11 Works by Cookme1122
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Kaz creates a supply closet for the soldiers on Mother Base, Venom is cucked by Ocelot, and they fuck about it.
Venom chuckled at the comment. "Guess not. Good thing I ran into you then.” He silently approached Kaz from behind, pressing against his back and reaching past to pull a small bottle off the shelf with his mechanized hand.
The commander tipped his head back into V’s chest. “Cucked by a plastic horse dick and now you’re desperate.”
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Amidst the Darkness by Cookme1122
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: If | Fire Emblem: Fates, Fire Emblem Series
27 Feb 2026
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A young Leo is terrified of the storm outside and seeks comfort from his beloved retainer.
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Akira gets home from work later than expected, and his boyfriends are already asleep.
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You burst through the door of the precinct break room urgently. “Kim!”
“Kim, I need you to piss on me.”I needed more disco piss fics so I made one.
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Surrounded by a halo of streetlight pouring through the window, Kim pulled his shirt up and over his head, setting it aside in the hamper before turning around. There was a faint jingle of metal as he did so, revealing to Harry his bare chest, his nipples each adorned with a silver hoop, with a thin silver chain hanging attached to them over the expanse of his pale skin.
Harry was awestruck. “I– Kim… Wow…” He reached out and held the lowest part of the chain on his fingertips, looking first to marvel at the delicate metal, then turning his gaze upward to meet Kim’s own. “Fucking hell, Kim.”
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Harry and Kim take hormones together or something.
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ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY: Hey buddy. Get with the program. Kim here’s going to fill you to the brim with anal beads. You’ve gotta relax for that to happen.
PERCEPTION: Your skin is hot, especially your groin. It is a stark contrast to the cold lube-coated silicone bead that is pressed against your asshole.
KIM KITSURAGI: His slender fingers press it into the ring of muscle a little harder. “Harry?”
YOU: “Hm? Yeah, go ahead,” you confirm, tilting your head forward to look at him over the crest of your belly.
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KIM KITSURAGI: “Khm…”
PERCEPTION: That sound wasn’t a figment of your imagination.
REACTION SPEED: In an instant, your eyes shoot open and your head twists back to front.
PERCEPTION: Sitting backwards in an old desk chair at the foot of the bed is Kim Kitsuragi.
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I never intended this to be 12 pages long in my fanfiction document but that's what it turned out to be. A lot of inspiration came from the shower scene in Refrigerabo's "This Time, This Place." Go check that out, it's way better than this.
PERCEPTION: What’s there to say? You’ve seen this all before. Countless times. His arms are more muscular than his jacket lets on, his hips narrow, grabbable, as if they were made to fit into your large hands. A line of dark hair travels down below his navel to his pubic region, as if urging you to keep following it further.
ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY: And his dick! Yours alone to behold, and how badly you want to reach out and see how it reacts to your touch. How all of him will react.
CONCEPTUALIZATION: There is no medium that could accurately reflect the beauty of the man before you.
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I wrote this a while ago, before I was stupid enough to start posting these things online. If you enjoy, don't forget to leave a kudos. :)
Hal was adamant he didn’t mean to pry. Ok, maybe he meant to a little bit, but that wasn’t the original intention. He was trying to pull up a forgotten link to a news article David had shown him earlier, and was sifting through the search history of the spare laptop he let Dave use. He expertly found the page he was looking for, and pulled it up in a window as he continued to browse. “Hot Twink FUCKS Muscular Daddy,” read the tantalizing page title of a porn link. Oh. He found Dave’s porn preferences.
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This is totally just self indulgent smut. That's all.From his pocket, Ivan procured a slender steel rod. His dexterous fingers wrapped around a delicate handle that tapered down the length. On the other end was something of a bud shape, only about a centimeter in diameter, but still heavy enough to cause the stem to bow under the weight.
Volgin cocked his brow. “Where’d you get something like that?”