Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

I Quit (You G!P/Leighade)

*Converted from MotW

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When we got to the Weathervane, I saw a familiar, ugly face through the window.

I pull up to the side, receiving a light scoff from my wife. "Wait, look," I point them out and she chuckles evilly. "This is fucking perfect," she says before getting out as soon as I park.

I'm the last to exit the car, locking the doors before heading in after Leigh-Anne.

The person in question was wiping the counter off when we walked in. "Hi, welcome to the—," we lock eyes and his fill with utter fear.

A smirk grazes my lips as I practically skip pass the women up to the counter, leaning against it.

"Good afternoon, Thorpe," I say, still smiling, taking a sugar pack from the little basket next to the register.

He looks relatively normal minus the healing black eye and a bandage on his forehead.

"God, what happened to you?" Leigh-Anne expresses in concern whilst my soulmate and I exchange knowing glances.

Is it bad that I miss torturing him?

I think it's perfectly normal. He hates you and is infatuated with me. Now, he's afraid of us.

Hmm, I kinda like it.

I know.

"Bar fight," he answers her, gulping when he locks eyes with us again, but just for a brief moment. "So, uh, ahem, what can I get for you?" He asks more steadily, keeping his focus on Leigh-Anne.

I rip the packet open and emptied it out onto the counter.

"We're not here to order, Thorpe," I say while casually pouring out sugar packets and little creamer cups. Some dripped onto the floor.

"Then, uh, w-why are you here?" His voice shudders a bit. "To use the back room," Mamba (Jade) answers and I pause my actions to look at her with a raised brow.

"Why?" He asks and I suck my teeth. I move Leigh-Anne to the side so that I'm right in front of him. I get close, careful not to mess up my clothes, "Give me the key that's taped under the register or I'll get angry."

I look him dead in the eyes, reading his terrified pleas of mercy. I chuckle darkly, dropping my voice to a calm and menacing tone, "You've seen what I'm capable of when I'm angry, Thorpe. Now, give me the fucking keys." I hold my hand out when he moves to give it to me.

I snatched the keys and pointed towards the back, telling the women to wait for me for a few.

Once they were out of earshot, I grab his Weathervane apron roughly and dig my stare into his eyes. My voice remained calm and got quieter so the mics from the new cameras wouldn't hear me.

"Say a word about what happened in Jersey and I'll kill you. I swear to fucking God, I'll kill you and send pieces of you to your family, starting with your pants pinkie, understand, Thorpe?"

He nods with tears welling in his eyes. I release him by pushing him until his back hit the chalkboard with the menu written on it.

I pour more creamer and sugar out on the counter then headed behind it towards the back room where the women waited for me.

"And, uh, clean this shit up," I motion to the mess, nearly laughing when I see him do so.

Now, it's time to get down and dirty.

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As soon as the door to the back room opened, I'm taken aback when the goth pushes her roommate against the wall and began attacking her neck.