you too. I want all of you." He pulls his shirt over his head and my breath stops. His body is a sculpture – years of dedicated training carved into dark skin that glows in the warm light. His stomach is ridged. His chest is broad. His arms are the kind that could hold you up against a wall and fuck you for an hour without tiring. He pushes his sweatpants down and his cock is – the biggest of the three. Thick, dark, heavy, hanging with a weight that makes my mouth water and my pussy flood.

We're all partners. (That's a lot of assumptions there, darling, but whatever, we can't let you have a weakness so keep focusing on the physical stats, we have the soul stone for the rest and besides, don't compare me to those ridiculous water snakes, not all snakes are the same, you are living proof.) (I take that as a compliment, okay, all stats in attack.) |Stats: |Attack: 67 |Physical Def: 53 |Intelligence: 29 |Magic Def: 23

She leaned forward on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the hallway where Asher had disappeared, her voice filled with admiration. The stretchy tank top clung perfectly to the man’s strong, athletic frame. Under the weight, the muscles at his nape and shoulder blades rose like small mountains, full of explosive power; his back and waist were taut and straight, forming a powerful inverted triangle; his exposed, wheat-colored arms showed clear, fluid muscle lines, robust and solid, every inch seemingly brimming with boundless energy. The sight would make anyone exclaim inwardly: Oh! My! God! He was practically the walking embodiment of hormones and the aesthetics of strength.

At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. His hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sunlight highlighted the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

He tosses a smirk at me, peeling off his dark shirt and when that clothing comes off his damned muscly build…my eyes are nearly dropping out of their sockets and my face has turned into an Inferno. Oh Lord…he’s…he’s so…I won’t ogle. But my face already gives me away and he’s now basking in his skyrocketing pride. That arrogant Alpha. He raises his shoulders with pride and I do see most of the female population gawking at his damned body. So toned and every muscle is so damn carved to perfection and bursting with a very surmounting amount of energy. Steven gets onto the platform with a smile and signals the start of the fight. I remain where I am when the girls pull me back to watch together.

Kim Nathan could just fucking change into another person when he was hurt. "I- I can't lose." He can't lose is what he thinks but it's not true, he just doesn't want to. "No. You can't lose and that is why you're gonna win, you're gonna do amazing. Hm? Get up now, just six more rounds, defend the first attack next. Come on," I encouraged suppressing my urge to kiss and hug him till he's fine. "I'm gonna do amazing," he repeated and I nodded my head in agreement, watching the timer tick down to five seconds indicating that it was my time to jump down from the leveled up space.

I brought my eyes up to look at his handsome face and simply nodded. I suddenly thought that through the years, Axel was becoming more and more handsome and toned. He was wearing a tight white shirt under a blue denim jacket, paired with the same color of denim pants and white rubber shoes. He had long dark brown hair that reached only up to his shoulders. He pulled it up to a neat and tight ponytail today. On most days, he would usually let his hair loose, and comb it thoroughly, and sometimes he wouldn't. His tanned body and huge muscles have done it all for me. Every time our bodies accidentally touch while taking a group photo or being stuck in a crowded place, my body would freeze feeli

He pushed the bathroom door open with a shoulder, not expecting anything but then a sight made him freeze in his tracks. William stood at the far end of the bathroom, one hand braced on the sink and the other stroking his cock slowly. His shirt was bunched just above his waist, his leotard pushed down to mid-thigh, exposing his lean, dancer’s frame of corded muscle and smooth skin. His mouth was slightly open, while his breath grew shallow. His head was thrown back while his eyes were closed picturing whatever he was jerking off to. Pete’s throat went dry. Watching William should’ve been awkward, it should’ve been gross. But it wasn’t. He wanted to leave but his legs betrayed him so instead

No place else either of them would rather be. "Take, take off your shirt," she panted, "I need to see that amazing body of yours!" Eager to comply, enjoying this take-control side of her, Asher slipped his arms to the bottom of his shirt, detaching himself from her chest. As swiftly as he could he pulled it from his torso and tossed it across the room, spreading his arms and flexing slightly for his girlfriend's pleasure; if there was one thing Asher was confident about it was his body. Hours at the gym every week for years combined with the physically-demanding nature of his job gave him a powerful physique, his biceps bigger than his own face, his pecs protruding and firm, his stomach roun

He claimed that he needed it for fuel, but in all honesty, that man just likes to eat. If he didn’t have his fast metabolism, I wonder what he would look like. Probably a big giant with a big pot belly instead of a six-pack. It wouldn’t make him any less handsome, though. Raiden has the kind of charisma that goes with any body. When we entered the mess hall, we both spotted Atalanta right away. Mostly because she was wearing something she never wears. Very tight legging and a sports bra. Just a sports bra. I could see she needed to eat more, but that didn’t diminish her beauty. The closer we got, the more I realized she had been working out. She was still sweaty, and I could smell her.