Uke/ bottom shinra kusakabe oneshots (because why not?)

Uke/ bottom shinra kusakabe oneshots (because why not?)

  • WpView
    Reads 6,435
  • WpVote
    Votes 85
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
WpMetadataReadOngoing14m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 28, 2020
WpInfo
Fanfic
I love fire force,I am a fujoshi and shinra is my spiritual child. Explanations aside , I didn't find a lot of ''uke shinra'' material so, you gotta make your own crumbs. WARNING:I might mess around and subject shinra to the ukefication ray. smut won't be seen a lot in that book because this is my first work. Disclaimer:Any art in the book isn't mine until l say so or show my art with my signature. Note:characters might be a bit or too ooc so,bear with me. ALSO note:The characters in this book are in no way mine , fire force isn't mine it's Atsushi Ōkubo's. rambling aside, let's get goin'.
All Rights Reserved
#333
firstfanfic
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Green Fields Beyond
  • A week away (Sanegiyuu)
  • ⚡️Through the Eyes of the Forgotten⚡️ (hiatus)
  • Silly goofy davesport oneshots book
  • Sanegiyuu oneshots
  • Spideypool One shots
  • 🩸☾ BloodMoon (KokuZan) Oneshots ☽🩸
  • Out of the ordinary | Muichiro Tokito

I owed her a proper letter, I didn't write enough, but what could I say. It seemed like everyone else wrote so much more than me, but they probably had more people to write to than just their mom. Every time I tried to tell her what happened with Anne, what the trenches were like, how desperately I had to hold myself together, the agony I was always in, why should she know, what was the point. I never could figure out if it was kind or cruel that demons could never have demonic parents, my mom's humanity meaning she would never know how it was, and sometimes, like now, I wouldn't tell her if I could. I like being her invincible daughter, like no other succubus, how happy she was when I convinced her I would survive this, and I would, but she didn't need to know how, but I couldn't lie. My letter told her I was alive, not sick or injured, that I miss my home, I miss her, that I love her. It was what I could manage, so it had to be enough, she would understand. This is smut with a lot of plot. Content Warnings/Additional Tags (This is intended to be a fun read, but one where characters deal with serious issues). Lesbian Infertility Queer Gender Dysphoria Legal Discrimination Eating Disorders Guns Futa Chronic Pain Bigotry

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines