Deku Shirtless Fanart Novels & Stories

They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work. Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched over her work.

“I do not have nudes, and if I did, I wouldn’t share them. However, we all attended the same martial arts class, so I have shirtless pics, I’m sure.” “I’ll take what I can get.” Pam laughed, taking another swig from the bottle. I was busy swiping through my album, only to stop when I got to the last picture Daisuke had sent me a month before. He thought texting me a sexy pic would turn into something, but I’d been serious when I told him it was a one-time deal. I sighed, looking at the shirtless pic where Daisuke had his hand tugging his jeans down slightly to show that he was eithern’t wearing underwear or had pulled them down to show his skin.

But in workout gear, it’s a game of where’s skin. He’s got this incredible realistic grayscale full sleeve piece on his right arm of a mountainscape of a wolf pup sitting on a lake looking at the rippled reflection of a full-grown wolf. His legs are grayscale realistic mythology scenes featuring, you guessed it, wolves. His left sleeve is different, still grayscale, but it’s a Nightmare Before Christmas sleeve. And his back dude has a full-color Japanese Godzilla piece. And lastly, his chest piece is this grayscale twisted grove of branches that comes together to look like a guitar with a raven on the perched wings spread wide on the top.

The cold air made them remain like that. I pushed Declan away from me and raised an eyebrow at him. “Only one of us is shirtless. Hardly seems fair.” He barked a laugh. “You’re very right.” He made sure my eyes were on as she stripped the tank he had on slowly. By the time the whole shirt was off, I had to suck in a breath. The tank he had on previously had promised a hot body beneath it, but nothing compared to actually seeing it in person. Declan is ripped, but he is not ripped in the way that body builders are. No. His body was a carefully done work of art. His muscles were great, and I licked my lips unconsciously as I traced the line of his V into his pants.

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

The little terror loved female attention. All the teams were ready and I could not help but lick my lips as my gaze fell on Dante. He looked good enough to eat and it took everything in me to not push him to the ground and ride that face. He wore his shorts with a baggy, rugged sleeveless vest which looked like Kaida and Kyde tore it apart with their sharp teeth. A smirk was on my face of course, I was about to make the man eat dirt. I loved my soulmate but when it came to winning, I always went for the kill, even with him.

Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.

"Derek we love you!!" "Derek! Derek!! Derek!!" They all chanted, making a big deal of it. "What's there? " I lifted my brow, trying to look Unamused. Honestly, I didn't see anything quite amus... I froze at the sight of Derek's clear view. He wore an armless top which was never on him when we came together, flexing his muscles with sweat drooling down his skin. My cheeks came burning just staring at him, as he battled with his friend, looking so calm and... Cool.

“What is it?” He shrugged, already walking over to a table lined with brushes. “Still figuring it out.” Then, without warning, he reached behind him and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was no big deal. Except it was. A big big deal. I blinked. Twice. The last time I was in here, he’d been in his black hoodie and ripped jeans. Now? Shirtless Zade was a thing. Defined arms, lean but strong torso, and tattoos. Ink bloomed over his shoulder, winding down his back like smoke. Black and sharp and beautiful. I didn’t know what any of the symbols meant, but I wanted to trace them with my fingers.