A New Beginning(Chapter 3)
Gray took off my shirt and then moved down to my jeans. i nodded to him and he removed them easily. i took his shirt off then went down to his jeans. gray pulled out a blanket and we both got under it on the couch.
Artist's Block (A short Hyena TF)
But it couldn't be, he could actually feel the tail brushing against the legs of his now-ruined jeans. "how is this happen-?"
The Trial
"you may call me jean." her gaze returned forward ever diligent in her plan to carry on. "yes, my lady." the cub thought it best to ask no further questions.
Bound by Destiny 16
His eyes rested on a beautiful blue and black jacket with gold embroidery, matching blue jeans, a pair of white gloves and a pair of shoes.
Escape From This Crazy Dream, Prolouge A
Shane wasn't very fashion minded, as most of his clothes were jeans, jean shorts, and t-shirts, long sleeved and short sleeved. he grabbed a pair of jean shorts, and looked through his shirts until he got to his wrestling themed ones.
WiTHiN ch.1 Into the Mind
Currently he was wearing white t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, and the shirt covered by a bit of a puffy brown jacket.
Here With You(WIP)
I tossed on some jeans, some boxer-briefs underneath of course, a plain red shirt, a gray hoodie, and my usual pair of black sneakers before grabbing my phone and glasses and heading downstairs to the kitchen to prepare our breakfast.
Diary Of Love (pt.2)
"yea" "i'm going to go get mine" i walk home and grab a black shirt and black jeans. i razor cut some holes in the jeans and put some paint on the shirt. i get to school and see keith dressed like freddy.
asfl chap 6 heres dandy
While trying out some new clothes dragoxas came out of the changing room wearing a tight pink tank top which showed off every muscle and tight light blue jeans "do u realy think greedo would like this look" he asked dandy blushing.
Dealing with my past.
Jacson was a sixteen year old bear, wearing a red shirt and his ussual blue jeans, he rides to the cemetary.
One Shot
My best casual attire, a plan black t-shirt with nothing on it, and some navy blue jeans. the thought brought shame to my cheeks, turning them a bright red.
Crash's Feral Instincts
Crash had winced; the strange dog had bit through his jeans as he was walking home; was even bleeding from the bite itself. "stupid dog!" he kicked it off his jeans and continued walking.