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Two of a Kind 7

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; cumplay/creampie, talk of contraception; written for smut, just being honest. Not all elements will be tagged/warned.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dark!Ransom Drysdale and dark!Modern Charles Blackwood. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business.

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Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya.

Charles helps the girl stand. She's shaking like a leaf as she covers her stomach with her free arm. She tries to hide her vee behind her hand as she leans on him heavily. The feel of her trembling makes his dick twitch.

"Should just drive her home," Ransom speaks around the stogie.

"You're always such a prick," Charles chuckles. He knows Ransom just likes to see the girls squirm. "Come on, baby, nice hot bath for you since you did so good."

"Since you're so fucking tight," Ransom sneers.

She sniffles as Charles slings his arm under hers and leads her past the shameless man puffing grey smoke into the air, "I told you not to do that inside."

"I opened a window."

Charles issues him a dull look and a shake of the head as he continues past. She leans into him as her feet slap on the floor clumsily. If he wasn’t holding onto her, she’d collapse. He can tell. She’s weak. It’s getting him going again.

He brings her into the bathroom as she murmurs, her head lolling forward. Fuck he is goddamn hard again. Twice already and he’s ready to blow. He’s no underperformer but he can’t remember the last time he was like this. Insatiable, as many described him in most matters.

He flips up the toilet lid around her and sits her down. He pets her head as she slumps.

“You should go, clear everything out or you might get an infection,” he lets his fingers drag over her shoulder, “we don’t want that, do we?”

She nods, he thinks. She’s half-bent over her lap as she grips her head. As the soft trickle hits the toilet seat, she sinks further into shame. As drunk as she is, she’s still self-conscious. Even after he was just in her guts.

Stop. He looks down at his bobbing dick. It’s starting to fucking hurt and his head isn’t making it any better.

He goes to the tub and cranks on the four-pronged faucets. The house is not the nicest place he’s been in but he likes the bathroom. Deep tub, lots of counter space, big mirrors. He glances over his shoulder at the mirrors the cover the expanse of one wall above the floating counter. He could fuck her in front of them, make her watch herself.

Later. He has to reprimand himself as he did Ransom. Don’t wanna break the girl. Not yet.

He puts the stopper in place and stands. He goes to her and helps her up, pausing to flush the toilet behind her. He as good as carries her to the tub and lifts her over the edge. He reclines her against the back and she stares up with glassy eyes.

He stands and watches her. She suddenly spasms as a sob erupts from her. She gulps as the tears spring forth and she blather uncontrollably. He touches her shoulder. It’s the alcohol, it makes everything feel much more intense.

“Shh, baby, you’re alright,” he comforts.

Her eyes drift over then fall down to his pulsing erection. He’s suddenly very self-aware as his tip presses to his stomach. He stands straight as she shields herself with a weak hand.

“I can’t... please, no more,” she begs.

"Shh, honey," he coos, the pet name surprising even him. She just seems so pathetic.

He backs up and grabs a towel. He covers himself and nears the tub once more. Maybe it was a bit too much. Well, she's fucked up enough it won't be that bad in the morning.

"Do you like tea?" He asks. She nods and wipes her face. "Alright, I'll get you some."

He retreats and stops at the door, glancing back at her. Hm.

"Ransom!" He hollers as he comes out into the hall, "get your ass in here."

The other man appears at the end of the hall and struts down in a pair of silk boxers. He could roll his eyes at him. Sometimes he thinks he's working with a moron. Well, the man would be an easy mark, especially with his grandfather's legacy. Not the time, Charles.

"Keep an eye on her so she doesn't go under." Ransom scoffs as he approaches, "fucked her silly."

"Sure," he taps Ransom's arm with his knuckles. "The last thing we need is a dead girl."

"Mm, nope, she's lively, huh? The way she whined..."

Charles clears his throat as his balls ache, "yeah. Anyway, watch her, will ya?"

Ransom clucks but steps into the doorway. He leans on the frame and narrows his eyes at the girl, his hand going to his hip. That's the biggest problem. Ransom doesn't know when to stop.

"Just watch," Charles warns, "she's had enough."

"Man, I think she had enough at the first knuckle," Ransom brings his fingers up to sniff, "didn't stop us before."

"Hey, we didn't put in all this work for one night, alright? I don't got the energy and I know you don't either," Charles huffs, "you wanna keep buying bimbos drinks down at Lights? No. We get her on lock and it's easy. Stress relief."

Ransom snickers and peers at the girl again, "she is fucking... tight."

"Hm, yeah," he agrees. "I'll be back."

Charles goes to the kitchen and sighs. Goddamn he is hard. He can hardly remember what he was doing.

Tea. Right. Yeah. It'll calm her down. If they even have any.

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You shiver as the cool air tingles over your shoulders. The hot water contrasts the chill as you languish in the deep tub. You stare at the ceiling, vaguely aware of voices, filled with dread at what they'll do next.

A shadow moves into the room and you look over warily. It's Ransom. He leans on the counter as he watches you. You stare back, waiting for it, bracing for more pain. He doesn't move.

"Consider yourself lucky, babe," he chuckles, "not a lot of girls pop their cherry on something that big." You tremble and turn forward, embarrassed. "I know it's huge, the way you were squirming, but you're also..." he makes a sucking noise, "tight as shit."

"Why... why are you doing this?" You sniffle.

"Babe, babe, why did I choose you? Why did I spend my money, my time on a girl no one gives a second look to? Huh. You should be thanking me," he sneers, "and what do you got now? All the sweet little act means nothing if you're not a virgin. You're just another slut now."

"No," you shake your head and sit up, hiding your face. "I'm not--"

"You are. You just took two men at once. Who the fuck does that but a slut like you? But babe, we don't gotta throw you out. Not if you keep being a good little slut for us. I mean," he nears the side of the tub, "no one else is gonna want a used hole."

You whimper and hang your head, folding your arms over it as you bend your knees under your elbow. He's right. You're used and dirty. You hear another set of footsteps and another shadow darkens the edge of your vision. Ransom backs up and snorts.

"What's going on?" Charles asks.

"Nothing, we were just talking," Ransom says, "she was just saying how much fun she had."

Charles clucks as you frown and lift your head. The brunette shoulders around the blond and comes to you with a mug. Steam coils from the brim.

"How about we get you out and you can wait for it to cool in bed? All comfy?"

"Jesus, Charlie, she's not a fucking baby."

"Shut up," Charles snaps back, "she did a real good job and she earned it," he sets the mug down on the short stool near the tub, "isn't that right, baby? So good. So you wanna get out and have your tea and get some rest, right? You take care of us, we take care of you."

Your lip quivers as you stare at him. You're dizzy and dazed and dumb. You don't understand why this is happening. You're a nice person. You nod. Thinking is only making your head hurt worse. Charles helps you out of the the tub and grabs another towel to wrap you in. He brings it around your shoulders and squeezes before he turns to drape his arm around you.

"Come on, you wanna sleep in my room?" He coos.

You just sniff and wipe your raw cheek again. He takes you down the hall and opens a door, taking you inside. He flips on the lights and sits you on the edge of the king bad within. You stay there as he shifts around the room. He returns and replaces the towel with a shirt. You thank him. Why did you do that? Thank you? After everything.

He guides you to lay against the pillows. The bed smells like him, a hint of citrus and sweat. Your eyes are glued to the ceiling as he leaves you. Your trance breaks only as a cup clinks down loudly.

You blink as a weight dips beside you. You wince as Charles pulls the blanket out from under you then over you. You shake and puts his hand on your arm. It makes you still, somewhat soothing yet startling all the same.

“Drink your tea, honey,” he caresses your arm as he nestles closer.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Two of a Kind 6

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; cumplay/creampie, talk of contraception; written for smut, just being honest. Not all elements will be tagged/warned.

Synopsis: Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business.

Note: This was in my head last night.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya.

You whimper as you take in the sight of Ransom’s naked torso. The thick muscles that line his stomach and curve his chest fill you with dread. There is no escape from him or the man behind you.

Charles drags you up the couch and leans your back against his naked body. You feel him twitch lower down as you squirm and curl your arms back to grasp his shoulders. Ransom lift one of your legs and Charles hooks his hand under your knee, your other quickly propped up in a similar fashion.

Charles holds you like that, your cunt exposed to the room as Ransom once more buries his hands against it. He rubs your folds, flicking up to your clit and back down. He raises himself on your knees and frames your hip with his other hand. He angles you as the other man helps keep you in place.

You squirm and squeal as you look down in horror. Time seems to slow as you watch Ransom drag his tip up and down your cunt, spreading your wetness down his length. You feel Charles growing rigid beneath you as his breath puff into your hair.

Ransom slides his swollen head to your entrance and you hold that air inside your chest. You dig your nails into Charles’ round muscle and whine. Slowly, you stretch around Ransom’s intrusion. Your tears spill out as you watch him enter you, inch by inch.

Charles snakes his arm around you and feels along your pelvis. He dips his fingers down to your clit, toying with you as Ransom delves in further, rocking back then in again, breaking through the last of your resistance. You murmur as your eyes roll back and you tilt your head over Charles’ shoulder.

“Look at you, baby,” Charles’ purrs, “you’re taking him so good.”

Ransom keeps his hand around your hip as Charles’ other mirrors him. They brace you tightly, moving you in a rhythm until you’re filled to the breaking point. You heave your walls thrumming hotly as fingers dance on your clit, stirring pleasure around the dull pain.

Ransom sinks to his limit, nearly crushing Charles’ hand as he puffs out a growl. He ruts again, snapping his pelvis as he watches you spasm. You whimper and moan as he fucks you without relent. Your skin speckles with scalding sweat as their heat consumes you.

“That’s it, baby, hmm?” Charles presses his lips to your temple, “you like that?”

You groan and pout. Your lashes flutter as another deluge of tears overflows. You cling to Charles as you try to ease the pressure of each stroke.

“Please…” you beg, “...hurts.”

“Ah, baby, I know,” he speaks against your hairline, “it’s gonna. It has to, hm, if you’re gonna learn to be a good girl.”

Ransom slams into you hard. You yelp and hook your arm around Charles’ neck. Charles tuts and keeps his fingers rolling around your clit as he wraps his other arm around your middle. He snarls as he bends his head down, his breath tingeing your cheek.

“Fuck, look at that, baby, look at how you take him,” he taunts, “that pretty little cunt just opens right up to him, doesn’t it?”

“Nnghh,” you let out the strange gurgle and look away, weakly cradled against Charles as Ransom fucks you harder and harder.

“Come on, baby, cum for me,” Charles’ growls, “I know you can. You’re gonna cum all over his dick, aren’t you?”

You sniffle and clamp your lips together. Your walls squeeze around Ransom as his hand claps over your chest, clumsily fondly your tit. You push your hand against his muscled stomach as you try to slow him, Charles’ touch twisting the screw tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, I feel it,” Ransom snarls, “I feel her…” he grunts and fucks you harder, “almost–”

You buck as your nerves flicker and flash. Your eyes roll back behind the lids and you gasp through the orgasm that coils around you, crawling up your spine and tingling in your thighs. You quiver as you’re crushed in the tide of your own tortured delight.

“Pathetic little slut, isn’t she?” Ransom tweaks your nipple, “go on, hold her head up for me.”

Ransom eases out of you with a suppressed hiss. Your lashes part slightly, the room hazy as Charles smears your cum up your stomach and brings his fingers around your chin. He pulls your head straight as Ransom steps up onto the couch and pumps himself over you.

Ransom pushes his tip against your lower lip, causing it to dip as his hand moves frantically. He grunts and cups his balls as his stomach clenches.

A sudden spurt of heat flows from him along with a strangled cry. His cum strings across your lips, seeping inside your mouth and dripping down your chin. Charles brings his fingers up to the mess and shoves more into your mouth, stroking your tongue until the saltiness stains your tastebuds.

You shudder as Charles slips his fingers free and Ransom hops off the couch. He’s nonchalant as he struts and looks down at his dick. Still hard as it stands against his stomach. You notice how it twitches and it makes you feel squishy inside.

Charles lays you down on the couch as he gets up. He’s hard too. He stands facing the couch and gently rolls you onto your stomach. You groan as he brushes his hand along the curve of your back and lingers on your ass.

“You going to be good for me, too, baby?” He asks as he tickles down your thigh.

You can say nothing. Even if you scream out, you know they won’t stop. He snickers and pushes your legs apart. He climbs between them on his knees and frames your hips. He tilts your pelvis, his fingertips curling into you.

“Hold just like that, baby,” he squeezes and slowly releases you.

You strain to keep the angle as he caresses your ass, sending goosebumps across your skin. He glides his fingers down the curve of your flesh and pokes along your entrance. You bite your lip as he dips a finger into you, then back out, your slickness coating him.

Ransom’s knee startles you as he props it up against the armrest, not far from your head. He looms over you as Charles pulls his finger free and guides his tips into its place. Charles lingers along the outside of your cunt, once more grasping your hip.

“You always gotta take your fucking time,” Ransom sneers.

“She’s a sweet little thing,” Charles hums and eases into you. You babble as he does and Ransom chuckles over you, “I wanna enjoy it.”

He sinks into you, lifting himself slightly and moving his knees over your legs as he brings them together. He stays inside of you as your thighs are pushed flush around him. Your walls throb around him as he rocks into you.

“Mmm, you’re right, she’s so tight,” Charles’ says as he drags his hand up to your back, pinning you firmly to the cushion, “fuck, baby,” he latches onto your shoulder and pets your head with his other hand, “you feel so good…”

“Probably shoulda grabbed rubbers,” Ransom says in a bored tone. As your eyes flit up to him, your cheek stuck to the couch, he plays with his length, coaxing it from flaccid with lazy strokes, “girl like her, I doubt she’s on anything.”

“Fuck, you’re supposed to… check,” Charles huffs as he speeds up.

“Who cares?” Ransom leans heavier on the armrest, “pussy like that deserves to be filled up.”

Charles grunts in response as he carries his steady tempo, pelvis slapping against your ass.

You moan and turn your head, hiding your face in the couch, away from them, away from the world. The way they use you, the way they talk about you; like an object, like you’re not even there, it pierces your heart and leaves you weak and weeping.

“Aw, baby,” Charles pulls his hands back to grip your waist, “you feel what you do to me.”

“Yeah, like that,” Ransom goads, “damn, her ass is nice.”

“Goddamn, I don’t think I can hold it–” Charles chokes and his motion turns wild. He shakes as he jerks into you, harsh and deep. A warmth spreads through you and slickens his slowing strokes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Show me her face,” Ransom demands, “I’m right there–”

Your hair is bunched in a fist and your head twisted to the side. Hot ribbons spew across your cheek to your temple as you keep your eyes shut. Ransom puffs and growls as he cums again, ending in a heavy snarl as the couch creaks against his weight.

“Ah, fuck, my dick hurts,” he seems more amused than genuinely pained.

“Shit,” Charles pushes himself up, sliding inch by inch out of you. He moves back as he parts your legs and you feel his cum trickle out, “I made a mess.”

“Whatever, they got pills for that, don’t they?”

“Mmm, yeah, but… we’re smarter than this, Drysdale.”

“Whatever,” Ransom snorts, “not my problem. Send her back to her mother knocked up. Might be funny.”

You sniff and shake as you bring your hand to your face, wiping away the slimy mess there, “please,” you quaver, “I can’t… I can’t have a baby.”

“Shh, shh,” Charles’ weight jostles you as he gets off the couch. He comes around to angle you onto your side and he bends his knees as touches your shoulder gently, “baby, it’s alright. Don’t listen to him. I’ll take care of you.”

“Drop her off with some Plan B,” Ransom says over the flick of a lighter.

You whimper and whine pathetically as you bend your legs and hug your chest, “I’m scared.”

“You don’t need to be,” Charles rubs your arm, “Ransom, shut the fuck up, alright?”

Ransom scoffs as you watch him through the wall of tears. He puffs on a thick cigar, the smoke stinky and thick. You wiggle your nose as you continue to try to wipe away his cum. All you can feel is them, all over you, inside of you.

“How about a nice bath, baby?” Charles coaxes.

“Let her fucking sit in it,” Ransom taunts, “it’s fucking hot.”

“Enough,” Charles snaps as his hand trails down to your neck, “you did good, baby, didn’t you? But I need you to be good and get up for me, okay?”

You shakily swipe the back of your hand across your nose and nod. He helps you sit up and you wince as your pussy touches the couch. You drop a hand down to your pelvis and whine. Your head is spinning and the room is distorted.

“Please,” you bat your eyes meekly as the afterglow fades to cruel agony, “can I please have a bath?”