روايات وقصص ضمن Jacksepticeye Hoodie

I asked for specific labels, a few vintage soft-touch hoodies and some Levis, but apparently, concierge service isn't included in the one million dollar retaining f*e. I pull on a pair of grey sweatpants that are tragically generic. I have to knot the drawstring tight enough to cut off my circulation just to keep them from falling past my hips. The t-shirt is black and hangs off my frame like a tent. Over that goes a hoodie that is clearly sized for a yeti. They swallow my hands entirely. I look in the mirror. The steam is clearing, revealing the damage. My left eye is still a swollen tragedy, though the color has shifted from angry red to a deep, sickly violet.

It fit perfectly. “Perfect fit,” I said. He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.” He arched his brow. “Oh?” I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.” He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine. “Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.

“He mastered fashion major in design. The company has a designer for that but he insisted on doing it so, “jay explained. I nodded bombshell. Geez, this guy is super talented. “Stop staring at me ash” Justin said that made me startled. He looked at me giving me a bored look. “He may seem to be distant on you but he already cares for you, look” jay catching my attention. I quickly look at him and see him showing me his papers. “He designed your uniform to have a hood with a matching mask”

​I shielded my hazel green eyes with my hand, my stomach dropping into a familiar knot of pure irritation. ​The driver's side door swung open. Mike Weller stepped out into the cool night air, looking impossibly massive and imposing against the backdrop of the dark estate. He had changed out of his varsity jacket into a heavy, black designer streetwear hoodie that made his broad shoulders look even wider, paired with dark cargo pants and pristine sneakers. His golden blonde hair was slightly messy now, and his piercing blue eyes were completely cold, locked onto me like a predator tracking prey. The purple bruise on his sharp jawline caught the moonlight, adding to his dangerous, untouchable

~ And that was how I found myself here. Wrapped in Jeremy’s gray hoodie, grounding myself with the cloth pending I reached him. The hoodie I had stolen months ago and never returned—paired with blue jeans that fit loosely on my tired body. My hair was packed into a low bun, hidden under a face cap, black shades shielding eyes that had cried too much lately.

He does seem like the kind of man that likes some meat on his bones. He goes to a closet and brings out some stuff—a set of pink pajamas with white poker dots, a red hoodie and some junks. He bought me junks? Scottie always said I was too fat to eat any. “I also got you a fresh set of pajamas and a hoodie from the store.” He talks too fast, putting them one by one on the bed, breathing loud like he’s out of breath. Am I making him nervous? Me? Making a man like Jaxon nervous?

I purred as I eyed the pretty pink hoodie which was clearly too big for him. “Whose fucking hoodie is this ?” Jax growled as he tried to find out the owner from the scent. The hoodie however was filled with my scent only of course and I pursed my lower lip between my teeth contemplating to explain my weird kink to him or not. “I swear I am going to kill that man, Zara,” he added rather possessively. “That’s mine,” I simply said and decided to explain things by exhibiting them rather than explaining the theory. Why waste your breath when Actions speak louder than Words. Hehe.

Today, he was wearing a hoodie with a NASA logo embroidered to its chest and jeans and Nike shoes. Aron is smart looking and gives off the impression that he is the one who actually reads and write good essays among the three. Maybe its because he was wearing glasses and max was a huge fan of Harry Potter series and easily associates intelligence with eyeglasses. He was wearing a polo inside his denim jacket and was wearing Taylor chucks. Hmm, Zayn. This one is hard to evaluate. I cannot even look straight at him for a second. They are all easy on the eyes but Zayn? He is just different.

And he was in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low on his tight waist and obscene v-cut leading down to his… bulge? My breath slowly faltered and seized in my lungs as my eyes slowly rolled up his body, unraveling every piece of perfection displayed right now. A matching grey hoodie hung down his broad shoulders, opened at the chest area to flaunt a muscular chest and ripped abs. The hoodie hung over his head, casting a shadow over his face. A tight feeling coiled deep inside me, as his intensely sexy hazel gaze slowly moved, to make direct eye contact with me.