[All Might's residence]
Endeavour swiftly removed his black tank top, followed by his trousers, revealing his tight black underwear.
In front of him was the back view of the number one hero, All Might. The blond superhero followed suit in stripping down to his underwear.
All Might turned back around to face Endeavour, eyeing down his well-built frame.
“My my… now that’s the chest of a hero!” The symbol of peace strode over to his fellow hero rival.
Endeavour corrected his posture, accenting his massive chest.
All Might swiftly cupped both slabs of muscles in his hands, squeezing, rubbing and pressing them together.
Endeavour knew just how sexy his chest was; how it protruded out from his dark hero costume; how he loved the stares it got from the civilians, students, and teachers, men and women alike.
“Now... get on the bed.” All Might commanded.
All Might forced Endeavour down onto the white linen bed, grabbing at beneath his thighs to
THE LAST WORDS OF THE JABBERWOCK
'Twas dwinkly whilst the tunklies old
Did slobre through the TumTum sky;
All stundrid were the smuppy brood,
And no tove and mome would ask why.
The sun flies by the Tulgey Wood.
My Crest is stained! My rage aflut.
The hours hat swung by where I'th stood.
The sun witnessed my luck kurplut.
My vest present in front not back,
While tiny were the buttons black.
My clands unclipped from clippers clunk,
My hair untrimmed from broken frunk.
Then GwinGock's bird of Jubjub rare,
Did frumpick at my scildy hair.
And BlugBlod's beamish Bandersnatch
Came leashless out; tabbed on my sgatch.
I trulluf thro
July in Central London. Most people would be out shopping around Oxford Street with their mates. Yet I, as a biomedical science student was working in a hospital. We were on a two week course on anatomy and familiarising us with the clinical setting. One great thing about being a biomedical student is that you easily make friends with others in your field as you mutually understand that you have to overcome this mammoth task of memorising the tiniest detail in the human body as well as a myriad of molecules; well that's what we signed up for really.
During my time I met a friendly lad called Shawn.
Shawn was; also quite built with some thick thighs to boast too.
Straight, unfortunately, but that didn't stop what happened later on.
Today was day 5; dissection day. Dissection of a pig more specifically... lovely.
Before we left the accommodation at which we were staying at, Shawn came up to me and said.
“Dude I've gotta shit..”
Why on earth he would let me know that I don't know but
#01 - Comfort
Storm wrapped his arms around the swallow; she was crying because her latest invention just exploded right in their faces, and he knew that she hated to be made a fool of, especially in front of company.
#02 - Kiss
Even though birds couldn't kiss, a sweet nuzzle or their beaks between the bickering birds usually cleared the air for a moment, before resuming their fight.
#03 - Soft
Wave never expected his chest feathers to be so soft, silky-like, as she lied down on his feathers just to make him flustered, and for him to stammer all over again and again.
#04 - Pain
"W-Wave, cut it out!" Storm shouted, as Wave repeatedly sm
Male ♂ Jessica Rabbit/Cartoon!Reader - Laugh it Up!
(Jessica - Jesse)
Story is dedicated to ~loup-wski (https://www.deviantart.com/loup-wski)~! Thank you again for all your help!
(Okay, so my head canon is that male!Jessica is voiced by Michael Buble. So I keep using his songs in my story. XD)
"Have I told you Lately that I Love You?" (by Michael Buble) ---> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mm7V62br6rs
Jesse had quite enough of this broad that had been clinging to him like a cat out of bath water. He had only been dealing with her as long as he had because she literally would not leave him alone. She reeked the scent of alcohol and
Poem inspired by art
Well, you can't trust them very much, and that's a simple fact.
To paraphrase what's said to Mole, by a certain fellow named Rat.
For they steal what's precious to you- lock your windows and doors!
Beware their serpentine bodies, sneaking across the moors.
Wanted for their greedy gleam, wanted for their slink-
The wrong side of the tracks is where they live, raising up a stink!
They're demons in caps and sweaters, hellbound in a basket.
They'll bring you with them if they can- there's no way they can mask it!
Their eyes flash bright at the sight of hunny, women, and of gold-