Deku Shirtless Fanart Novels & Stories

“You can take the hoodie off if you want. It’s warm in here and it looks heavy.” Dex paused mid-bite. Then he rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “Yeah, probably. But I’m not wearing anything underneath it.” I blinked. “Nothing at all?” “Briefs,” he said with a small shrug. “No shirt though.” I cleared my throat and looked back down at my plate. “That’s fine. Not like I haven’t seen your chest before.” Dex smirked. Then in one smooth, unhurried motion he reached down and pulled the hoodie up and over his head.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

I continued, changing the subject just enough to keep her guessing, “they’re starting a fan club for me.” Aria rolled her eyes. “You must be thrilled.” “It’s going to be wild. Girls wanting me to sign their boobs, I heard.” “Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath. I popped open my locker, dug around for a second, and pulled out the shirt I had been saving. Holding it up, I proudly displayed it for her. Black cotton, bold white letters, a photo of me mid-throw on the field, and under it in cheesy gold lettering: Kai Blackthorn’s No. 1 Fan.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

had driven parents all over the world mad! “What’s this?” suddenly huskily sounded behind me. I spun around and--- and for the love of---! Didn’t the man own any shirts?! Apparently not, because striding into the kitchen came a shirtless Prez, displaying all his sinfully goods and gorgeous tattoos. The howling wolf on his chest with his club’s name underneath it somehow drew my attention. It was freaking beautiful in a sensual, yet masculine way that I bet had all the girls swooning… “Cookies!” Cade happily exclaimed, proudly showing off her dough-mix fingers.

Her deep purple velvet dress Even when trying to walk like a regal Alpha, Dex still had a natural panther-like slink to his movements. It was hypnotic. He hadn’t worn his leather jacket the past few times I had seen him. I preferred him in it. The stiff, starched white shirt he wore as Alpha did not show his muscular physique as well, it did make his eyes seem even more dangerously intense. I wondered, not for the first time just what the black trailing edges of his tattoo were on his lower shoulder and if I would ever get the chance to find out.

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.

“Red means dare. Black is truth. Let’s play.” Kade leaned forward, eyes flicking to the card. “Queen of hearts. Dare, huh?” She smirked. “Alright, tough guy… I dare you to take off your shirt.” He didn’t even blink. Just reached for the hem of his henley, peeled it over his head, and tossed it aside like it was nothing. The firelight caught the lines of him—the broad chest, the muscle carved deep along his stomach, the faint trail of hair leading down beneath the waistband of those damn grey sweatpants. Aria’s throat went dry.