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defectivevillain · 4 months

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pairing: Miles Edgeworth/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

*reader is racially ambiguous, pronouns are unspecified, and physical descriptors aren't used*

summary:

Miles Edgeworth always has the most recent evidence and an updated autopsy report when he prosecutes a case. His secret? You: a talented LAPD detective with no honest concept of “time off work.”

word count: 3.5k | ao3 version

warnings: mentions of sleep deprivation, fatigue

This snippet is focused on Miles Edgeworth/Reader and the dynamic can be perceived as romantic or platonic. The reader is a detective employed at the LAPD. The reader is also racially ambiguous and gender is unspecified.

Since this fic is, well, fiction, some parts may be unrealistic. Keep that in mind before you read. (For example, this takes place in a rather unrealistic universe in which Miles Edgeworth isn’t in love with Phoenix Wright. lol.)

You’ve been working in the Criminal Affairs Department at the Los Angeles Police Department for a few years now. You started out as a wide-eyed rookie, but within a few weeks, you quickly learned that detective work isn’t the perfect, harmless job you thought it was. You still love your position, of course, but you’ve investigated rather gruesome cases in your time at the LAPD. Now, you find yourself accustomed to the scent of formaldehyde and the sight of blood splattered across skin.

Through your position at the LAPD as an investigator, you’ve met your fair share of interesting characters—namely, defense attorneys and prosecutors. Unfortunately, interaction with legal professionals comes hand-in-hand with your investigations. You can’t remember the last time you had the pleasure of performing an independent investigation. You’re almost always hindered by a prosecutor breathing down your neck or a defense attorney frantically pressing you for evidence you don’t have. The constant presence of overbearing lawyers is just something you’ve grown used to.

They aren’t all so bad, you think to yourself. Miles Edgeworth, Klavier Gavin, Simon Blackquill, and Nahyuta Sadmadhi are all rather unique individuals, but they care about justice and aren’t falling prey to the dark age of the law. You enjoy working with all of them, even when Klavier can’t shut up about his latest concert or Simon’s hawk constantly uses your head as a perch. Truthfully, Miles Edgeworth is the most tolerable of the group—but you’d never admit that aloud.

You’re in your office one night, reviewing some paperwork and thinking about the recent case you were assigned, when you hear a knock on the door. You give the person permission to enter and the door falls open, revealing Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth himself. He’s wearing his typical prosecutor garb—his burgundy-maroon suit and cravat. Glasses are perched on his nose and he pushes them up a little. “Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth,” you remark, blinking at him. “Good to see you.”

“And you.” The prosecutor responds, his arms crossed over his chest as his gaze flits about your office. You suddenly feel strangely self-conscious, despite the knowledge that your office is very sparsely decorated. There’s an award mounted on the wall from last year and a small photo of you and your friends on your desk, but that’s about the extent of your decorations.

“Are you here for the updated autopsy report?” You ask, deciding to cut to the chase. From what you know of the prosecutor, he doesn’t quite enjoy small talk. Indeed, Edgeworth looks relieved at the thought of being spared from casual conversation; he then nods at your question. You sigh and open your desk drawer, procuring the newest autopsy report. You hold it out to him and he takes it with a murmured thanks. The prosecutor’s eyes are locked on the paper as he takes in the new information. You watch him for a few seconds, before taking the opportunity to rub your eyes roughly. You’re rather tired, you have to admit. You should’ve gone home hours ago.

“Detective.” You flinch, opening your eyes to find Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth staring at you with a blank expression. You’re briefly hit with an intense wave of embarrassment at the thought of zoning out in front of the Chief Prosecutor himself. “The commissioner didn’t send you home,” the prosecutor remarks. You think his statement is meant to be a question, despite the fact that his tone doesn’t fluctuate from his typical flat affect.

“Well, he did,” you grimace, remembering his demands for you to return home immediately. He’d be furious with you right now. In fact, the commissioner pulled you aside a few weeks ago to inquire about your “workaholic tendencies.” You meant to take him seriously and even assured him that you’d start to leave work on time instead of staying late. But here you are—sitting in your office late at night with your findings from your after-hours investigation.

“Yet, you’re still here.” Edgeworth remarks with an intent gaze. Somehow, his frown only seems to deepen.

“Yes, well, I… felt like something was missing,” you decide to admit. The prosecutor is trustworthy. Besides, you’re sure he has much better things to do than report you to the commissioner. The notion then reminds you of Dick Gumshoe—particularly, a conversation you had with him the other day about his much-to-be-desired diet of instant noodles. You shake your head in a half-hearted attempt to clear your thoughts. “Here, look at these.” You pull papers from the file on your desk and extend them to him. Edgeworth’s gaze follows your gesture and his eyebrows furrow.

“The suspect’s fingerprints on the corpse,” Edgeworth remarks blankly. “Yes.” His eyebrows furrow. The prosecutor is evidently wondering why you’re pointing that out, considering the evidence is extremely self-explanatory. You take a deep breath.

“Look at the edge here,” you suggest, pointing to the very edge of the photo in question. It’s just barely visible and you watch as Edgeworth squints at the photograph for a long moment. For a second, it looks as if he’s not seeing it. You’re close to pointing the area out again when his eyes widen in realization.

“Powder,” Edgeworth realizes aloud. He crosses his arms over his chest and falls back into his unusually straight posture. His fingers tap against the crook of his arm rhythmically, in what you guess to be a restless gesture. “The prints were transplanted.”

“I believe so.” You nod.

The prosecutor frowns and looks askance. He seems to deliberate for a moment before turning his attention back to you. “Can you do something for me?”

“Sure…?” You respond, thrown off by the ambiguity of the statement. The prosecutor explains the task he’d like you to perform and you begin to understand. Acting on his orders shouldn’t take too long, hopefully. However, you are in a time crunch—what with the trial being scheduled for tomorrow morning. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth leaves you with a murmured word of gratitude and a quick farewell. You stare at your closed office door for a moment, wondering if you dreamt up that interaction. The handwritten note sitting on your desk—created mere moments ago by Edgeworth—is proof that the prosecutor’s request was all too real. You don’t waste any time after that, immediately walking out of the police department and getting into your car. The Chief Prosecutor’s request isn’t too difficult—you simply need to revisit the crime scene and make sure everything is in order. Then you’ll return home, eat something, take a quick shower, and go to sleep. Everything will be fine. You won’t overwork yourself. You certainly won’t stay at the crime scene late into the night, until the point when you bear witness to the sun rising in the morning sky.

These promises fade into obscurity the moment you reach the crime scene. Your investigative mind turns on and all you can think about are fingerprints, footprints, and murder weapons. You meticulously review each piece of evidence for forensic data, in addition to reviewing the entire scene in your head several times. Your efforts are far from a waste of time, as you manage to tie up some loose ends and even determine that the murder weapon carries multiple sets of prints. Your knees are aching as you bend down towards the ground and survey anything of consequence. Time is entirely inconsequential. All you know is that the flashlight you had needed when you arrived is no longer useful, as hints of the sunrise begin to illuminate the area in a hazy dawn glow.

When your morning alarm goes off as you’re standing at the edge of the crime scene, you’re able to recognize that you may have gotten carried away. Just maybe. You sigh and trudge back to the car, before driving to the courthouse. When you arrive, you’re able to take a quick nap in the car and eat a protein bar you find in the console. Unfortunately, your nap is more than quick—it doesn’t last more than three minutes before you hear a knock on your window. It’s your least favorite defense attorney, Duff Endyu.

“Well, hello, Detective!” Duff remarks as you roll down your window, his cheery smile immediately ruining any of the rest you acquired from your brief rest. “Catching up on some Z’s, are we?” His grin seems to have a mocking edge.

“Yes,” you sigh, unwilling to entertain his attempts at provocation. “Are the doors open?” You look over to the courthouse entrance.

“I believe they are, sport,” he responds, patting a hand on the area where the unopened window rests and pacing towards the building. You take a deep breath and pinch the bride of your nose. It takes you a few moments to cross the parking lot and make it to the doors. Once you do, you find that the waiting room is blissfully empty. You sigh in relief and take a seat on the armchair, crossing a leg at the knee and pinching the bridge of your nose. You want nothing more than to fall asleep, but you know that would be rather unprofessional. Besides, you have a job to do.

You spend your time reviewing the information you gathered throughout your investigation, before preparing your statements and testimony as the detective on the case. You’re typically the first person called to the stand, so that you can explain the case to the judge and shed light on the evidence.

“Detective.” You flinch and look up, only to find Miles Edgeworth staring down at you. You resist the strange urge to get up from your seat and instead greet him. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you respond, pretending that you don’t need to blink the traces of exhaustion from your eyes.

“Did you have a chance to do what I asked?”

“Yes, I did,” You’re about to explain when the bailiff interrupts and asks you to go into the courtroom. You send an apologetic smile to the prosecutor, before slipping into the empty courtroom. The judge is the only person in the room, and he seems to be frowning at something on the surface of his bench. When he notices your entrance, he motions for you to come closer.

You’re familiar with this judge and have worked with him several times before. The thought reassures you, as you know you won’t have to sugarcoat your words or pretend to be someone you’re not on the stand. The two of you have formed a surface-level understanding of one another, which makes your job that much easier.

The judge asks you a few questions about your investigation and you answer them to the best of your ability. Eventually, he seems satisfied, because he nods and dismisses you. You never get the chance to speak with Edgeworth and brief him on your findings before the trial, but you know he’ll learn more once you take the stand.

The judge begins the trial with the standard procedure, questioning both the defense and the prosecution before Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth makes his case for the conviction of the defendant. Not for the first time, you find yourself impressed by how succinct and persuasive the man’s argument is. Endme, the attorney for the defendant, seems a bit intimidated. You think you would be too, if you were going up against the chief prosecutor himself.

The judge then calls you to the stand. You explain the crime and describe the crime scene in detail, before Endme, the defense attorney, cross examines you. His cross-examination isn’t super thorough, and you suspect it’s because your claims are all backed up with at least one piece—if not multiple pieces—of evidence. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth seems to have quite the easy time with dismantling the defense’s argument. However, since you never got the chance to brief him before the trial, you’re forced to step in and correct an assumption when you hear it.

“Actually,” you break in, wincing at how everyone’s gazes lock onto you. You take a deep breath. You can do this. “Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth is right, but… an investigation earlier today revealed that the murder weapon actually contained the prints of the witness, in addition to the defendant.”

Edgeworth’s eyebrows steadily climb up his forehead. You want to feel guilty, but you know you didn’t leave him out of the loop on purpose. In fact, you were about to relay your findings to him when you were swiftly interrupted. Instead, you allow yourself a brief moment of pride. You caused that disbelieving expression on the chief prosecutor’s face. You found that evidence…!

The trial, understandably, is suitably affected by that revelation. You’re soon dismissed from the stand, as Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth calls the witness to the stand. You get the feeling he’s going to absolutely grill them—to see if they play a more active role in this case.

Truthfully, you want to leave the courthouse and go to sleep, but you know you should stay to see how the trial plays out. Thankfully, Edgeworth uses the forensic evidence you found to bolster his argument and, after only about an hour, the courtroom doors swing open and the chief prosecutor appears. His eyes narrow in on you immediately and there’s a frown on his face. You feel any good karma you may have accrued earlier completely dissipate.

“Detective,” Edgeworth says with a sigh. This can’t be good, you think to yourself. “I appreciate your efforts, and the fact that you did what I asked you to do.” He pauses. But…? “However, I do not recall telling you to avoid sleep entirely.” His eyes meet yours and you realize he must’ve noticed your fatigue earlier or the dark circles that currently reside under your own eyes.

“I know,” you acquiesce. The prosecutor nods knowingly, and you suddenly feel the need to defend yourself. “Still. I had a gut feeling there was something missing—and I was right.” Edgeworth sighs loudly. You raise your eyebrows at him knowingly, inviting him to argue with you. Fortunately for you, there’s not much of an outlet for him to argue—since your choice to continue investigating procured decisive evidence for the trial. The prosecutor evidently comes to that realization, because he crosses his arms over his chest and levels you with a furious gaze that spells you silent.

“Come on, Detective,” he remarks. “Unless you’d like the budget cut that Detective Gumshoe is so fond of.” You sigh deeply and follow after the prosecutor. This is the first time he’s threatened to reduce your salary. You certainly hope it will be the last—you’d rather not rewrite your budget for the coming month.

You follow after Edgeworth, who has yet to offer an explanation for why you’re supposed to follow him. The prosecutor paces out of the courtroom and walks through the lines of cars in the parking lot until he reaches a red sports car. Your eyebrows climb up your forehead as you see him unlock it.

“This is your car?” You hear yourself ask.

“You seem surprised,” Edgeworth notes with a tinge of amusement. He opens the door for you, allowing you to enter, before closing it behind you. The prosecutor then walks around the car and gets into the driver’s seat. Edgeworth looks at you expectantly, evidently waiting for elaboration.

“Sorry, you just didn’t seem the type,” you say. You quickly regret uttering the statement aloud after seeing the prosecutor raise an eyebrow; thankfully, he lets the comment slide. Instead, you get into the car and awkwardly stare down at your hands. You feel intensely out of place in this car, sitting next to the Chief Prosecutor himself. Edgeworth doesn’t seem to notice your internal panic, instead beginning to pull out of the courthouse parking lot and drive down the street. “Where are we going?” You eventually find the courage to ask.

“My office,” Edgeworth responds. You feel your heart stall in your chest. He isn’t going to fire you, is he? You’re not sure if he has that power… but you wouldn’t be surprised if he did possess that kind of administrative authority. Your fear must show on your face, because the prosecutor huffs in amusement before turning to look at you for a brief moment. “Lighten up, Detective.” Contrary to your expectations, you aren’t given any more explanation than that. Instead, you’re left to sit silently as Edgeworth

He’s taking you to his office. Oh no. You’re really going to get fired, aren’t you? Your heart races in your chest and you feel your hands twitching at your sides. Edgeworth leads the way to the Prosecutor’s Building, walking through the underground garage before reaching the door and opening it for you. You’ve been to the building before, but you’ve never been to the underground garage—which leaves you feeling a little turned around. You suspect there’s an elevator that will lead to Edgeworth’s office. However, the chief prosecutor walks past it and instead ascends the staircase next to it. You shrug and follow after him. One flight of stairs won’t be too bad.

One flight of stairs passes in the blink of an eye. However, Edgeworth doesn’t exit as you expect—instead he continues climbing up the stairs. Are you going to be taking the stairs all the way up to his office? From what you remember, quite a few of the offices are on the higher floors. You decide to keep quiet and follow his lead.

If only you had known that Edgeworth’s office number was on the twelfth floor . By the time you climb up the last set of stairs and reach the twelfth floor, you want to collapse on the ground and never get up. Edgeworth, on the other hand, isn’t even winded. You manage to catch your breath on the short walk from the staircase to his office, but you know your legs will be sore tomorrow.

You’ve never been in the Chief Prosecutor’s office before. It has more life than you thought it might, with a burgundy couch off to the left side, an ornate wooden desk in the center of the room, and rows of files lining the walls on the right. There’s a small figurine of the Steel Samurai and an award that you recognize to be the Prosecutor Trophy. The space looks like a good mix of professionalism and nonchalance that you think you’d like to emulate in your own office.

Despite your expectations, Edgeworth still doesn't give you an explanation for why you’re here. Instead, he settles into the chair at his desk and opens his computer. He’s quiet as he types on his computer. After a few moments of standing awkwardly, you decide to move and sit on the couch.

You don’t know how long you wait there, anticipating a remark from the chief prosecutor. Unfortunately, now that you’re left here with nothing to do, you feel your energy slipping away. Your exhaustion is beginning to catch up to you. You didn’t get much sleep ( read: any sleep) last night, thanks to your impromptu investigation. Despite your fatigue threatening to knock you out, you know can’t fall asleep in front of the Chief Prosecutor. You have to stay awake.

Surely, there’s something you could be doing right now. Your eyes are stinging from exhaustion and your blinks feel twice as long as normal. You rub your eyes roughly and pay a glance at Edgeworth, who is scrawling something down on a piece of paper.. Just what are you supposed to be doing here? The prosecutor hasn’t spoken since you left the car. Edgeworth isn’t shy about assigning you work to do, so why is he suddenly so silent?

Despite all these recognitions, and the intimate knowledge that it will not look good if you fall asleep, your exhaustion wins out. One moment, you’re staring blankly ahead at the wall of files; the next, your eyes are slipping shut and you’re falling asleep.

Your sleep is remarkably undisturbed, despite being in the company of another person. You occasionally hear the scrawling sound of writing or the pattering sounds of typing, but otherwise, the office is blissfully silent. Your head rests on your hand and you exhale slowly, feeling the day’s stressors slowly slip away.

You don’t intend to sleep for long. But, when you wake up, you find that it’s dark outside. There’s an added warmth that you didn’t have before. Upon further investigation, you find that there’s a familiar burgundy jacket draped over you. Is this… Edgeworth’s jacket? Your eyes widen as the characteristic burgundy color.

Your phone pings, drawing you out of your thoughts. You reach towards it and power it on, only to find that it’s nearly 6 p.m. The trial ended hours ago! You look around for Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, but he’s nowhere in sight. All you see is the familiar wall of files, the chessboard in the corner of the room, and a mug of tea with a note next to it.

Wait. A mug of tea with a note? You frown and look down at the coffee table, finding a mug of warm tea with steam rising out of it and a handwritten note. The note reads:

Visiting the department. Expect a more strictly enforced schedule in the future. -M. PS: Stay as long as you need.

You smile to yourself.

“Duff Endyu” → “defend you.” lol.

hehehehehehheeeee… I just want to fall asleep in Edgeworth's office and for Edgeworth to look down at me and be filled with an inexplicable burst of fondness. is that really too much to ask?>??

Did “a more strictly enforced schedule” make sense? I was trying to find a characteristic way for Miles to say that your overtime would be prevented (aka that you’ll have to “clock out” and actually leave, instead of staying for hours after).

I just realized Miles’s initials are M.E.. Lollll.

anyway, thanks for reading! <333

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#miles edgeworth #Miles Edgeworth x reader #edgeworth x reader #gn reader #male reader #transmasc reader #Miles Edgeworth x male reader #gay as hell #edgeworth x gn reader #ace attorney #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney fanfic

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requiem626k · 2 years

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Hi! May I ask 💛, ♒️, 👀 for Miles and Kunikida, please?

Hi Hana! Of course you can, ahh I adore thinking about them <3 .

I'll do them separately because I don't wanna fill the franchises' tags with an irrelevant character hahaha.

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Miles Edgeworth

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

Yes, he does drop hints, at least he thinks so. The hints he drops are so subtle that you can’t even notice them with a magnifying glass. He’d be like “I literally coughed when the video we were watching started talking about roses. What part of this they don’t understand as a sincere confession of my deep, unnecessary feelings???” Poor man would genuinely be so confused about it like *crying emoji* until Phoenix facepalms and explains how he should be a little bit bolder with his moves. If you’re a particularly oblivious one, I can already tell that it’d take forever for him to get to a visible boldness level. Though when he gets used to it, he nails it. He always leaves you as a blushing mess with stuff like his intense stares and tender touches on your waist (without making you feel uncomfortable, of course) under the cover of “passing to the other side”.

♒️ Do they end up checking to see if their signs are compatible? Or maybe do they do ‘love-tests’ (enter in your name and see if you’re meant for each other kind of thing)

Whenever Phoenix and Maya starts fighting over the accuracy of the sign charts, Miles positions himself as someone skeptical -- if not absolutely antagonistic -- towards astrology. It’s simply not logical to even imagine that the movements of literal pieces of rock could have an effect on his daily life, no. But when he gets into a relationship with you, he just can’t help it... He just can’t help but feel a crippling curiosity, what if Maya has a point? Searching it up wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it? No matter what the result is, no need to say that he deletes his search history after that, this goes for the love-tests too. I don’t think he’d get bummed out or happy about the results though, it’s just the curiosity that makes him do it hahaha.

👀 Are they protective?

Yes, he’s reaaally protective. He’s a prosecutor, and that means he encounters lots of dreadful cases during his career, and he can’t stand the littlest thought of someone causing harm to you. He subconsciously considers everyone to be a possible threat, but not out of jealousy, he genuinely cares about your well-being. He always introduces himself with his title, “Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth”, because he cutely thinks that it’ll intimidate the possible perpetrator candidates. But after you sweetly convince him that you’ll be fine without him, and that you can protect yourself just fine, he trusts you with all his heart and cheers you up with a smirk whenever you stand up for yourself in difficult social situations.

#miles edgeworth #ace attorney #edgeworth x reader #ace attorney x reader #edgeworth #ace attorney fanfiction #Hana🎹#ask game

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forkgirl · 2 years

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𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

miles edgeworth x GN! reader

word count: 456

a/n: a small drabble i came up with. just wanted to get my blog started with some good ol angst! lmk if y’all want a part two. based off the song Alive by Pearl Jam! I love writing based off of titles and lyrics.

warnings: angst, mention of death/implied suicide, lowkey some fluff, idk let me know if i should tag anything else, contains spoilers for Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

There was a morning when you awoke to a cold side of the bed, where all you could hear is the silent breeze of the morning winter wind from the window being slightly cracked open.

It just the way Miles liked it. He hated when he’d sweat at night, and no matter how much he hated initiating cuddling - you two always ended up in each other’s arms. It was warm enough.

“Miles?” you croaked, still half asleep despite his blaring alarm that would go off each morning.

The flat was always tidy, it practically looked like a showcase home - but it wasn’t liminal. Little trinkets of his would line the shelves and there would occasionally be a little clutter of an assortment of items on a nearby table that he never bothered to move.

Beside it lay something new, next to his pile of receipts, pens, and a small Steel Samurai keychain he’d had since he was a boy. The paper was folded like a card, sitting neatly on the table, a pen left uncapped right next to it.

Miles Edgeworth chooses death.

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It had now been two years, nine months, and 12 days since his death, you didn’t take it very well, assuming that the final push must have been what all happened during his childhood and since Phoenix came along, his win streak, what mattered to him most, had been tarnished.

The media was all over the mysterious letter, the second being left in his office. You were glad you were kept mostly hidden from the public eye.

You kept the same flat, never touched any of his belongings - still believing this was all just some misunderstanding, that he was out there somewhere. It never went anywhere, with each passing day growing more dreary.

Two years, nine months, and twelve days since his death soon came to an end.

There was always a certain way Miles knocked on doors, two knocks, two quick knocks and finally two more. It was a little quirk about him, even to the point where you had picked up the habit. The door rattled and opened before you could even retaliate.

There he stood, suitcase next to him before he dropped to his knees and opened his arms for you.

You could have sworn this wasn’t real - pulling away from his hug just to see, and he gave you a sorrowful look before you sniffled and went back into his embrace.

There wasn’t any time for words, and nothing could express the longing, the pain, all of it coming back to the both of you at once, before he stood up, and held you to his chest, finally breaking the silence.

“I’m still alive.”

#miles edgeworth #miles edgeworth x reader #edgeworth x reader #dl-6 #miles edgeworth chooses death #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney x you #miles edgeworth x you #ace attorney #bunny writes

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glacequeen · 1 year

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Hello!

I don’t actually use tumblr, but if you communicate with me on here then chances are I will answer. I just won’t really... post much, unless I get any cool ideas.

But hey, I’m glacequeen! I write fanfiction, by which I mean I’ve currently written (and almost completed) one fanfic on AO3. If you like Edgeworth from Ace Attorney, reader-inserts with backstories, cute dogs, and a healthy dose of shenanigans, then my story might be for you!

If you read it and end up liking it, please leave a comment to let me know. It means the world to me. Thanks! Have a good day :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42022740/chapters/105505854

#edgeworth #miles edgeworth #edgeworth x reader #edgeworth fanfic

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tetriminas · 5 months

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dating Miles Edgeworth headcanons (Miles Edgeworth x fem reader)

He leaves you for a man

#tetri.txt #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #miles edgeworth x reader #sorry. no im not actually. make more x readers for men or even just gender neutral #im actually genuinely baffled at thw amount of fem reader miles stuff when 90% of the fandom sees him as gay. its nuts #1k #10k #20k

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merakeeg · 5 months

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dating johnny cage headcanons ( johnny cage x fem reader )

He leaves you for a man

#johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #this is a joke #kinda #liu kang's most bisexual soldier #keeg.txt #inspired by tetriminas edgeworth post

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cecialiati · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW NARUMITSU YEAR !!!

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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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A Well Deserved Victory

tag- @chobitsbunny

pairings- Miles Edgeworth x Fem! Reader

a/n- writing is so hard 😭 im running out of vocab

NSFW WARNING:

contains- blowjob in the car, brief gagging

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The car is parked by the courthouse. Miles has been silent, staring straight ahead, and your heart flutters as you think of seeing him in court again. All those years of being with him, and the thrill still hasn't gone away. Its rare, actually get to attend and watch the trial in person, usually only hearing how it went afterwards because you worked during the same hours.

"Ready to go in?"

Nodding eagerly, you remove your seatbelt to hop out and open his door for him. A sort of inside joke between the two of you.

Edgeworth grins, pleased, then exits his car and walks to the courthouse's entrance. You trot alongside, then dash ahead and open the doors for him in a silly manner. You grin back at him,

"For you, m'lady. As always."

He chuckles and shakes his head before responding, "You always know how to make an entrance, don't you? And don't ever call me that."

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You and Miles walk into the courthouse together. He's still dressed in his suit and is carrying a large folder of papers. You notice a crowd of other lawyers gathering outside the courtroom before you and Edgeworth walk through the doors.

Everything seems to slow down once you reach the lobby. Now, you're just excited to see how Edgeworth will put together his case. As you take your seat on the bench, you glance over at him as he places his papers in the right order. You smile slightly when he notices you looking. "You're really looking forward to this, hm?"

"Mhm...It's been a while since i've watched you do your stuff."

The pair of you pass through the lobby's metal detectors and enter the main floor of the courtroom. You glance back at Edgeworth when you hear someone call his name.

Seems its time to part ways already.

You pout a bit as Edgeworth turns towards the courtroom, But then he looks at you and his face softens. He leans in for a quick kiss, running a hand through your hair.

"Don't worry. After this case, we can spend the whole day together." he promises.

"Good luck darling..."

He gives you another kiss and enters the courtroom, leaving you to sit in the gallery with the rest of the public.

You watch as Edgeworth stands before the judge and gives his opening statement. The Defense Attorney stands and gives hers, and then Edgeworth stands again for his cross-examination. He's ruthless as he asks question after question, until the Defense is left stammering and unable to give a satisfactory response. Your heart flutters with excitement as he tears apart the Defense's arguments with each question.

You and the rest of the gallery are glued to their seats. Edgeworth and the Defense Attorney continue to go back and forth, trading jabs. Edgeworth's rebuttals are sharp and incisive, cutting deep into the Defense Attorney's weak points.

You watch on as the Defense sits back down and Edgeworth gives his final remarks. The judge thinks for a minute, then speaks up,

"The jury has reached their verdict."

You and Edgeworth both sit in anticipation. Your heart beats rapidly. You hold your breath as the judge speaks up,

"The jury has ruled that the defendant is..."

There's a moment of silence as the judge takes his time.

"Guilty."

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After the case concludes, you stand up and make your way back towards the lobby to meet Edgeworth.

He concludes his work, returning wearing a pleased expression. You walk towards him and wrap your arms around him,

"Darling!" you exclaim, "Congratulations!"

Edgeworth smiles at you, clearly proud of himself. He looks at you, then glances in the direction of the parking lot,

"Thank you, love. Maybe we should celebrate that victory in the car," He leans in and whispers subtly, so only you could hear. You bite your lower lip and nod at him with understanding. "Okay...but only if you get me fast food, i'm hungry."

He considers your proposition for a beat, "Well then, I'll have my reward on the way there."

You both grin, then head towards his car. He opens the passenger door for you, then climbs in on his side after.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Briefly, you glance around the parking lot, checking for any signs of people as your boyfriend starts the car. Confirming there's no one to witness, you lean over the center console, unbuttoning his fancy dress pants and unzipping his fly. He lifts his hips, letting you pull his pants down to his thighs pulling his boxers out of the way, exposing his veiny, tumescent member, before putting the car in drive.

You sink down on him, your lips wrapping around his slick tip. Your tongue tracing his shape, his bitter pre cum clogging your senses. Taking one hand off the wheel, he grips your hair. Not pulling or pushing you down, just caressing your head affectionately. His voice breathy and quiet, "Just like that, good girl." You swallow down his shaft, bobbing your head in no particular rhythm.

He continues petting your head, softly groaning from time to time, enjoying the feeling of your mouth. You knew exactly how he liked it without needing his guidance. He liked to start out slow, just building his arousal. The way you took him all the way down, reaching his base before coming all the way back up to focus on the head again. When you come up for air, spitting and using it as lube to stroke him with your soft hands. And especially when you lay it flat against his stomach, tongue gliding on the underside of his cock from top to bottom. He loved how you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes.

You'd stimulate him in just the right ways. Lightly holding his sac as you take him inside again.

You speed up, holding your head at a certain angle so you didn't hit the steering wheel. At your increased speed he feels himself getting closer. Every bump of the road making you take him all the way to the back of your throat.

He starts to lose his calm facade when your tongue repeatedly flicks at his tip, pulling his skin down making him all the more sensitive. His eyes flutter shut for a split second, getting caught up in the moment.

"Shit-" he slams on the breaks, almost rear ending the car in front of you.

You gag at the suddenness of him hitting the back of your throat. With a low grunt, he releases his sticky ropes of cum into your mouth.

"Mnn' sorry. Red light..." he moans softly as you slide up, slipping him out of you. Swallowing and wiping the remains off of your lips. His hand comes out from your hair, shaking slightly from the rush.

"Maybe we shouldn't do that while i'm driving," he chuckles breathily,

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#miles edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney #phoenix wright ace attorney #fanfiction #smut #fem reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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could I request Edgeworth with a confident!gn!reader? They could be an actor or something along those lines in the entertainment industry and one day they're on a talk show and Edgeworth is brought up and reader simply says "Yes, I do love him." and Gumshoe tells Edgeworth and Edgeworth's reaction to that maybe?? Sorry if this is overly specific aaah have fun with it! and take care of yourself <33

Actor S/O Confessing Their Love on TV

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character(s): Miles Edgeworth

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This was so much fun to write, I hope you like it!!

Edgeworth

He had gone to see Gumshoe to mention some details missing in a report that was given to him earlier. The television was playing in the precinct and he couldn't help a tiny smile when he saw your face on some talk show.

Honestly, he was ready to scold and threaten Gumshoe's paycheck again, but hearing your voice in the background made him feel a bit less annoyed.

Edgeworth still gets really into the lecture he gives Gumshoe, silently enjoying the moping that the man was already doing. Although, he felt some more annoyance when Gumshoe cut him off and pointed towards the television. Miles rolled his eyes but glanced over, hearing his name.

"Yes, I do love him." Miles just stared at the television after your confession. You didn't shy away or throw in any jokes, you just straight-faced confessed your love and so many people watching saw it live. He felt his face heating up as he tried to clear his throat and find where he left off with the scolding, only getting more flustered at seeing Gumshoe give him a wide, proud smile. Then Edgeworth's phone began ringing.

"What?" He snapped.

"Awwwwww!" Miles abruptly hung up on Phoenix, who no doubt was watching the program too and had called just to be a pain.

He can't help but admit that he felt a lot happier when he went back to work, a new pep in his step.

#ace attorney x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #edgeworth x reader

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frickingnerd · 23 days

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miles edgeworth crushing on manfred von karma's assistant

pairing: miles edgeworth x gn!reader

tags: fluff, pre turnabout goodbye, mention of manfred & franziska, crushes, nervous miles

as von karma's assistant, you were close to miles, but not as close as he'd like to be with you

you got to see each other a lot, but it was always just small talk and short glances between the two of you, barely a chance for anything more, as you had to return to work soon after

as much as miles would want to, he can't get himself to ask you out on a date. not even one disguised as a business meeting

but occasionally he suggests that the von karma's go eat dinner together after a successful case – and of course you're invited too!

manfred isn't aware of the feelings lingering between the two of you, as he frankly doesn't pay enough attention to it. he's too busy drowning you in work to consider your feelings

however, franziska eventually picks up on miles’ crush on you. though more than some teasing comments about what a coward he is for not asking you out, she doesn't do a lot more

while miles can't get himself to ask you out, there is something else he does. something that perhaps is even bolder than asking you out on a simple date…

he propose that you work for him, instead of manfred! of course, he'd double your salary and treat you well!

and if you were to agree and work with him, he might have some more excuses to ask you out to dinner. this time, it could just be the two of you…

#miles edgeworth x reader #miles x reader #edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth #edgeworth #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #headcanons #fluff #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney #manfred von karma #franziska von karma

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cherrysweather · 7 months

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can i rq edgeworth who has liiike a huge crush on fem reader :3 but reader is like super oblivious to it and she keeps accidentally doing things to fluster him 😭😭

Hellu anoon! I hope you're doing fine and that you take care of yourself! This is so cute, so I hope I wrote it well enough for you to like it ;v; Have a good day and remember the water! <3 -----------------------------------------

Miles Edgeworth x an oblivious crush:

We all know that Miles becomes emotionally incapacitated when it comes to handling feelings different from discomfort, anger or simply his neutral state of mind;

So you can perfectly imagine how many times he stumbles over his words and blushes per se when he's with her;

To start a conversation he has to think about what to talk about, at least two possibilities of her responses, and how to continue it afterwards;

That's the exact motive why her behavior DOES NOT help him, at all;

He doesn't understand if she does it on purpose or if she's that unaware of his own behavior in her regard;

But, from many points of view, Miles doesn't dislike it completely, since it allows him to be somewhat more free without necessarily embarrassing himself, since she doesn't suspect anything;

He often buys her small gifts or takes her to eat after work, but even if he tries with all his strength (which he never can fully use), she always sees it as a "date" between friends;

She probably starts to doubt after Miles' continuous kind gestures, but it's also the last thing she wants to illude herself of, so that's the main reason why she believes anything Miles does for her is just form a friend to another;

So she just tries to reciprocate his affection;

When she finds some particular tea leaves, he's the first one that comes to her mind, so she buys them for him;

Whenever they're together, she likes to hold onto his arm or when they're in very crowded spaces, she holds his hand nonchalantly and just drags him;

She sends some photos of her days and always makes sure to wish him a good morning and a good night;

When she can, she comes to his office to keep him company if she knows that he has to work for many hours (and sometimes even falls asleep on his sofa);

U s e l e s s to say that Miles is even more confused and flustered with each of her actions;

Mostly when she proposes to help him choose the outfits of the day and, once together, she fixes every inch of his, from the shirt collar, that irregular fold on his jacket and her beloved hair;

Oh dear, she has to only skim his scalp to make his temperature rise suddenly, his hands trembling in his pockets when he feels his locks being gently pulled to be styled;

And, of course, the nonexistent distance between their faces (a thing that Miles tries to ignore by keeping his eyes closed);

And at this point, even a whole poster on which is written "I LOVE YOU" will leave her doubting.

"Miles look!" She tugged his sleeve and dragged him near the lakeside "There are little ducklings" She knelt immediately and tried to have a closer look at them "Maybe we should leave them alone; if the mother's around I don't know how she would take two strangers" He lowered himself and made sure she wouldn't fall into the water "I'm not doing anything, yet" She grinned and looked around to see if there was something to feed them "Don't- They probably aren't even developed yet to digest something that isn't water-like textured" He held her still when she tried to get up to take whatever she saw "But I wanted to hold one" She got up anyway and waved to the babies when they started to go away "We should adopt some ducks" She went behind him and hugged his neck, slightly putting her weight on his back "Some? I think one is more than enough, and I'm sorry to say but you'll be the one to keep it" He tried his total best to control the trembling of his voice and put his hands in the water to stop them too, from trembling and to at least try calming the hot wave that started from his face and went everywhere "But why! They're cute, maybe noisy and not exactly calm in the house, but they are soft" "Dogs are also soft, and are way more manageable than a duck" He stood up, attempting to get her to break away from him, but she remained hugged to his neck, on her toes "Just becaaause, you already had one and blah blah, we'll see who's truly right" She moved her arms from the neck to his chest, squeezing him to bother him and prove her point. The laugh that came from her mouth made Miles melt for a second, breathing to calm himself down and -HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW AND WHY- placing his trembling hands on hers, taking the courage to turn around and seeking to clarify whether something could actually exist, between those two.

#ace attorney #ace attorney x reader #miles edgeworth #ace attorney headcanon #ace attorney headcanons #miles edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth headcanons

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BEST LONG-TIME PINING SHIPS: ROUND 1 MATCH 16

Why you should vote for each ship under the cut!

Narumitsu: they knew each other as children and then spent the rest of their childhoods apart, but when Miles became a prosecuting attorney, Phoenix was inspired to drop out of art school to become a defense. they resolve arguments by duking it out in court. The timeline of the games is over ten years long and Miles doesn’t really mellow out until the end I’m pretty sure so like. If they were canon it would be in their 30’s not in their 20’s when the game starts. but also Phoenix is so obviously Miles’ gay (re?)awakening in literally chapter 2 of the first game so. take from that what you will. Yoohankim: okay okay so. kim dokja reads about yoo joonghyuk’s life for 10 years (he’s the main character of a webnovel kdj’s been reading). han sooyoung waits for 50 years in an alternate universe she’s stuck in. han sooyoung and yoo joonghyuk wait together for 3 years for kim dokja to return after he died (once). yoo joonghyuk and han sooyoung regress (die and go back in time to start over) and live through another apocalypse to get to kim dokja. it’s revealed han sooyoung was the one writing that webnovel kim dokja read for 10 years (she wanted to keep him alive). it’s also revealed yoo joonghyuk regressed 1863 times (so at least 1863 years) to find kim dokja. yoo joonghyuk goes into space for a long long while in hopes of getting kim dokja back. han sooyoung waits for both of them. it’s complicated but i can say with full certainty that combined they have pined for each other for 17 million years

#round 1 #polls #narumitsu #wrightworth #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #aa #phoenix x miles #nrmt #yhk #yoohankim #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #han sooyoung #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk

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manias-wordcount · 1 month

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Show 'Em How (Phoenix Wright x Reader x Miles Edgeworth)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you were younger, you had a crush on two boys.

The type of crush that left people with heat stuck in their cheeks and eyes casted down at the ground. The type of crush that left people like you stammering and stuttering and trying too awfully hard to look cool yet cute in every moment they’re in view. But they grew up. So did you. Though those feelings you had for the now-grown men didn’t completely disappear. You’re not even sure if they lessened enough for you to no longer feel embarrassed about it all.

But for the longest time, you just didn’t get what you saw in both of them. After all, you thought that they couldn’t be any more different from each other aside from their shared strong will. So what made you like them still after all these years? What made you linger around like a ghost- hoping and hoping for the one who sees you. Despite knowing they would never see you as you’ve always seen them. Someone to love. Someone to adore. Someone to hold tight and want to protect for as long as they live. But that’s the thing.

“You’re getting so good at this, aren’t you sweetheart?”

You only thought you knew that.

“Mmm,” You make a quiet hum with the back of your throat as you look up at one of the men before you. “Mmm…”

You always thought of Miles Edgeworth as a gentleman- even when you both just attending grade school. You thought of him as refined and forever poised- even in the trickiest of situations. And now, you’d admit that some of that holds true. He’s still oh-so gentle as he cards his fingers through your hair and keeps the loose strands out of the way. He’s still oh-so kind as he looks at you with eyes that hold emotions so far away from disgust and malice that you could easily forget if you wanted to. If you tried. But most of all? He’s still oh-so-sweet in the way he calls on you- insisting on sweetheart even as you wrap your lips around his dick and suck him off while free hand focuses on his rival.

“I could have told you that,” A voice from your side grumbles. Some that have your heart thumping out of your chest and shivers running down your spine at the exact same time. It’s the same Phoenix Wright that you’ve always been smitten with. Though it’s admittedly more charming now that you’re able to hear him talking so casually. Without stress about investigations. Without drama from court cases. None of that stuff. Although… “And quit hogging! It was my turn to get sucked off ages ago!”

You suppose nothing can be quite drama-free with those two. But you suppose it’s your fault, isn’t it? It started with you getting a little bold one night. A little brave. Then suddenly, you’re writing love letters. Love confession with the hearts and the secrets and the obvious embarrassment dripping from every single word. But this running off of a courageous high (or rather, a steep amount of liquid courage), and suddenly yourself with new emails in your outgoing mail folder. And two emails in your ingoing mail folder- each agreeing to the time and the place that drunken you had asked to meet.

Truthfully, you don’t remember how exactly your confession went. Maybe you blocked it all from memory. Maybe you didn’t. But whatever happened must have been a good thing between all three of you.

Because why else would Phoenix be wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling you off of his rival’s cock all so he could lead you and your puckered lips toward his?

“Pay attention to me too, okay?” He reminds you gently as he gives you a big smile. Instantly, you’re enamored again now that he’s the boy with your most direct attention (even though Miles’ huff is very clearly an attempt to get your eyes back off him). But Phoenix doesn’t pay him any mind- instead, he’s too busy pushing your head closer and closer to him as his free hand holds his fully erect cock out for your to slide into your throat. “I’m willing to share but you can’t forget about me, alright?”

You’re barely registering his words. Just giving him a simple nod before your back up and sitting on your knees and wrapping your lips around the pretty dick in front of you. It stands tall and proud in front of you with quite a few noticeable veins decorating it in its entirety. A small bead of precum has been spilling from the top. But you don’t waste another second on dumb thoughts and inaction. Instead, you’re flattening your tongue and taking the thing into your mouth easily. Completely. Happily.

The salty taste hits your goosebumps a second later, but Phoenix is quick to ease you into taking his entire length all at once. He coaches you into breathing the way he knows you should, and you focus on relaxing your mouth the same way you did for Miles so he slides right in with little resistance. But Phoenix is thicker than Miles. Not as long, but much much thicker. And so the instant you feel him start to fill up your mouth in a way that feels like too much at once, you cough. Just a little.

Even so, it’s still enough to get Miles to hurry out a call of “Be careful” to the other man, much to his displeasure. But it’s not your first. It’s far from it and everyone in the room knows that by now. So you’re quick to right things yourself. To adjust so that you mouth things about fitting Phoenix inside rather than Miles. And all too soon, you’re bobbing your head up and down and up and down and up and down. Letting it glide through your warm, wet throat as the man you’re sucking off balls his hands into tight fists and leans back into his chair.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Phoenix all but groans as he closes his eyes and tosses his head back. His voice is much lower than what you’re used to. Softer. Quieted. More controlled even. Not that you really mind it though. As much as you love your Phoenix- the one who’s bright and loud and only just a little dumb at times- you like the way you’re making him come undone like this. Making him count his every breath. Making him rise out of his chair and curse under his breath. Making him feel good. All because of you. All because of you. “Keep going- keep sucking like that. And- and do that thing with your tongue again. Okay, baby?”

Your heart melts at the nickname. Baby. You’re so soft for these two it’s ridiculous. But perhaps it’s more ridiculous how soft they are for you. How willing they are for you. Most men would hate sharing a lover. And yet, here comes Miles- reaching over and pulling back your hair again so you can continue focusing on running your tongue against every vein on Phoenix’s dick again and again and again.

And sometime later, you’ll start stroking Miles’ cock again, not wanting him to lose the pretty hard-on he brought out just for you. Pumping your fist up and down and up and down- in time with the way you bod your head on the other man’s cock. But pretty soon all of Miles’ sweet little compliments will draw your attention away. Pretty soon, you’re pulling your mouth off of Phoenix’s dick and wrapping your lips around Miles’ once more- pulling out all the moves you know he likes. Playing a little with his balls. Sucking a little extra hard on the head. And looking up at him through your eyelashes all pretty like when he started mumbling all kinds of selfish yet adoring words towards you.

And at some point, the other man in the room is going to feel content will sitting and watching anymore. At some point, he’s gonna want a hand or a mouth or that pretty little hole that’s been hiding between your legs all this time. At some point, he’s gonna want to make you do the squirming. Just like your other lover is gonna want to make you squeal and feel good. Feel oh-so ridiculously good. But he can wait. They both know how to wait at this point. And frankly, you do too.

Because you waited so many years to confess. You waited so many years to know if they liked you back. And you waited so many years before realizing that the answer had to be both or absolutely nothing at all. But they’ve made their decision. And you’ve made yours.

You know they know how to wait their turn. You know they know how to play nice. How to share. And you know they know how to do that with each other. Because you were there when they learned those things. And if they refuse to do it now?

Well, you’ll just have to show them how it’s done.

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