teagueful: Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part One]

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teagueful) wrote,
@ 2007-10-31 03:59:00

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Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part One]
So. lolz, obviously Phoenix Wright is one of my favorite fandoms. Other than Kingdom Hearts. And I've been filling out a ton of requests for the Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme.

I've been writing lots lately and I looked around for a Phoenix Wright meme but I couldn't find one. Not even on the Master Link of Kink Memes. I moped about it for a bit. Then I was like, lolz. Why can't I do it? So.

PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!

ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!

After that, your request will be filled out by ANONYMOUS.

If you make a request, please at least attempt at filling one out. We don't want all requests and no fics! Please keep the train moving, thanks. Also, if a pairing and/or kink inspires you, but it's already filled out, don't back off - more than one submission per kink is acceptable! If it inspires you, who cares? Write! :D

P.S., I LOVE YOU ANONYMOUS

So let's get writing!

Please to be pimping this out? Thanks ♥

Remember:
→ Keep it anonymous for fun times!
→ Make a request? Fill one out.
→ Try not to chat too much or anonymous might think the request has been filled.
→ Check out the Master Link of Kink Memes for other fandoms.
→ Here's a list of kinks to get your mind jogging.
→ Requests can be filled out more than once
→ Please only one request per comment!
→ All fanwork is not restricted to just fiction. If you'd like to draw, or otherwise, feel free! :D
→ It's up to the author to decide whether or not to use Japanese or English names.
→ For quick reference: Ryuichi Naruhodo = Phoenix Wright | Miles Edgeworth = Reiji Mitsurugi
→ Wank somewhere else, thanks.
→ If you make a request, at least attempt at filling one out. Try not to request more than you're filling out.
→ Replying to requests in the form of roleplay is allowed. If you're threading it, then PLEASE thread in your own post so you don't waste comment space.
→ Keep it fun. 8D

Holy shit you guys, this is epic.

!!! an index of completed ficcage can be found here !!!
Thanks,

sabinelagrande

!!! Here there be unfinished prompts !!!
Another big thanks goes to

kaylesta for this one.
*this isn't being updated anymore*

!!! Unfinished prompts - the new post !!!

UPDATE POST!
Check here for regular updates including new and filled kinks!

Haha, I love you guys.

PART 1 ☆ PART 2 ☆ PART 3
PART 4 ☆ PART 5 ☆ PART 6
PART 7 ☆ PART 8 ☆ PART 9
PART 10 ☆ PART 11 ☆ PART 12
PART 13 ☆ PART 14 ☆ PART 15
PART 16 ☆ PART 17
DISCUSSION
Please don't forget to check previous parts for unfilled requests!

ALSO SEE
THE COURT OF APPEALS
The re-requesting meme!

Attention: I went through part one and made some more space by deleting comments that had no replies, including requests. Feel free to re-request. If I ended up deleting a request you were writing for, then request it here on part two yourself and then reply to it. I'm sure you can remember the prompt and pairing you were writing for.

I really don't have the time to go through all the comments. :\

If the Kink Meme part one is full please post your finished works on the most recent part, with a link to the original request.

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	(Anonymous) 2007-10-31 05:11 pm UTC (link)
	godot x edgeworth, watersports ps i dont write, can i draw a picture for someone else's request instead (those two comments probably make it totally obvious to you who this is but whatever haha) (Reply to this) (Thread)

ANON SORTA BUT-NOT-REALLY DELIVERS
(Anonymous)
2007-11-26 10:31 pm UTC (link)

I'll be honest, and up front: This probably wasn't what the OP had in mind. In fact, I'm positive it's not. -_-;

But seeing this prompt languish here troubled me, and since no once else has taken it: here's my take on it, or what popped into my head. I hope you like it anyway. :)

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“What was it they say? ‘What fills the eye fills the heart’? You might wanna close yours.”

Godot grinned Cheshire-like , and if the other man had been any closer, and not in a position to make him regret it immediately, Miles Edgeworth might very well have aimed a kick between his legs.

Of course, it figured even this wasn’t enough. He had to be a smug bastard about it as well. Miles pointedly kept his eyes open, and glared upwards.

“This particular deviant endeavor was your idea...” The prosecutor hissed, but it lacked a certain amount of authority that the tone alone might have usually implied. It was understandably difficult to be intimidating sitting stark naked in a near-stranger’s bathtub, even for him.

“And if you don’t get on with it, I can assure you the opportunity will be rescinded.”

The circumstances leading up to his being convinced to do this in the first place were still an odd sort of blur; not that he could have clearly delineated how these encounters between them had started in the first place. Or how said encounters had inexorably drifted from rushed flurries of removed clothing in stairwells and offices to private residences, parking lots, and now, by all appearances, cramped apartment bathrooms.

It had something to do with the sheer sordid nature of the entire arrangement. And perhaps, if he was honest, with the fact he didn’t often take ‘no’ for an answer. Perhaps he liked that; but Miles had avoided introspection on the matter. It never led anywhere good, and—

“You know, I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago. …think of it as warm tea. You’re a huge tea-fag, right?” Godot said, with a small shrug, still managing to project an amount of casual indifference while naked which most people couldn’t fully clothed.

Damn him anyway. “Hurry up, or I’m leaving.” Miles ground out from between clenched teeth, but obediently closed his eyes, tilting his head back with a graceful arch of his neck, and waited, a small crease in his brow the only indication he was doing this under duress. More or less.

“Pushy today, aren’t we?” Godot chuckled conversationally, but sighed. “It’s harmless. Would I lie to you?”

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 07:42 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix x Miles, fisting. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

I hope this is what you wanted...
(Anonymous)
2007-11-05 02:23 am UTC (link)

Miles was relaxing on the couch in his office, mug of tea in hand as he read over the day's trial record. Phoenix was getting better and better all the time. If he didn't watch out, that brat was going to catch up to him and the legal system would probably never recover. Not that it mattered, he'd won today, but tomorrow would be a new battle for the verdict.

A knock sounded at the door and Miles checked the clock, frowning. Who would have the nerve to disturb him so late at night? With a muttered sigh, he got to his feet and set the file and his mug of tea on the desk before striding to his door and yanking it open.

"What do you--" Miles started, stopping as he realizes who his visitor is. "Wright. What are you doing here?"

Wright strode into the room, past Miles and looked around. "Haven't been here in a bit. Still pink," he observed, hands in his pockets.

"You haven't answered my question," Miles reminded testily.

Wright turned and grinned at him, "Well, I wanted to congratulate you for pulling today's conclusion out of your ass."

Miles stiffened, "I resent the implication--"

Wright moved close, grabbing his hip and pulling Miles up against him. "I wanna know what else you can pull out your ass," he whispered hotly into his ear, making Miles shiver in delight. His hand crept down the front of Miles' pants and pulled the fly down. "You going to let me see what else is up there?"

Miles groaned and pulled Wright's mouth to his by the hair, not letting him move a inch from the kiss. "What are you planning, Wright?" he growled.

"You going to let me see what else is up there?" Wright repeated, smirking.

Miles rolled his eyes. "Fine, yes, I'll let you do whatever twisted idea it is that's floating around in that spikey head of yours."

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 07:48 am UTC (link)
	NaruMistu, rape recovery. (Preferrably, Naru being the abused party.) (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

IN WHICH I DELIVER (CRAPPILY)
(Anonymous)
2007-11-03 01:00 am UTC (link)

Though it's not that porny. My apologies. Um, and I'm using their English names, hope you don't mind. D:

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He was mildly alarmed when he walked through the front door sometime after midnight to discover little droplets of blood dotting his otherwise immaculate white carpet. He glanced to the right and found a pair of muddy sneakers lying askew on the shoe rack. And on the kitchen counter - ah. A keyring. Wright's, naturally. The only man who would dare make such a mess in their apartment.

But still, there was the blood. He shrugged out of his wet trenchcoat and folded it neatly over the back of the couch.

"Wright?" he called out.

Silence. Odd. The man was usually noisier than Main Street at rush hour.

He proceeded to the bedroom, where he discovered some soggy clothes lying in a heap near the hamper. A t-shirt and jogging shorts. Like the carpet, they too were bloody. Miles frowned. What exactly was going on here?

He started when the sound of the toilet flushing issued forth from the on-suite bathroom. He rose, holding the clothes, as the door opened and Wright stepped out, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His knuckles were busted and bleeding, and he wore the most magnificent example of a shiner Miles had ever seen.

"What the hell happened to you?" he demanded.

"Nothing," Wright murmured.

Miles shook the clothes in his face. "Then how do you explain this?"

Wright shoved past him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Or tried to, at any rate; he winced as he bent at the waist, almost crying out when his ass touched the mattress.

"Wright, please -"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Why not?"

"Look, just shut up."

And then it clicked. Miles unfolded the clothes he held in his hands to discover that the seat of Wright's shorts were drenched with blood. When he caught Wright's eye, the once-upon-a-time defense attorney looked away.

"It's not what you think," he said.

"Isn't it?" Miles returned coldly.

Wright said nothing. He drew his knees up to his chest and looked so goddamn small and defeated that Miles didn't know what to do or say. He thought of some stranger pawing and groping and forcing his dick up Wright's ass, and really, he just felt robbed. For the both of them.

"Wright..." he said helplessly. "I don't know how to comfort you."

Wright ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath. "I don't expect comfort or anything. I know you better than that."

Miles frowned. Despite the truth to his words, it stung. "Oh, for God's sake, Wright, I'm not a monster."

"Of course not." He pulled Miles down on the bed next to him. "You're good at being sensual, though, not tender. And you can't fuck the pain away."

Hesitantly, Miles took Wright's hand and twined their fingers together, reassured when Wright's hand squeezed his. "You know... I never expected anything of the kind."

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Er... pls to not be crucifying me for teh crap.

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WRITER HERE - (Anonymous), 2007-11-05 06:10 am UTC (Expand)

New writer! Part Deux, Act One - (Anonymous), 2007-11-06 08:02 am UTC (Expand)

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Fic: 1/? (Phoenix's POV) - (Anonymous), 2008-04-10 06:20 am UTC (Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:04 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix/Miles - massage. (Reply to this) (Thread)

Funny Business (Pt 1)
(Anonymous)
2007-11-02 12:31 pm UTC (link)

Hope this is what you had in mind. I just realised though that you asked for Phoenix/Miles and this is Miles/Phoenix. Sorry, it's just how it played out in my head :( Hope that's okay?
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It had been a shitty day. Phoenix sighed as he threw his briefcase onto the armchair with some force, simultaneously hooking his fingers into his collar to pull off his tie. He was tired, tense and irritable. Christ, I can’t stand clients who lie to me.

Wandering into the kitchen, he pulled a cold can of beer from the fridge and cracked it open, gulping down several mouthfuls at once. It failed to make him feel better and in fact the ice-cold liquid sent a shooting pain into his head that reminded him he had also been unable to pay his dentist’s bill this month. Childishly, and somewhat petulantly, he kicked the refrigerator door, adding another dint to the array that already marred it.

“How very mature.”

Phoenix almost choked on a swig of beer and turned quickly to see Miles Edgeworth leaning nonchalantly against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed and wearing nothing but a pair of loose pyjama bottoms. The prosecutor looked typically smug.

“Don’t creep up on me like that, Edgeworth,” Phoenix was openly irritable. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Wright, I don’t 'creep', as you so delightfully put it. I merely have more grace than the average elephant … unlike some people. And I’m here because you gave me a key.” He didn’t look in the least bit put out, which was mildly annoying.

“Whatever.” Phoenix couldn’t be bothered to engage in verbal sparring after a day like he’d just had, even if that sparring did involve Edgeworth in a rare state of half-undress.

He turned back to the refrigerator and feigned an interest in one of Maya’s Steel Samurai magnets on the door.

He was hoping Edgeworth had taken the hint when he felt hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Bad day?” The prosecutor sounded more sympathetic all of a sudden.

“You could say that.”

Edgeworth’s hands tightened on his shoulders and he felt thumbs exploring the knots of muscle at the back of his neck. “You’re very tense.” It was a statement of fact, but Phoenix bristled slightly. “Yeah. And I have a headache too, so don’t get any ideas.”

Edgeworth laughed, and despite his tiredness the sound of it cheered Phoenix slightly. The prosecutor so rarely laughed, even now, that it was something to be treasured when it happened.

“I think I can help with that,” Edgeworth said, matter-of-factly.

“I told you Edgeworth, I’m not in the mood for any funny business.”

He didn’t see it, but Phoenix could swear that he was able to hear the sound of the prosecutor’s eyebrow arching. The hands on his shoulders retreated.

“Would you consider a massage to be ‘funny business’?”

Phoenix considered that, as he turned to face the other man. “That depends.”

“’I’ll keep my clothes on. But you’ll have to take yours off.”

“Objection! You’re hardly wearing any clothes to keep on,” Phoenix pointed out. “But that does sound good,” he had to admit, as the throbbing in his head and neck reasserted itself.

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:06 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix x Miles, begging on Phoenix's part and slight sadism on Miles'. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down (Pt 1)
(Anonymous)
2007-11-02 05:32 pm UTC (link)

Just a bit of fun, really. You may like or hate, dunno.
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“But Miles, why not?” The defence lawyer sounded sulky, and he only used the prosecutor’s first name when he was building up to some emotional blackmail or other. Edgeworth sighed inwardly and concentrated his attention on making coffee. Dealing with any food or drink preparations at Wright’s apartment was akin to some kind of mission impossible at the best of times, and doing it with the defence attorney nagging him in the background was even more trying.

“It would be fun. Why don’t you think it would be fun?”

Edgeworth ground his teeth, steadfastly refusing to look round from the kitchen counter. He stirred his coffee pointedly, choosing his words carefully.

“Because I’m not ‘in to’ that kind of thing, Wright. It’s … humiliating.”

“I’m not asking to tie you up Edgeworth, or to take photographs or anything. I want you to tie me up and … do things to me.”

The prosecutor whipped round, annoyance written all over his face.

“I know what you’re asking for, Wright,” he snapped. “It’s still humiliating. I don’t have any desire to ‘do’ things to you while you’re restrained. I can’t imagine why you think I would derive any enjoyment out of that at all.”

“You might. You never know until you try it. It might feel good to have me at your mercy.” Phoenix was grinning, now – that irritatingly boyish grin that he apparently considered to be as good as a winning smile.

Edgeworth snorted and turned back to his coffee.

“Can’t we just try it, once? I bet it would be hot.” The defence attorney’s voice had taken on a wheedling tone. “Please?”

Edgeworth’s lack of response to the pleading elicited a disappointed sigh as Wright evidently decided to give up. But as the kitchen door swung back in his wake he unmistakeably heard the defence attorney mutter something under his breath. “You’re such a prude, Miles.”

That just about did it. Throwing the teaspoon down the prosecutor fumed for a while, gripping the edge of the worktop with his fingers to help get his temper back under control.

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:17 am UTC (link)
	ok so i want (written or drawn) an image of damon gant jackhammering mike meekins in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as redd white gives birth to something resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on the grossbergs tummy-tum. and yes i am completely serious about this. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	We're all going to hell for this picture! (Anonymous) 2007-11-23 07:27 pm UTC (link)
	http://i14.tinypic.com/6jppd3r.jpg I hope Anonymous is happy! I've just sealed a one way ticket to hell complete with Gant raping my face for eternity for you. With love! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)(Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:18 am UTC (link)
	Damon Gant/Jake Marshall. Jake walks in to find Gant in a gold bikini on the floor. Points for organ-sex and Jake making Gant his woman. (Reply to this) (Thread)

i can't believe i'm writing this
(Anonymous)
2007-11-04 03:32 pm UTC (link)

Jake really didn't like going to the Chief's office.

And when he saw Gant lying there, sprawled out on a towel wearing that golden thing that he'd actually sadly seen before, this was precisely why. For all the world it looked like Gant was sunbathing, even though he was indoors.

Well, in truth Jake wasn't necessarily surprised, since Gant was... eccentric, to say the least. Who knew what he was actually doing.

Jack noticed that he had a spectacular view of Gant's golden crotch, then quickly wished he hadn't.

Gant looked up at his approach with a wide smile.

"Hello there, Jake-ums!" Couldn't he have just gone with Jakey? That would have been less... awkward. "Care to join me?"

Jake's eyes could not move off of that golden bulge, which seemed to get bigger all the more that he stared at it. Why was he staring at it. He pointed a finger at Gant as if he could shoot him and his sudden fascination with what was under that gold lamé away.

"They shoot you for that in Texas."

"Do they?" Gant tilted his head, still smiling that huge smile of his and he ever so slightly raised his legs, and dear god, kind of spread them apart. "Sounds like my kind of place."

He charged in, as they might have put it in Texas, with guns blazing.

There was something so satisfying about having such a powerful, huge body beneath his own, writhing and gasping and laughing (who laughed during sex? Oh right, this was Damon Gant) and strangely fitted to his own, moving with him rather than against him, strangely compliant and yet...

Jake wished he had brought a hair tie or something since it was getting in his eyes, stuck to his forehead, yanked when caught between their bodies at times, and he mumbled something that made Gant chuckle somewhat through a moan, and he just knew Neil was going to kill him for this.

I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FIT IN THE ORGAN SEX BUT I GAVE IT MY BEST SHOT

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:20 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix/Maya, office sex (Reply to this) (Thread)

I SHALL TAKE THE TASK
(Anonymous)
2007-11-16 06:05 am UTC (link)

El-Jay needs more MayaPhoenix! X( Rawr!

This is on the fluffy, romantic side. :3

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Since Phoenix had made a name for himself as a big-time Defense Attorney, he was also losing more and more free-time. The hours were filled with answering telephone calls, inspecting crime-scenes, grilling witnesses, and, of course, standing in court and yelling "Objection!" with his finger proudly erect. Truly, Phoenix was becoming more and more busy with every passing day.

Good thing he had his trusty assistant, Maya Fey, helping him out more than ever. Last year, on her twenty-second birthday, Maya announced that she was passing on the Fey lineage to her cousin, Pearl, and that she would be staying with Phoenix as a full-time assistant in his firm. Although everyone, including Phoenix, had been shocked at her announcement, Maya refused to reconsider. "You need me," she told him, giving him an earnest smile.

That had also been the day that Maya had told Phoenix that she had been harboring romantic feelings for him. After everyone had gone to sleep, Maya snuck into Phoenix's room, her face as pink as a rose. Phoenix looked up, surprised at the sudden entrance. "Hey there partner," he had joked. "You have a nightmare?"

"I'm not...a little kid anymore," Maya said, looking down at her feet, her face growing even more red. "I'm twenty-two Nick..."

"I know," he said, realizing his joke had not been taken well. "I'm sorry. Of course you're not a kid. You're a woman -- you have been for a while. I was just kidding when I said that you had night--"

"I love you."

Phoenix thought his eyes would fall out of their sockets he was opening them so wide. "Wh-what did you say?"

"I love you, and I have for a long time," Maya looked up, trying to look Phoenix in the eye. She was shaking. "I love...I love how you stick up for the people who need the most help. I love how you never give up, no matter the obstacles...I love how kind you are, how sweet you are..." she was choking now. Was she crying? "And...I...that's why I want to be your full-time assistant! I've finally made up my mind!"

Although Phoenix was shocked, it didn't stop him from holding the crying Maya in his arms and rocking her back and forth. He had assured her that there was no reason to cry.

Although he wasn't sure about what he felt for Maya, Phoenix decided to give their relationship a try. It only took a few months before Phoenix realized that the strong emotions that he had once labeled as "care" or "friendly concern" were actually much stronger. He and Maya were definitely working out -- he loved her just as much as she loved him.

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:20 am UTC (link)
	Maya Fey/Mimi Miney at a burger joint. Forgive n' forget, "my sister died, too," fluffy comfort. Maybe unrequited love and/or first stirrings of stronger emotions. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:57 pm UTC (link)
	I'd like to try filling this out, but figuring out how I'm going to give Mimi some time out of jail at all is leaving me stumped. =/ (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)(Expand)

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a stab in the dark! anon gives it a shot - (Anonymous), 2007-11-08 09:55 am UTC (Expand)

pt 2! - (Anonymous), 2007-11-08 09:58 am UTC (Expand)

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also not the op - (Anonymous), 2007-11-08 06:16 pm UTC (Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:23 am UTC (link)
	Mia/Phoenix, anything really. Pre-death! (Reply to this) (Thread)

uhm, hope this is good...not really kinky?
(Anonymous)
2007-11-05 02:15 pm UTC (link)

More like....Mia's on a powertrip?
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"Phoenix Wright, get your ass in here and explain this mess!" Mia snapped, staring at her desk.

Phoenix stumbled into the room and gave a panicked salute, "Chief, yes Chief!"

Mia scowled. "What exactly is this mess?"

Phoenix peered over at her desk and flushed, "Uhm, well, you see..."

Mia arched a brow and crossed her arms, "Are you going to give me one of you lackadaisical excuses? Because I swear, if you lie to me, I'll make you wear the HAT."

Phoenix winced and squirmed a bit, "I uhm...got you a ham sandwich because they were out of turkey?"

Mia pointed at it, "Exactly! Take it back, right this second, and get me the right one!"

"But they're out of turkey!" Phoenix wailed.

"Are you an art student, or a lawyer intern?!" Mia scowled. "Find a different place with turkey! Do it, or I'll make you spend the rest of the day dressed as a French maid!"

"All right!" Phoenix squeaked, scurrying from the room.

Mia grinned; it was so good to own her own practice.

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Re: uhm, hope this is good...not really kinky? - (Anonymous), 2007-11-05 05:41 pm UTC (Expand)

HAH! - (Anonymous), 2007-11-05 07:12 pm UTC (Expand)

Re: uhm, hope this is good...not really kinky? - (Anonymous), 2007-11-06 10:17 am UTC (Expand)

Re: uhm, hope this is good...not really kinky? - (Anonymous), 2009-07-17 06:29 am UTC (Expand)

	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:27 am UTC (link)
	Fay Orgy. All the Fays. Maya, Mia, Pearl, Morgan, Dahlia, Iris, Elise- and even Bikini, just for kicks. It's okay if some of them are futanaris. (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2007-12-02 01:22 pm UTC (link)

Short little dialoguefic. I actually woke up at 4:50 with this running through my head. <<; The prologue randomly has Phoenix/Edgeworth ~~BECAUSE THE MEME DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH PHOENIX/EDGEWORTH ALREADY~~.

*ding-dong*
"Ah, Miles! Glad you could find time in your oh-so-busy schedule for a little personal time."
"Quite, Wright. Now, are you absolutely certain we will not be interrupted by that terribly annoying assistant of yours?"
"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about Maya. Her and Pearl got called back to the village for some sort of... training thingummy. Now, let's talk less about assistants and more on that wonderful ass..."

Little did Phoenix Wright know that in the tiny village of Kurain where Maya and Pearl Fey now found themselves, no spiritual training was occuring at all...
It was on the third Saturday of the month, and had been since Ami Fey's time. After all, with so few men staying in the village, the girls needed /some/ way to relieve those sexual urges...
Each Fey was present when the clock struck ten at night. Three pairs formed on opposite sides of the Channeling Chamber. This was the beginning, the foreplay before the group at the end.

ahh gtg post rest soon!

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:45 am UTC (link)
	Edgeworth/Gumshoe orgasm denial (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 05:07 pm UTC (link)
	Could you possibly clarify a little? I'm interested, but not quite sure what you mean. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)(Expand)

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backfillin' the kink meme - one commentbox at a time! - (Anonymous), 2009-02-23 08:17 am UTC (Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 08:55 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix/Edgeworth - Phoenix trying his damned best to cyber with Edgeworth while Edgeworth's secretary is required to be coming in and out of his office. Edgeworth can't help but be reluctantly and embarrasedly into it because that is what he does. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

ANON DELIVERS: REDUX, PART 1
(Anonymous)
2007-11-02 06:53 am UTC (link)

defending_u: [ So what are you wearing right now? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ ...What?? Wright, what is your problem? ]

defending_u: [ Oh come on, Edgeworth. Just go along with it for once in your life. Would it kill you to have a little fun? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ What sort of fun are we talking about, anyway? I hardly see how my wardrobe has anything to do with "fun". ]

"Here's your tea, Mr. Edgeworth." A short, cute brunette set a steaming teacup on the edge of the prosecutor's desk, and gave him a smile. "Was there anything else you needed?"

Edgeworth looked up, shaking his head and pulling the tea toward him, ignoring for the moment the flashing instant message window with the bizarre conversation starter thrown at him by one Phoenix Wright. "No that's fine, Hannah."

The secretary nodded and left the office, shutting the door softly behind her. Edgeworth turned back to his laptop and pulled up the window once more.

defending_u: [ ...You're kidding, right? Although I don't know why this surprises me. You probably don't use the internet to do anything but research cases in other states and look at the weather report. ]

defending_u: [ Edgeworth, you there? ]

defending_u: [ Edgeworth? Come on, don't be a spoilsport. ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ I'm sorry, my secretary was in here. Now, you were saying...? ]

defending_u: [ You're at work? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ Of course I am. It's two in the afternoon. ]

defending_u: [ ...Oh yeah. Heh. Anyway, where were we? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ I believe you were asking me what my attire is. Though I still can't imagine why. ]

defending_u: [ Just go with it, okay? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ Fine. I'm wearing my magenta suit, white cravat, black vest and black shoes. Much the same as I do every day when I'm at work. ]

defending_u: [ I've always thought that pink suit was sexy on you. :D ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ It's not pink, it's magenta. And thank you. ]

defending_u: [ Don't you want to know what I'm wearing? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ If I know you as well as I think I do, you're wearing the trousers from your suit, with your white shirt rolled up to your elbows and your tie hanging askew. ]

defending_u: [ ...How did you do that? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ I've seen it far too often. You need to develop a better sense of style. ]

defending_u: [ Whatever. So, what would you do if I walked up to you and pulled off your neck ruffle? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ It's a jabot. And I would ask you what the hell you think you're doing. ]

defending_u: [ Hey, what happened to going with it? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ But that's honestly what I would do, Wright. ]

defending_u: [ Pretend we're alone, and you don't have a case the next day. ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ What are you talking... oh. I see. ]

defending_u: [ Finally get it, huh? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ In a manner of speaking. ]

defending_u: [ So what would you do? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ This is completely ridiculous. I can't believe that you're trying to get me to participate in something so base and ...perverted. ]

defending_u: [ What would you do, Edgeworth? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ ... ]

defending_u: [ Hm? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ I would... ]

defending_u: [ Yeeeessss? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ Pull your tie off. There, happy? ]

defending_u: [ Very! After you did that, I would start to unbutton your vest, and kiss your chin. ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ You're lucky I don't strangle you with that tie someti...... ]

defending_u: [ Still with me? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ I can't believe you're doing this. ]

defending_u: [ It's a lot of fun, especially since we can't be together in the flesh. May as well have fantasies, right? So what would you do? ]

pro_se_cu_tor: [ I would--

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Too fun to pass up~ Part 1... - (Anonymous), 2007-11-02 07:19 am UTC (Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 09:04 am UTC (link)
	Mia/Godot with Godot completely on bottom and submissive and preferably blind and helpless. Extra points for sweetness and healing. Will also accept Godot/Diego with this same premise! Except without the sweetness and healing and instead psychological scarring/insanity. (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2007-11-01 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Anon is VERY INTRIGUED by this Godot/Diego business, but it sadly incapable of writing the crazy.

ALSO AUGH IM SORRY HOW SERIOUSLY TL;DR THIS IS 8(

He had only ever been able to read about the lioness his kitten grew up to be. Newspaper clippings and court reports spoke of a woman who carried herself with unimaginable grace. They spoke of her iron will and unshakable determination. Sometimes he would uncover a gem, like a description of her smile. "It's a Mona Lisa smile." the personality profile had said, "the smile of a woman who's seen all the hardship life can bring, and wouldn't stop smiling for anything." (He had read that sentence over and over and over, wondering if it would allow the release of his tears. It did not.)

All of these things, he knew Miss Fey had inside of her. From the first day he saw her in court, he had known that she would become a force to be reckoned with. He just always assumed he would be there to see it. But no, the story of Mia Fey began and ended while he was lying in a hospital bed.

He looked at the clock on the wall- all analogue now, LCD and the visors limited spectrum didn't get along so well. It was 10:38. That meant 34 hours and 22 minutes before he could be back to the relative numbing comfort of the Prosecutors' office. He hated weekend. There was noting much to do but re-read the scraps of paper that were his last links to her, and sip Godot blend 001- the bitterest he had.

He was interrupted from his reverie by a sharp knock on his door. He frowned, and got up to answer it, but not without the chain in place. Mysterious callers in the middle of a Saturday night should rarely be welcomed with open arms.

"Diego, open the door," came a womans voice the second the door was open even the tiniest crack. His mug crashed to the floor and he slammed the door.

"Diego..." that voice, that unmistakable voice came again, muffled now, but still undeniably hers came from the far side of the door. "take down the chain and let me in."

Was that it, then? Had he finally lost it? A part of the man hoped so. Stepping barefoot into the steaming black pool and the broken ceramic, he pulled back the chain and opened the door.

And there she was. There was the shining brown hair and the sharp gray eyes. There was the scarf and the suit and the badge and the camisole she hap apparently added to the ensemble some time in the last four years of her life. He stood paralyzed by the site as she stepped into his apartment.

"Long time no see, Diego," she said. She looked down at his feet, where a bit of blood was beginning to mix with the coffee, and clicked her tongue. "You need to be taking better care of yourself."

"You're dead." he said finally.

"Touche." And there it was. There was Mia Fey's smile. Still too shocked to move, she took him by the hand, and lead him away from the spill and the door, the pain still failing to register. "Sit down" she said, nodding to the chair at his kitchen table as if he were the guest here. Godot obeyed. Frowning and shaking her head at the rapidly cooling coffee and ceramic and blood, Mia set about locking his door as if it were her own door. She moved through his kitchen looking for a rag as if this was not a place she had never, and could never possibly be. She wet the rag she found in the sink, as if this wasn't a place that was always a mess because it's owner despised company, as if the next room over he didn't own a single bed for the first time in his adult life because he never intended to share a bed with anyone ever again.

"Mia... what...?" was all he could manage as she knelt down in front of him.

"Shh... let me see your foot." again he obeyed, and she set to cleaning the sharp mug fragments out. "This is how it's going to work. You're not going to ask any question, and you're not going to get any answers." he drew the air through his teeth sharply as the rag his the bloody cut, "you will do as I say, you will tell no one, and I'm afraid, "she turned her attention away from his foot to look him in the eyes, or something like it, and made that Mona Lisa smile again "that this won't happen more than once. Do you understand?"

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LOL THIS IS SO UNREADABLE 8) - (Anonymous), 2007-11-02 12:20 am UTC (Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 09:43 am UTC (link)
	Diego/Mia at the law office with Grossberg in the next room over. Diego is dom, but he's also very loud, and Mia has to try to keep him quiet while being sub. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

	(Anonymous) 2007-11-03 02:32 pm UTC (link)
	pwned. i'll take this one. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)(Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 10:00 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix and Miles, elevator sex - but bearing in mind Miles has a complete and utter aversion/fear of elevators. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

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(Anonymous)
2007-11-01 10:12 am UTC (link)

Oh, oh, bad!sex Phoenix/Edgeworth, please!
Edgeworth keeps making strange uncontrollable noises. Phoenix is having trouble reaching full mast. Edgeworth is avoidant and strange and it turns out it's because he's sitting on his keys but he didn't want to ruin the mood.

Just make it bad, terrible funny sex and I'll love you forever.
And remember, they're in love. <3

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(Anonymous)
2007-11-22 01:59 am UTC (link)

Hope this is awkward enough. I know I was groaning at the lameness.

* * *

Phoenix had seen it on TV, read it in books, heard people talking about, but they never went into details about the real experience he was in. Whoever said that table sex was the best sex ever clearly had never had table sex in their life.

The table groaned underneath him as Edgeworth leaned forward and deepened the kiss as he rubbed trouser clad groin against Phoenix’s cock. At least someone was having a good time and not thinking about how the edge of the table was digging into his thighs or how his left leg was dangling uselessly while the right had been perched on a chair.

Phoenix shifted forwards while trying to make it look like he was wanting to get closer and not get away from the dull ache in his arse. The movement made the table shake suddenly, knocking a cup over and spilling the contents over the table top. Phoenix broke the kiss and gripped onto Edgeworth’s shoulders.

“Shit,” he hissed as both of them froze. Cold tea had found its way over to Phoenix and was currently collecting around his buttocks. He shuddered.

Phoenix turned his head and kissed Miles on the cheek before capturing his mouth again. Maybe if he hurried it up, they could go back to the bedroom and have normal sex. Sex that didn’t involve getting pins and needles. He shifted the leg he had propped up but managed to knee Edgeworth in the side. The other man pulled away and hissed.

“What the hell?” Miles asked as he rubbed his side, their bodies still in contact as through the layers of cloth.

“I had a dead leg,” Phoenix replied as he finished shifting his leg to a less painful position.

“And giving me a dead rib would make it better?” Miles drawled as he leaned in for a kiss again. Phoenix decided that he should just stop thinking and start trying to enjoy the foreplay. He leaned back as he kissed, Miles following him but stopping part way before breaking the kiss again.

“My back is beginning to ache,” Edgeworth said as he arched his back slightly and pulled away slightly.

“Try having cold tea in your crack.” Phoenix muttered, shuffling forward. The movement was accompanied by a loud creaking from the table. He paused, fearing that the table was going to give way at any time. He shifted forwards slower than before and stood up. He absently rubbed his arse, realising it had gone numb.

“This isn’t working.”

“Maybe we’re doing it wrong?” Miles suggested as he slid the rest of his shirt off and draped it over the chair.

“How can you get table sex wrong?” Phoenix asked, pulling his boxers up. His shirt was still buttoned but the jacket was in the hallway.

“Well, I guess we can put the kitchen on the places not to have sex list.” Edgeworth said as he took Phoenix’s hand and lead him out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom.

The imaginary list of failed places to have sex was getting longer by the day. Edgeworth’s office, his office (Maya had barred them from that one), the shrubbery at Gourd Lake. The Court House toilets had been ok till the bailiff threatened to kick them out.

Phoenix glanced at the couch and began to smile wickedly as he pulled Miles towards it, throwing him down on it and climbing over him. This may be a safer option, Phoenix thought as he leaned down to kiss the smirking Edgeworth.

It was less than five minutes later when another misplaced knee sent one of them onto the floor face first.

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I have one too that I was workin on for a couple of days! - (Anonymous), 2007-11-23 12:29 am UTC (Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 10:13 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix/Edgeworth, clothed desperate horny frottage in the records room, denied orgasm when they think somebody's coming in. Discovering that Edgeworth was so loud the whole station heard. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

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(Anonymous)
2007-11-01 09:33 pm UTC (link)

"Nnngh, Wright, shut up, you're going to alert someone..." Edgeworth's voice was low and rough, the slight British accent coming through clearer in his arousal.

"S-speak for yourself, Edgeworth." Phoenix had his hands braced against two different drawers containing hundreds of dusty files, pushing his lower half desperately against Edgeworth's, their cocks straining against each other. Phoenix knew that if they had more time, they wouldn't still have their trousers on, but desperate times called for improvisation. At least they were getting this.

"Wrighhhhhhht!" The warning that Edgeworth had meant it as ended up as a loud moan, and Phoenix had to put his hand over the prosecutor's mouth to muffle it, though his desperate frotting never slowed.

"Shut up Edgeworth... and hurry." The defense attorney's breathing was labored, and a trickle of sweat dripped from his hairline down his cheek. The records room was hot and stuffy, and that was before two desperately horny lawyers had started adding their own body heat to it.

"I'm almost there. Hurry up yourself, Wright." The hand gripping at Phoenix's ass pulled him closer, and Edgeworth's leg slipped around Phoenix's to give them both better contact.

For a few seconds, all that was heard in the room was harsh panting.

And then the door to the records room opened, and shut.

In a panic, Phoenix sprung back from Edgeworth, just at the brink of his peak, and ran his hand through his spikes while trying to seem nonchalant. Edgeworth quickly tucked in the shirttail that had slipped from his trousers and brushed the dust off of his suit before grabbing a file and holding it in front of his crotch to hide the proof of what had really gone on during this "evidence gathering". Shoving the lawyer aside, Edgeworth strode toward the door, looking for all intents and purposes as if he hadn't just gone through a truncated sexual encounter with his courtroom rival.

He reached the door only a few seconds before Phoenix, and immediately wished he had stayed behind and let the other man take the brunt of the shit-eating grins that met him outside the room.

"Uhh, pal," Gumshoe said to Phoenix when the confused defense attorney finally caught up, "I didn't know you were that... good."

"Huh...?" Phoenix looked around wildly, from Edgeworth who wouldn't look at anyone, back to Gumshoe who was blushing slightly, but grinning along with the rest of the spectators. "What's going on?"

"It's just... we've all never heard Mr. Edgeworth sound quite so desperate before. It's kind of inspiring."

Phoenix didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He knew, however, that he was in trouble by the "this is YOUR fault, Wright" glare that Edgeworth was giving him.

Not knowing what to say, Phoenix grinned sheepishly. After all, it kind of was his fault.

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 10:14 am UTC (link)
	Phoenix and Miles... with hobo!Phoenix. Kink - really angry frustrated passionate sex... I guess Miles is angry Phoenix let himself go or something. . (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2007-11-01 07:49 pm UTC (link)

I'M SORRY THIS IS REALLY CRAPPY AND UN-BETA'D BUT I TRIED. D: IF SOMEONE CAN DO BETTER PLEASE DO.

Warning of SPOILER for Game 4, obviously.

PART ONE:

"I got here as soon as I could."

Phoenix Wright looked up from where he was sitting in his apartment, his lazy blue eyes taking in the sight of prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. He blinked once, slowly, as though he hadn't immediately realized who it was that was standing there.

"...why?" he finally asked, scowling.

Miles jerked as though Phoenix had struck him instead of asking a not-so-simple question. He stared, blankly, looking the once-proud defense attorney up and down. A ratty sweatshirt, an old knitted hat, a pair of worn-looking black pants, and ancient sandals that looked like they were going to fall apart at any minute.

"What the hell happened to you, Wright? Did getting disba--"

"Don't say it!" Phoenix's voice sounded as sharply as Franziska's whip cracking over a table, and suddenly the defense attorney was on his feet, his hat falling to the ground to reveal tousled black hair. Miles blinked as the other man got right up into his face, and had to resist the urge to take a step back.

"You really let yourself go, didn't you?"

"'course not," Phoenix muttered, turning away angrily and wiping at his mouth. Miles crossed his arms, apparently not amused.

"You were always a bad liar too, Wright."

"Shut up, Edgeworth!" Phoenix cried suddenly, turning around and grasping the other man by the front of his jacket, dragging him forward with a surprising amount of strength. Miles just stared as Phoenix growled at him.

"I should have known you'd come back just to ridicule me! That's why I didn't tell you! I didn't want you to see me when I look so god damned--"

He was cut off as Miles leaned forward and caught his lips. Phoenix froze like a deer in headlights, his eyes widening briefly as the prosecutor's lips moved against his. Miles ignored the lack of response, starting to slip his tongue forward when suddenly Phoenix was pushing at him, trying to put distance between them. Miles was having none of it, and shoved harder than Phoenix, pushing the other man back on the couch.

"E-Edgeworth...?" Phoenix's voice was suddenly more vulnerable, though his expression hardened a moment later into one of irritation.

"I told you a long time ago, we can't do this any--"

"Shut up, Wright."

Miles leaned forward, grasping Phoenix's wrists to keep him from resisting as he laid the other man on his back. The former defense attorney shuddered violently as Miles' weight settled on him and a warm mouth closed over his neck. He groaned unwittingly, the alcohol he'd had numbing the part of his mind that told him he should still be resisting.

"D-dammit, Edgeworth..." Phoenix hissed through clenched teeth, as Miles released his wrists and slid a cool hand up his sweatshirt.

"Dammit yourself, Wright," Miles said breathily, in a tone that Phoenix had almost managed to forget. It brought memories rushing back, of frenzied hands and bodies pressed tightly together, of gasps and groans between hot kisses in a pitch-black room where two men desperately clutched at each other, a secret rendezvous that no one could ever find out about...

But then Miles had gone away, intending to stay away on business for quite some time, and Phoenix had been left alone... he'd done alright for himself, even if he missed those desperate kisses in the dark. He'd struggled to not let the solitude bother him, and tried to distract himself with cases, one of which ended with his precious badge being torn away from his lapel.

Phoenix groaned and twisted as Miles was biting particularly hard at his neck and ears. He reached up with his freed hands and pushed against the prosecutor's chest, but the other man was and always had been larger than him, and had enough of a size advantage that Phoenix's strength didn't stand a chance, especially if Miles was determined.

"S-stop it, we can't--"

"I told you to shut up, Wright."

Miles divested him deftly of his sweatshirt, and Phoenix shuddered in the sudden cold, until that warm, vaguely familiar body was pressed to his again.

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	Diego/Young Miles. Accidental stimulation. (Reply to this) (Thread)

A Most Scenic River
(Anonymous)
2007-12-05 07:15 am UTC (link)

Edgeworth knew better than to use public restrooms. They were disgusting places, contaminated with all manner of pedestrian filth, dubiously sanitized and tackily decorated--

"Hang on, there, amigo."

--And rife with people. Edgeworth jerked to a halt as a screamingly red shirtsleeve filled his vision; irritation and panic chased circles through him, and he gritted his teeth.
The attorney -- what was his name, Armando? -- laid his outspread hand on the wall tile. And leaned inward, slowly, and smiled.
"If I were twenty-four hours old right now," he mused, "I'd have been born yesterday."
The space between them itched, the lack of space itched and Edgeworth glared away from those knowing, dancing eyes.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

A few degrees would help. He turned but Armando's stifling presence followed and why was his back meeting the wall so soon? Edgeworth hated the every heartbeat in his ears, dragged his gaze away again -- he was disciplined, perfectly so--
"I think you do," Armando said, "I think your hand went for a little stroll just now, and took in the scenery."
Utter nonsense: Edgeworth had only moved to leave. He seized the memory in question -- stepping away from the dull-coloured sink, tap water nearly dried from his hands, stalking past Armando and perhaps his left knuckles, at some point, inadvertantly entered the man's personal space--
"Not that I blame it."
A sudden rumble to Armando's voice and Edgeworth's pulse drummed in his ears, the space between them ever shrinking. For the sake of argument, maybe he had accidently brushed the man's clothing, yes -- that was it, the slack in his pants' fabric, that was all he--
"The view here is really something else."
Edgeworth screwed his eyes shut, cultivated a scowl, and ignored the breath gently fanning his cheek. He had no recollection of anything but the loose give of fabric, definitely no toned body against the back of his hand, that was ludicrous and even on the astronomical chance it related to Edgeworth's racing pulse, to the mortified stirring of his blood--

His throat grew cotton-thick. Quiet resounded.
"I a-apolog--"

The last soundshapes evaded Edgeworth, the nearness turned crushing, Armando's mouth hard on his and an exquisite spike of terror, the press of their chests and deft stroke of Armando's tongue, hands snaking around Edgeworth's hips and his senses honing to the hard length against his, and friction, glorious friction--

His senses trickled back eventually: Edgeworth straightened from the restroom wall, hoped his feet would hold, and raised hands that certainly weren't trembling to straighten his lapels. The taps squeaked and water rushed and Armando screamed red in his peripheral vision.
"Apology accepted."
Edgeworth cast a glance sideways -- his hands vividly remembered the firm curves of buttocks, and Armando grinned lopsided like he knew that.
"I've," Armando drawled, "Been a little clumsy today, myself."

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 10:43 am UTC (link)
	Maya/Ema. Anything really, I never see these two. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

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	iawtc not enough femslash with either of them (Reply to this) (Parent)

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	(Anonymous) 2007-11-01 10:53 am UTC (link)
	Any combination of child Miles, child Phoenix, child Larry. Fluffy, angsty or funny "awkwardly discovering their sexuality behind the bikesheds at school" stuff. No sex necessary, kissing or fumbling fine. Comedy fine too :) (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

(Anonymous)
2007-11-01 01:28 pm UTC (link)

[idk if I really like how this one turned out. I suck at dialogue. But I hope anon enjoys it anyway! <3]

“Wait for me, guys!” a familiar voice rang into the two boy’s ears.

“No, Larry,” young Miles said. He had Phoenix’ wrist in his hand and he was tugging his friend toward their secret hideout, where they often hung out during recess. “You can’t come this time!”

“What? Why not?” Phoenix said; he was always the first to defend his friends.

Miles finally paused, and turned around to look downward into the slightly shoter Phoenix’ eyes. A look of strong determination was (usually) set on his face. “You don’t want him to.”

“I don’t?” the spiky haired one blurted. He gave Miles a look of confusion - he really couldn’t read that usual blank look. When Larry had caught up to the two, Phoenix said, “Let him come anyway! He’s always with us.”

“Fine,” Miles said, spun on his heel and pulled Phoenix towards the hideout behind the trees.

Once they were finally hidden from the duties and other children on the playgrounds, the three of them got comfortable as usual. But there was an odd silence from Miles - which was usual - but moreso this time. That is, until he finally blurted out, “What do you think about girls?”

“What?” Phoenix and Larry chimed at the same time.

“Girls,” he repeated. “I mean, don’t you think they’re. . . gross?”

“Yeah, they got cooties!” Larry said and laughed with Phoenix.

“Shut up, Larry!” Miles ordered.

“You shut up,” Phoenix retorted. “Why do you bully him all the time? You big fat bully!”

“You said ‘bully’ twice, Nick,” he replied, shaking his head. “And that’s not what we’re talking about.”

There was a long silence.

“Would you go out with a girl?” Miles continued, staring intently at the boy with spiky black hair.

“I would!” Larry shouted excitedly. Was he going to hook him up? “I mean, after she got rid of her cooties. . .”

“They can’t get rid of cooties, Larry!” Nick said. “. . . Can they?”

“Answer my question!” It was becoming evident that little Edgeworth was going to persist until he said something.

“Well, I dunno. What else would I go out with?” To be honest, Phoenix hadn’t really thought about dating at all. He thought that. . . y’know. It was something older people did.

“Like. . . a guy,” Miles said as if it was normal.

“Ew!” Larry blurted.

“You can go out with guys?” Phoenix asked, mouth slightly agape in astonishment.

“I’m out of here,” Larry said and ran off to the playground without further adieu.

“Yeah. You can go out with whoever you want,” Miles said and stared at his shoes.

“Oh. I dunno, I never thought about it.”

“Well?” he said, as if there was more Phoenix should have been saying. After another moment of silence, he added, “do you think it’s gross?”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, if like someone. . . you like them. Right?”

Maybe that would be enough for Miles. But little did Phoenix know that he’d be thinking about this one conversation, running it through his mind on repeat for years to come.

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	Luke Atmey(Aiga Hoshiidake) x anyone, Anything. Anything damnit. Why is there none of him? :( (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

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Sorry For The Hang Over Part 1
(Anonymous)
2007-12-01 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Okay, so this is my first ever fic EVER and first time writing anything close to smut. I hope it's okay! Please be gentle XD!

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New Years, the time to celebrate the passing of, as the name implied, a new year. How Edgeworth could care less about New Years. After all, it only just marked the coming of another year full of the same things. Work mostly. The one thing that really annoyed Edgeworth, how ever, was the damned office New Year's Party Gant seemed to hold. If Edgeworth wanted to listen to poor party music and get drunk he'd do it another time when he wasn't trying to finish work in his own office. To be fair, Edgeworth wouldn't even do that in the first place in his office.

Finishing the last piece of the day, Edgeworth leaned back in his chair, taking a long sip from his 6th cup of tea that day. His wine red curtains were drawn with his eyes glancing towards the annoying thing known as a clock. Some days he wished time would just go faster; today was one of those days. He could already hear the shouts and drunken chanting along to old pop hits. Thank God he had finished quickly.

Walking out with jacket rushly put on, Edgeworth wanted no part in the festivities. He remembered last time when Gumshoe tried to convince him to stay; he was still angry about having that god for shaken hang over the next day. Walking down the familiar corridors, hands straightening his expensive jacket, Edgeworth felt slightly paranoid. He could hear the party, loud and clear no matter how much he didn't; the feeling of being followed still trailed along, no matter how much he tried to shake it off.

That feeling hung right until the person he least wanted to see showed up. It was hard to miss him, standing right behind him, breathing gently and staring at his back. He could already hear the sound of leather rubbing against leather, hear the echoing sound of large foot prints. Turning around the bright orange hit his eyes, along with the jade pupils staring down at him. Damon Gant. Wearing a god ugly party hat.

"Sir, that hat doesn't go well with your suit." He could already tell Gant had already had a few drinks; he could smell it. Edgeworth was in no mood for Gant's little games, or parties for that matter.

That annoying thunder for a laugh rang through the corridors, a leather glove placed on the fine fabric of Edgeworth's suit. "Worthy! You're missing out on a great time! I even saved you a party hat that's your colour." Gant's eyes never broke away from Edgeworth's smaller frame, not until his hand let go.

"It'd be such a horrible thing if you weren't coming to the party tonight, Worthy."

From the tone and the stare given from that sentence, Edgeworth knew that his hopes of returning home not involved with the party was now non-existent.

Following the giant of a Chief, Edgeworth wasn't all that ready for the blast of the old and cliched party songs that hit his ears. Nor was he ready for the dim lightening and the obnoxious multi-coloured lights. He wasn't all that surprised to see Gumshoe already drunk and dancing on the table like idiot. He wasn't at all surprised to see Jake Marshall already spiking the non-alcoholic drinks; he wasn't that shocked to see that annoying Mike Meekins, a cause of a few migraines, shouting at Marshall. Looking around, once getting used to the music blasting away, he only noticed a couple of other faces; everyone else he wasn't too sure on. It's not like Edgeworth wanted to know most of the people in here to begin with.

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	Matt x Edgey (lol i betcha can't guess) Aaand I want them to be doing some sort of fluff (O:!!). Whenever I draw them, it turns our Edgey's not wanting anything from Matt. >A<;; (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

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