Smoker X Luffy Novels & Stories

Mark said in a low, cold voice. Archer’s long fingers toyed with a lighter, rolling it between his knuckles until the metal caught the light. With a flick, the lighter snapped open, releasing a blue-yellow flame. He lit the cigarette between his lips, took a slow drag, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke with a cool, dismissive laugh.

I looked up and saw Bryan, leaning against the counter, staring at me. “Luna. How can I help?” “Do you have a cigarette?” He chuckled, slightly taken aback. He opened up the kitchen drawer and threw me a pack of cigarettes. I snagged them off the table and headed out the back door. I turned back when realized Bryan had followed, holding out a lighter. Bryan took the box back and slipped one out for himself. Reaching over, he lit mine first and then his. We leaned against either side of the kitchen door, smoking.

“Still serving shit whiskey, I see.” I turn, and there he is—Leo. Smug as always, lounging at the bar like he fucking owns the place. He flicks a cigarette between his fingers, about to light it. “Still mannerless, huh?” I say, arching a brow. “Need me to spell it out? No smoking inside.”

Louis slowly lowered the lid of his laptop. With trembling fingers he found a pack of cigarettes and lit it. That's all. End. Their romance with Kitsune is over ... And this time he put an end to it. He sat, stunned, not understanding how it happened, inhaling and exhaling hot acrid smoke.

They hurried to the side, hands shaking as they struck a light and brought flame to tobacco. As soon as the smoke filled their lungs, both men exhaled long streams of white vapor. Bliss softened their faces, and their expressions turned loose and drifting. They could endure hunger, but life without cigarettes would have driven them mad. Cyrus' smile deepened. "My conditions are on the table. Do you accept them or not?" Lyla pressed her legs together. Her attention fixed on the damp warmth soaking her underwear. Cold and shame sent a shiver through her, but she refused to let it show.

I bring the joint to my lips and suck in the smoke, holding it for all of two seconds before I sputter on a cough. “Fuckin’ lightweight,” Chase chuckles as he blows out his own smoke, plucking the joint from my fingers and taking another drag. I shoot him a glare as I continue coughing, lifting the champagne bottle from between my knees and taking a sip to alleviate the burning in my throat. As I lower the bottle, Chase snatches it away from me to take another swig, trading me for the joint. “What about Beta Rob, is he gonna be pissed that we’re smoking in here?” I ask, looking down at the joint between my fingers as I bring it to my lips. I inhale and somehow manage not to cough up a lung t

At the agency, a guy who looked to be in his late forties was puffing on a cigarette, while Xoan, with his leg and arm in casts, looked totally bummed out, practically choking on the secondhand smoke. Madeline's brow knitted together again. "What's the deal here?" The smoker glanced at her and snuffed out his cigarette. "Madeline? Oh, it's you. Huh, you're even more of a knockout than in Asher's pics." He nudged Xoan with his foot. "Why don't you crack a window, get some fresh air in here? Didn't you notice the pregnant lady, you numbskull?" Xoan was on the verge of losing it, grumbling: "How many times do I have to tell you to quit that nasty habit?"

The blondie groaned, “Just stay with him, all the girls want to talk to Emilio but he’s stuck with you.” “Ah~” I hiccuped as I felt like I was getting more drunk by the moment, “Fine.” I shooed her away, “Take your chances.” I snickered, “He won’t pay you much heed.” She glared at me, “We’ll see about that.” She turned and left and I stared at the burly guy. “Sup?” I raised my brows at him, “You smoke?” He smirked and stepped closer to me, “I do,”

They're far out on the sea right now, heading towards Taromina at medium speed. Matteo is sitting on the upper deck at a table playing poker with the boys when she comes over and interrupts them. "What do you smoke?" Vinnie asks. "Marlboro Gold." They look down at the table where their cigarette packs are sprawled out. She's clearly eyeing the Marlboro Gold pack next to Matteo's stuff. Matteo points to it. "That's mine." She props her hand on her hip. "Since when?" "Since I got it yesterday." Matteo matter-of-factly answers.

“Are you alright, Luna?” I turned, startled. A young man stood there, tall, shadowed by the moonlight. He held a cigarette between two fingers, its tip glowing red. “You can’t smoke here,” I said, my tone sharp. “Alpha Damien forbids it.” The man smiled and shrugged. “I can smoke anywhere I want. Nothing ever happens to me.” That response made me frown. His smile was easy, almost lazy. I didn’t like his confidence—or how much he amused me despite the strange dread curling inside me.