Bambi Fnf Fanart Novels & Stories

" Laughing, I watched his mind link again, but this time his face looked scared, then angry. "OOOO Bambi is coming to give you a bruisin!" I laughed aloud, teasing the beta. The last time I saw Bambi fight the rogue hunters who kidnapped us, I was so impressed with the fierceness of that girl. I was surprised as well, and I thought that her greatest weapon would be to talk her enemies into submission, but I was wrong.

He would definitely recognize me once he saw my picture. Roger shoved my ID up to the camera. I straightened as much as I could, silently pleading for Tyler to look closely. Tyler murmured. "Not bad. Pretty face. Just a little short-haired, almost boyish. And the name…" He squinted at the ID. "Bambi? Isn’t that a cartoon character?" Then he burst out laughing.

, he said. I rolled my eyes. "Give me your phone ", I said stretching out my hands. He arched his brow, "Why?". "Just give me your phone Amber I'm not going to judge you for sending your nudes to people or owning an only fans page, just give me your phone ", I said. He handed it over. His wallpaper was a pencil portrait, it looked familiar thoe, couldn't put my finger on it. I ignored . I went to Safari and searched for little lamb pictures.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

"Bambi won't win first place!" Beau's tearful eyes were filled with disbelief as he stared at Niamh. "You don't believe me?" Niamh smirked and gently squeezed Beau's shoulder. "Just watch me!" Nearby, Bambi had a large plastic bag beside her, containing her craft project. With a sly smile, Niamh walked over and casually pressed her foot onto the bag. Bambi noticed Niamh's movement out of the corner of her eye. Though she was much shorter than Niamh, Bambi was quick.

That hand moves immediately to his back pocket, where his gun is tucked, the impulse to just kill every single one of these men staring at Bambi just a little too tempting in this moment. But that thought – and every single other of them – are immediately wiped from Frankie’s mind when he sees why all the men are starting to make so much noise. Bambi has moved to the pole at the center of the stage and is swinging artfully around it, taking time to pose her body in the sexiest ways he’s ever seen. God, fuck, the arch of her back, the way she lets her head hang back, her mouth falling open… She is…a fucking fantasy made flesh.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

Fiona grinned mischievously, “Back in my wild days, I knew an audio-visual store owner with a rich collection of films. Aren’t you looking for…that? I’ve sourced some for you, study up.” Bella paused, then caught on, “Adult films?” Such things weren’t particularly interesting, but Fiona’s suggestion piqued her curiosity. Fiona gave her a knowing look, “European, Japanese, anime…though Japanese ones aren’t great, too ugly.” “Got any Ultraman?” Fiona scrutinized her disdainfully. No wonder they were incompatible. Ultraman? Where’s the appeal in that? “You also want to watch Transformers?” “Transformers shoot oil.” She had inadvertently seen Transformers erotic fan art—way too much for her.

The creature tilted its head, lips peeling away from bloody teeth in something that looked like a smile. “Run…” it rasped—voice broken, guttural, barely human. The sound of it slithered down her spine like ice water. Then the last word hissed out, sharp and deliberate— “…Bambiiii, run.” It took a second for her world to turn dark.

I already know the answer to that question, i was just hoping that it was just some kind of nightmare. "Oh dear, i'm very sorry for you loss." She sounded sincere. "I've never wanted to help them with all this slavery-related work but I've got no choice, like most of us.. I'm so sorry but i'm just doing my job here. Now, can i ask you some questions?" I calmed myself down and nodded again. "Okay, Bambi. How old are you?" "17." "Date of birth?" "24th of June 1998." She typed down all the information on her tablet.