Midnight Swim: A Pokemon Fanfic
Many girls had seen him shirtless including misty, may, dawn and iris but he never took it off in front off them before. and serena had never seen him shirtless before. would she even like his chest? or would she laugh at him?
Middle-Earth: Shadow of Slavery
An archer, smaller than he, but shirtless and cut enough to see every bit of sinew. "captain goroth." he said, trying out the new rank for himself, his eyes looking past the archer in front of him.
Brotherly bonding
He didn't feel the need to get dressed, simply staying in his shirtless state and grey & white pyjama bottoms.
Wonderland (Wintertime Contest 2012-13)
Once again, he found himself shirtless and shoeless, but his dusty pants had turned into baggy blue shorts that just barely touched his knees.
The dragon next-door
In an effort to distract himself from thinking of his shirtless, hot neighbor, the nervous gator started scanning the living room with his eyes.
Two Brothers One Love
'it's not weird to draw your brother shirtless, is it?' he asked himself, aloud but quiet, he bit his cheek. he didn't want to think about it. however wrong it was, it gave him bittersweet happiness.
The Model - Chapter Eleven
"okay, keep the design something similar to that, but make it a topless bar. i want a pool table there," justin said, gesturing at the design. "and a jukebox there, oh and some topless girls behind the bar.
Something To Hold Onto 1
Tags: f/solo, strip club, pokemorph, pokemon, topless, nudity, implied sex, anger, human, ninetails, anthro pokemon, anthro ninetails, series,
Rain and Snow, Chapter 6
Chip said, looking at the three topless woman as he pressed his hands against his chest. "i suppose someone has to be flattest in the room." "just get 'em pierced, mate." mako smirked. "worked for me." "not even if you paid me."
The Dogs: Not Exactly Night - Episode I
He was shirtless, a skateboard in his hand - andrew had stopped to stare for some seconds before the boy, perhaps noticing someone was looking, turned around, his face framed by the sunset like a seraphim from the hallucination of a dead christian mystic.
One
shirtless was good enough for me, not to mention legal. as i washed my fur, my mind drifted back to the wall, as we liked to call it. as far as we knew, it'd been around forever.
Changes: Part 1
My body pressing against his shirtless muscular frame. i blushed, and quickly pushed off him. "oh, uh," i stammered, "thanks! i really appreciate it."