Missing Piece
He held a cigarillo to his lips, already tasting the sweet spices, then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a lighter. relief flooded him as he took that first drag of his cigarillo.
Just A Master For Tonight
Whatever nudged him into approaching this table, his eyes dart at the bottle of grappa and a parcel of cigarillos on it.
Anywhere But Here CH 1-3 [Human(m)xMultipleHyenas(f)]
Said angel crushing the cigarillo butt out on the bench before lighting another \>"that was until i wasn't. i got knocked up at sixteen by one of the only other hyenas attending the school.
Folie au Deux (M/M) (pt. 4 of "Under The Devil's Eye")
The maned wolf groused, putting out the butt of his cigarillo. he sipped at his wine again, putting it back a little too fast for expensive wine. hawk put back the rest of his whiskey sour without any shame.
Days in the life of a drug dealer
Be there in 5 james grabbed his rolling tray off the dresser and poured some shake from his baggy and looked around for his cigarillos. he spotted a package of pineapple optimos and grabbed it.
The Wound before the Warrior
The taste of cloves tickled the cougar's tongue as he inhaled the cigarillo he held, the rain having stopped mere moments beforehand.
Ryan's Story Interlude XX
Call in the other teams and lets get a plan put together," he said, grinding out his cigarillo on the heel of his boot."this is a private drive, sir," the guard said in a polite but firm voice."
Anywhere But Here CH 12 [Human(m)xMultiple Hyena (f)]
\>you remember what dee said as you pull the rim of your hood down and quickly crush the cigarillo out against your boot \>”that’s more like it freak show. now, you all can head on to the back.
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Predawn Contemplation
Levi looked around and couldn't find either cam or the dobe, but the smell of a cigarillo wafted in through the saloon doors, a reassuring whisper.
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Posterior Proposition
The dobe striding in, heavy boots on creaking floorboards, cigarillo lit, her chest slamming the saloon doors open and holding them there as she walks through with that stride of hers. the pace is firm but quicker than usual. she's in a mood.
'Night Dad
It smelled of peppermint and tea, and for oba, the scent alone was nearly better than his beloved cheap cigarillo. automatically his eyes closed, and soon he was lost to sleepy thoughts of drill bits and laundry. "daddy?" said a curious voice.
The Cat Who Dreamed in Opal and Diamond Chapter Instalment 1
That pungent stink of daxton's strawberry cigarillos , that overwhelming sense of something not entirely _right_ in the world. it had to have been the muscle strain. she was better than this.