travis scott meal 🥰🥰

catboy trump :lipbite:

6 hours later, my shift ended. i was walking back to my car when i remembered about the boys who gave me their phone number. i glided into my car and pulled out my phonefrom my sweaty back pockets of my hot low rise denim jeans. i slammed my sausage fingers against the phone screen, typing in the number which was on the small piece of paper. my fingers left greasy smudge marks all over the screen. i was very overdramitcally shaking, wondering if it was too early to call the number. what if they gave me a fake number? i was shaking in my boots. shivering in my timbers. but i pressed the large green button, calling the number.

ring ring idk lol

"hey king" *debby ryan face*

"hey baby. is this the sexy mickyd worker" i heard a voice speak back into my ear.

"yes king, lets hang out" i said

"k" he says before hanging up. i began walking my car over to his house. (yeah i know where his house is already because im built different)

i drove into his living room, waving in my car. the 6(was there 7 people??) stared at me while just standing there. then the hot and sexy travis scott came up to me.

"dang baby girl, you okay?" he said in his sexy autotune voice. i nodded and smiled cutely. "okay well i guess we should introduce ourselves now." he debby ryaned at me. so sexy.

"Im freddy fazbear" the hot bear animnatrroniansc frfom earlier said.

"im rick sanchez" said the scientist looking guy with the blue spikey hair.

"Im travis scott" the autotune one said

"im pacer test" said the paper

"im the one and only nagito komaeda." said the white haird man who looked like the mad hatter.

"im trump." the old one said

"and im concealer" the man in the ugly green vest said

"erm-- im Y/N-- uwu" i spoke up

"hot. now we are playing 7 minutes in heaven segsy, join us." he sexlylyly crab walked back to the group. I put one of my voltron hair clips into the hat and very dramaticallymodel walked to an empty chair, my buttcheeks colliding against each other loudly as i walked.

trump skipped over to me with a bouncy feminine walk. he held out the hat and i put my hand inside, twisting my fingers around different objects until i finally grasped one. i held it firmly, pulling it out of the sweaty hat. i pulled out a paper. my eyes scanned the big bold letters on the top of the page which read "restrainging order"

hm. i wonder whos it is. and.. why they have it..? Trumps mouth dropped. then he slowly began to smirk.

"heh. thats mine queen" he smirked adn winked. he grabbed my hand tightly and guided me to the closet.

"hey babygurl" he said. i debby ryan faced at him. all of the sudden 3 tnetacles ripped out from his stomach and wrapped around me. his shirt ripped just enough so i could see his manly 20 pack. the tentacles pulled me closer to him and he smashes his wet crusty lips against mine. he tasted like absolute poop but its okaybecause hes hot and hes a baddie. i deepedened into the kith and rested my arms around his neck. how do i explain that. you know that thing girls do inmovies where they like stretch out their arms and cross them around the dudes neck?? yeah pretend youre doing whatever that is okay? okay.

we both pull apart to gasp for air as if we we drowinign. i mean,, i kinda was. trump has so much saliva in his mouth. anyways so then he picked me up and um he,, what do you even do while you make out? um. so trump picked me up and threw me against the waLASJDLKSJF no i cant say it. bye- he gently. put me on the wall? like spiderman.and then started to brush my hair behind my ear using his toungue

"i like snickers" he whispered. then he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"you like snickers bby?" he agressivavevally yelled into my ear causing me to jump. my head dropped 190 degrees and i made a overdramamtic confused face.

"um yes nya." i said. he smirked with his toothy grin. is a grin a nd a smirk the same thing? idek. anyways uh he pulled ojt a smicker from hisp ocket. it was like
half melted but thats ok. hes just a little hot. a little sweaty. he peellleled the bag open and melted snicker was all over his fingers.

"may i?" i sat there like that one standing emoji which i cant type becausse im on notepad on my laptop and i cant do emojis on notepad. (eyeroll emoji) a thoght came into my head and im smirked.

"catboy?" i said, still standing like that emoji that is funny for no reason. WIAT. nono forget the emoji,, i stood like shane dawson. (smirk emoji) my mind comes upwith so many good ideas o mg.m (edit: i say my brain comes up with so many good ideas but im sitting here writing about y/n making out with catboy trump)

"k" he said and walked to the other side of the closet grabbing cat ears and a tail. he put them on and ca,e back.

"im hot now right? ok now stay still nya" he said, grabbing my head by my hair and shoved my head back farther than a human head will go back he kept grapshing my hair but then he took the snickers in his other hand and begin to pour it down my nostierwals. my. nosterials. nostirals. nostrals. nosteresals. idk how to spell it but pretend i spelt it correctly.

(just realizing this was prob more than 7 minutes oops)

as he was licking the dripping melted snickers from my nostererrerals we heard a knock on the door and he quickly licked the rest so no one saw it driping or whatevermelted snickers do in your noses. then we casually walked out as if nothing happened.......................................................................................

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i found this deep in my files while cleaning out my computer for storage so here u go enjoy besties