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Happy 4th from me and my baby💕

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that  d e a t h  vibe

speedpaint

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Okay, so this is actually rather hot.~ XD

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Do you accept artwork? I have a drawing you might like and I could.do more if you like.

Belle: 7

Megara: 6

Pocahontas: 5

Esmerelda: 5

Jasmine: 4

Tiana: 3

Ariel: 1

Mulan: 1

Cinderella: 1

Aurora: 1

Other: 3

Kinks:

Lesbian: 5

Bestiality: 3

Incest: 3

Gay: 1

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“Stop smiling, you little bitch.” Frollo was holding her down, her breasts smashed against the cool tiles. Esmerelda ignored him and smirked anyways. He hated that she enjoyed being fucked hard. He wanted her to hate this. He wanted her to be punished. Too bad for him, she loved it.

Even the thought of his spindly little hands wrapped around her throat was enough to get her wet. She was enjoying this quite a lot.

“Stop fucking me then.” She retorted. She was rewarded by the feeling of his fingers digging her harder into the skin of her back. He brought his other hand down hard on her ass.

“Shut up!” He cried and she arched back wanting more, needing more. They were both so close to release, and Esmerelda knew just how to push him over the edge.

“Please…” she faked a tremor in her voice, “just don’t cum in me.” He yanked her hips back against him and let himself fill her pussy with his cum. So predictable.

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Fresme

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Raccoons like shiny things <3

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Goosebumpsona Gift Batch 1/?? 

I am so sorry it’s been taking me forever to get these done x_x;; I’m trying to crank them out as soon as possible! They’re also transparent, so use them how you wish~

Sorry if I got any of the colors wrong!

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l o o k  a t  t h a t …

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“Ever since I was 11, I wanted Frollo and Esmeralda to end up together. Only a few years later I realized that was shipping. I’m 20 now and I still totally ship them.”

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Bittersweet by: Gothika Faerie

Frollo examined the deformed boy's body yet again, his eyebrow raised. Yes, he had to be dead. Unless, that generous hump of his provided somewhat of a barrier for his heart. He nudged the crumpled, bloody heap with his foot. Quasimodo made no movement whatsoever. The hunchback's hump wasn't rising and falling like if he was breathing. Oh yes, the dear boy was certainly dead. Frollo sneered. Stupid, naïve boy! How dare he steal off his dear Esmeralda? Did he think he could actually succeed? That he would be hailed a hero for this? In his own twisted and dark mind, Frollo believed Quasimodo had it coming. The dear boy had been too much of an obstacle for him anyway. Finally, he was dead and no longer a problem. The judge never expected it to be so easy. He had simply snuck up behind the dear boy, pretended to comfort him while in reality he had been cloaking a dagger behind him. As poor, innocent Quasimodo was mourning the loss of the beautiful La Esmeralda, Frollo decided to go for broke. Taking advantage of the hunchback's bowed head and regretful sobs, Frollo slammed the razor-sharp dagger straight into the warm, jutting hump. Thankfully, the dear boy didn't scream. All that slipped past his lips was a hoarse gasp. Frollo had watched, bewildered as the poor boy slumped down to the floor onto his stomach, the blood seeping out of the wound in his back. Eerie silence followed that tense moment as Heaven claimed Quasimodo's body. Frollo sighed, mentally convincing himself that this was all for the best. Now, that monster can join his damned gypsy mother in Hell. Supporting his foot on the bed, Frollo gripped the dagger and yanked it out. Blood continued to spurt out of Quasimodo's gargantuan hump. Frollo wiped the dagger free of the hunchback's blood on his robe and sheathed it back into his sleeve. His granite eyes swept over the misshapen boy's wounded and lifeless body once more. God have mercy on the hideous bell ringer. The minister was soon pondering on how to dispose of the bleeding, deformed corpse without attracting much suspicion when a soft groan alerted him. Frollo gasped, staring in amazement at the hunchback. He was irritated. How many times did he have to kill this unholy demon? However, it wasn't a youthful, boyish groan that would predictably come from Quasimodo's mouth. No, this pained groan was husky, fatigued…and feminine. Frollo's eyes widened. His breath caught in his throat. No, it can't possibly be. He whirled around, his robes swishing about, spreading collected dust about. Yet, it was. Esmeralda had awakened. True, she wasn't fully conscious. She still was giddy and exhausted from the heated events that had occurred. Frollo's obsessive search…the execution…his proposal…her defiant rejection…the gypsy's head was swimming with tormenting visions of scorching flames and copious amounts of blood. She massaged her scalp, her head feeling like it had been forcefully cracked open by a machete. Her vision was so blurred that she nearly, frightfully, thought Frollo was an angel. An Angel of Death of course! She gasped, shocked and terrified. Frollo was just as flabbergasted as she was. The gypsy…she lives! His eyes roving around her, he still could not believe how radiant she was. Yes, she was a bit charred from the near execution. Still, she was so devilishly beautiful. He gritted his teeth, feeling himself harden at the sheer sight of her. She was rubbing her eyes with her palms and attempting to make sense of all that had happened. She looked so lost, so innocent and so…desirable. A thought struck Frollo. They were alone. Completely alone. No Archdeacon to tell him he couldn't touch her. No darling captain of hers to save her. No Quasimodo to guard her with her life. No rabid gypsies to defend her. They were alone. This discovery sent a burning sensation through Frollo. One he had been perpetually feeling ever since he first saw the exotic beauty before him. Victory permeated his brain, causing a sly smirk to spread across his sharp features. Until, Esmeralda was finally able to dissipate the cloudy mist before her eyes and brain. Finally, conscious enough to think, her unfortunate green pupils fell upon Quasimodo's fallen and bleeding body. An inhumanly blood-curdling scream erupted from the gypsy's rosy lips. "MONSTER!" She shrieked at Frollo, strength suddenly pulsating through her limbs. How could this cruel tyrant kill her friend? Oh, dear Quasimodo. He never did anything to deserve such a quick death. Esmeralda was fuming, infuriation pouring out of her synapse. Her hair was unruly around her. Her green eyes flashed fire. Her teeth were clenched. Her fists held high for a duel. Her back, straight and bold. To any other man, this would have been intimidating, if not, frightening. To Frollo however, she just looked horrendously arousing. A flash of fire coursed through him and he stifled a growl at the sudden, aching pressure between his thighs. The gypsy still affected him despite looking downright murderous. Damned witch! Her exotic beauty seemed to intensify in her rage. Why God, could she not look like a harridan when she gets furious? He growled again, feeling the deepening tightness in his groin. To be alone with her was just too much. Too much for him to handle after all he had gone through to have her in his reach. Esmeralda wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of being with him all alone. Concentrating all the mustered strength into her shaky, heavy limbs, she bolted for the door. She never expected Frollo to beat her to it, slam it shut and block it with his considerable height. He leered at her hungrily. She was his now. Vulnerable, shaking and terrified. Just like how he fantasized being with her would be. She'd be obedient, consensual and pleading. Oh, how he thanked God with all his heart for this! The gypsy's emerald eyes widened at the brazen lust in his granite eyes. Eyes usually so steel and dead were now ablaze with a wild, uncontrollable fire. Esmeralda was usually bold when it came to men staring at her lustfully. But with Frollo, she felt her entire frame trembling. The courage and anger from before vanished bit by bit and was now replaced with pure fear. Frollo was a sadistic man. There was no telling on what he would do to her now that he finally had her in his iron grasp. "There's no escape now, gypsy. As you can see your dear hunchback guardian is well indisposed of and your darling captain is not here to save you. You are here and you are mine," With that declaration, Frollo grabbed and pulled her close towards his painfully hard and burning hot frame. Esmeralda let out a high-pitched squeal of horror at the growing pressure against her hipbone. It seemed to thicken and lengthen with her pressed so closely to him. She started to struggle in his arms but honestly the gypsy was still shaken and feeble from her near execution. Having Frollo gripping so tightly, bruising her arms and scaring her with his intense gaze wasn't helping matters. "Get on the bed," He gruffly ordered her. Esmeralda's head snapped back to face his. So much dizzying terror for her life numbed her common sense and all she could muster to answer was 'Huh'. Frollo rolled his eyes and shoved her roughly towards the makeshift cot she had been resting in earlier. "I said 'get on the bed'. Now!" His tone was poisonous, a tone that belonged to someone who meant business. Esmeralda glared at him fearfully. She wanted to scream, hoping either Phoebus or the gypsies could come rescue her from this depraved pervert. She even, foolishly enough, wanted Quasimodo to regain life and stop this bastard from having his way with her. But she knew both ideas were hopeless. Everyone was busy downstairs, fighting and rioting. Quasimodo was as dead as a doornail. She was stuck with this vile monster. A monster that looked like he would kill her brutally if she dared deny his wish of her lying obediently on the bed. God, she wanted to run! She wanted to rid the world of this unpardonable sinner! However, she really was much too drained. The old, more energetic Esmeralda would draw a dagger and fight Frollo. But this sapped, unarmed and traumatized Esmeralda just couldn't call on the energy to fight. So, sighing in utmost defeat, she laid on the bed, her eyes boring helplessly into the ceiling as though hoping God would save her right now. Her only hope was that Frollo would get over what he was going to do with her quickly. Given his age, it probably wouldn't take very long. Then, she could just let sweet oblivion embrace her. Frollo was quite pleasantly shocked the gypsy complied to his wishes. She really was at her weakest state here and her usual fighting spirit seemed to evaporate. Good girl, he thought with a devilish smirk. He hoped she wasn't too drained. He needed her to feel and accept everything he was going to offer her. He needed her to react to all his touches. His loins ached tremendously, practically begging for a release. He groaned, clutching at himself. Finally, he had his one true desire before him, lying vulnerable on the bed, awaiting his touch and kiss. He wasn't going to waste one more minute. He immediately found himself on the bed, looming over her and taking in every delicious curve and contour. Esmeralda shuddered in disgust at his leering gaze. His eyes traveled from her toned calves, tanned thighs, prominent hips, slender waist, full, pert, large breasts, graceful neck, rosebud lips and shimmering green eyes. She despised this genocidal sex maniac. Still, she was just too tired to push him away and bolt for the door. Frollo's slender hands began to massage up and down her calves, reveling in the soft, sun kissed skin. He bit his lip as he watched her bountiful chest heaving up and down due to her unsteady breathing. It was almost painful to not rip her thin, starchy prisoner's shift off and fuck her right there and then. But no, he wanted to savor the luminous radiance before him. "Esmeralda…" Oh, her name felt elegant and forbidden as it dropped from his dry, cold lips. His tongue darted out to moisten them. He laid himself down on top of her, his stiffened member resting against her thigh. He was so hard and so incredibly aroused that the slightest brush against her inner thigh drove him wild with ecstasy. His silver hair, disheveled and sweat-drenched, he lowered his lips onto hers. The minute he claimed her juicy rose petals, the kiss intensified.

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