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Lilium / Sorriso

Under the grey, cloudy sky, two brothers walked along the grassy path, although only one pair of footprints was left on the nature's trail.

Abner Duck carried his younger brother on his back, the yellow duckling deep in slumber against the teenage drake's head. Fethry's short arms were wrapped around his elder brother's neck, while Abner supported those short dangling legs with his own pair of arms.

Usually, the siblings would go home hand-in-hand. But today, Fethry had been especially drowsy after school, the homeroom teacher carrying a sleeping Fethry in her arms with an amused smile, when Abner arrived to pick his brother up.

Abner tried to imitate his father, when Eider Duck would carry a sleepy Fethry on his back, and walk home while avoiding shaking the fragile duckling awake.

Although Fethry was light, and Abner was somewhat strong, it was still the first time he had given someone a piggyback ride while moving. He constantly looked over his shoulders, and made sure Fethry wouldn't fall over or be woken up. Tiring it might be, just a look at the yellow duckling's innocent smile would make Abner forget all the fatigue in an instant.

Seeing as the sky slowly turned into a darker shade of grey, Abner slightly hastened his pace, hoping the rain would kindly wait until they had arrived home. The wind picked up as well, rustling the tall grass on either side of the country road.

"Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam

Et lingua eius loquetur iudicium

Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem

Quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet coronam vitae"

("The mouth of the righteous speaks wisdom

His tongue speaks judgment

Blessed is the man who endures temptation

For once he has been tested, he shall receive the crown of life")

Unconsciously, Abner started to hum. Being in the vast countryside and embraced by the wild, Abner always had the urge to sing a little song. He reckoned he took that characteristic from his mother. Lulubelle Loon would often start humming, in the midst of picking wild flowers or tending the gardens. Abner never questioned why his mother would do that, but he wouldn't complain either. His mother's singing voice was soothing to listen to, more so than his own hoarse voice. Abner admitted he wasn't a good singer, after all.

"Kyrie, fons bonitatis

Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison"

("Lord, fount of goodness

Lord, divine fire, have mercy!")

Even the hymn he was humming had been learned from his mother. Abner didn't know the exact words,

let alone the meaning of those lyrics, written in an unknown language. He merely copied his mother's tongue, from having heard Lulubelle sing the song for so many times.

Abner liked the sound of the song, its melody almost like a lullaby. He remembered his mother had a wooden music box that played the exact song. It was a gift from his lumberjack mentor, handcrafted by the family friend as a birthday present for Ms Loon. Since then, she had placed the ornament in the living room, winding the musical instrument up from time to time, letting the calming melody be heard throughout their lovely, homely wooden cabin.

"O quam sancta, quam serena

quam benigna, quam amoena esse Virgo creditur

O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna, quam amoena

O castitatis lilium"

("Oh, how sacred, how serene

How benevolent, how pleasant this Virgin who believe

Oh, how sacred, how serene, how benevolent, how pleasant

Oh, lily of purity!")

Abner especially remembered his mother singing that song while carrying Fethry on her back, just like what he was doing now, as if the song was dedicated to his innocent younger brother. He specifically remembered, that his mother had once hummed the song to a sleeping Fethry, on a white lily field. It was a beautiful scene, with his mother's long white dress swaying in the wind, along with countless lilies of pure white dancing in the zephyr. The long tail of Fethry's red stocking cap, as well as the black furball at its end, were flowing in the breeze too, although their owner remained fast asleep.

White lilies were his mother's favourite, which was why Lulubelle had dedicated a portion of the flower farm to growing a sea of pure white lilies. When looked from a distance, it was as if someone had hung a large piece of white velvet cloth in the middle of the farmland.

It formed a stark contrast, with a patch of white among the colourful sea of flora. However, that's what made Lulubelle love the colour white so much.

"When everything else has colours, having no colour is a kind of uniqueness."

"White is such a fragile colour, so easily stained by dyes. This is what makes purity so precious."

Abner remembered his mother's words.

Looking at his slumbering younger brother, Abner too hoped Fethry would forever stay pure.

Pure as the white lily, never to be tainted.

"Kyrie, fons bonitatis

Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison

O quam sancta, quam serena

quam benigna, quam amoena esse Virgo creditur

O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna, quam amoena

O castitatis lilium"

("Lord, fount of goodness

Lord, divine fire, have mercy!

Oh, how sacred, how serene

How benevolent, how pleasant this Virgin who believe

Oh, how sacred, how serene, how benevolent, how pleasant

Oh, lily of purity!")

(27-6-2022)

[The song in the story is Lilium ("Lily"), the anime OP of Elfen Lied. The lyrics (in Italic) and the title are actually in Latin.

Although I like the original version as well, I wrote the story according to Erutan's arrangement of the song.

Do give it a listen if available. Erutan is an amazing artist, and that arrangement of Lilium is what inspired this song story, too.]

https://youtu.be/lV4EGBHadFg

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[Mention of Loss of Parents, Fatal Car Accident]

Ludwig Von Drake held the gosling in his arms, gently stroking the child's soft blonde hair.

Although Gladstone was by no means a "gosling" at that point - now that his yellow down coat had been fully replaced with snow-white feathers - the young gander would forever be a little gosling in the old duck's eyes.

Right now, Ludwig was standing by a cliff, the snoozing goose being held close to his chest. The professor chuckled to himself, when the sleeping gosling twisted and turned in his embrace. He really wanted that moment recorded, but he knew he would always have that scene remembered, more strongly than any piece of knowledge he had learned as a lifelong scholar.

On a certain Saturday, Gladstone went on a field trip with the professor. It was a long ride to the destination, and Gladstone, however enthusiastic he was, had exhausted his energy being excited for the expedition. Half way through the ride, the gosling had fallen asleep on the back seat, in slumber even after arrival. Ludwig, ever careful and thoughtful with Gladstone, had decided to let the child wake up naturally.

The venue was a grassy cliffside, its ground a coat of lush green with a few oxeye daisies interspersed, ending with a cliff overlooking the milky, milky sea. The weather had been overcast, however, but it gave the nature's scenery another kind of beauty.

Wind howled from the waters, blowing towards the vegetation and the two visitors. Ludwig's grey hair was ruffled by the gale, as were his neatly ironed coat and dress shirt, but he did all he could to shield the fragile gosling in his arms from the wind.

Though the young goose was blessed with paranormal good luck, even the knowledge-hungry Ludwig wouldn't think for a second about studying Gladstone's magical abilities. All Ludwig cared for was his well-being, his happiness.

He would do anything for the gosling, after all.

In this turbulent world, Ludwig would do anything to protect Gladstone from the storms of destiny. Ludwig wouldn't let cruel fate take away his smile. Not again.

"Se di noi due uno solo potesse ricever l'amor del mondo

Io sarei felice di donarlo a te"

("If only one of us could receive love from the world

I would be happy to give the chance to you")

Ludwig had never thought about being a father, nor had his wife, Matilda McDuck. Ludwig had only foreseen himself to live the rest of his life surrounded by books and paper. Despite a loving couple, Ludwig and Matilda had never planned to have a child of their own. Ludwig was good at a lot of expertises, but child-caring was one field he couldn't say anything about. One field that his sister-in-law Hortense McDuck would know much better in.

But of all the things the wise professor could predict, the child in his arms was not one of them. Then again, no one could have predicted the future, no?

"Accettalo senza esitazione, te ne prego

Io ti stringo dolcemente nell'abbraccio del mio amore più sincero"

("Please accept it without hesitation

I will gently embrace you, with sincere love from my heart")

Gladstone was a wonderful boy, more than everything a parent could hope for their child. Polite, bright, kind...and blessed by the goddess of luck, protecting him from all sorts of woe and misfortune.

At first, Ludwig had always worried about Gladstone getting hurt, for his four-leaf clover attracted quite a number of green-eyed monsters. He would ask Gladstone to stay vigilant at all times, giving him advice on how to protect himself. Gladstone was obedient, yet dangers would sometimes still reach the young gander. However, whatever perils might happen, Gladstone would always reach home unscathed. Ludwig knew it must have been the work of the little goose's blessing, and he thanked the gift for that.

"Te ne prego, va avanti per la strada che tu credi

Prego perché tu non perda mai la tua anima pura e sincera"

("Please, go on the way you believe in

I pray that you will never lose your pure and sincere soul")

With the gosling in his life, Ludwig had done many things he didn't think he would ever do. He remembered going to the children's boutique for the first time, confident that he could make the gosling look smart and handsome...only to end up holding his hands up and letting the shopkeeper pick out the clothes for little Gladstone.

Or the first time Gladstone had a fever, to which Ludwig responded by immediately rushing the child to the hospital. He had forgotten he was also a licensed, professional physician, until he saw the sheepish look of the doctor on-call, obviously puzzled as to why the professor was panicking over a common cold.

Also deep in his memories was the first parent-teacher meeting. The primary school principal had remarked Gladstone's excellent behaviour, which made the student blush in shyness and the parent smile in pride. Somehow, hearing someone praise the gosling under his wing made Ludwig feel the proudest. He thought he couldn't be prouder of himself anymore, having been the most respected scholar in the entire world, the bearer of countless degrees and honours. Yet, being praised a good father made all those other titles feel no longer important. Right now, he was the father of the little goose, and he took utmost pride in that and that alone.

The parents' meet-up afterwards was also quite the experience for Ludwig. He had been nervous about meeting up with a lot of parents, who would undoubtedly be much more skilled in parenting than the senile geezer. However, when the event commenced, Ludwig felt his parental instincts kicked in, and he quickly blended in with the mothers and fathers in the venue. He listened to many funny stories of the parents and their chicks, and shared his own with his beloved Gladstone, to which the gosling pouted in embarrassment. Though, Ludwig must have been oblivious to the curious gazes of the adults there, wondering why the world-renown Professor Ludwig Von Drake suddenly had a child of his own, or why an old drake was even raising a young gander in the first place.

The elderly duck thought he knew everything, but the little gosling proved him otherwise.

Ludwig had never thought about being a father, but he did not regret becoming one, too. It was a surprise, of course, but a welcomed one nevertheless.

Ludwig only hoped Gladstone felt the same as well.

"Se uno di noi due fosse scelto per il regno della morte

Io sarei felice di offrirmi"

("If one of us were chosen to leave for the kingdom of death

I would be happy to sacrifice myself")

When Ludwig Von Drake received the tragic news, it was as if a dagger had pierced through his heart.

Matilda had already broken down, sobbing in a chair next to her husband. Ludwig held the telephone in one hand, a balled-up fist in another. His normally cheery expression was all gone, replaced by a deep shade of melancholy. His usual bubbly bill remained shut. His quick mind was at a loss for words.

Still, Ludwig remained calm. He needed to, when everyone was devastated by the unfortunate accident happening at the worst time possible. He was the Professor Ludwig Von Drake. He had to come up with a solution when no one could. He had to be the problem-solver when no one would. There was no time for him to panic or be sad. There shouldn't be.

But for the first time, Ludwig just stood there. He said nothing, but his mind was blank. He shed no tear, but his heart was cold. He needed to do something, he must. But he didn't know what to do.

For the first time, Ludwig didn't have a solution.

He hung up, without saying anything. He ended that day, without saying anything.

"Ti prego, non essere triste

Perché io già ricevo da te tanta felicità da non meritarla"

("Please, don't be sad for me

For I have already received from you so much more happiness than I deserve")

The next day, Ludwig and Matilda visited the Gander household, now the home of only one little gosling. It was a cold winter day, a morning in early January. The day after Gladstone's big day.

Hortense McDuck and Quackmore Duck had volunteered to accompany their nephew for the night of the incident. When Hortense welcomed her sister and brother-in-law, she immediately embraced Matilda, crying over her sister's shoulders. Quackmore, like Ludwig, said nothing, but grief was clearly visible in his eyes.

Everyone knew bad luck would befall Gladstone yesterday, but no one could have predicted how cruel fate could be to the poor little gosling.

Gladstone had always been a lucky fella. His supernatural good luck would always protect him from sorrow while bringing him smiles. But luck had its price, and the goddess of luck would always collect her debt, on a specific day every year: Gladstone Gander's birthday.

It was on this jolly day that Gladstone would experience all the misfortunes he should have encountered throughout the year. It was on his birthday, that Gladstone would become the unluckiest goose in the world for a day.

And that year, that fateful year...Luck had decided to claim Gladstone's parents as his payment, in a tragic road accident.

"Il mio cuor ti sarà per sempre vicino

Prego perché quel tuo sorriso gentile non si oscuri mai"

("My heart will always be close to you

I pray that your gentle smile will never be clouded")

Ludwig had known why he and his wife were called to the now-empty manor, as the four adults sat in the dinning room after a difficult discussion. He was never prepared for the option, but he understood the decision. Hortense and Quackmore already had two children of their own, as did Lulubelle and Eider, while Scrooge had a business to take care of. Ludwig and Matilda were the only ones who could possibly take in their orphaned young nephew.

Ludwig went upstairs to the gosling's room, where Gladstone had hid himself ever since the grim tidings had been disclosed. He was sitting on his bed, looking out of the small open window. Gladstone didn't speak to anyone, didn't shed a tear. He merely stared into the distance, hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare. But his heart was on the verge of breaking, and Ludwig knew that. Because he was feeling the same as well.

Ludwig knocked lightly on the white wooden door, before sitting next to Gladstone on the children's bed. They didn't say anything, nor was there any need to. Gladstone had already heard the conversation downstairs, and the fact that his Uncle Ludwig came into his room afterwards only proved it further. Even if it had been a wild guess, it would have been correct as well. His dumb luck was back, after all.

The uncle and nephew sat there without a word.

Until the gentle snow suddenly fell, landing on the window sill. Gladstone's eyes widened, as pure white precipitates kept floating down from the cloudy sky. His body started to shiver, but not from the temperature. Tears started to form, but not from the wind.

Almost immediately, the mask of toughness shattered, when he remembered the terrible blizzard that took his parents away from him, on his very own happy birthday.

Gladstone threw himself into the embrace of his uncle, burying his head into the old duck's chest. He cried as much as he could, wails of grief and pain echoed throughout the once-homely abode. Drops of tear stained Ludwig's vest, and the professor's coat became wrinkled as Gladstone held firmly onto his uncle, letting all his bottled emotions out. It wasn't that Gladstone and Ludwig shared a particularly close relationship at that time. The bereaved gosling just wanted a warm, comforting hug, somewhere he could freely cry in. After all, he was just a child. A sad, confused, helpless child.

Ludwig gave his devastated nephew a big, heartfelt embrace in response, allowing the hapless gosling as much time as he needed. Ludwig held the weeping child close to himself, gently brushing the back of his soft feathered head, stroking his trembling back lovingly.

"Se di noi due uno solo potesse ricever l'amor del mondo

Io sarei felice di donarlo a te"

("If only one of us could receive love from the world

I would be happy to give the chance to you")

And then, for the first time since he had picked up the telephone yesterday, Ludwig felt himself sobbing. He had tried to stay strong and calm, but witnessing the heart-wrenching expression of the gosling broke his already cracked heart. The professor silently wept, bitter tears falling down his cheeks, as he whispered Gladstone's name with his shaking, raspy voice. It wasn't professional at all, but Ludwig didn't care. The professor comforted Gladstone, not as a child psychologist, but as his uncle, and his new guardian.

That day, Ludwig found someone only he could protect. Someone whose smile only he could protect.

Right here, in his arms.

"Prego perché quel tuo sorriso gentile

Sorriso, non si oscuri mai"

("I pray that your gentle smile

Your smile, will never be clouded")

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Gladstone rubbed his drowsy eyes, struggling to open them against the sleepiness and the relatively brighter environment. The young goose let out a big yawn, opening his bill to the largest before exhaling. When his vision became clear enough to see, he was greeted with the smile of an old duck.

"Hello 'dere! Mein kleine Gans!"

Ludwig patted the gosling affectionately, who had just woken up from the long sleep in his arms. Gladstone struggled in the elderly duck's embrace, puffing up his cheeks and pouting in protest.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Uncle Ludwig! And honestly, what does that even mean?"

Ludwig merely chuckled.

"Guess you'll have to find out yourself!"

To which Gladstone rolled his heavy eyes. He then noticed the breathtaking cliffside they were on, gasping lightly in astonishment.

"Oh, we are already there?"

Ludwig slowly sat down on the grassy field, the gosling still in his tender embrace.

"Yes, my dear Gladstone. Ready to explore the unknown, eager mind?"

Gladstone pondered for a while, before shaking his head subtly.

"Sorry...May I have a few more minutes...? I'll surely be ready to go after that..."

Ludwig smiled kindly, as the gosling was already failing to keep his eyes open. Half a minute later, Gladstone was once again asleep.

"Sure, my little goose..."

Gladstone leaned against the old duck's chest, snoring softly in his arms. Ludwig gently stroke the gosling's soft blonde hair, as Gladstone whispered in his sleep.

"Thanks, Dad..."

(4-7-2022)

https://youtu.be/HHuVWG-Pv-4

[Sorriso ("Smile") is an Italian song performed by Akiko Shikata, one of my favourite musicians since I was little. Shikata's folk music caught my heart when I first stumbled upon it, and since then has become a great inspiration to me.]

#Abner Duck #Fethry Duck #ludwig von drake #gladstone gander #big brother abner #DAD LUDWIG #story #short story #song story #storyteller

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gerec · 5 years ago

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Ao3 Dirtybad Recs

For @irelise - the second half of my dirtybad rec list! You can find the corresponding kinkmeme dirtybad rec list here.

Also, some shameless self promotion - here’s my own series of dirtybadpornz aptly titled The Dirty Bad :D

There are 36 Ao3 recs here with the bulk under the cut. Lots of different pairings; all PWP; all dirtybad (obviously mind the warnings/tags). If you have a fave not on this list it might be because I felt it was dirty but not BAD enough to be considered dirtybadpornz. There’s also the chance it wasn’t to my taste; this is a personal rec list after all, and I make no claims to liking the same things you might like lol! Anyway I hope you find something here to enjoy!!!

His Favorite Sin by dreamlittleyo

AU future fic, three years down the line. Charles finds himself cornered in one of Magneto's secret research facilities. Azazel can't keep his hands to himself.

Outside Upside Inside Down by Rubynye

While waiting for Erik to come rescue Charles, Shaw and his Hellfire Club disport themselves. Then Erik finally arrives.

Drag Me On Down, Gladly I'll Follow by TehChou

Charles enjoys a night on the town and wakes in the bed of the stranger he met last night. He insists that nothing happened between them, but that doesn't stay true for long.

Erik fails miserably at not being jealous and when he finds out who the 'stranger' was, things come to a head.

Keys and Cages by orphan_account

When Charles and Raven are taken captive by King Shaw, they're separated and married off -- Charles to Shaw and Raven to Erik. There's nothing but the worst to assume of the man known as the Black King and his stoic right-hand.

Beneath Me by Magnetism_bind

Charles is a young lord staying at his family's estate for the summer. Erik is his family's stable-hand.

Hospitality by fatal_drum

In another world, Charles was forced from his home only to find a place by Sebastian Shaw's side as his trusted telepath and plaything. When Erik inevitably comes seeking revenge, Shaw decides to give him a taste of the benefits of being an evil overlord - starting with Charles.

To Be Anywhere Else by helens78

Charles wakes up drugged, with Erik's boss demanding tribute. He gets it, even though Charles doesn't want to give it to him.

Play with Me by PoppyX

Teacher!Erik enjoys looking at jailbait!student!Charles and said boy enjoys making Erik look(fav of all fav kinks omg). Cue some resolved sexual tension and desk sex. Also, Charles sends porny notes hidden under his papers.

but everything looks better when the sun goes down by Coshledak

It's become some unwritten rule that, if they should argue, Charles retreating to bed for the night is as figuratively a closed door as it is literally. The argument is over, at least until morning, and that's it. Erik doesn't know, precisely, how it was that this rule popped up, but he's been dealing with it for months.

Something Primal by zimothy (orphan_account)

Charles struggled to get out of his seat, hurrying to stand when the reality of the situation hit him. Erik Lehnsherr was his Alpha. Erik Lehnsherr was here to claim him. Erik Lehnsherr was going to do it in the middle of the classroom full of his peers.

At Any Time by musical_emjay

Strangers on a train. Things go as you might expect.

Treasure by professor

Knight Erik thinks he's going to slay the dragon and take the beast's treasure. He's very, very wrong about that.

He Ate My Heart (You Little Monster) by citizenjess (givehimonemore)

Erik decides to teach Emma a lesson about earning her keep in the Brotherhood. Set after "First Class."

The document title for this one is 'oh god did I really'. Says it all. by tahariel

“Erik seems to have got such a lot from you, Mr Xavier, that I thought it would be a shame for the rest of us not to have a try and see what other wonders your ass has in store for us,” says Shaw, just his lower legs and spit-shined shoes visible from Charles’ flattened position among the papers and pens of the desktop.

Secrets And Meetings by orphan_account

Logan comes to visit, and Charles gives into temptation as he too often does these days.

Xavier Bitch by Anonymous

Charles is unfortunately used to Kurt prostituting him out, but this time the client's dog wants in on the action too.

Broken by gregorin_greymalkin, twisted_id

AU from X-Men. Rogue doesn’t get captured at the railway station. Wolverine and Cyclops do. Toad tongues Cyclops while a tied-up Wolverine watches. Sabretooth makes everything worse. Major League non-con.

A Matter of Trust by a1_kitkat

Because there's a severe lack of X-Men:First Class Gangbang fics

Cocktail Party by Not_You

Alpha!Emma and Omega!Charles

The City is At War by theydonotmove

A non-powered High School AU, in which Charles and Erik are as obsessed with each other as they are with getting other people into bed.

Masterpiece by professor

An artist sculpts his finest creation.

Missed Connections by thatoldbroad

On a subway ride, a random stranger catches Charles's attention and from there his obsession begins.

Deep Cover by Subtilior

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.

Times Are Gone For Honest Men by citizenjess (givehimonemore)

"He used to cry, but Shaw won't draw it out too much if Charles doesn't show too much emotion."

It's Not Sharing If You Throw It In The River by tahariel

Erik brings home a stranger to fuck Charles while he watches and gives instructions.

Does It Feel Like This When by helens78

Erik keeps everything -- body, mind -- under wraps, leaving Charles no choice but to find other outlets for his desires. When those desires cut a little too close to home, though, everything comes out into the open.

Barefoot Muse by velvetcadence

Prompt: "Charles is deaged to a small-sized nerdy looking kid/teen. Erik is fascinated and can't keep his hands off the soft smooth skin of this Charles. Charles obliges, trusting Erik blindly because Raven had told him that Erik is a close friend of his older self.

Beatus Vir by velvetcadence

Erik’s descent to hell began with a whisper, a breathy, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Sham by OffTheRocks

As they settle in Westchester, Erik finds out something disturbing about Charles' history in that house.

Charles is a clever child who wants to be a grown-up. Harry simply offers to teach him.

sugar milk and molasses by pearl_o

The first time Charles gets fucked, it's with Raven's cock.

Who's Come a-Knockin'? by ShadyQuiet

Logan follows his nose to the degraded remains of a pack in Westchester. Or to the omega there, more specifically. He doesn't count on the odd-ball co-dependent pair he comes across, or the unkempt and uncared for omega named Charles. Every man's got standards, even a wandering one like Logan, and Charles needs a bit of work before he's fit for the claiming.

That isn't about to stop the alpha from taking what's his though, with or without the help of Hank-wannabe-alpha-McCoy.

Run, Lottie by a_q

Inspired by a prompt in the meme (but not strictly fulfilling it) of going into heat while surrounded by fighting alphas. Charles as always-female!Charles, aka Charlotte.

Leave Me To Lay But Touch Me Deep by Synekdokee

David pulls out a chair and sits down, facing Charles. He beckons with his hand, a gesture so subtle and efficient it seems calculated, measured.

Or programmed, whispers the voice in Charles's head, but it's too fleeting for Charles to grasp. So Charles obeys, goes to stand next to David, his body swaying lightly as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

"In my lap," instructs David, guiding Charles with his hands until Charles is straddling him.

Cannot Fill The Chasm by Rubynye

"One of the boys... riding Erik while Charles gives them telepathic cues on what to do."

XMFC/DOFP Porn Battle Entry (2015) by Kernezelda

Prompt: Erik/fem!Charles, Shaw/Erik, Shaw/fem!Charles, pregnancy, pregnant sex, dub-con, captivity, anal

Eternal by Unforgotten

After being changed into a vampire, Charles goes home to change Raven into one too - but not before having a little fun with her, first.

#gerec's fic rec #fic rec #dirtybadpornz #ao3 rec #beware the tags and warnings on each fic #irelise

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