Smoker X Reader Novels & Stories

Giving Charity a stern expression, I give one warning, 'Be respectful or I will have Xander leave your ass on the side of the highway. Following behind Fletcher I hear a small huff from the Gamma before she finds her senses and trails behind me knowing she can't stay here. Climbing into the passenger seat, Xander grabs a cigarette pack from his doorside. I have begun to realize he is a man of few words, as he opens the pack and offers one to me. With a shake of my head I politely decline, its not common for pack wolves to smoke, or do anything else other than drink alcohol. Throwing the pack back to Fletcher, he takes his own cracking all the windows driving in silence away from the pack.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

"How about the readers? Should they keep quiet when they enthusiastically express their thoughts and opinions while discussing their favorite novels with friends?" Once again, the author rendered Xavier dumbfounded. My enthusiasm grew as I reveled in the author's and Xavier's enthralling conversation. The author had proven himself to be a formidable opponent, testing Xavier's patience and pushing the bounds of their debate. The author, cradling the book in his hands, fixed his eyes on Xavier. "As a reader, you choose to keep captivating stories locked within, which is a cruelty in its own right," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.

Xander took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He said, "Light it up, Gracie." His gaze was clear and piercing under the dim lights. Grace's heart skipped a beat. She took out a lighter and lit it up. The flame illuminated both their faces. Xander asked, "You didn't know how to smoke in Coronia. When did you learn it?" Grace replied, "Nobody was looking after me in Pamore. I just learned to smoke on my own." Grace lit his cigarette and tossed the lighter away.

No wonder he didn't let her use it. Since Adaire has become a past , although he finally chose Xenia Miller, but she does not blame him, she has not been qualified to stand by his side. Smell the big smoke in the bedroom, Ada Wood felt a bit of pain, coughing a few times, and then quickly walked to the balcony of the bedroom, breathing fresh air. In prison, don't say it's smoke, it's impossible to buy a sugar. In fact, she also does not want to smoke, day and night thinking about Aaron brother, will not be addicted to tobacco, long time she also forgot the taste of smoke. After coming out, she would not be like before, smoke can not leave her hands.

he asks, once again urging her outside. “Since when do you smoke?” He laughs. “Since I met you.” “Ha ha, so funny. I’ve never seen you smoke before, even after meeting me.” “It’s not something I do regularly, it’s similar to when people drink to drown their sorrows. I smoke to choke my anxiety, same shit different pile.” “Does Noel know you smoke?” Harken shakes his head. “That, and everything else I’m about to tell you, you’re going to keep to your damn self, understand? None of this reaches Noel’s ears, or I’m denying everything and putting the blame on you.”

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

"Why does the thought of touching you, tasting you, make me burn?" Jax's response was a low growl, his hands reaching out to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him. "Because we're both addicted to the fire," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading and squeezing as he ground his hardened length against her belly. Kira gasped, her head falling back onto his shoulder, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat. Jax's mouth found the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing the delicate pulse point as he nipped and sucked, marking her as his own.

he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my temple, voice soft now that the storm had passed. I nodded against his skin, smiling shyly. “More than okay… Alpha.” He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near done tonight. We stayed tangled like that for long minutes, bodies slick and spent, breaths mingling. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and coffee beans—our scents thoroughly mixed. Every small shift sent aftershocks through me, his softening cock still buried deep, keeping his release inside. I clenched experimentally, earning a low groan from him and a fresh trickle of warmth.