Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Seventeen]
PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
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ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
After that, your request will be filled out by ANONYMOUSIf you make a request, ( Read more... )
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The first time Godot and and Jake saw Daryan Crescend they laughed. After all, how else would one react in the face of someone with a giant dick on his head? It might not have been the most mature assertion, maybe it wasn’t even that funny, but then again, here in prison entertainment was scarce anyway.
“That your hair?” Jake called out and on the cot in his cell across the corridor Godot looked up from his book and chuckled.
“Armando, your new cell mate,” one of the guards escorting Crescend said. “Play nice.” The other guard snorted.
The cell door was opened and Crescend was shoved inside; not hard enough to be a problem, but not gently either. No, never gently.
Godot watched the new-arrival stand in the middle and look around the “room”. Most inmates had given up on calling it a “cell”. No point in constantly reminding yourself of that pesky fact if you were gonna spend a vast number of years in this place. It rarely became home, not for most, but it became routine.
Crescend seemed to nod to himself and then turned to Godot.
“Daryan Crescend,” he said, holding out his hand.
Godot smirked and shook hands with the younger man, not bothering to get up from where he was sitting on the bottom one of the two bunks attached to the wall. No point in challenging fate if you knew your body could suddenly fail you at any given moment.
“Diego Armando,” Godot introduced himself. “Godot, to you.”
There weren’t many people in here who called him by his given name. The guards did because it was what they read on the papers and Jake did because he’d known Diego before.
As they released hands, Crescend smirked.
“So, how long did they wait for you?” he asked flippantly.
For a moment Godot simply stared at the young man before him, the air as silent as anything could be in this place. Behind his visor, Godot’s eyes slid to watch Jake across the hall who was apparently watching the exchange with well-controlled glee.
Godot’s lips curved into a smirk before he barked a laugh
“Five years.”
A slightly confused look crossed Crescend’s face before he shrugged and, after a pause, climbed up the small ladder.
Godot shook his head in amusement and went back to pretending to read his book a sixth time. Up to now he thought he could like the new guy. In any case, Crescend provided a much needed break to the monotony of everyday life.
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