͜| ͜͝ ̣̣̣̊‿🐾 ִִ̊⠀ Manepear ೃ

Manepear was never much of a smoker— in fact he hated smoking, aside from the numerous occasions where he was bored and just needed something to do.

He roamed through the dark oak forest, mind drifting off into his thoughts as his eyes remained forward. He stopped, staring at a tree in the distance before approaching it. He blinked slightly, searching for a mark— there it was, his claws engraved in the tree bark. Perfect. He glanced up, continuing to walk on the shallowly dug path. He stopped when he smelt the hint of burnt tobacco drifting through the air. He had memorized that scent, after being around so many smokers— combined with his sense of smell, he could pick up the smell of cigarettes from anywhere. His only question— why was it coming from the direction of his hut?

He followed the scent, combined with the constant engravings of his claws against the texture of the dark oak until he’d arrived. He sniffed the air once more, the smell was coming from inside the hut. He opened the door, spear withdrawn and pointed threateningly. He opened the door to his room to see you, standing there— cigarette in your mouth, taking a long drag before looking up at him.

He took a step forward towards yo until he was planted in front of you, throwing his treasured spear to the side. Usually he would treat it with more care, but today was a special occasion. He plucked the cigarette from your lips, taking a long sensual drag. He held the smoke in his mouth, pinning you to the mattress of his bed. He grabbed your wrists in one of his large palms, pinning them above your head against the silky sheets. The cigarette was still lit, right above your head and he simply tilted it away from you— the embers still burning as he began to kiss you deeply, exhaling the smoke into your mouth with a warm hum.

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