Creepypasta Girlfriend scenarios [WLW]

Creepypasta Girlfriend scenarios [WLW]

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación dom, ene 15, 2023
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A series of situations where the ladies (no minors obviously) of the infamous Creepypasta fandom are brought to entertain your heart, and maybe possess it. this may have Smut, angst, fluff etc! you have been warned!!!! image can be found on: http://lesbianpulp.blogspot.com/2013/03/why-i-love-lesbian-pulp-fiction.html?m=1 This image is not my own, credit is directed to its original artist!
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Their friends call them, Nightmare and Crimson. Sisters they are, and no matter what they stick by each other's sides. Even the worst tragedies can't break these two apart, it just brings them closer because now all they have is each other. Their loves were ruined when their dad died. He was a career fire fighter and died when a house came down on top of him. they day John died in that fire, his second daughter, Crimson, was born. Nightmare, or as some know her, Night, was only a year old. Neither girls really knew their father, but once he died life turned dark. Once they were ten and eleven they moved a their mother, Katherine, made them slaves. Beatings happened, and never stopped until they realized they were followed. That's how they met the two they were destined with. But all too soon, it gets taken from them. No more happiness, love, or compassion. Just fuzzy, hazy memories of those who you used to love. Just little familiarities to those they loved.

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