Imagine a middle aged Smoke saying something like this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8hnvrro/
Heās a family man, got a successful business, calmed down from the streets a bit, but every now and then someone tests his gangsta and he has to remind them that he hasnāt always been Mr. Moore who pulls out his reading glasses while heās looking over paperwork. š
smoke would deffff say some shit like this omg!!! you neverrr said if you were requesting a fic buttt i got inspired so i wrote a little something!!!
Yāall were just out for groceries. Kids with their auntie for the afternoon, sun high and hot, your hand tucked sweetly into Smokeās big one as you walked through the parking lot toward the local farmerās market.
You wore a sundressāsomething light, hugging in the right placesāand even though you werenāt trying to do the most, you were glowing. That kind of glow that comes from being loved right, taken care of, kissed every morning before the coffee brews.
You stopped by a stand to ask about the peaches. The man behind the table smiled a little too hard. Told you they were āas sweet as you lookinā right now.ā You gave a polite chuckle, barely thinking about it, asked if he could pick out a few ripe ones. He licked his lips.
āYou got a man?ā he asked, real low. And you felt it before you heard it.
Smoke was already stepping up. You didnāt even get a full second to react. āShe got more than that, she got a husband,ā he said, voice cold as steel. āThe fuck you whisperinā for?ā The man blinked, unsure. āDamn, I aināt know, my badāā
Smoke stepped so close, his chest bumped the table. āDonāt ever speak to her like that again. You see a woman like this, you donāt speak. You look at the ground and mind your fuckinā business.ā
You grabbed his armātight.
āSmoke. Baby. Please.ā
He didnāt budge. āGo head, say somethinā slick,ā he told the man, licking his teeth. āSee if I donāt break your jaw in front of all these people.ā You pressed into his side, trying to turn him away. āCāmon. Letās go. He aināt worth it.ā He let you tug him, finallyāshoulders tight, that old heat rolling off him like asphalt in July.
Yāall walked in silence back to the car, his jaw still clenched, chest rising like he was steady fighting the urge to double back and finish it. Then you heard itāmumbled just under his breath, not meant for anyone but you and the air around him:
āNiggas keep playinā. My trigger finger itch all the time. I stay ready. Niggas must not know who the fuck I am.ā You shook your head and kept walking with him. As much as youād like to lie, and front ā you did like seeing this side of smoke.
@cremeful for the use of dad!bf smoke/olderman!smoke.
@k1ssyoursister for the dividers!
tag list! @thickianaaaa , @vaultkween .
new chapter coming out for either one of my series is coming out soon ā not saying which one yet though!!