#p.hoenix wright

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I KNOW I HAVEN’T GOTTEN TO REQUESTS YET BUT… i was soooo inspired by this post here that i had to write out a fic… @tum-bakery you never fail to inspire me with ur a.ce a.ttorney or stuffedronpa content

forgive me for any grammatical mistakes or anything of the sort, i wrote this really quick on mobile

Fly On The Wall

ship: w.rightworth

this fic contains: bloated belly, burps, belly rubs, button popping

TLDR: m.iles accidentally spies on p.hoenix stuffing himself after court one day.

In Miles and Phoenix’s shared cozy apartment, the aroma of fast food filled the air as Phoenix Wright sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by empty wrappers and containers that littered their kitchen counter. The attorney was working his way through his final half-eaten burger: work made him absolutely starving, so he decided to indulge and grab extra food on the way home from work. Grease stained his fingers as he took another bite, his movements once quick and efficient were now slow and labored, like he was chewing molasses. His eyelids drooped, tiredness hitting him like a truck. He was so tired that, in fact, he failed to notice his boyfriend Miles Edgeworth staring at him from the other room.

Miles sat at the dining room table, head turned to stare at Phoenix’s form. Legal documents remained bare, his laptop dimmed from the lack of usage to save battery. The attorney hadn’t even said as much as a ‘hello’ to Miles before he shoved the food onto the kitchen counter and began eating. And Miles has been watching him. Silently observing him this whole time. Like a fly on the wall, it’s like he wasn’t even there.

Phoenix’s once trim abdomen now bulged outward, straining against the fabric of his shirt as though pleading for mercy. The buttons threatened to pop open under the pressure. Labored breaths filled the room as he finally polished off the burger he held in his hand. Phoenix leaned back in the chair to close his eyes for a moment, a soft sigh escaping him as one hand now rubbed the side of his taut belly. His bloated belly protruded prominently, dominating his lap.

That was nearly the end of Miles. He felt his face grow red, cheeks hot to the touch as he quickly looked away. He stared at his dim laptop screen, the words in the email he was writing becoming jumbled in his head. All he could think about was Phoenix. How devourable and amazing he looked at that very moment. The prosecutor attempted to force himself back to work, leaning forward in the chair to look down at a sheet of paper he had next to the computer. As Miles attempted to meticulously review the legal intricacies of the case, noises started coming from the kitchen and he couldn't help but be distracted. Phoenix belched several times — and with each burp, Miles’ attention wavered, his thoughts drifting from his work to the scene playing out before him.

He had to look at Phoenix again. His gaze darted over to look at the man sitting at the kitchen counter. Phoenix was now gently rubbing his overfilled belly, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. His hand moved in slow circles, tracing the contours of his swollen abdomen as he tried to soothe the ache within. Miles watched with a mixture of amusement, bewilderment and affection, his eyes never leaving Phoenix's bloated form.

As Phoenix let out a long sigh, his bloated belly expanding prominently, a sudden *pop* echoed through the kitchen. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the unmistakable sensation of a button giving way beneath the strain of his overfilled stomach. With a mixture of disbelief and amusement, Phoenix glanced down to see a button from his shirt lying innocently on the table, severed from its thread like a casualty of war. His mouth gaped open in surprise, like a fish out of water.

So did Miles’.

Miles swore his face couldn’t turn any more red. Couldn’t burn any hotter. But it did, like a blazing inferno, scalding to the touch. His hands tightened into a fist, desperate to grab something, but could only paw at the sheer tablecloth. His heart pounded in his chest, the thumping rang through his ears and echoed in his skull. Phoenix looked so devourable at this moment.

"Oops," Phoenix had muttered sheepishly, hands feathering gentle touches into his skin. The attorney chewed on the bottom of his lip before an expression that displayed a mixture of discomfort and determination appeared on his face. Phoenix pushed himself up from his chair, his bloated belly protesting with every movement. As he stood, he felt the full weight of his meal pressing heavily against him, causing him to wince slightly at the strain. With a steadying breath, Phoenix squared his shoulders and attempted to walk, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to navigate the kitchen with his swollen abdomen. Each step was a struggle, his distended belly impeding his progress as he waddled awkwardly across the room.

Miles tried to speak, but words failed him. He could only watch as Phoenix waddled out of sight, presumably to their shared bedroom to sleep off that damn food coma. Miles blinked quickly, eyes fixated on the now empty chair and the empty wrappers that littered their kitchen counter. All Miles wanted to do at that moment was chase Phoenix down and tell him that he liked what he saw, but… he couldn’t.

Miles was just a fly on the wall.

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to be quite honest i did NOT know what smash even was when everyone was trying to get phoenix in it. i just saw ace attorney and rbed everything

[arcxnumvitae]

‘P.hoenix....Wright. And E.dgeworth--....E.dgeworth...what was E.dgeworth’s last name again??’

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Prosecutor Edgeworth Chooses Life

mmmmmmmm kind of inspired by this post tee-hee

this fic contains: mpreg, SFW content, fluff / kind of angst but not really? just a lot of emotions

ship: w.rightworth

TLDR: m.iles returns to the city after being missing for several months. only, things are different from when he left.

It had been months since Miles Edgeworth disappeared without a trace, leaving Phoenix Wright devastated and desperate for answers. Sleepless nights turned into agonizing days and soon months as Phoenix searched tirelessly for any sign of his beloved prosecutor. The courtroom had lost its spark, and the absence of Miles left a void that Phoenix couldn't fill. A hole in his shattered heart. Just the name ‘ Miles ‘ left a sweet yet bitter taste in his mouth – not only was he the prosecutor who relentlessly battled against him in court, but he was also the man Phoenix had confessed his love to – the man that Phoenix slept so passionately with the night after Phoenix helped him get a non-guilty verdict. And he disappeared without a trace, only leaving behind a note that stated the worst:

“Prosecutor Edgeworth chooses death!”

But that couldn’t be real. That wasn’t real. No, Phoenix was certain of it.

It’s a gloomy afternoon – and as the rain pours down over the city, Phoenix gets off the bus that has dropped him off at the courthouse. The only thing he has been doing to cope with Miles’ disappearance was to keep doing his job. Cases were slim, money was tight, but as long as he was distracted, he’s okay. The attorney rushes to the stairs as the rain continues to pour, keeping his head down. The one day he forgot an umbrella! Black shoes clack against the stone stairs, briskly walking towards the set of double-doors, until he notices a gentle shadow on the top of the stairs. Phoenix’s head lifts as he pauses, letting the rain run down his face. And the figure standing in front of him looks all too familiar.

“... Miles?”

The man’s head moves, turning to the side to look down at the attorney. Those gray eyes. That gray hair. It can’t be anyone else.

“... Wright,” he whispers, his voice almost lost in the rain.

Phoenix’s blood runs cold. He’s stiff, frozen. Unable to contain his emotions, Phoenix yells as the raindrops blend with his instant tears, "Where have you been?! I've been going out of my mind worrying about you!"

The figure slowly turns around. Sure enough, it’s Miles. Miles looks down at Phoenix with weary eyes, his face pale and stoic, yet there is some sadness mixed in. There’s an air of vulnerability about him that Phoenix has never seen before. until something catches his eye that pulls him out of the heat of the moment.

Miles stands there, wearing a maroon suit tailored to accommodate the gentle curve of his abnormally but beautifully swollen belly. The fabric stretches over the roundness, accentuating the undeniable sign of life within. The once perfectly flat abdomen now boasted the undeniable prominence of impending parenthood. His typically rigid posture has adjusted to accommodate the gentle sway of his gravid form. Adjusting his glasses, Miles places a protective hand over his round abdomen, feeling the subtle movements beneath his fingertips as he bites his lip nervously. He’s shaking.

He’s pregnant.

Phoenix gawks at the sight, feeling his body turn to ice. "Miles, what…?" Phoenix stammers, unable to hide the concern etched across his teary face. The sheer magnitude of everything hits him like a tidal wave, and he can hardly believe what he’s seeing. Not only is Miles here after writing that frightening letter, he’s pregnant. Very pregnant.

"Miles, are you...?"

Miles takes a deep breath, glancing down at his pregnant belly with tears now threatening his own eyes. Damn these hormones. "Yes, Wright. I am with child, and… it’s, um… our baby."

Phoenix's mind is racing, trying to process the revelation. He feels a whirlwind of emotions – shock, confusion, anger, and a strange warmth at the idea of having a child with Edgeworth. “B-But… What..? Why did you leave? Where did you go? Why didn’t you call me? O-Or anything!”

Miles sniffles, "It's a long story, and I promise to explain everything in due time… But right now, I need your support more than ever. Please, Phoenix. I cannot do this alone anymore.”

Miles looks up at Phoenix, tears streaming down his face as he rubs the underside of his heavy belly with both hands. His once impeccably fitted jacket is hanging open, allowing room for his bulging stomach to breathe, but the buttons on his shirt strain slightly against the pressure. Phoenix can see the movements of the baby: a gentle push, a subtle roll – life beneath the prosecutors fingertips. The blue-suited attorney spots a sudden, sharp kick, which makes Miles wince.

“May we go to the lobby?” Miles asks with a hint of urgency in his voice. He shifts from foot to foot, trying to balance the weight of his heavily pregnant stomach. The rain has soaked them both now, water dripping from each of their sopping wet bangs.

“H-Huh?” Phoenix replies dumbly, looking up to meet Miles’ sad gaze. “Oh. Yeah, sure.”

After entering the quiet lobby, Miles takes a seat on a bench off to the side. He lets out a quiet grunt as he adjusts himself to be able to sit down on the low seat, eyebrows furrowing as he sniffs back tears. Once he’s sitting, Miles leans back slightly, once again resting a hand on his bulging stomach. Phoenix stands in front of him, face still etched with worry and shock. He uses his wet sleeve to brush some tears from his own face, clearing his throat as he tries to maintain his composure. But he’s also weak in the knees.

“I-I don’t understand,” Phoenix says. “Why didn’t you at least call me? Or text me? To let me know that you were okay – and carrying our…  baby?”

“F-First, I wanted to tell you in person,” Miles replies, looking away from Phoenix. “But, admittedly, I was-... frightened. I-I didn’t know what you would think, after I had left like that. Phoenix, I am beyond sorry. Just, please, forgive me. I need you.”

The room falls silent as Phoenix's eyes fixate on the protruding mound. His brain fails to come up with any sort of response. His mouth opens, but moves like a goldfish out of water. The words are seemingly dying on his tongue. As much as Phoenix wants to be angry, he can’t… He’s never seen Miles so desperate for help, or so vulnerable. And it honestly breaks his heart.

Phoenix takes a gentle step closer, then sits down next to Miles on the wooden bench. He watches as the prosecutor's head turns to look at Phoenix, desperation riddling his tired eyes. Phoenix sighs, then pulls the other man into a gentle yet warm embrace. Miles returns the embrace, even though there’s a subtle hesitation in his demeanor, but he buries his head into the crook of Phoenix’s neck. Phoenix reluctantly lets his fingers trace some of the delicate curve of Miles' belly, feeling the warmth that radiated from the life within.

“It’s a boy,” Edgeworth murmurs from the crook of Phoenix’s neck. “I’ve named him… we can change it though, if you want.”

“Wh-What is it?” Phoenix asks gently, replacing his fingers with his warm palm, letting it glide across the surface of Edgeworth’s large, pregnant tummy.

“Nicholas Gregory… Nick for short… and Gregory, after my father.”

Phoenix’s heart stops in his chest. His rubbing pauses, which in turn makes Miles stiffen. His initial shock is immediately met with more tears.

“After me?” Phoenix sniffles, looking down at Miles.

“God, yes,” Miles replies. “Do you want to change it?”

“No, no,” Phoenix chokes on his tears. “I-It’s perfect. Just like you, Miles. I’ve missed you so much, and I-I’ll be here for you and our son. I promise.”

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Sweet Tooth

very short drabble,,, sorry for the silence, been uber busy. here's a w.rightworth fic -- sorry stuffedronpa folks

this fic contains: bloating, burps, hiccup, belly rubs, SFW content

ship: w.rightworth, n.arumitsu (p.hoenix w.right x m.iles e.dgeworth)

TLDR: m.iles has a sweet tooth, and rarely gets to indulge. so phoenix surprises him.

Miles Edgeworth had a sweet tooth. It was undeniable.

It was a quiet evening in the upscale apartment shared by Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright. The city lights glittered outside the window, casting a warm glow on the room. Miles sat at his desk, engrossed in paperwork, surrounded by stacks of legal documents, the soft glow of lamplight casting a soft ambiance on the papers. Busy as ever. However, something unusual was happening in the other room. Phoenix, Miles' boyfriend, had decided to surprise him with a selection of his favorite sweets. Miles had always been known for his disciplined and serious demeanor, but Phoenix was determined to bring out the softer side of the stoic prosecutor.

Or, the sweeter side.

As Miles diligently worked on his cases, Phoenix tiptoed into the room, holding a tray filled with an assortment of delectable desserts—chocolates, pastries, and a variety of candies. He placed the tray on the edge of the desk, causing Miles to look up in surprise.

"Hey there, babe. Thought you might need a little pick-me-up." Phoenix Wright presented the assorted goodies with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Edgeworth arched an eyebrow, the look of surprise fading. "And what, pray tell, is the occasion for this sudden act of generosity?"

Phoenix leaned against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on his lips. "No occasion, Miles. I just love you. Consider it a distraction from all the stress – you've been working too hard.”

Miles’s gray eyes narrowed slightly. "I appreciate the sentiment, Phoenix, but I am quite busy at the moment. I can’t just stop working.”

Phoenix let out a snort, ready to turn around and leave, but Miles let out a sigh. The attorney watched as the prosecutor gave in to the temptation – Miles reached for a chocolate truffle and took a bite, savoring the rich flavor. Phoenix watched with delight as Miles' expression softened with chew. The rich flavor instantly captivated his taste buds, and the stern gaze that riddled his face softened. His shoulders relaxed, as if tension was being directly lifted off his shoulders at that very moment. Phoenix watched with delight as Edgeworth slowly gave in to the sugary temptation. 

"See? Not so bad, is it?"

“Mnnff,” was all the attorney got as a response, the prosecutor's mouth full of chocolate. Miles, despite sweets and sugar being his favorite, was not one to indulge in such foods often. At the moment, he found it difficult to stop.

The irresistible treats beckoned him, and he soon lost track of how many he had consumed. Phoenix, who had been gazing at Miles, now noticed how Miles' sweet tooth had gotten the better of him – and he couldn't help but chuckle. Running a hand through strands of black hair, Phoenix approached the desk again. Peering over the mahogany wood, he watched as Miles shifted uncomfortably in his leather seat, one hand rubbing the side of his now distended gut. The buttons of his suit jacket slightly strained against the pale flesh. The prosecutor hissed and tried to get himself out of his boyfriend's line of sight. But the sudden movement only resulted in an unexpected side effect – a series of soft burps escaping from his lips.

Phoenix burst into laughter at the unexpected sound. "Looks like someone enjoyed the sweets a bit too much."

“Wright,” Miles growled, his eyes shooting daggers at his partner. But he couldn’t suppress the twitching of his lips, a smile threatening to appear on his face.

Phoenix sauntered over and playfully patted Miles' belly. Which only resulted in a soft hiccup. So, the attorney's hand flattened, rubbing Miles' stomach gently. It felt drum-tight. "Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of you."

Miles Edgeworth rolled his eyes but couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him. As Phoenix rubbed Miles' stomach, the tension melted away, and Miles couldn't help but relax. Perhaps a little sweetness in life, both literal and figurative, wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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Hi! I just wanted to say I love your works! I’m not sure if you charge for requests, but would you be willing to write a short fic or imagine where Phoenix overeats and gets a stomachache and he tries to hide it from Miles who just teases him about it? It can be short and fluffy, whatever you think is best❤️

HI!!! sorry it took me a bit, finals week! but im on winter break now soooo.... hopefully I should be more active, hehe

Respectable Attorney

this fic contains: burps, belly noises, belly kink, belly rubs, SFW

ship: w.rightworth

TLDR: every friday, phoenix buys himself a bowl of ramen for lunch. this friday, however, he bought more than he could handle.

Every Friday, during his lunch-break, Phoenix would go get ramen from the ramen stand down the street and order himself a bowl of tonkotsu ramen and a small soda. On this particular Friday, however, Phoenix had an… exceptional appetite.

As Phoenix Wright sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of case files, he was also surrounded by two large bowls that were once filled with tonkotsu ramen, an empty large cup that once had soda in it, and an empty container of gyoza. The raven-haired lawyer leaned back in his office chair, his weight making the leather seat moan. Phoenix himself responded back with a groan, his hands cupping his distended gut. The organ gurgled loudly beneath him, protesting the overabundance of food. He was certainly feeling the consequences of his gluttony – his stomach was aching, and he fought to suppress a series of burps.

A knock on the door caused his head to perk up. Sluggishly, Phoenix sat himself up. One hand continued to cradle his overactive belly while the other quickly discarded the plates and bowls into the trash. He failed to notice knocking the large cup onto the floor as he scooted in close to his desk. “C-Come in!”

The door swung open as a familiar face appeared in the doorway. His boyfriend, prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, with a stack of files under his arm. Without even fully entering the room, he immediately sensed something is amiss. 

"Wright, what on earth have you done?" Miles inquired, gray eyes scanning the surrounding area for clues.

“What?” Phoenix, attempting to maintain his composure, weakly replied, "Nothing, babe. Just a bit tired, that's all." 

“You’re sure?”

Phoenix attempted to brush off the question with a nonchalant grin. “Yup,” he said as his stomach rumbled loudly, betraying him further.

Edgeworth leaned against the doorframe, his piercing gaze fixed on Phoenix. "Tired, you say? I find that hard to believe… especially with that cup on the floor. You usually get a small one, do you not?”

Phoenix’s eyes darted to the floor, noticing the large, empty cup on the ground. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, looking back up at Miles. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, unsuccessfully stifling a small burp.

Edgeworth couldn't help but chuckle, crossing his arms. "Oh, love, you really should learn to control your impulses. It's unbecoming of a respectable attorney.”

Phoenix’s mouth gaped in a poor attempt to defend himself. But all that managed to come out is a long, deep belch. Groaning with relief and humiliation, the attorney finally sat back. Giving up. Letting his belly be on display.

If it was anyone else, Miles would scold them. But it was Phoenix. His lover, his partner, his everything – so it was endearing. Miles couldn’t help but smirk as he shut the door behind him. As he approached Phoenix, he remarked in a low voice, "You really should learn moderation, Wright. It's a valuable lesson.”

"Yeah, yeah, lesson learned,” Phoenix grumbled, his hand firmly pressed against his aching belly.

Edgeworth's smirk widened as he leaned over – inspecting the damage done to Phoenix’s unhappy stomach, and taking note of the large empty containers in the trash can. Placing a hand on his bloated and swollen belly, he began to massage, eliciting a mixture of relief and embarrassment from the defense attorney. Phoenix groaned, half in pain and half in mock protest. 

"You're enjoying this a bit too much… Bwwurrrp! Hah – … D-Don't you have cases to prosecute or something?" Phoenix asked, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Though he had to admit, the belly rubs felt extraordinary.

Miles snorted, responding as he rubbed small circles on Phoenix's bloated belly: “It’s my lunch break too, Wright. I came by to discuss tomorrow’s case – but obviously, the plans have changed. Afterall, taking care of my partner is a duty I take very seriously."

“Oh,” Phoenix replied. “That’s right… Sorry, I’m not feeling so good – mmMMRP! – Ooh, ‘xcuse me, sorry…”

“Too much, too fast?" Miles asked, placing a kiss to the top of Phoenix’s head. After he watched Phoenix nod in response, Edgeworth let out a small hum, massaging further into Phoenix’s upset belly. “Don’t worry, you have some time to relax. You’ve got about twenty minutes until you’re needed in court.”

“... Shit.”

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For your ace attorney addiction lmao: maybe an imagine where Phoenix has been stress eating lately and he’s getting a bit of a dad bod but he’s ashamed so he tries to hide it from Miles (Wrightworth) but when Miles finds out he’s gentle and helps Phoenix with his insecurities? I understand you’re busy and I want you to enjoy your break as much as possible so take your time and don’t worry about getting this done or even doing it at all if you don’t feel like it😅❤️

this is adorable, yes yes 100%! hope you enjoy :)))

Weight of the Truth

this fic contains: weight gain, SFW content, fluff

ship: w.rightworth

TLDR: phoenix has been gaining weight due to stress.

Phoenix Wright had always been the type to bury his stress in unhealthy snacks. Lately, however, the courtroom battles seemed more intense than ever and the stress of having to take care of his daughter Trucy, left him with a growing collection of empty chip bags, take-out bags and candy wrappers. Stacks of case files and crumpled legal documents bore witness to the long hours he spent tirelessly working on his cases. A persistent stream of stressful trials had become a relentless adversary, and Phoenix found solace in the only allies he could depend on—the greasy comfort of fast food.

Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix's boyfriend and a perfectionist in every aspect of his life, began to notice a change in the attorney's physique. Phoenix's once trim waistline was slowly disappearing, replaced by a soft belly and rounder cheeks. The suits in his wardrobe looked a bit snugger, and his once-toned physique started to soften into what some might call a "dad bod." The way his shirts strained against his midsection and the slight puffiness in his cheeks did not escape Miles's observant eyes. Miles, however, kept his observations to himself… at least, as long as he could.

One evening, after a particularly grueling trial, Phoenix returned home to find Miles waiting for him. Trucy was over at a friend's house for the night, leaving the two of them alone. The prosecutor's piercing gray eyes scanned him from head to toe, a look of concern etched on his face.

"Phoenix, we need to talk," he said, guiding the attorney to the living room.

Phoenix blinked, exhaustion riddled his eyes. He sat down on the couch. "What's up, Edgeworth?"

Miles sat next to him. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I've noticed a change in you. Are you alright?"

Phoenix attempted a dismissive grin. "Just a rough patch in court. Nothing I can't handle."

Miles, however, was having none of it. "Phoenix, you can't keep everything bottled up. Talk to me."

Caught off guard, Phoenix sighed, admitting defeat. "Okay, fine. The cases have been taking a toll on me, I’ve had to run Trucy around everywhere, and… I guess eating junk food is my way of coping. I dunno. I didn’t wanna bother you with it or anything."

Edgeworth looked at Phoenix with concern, but to his surprise, he found himself captivated by the change in his appearance. "Phoenix, you don't need to hide anything from me. I'm here for you."

As Phoenix opened up about his struggles, Edgeworth realized that his feelings for Phoenix had deepened, and he found the added weight endearing. He couldn't resist teasing Phoenix a little with a small smirk appearing on his face: "You're still the same person I fell in love with, Phoenix. A little extra weight doesn't change that… I find you rather charming in any form. And, I must admit, I find your new... physique rather appealing.”

Phoenix's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? You like it?"

Miles leaned in, his lips brushing against Phoenix's ear. "Very much so," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down Phoenix's spine. His hand reached out, lithe fingers gently feeling Phoenix’s love handles. Inspecting the subtle curves, letting his fingers poke and prod the soft surface. His hand moved to Phoenix's belly, feeling it's subtle heft. "I love you, no matter what shape you're in. Besides, a little extra weight suits you."

“You really mean that?" Phoenix whispered.

Miles nodded. "Absolutely. It's a testament to the fact that you've been working hard and handling a lot. I love you, Phoenix, no matter what shape you're in."

In that moment, Phoenix felt a weight lift off his shoulders – both figuratively and literally. Miles' acceptance and love gave him the confidence to be comfortable in his own skin. The evidence of their love was written in the way Miles looked at him and touched him – and Phoenix couldn't have asked for a better verdict.

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if you're comfortable with it... a little bit of preg Phoenix? Maybe with Miles being a bit over protective because Phoenix is accident prone?

yes!!!!! sorry this is so late,,,,,,,, hope you enjoy

Safe and Sound

ship: w.rightworth

this fic contains: mpreg, fluff, belly rubs

TLDR: m.iles doesn't want p.hoenix to cook dinner, as he's worried for the safety of him and their unborn baby.

Miles Edgeworth stood in the kitchen, apron tied securely around his waist as he carefully chopped vegetables for dinner. He had decided to take charge of dinner tonight, determined to spare his boyfriend, Phoenix Wright, from any potential accidents that could harm their unborn child. At 36 weeks pregnant, Phoenix's usual clumsiness had become even more of a concern, and Miles couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to either of them. Miles continued chopping vegetables for a hearty stir-fry, his movements smooth and deliberate. He glanced over his shoulder every now and then, keeping an eye on Phoenix, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading emails on his laptop. 

"Everything okay, darling?" Miles called out, his voice gentle yet tinged with concern.

Phoenix looked up from his laptop, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just trying to see if there’s anything I need to catch up on.”

Miles nodded, turning his attention back to the task at hand. He couldn't help but worry — Phoenix had always been accident-prone, and trouble seemed to linger behind everywhere he went. And now, with the added weight and discomfort of pregnancy, the risk of injury was even greater.

As the aroma of sizzling vegetables filled the air, curiosity finally got the better of Phoenix, who now approached the stove. Miles intercepted him with a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder, his reaction-time caught Phoenix off-guard.

"Stay back, Phoenix. Let me handle this," Miles said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Phoenix snorted, but nodded, understanding the ‘gravity’ of the situation. He knew Miles was only looking out for him and their baby, and he appreciated it more than words could express. The heavily pregnant attorney then planted a soft kiss to Miles’ cheek before waddling to the living room to relax on the couch – which was much more comfortable than the wooden kitchen chair.

Relieved that Phoenix had complied, Miles continued cooking, his movements precise and swift. Soon, the stir-fry was ready, and Miles plated the meal with care, garnishing it with a sprinkle of fresh herbs for added flavor. He turned around to present the dish, but saw that the kitchen table was empty. He blinked, wondering where Phoenix had gone, until he heard the low murmur of the television in the living room. Perhaps having dinner on the couch would suffice… he didn’t want to make Phoenix get back up again, despite his distaste for crumbs on their nice couch. Grabbing both of their plates, he briskly walked into the living room.

There, Phoenix sat as some 90’s sitcom played quietly on the TV. Miles noted the way Phoenix gingerly cradled his swollen belly and the fatigue that etched lines on his face. His feet were propped up on the hickory coffee table – much to Miles’ dislike, but he’ll allow it considering Phoenix is so heavily pregnant.

"Dinner's served," Miles finally announced after he was done ogling his boyfriend, showing the steaming plates.

Phoenix looked up, and his eyes lit up with delight as he took in the colorful array of vegetables. "Wow, Miles, this looks amazing! Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” the prosecutor replied as he gently sat next to Phoenix. He handed the attorney his plate, giving him a light smile.

Phoenix eagerly began to chow down on the stir-fry, humming with delight. Miles, however, set his own dish aside. He couldn’t help but watch Phoenix: watch him observe the television with tired yet interested eyes, watch him nestle into the cushions with a contented sigh that escaped his lips as he shifted to find a comfortable position for his heavily pregnant belly, watch his form glow under the dim lamplight and the flickering of the TV. It was a beautiful sight to behold. A sight that made Miles’ heart swell.

As Miles slipped out of his daydream, Phoenix set the now-empty dish aside. Miles blinked – wow, Phoenix packed that away fairly quickly. Another satisfied sigh escaped the attorney's lips, hand resting on the curve of his large, swollen belly. 

"Hm, you both must have been hungry," Miles said softly. He instinctively reached out, his hand instinctively drawn to the curve of Phoenix's rounded belly. "May I?"

Phoenix looked over at him, and nodded with a gentle smile. As Miles tenderly rubbed Phoenix's heavily pregnant belly, he couldn't help but marvel again at the sight before him. Phoenix's abdomen had swelled with the growth of their unborn child, rounding out in a beautiful curve that stretched the fabric of his shirt. The once-flat stomach now protruded prominently.

And Miles couldn't help himself – he lifted Phoenix's shirt, exposing the round expanse of his swollen abdomen. Phoenix's breath caught in his throat as Miles's fingers traced delicate circles across his skin, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He leaned back, his eyes closed in blissful contentment, relishing the sensation of Miles's touch. The skin covering Phoenix's belly was smooth and taut, its surface littered with delicate veins that traced intricate patterns beneath the surface, and stretch marks adorned the lower part of his abdomen. At the center of it, Phoenix's navel that once had been a shallow innie now protruded into an outie. 

Miles leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Phoenix's belly in a tender kiss. Phoenix's fingers tangled in Miles's hair, urging him closer as a soft sigh escaped his lips.

"Your belly has grown so much," Miles remarked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with awe and affection. Phoenix could only grunt in response, eyes closed as he relished in the pampering he was recieving. A low chuckle escaped Miles as he continued doting on his partner. 

Miles kept pressing tender kisses against Phoenix’s heavy belly, and he could feel the gentle movements beneath his lips – a silent reminder of the precious life they had created together. And as he continued to stroke Phoenix's belly with both hands, feeling the gentle kicks and flutters beneath his touch, he knew that there was nowhere else he would rather be than right here, by Phoenix's side. Safe and sound.

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Some kind of soft w/rightw/orth? Mpreg or stuffing just something super fluffy ~~~?

Massage

this fic contains: mpreg, SFW content, fluff, belly rubs

ship: w.rightworth

TLDR: carrying twins is hard! m.iles asks for a massage, p.hoenix obliges.

Phoenix Wright rushed through the door of his apartment, weary from a long day in court– however, today was his last day for a while, as his partner Miles Edgeworth was expecting. The adrenaline from the trial still pulsed through his veins as he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket on the hook. He couldn't wait to relax, but something even more important awaited him.

"Edgey?" Phoenix called out. He headed towards the living room, where he knew Miles Edgeworth would be resting. And he was right. Miles, heavily pregnant with twins, was reclining on the couch with a hand resting gently on his swollen belly. The sight of Edgeworth pregnant was still a shock, even after all this time – they were starting a family. A family of four. He was 36 weeks along now, nearly bursting at the seams. The room was filled with soft, calming music, and Miles looked up with a tired yet welcoming smile.

"Phoenix," Miles greeted, his tone filled with a mix of exhaustion and relief. Edgeworth smiled weakly, a hand moving to support his back. "How was the trial?"

"It went well,” Phoenix said as crossed the room in a few quick strides, his eyes fixed on Miles. He smiles down at the prosecutor. “You alright?”

"I thought I'd try to take a break from my usual routine of legal research and relax for once,” Miles starts, the hand that isn’t resting on his back rubbing his swollen stomach. “However, it seems that these twins have… different plans."

Phoenix poked his bottom lip out as he gently placed himself on the sofa next to Miles. A strong arm draped over the prosecutors shoulders. Miles received another sharp kick, which made him wince.

Phoenix's eyes widened slightly as he noticed the strain on Edgeworth's face. "Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

Edgeworth shook his head. "It's just uncomfortable. But I wouldn't mind a distraction."

“Can I get you anything?” Phoenix asked as a calloused hand made its way to Edgeworth’s prominent belly. He felt a flutter of movement beneath his touch, making him smile. “Food, maybe?” 

“I’m fine,” Miles responded as rested his head on Phoenix's shoulder. “Just a bit sore, achey, tired… Nothing to worry about. Although… some massages would be nice.”

“Of course,” Phoenix said as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of his head. His hand continued to trace gentle circles on Miles Edgeworth's rounded belly, feeling the subtle movements beneath his fingertips. The twins seemed to respond eagerly to the attention. “Wanna turn for me, bubba? And I’ll get some lotion?”

Miles rolled his eyes and snorted at the nickname, but complied. As one hand held his belly, he turned himself so he was facing away from Phoenix, who had rushed off to get some coconut-infused oil. The attorney quickly returned, plopping back down on the couch. 

First, Phoenix’s curious hands gently lifted the prosecutor's shirt over his head, revealing the stretched skin. Stretch marks, delicate and red, adorned the lower portion of his belly. As the twins inside shifted and stirred, the movements were visible, creating gentle ripples across the surface of Edgeworth's belly– something Phoenix couldn’t help but marvel at for a brief moment.

Phoenix cracked his knuckles, applied the lotion on his hands, and then eagerly got to work. His hands moved with practiced care, starting with gentle strokes on Edgeworth's shoulders, gradually working their way down his back. Edgeworth sighed in relief, feeling the tension slowly melt away under Phoenix's expert touch.

Edgeworth grunted contentedly, his eyes closed. "You have a surprisingly soothing touch, Phoenix. Perhaps you missed your calling as a massage therapist."

Phoenix laughed in response. However, that funny moment was interrupted by another particularly harsh kick, and Miles couldn’t stop a moan from leaving his mouth.

 "Ohh, poor baby,” Phoenix cooed, his voice a gentle reassurance. “Relax, Miles. I've got you.”

Phoenix then poured another small amount of lotion into his palms, and he let the warmth of his hands spread over Edgeworth's belly. The touch was feather-light at first, exploring the contours and curves with a careful tenderness. Edgeworth closed his eyes, sinking into the sensation.

Phoenix's hands moved in slow, circular motions, tracing the path of Edgeworth's round belly. The lotion created a slick surface that allowed Phoenix's hands to glide smoothly, delivering a mix of relief and comfort. The room was quiet, besides the gentle hum of their breaths, the occasional creak of the couch as Phoenix or Miles shifted positions, and the classical music playing in the background.

With a final tender stroke, Phoenix leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the back of Edgeworth's head. "How are you feeling now, babe?"

Edgeworth's eyes fluttered open, revealing a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Remarkably better, Phoenix. Your touch works wonders."

Phoenix grinned, his affection for Edgeworth shining in his eyes. "You and our little ones deserve all the comfort in the world."

And with that, Miles turned his head to face his husband. Phoenix lightly lifted Edgeworth’s chin, planting a loving kiss on his lips.

[dangantums]

one more post before i have to disappear into the void for a while,,, sorry if formatted weird i am posting on mobile,,,

W.rightworth - Miles Mpreg HC’s in Court

contains: mpreg

ship: w.rightworth

> surprise! it’s twins!

> has had several specially - tailored suits to accommodate his pregnancy. still maroon, still insists on wearing a jabot / cravat. but he keeps his waistcoat open.

> miles refuses to go on maternity leave until the last week-ish or so of his pregnancy. nothing gets in the way of his work, even though phoenix practically is on his hands and knees begging for miles to go on maternity leave…

> so… miles has to deal with rambunctious babies in court.

> his stomach is very heavy, and the twins are quite active, so it makes it difficult for miles to stand for long periods of time.

> he ends up having to ask the judge to sit down halfway through his opening statement.

> “ Huff… Y-Your honor, pardon me, may I sit for this?”

> when he is standing though, his posture reflects his pregnancy. almost always has a hand on his back, or rubbing the underside of his heavy tummy, leaning backward to give his belly ample room to breathe, waddling to and from his desk…

> remember when i mentioned that he keeps his waistcoat open while pregnant? yeah, it makes it very easy to see the babies tumbling and kicking in his belly.

> very noticeable. phoenix gets caught staring with a sly smile on his face and an expression that reads “yeah… i did that.”

> even though miles claims that he performs as well as he does while he’s not pregnant, he has a hard time paying attention during long trials when the babies are moving. either because the movements are so frequent and rough that he’s wincing, or because he’s overjoyed of the life moving around under his fingertips……

> nearly always rubbing his tummy when he’s sitting, movement or not.

> miles is hungry a lot. after all, he is eating for three! their favorite snack is apple slices with peanut butter. and a can of pepsi!

> always has a can of pepsi, apple slices and peanut butter in the courtroom while pregnant. cannot last an entire trial without it.

> asks for several recesses during the trial — the man has to pee so often.

> also, during recesses, phoenix gets to dote over him by rubbing his belly, scratching his back or massaging his shoulders. what a good boyfriend/husband!

[dangantums]

the way i’m on my hands and knees begging for someone to rp w.rightworth mpreg / stuffing with me. literally begging. if i had money i’d pay.

also, requests will actually (hopefully) be coming this weekend. i just need to…. not be busy…..

[dangantums]

i’m loving the abundance of a.ce a.ttorney kink shit please give me more

new drabble coming tonight methinks !

[faerociousbeast]

looking back on fond memories <3 (theyre all mostly variations of sasuke dissing him)

[dangantums]

RULES 👉🏻UPDATED 3/2/24 (PLEASE READ BEFORE ANY REQUESTS)

*this will be updated as time goes by

**hello!! i am primarily a stuffedronpa account :) i primarily write, but i might do some drawing in the future. here are some set rules and an overview for my account: 

WHAT IS ON THIS BLOG:

Feeding/stuffing/weight gain writing and HCs (WG is kept at a somewhat reasonable level) **will be tagged as #stuffedronpa, etc.

Burps/hiccups/general noises **will be tagged as #hiccups, etc.

Mpreg/fpreg ** will be tagged as #mpreg, #fpreg, etc.

I.ntox kink (only alcohol sorry)

Ships (ex: n.aegami)

Ace Attorney

Fire Emblem - Three Houses

Attack on Titan

JJK

Other misc. characters provided below.

WHAT IS NOT ON THIS BLOG:

Immobility, extreme obesity

Any extra kinks besides the ones I listed

E.meto

Mpreg with a female partner.

Character x reader

CHARACTERS I WILL NOT ACCEPT:

DANGANRONPA

Any UDG character (besides the ones who are present in the other games)

Characters from the anime (I have not seen the anime)

Any character under the age of 18

H.iyoko Saionji

H.imiko Yumeno (both H.imiko and H.iyoko seem too “childish” for me to draw, it just feels wrong. However, H.imiko is adorable and is one of my favorites <3)

A.ngie Yonaga

M.ikan Tsumiki

T.eruteru Hanamura

H.ifumi Yamada

R.yoma Hoshi

C.hihiro Fujisaki

ACE ATTORNEY

Any character under the age of 18

No characters from Spirit of Justice

No characters from Prof. Layton

M.aya Fey

Judge

M.anfred von Karma

W.inston Payne (and others like him)

G.regory Edgeworth

Other minor characters depend.

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES

Any character outside of Three Houses

Any character under 18 / before the time-skip

F.layn

J.eralt

R.hea

S.eteth

I.gnatz

L.eonie

L.orenz

R.aphael

A.lois

T.omas

Attack on Titan

Any underage characters

Z.eke

P.ieck

P.orco

F.loch

Y.elena

Other minor characters depend

Jujustu Kaisen (⚠️ I AM NOT DONE WITH THE SERIES. ANY SPOILERS RESULT IN AN AUTOMATIC BLOCK. ⚠️)

M.ahito

Any underage characters

J.ogo

H.anami

D.agon

Other minor characters depend

((EXTRA)) MY FAVORITES:

DANGANRONPA

B.yakuya Togami 🤍🤍🤍

M.akoto Naegi

K.azuichi Souda

G.undham Tanaka

K.iyotaka Ishimaru

M.ondo Owada

K.orekiyo Shinguji

S.huichi Saihara

H.ajime Hinata

K.aito Momota

ACE ATTORNEY

M.iles Edgeworth 🤍🤍🤍

P.hoenix Wright

D.ick Gumshoe

G.odot

S.imon Blackquill

K.lavier Gavin

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES

D.imitri 🤍🤍🤍

S.ylvain

D.edue

H.ubert

C.laude

F.elix

C.aspar

Attack on Titan:

L.evi 🤍🤍🤍

J.ean

E.rwin

A.rmin

R.einer

Jujutsu Kaisen (⚠️ I AM NOT DONE WITH THE SERIES. ANY SPOILERS WILL RESULT IN AN AUTOMATIC BLOCK.)

N.anami

G.ojo

G.eto

T.oji

C.hoso

Misc.

R.eigen A.rataka (MP100)

K.atsuya S.erizawa (MP100)

Y.akou F.urio (Master Detective, Raincode)

((EXTRA)) MY FAVORITE SHIPS:

N.aegami 🤍🤍🤍

I.shimondo 🤍🤍🤍

K.omahina

S.aimota 🤍🤍🤍

S.oudam

W.rightworth

G.umworth

K.lapollo

M.ia X G.odot

Blackquill X Phoenix

D.imidue

F.elix X S.ylvain

C.laude X D.imitri

E.ruri

E.reri

E.remin

E.rejean

R.eibert

N.anago

S.atosugu

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mpreg // stuffing

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