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gentlemenclubbbz · 6 years

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the start of an adventure (poly-ish)

Request: the reader works as a pizza delivery driver and ends up delivering to the cancer crew during the Deadly Twister Waldo Edition video. And you end up drinking with them -- and probably more. Also, I think this will have a follow-up with you becoming their uh...slave. So...expect that soon, I guess?

Oh, and uh, Merry Christmas and happy holidays for you all <3 It’s a Christmas miracle.

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Your finger froze on the ringer as you heard screams coming from inside the house. “The fuck?” you exclaimed to no one in particular, furrowing your brows. OK, that…that was weird. Maybe it was just your imagination.

You sighed – this was your last delivery for the night and you just wanted to get it over with and go home to relax. And you didn’t really want to meet with some weirdos that only meant trouble…

You hear a scream again, but you completely ignore it (if the owner is a hard sex enthusiast, then so be it) and push the button. It rings – the screams seem to stop. Good, at least you don’t have to hear them out loud. But you were starting to sweat; what if the person would come straight up naked? Or in some weird gimp suit, with someone tied with a collar behind him...

Wait, ok, that wouldn’t be so bad. That would be an interesting experience. But whatever – this was your job. You’ve seen weirder stuff, to be honest. All kinds of people. So…

This would mean nothing to you.

What else was new under the sun?

“Shut up, you cunts, the pizza is here!” you hear a not-so-muffled shush and someone fumbling with the lock of the door. You brace yourself –

--but you’re not ready to see a dude dressed up as Waldo, his face caked with whipped cream. He was swaying from side to side, his eyes glazed over with alcohol. Ok, just what the hell was going on in this house?

“H-Hello,” you curse yourself for losing composure. Not very professional. You shifted the many boxes in your arms and resume. “Umm, are you –“

“Cum inside, I dunno where my money at…” the long haired boy mutters and turns his back on you. Did you hear that right...?SERIOUSLY? You got to do this by yourself? With no help from this handsome and strong-looking man? Well, whatever – you can’t please everyone and it’s your duty to deliver them. You met with assholes like him before. You’re just gonna do whatever he wants as quickly as possible and go home. And you won’t ask ANY questions about his current outfit and endeavor.

You follow Waldo dude inside and try to close the door behind you. When you manage to do that, you’re aware that there were a lot of male voices coming from inside. Yelling, joking and laughing. Ok, you were in a weird place, weren’t you? You try to ignore it and move on, until you arrive in the living room.

You gasped: what a sight! It was a mess, a twister board laid out on the floor, filthy with spaghetti sauce, mouse traps and...

Oh no, were those candles...?

Two other guys were dressed as the first one, one tall and lanky while the other was shorter and had a nice ass. A fat guy had stripes painted over his body, holding a pan in his hand, for some reason. There was another dude that was behind a camera, but he shied away as soon as your eyes landed on him. You shrugged -- whatever. You put the pizza boxes on the counter, pushing some empty beer bottles out of the way. You didn’t care if they fell on the floor; everything was already messy enough. Besides, your arms were tired.

“Wait a second, I’ll go get my money...” the first Waldo drifts off and disappears somewhere down the corridor. You sigh and stare at the other two Waldos: the shorter one was eyeing you, coated in spaghetti sauce: charming. The tall one was busy texting someone, clearly not interested in you.

Ok...Might as well strike a conversation while you’re waiting for the money. Hopefully it’ll come soon. The guy didn’t seem very capable of holding himself together.

“So, uhh...watch’a guys doin’ here? Sum kind of strange porno?”

The shorter one snorted while you managed to earn a small smirk from the tall one. “You might say so,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. He seemed the most sober one around here. The fat guy didn’t even bother to look at you, busy complaining under his breath about the paint on his body. Whatever.

“But it’s a lot painful,” the other added, stepping closer to you as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“And are y’all gay?”

“He is,” shortie laughs and points at the taller one.

Tall guy rolls his eyes “Yeah, I’m a living meme.”

“Pfft,” you smile. “And you’re playin’ twister?”

“Twister with a twist!” shortie winks as he suddenly extends his hand towards you. “I’m Joji, by the way.”

“Liar! You’re Filthy Frank.” Tall guy interjects, coming towards you with a huge grin. You’ve got them all hooked up, line and sinker.

“Filthy Frank?” you raise an eyebrow as you shake his rather soft hand. Cute. “Is that your stage name?”

Joji wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his voice suddenly changing into a rougher tone “Might be, honey.”

“Riiiight...” you chuckled slightly. “No, seriously, what are you doing here?”

“We’re YouTubers,” the tall one you still didn’t know the name of bragged.

“Ok, this still doesn’t explain the candles--”

“It’s called the Deadly Twister Challenge,” Joji explained quickly.

“What?!” the tall dude interjects, appalled. “Who came up with this stupid name? I thought we’ve agreed on Twister or Die.” Why did he look so genuinely upset when he said that?

Joji shrugged “It was Max’s idea, Ian.” So now you knew both the guys’ names. “He’s the one posting it.”

“I see you guys’ve been drinking a lot,” you casually remark. Suddenly, the pizza smelled damn good. And you were hungry.

“Interested?” Joji wiggles his eyebrow, shoving his can bottle of beer in front of your face.

“I might be. It’s hard to delivery pizza. The people you stumble upon...” you shake your head, grabbing the bottle and taking a long deep sip. Ahhh, it felt so good. Better than the ice-cream waiting for you at home.

“Why don’t you help us, then?” Ian intervenes. “We’ve got plenty more to drink.”

“Besides,” Joji adds, “you can relax with us. We promise we’re fun.”

You shrug “I won’t say ‘no’ to free booze.” Better than spend your time alone and sad on a couch. Meeting weird Waldo dudes? It could prove to be an interesting night. Get wasted? Fuck yea. You’re free tomorrow. Might as well make the most of it.

“Great, make yourself comforta--”

“Oy, do you guys have some money for the darn pizza?” Max, you presumed, came from wherever room he went and shouted very loudly, scaring the crap out of you. “I can’t find it!”

You turn to face his cute frustrated expression and smile gently “Hey, don’t worry, it’s on me.”

Max is just genuinely confused “Wait, what? Do you guys know each other or something?”

“Nah,” you finish Joji’s beer in one gulp. “If you offer me alcohol, you get the pizza for free.”

He ponders it for a few seconds before his mouth curled into a huge grin and he waddles towards you, arms open. “Woah, what?!” you get to say before you’re enveloped in his sweaty self, caking you with the whipped cream he had on him. You pat him awkwardly on the back, not used to affection from strangers -- but a part of you thought that they weren’t as strange as you initially thought. They looked friendly and open: it was worth trying to get to know them. If it will end up with you dead in a ditch...

Well, it was worth the alcohol.

“Kay there, buddy, you can let me go now,” you laughed, but the boy -- Max -- wouldn’t budge. Ian the tall dude sighed and pried his friend away easily, despite being a skinny beanpole.

“C’mon, Max, or else they won’t give us free pizza anymore.”

Max made a face -- was he drunk out his mind? Probably. He looked pretty fucked. But that was great, it was a big mood.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ditchin’ you guys. So, where’s the beer?”

The room was spinning -- no, that was the ceiling. Turning round and round and never stopping. You tried to move: an arm was holding you back in place. Where were you? Damn, you can’t remember anything.

Wait, you do.

You started drinking, joined by the three boys and their friends behind the camera. You ate all the pizza in seconds; you didn’t realize you were famished. You drank some more. The world began to blacken and you started to slur as you laughed at the fucked up shenanigans the boy were getting themselves into. Even John Cena appeared at some point, shoving pancakes into Ian’s dirty mouth. You had no idea the guys were such VIPs. Things spun out of control soon enough as you started interrupting them with your loud laughter, causing them to laugh and roll onto the floor. They asked you to join them as a special guest, in your silly pizza uniform, yelling that this isn’t paid advertising. You joined the fun, having your fingers hit by the mouse traps (luckily, the candles all died down), got dirty on spaghetti sauce and ended up belted more times than ever in your life. Somehow, you were trapped in between the boys, sandwiched between their hot and messy bodies, all breathing down on you. You had no idea who started it first, when the video all ended with Ian rolling onto the floor in pain from the shock collar. You remember Joji pulling you closer to his chest, gazing huskily into your eyes and whispering how much he wanted to kiss the ketchup of your lips. You leaned in, more confused than anything, but immediately got distracted by Ian yelling. You rushed to help him and he simply took the chance to grab your head and pull you down with him. You kissed -- the others got jealous. Chad and the rest ran before things got a little bit too hectic for them. Max pulled you off of Ian, and started to act all possessive, yelling, snarling. You had no idea what was going on -- you felt sick all of a sudden from the commotion.

The last thing you remember is yelling that you’ve found Waldo and then your whole world collapsed.

Just like you probably did since the back of your head hurt. You groan, trying to move again, but the same arm pulled you back to a sturdy chest. Birds were singing outside and you were sporting the biggest hangover you’ve ever had in your entire life. Great -- at least you weren’t feeling sick. Just your head was heavy.

“Mmm...” you hear someone moaning in your ear and try to slowly turn your head to see who was doing that. You could only spot a shock of black hair: was it Joji? That was the only explanation. “Dammit...” you could at least try to move your legs -- but they were held down by... “Oh..” It was Max, sleeping on them and hugging them tight. When you tried to kick him off, he growled and did not let you. You sighed: where was Ian?

“You’re awake,” you suddenly hear a voice to your side, and you turn your head to see Ian’s hazel eyes staring groggily into yours. He grinned largely -- now you spotted a few hickeys on his neck.

What.

“What happened?” you asked.

“A lot.” He doesn’t go on. He just stares at you with a sort of crazed look, like he was eating you up. “I think we’re going to be great friends...” his tone held a lot of implications, and you shuddered. Something must’ve happened...

Something good.

Your desires and mind said so. Maybe you can’t remember exactly what went between the three of you, but..

“Yeah...we will be.”

We will be more than that.

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