God Why

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by Astrobro

by Astrobro

Steve Richie grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen of the Papa John restaurant. You can't do this, right? Papa is still in hot water after saying the N-word. You're literally stabbing him in the back Julius Caeser style. You'll crush his soul, Caeser from Jojo style. Your act will eat away at his well being, Caeser salad style. You were someone he could trust, someone he could build bonds with and love. Not as employee to boss or friend to friend, but lover to lover. Someone that could overthrow his mega bitch baby of a wife and the barely evolved savages she calls children. Was all of this worth it?

Your eyes focuses to Steve Rogers and his thicc body. Yeah. Maybe it was worth it a little....I mean if you're not caught it's not wrong right? Papa doesn't have to know, right?

"Delivery Guy? Are you alright?" Steve asks innocently, his partly bald head shining under the lamps of the kitchen.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." You gulp, clearly not fine.

"I know it's weird to work here right now. John is gone and became a big ol' racist too. But I promise to be the best boss as possible. I promise to beat up the CEO of racism just for you Delivery Guy!" He grabs your hands as he lends closer to your face.

"C-CEO of racism! But boss, Papa has the N-word Pas-" Steve husses you.

"You don't have defend him any longer. You aren't bound to his rules anymore. So please..." Steve's nose touches yours.

"Only focus on me~!"

How the fuck is a forty-something year old man with a receding hairline be so damn charming? You are beyond hard in this Papa John's Pizza. Your weiner emits all the colors of the rainbow Studio Trigger style before melting off your pantalones.

"Oh my~ Delivery Guy~ Do you need someone to take care of you~"

Steve iron grips your Free Willy in his surprisingly soft hands. You scream to the heavens Vegeta style. Your hair changing color as a golden aura surrounds your figure. Such energy erupts in a supernova, destroying the Papa John's restaurant, evaporating innocent civilians Peter Parker style, and totaling buildings. All that remains is you and Steve's vice grip on your junk. Steve's cock and ball torture caused you to nuke an entire city and then some.

But what's this? A shadow raises in the distance. It's getting kinda close. What the fuck is this? Why the fuck is it going so fast? You barely see the figure get closer. It was running on all fours at an inhumane speed like a bear or something.

"Delivery Guy!" Screams the figure.

Definitely not a bear. Who is that? You really didn't know many people like that. For the the majority of your life you were antisocial, only looking to Papa and anime bodypillows for company and support. Plus, you fucking Thanos snapped all of the city out of existence. Everyone is fucking dead lol.

The figure soon becomes more recognizable. It...It's Papa John..His flowing brown hair and muscular build becomes all too familiar. Papa peers over to see Steve with you, gripping your My Hero Wieneria. He tenses up. Not you too.

He stops meer feet away from the two of you.

"Heh. So we finally meet, John." Steve smiles smugly and stares straight into Papa's eyes while continuing to maintain his horny grip on your pee pee.

"Let him go, Richie." Papa tenses up. He's visibly angered by Steve's refusal to get you go.

"I'm afraid not, John~ Delivery Guy has already made his choice. Hmmm...However, I did promise my dear Delivery Guy that I would defeat the CEO of racism. And you appeared soon after! You know what..." Steve releases your diamond sword and powers up.

"For my precious Delivery Guy...I shall defeat you, your old shitty pizzas, and your racist beliefs, CEO of racism and former CEO of Papa John's John "Papa John" Schatter!" Steve's shirt and pants rip, exposing his muscular figure.

Papa laughs.

"You underestimate me, clown."

"Papa's in the house."