#clement mansell smut

[toxicanonymity]

steady as she goes.

3.5k, Clement Mansell x f!reader | spotify playlist CHARACTER BACKGROUND: He does a lot of crimes but car theft is the only thing referenced. He loves Jack White 🎶. He's sexy and has swagger. Hot clips with audio 🥵 🥵 SUMMARY: He takes you out on his idea of a date. WARNINGS: I8+, unsafe p in v (car), creampie. Praise. Mild hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock). Canon-typical destruction of property. Reader can straddle him. Jack (White) gets cucked (by Clem's vocals). ONE SHOT. A/N: Dedicated to @milla-frenchy: happy 500 followers! 🎉 well-deserved (masterlist). I'm so glad we share an interest in this man. And THANK YOU, gifmakers!! Always inspired by gifs from @boydholbrook-fan, @ilovewhiteroses, and more. Co-written with my partner, "Jordi" 🖤.

A car cruises down your street blasting music, but you don't think it's Clement. It's too early. The sun is just starting to set, and you're fresh out of the shower. It's still an hour before he’s supposed to pick you up. But sure enough, the loud rock music gets close enough to make out the White Stripes. You look out the window, and his classic car is rolling into your driveway with the top down. Shoot. You're not ready. But goddamn, he looks good. Too good to worry much about the time. 

You grab the closest item of clothing - a black slip dress – and throw a silk robe on over it. As you rush down the stairs, the car door opens outside. You wait a minute for him to ring the doorbell, but he doesn't. You stick your head outside and he's reclining with his butt against the passenger door and his arms crossed. You slip on a pair of shoes and go out to the driveway. 

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This man is wild. You can tell already, and you met him just last night.

He came into your bar. You took his order and he said, “Whatever you’re drinkin’.”  You were only drinking coke with grenadine, but to your surprise, he nodded without hesitation. You made the drink and watched him take his first sip. “Man, this shit ain't bad,” he said. He had big energy, and his presence really commanded the room despite how casual and carefree he acted. He put the Raconteurs on the jukebox.

Throughout the night, you felt his eyes on you and had a few tense moments. His hand grazed your hip as you passed each other. When you came to give him a refill, he introduced himself before going to play pool. At one point, when he was leaning forward to line up his shot, you noticed a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. You discreetly warned him that the manager would kick him out if she saw it. 

“Keepin’ me outta trouble. That sure is nice of ya, sugar.”

You smile shyly. “Just hide it,” you tell him 

“Why don’tcha come on out and watch me put it away?.” 

His charm was irresistible. 

You quickly found yourself out in the parking lot, pressed up against his car with his nose dragging up your neck.  “Mmm,” he hummed into your skin. “Not every day a lady sees my gun.” You felt something against your hip, looked down, and were startled to see him holding the gun. “It's okay baby,” he reassured you, then opened the passenger door to the car. “Wanna touch it?” 

“That's okay,” you shook your head, still flustered. “It looks nice though.”

“Yeah? How ‘bout I let ya shoot it tomorrow?” he asked as he leaned over to open the glovebox.

“Really?” You asked, heart fluttering. 

He acted like he was mentally debating it, then laid his weight into you against the car again. He rested his hands loosely on your sides. “Really,” he murmured, then leaned in for a slow kiss -- no tongue, but it felt pornographic nonetheless. “Pick you up at eight.” 

Instead of going back inside, he got in his car and peeled off, blasting the White Stripes.

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You take in the view of Clement leaning against his car in your driveway. He's wearing a dark, button-up shirt and a chain. His shapely arms stretch the material. 

“You're really early,” you smile, almost breaking into a laugh. “Wanna come in while I finish getting ready?” 

“I dunno about that,” he drops his hands to his sides, then stands upright and slowly steps forward. He looks you up and down and his voice becomes sultry as he gets closer. “Look ready to me.” 

You assure him it'll only take fifteen minutes. 

“I dunno if I can wait that long,” he murmurs as he comes within arm’s reach. He runs his hands down your sides, his expansive palms gliding over the silky robe. 

You suppress a giggle. “You can wait fifteen minutes.”  

“Course I can,” he murmurs, getting right up against you. He brings his mouth to your ear and lowers his pitch.  “But I ain't gonna.” He grabs your ass. “Mmm.” 

Your cheeks heat up. Has he noticed you're not wearing panties? “Look perfect,” he insists. He goes to open the passenger door. All the thoughts are gone from your brain.

You get in the car, no bra, no panties, no jacket. And somehow you feel completely comfortable. 

-

Clement rests a broad, veiny hand on your thigh as he drives. His touch is light, and he occasionally takes his hand away to make a turn. When he passes the shooting range and keeps going, you ask, “I thought we were gonna shoot.” 

“Oh we are, darlin'. You're gonna be my gorgeous gunslinger.” He smiles and turns up the music.

He drives to the outskirts of the city, pulls into an industrial area, and parks behind a big abandoned building. There's one flood light and it’s buzzing, casting a flickering white light on the gravel. 

Clement parks and turns off the car, then gets out. He pulls a six pack out of the back seat. You get out and join him at the back fender.

He opens a bottle of PBR beer and takes a swig, then offers you your own bottle from the six pack. 

“I'm good,” you decline.

“You sure?” He asks, holding the new bottle up. It's a Mexican Coke.

“Oh, wow,” your face lights up.

He opens the bottle with a wink and mentions, “didn't have cherry.” 

Your heart flutters and your ears get hot as you accept the drink.   

You sit on the back of his car talking and enjoying your drinks for a while. You shiver and he asks, “you alright?”

“Well, I'm not really dressed,” you laugh. 

“Lucky for you, this car came with a jacket.” He hops off the trunk of the car and reaches behind the driver’s seat. When he returns a few moments later, he’s wearing a vintage brown leather jacket and holding a jacket for you. 

“Looks about right, whatcha think?”  

“Yeah.” You carefully step down off the car. 

"Hold on,” he says and drapes the jacket over one arm. Then he steps in closer and nudges his fingers under your robe, hitting your bare shoulders and giving you goosebumps. He nudges the robe off, and it falls down to your elbows. You take it off. His eyes glue to your chest. You rub your arms. He holds out the jacket for you and you let him put it on. 

He looks you up and down and gives a low whistle. “Perfect,” he nods. Then he steps closer and slips his hands inside your jacket, sliding them along your silk dress, then resting warmly on your lower back. He pulls you into him for a hug. Your erect nipples are poking him through the fabric. He lets out a low growl and pulls you in tighter. A warm, mostly soft bulge presses into you and makes you throb. He noses your hair and inhales as he grabs a handful of ass. 

“Ready?” He asks in a low growl, and you've forgotten what he's referring to. 

“Hm?” You respond. 

“Ready to shoot?”

“Uh, yeah.” It doesn't seem like the safest environment, but there's something sexy about it, too. Your gut tells you he's dangerous, but you like it because he makes you feel safe at the same time. Like you’re not the one in danger. 

“One second.” He grabs something from under the driver’s seat and puts it in his pocket. It looks vaguely flask shaped but taller. It barely fits. Lastly, he gets his gun out of the glovebox and puts it in the back of his pants. 

—

Clement lights a cigarette, then you walk with him toward the floodlight. He puts his arm around you and offers you the cigarette, but you decline.

“Mmm good girl,” he murmurs with the cigarette still in his mouth. “I can tell ya ain't *too* good though.” 

“Hey. I turned down beer and cigarettes. How do you know I'm not good?”

“Just got that vibe, baby.” He squeezes your arm. “And I sure am glad.” 

There are multiple wide garage doors along the side of the building. You arrive at a door that's lifted up two or three feet.  He holds it at the bottom and slides it up another foot or so. You still have to crouch down, and you hold your dress and the jacket against your bare thighs as you do it. It's spooky inside. Way too dark, and the space is derelict. 

Once Clement's inside the building with you, he pulls a string hanging from the above. Then he drops his cigarette and the sparks bounce over a dirty concrete floor before he stops it out. Several bulbs buzz awake along the high ceiling, evenly spaced but far apart. The furthest one is against a half painted brick wall. There are crates stacked up along some of the walls and a few in the middle of the space. As you get closer, the light clearly illuminates a host of bullet holes in the back wall. There are also casings on the floor. On the wall to your right, some of the windows are busted out. 

He takes his jacket off and lays it on a crate against the wall. He removes his gun from his pants and puts his leg arm around you as he shows it to you. It’s a silver gun with two swallows engraved on the handle. The birds have their wings spread and are facing each other. 

“It was my daddy’s,” he says. “Only thing Mama saved for me.”

His face hardens and he turns and aims toward the back wall, triceps bulging under his shirt. He pulls the trigger. The gunshot is loud, but not as terrible as it could be. Debris bounces off the wall.

He hands you the gun, and. you accept it apprehensively.

“Are you sure this is okay? Here?” You have to wonder about people hearing the gunshots, and plus how you're destroying the wall.

“Don't you worry, darlin’. Place won't be around much longer anyway.” 

“Okay.”

“Ever shot a gun?”

“Yeah but I'm rusty.” 

“You'll be fine, darlin’. Go ahead.” You aim it hesitantly, half expecting the entire wall to crumble. Clement gets behind you and braces his hands on your arms. “Steady now,” he murmurs. His body is so close to yours, you get butterflies. Then he puts his arms around you. He doesn’t help you aim right away. He noses your temple and inhales your scent. “Mmm,” he hums. You relax your arms, holding the gun with your elbows bent. Then he plans a wet kiss on your neck. “Can’t help myself, sugar.” He kisses and sucks at your neck and you moan. He lightly bites you and you take your right hand off the gun to reach back for his head. You're gushing, and wonder if it's going to run down your legs at this rate.

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head. “Wanna see ya shoot first.”

You let out a disappointed sigh, and he rests his hands on your hips. He presses his pelvis forward, and a hard shape in his pants gives you a rush of need. He murmurs, “You feel that? Oooh.” His hands on your hips pull you back on his bulge. “You can have it when you're done.” 

You compose yourself and aim the gun again. He slightly adjusts your arms and directs you toward an unblemished patch of paint straight ahead, just above the exposed brick. “Hit that, and we’re done.”

It only takes you one shot.

“Well hot damn!” He celebrates. “Look at you.” You hand the gun back to him. He slinks around you, hugs you from behind again, and murmurs “don't even need my help, do ya,” then kisses your neck again. “Let's go,” he says into your skin, then retrieves his jacket from the crate. As you're walking back toward the garage door, he turns around and starts walking backwards and whistling. You glance back and he's pulled a bottle of lighter fluid out of his pocket. He's trailing the liquid as he walks. 

Your heart jumps to your throat. “What are you doing?”

“Ohh, don't worry, darlin’. It'll burn slow at first. Plenty’a time to get outta here.” He holds the garage door up for you to duck under. He flips the lid of the lighter fluid closed and crams it back in his pocket. 

You back away as he takes out a matchbook. He lights a match and drops it into the lighter fluid. The fire races under the garage door and Clement’s eyes are beaming darkly in the glow of it. After a moment, he says, “Woo! Lets go, baby.” You're speechless, and very turned on. He takes your hand in his and charges toward the car. His stride is so long, you're nearly jogging to keep up.

“Hahaaa,” he laughs to himself as he gets in the car. He revs the engine and turns on the music. He pops a breath mint. He sings along with Blue Orchid, and his voice really isn't half bad. 

“Where are we going?” You ask.

He looks at you fondly for a moment. “Love a woman who's up for adventure.” He puts his hand behind you to reverse.

As he drives by the building, you crane your neck to see. The fire is only a flickering glow through the busted out windows so far.

He turns down the music only slightly. “Stars are out tonight,” he observes. “Know a spot with a great view,” he offers as you exit the property. 

“Ok,” you try to suppress a smile. 

“Yeah!” He yells and peels off on the main road. You look up at the stars with the wind in your hair. Soon, he turns onto another dark road, somewhat winding, uphill.

-

He parks in a dark corner of an abandoned office park. It's littered with empty bottles and faded cans. The chainlink fence has half fallen down, and there are a couple of steel drums. Clement gets out of the car.   With most of this part of town abandoned, the light pollution isn't very close. You're up on a hill now, too. 

He takes the lighter fluid out of his pocket, squirts it in the barrel, and drops the plastic container in with it. Then he lights the matchbook on fire, drops it. And a blaze quickly grows in the barrel.

Then he gets back in the car and moves the seat back. He leans over and pulls you in for a heated kiss. Then he pulls back and murmurs, “Now get over here” as he takes off his jacket. 

—-

Thankfully, the car is roomy and so are the seats. You take off your jacket and put the robe back on. The air is cool and crisp and feels fine. As you climb over to straddle Clement, he greets you with his hands on your thighs. He slides his palms all the way up the backs of your thighs and reaches your bare ass. Then he lifts your little slip dress and says “God *damn*,” at the sight of your bare cunt.  “If I knew this. . .”

“You didn't let me get ready,” you lightly punch his chest with a hint of laughter, cheeks burning. He chuckles.

“Well good. Guess I'm *never* gonna let ya get ready.” Your heart flutters at the implied future. He sticks his left hand between your legs and cups your bare cunt. “Oh, baby.” You hover above his thighs while he leans back and unbuttons his pants, then unzips and pulls them down to expose a massive bulge in his white briefs. Your breath hitches at the sight. 

He grabs your ass and pulls you forward so your crotch meets his cotton-clad bulge, and a shock of desire spreads through your body like fire. He thrusts upward and you moan at the contact of his warm, hard, package. He kisses you and uses his hands on your hips to rub you against him with your mouths connected. He breaks the kiss with a sigh and says, “Fuck, let's go.” He shoves his hand down his briefs and you allow him the space to take out his commanding cock and balls. Your mouth falls open. 

“Not as huge as it looks,” he reassures you. “Gonna love every inch of it.” You nod. It's the girth that has you wide-eyed.

“Oh you're drippin’ on me, sugar.” He lets his thick manhood rest against his lower belly and pulls you in so your clit presses against his warm, smooth shaft and you’re aching to have him inside you. “Let’s feed this hungry pussy already.” 

He holds his cock as you hover over it then begin to slowly lower yourself, getting closer to entry. You pause, and he runs his tip through your dripping folds and helps spread the slick down his shaft. Then he nestles his tip at your entrance and you twitch. 

You begin to sink down on him, with his tip spreading you wide open. “Mmm,” you whine. 

“Yeah, good girl. . . you can take it, baby.” It's every bit as big as it looks. You sink down, feeling taken apart in the best way, and he pulls you down flush. 

Speared on his engorged cock, pleasure races through your chest and thighs, out to every inch of your body. 

“You good?” He asks, chest heaving. 

You rise up then sink back down.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs. “want ya to hear somethin’.” He reaches for the tape deck and changes the cassette. He presses play and it's Ball and Biscuit by the White Stripes. 

“I know this one,” you smile. It's a sexy, languid alt blues song. 

“Just wait for the next one,” he murmurs, looking at you with a raging lust in his eyes. His cock twitches inside you. He pulls your face into his again and lifts his hips, pushing farther into you. You've never felt so full. “Oh baby,” he breaks the kiss. “You feel so good.” His face is so handsome in the flickering fire light. His blue eyes look almost black. The slice of bare flesh in his eyebrow is too sexy. You run your hands through his hair and he groans at the light rake of your fingers against his scalp.

He lifts into you to the beat of the song. You begin to roll your hips in sync with him. 

“Ohhh, yeah,” he breathes. Part of you wants him to lose control and ravish you, but this slow fuck is perfect for the intense stretch of your cunt around his cock.

You kiss and moan as your bodies move together, and the pleasure swells deep inside you, all around his cock. He nudges the silk robe off your shoulders and pulls down the straps of your dress. He groans at the sight of your breasts. He covers one with a hand and one with his mouth and his whole body is moving in time with the music. Your chest feels light. For the rest of the song, your body is wrapped around his, and his hips are slightly lifting you with each thrust.  

The same song starts over, but it's not the same singer. The voice is smoother, deeper than Jack White’s. You pull your head back to listen. Clement studies your face, and it takes you a few seconds to recognize the vocals. It’s him, Clement. 

“Holy shit,” you mutter, and his face comes to life. “Your voice is–God.” It's hard piecing sentences together impaled on him.

“You really like it,” he marvels. 

“Of course I do, it's . . . perfect.” 

His eyes soften with affection and he kisses you deeper, smoothly thrusting. He seems to take up all the space in your body. 

The passion between you intensifies until it might burst. You need all of his body. You break away from a messy kiss to undo one of his shirt buttons, then another, and he unbuttons the rest in a hurry, and leans back against the chair as you spread his shirt. His chain sparkles in the firelight. It's hanging slightly above a chest tattoo that has the same birds as the gun. His tan skin glistens in the flickering glow.

You plant your hands on his hard pecs to ride him. The movement of his hips becomes more pronounced, and soon he's taken over. He thrusts upward sharply but smoothly and starts fucking you from the bottom, grunting and sighing. He pulls you down on him each time he thrusts. You moan, feeling like you're on the brink. 

He pulls you close again and kisses you sloppily while your bodies move as one. “Clem, I'm gonna–”

“Mmm,” he cuts you off. He grunts and moans against your mouth. He's close too. 

“I'm gonna fill ya up, baby. . .You want that?” he pants. 

You nod.

“You want big Clement dribbling’ down your thighs?” 

You nod urgently.  

“That's my girl.” His massive hands move you on his cock, and you whimper as you begin to unravel. You clench around him, and he fucks you through it. Then he grunts as he thrusts upward “nngg—ohhhh, uugggh.” He pulses into you, warmth spreading in your core as you finish choking his cock. 

You collapse into his arms and twitch with aftershocks as he cradles your head. After a minute, you're still impaled on him and he says your name. You pull your head back. 

He looks back and forth between your eyes. A firetruck siren interrupts you. There are more sirens in the distance. Clement shifts his head to look past you, through the windshield, through the broken chain-link fence. His eyes illuminate warmly and he breaks into a small smile. You look behind yourself to see a building on fire in the distance. It's now half engulfed in flames. 

What a view. This man is wild, and you can't get enough of him. 

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[writing-my-time]

Daddy Ain't Home

Images taken from @boydholbrook-fan's gifsets, and pinterest x

Pairing: Clement Mansell X F!Reader Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: 18+, Smut with plot, age gap (Reader is around 19 to early 20’s, Clement in his late 30’s/early 40’s), swearing, morally dubious actions, coercion, unhealthy power dynamics, oral (m/receiving). Reader has grabbable hair, but otherwise nondescript. Summary: When your dad’s so-called ‘friend’ needs to stay at your family home for a few days, using the excuse of “in-between” places, you find his incredibly forward nature hard to resist. Your temptation only worsens when your dad goes to work Author's note: My beautiful babies have been SO sick. Needed to be a full time Mama for a bit but now I’m back in action!

The older you got, the less sure you became of your father’s previous lifestyle. You’d grown up relatively normal, but the occasional tale he’d tell after a few beers often left your imagination running wild. He’d speak of something far darker than youthful tomfoolery; recounting memories of guns, cash, and deals gone wrong. At some point in his life, your dad had turned himself around, leaving whatever rough and tough lifestyle he’d had behind. Today, he’s a blue collar man with a family, in other words, completely unspectacular. Sure, he’d become a friendly face in the neighborhood, shoveling snow and fixing gutters, but other than that, the peers of your parents wouldn’t exactly blink twice at the man. Which is why when his ‘old friend’ stops by uninvited, it opens a can of worms you never thought imaginable.

It’s past midday, you know that much. You’ve only been back a week, in your family home in a remote town just outside of Detroit, having come back to enjoy the semester break without the bleak surroundings of your college campus. A small group of your friends never left; staying home to take over their parents’ business or wait tables. Still, having some friends in your hometown pays off. That is, until you’re nursing a headache courtesy of your latest reunion. In a place as small as this, everyone knows everyone; meaning that even in your less than perfect state, you can tell the blond man in front of you is an outsider. He’s standing opposite your dad in the middle of the kitchen, unintentionally blocking your access to any form of sustenance as you approach from behind. Bleary-eyed and weak-willed, you fail to recognize the brewing tension in the room, stepping around the stranger with a grumble.

“Well, shoot.” The blond nods in your direction, cocking his brow as you manage to stumble past. “The apple sure doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”

There’s an audible huff from your dad, and you reach the fridge as he grabs the stranger's arm and hauls him into the living room, slamming the door behind them. If you were sober, you’d be outwardly surprised by your dad’s aggression. Right now your sole focus is to hydrate using whatever bottle your hand grabs first. Judging by feel, you’ve picked up some type of juice; gulping it down greedily right from the lip of the bottle. As the sweetness trickles down your throat, you feel a morsel of the raggedness from your night before wear away. Leaning against the kitchen counter, you drag a hand down your face, taking note of the mascara very much still crusted against your lashes. Apparently you had come home coherent enough to get into bed, but not enough to get your makeup off. Just as you’re about to make your return to your room, the sound of your father’s hushed muttering permeates the closed door.

“Absolutely not.” He grumbles, saying something else but you can’t quite make out the words. “Clement, I won’t-”

“-Don’t forget now,” You can hear the other man loud and clear. “You do owe me a favor.”

A prolonged silence follows. One which is only filled by the sound of your own heartbeat thudding in your ears. This time, you fight the haze just enough to get a better read on the conversation going on in the next room. Hearing the clearly strained resignation of your father come through the door, you decide to hover in the kitchen a little longer. Whoever this Clement character is, he’s got intimidation down to an art.

“You can be here for one week.” You’ve never heard your dad sound so defeated. “That’s all. One week.”

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The southern drawl of the man rumbles through the door. “You always had to be so serious about things.” 

“Just don’t bring my family into it, yeah?”

“Now, now. Terrorizing families was more your style.” Clement clicks his tongue. “I will be on my best behavior, of that you can rely.”

Your brows furrow upon hearing what appears to be the end of the exchange. They’ve come to an agreement; one you don’t truly understand considering the ominous accusation thrown your father’s way. Your dad, a terror? The man who mows old ladies’ lawns on the weekends for nothing more than a cup of tea and a sandwich? That’s enough eavesdropping for one day, you decide, shaking your head. You begin your retreat, eventually climbing up the stairs toward your room.

Neither of your parents had changed anything about your room since you had left. You still had the same gaudy palm tree wallpaper your mom had picked out, only saved by the amount of band and movie posters you’d covered it up with. All the furniture was the same as it was, too. A mix of things your dad had either built or bartered for over the years, leading to an eclectic mess of clashing styles; something you’d come to miss when your dorm room was nothing more than a bed and a desk. Your shins meet the foot of the bed, and you flop down face first onto your pillows. Still in the throes of a hangover, now layered with the strange pit of uncertainty embedding itself into your stomach, you tuck the blanket up above your head and fall asleep.

—

It’s early in the morning when your dad knocks gently at your door. Of course, you’d slept the entire day away; a habit you aren’t exactly happy you’d picked up while at college. You slowly peel yourself out of the blankets, sitting up as your dad steps softly into your room. Dressed in his usual work clothes of his boilersuit over a white t-shirt, you gauge that it must be almost time for him to leave. He’s holding your favorite mug in his hands, bringing in a coffee just for you. The thought is lovely, even if you both know you’ll forget about it until it’s already gone cold. Your dad sets it on your nightstand before kneeling down beside your bed. There’s a reserved look in his eye, one you aren’t sure you’ve seen before.

“Morning, princess.” He speaks softly. “Thought I’d say hi. Since I didn’t see much of ya yesterday.”

“Sorry, dad.” You mumble, looking away in shame. It wasn’t like you to drink so hard that you wasted an entire day. “I think I went too hard.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re young. It’s good that you’re having fun and still coming home safe.”

There’s another flicker of something in his eyes when he speaks. Despite his kind reassurance, you can tell his mind is elsewhere, perhaps reminiscing on something. His nose scrunches for a brief moment, and you shift slightly under your sheets. You watch as he presses his lips together, evidently trying to find a way to word his thoughts.

“I need to let you know, we have an old friend staying with us for a week.” He explains with a smile. A smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “His name is Clement. I knew- I’ve known him since before you were born.”

“How do you know him?” You ask him quickly, watching him shift his weight on either knee as the question rings through his mind.

“You know, that’s a good story.” Your dad pulls back just as quick, sucking in air between his teeth as that forced smile reappears on his face. “Maybe just not when I'm leaving for work, yeah?”

In response, you nod, earning a kiss to your forehead from your dad. Since coming back home, he’d gone right back to treating you like his little girl, and the affection had been greatly missed. He pulls himself back up to a stand, brushing his knees before he looks at you one last time.

“He’ll be hanging around the house, but don’t feel like you have to keep him company, okay?” He raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.

“Is that code for ‘don’t talk to him’?” You ask, receiving a pause in return.

“You can talk to him, just… don’t go outta your way to make him feel welcome.” He explains with a sigh. “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too, dad.”

His exit leaves you in a befuddled silence, pressing your lips together in thought. You stay in place as your father’s footsteps begin to trail off, eventually dulling once he reaches the bottom of the staircase. Minutes later, the house rattles ever so slightly at the opening and closing of the front door. Your father has left for the day, leaving you alone in the house with mystery man Clement. What you remember of yesterday’s overheard conversation lingers in your mind. How do they know each other? Why didn’t your dad want him to stay? And why does he owe him? In a rapidly-failing attempt to take your mind off of it, you pull the covers back over your face. Thoughts swirl around your mind while no answers come to call. Clement had claimed your dad had a terrorizing schtick. It just didn’t match up. 

Not wanting to give in to the oncoming spiral, you bring yourself to a stand. A shower will help. Or at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself as you close your bedroom door behind you with a sturdy thud. Lazily, you trudge down the hallway until you find yourself standing on the cold bathroom lino. After a few minutes of mincing around, you slip under the gentle caress of the showerhead. Streaming down your face, neck, and shoulders, the warm water does wonders in quelling your nervous mind. Even after you'd moved out, your parents still kept the bathroom stocked with boujee products far out of your price range. It’s a dramatic change from the discount bath and body works garbage you’ve got littering your dorm shower, and you smile to yourself as you lather the coconutty soap over your body. For the first time in what feels like months, you have a long, warm, relaxing shower.

Eventually, you force yourself out of the cocoon of warmth you’ve created in the bathroom, stepping out with a fluffy towel wrapped around your chest. The house is silent, eerily so. You wonder if it means that Clement had also gone out, leaving you alone for the time being. With light-footed steps, you pad along the hall back to your bedroom. Thoughts of having the house to yourself cause a dopey smile to paint your face, and you eagerly wrap your fingers around your doorknob. With the door ajar, a gentle push is all it takes to enter your room. You stride in, humming a tune under your breath as you seal yourself back in your bedroom once more. You’re about to peel the towel away from your dampened skin when a low whistle beckons from your bed.

“Ain’t that a pretty sight.”

You flinch and desperately twist your hands into the fabric of the towel, keeping it as close to your body as humanly possible. With wide eyes, you turn towards the graveled voice. There lies Clement, completely reclined on your bed, wearing nothing but what appears to be your father’s navy robe. He’s got one of your books in his hands, open on the page you had bookmarked and forgotten about a few nights ago, now. The older man isn’t shy in his staring, dragging his tongue along his teeth as he raises a cocky brow. He rests the book in his lap, allowing him to rest his now free hands on the back of his head, unabashedly ogling your towel-cladded form. There’s nowhere for you to hide yourself while the intruding man remains confidently splayed on your bed.

“What’re you doing in my room?” You ask, swallowing down the nervous lump in your throat. 

“Shoot.” He raises his hands defensively, though his eyes still sparkle with a dark sense of mischief. “Your daddy said to make myself at home, and I wanted a good book to read. Nothin’ downstairs caught my attention - but this?”

Clement holds up the open book, waving it around long enough for you to remember exactly where you had left off. Fuck. The arrogant smirk sprawled on his face isn’t just to revel in your scantily clad form, but also your perverse taste in literature. Very perverse taste. He clicks his tongue, pretending to make a stern face as he drags his slender finger along the page.

“This is definitely something worth a read.” The blond furrows his brow, reading the very extensive smut you had bookmarked for when you were alone. “You, you pretty young thing, are into some extreme shit.”

“Can you get out of my room, please?” You attempt to speak with confidence, though there’s something about him making you shiver.

“Why? Voyeurism not your thing?”

“Not really, no.”

“No?” He begins to climb off the bed, his tall frame already towing over yours as he begins to stalk towards you. “It didn’t seem so bad in your book.”

You shy your gaze away from Clement as he comes toe-to-toe with you. While none of his fingers touch your soft skin, there’s a clear intention swirling in the air. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as he chuckles to himself. It’s a dark, throaty chuckle. Creases form around his eyes as he laughs. Is it at your expense? You can’t tell. You barely hold your ground as he continues to talk.

  “Girl in your book liked older men. Wasn’t interested in boys. What about you, little lady? You like real men?” He runs his finger across the seam of your towel. “I think you just might.”

He’s not wrong, and unfortunately, your outward lack of fear towards his grotesque intimidation is only proving his point. There’s some part of you that’s enjoying this, perhaps it’s because fortunately, he’s not exactly unattractive. As he stands before you, his newly acquired dressing gown begins to slip open, and you find yourself admiring the tattoo decorating his chest. You know you've gotten lost in your own ogling when his finger begins to slip through the seam.

“My dad would kill you.” You try to slap his hand away, but he grabs your wrist just in time.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but your daddy ain’t home, sweetheart. He left you all alone.” His voice lowers into something akin to a growl, while his breath hits hot against your face. “With me.”

Clement’s hand travels away from your wrist to the back of your head, making a tight fist within your damp hair as he sneers. It sends an involuntary shiver down your spine, going as far as to make you gasp through clenched teeth. You close your eyes, not wanting his piercing gaze to make you squirm more than it already has. He lets out another breathy snigger, baring his teeth as he cranes your head back with ease. A weak exhale escapes your trembling lips.

“Knew you were into dark shit.” He hums in your ear. “This ain’t even that bad, little lady.”

Before you can respond, the man pulls harshly on your hair, sending you crashing to your knees in front of him. For a brief moment, he keeps you there, doing nothing but glaring down at you while his lips continue to curl into a perverse smile. Your eyes flit to his other hand, watching it glide down until it slips underneath the seam of his dressing gown. Slowly, tauntingly, menacingly, Clement pulls the gown open. It’s just enough for you to get an eyeful of his white briefs, and the significant bulge growing beneath them. His eyes stay focused on your face, watching with twisted delight as you wet your lips.

“See? I had a whole plan to convince you, and you don’t even need it, do ya?” Clement taunts with a low voice. “If only your daddy knew how easy it is to get you on your knees.”

He loosens his grip on your hair, knowing you won’t do anything other than sit pretty on the floor. Clement’s other hand now slips into the waistband of his briefs. Of course, he doesn’t bother to take them off, instead opting to tug the fabric underneath his balls and taking his twitching cock into his fist. Though his underwear left little to the imagination, he’s girthier than you anticipated. Your eyes are glued to it, observing the way his hand trails up his veiny shaft, then back down until it meets the unruly hair decorating his pelvis. A bead of sticky pre-cum glistens at his tip, and you stay transfixed on the image as he drags his palm up his shaft one last time. Clement clearly notices your ogling, letting out a breathy chuckle before he begins to push your head towards it.

“Go on, baby.” He urges, watching with bated breath as your lips begin to part open. “Put your mouth on it, yeah, there you go.”

You glide your tongue up the bottom of his shaft, dragging from base upwards until you wrap your lips around his tip. His sharp intake of breath is enough to encourage you further, eventually sliding your mouth down until you’ve taken him whole. As his hand steadies your movements, a low, satisfied hum leaves his lips, and you look up just in time to watch him throw his head back.

“Fuck, I knew just from lookin’ at your pretty face that you’d have a mouth on ya.” He grits out as you begin to hollow your cheeks, sucking him slowly yet eagerly. “Shit. Didn’t think you’d be this obedient. Like a fuckin’ dog, you are.”

Doing as you're told, you don’t change up your movements right away. Instead keeping a slow, languid pace. Each bob of your head creates a rich mixture of your own drool and his slick, letting his taste be savored on your tongue. He tastes of salt and sweat and musk. When you’re about to bob back down, Clement guides you by pushing on the back of your head, and forcing you to take him right into the back of your throat. Your nose is almost embedded into his pubes, causing you to splutter around him from the lack of oxygen. Even so, he doesn’t let up. Clement clicks his tongue, giving you a surprisingly affectionate look.

“Now that’s a sight I could get used to, little lady. Look at you, chokin’ on me.” He holds you there for just a second longer, before letting you lift your mouth off of him completely. A string of drool connects your bottom lip to the tip of his cock, and before Clement can speak, you’re already diving back in. 

This time, you don’t suck him with lazy strokes, no. As your lips wrap around his head for the second time, you hollow out your cheeks and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. Your mouth pumps in time with your hand, all the while Clement doesn’t shut up, grunting out praises, as he rolls his hips in time with your movements. He fists your hair again, keeping your head still for his oncoming onslaught of hard thrusts. Drool coats both his shaft and your lips, bubbling and spilling out of the corners of your mouth as he fucks it with enough force to make you gag. Tears prickle the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you keep choking on his length. He doesn’t stop, instead grinning as you continue to struggle around him.

“Keep your lips on me,” Clement rasps out, almost lost in the moment. “That’s it. That’s it, thaaat’s it.”

“Knew from the moment I saw you that I needed this.”

He squints his eyes shut.

“Knew that you’d give it to me.”

He throws his head back.

“Knew your daddy would make a good girl.”

He fucks himself down your throat.

“Good. Girl.”

Clement pushes your head back down to the base of his cock, holding you tightly in place with your hair as his hips begin to buck without rhythm. Your only other warning to what might be coming is the chesty moan that leaves his lips. You flinch as the hot, thick ropes of his release spill down your throat, coating your tongue with a salty, bitter taste. There’s no other option but to swallow it all, having his hand forcing you into position. Once the last drop is gone, Clement pulls you off him, eventually letting go of your hair entirely. As if nothing had happened, he tucks himself back into his briefs, and re-wraps the gown, covering his body once more. You look up, slightly dazed as air finally makes its way back into your lungs. With your lips pink, wet, and parted, you must be a sight to behold - earning a cocky chuckle from Clement.

“Thanks, little lady. Just what I needed to feel welcome.” He grins, swiping some of the drool off your bottom lip before heading towards the door.

“That’s it?” You can’t help but feel short-changed, watching as the man exits into the hallway.

“For now,” He states, dragging his fingers through the coarse hairs of his beard. “I’ve been really wantin’ a shower, and now it’s all freed up.”

He looks you up and down one last time, scrunching his nose as he sniffs with what almost seems like indifference. Then, before you know it, he’s closing your bedroom door, leaving you alone on the floor as you come to terms with what’s just happened. You drag the pads of your fingers over your lips, closing your eyes as you grunt in frustration. He’s still here for an entire week, and you caved already. What would your dad think?

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A very big thank you for reading. As always a big thank you for those that encourage me - @justeverythingprettymuch, and those that inspire me - @toxicanonymity!

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SCREAMING IT LOOKS SO GOOD

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New 'Justified: City Primeval' Teaser - New Beginnings

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boyd-a-thon masterlist

gif on the right by @xladymorganx. in this event, i donate(d) $10/fic to pcrf for boyd character smut. anyone can participate if you tag me and @lustaffairs and #boyd-a-thon. 500-3k words. about event. Optional PROMPTS

Steve Murphy (Narcos)

Murphy in Medellín by @quaritchscupquake

Mutual by @noxturnalpascal

The first time by @noxturnalpascal

Let's get in the back of your car, officer by @scuddisher

Good girl by @darkuselesssomebody

*File room boss by @lustaffairs

✨Smoke break pt. 1 by @writing-my-time

Steve Murphy ft. Javi P.

*Crossing Lines by @lunitawrites

*Lie Still by @milla-frenchy

*Empty Spaces by @milla-frenchy

*Esta noche te voy a follar by @romanarose

*Swinging by @clawdee (w/ Connie)

Hounds of Hell by @aurorawritestoescape and @milla-frenchy

Hounds of Hell pt. 2

Glory O by @milla-frenchy

Billy (Skeleton twins)

Sunset by @aurorawritestoescape

Clement Mansell (Justified City Primeval)

*Steady as she goes by @toxicanonymity

✨Daddy ain't home by @writing-my-time

Donald Pierce (Marvel's Logan)

Meet me in the bathroom by @writing-my-time

✨Kept pt. 1 by @clawdee @clawdeewritesfanfic

Mo Lundy (The Free World)

The free world by @milla-frenchy

*pre-thon, donated $ to get us started

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Donated the full $300 but would like to get to 30 fics on the masterlist! 🖤 Thank you everyone for participating

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COMING SOON

Original GIFs by @boydholbrook-fan // minimally edited by me ~ will be working on quality next!

I have three pieces currently in the works, in no particular order and with no schedule in mind, they are as follows:

SMOKE BREAK (Part one posted)

Pairing: Steve Murphy X F!Reader Word Count: 1.75 Warnings: Angst, swearing, allusions to cheating, nicotine withdrawal. Summary: It’s been a week since Steve’s quit smoking cold turkey, and his withdrawals are making him worse by the day. Everything comes to a head when he offers to drop you home late at night

DADDY AIN’T HOME

Pairing: Clement Mansell X F!Reader Word Count: TBA Warnings: 18+, Smut with minor plot, age gap (Reader is in her early 20’s, Clement in his 30’s), morally dubious actions, still consensual! MORE TO BE ADDED Summary: When your dad’s so-called ‘friend’ needs to stay at your family home for a few days, using the excuse of “in-between” places, you find his incredibly forward nature hard to resist. Your temptation only worsens when your dad goes to work.

MEET ME AT THE HOTEL ROOM

Pairing: Donald Pierce X F!Reader Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: 18+, Smut with minor plot, dirty talk, Oral (M/F receiving), fingering, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampies, MORE TO BE ADDED Summary: A month after your most recent rendezvous in Laguna Vista, you find yourself back in the company of Donald Pierce. This time, you’re making sure you get the full pussy worship Don promised back in that bathroom.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Clement Mansell NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN!Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+ Notes: - Special thanks to @i-like-the-eyes and @spider-bren for ideas!🥰 - If you have other suggestions, feel free to share, I’m curious about them!😊

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex?) Clement is not the aftercare type, so after sex he usually sleeps, or just lays on his stomach or on his back. Maybe, if it was really good – mainly because of him, - he kisses you, but that’s it.

B= Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s) His favourite part of his body is obviously his penis, well, basically he loves every inch of himself. On you, he likes your ass. Always holding it, tapping it, especially in public, not caring about people seeing you. The private parts are also exciting for him. He would sleep with his hand in his pants or in your pants. He feels a sense of comfort in doing that.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He is quite a selfish lover and comes before you, and not just inside you. He is into cumming on your face, chest, or anywhere else, it depends. He loves his hands getting wet, sticky with your fluid, getting his beard wet with it. He doesn't have a breeding kink but loves to fill you up and watch it leak out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Clem loves sex and music, right? So, this one is more of a fantasy than secret of his, but he would like to fuck you while he is recording a song or have sex in the studio. Other than this, he doesn’t really have any secrets, he is an open book, you just have to ask him what you want to know.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?) Our boy is pretty experienced. He had several sexual partners over the years, with amazing lovers among them. Clem may seem to go for quantity, but quality is also an important thing for him.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying) As it was said before, he loves your ass, so doggystyle is a must for him. He likes to look at it while fucking you from behind, he likes to slap it when he gets really into it. When he gets tired and wants you to do the job, he likes you having you on top him and fucking yourself on his dick. Speaking of it, he absolutely loves is when you get on your knees and give him a blow job. He loves the feeling of you soft, velvet tongue on the sensitive skin of his most precious part. He is no doubt the dominant one in the bedroom, but that’s the only time he lets someone else take control. Lastly, he might prefer missionary when he is in the mood for some kissing, but that happens very rarely.

G = Goofy (Are they serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) Clem is an asshole, with humour similar to that and he is rarely playful in the bedroom, because he is too occupied to reach orgasm, but has his moments. For instance, when you are doing it, he goes ”I see Dr. Mansell’s special treatment has worked”. On the other hand, if he had to be in any sort of Goofy mood with you, I think he'd tickle you, carry you around.  You two would probably have a food fight which would turn into kitchen sex. He probably likes to nibble a lot on you everywhere.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?) He keeps himself neat, everywhere, and requires it from his partners, too.

I = Intimacy (How are they in the moment? the romantic aspect.) Clem is certainly not the most romantic guy, but just because he is a bad boy, he needs some love, too, from time to time. When he is in the mood for it and you have been dating for a while, he can make sweet love to you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon) Since he always has you around him to take care of his under belt situations, Clem rarely masturbates, only does it when he is alone and has nothing better to do.

K= Kinks (One or more of their kinks) Since he is literally called a ”wildman”, I imagine him being into handcuffs and bondage. He likes to tie you to the bed, while he is caressing your body with his gun and even puts is in your mouth. He loves it when you call him daddy and when you praise him of how good he is. I am also sure that sometimes, he likes to listen to himself sing while having sex, but this may only happen if a cassette player is near.

L= Location (Their favourite place to have sex) He would fuck you basically everywhere in his appartment, but being quite the exhibitionist, he loves to have sex by the window, it makes him feel like the whole city is watching. Sometimes in Sweety’s bar when his friend isn’t looking, Clem wants you to give him a handjob under the table or have sex in his recently stolen car in a parking lot.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He is basically always in the mood for it, a sexy underwear, one lustful look or touch and he is on you immediately. Or, if you really want to please him, tell him how good his singing voice is.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) When he wants to have sex, you just simply can’t say no to him, no matter how tired you are, he doesn’t accept it as an anwer. I don’t think there’s anything Clem would say no to, he likes to experiment, try out new things.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills etc.) It absolutely makes him feral when you are giving him pleasure with your mouth. After a long day of breaking the law, he just want to sit down on the couch and let’s you take care of him. The way you start slowly, licking him from the base to the tip, then start sucking him while caressing his balls, it’s the best feeling for him. He is more of a receiver rather than giver, but when he does it, he gives it all, but only after he came. He is pretty skilled and he wants you to come more than once, even when you are too sensitive and can’t take it anymore. The thought of you loosing your mind because of him makes him believe that he is the best lover in the world.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?) Depends on his mood. When a business was succesful, he might be slow and sensual, but when things went wrong, he gets angry and tends to be fast and rough, just to blow off steam

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often etc.) Since he is usually always with busy with something, Clem is not against it. He likes to do it before going out, bending you over the kitchen table, or do it in the restroom at Sweety’s bar, when it’s not occupied.

R = Risks (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?) He is definitely into risky sex. Like...on the edge of a cliff? Yes. On the train tracks? Yes. He likes to experiment and get wilder during sex. For instance, he likes to reach for your throat and hold you there, slightly choking you and he doesn’t mind some knife play, either.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long they last?) Clem might think he is a rockstar both in life and in bed, but in reality, he can’t go on for too long. As soon as he got satisfied, he falls asleep, leaving you reach your climax yourself by masturbating.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on their partner or themselves?) He may have handcuffs, but in general, he doesn’t really have any and doesn’t like it if you have one. He can get jealous of the thought that you pleasure yourself without him, like, why would you have a toy when you have him?

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?) Clem doesn’t like to be teased, when he wants something, he wants it right then and there. Instead, he likes to tease you all day, work you up, hear you whine and long for his cock. He takes your hand and puts it in his tighty whities, so you could feel how hard he is, but you can’t have it right away. Other times, he is walking around wearing nothing else, only his open kimono, making you drool over him.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?) He is not too loud, but moans and talks during sex. He loves dirty talk, saying things like ”Who is making you feel good? Daddy is taking good care of you, right?” etc.

W = Wildcard (a random headcanon for the character) Back in Oklahoma, he once had sex on a railway track. It wasn’t too comfortable, but the fact that the train could have come at any time really turned him on. He would love to do it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on behind those clothes) He has an appropriate size dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) His sex drive is pretty high, so you have to be ready all the time. Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?) Most of the times he falls asleep immediately after it.

Tags: @merryandrewsworld,  @demi321win-chester @thefloatingpickle, @delicateteenagerunaway @sadnessanninthedark, @e-dubbc11 @ray-is-dead

[ilovewhiteroses]

You Are Mine

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Jealousy, unprotected sex Rating: +18

Your night out with your jealous boyfriend ends with some naughty consequences😈

"Baby, tonight is ours, you can order whatever you want!" your boyfriend, Clement said waving a wad of money in front of you. Yesterday he made a successful deal and in return he took you first to a restaurant and now to a bar where you can drink to your heart's content. You couldn't wait to get out, because you had been asking Clem for weeks, and besides, he didn't talk about anything else but this business, which you were absolutely not interested in, the main thing was for him to get some money.

This time, you didn't go to Sweety's bar, but to a recently opened one to continue celebrating. You dressed up nicely, Clem brought the usual bad boy style. You walked, because he thought that if he drinks more than he should, he wouldn't wreck his car - which was stolen anyway. As you approached the bar, the music was getting louder and louder. There were quite a few people there, after all, the place was new and many had just come to explore. Clem held your hand the whole time so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd. You went to the bartender and he asked for drinks.

You happily drank, hugged and kissed each other like two teenagers in love and slow danced to the music.

"Hon, I'll be right back, I need to piss." he said and went to the restroom. You stayed where you were, drinking until somehow a guy bumped into you.

"Hey there, how are you?" he asked with a big smile. You could tell he wasn't thirsty.

"Hello! Well, as a matter of fact, I'm here with my boyfriend.” you told him, blushing a little. You didn't like strangers getting too close to you.

"Really?" the guy looked behind your back. "I don't see him anywhere. Don't worry, I just saw you, I liked you and I thought we could have a drink. That's not a crime, right?"

You thought that if you have one drink with him maybe he will fuck off sooner. Besides, if he would be too pushy, Clem would punch him in the face.

"Okay, but it can only be about one drink, nothing else!" you pointed at the guy. He didn't really noticed this and asked for two tequila shots. As soon as you downed the drink, you could smell Clem's scent near you, then felt his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He came back just in time to see you were drinking with a random guy, which he didn't like at all. He was pretty jealous even though he knew you wouldn't cheat on him.

"Oh shit!" the guy looked wide at Clem, he thought you were lying when you told him you didn't come alone."I see you met Y/N. My name is Clement and I'm their boyfriend." he said and mockingly held out his hand to the guy, but the guy didn't return it. You also looked at him with an "I told you" look.

"Ah, you really came with your boyfriend. It was nice chatting with you!" he waved and left. Clem released his arm from your shoulder and looked at you demanding an explanation.

"Who the hell was that? I won't ask what he wanted, because it's obvious."

"I have no idea who it was, but come on, take it easy sweetie! He was just a silly guy with whom I had a shot of tequila and that was it." you patted his chest in reassurance.

"Yeah, I see." Clem said kissing your hand. "You know, the thing is, I'm pretty horny right now...and you're so hot and I can barely think…" he said and bit your neck softly. You were literally melting from the touch of his lips and teeth on your soft skin  and couldn't wait to feel him inside you. "Let's go home!" he said. He paid for your drinks and with his arm around your waist, you went out, where he called a taxi for you, as the drinks had gone to your heads quite a bit.

After a few minutes of trying, he was able to open the apartment door and you were finally able to enter. As soon as you went in, Clem grabbed your arm and led you towards the bedroom with a wide smug grin on his face. You stopped by the bed and he pulled you close, squeezing your waist.

"Do you love me?" he asked with a slight pursed lip.

"What kind of question is that? Of course! Wait..are you asking because of that guy?” you asked him raising an eyebrow.

"Let's just say I wasn't really happy about that." he said and kissed you. "I want you to prove how much you love me." he said seriously, but with lust in his eyes. Most of the alcohol already got out of him, while you were still a little tipsy, but knew what he meant. You knelt before him and undid his belt, freeing his cock. You didn't waste time, you took him in your mouth right away. You tried to do it sensually, even though you wanted him like crazy. You moved your head back and forth, looking up at him and your eyes met. Then, to drive him even wilder, you licked his cock slowly from base to tip.

"Oh my God!" Clem said with his head thrown back. "Baby, stop, because I'm going to cum way to soon!" he said pleadingly and you reluctantly stopped even though you would have loved to keep going.

You stood up and he pulled you close for a passionate kiss, you were tearing each other's clothes off. You quickly climbed on the bed, he followed you. When you were about to turn around, he stopped you.

"No, stay like this! I want to see that sexy ass of yours!” you did as he asked and lifted your butt towards him, holding on to the low backrest of the bed with one hand. Clem started caressing your entrance then inserted a finger inside you making you moan loudly.

"See how good is this for you? No one knows what your body craves better than I do!" he said in a husky voice. He fingered you for a while, then his cock took the place of his finger. As you finally felt him inside you, biting your lips, you squeezed the backrest even more and couldn't wait for him to do you.

Clem moved slowly at first, then sped up, caressing and grabbing your butt with his hands. When the room was filled with your moans, he said:

"Baby, I love fucking you in this position, I love how you obey me!" he said in a deep and sexy voice, then a few minutes later he pulled you up against him so that your back was against his chest.

"You are mine, you belong to me! I won't let anyone else dream of getting you!" he whispered in your ear and kissed your neck, then he carefully returned you to your starting position, but this time you didn't hold on to the backrest, but buried your face in the pillow. He was fucking you so hard that you didn't have the strength to hold on, you just let him take control as your body was longing for a mind-blowing orgasm…

You didn't sleep much at night, because after a few hours you had sex again. And then again, and in the end you spent the whole weekend in bed...

Tags: @i-like-the-eyes @spider-bren

@merryandrewsworld  @demi321win-chester

@thefloatingpickle @delicateteenagerunaway

@sadnessanninthedark @e-dubbc11

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@itsthevelvetline @moomiman42069

@evenmyhivemindisempty @a-h-li

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[ilovewhiteroses]

The Oklahoma Wildman and the Nightmare

Pairing: Clement Mansell x The Corinthian Genre: Smut, humour Warnings: Mentions of violence, sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: Special thanks to @i-like-the-eyes for the help and suggestions!🥰

Clement and The Corinthian meet in the former's dream. At first they are not happy about each other's presence, but the sexual tension between them is high, especially on Corinthian's part. Will Clement be able to resist the alluring nightmare?

After a long day, Clement returned home to the elegant apartment his girlfriend had gotten for them. He turned on the light and noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen table. He went over and read it. On it was a message from Sandy:

Babe, I called you but you didn't pick up. We're going out with the girls, I'll be home late! XO!

He reached into his pocket for his cell phone to see if she had actually called him. It's no surprise that he didn't pick it up, since the phone was completely dead. He put it on the charger on the nightstand next to the bed in the bedroom, then went back to the kitchen and took off his leather jacket, which he threw carelessly on the barstool. He went to the fridge and got himself a bottle of cold beer. He sat down on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV, which was playing an old classic movie on one of the channels. He took his gun from his back pocket and placed it on the coffee table to make himself more comfortable. With the beer in one hand and the remote control in the other, he sat back and surfed the channels. He managed to find one that showed documentaries about notorious murderers. This pleased him and began to watch, while he slowly drank his beer. Not long after, due to alcohol and fatigue, he fell into a deep sleep.

He found himself in a stranger's kitchen, which looked like it had been taken out of an IKEA catalogue. At first, he didn't understand it, but then he remembered: a few days ago, he and Sweety had scouted where their next, potential rich mark lived. The rich guy's kitchen obviously didn't look like this in real life, but this is how it was pictured in Clement's subconscious.

"Is anyone here?" he asked, but when there was no answer, he went to the fridge and looked in to see if he could find some "dream beer". There was plenty of drinks on offer and when he was about to get a bottle for himself, he heard a deep voice behind him.

"Who the hell are you?"

He turned as fast as he could and in the dim light he saw a blond figure wearing sunglasses and a long gray coat with a knife in his hand. As a first reaction, he reached back for his gun, but he didn't have it, so as another idea, he took out a bottle from the fridge and threw it at the stranger, who only had to bend slightly in order to not be hit.

"Stop!" said the man and walked closer to him.

"I'll ask you one more time: who are you?" he asked angrily. Clement didn't understand who this was or how he got there. What was certain that it was not the rich guy, as he was bigger and had darker hair.

When he realized that he was only dreaming, he said.

"I could ask the same thing!"

"Me? My name is The Corinthian.” replied the stranger, pointing at himself with his sharp knife.

”The Corinthian? What kind of fucking name is that, are you a performer? Because if so, I'm sorry, but I've never heard of you." Clement replied phlegmatically. The knife man continued.

"I'm a nightmare and I'm supposed to kill a big guy, but you're not him."

Clement's eyes lit up.

"Nightmare? Kill? Hm, then it looks like our situation is similar, because I am also a murderer. I mean, in real life, not in dreams. And my name is Clement.” he said, a little more relaxed.

"Really?" Corinthian looked in front of him questioningly. "Interesting. Then that's why you didn't run away from me like others did."

Clement looked at the fridge. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked politely. Corinthian didn't ask for a drink, so Clement didn't get himself one either. "I think we should sit down at the dining table and talk for a bit, I'm interested in this knife-nightmare thing."

They both sat opposite each other and started talking.

"Tell me about yourself!" Clement said excitedly.

"Do you know who The Sandman is?" Corinthian asked.

"Well, I know the Metallica song, if that counts." Corinthian scratched his head.

"Close enough. The Sandman, the King of Dreams, is the one who lulls you to sleep. You, humans, enter The Dreaming in your dreams, where he, I, and many other dreams and nightmares come from. I am his creation, I just ran away from there.” Clement listened to the story with interest.

"Wow! You know, I don't believe in hocuspocus stories, but this sounds really exciting. When and why did you run away?”

"A long time ago, to find out what it feels like to be human." said the nightmare, spinning the knife on the table.

"Well, if you ask me, it's fucking awesome to be human! Drinks, cool old cars and music, hot women, what else do you want, right?” he asked him with a big grin. "And then you kill with that knife?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I only scare people in their dreams, I kill in real life. I will stab them and then eat their eyes with my teeth-eyes.” Corinthian said casually. The grin slowly faded from Clement's face and he looked in confusion.

"What?"

"You heard me right."

Clement leaned back in his chair and eyed Corinthian suspiciously.

"Are you telling me that you have teeth instead of eyes? Are you fucking serious?” the nightmare nodded.

"Oh come on! I believe it when I see it!" he said and the nightmare lifted his sunglasses and indeed, in place of his eyes, there were small teeth, the same as his own, in his mouth. Clement almost fell over with the chair, so shocked at the sight.

"What in the fucking hell is that?" Do you see anything at all, I mean, how, HOW?” he searched for words.

"Just so you know, I can see perfectly, even better than you." Corinthian said still in his usual chill manner.

"Come to think of it, that's both the most fucked up and coolest thing I've ever seen." Clement said laughing. He also felt a little embarrassed for reacting to the unusual eyes like that. After all, this was just a dream, so nothing should startle him!

"Well, you've heard enough about me, now tell me about yourself. You said you were a murderer too.”

"Yes. I kill, but only if I have to, or if someone fucks up my mind. I'm originally from Oklahoma, but I've been in Detroit for a while. I have done a few things back home that made me earn the ’Oklahoma Wildman’ name. Now, me and my buddy, Sweety have Judge Guy’s little book to extort money from rich people and if someone doesn't want to pay…” he said with his fingers imitating a gun shot. Corinthian found this interesting, but Clement himself even more so. Actually, he really liked him…

Clement continued.

"Until we get our money, we'll stay here, but later when we have it, me and my girlfriend, Sandy, will go to Aruba."

"Really? What does she look like?” the nightmare asked and Clement took out his phone and showed him a sexy bikini picture of the blonde girl.

"Hot, huh?" he asked, biting his lip.

"Yes, she is. Maybe one day I'll visit her in her dream." Corinthian said suggestively. Clement couldn't decide if he meant sex or murder, but he wasn't happy about the idea.

"Don't you dare!" he said menacingly as Corinthian put both hands up in surrender. He obviously didn't mean it, but who knows...

After some awkward silence, Clement continued the conversation.

"Let's talk about something else, let's say, music. Who do you love, who do you listen to?"

"Um, I don't really have a favorite, I'm an omnivore. I mean, when it comes to music.” Corinthian hoped he had caught the hint. "In fact, I don't really listen to music, I don't have time for it. Why, what kind of music do you like?”

"Classics, mainly rock and funk rock. Among the newer ones, my absolute favorite is The White Stripes. All their songs are fucking good, Jack White is a genius!”

"Yeah, they're good." agreed Corinthian, though his thoughts began to wander…

"In fact, I sing, too!" Clement said excitedly like a little kid. "Would you like to hear my voice? I am interested in your opinion!"

Corinthian honestly would have preferred to do anything else, but ended up agreeing to listen to him. This dream could not have been more surreal, and this thought came from him, who was not an ordinary being himself.

"Um, okay, let me hear it."

Clement performed Seven Nation Army with the enthusiasm of being in the finals of a talent show.

"So, how was it?" he asked after singing, waiting for the evaluation.

"Well, I've heard worse," Corinthian said with a shrug.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, at least you didn't sound like someone who put his dick in a meat grinder. It was good, but not perfect."

Clement was offended to say the least.

"Okay, I get it. Obviously you have a better voice than me."

"No, I don’t and for now it would be better if we drop the music topic. Let's talk about more interesting things. Since this is a dream, how about you and I…” he said in a seductive voice and raised one eyebrow.

"What the fuck? Have you lost your mind? I have a girlfriend, and besides, you're a dude with fucked up eyes!" he said out loud, indignant, but Corinthian wasn't bothered.

"Oh, come on, Clement! I can tell that you are the type who likes to experiment. Don't tell me you've never had anything to do with a man in your life!"

Clement thought that he was right. He actually had affairs with men before, but nothing serious. Back in his early twenties, when he broke up with his first girlfriend, he went to a bar with a friend, where, after drinking some alcohol, he had the courage to ask the young man how it felt to kiss a guy. The friend was not embarrassed and exchanged a passionate kiss with Clement, who began to feel new feelings and felt that his cock was hard. On another occasion, a man, he did not know that well, gave him a hand job, because there was no one else around and he had needs. As he thought of these, Clement felt a rush of heat and felt his pants get a little tighter… He loved Sandy and would never have cheated on her, but since this was a dream where anything could happen, he realized there was nothing to worry about. Besides, Corinthian was very handsome, even from a male perspective.

"Take off your coat and come here!" he stood up and instructed the nightmare, who liked this better. With a big smile on his face, he did as Clement asked. He stood in front of him, then Clement grabbed his ass and pulled him close.

"So you want to have sex? Okay, but then I will be on top and I will be in charge!” he said firmly and in a sultry voice.

"Alright! Now, take me!” Corinthian said as Clement tilted his head to the side and kissed him. They both moaned loudly as ran through their fingers in each other's hair, then pulled their shirts off and undid each other's belts to get out of their pants. Both of their cocks were already hard, which pressed against each other's bellies during the second round of kissing.

"Let's go to the counter and lean forward!" ordered Clement Corinthian. He leaned on the counter with his elbows and pushed his ass towards Clement, who spat into his palm and lubricated his cock with his saliva, then put it in the nightmare.

This is a dream, I can be rough if I want, he thought to himself.

Corinthian was too tight at first, but quickly got used to the size of the wildman. Clement grabbed him by the hips and started thrusting into him in a fast rhythm. Corinthian really enjoyed how Clement dictated a relentless pace, one that almost made his sunglasses fall off. The room was silent except for the lusty, hot moans of the two of them and the way Clement's hips slapped against Corinthian's ass. Clement loved that he didn't have to hold back. Sandy never let him do it like that, only doggystyle ​​was allowed, but even then he couldn't be that wild. In his desire, Corinthian reached for his own cock and started to masturbate, while fantasizing about giving the wildman a blow job and the other way around.

"Oh God, I think I'm going to cum soon!" Clement said and Corinthian stopped him.

"Wait, let’s switch positions, because I'm not far away either." Clement pulled himself out of his sunglasses wearing partner and Corinthian stood up on shaky legs before going over for a quick kiss.

"Lie on the floor, I want to ride you!" he said and Clement was already lying down, feeling the cold of the floor on his back. Corinthian knelt down next to him, he also lubricated his cock a little with is own saliva, then he sat on him in a riding position so that he could put Clement's cock back inside him. He moved up and down, back and forth at a good pace, but not as wildly as Clement, who stroked the nightmare's chest with one hand and jerked him off with the other. It was one of the most erotic experiences of his life, and deep down, Clement was a little sorry that it wasn't actually happening.

When they both felt that they were about to climax, Clement gripped Corinthian's ass and came hard, while the result of the nightmare’s pleasure ended up on Clement’s chest. Corinthian pulled the wildman out of him and practically fell to the floor next to him. They were both panting like they'd been doing it non-stop for a week, which Corinthian wouldn’t mind one bit and maybe Clement either, although getting money was more important to him.

The sun was starting to rise, which meant that Clement would be waking up soon, so they both got dressed. He was a little embarrassed, not really daring to look the nightmare in the eye.

"What? Don't feel guilty! The point is that you enjoyed it, which you can't deny, because I felt it." he said biting his lip. Clement replied with a boyish smile, meaning that he was right.

"Well, thanks for the nice…dream, I guess." he said to which Corinthian smiled kindly, then he slowly started to wake up.

When he opened his eyes, he called Sandy, but he didn't get an answer, obviously she hadn't come home yet or was sleeping at one of her friends. Clement felt some wetness around his crotch, reached down and realized that his dream orgasm had indeed affected his real life.

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A Hot Night

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, swear words Rating: 18+ Note: Requested by my dear friend, @spider-bren🥰

Clement invites you over to have some fun…

One day, early in the evening, you were at home, relaxing on the couch, watching TV, when suddenly, your phone started beeping. You checked it and saw that your boyfriend, Clement had texted you.

Hey baby! Are you coming over? I have a little surprise for you!😈

Was in the message. You held the phone close to your heart and smiled, then sexy images appeared before your mind's eye, as you and him were being naughty between the sheets, in different positions...

Before you got too lost in your fantasy, you quickly jumped off from the couch and rushed to shower, then looked for a nice and casual outfit. You won’t be wearing clothes too long as Clem will undress you as soon as possible. You adjusted yourself a bit in front of the mirror, applied perfume on your neck and wrists, then picked up your bag, took the keys and went to your car.

10 minutes later, you arrived, parked your car and went to his apartment. You knocked excitedly, eager to see him. You didn't see each other for a few days, because he and Sweety were busy with their so-called ”Judge Guy’s book” project. A moment later, Clem opened the door, wearing only tighty whities and a kimono. It wasn't your style, but yet, he looked so good that you bit your lip in excitement.

"Hi baby! Lookin’ hot!” Clem said as you walked in and he gave you a quick kiss.

"Hi darling! What is this outfit?” you asked laughing as you put your bag down on the sofa and he turned around like he was on the catwalk.

"You like it?"

"Well, it's not that bad, after all..." you answered, then he walked behind you.

"I have a surprise." he said, then covered your eyes with his hands and slowly went into the bedroom with you. You stopped and he took his hands off you. A really cozy picture unfolded before you: the bed was surrounded by the lights of candles, and a black silk scarf rested on the pillow.

You gulped because you had an inkling of what was the scarf for…

"What do you think?" Clem asked and placed a kiss on your shoulder before facing you.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Absolutely! I know you've been wanting to try bondage sex for a long time, and I thought tonight I could fulfill your wish, in a way." he slowly pushed you against the wall and then bit into your neck just enough for you to enjoy it. "I want to spend the sexiest night of your life with you!" You were getting aroused and couldn't wait for him to take you... You licked his lips with the tip of your tongue and bit into it carefully. Your playfulness soon turned into a passionate kiss, both of you moaning as you dived into it. You pulled the kimono off Clem's shoulders, which fell to the ground, then he took off your top... You pulled down his tighty whities and he took your pants off you too…

You climbed naked onto the bed where you continued kissing, then Clem reached for the silk scarf.

"Put your arms up." he said in a purring, sexy voice as he looked deep into your eyes. You did as he asked, then he tied your wrists with the scarf above your head.

"How do you like it so far?" he asked with a wide grin.

"Not bad for a start! Can’t wait for you to…" you didn’t finish the sentence, you just smiled and winked, thinking he might got the hint. You could barely hide your excitement.

Clem leaned down and covered your chest with slow, sensual kisses, then he did the same on your stomach, and on your thighs. Your heart was beating fast, your body was hot, and when you felt his velvet tongue down there, you moaned. He was pleasuring you by sucking and licking, while caressing your body with his hands. He was making you feel so good that you wanted to run your fingers through his hair if your hands weren't tied.

"Good, isn't it?" he asked, looking up at you. You nodded.

"Oh yes!" you said with a lustful sigh. "Please fuck me, I want you so bad!" you begged him.

"Look at you! Is that how much you want my cock, little naughty?” he knelt up and grabbed his cock. At first he only touched his tip to your entrance, then slowly inserted himself into you. You felt so good feeling him…

He leaned into you and lifted your knees up so he could penetrate you even deeper. He moved inside you slowly, then started to speed up.

"Oh God, baby, faster, FASTER!" you begged him and didn’t have to wait for long. He grabbed the headrest of the bed with one hand and thrusted into you fast and wildly, so that even the bed moved. You moaned and screamed loudly in ecstasy.

Clem suddenly changed his mind and pulled out of you. You were about to protest when he turned you onto your stomach and pulled your butt up, then slapped on it, which made you yelp. Not because it hurt, more because of you enjoyed him being in charge and touching you on your erogenous zones.

"Do you like it when I fuck you like that?" he asked and he was inside you again.

"Oh God, yes! So much!" you answered him enthusiastically as you buried your face in the pillow. Clem continued to fuck you hard and fast, so much so that you could feel his balls slapping against your butt – which only turned you both on even more.

You couldn't think sensibly anymore, you just thought that you would very much like to scratch his back and grab his ass... When you were both close to climax, you curled your toes while Clem gripped your hips tightly and let the orgasm take you...

You both laid on your backs staring at the ceiling and sighing contentedly. The scarf was taken off your wrists, it was resting between you and him on the bed. You turned to your side and stroked Clem's cheek with your finger.

"Baby, how about I’m being in charge and tie your wrists together?" you asked mischievously.

"Let's do it!" he replied excitedly. You sat on him in a riding position, then reached for the scarf.

"Arms above head!" you told him and smiled devilishly.

This night will be memorable for both of you...

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Dangerous Attraction

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Undercover Cop Reader Genre: Smut, drama, romance Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: This fanfic was requested by @spider-bren. Thank you for the idea, sweetheart!🥰

You find out that the infamous outlaw, Clement Mansell is in town and it will be your task to go undercover and get close to him. However, you didn't expect to get too close to him…

As one of Detroit's best cops, you have been involved in undercover operations for years and thanks to your help, several criminals have been caught.

One morning, your boss called you in and told you that the "Oklahoma Wildman", Clement Mansell, is in town, a cruel killer who was once in prison, but was released relatively soon thanks to lawyer, Carolyn Wilder, and has been killing freely ever since. Your job will be to get close to Mansell, to learn as much information about him as possible, so that you can catch him at the right moment.

You learned that Mansell often spends his time at the casino. To be in character, you put on a shirt, jacket and jeans. While you were waiting for him, you started playing on one of the slot machines. Not long after, your person of interest arrived and you saw him sitting down at the poker table. You continued to play on the machine until Mansell left the poker and you walked over to him. He was hitting on one of the waitresses at the bar when you pretended to bump into him.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, sir! I apologize for my clumsiness, I'm just angry as I've lost a small fortune on the slot machine.”

"It's okay, I understand, I can't think straight when I lose money either. Come and have a drink with me!” he invited you in a friendly way. At first glance, you would have believed everything about this charming, attractive man, except that he was a real killer.

After Mansell told you to feel free to call him Clement, he told you a little bit about himself, which you expected because that was the main reason you were there.

"I am a businessman, or I could call myself an entrepreneur. Anyway, I deal with money.” he looked at you mischievously as if he was hiding something from you.

You knew very well about his ”job” and appreciated how strikingly he presented himself. He had something that other criminals didn't have: charisma.

"And what do you do?" he asked you.

"You know, I've been a fan of cars since I was a child and I knew that I wanted to work with them when I grow up. I work in a car dealership, they sell me the car, and I pass it on to whoever needs it." you told him the made up story and then moved closer to him. "I'll tell you that most of these are vehicles that don't have papers, which I know is illegal, but what does that matter these days, right?" you told him with a smug smile. You could see that Clement was into the story and he believed it.

But he liked you even more.

He took your hand and his mouth turned into a sleazy smile.

"How about we continue the evening at my place?" he asked, to which you didn't say anything, just nodded.

Yes, you are on track! It crossed your mind that if you continued to play your role so skillfully, the handcuffs would snap on Mansell's wrists sooner than you thought.

You got into a black Range Rover and Clement drove, even though he had been drinking. Fortunately, he was still able to drive well and you reached his apartment safely.

When you entered, it was dark and only the light of the moon shone through the huge glass windows. You didn't see much of the apartment, but you could tell that it was spacious and it had nice furniture.

You were a little drunk and felt a bit dizzy, but you were sane and tried not to hit anything. Clement took your hand and led you to the window.

"Look at this view! Do you know how cool it is to see this every day?” he told you while hugging you from behind.

"It's really beautiful. My apartment overlooks an apartment building." you said. It was the only true thing you told him about yourself. His body radiated such warmth that you almost melted in his arms… although you attributed that feeling to the alcohol.

He turned you to face him and slowly leaned in to gently kiss you, you let him. You thought that if this is what it takes to get closer to him, then so be it.

He carefully pressed you against the window, resting his palms on the glass and turning his head to kiss you even deeper. You clung to his waist and let yourself drift, immersed in the passionate kiss. You haven't kissed many criminals so far, but you had to admit that Clement kissed you the best. Compared to what you've heard about him, you were surprised how gentle he can be.

His hand moved to remove your jacket before you broke the kiss.

"Wait, don't...look, I'm not that type. I barely know you yet and I don't want to jump into bed, do you understand?" Clement was a little disappointed, but luckily he understood.

"Yes… You know, I find you very interesting and exciting. I'd like to see you again, but only if you want to see me too."

"Of course! I had a great time with you, thank you for the evening.”

"My pleasure!"

You discussed where and when to meet again, and then you called yourself a taxi.

You always tried to meet him in public places. You made up new and more interesting stories about yourself to him, with which you were able to impress him more and thanks to them, he also told more about himself. He confessed to you where he gets money by fraud or by using a gun, and you pretended to be interested in the subject.

During the time you spent with him, you noticed that you were becoming attracted to him. Being attracted to a murderer is quite a dangerous thing...

He was often in your mind, although no longer as the criminal who needed to be caught, but as the hot guy who swept everyone off their feet with his mere appearance alone.

You felt guilty. Clement was like a forbidden fruit to you: you knew he was bad, yet you wanted him.

You didn't have to wait long.

After a few meetings, you ended up at his apartment again and as soon as you entered the door, you were already ripping each other's clothes off. Only the pants remained on both of you, you knelt down without a word, freed Clement's cock and took it in your mouth. It didn't bother him at all that you were already in the middle of things, in fact, he liked it. You sucked him carefully, but firmly, sometimes running your tongue along the sides and tip of it. Whatever you did, he really enjoyed it. He carefully put his hand on your head to guide you a little and to take him even deeper in your mouth. His erotic moans were music to your ears, which made you suck harder and soon you felt hot liquid in your throat. You took him out of your mouth and as soon as you caught your breath, you looked up to see him gasping for air as well. It was good for your self-confidence that you managed to drive such a determined, controlling man crazy.

You stood up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Can't find the words, huh?" you asked with a sexy smile.

"You blew my mind, baby! Just wait, I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you'll even forget your own name!" he said and picked you up to carry you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. He pulled your pants off, then took off his own and knelt on the bed, between your legs. He slowly started caressing the inner part of your thighs, then he got closer and closer to your most intimate part.

"Gosh Clement, why are you torturing me like this?" you asked him half impatiently, half laughing.

"Really good things take time, darling!" he said, then grabbed a pillow. "Lift your hips." he said firmly and placed the pillow under your ass, intending to penetrate you as deeply as possible. He started stroking himself, even though he was hard enough again and he leaned in to kiss you. He returned to his starting position, then put his dick in you and lifted your legs up by your ankles. He kept his promise and soon he was fucking you fast and hard. You bit your lip and moaned and groaned. One of your hands was clutching the sheet and with the other you started masturbating.

"Damn, Y/N, you know how to drive me crazy!" he said amidst fast paced hip movements and loud moans. Clement fucked you so ferally that for a moment you were thinking that he was called ”wildman” for a reason, because it seemed that he can be wild in other, pleasant areas of life as well...

After sex, you rested a bit, then went for another round, after which you fell asleep as if you had been knocked out. You could hardly get out of bed in the morning, but you didn't mind it, because Clement gave you pleasure you hadn't had in a long time.

You have realized two things: firstly, what a good lover Clement is, and secondly, that you feel very comfortable with him. You had to remind yourself that he is a killer to watch out for, even if he was having sexy time between the sheets with you…

You didn't see each other for a few days, because Clement had something to do - you guessed what - and you went to your boss's office and told him what you had learned about Mansell. You obviously didn't tell him what happened in the bedroom.

Next time you were at your place. Clement looked around your apartment, made a few comments, and after dinner, which you prepared to please him, you ended up in bed again. This time you weren't so wild, you took your time. You undressed each other slowly, kissed all over each other's body, then you lay on your side and Clement fucked you from behind. This romp was more intimate and passionate than the previous one.

The next day you didn't find Clement in bed. You thought he had left, but when you went into the kitchen, he was sitting at the table with your police badge in the middle.

Fuck. You knew you were in big trouble.

"Sit down!" Clement said demandingly. At any other time, you wouldn't have tolerated someone talking to you like that in your own apartment, but this time was different. You sat next to him at the table and saw in his eyes that he would like to hit you. Or worse, shoot you.

"What is this?" he asked quietly but angrily. "Are you a fucking cop?"

"How did you find it?" you asked scared.

"I was looking for a pen and thought, since here is a desk in the living room, I would find one there. I reached into the drawer and found this instead.” he said pointing his finger at the badge.

You didn't say anything because it had obviously dawned on him that you really were a cop.

"Why didn't you tell me? Huh? Why did you lie?" he asked angrily.

"I didn't lie, I just didn't give myself away."

"So you just made up everything you said about yourself?"

"Yes." Clement thought to himself for a while.

"I think you also have a gun somewhere. You’re lucky I didn't find it, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here now."

The situation was very awkward and you felt helpless. You ruined weeks of work with one small mistake...Why didn’t you hid your badge along with your gun?

"I think I better go now." he said, then got up from the table and went to the bedroom to get dressed. You didn't follow him and when he walked out the door, you didn't stop him. Even though Clement didn't hurt you physically, you still felt like he slapped you in the face.

Slowly, more than a week has passed since your fall out. You didn't dare tell your boss, instead you lied to him that Clement hadn't said anything useful, or that he had something to do and you two wouldn't see each other for a few days. You were very afraid that your blunder would come to light, because it could even cost your job.

One night someone knocked on your door, you were surprised that it was Clement. He wanted you to let him in, he wanted to talk to you. You went to the living room and started to explain to him.

"Clement, I..."

"Wait! Let me tell you something. Look…I've had a lot of feelings swirling since the fight. At first I was very angry, but as I thought more about you and what you were doing right now, it turned into something more serious and deep. I don't know and I don't want to explain. It's just that there's something about you that I simply couldn't forget you."

You couldn't decide if he really said all this honestly, or if he was just pretending so he can kill you. Although you had learned to pick up on the smallest signs in body language during your career as a police officer, you felt he was telling the truth.

"You know, I also thought about you a lot and it's true that I didn't tell you the truth, my feelings for you were real. And they still are.”

Clement turned away for a moment, as if he didn't want you to see him get caught up in his feelings.

"Really? Aren't you going to arrest me?”

"No. After all that, I wouldn't be able to do it." He was visibly relieved to hear this. You stood in silence for a few minutes. There were many things you wanted to say, but you listened to your feelings instead and kissed each other.

After this, you slept with each other several times, sometimes at his place, sometimes at your place. As your feelings for each other deepened, your love makings became more romantic. You knew that the circumstances were not easy and that there would be consequences, you did not concern yourself with that.

The only thing that mattered to you was the two of you and your love for each other.

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[ilovewhiteroses]

It Was A Pleasure Doing Business With You

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Accountant Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: This fanfic was requested by @spider-bren Thank you for the idea, love!🥰🥰

Clement demanded money from you, which you didn't have, so you had to pay him some other way…

Clement and Sweety were looking at Judge Guy's book at the former's apartment to see who else they could squeeze money out of. Sweety sipped from the drink filled for him while Clement flipped through the book, humming a White Stripes song to himself. He spoke after a few minutes.

"Hm, I know this name." Sweety asked who it was and he told him the name.

"It's familiar to me too, I've seen it in advertisements. They are an accountant and I've heard they are pretty good."

"How someone can be good at the most boring job in the world is a mystery to me, but if you say so." He said cynically and handed the book to his friend, then lit a cigarette. "Listen, what if only I went to get the money now, while you fix your bar." Sweety wasn't too happy about this, knowing that Clement would lose his temper quickly, but he also had to renovate the bar, so he agreed to the request. The blond man looked up the accountant's name on the internet to get their phone number.

After dinner, you were washing the dishes when your phone rang. You wiped your hands and picked it up.

“Hello, Y/N!” a deep male voice spoke into the phone.

"Good evening, how can I help you?" you asked politely.

"Well, I have a book with your name in it and as far as I know, being in it is not good. If you don't want to be in it, bring me $15,000.” You got scared as soon as you heard this. You remembered that a few months ago you had a fight with Alvin Guy over money and that's probably why he included you in the book. If this is how you can get your name out of it, than there is no other choice.

"Um, okay, fine." The man told you exactly where and when to meet.

After you hung up, you thought about the call. The man's voice was familiar to you from somewhere.

The next evening, you arrived at a rooftop parking lot. The place was empty and you were waiting for the man in your car. A black Range Rover arrived. The man got out of it, and you also got out of your own car. When you got closer to him, you saw that it was Clement Mansell, an old acquaintance of yours from college. He dropped out, while you finished.

"Wait a minute! Is that really you? Damn, you haven't aged a day!” he said surprised.

"Yeah, and I can say the same to you. Though you've only changed a little." You told him with a slight smile.

"What are you doing in the Judge’s book? What happened?" he asked with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to one side.

"Oh, well… In addition to accounting, in order to have even more money, I also started money laundering, which Alvin also got involved in. Everything went well for a while, then one day we had this big fight and I think he wrote me in it in anger.

"Shiiit! Money laundering? Damn, you naughty! I thought you were the epitome of innocence!” He said, grinning widely. "Well, let's not waste time! Did you bring the money or what?” He looked at you curiously.

"Well, actually, no."

"No? What do you mean by no? Are you fucking kidding me?" Clement buried his face in his hands and then looked at the sky in anger. "Fuck, I can’t believe it!"

"You think you're the first one who tried to blackmail me? I'm not stupid, of course I didn't bring the money!"

You argued with each other for a good few minutes before you came up with something.

"Listen, I have an idea. What would you say if I pay you in some other way?” You asked biting your lip. The truth is that you secretly had a crush on Clem in college and over the years he just got even hotter…

He looked at you with slightly disapproving eyebrows.

"Wait what? No, I need cash! Although…” He held his chin and thought. "Hm, if I think of it, I've known you for a long time and it's also true that you look damn good..." Suddenly he went up to you and kissed you on the lips. "I have only one condition: we do it in my car and we listen to my tape on which I sing!" He said and you continued the kiss, walking to his car.

He used to sing back then, too and was very keen on his own voice, so you were not surprised by his request.

You got into the back seat of his car, he started playing the tape and then joined you. Once you heard his cover of Seven Nation Army, you started making out and quickly undressed, you didn't want to waste time. You crumpled your clothes and threw them on the seats in front of you and Clement positioned himself so that you sat on him in a riding position and placed him inside you. Everything happened so fast that you even missed the foreplay, but none of you cared. You slowly started to move on his cock and held onto his shoulders with your hands.

“Shit, Y/N! You're not so innocent anymore, are you? I love how bad you've gotten!” He told you with his head thrown back, hands clasped behind it. He grinned smugly as he listened to his own voice and looked at you as you were fucking yourself on him, your ass slapping against his thighs.

"Let’s changed position." he said without any sign and within seconds you found yourself lying on your back on the seat. He leaned in and gave you a quick tongue kiss before moving down to your thighs and biting softly on one and then the other. You moaned and mumbled a low "Fuck". He placed his cock back into you and began to move with quick hip movements. He leaned forward, buried his face in your neck, you were scratching his back and your feet were hitting the roof of the car. You were so into it, it was a wonder the vehicle didn't overturn from the passionate fucking. This is exactly how you imagined Clem during sex: wild and quite selfish, who gets straight to the point.

"You're so sexy, so filthy! You're having sex with me in my stolen car, what would you say if the police caught us right now, at this very moment?" He asked between lustful moans. It certainly wasn't the sexiest dirty talk you've ever heard, but at least it gave you a good chuckle. You closed your eyes and felt him move inside you, your sweaty bodies almost stuck to the leather car seat.

After you came – first him, then you – you stayed like that for a few more minutes, then Clem slowly and carefully pulled himself out of you. He leaned forward and took out a roll of toilet paper from the glove compartment, from which he tore off a larger piece, which he used to clean up your mess, you also wiped yourself as best you could. After you felt that your skin was sufficiently dry, you reached for your clothes on the front seat and slowly got dressed. It wasn't comfortable to have sex in such a situation, you thought to yourself. Clem also put on his clothes and then turned to you.

"Well, what can I say, this round was worth the 15 thousand dollars. I'm not usually that generous, but for the sake of old acquaintance and the damn good sex, I'm tearing your page out of the book.” He took the small book and in front of your eyes he actually tore out the page and gave it to you. You gave him a kiss on the cheek in gratitude.

You both got out of the car and before you got into your own, he said to you.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you! We can meet another time, if you feel like it." Clem said suggestively with a mischievous wink, then waved at you and walked towards his own car.

You went home in a good mood.

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[ilovewhiteroses]

Dance For Me

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Female Exotic Dancer Reader Genre: Smut with a little fluff and humour Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+ Note: Partly inspired by the 2019 movie, Hustlers

You and Clement first met at your workplace. You started hanging out as friends, but things escalated later…

Yesterday was 3 years since you started working at your current workplace. The strip club, called Gentlemen's Club, was opened in 2017 by Darrell Mahoney, who was inspired by Las Vegas shows to open an elegant, tasteful place for wealthy men - and on Saturdays, women - who not only enjoy nudity, but also art. The entrance fee was 50 dollars and the guests had to comply with only a few things: on one hand, they must have money, on the other, they must be respectful of the dancing girls and not touch them, otherwise they will be banned from the place.

Darrell approached you after he saw you pole dancing in another club in a slightly tipsy state and thought you were quite good at it. He gave you his number, and although you hesitated at first, because you were still working at the post office at the time, and you weren't an experienced pole dancer, you finally went for it, because it occurred to you that in one night at the club, you could earn several times your postal salary. You finally said yes to his request and Darrell sent you to a pro to learn the most important moves.

You worked at the club as a second job for a while, then you quit your post office job due to an incident. Since then, working at the club became your main job and during the day you worked as a delivery girl.

You didn't regret your decision.

You made new friends and pole dancing was also a great physical exercise, thanks to which your stamina improved much, not to mention that as a woman, it was very flattering to you that handsome men were watching your every move and throw lots of money on stage.

Your outfit tonight consisted of a shirt, suit, black pants and tie, and you also put a hat on your head. You went out on stage and the music started, the lights shone in pink, purple and blue colours and all the men's eyes were on you. With slow but dynamic movements, you threw off your hat, took off your suit, tore off your pants, while also moving your hips seductively. You took off your tie, which you used to draw two lucky men close to you and at the climax of the song, you tore off your shirt and continued your performance in a golden bra and panties. This time you put emphasis on the pole, doing all the main moves. Sometimes you leaned against it, sometimes you spun on it, and then you crawled on all fours to the end of the stage, where you took off your bra and pressed a pile of money to your chest. The audience went wild and crazy for you. You noticed in the distance a blond man in a leather jacket who looked at you with a piercing gaze, so much so that the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth.

After the bouncers collected your money and you were dressed in a slightly more comfortable, but still sexy outfit, you went out among the guests to ask them if anyone wanted a private dance from you. The blond man started going towards you but a guy in a suit was faster than him so you went with him to one of the private rooms.

A few days later, you performed a slower, more sensual dance for the audience. When you finished, you asked the guests again who would like a dance from you. Someone called you by your stage name behind your back. You turned around and it was the blond man in the leather jacket. His hair was a bit messy and he had extended goatee facial hair. He was smiling flirtatiously.

"Hello! Would you like a dance?” you asked him casually.

"Well, I'd like to, but not dance. Something else..." he told you suggestively. You were a little offended. You were about to tell him to fuck off when he continued.

"I'd like you to have a drink with me at the bar."

You thought the request was a bit unusual, but you agreed with one condition.

"Okay, but you still have to pay as if I danced." you said firmly.

The man reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and took out 200 dollars, which he waved in front of you.

Within a few minutes you were sitting at the bar. The man ordered vodka for both of you and you found out his name was Clement and he was from Oklahoma. He said that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend and what he was doing now. He had a bad boy vibe going on, but you had a sense that he was hiding something more.

Now it was your turn and you were telling the story of how you became an exotic dancer.

"My father is typically the type who is basically married to his work than to his own wife and because of that he was hardly at home, missing a lot of birthdays and other family events. I think this is why I got into stripping. I never had my dad’s attention, so now I’m getting it from random men."

"I'm sorry that your father is like this. I never knew mine." Clement said sadly. You continued your story.

"I used to work at the post office as service clerk. One night, my boss at the time came to the club, and of course he recognized me right away. I told him that if I danced for him he would not fire me, but he wanted to fuck me instead, so I quit."

"Fuckin’ asshole!" Clement shook his head.

"Yeah. So, since then, this has been my main job, and I deliver goods as a side job."

"That's cool!” he said and drank the rest of the vodka. “Listen, I have to go, but would you like to meet again?” he asked, looking at you curiously.

He was very handsome, that’s for sure, but because of your latest break up, you were careful with such requests.

"Look, if that's what you mean, I'm not ready to date right now."

"Then let's just hang out together, let’s say, as two friends. What do you think?"

"That’s okay for me." you answered slightly unsure, because you had only just met him and he already regarded you as a friend.

You went over your schedule in your phone and it turned out that you are free the following Saturday. You decided to go bowling.

Since you met Clement, you've been to the casino and a shooting range. The latter because you wanted to know what it feels like to shoot something. When you were a teenager, you stole your father's gun to try it out, but before you could use it, you were caught and severely scolded.

You watched Clement as he skillfully shot the paper targets. He looked hot while doing it, but on second thought, he seemed suspiciously professional… After the shooting range, you went to dinner.

"Where do you want to go now?" Clement asked after you left the restaurant and got into his car. Meanwhile, he started the engine.

You weren't tired yet and you felt like the night was still young.

"To your place." you told him while looking deep into his eyes.

He raised one eyebrow and flashed a seductive smile, then stepped on the gas.

Clement's place was an elegant penthouse crash pad, like something out of IKEA, with stylish, modern furniture and tall, glass windows that gave a breath taking view of Detroit. It looked so nice, you wanted to move in right away.

"Cool huh?" he asked proudly while taking off his leather jacket as you looked around. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, no, thank you." you were so engrossed in inspecting the apartment that it occurred to you seconds later that he was asking you.

Clement opened a cold beer for himself and leaned against the counter and began to drink.

"How long have you been living here?" you asked him.

"Since.. Um, a few weeks, months?”

"There is some difference between weeks and months." you said with a chuckle but had some doubts. You felt as if Clement was a stranger in his own apartment. What is it that he doesn't know exactly how long he has been living here?

"Few weeks. Yes. Sorry, the days just flow together." he said with pouting lips.

“I see.” you nodded.

After some silence, you asked him if he would show you the rest of the apartment. Clement put down the bottle and kindly showed you what was behind the sliding door.

"This is the bedroom, to the right is the bathroom, and to the left is the wardrobe." he pointed to the rooms you had not seen before.

"That's a pretty big bed!" all of a sudden that was all you could say and then you looked at Clement who was amused by this. You quickly looked away from him.

Maybe a little drink would have been good after all, then you wouldn't have been embarrassed like a little girl

"Look at you, little miss naughty!" he said cheerfully and raised his eyebrows. You both had a good laugh at this and went back to the living room.

"I changed my mind, I would like a drink."

"Really? What do you want? I have vodka, can that be?” he asked as he looked at the drinks in the minibar.

"That will be good." you said. Clement took out two glasses and poured the drink into them. You drank yours as fast as you could so that the alcohol could kick in soon and you could relax pleasantly.

The fact that you were dancing for men wasn't such a big deal to you since it was your job, but now that you were alone with Clement it seemed too intimate.

Which of course you didn't mind at all.

When he saw that you were already relaxed, he made a request to you.

"Do you remember when I didn't want you to dance, I just wanted you to have a drink with me? Well, now if possible, I'd take the opportunity and I'd like us to pretend we're in the club, I would sit in the armchair and you would dance for me. In clothes of course, you don't have to take them off if you don’t want to. What do you think?" he asked, looking at you in such a way that you would have preferred to push him onto the bed you saw earlier, so that you would do something to him that he would not forget for a long time.

"Okay. Lower the lights a bit to make the room cozier."

Clement winked at you and went to the wall to lower the intensity of the light, then sat in one of the armchairs. To make it even more effective, you took out your phone and started the playlist, which had particularly sensual songs.

"You know the rules: Everything for the eyes nothing for the hands!" you said running both hands through your hair and started swaying your hips.

"Damn, baby!" Clement said a little displeased and tilted his head to the side. "Okay, so be it!" he finally said resignedly.

You continued swinging your hips and did your usual slow and sexy moves. You went around him, put your hands on his shoulders then slowly moved them down to his chest. You walked over to him and sat on his lap with your back, grinding your ass.

"Fuck!" he said and bent his head back for a moment, while tightly gripping the two armrests of the armchair. He was - literally - having a hard time not touching you.

You leaned back and stroked his cheek. He couldn't take it anymore. He let go of the armrests and reached up to your chest with his hands, squeezing your breasts. He started kneading them gently, which turned you on…

You moaned softly and then turned your head so that you could kiss each other. Clement carefully slipped his tongue into your mouth, making you wet and both of you moaning lustily.

You stood up, then he too, and continued kissing and started to pull each other's clothes off. When you had nothing on, you carefully ran your fingertips over the tattoo of two birds on his chest.

"Oh, so pretty!" you said.

"You like it?" Clement asked, and you bit your lip in response.

He sat you on the couch with your ass on the edge. He leaned in to kiss you and moved on to your neck, your breasts, then went lower, he kissed your inner thighs gently. You felt his facial hair scratching lightly on your sensitive skin, but it wasn't unpleasant, in fact, it made you even more excited.

Your heart was racing and your clit was throbbing.

You moaned loudly as you felt his tongue on your most sensitive spot. Clement spread your legs a little wider to get even closer to you. As he was pleasuring you with his tongue, he slowly and carefully caressed your thighs and breasts with his hands. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes to make the feeling even more intense. You ran one hand through his hair, while the other gripped the sofa seat. It was so good that you kept telling him not to stop. To make you lose your mind even more, he inserted two fingers into you, which he moved in and out. Your moans almost turned into screams and you came with such force that your whole body trembled. When you calmed down somewhat and you opened your eyes, Clement was still kneeling in front of you. He licked his lips and wiped your remaining juices from his mouth with his hand.

"Baby, if I could, I would eat you out till the morning, but now I have other plans." he said in a purring voice and kissed you. "I'll put on a condom."

You nodded and couldn't wait for the continuation, he returned immediately. You stood up and this time you sat him down on the couch. You sat on him in a riding position and put his cock inside you. You were so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you thought you would cum just from this little contact. You held onto his shoulders and slowly began to move up and down his cock, moving your hips back and forth.

"Oh my god, baby, you're so good!" Clement groaned, tilting his head back. He guided you on his cock by your hips, his hands slid down to your ass and squeezed your cheeks The sound of fucking and loud moans filled the room.

He sat up and stood up with you, then slowly laid on the carpet with you so that you could finish the sex there and bring you to climax again…

You opened your eyes and found yourself in his bed. The room was getting brighter, because the sun was already waking up outside. You felt Clement's muscular arm around your waist. You stroked it and turned to face him.

"Good morning!" he greeted you with a sleepy look. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Yesterday’s exercise was phenomenal." you said with a chuckle. Clement also smiled and pulled you closer. You felt that he was hard…

"I think you know what I'm thinking." he said, in that sexy voice again. You looked under the covers, then at him and something occurred to you.

"How about we take a shower and I'll give you the best blow job ever?"

Clement narrowed his eyes and pretended to think.

"It's hard to say no to such a tempting offer, but I don’t want to ruin the fun. If you'll be a good girl, after it I'll make you the most delicious breakfast you ever had."

[ilovewhiteroses]

A Fun Game

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff, smut Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: 18+ Note: Requested by my dear friend, @spider-bren🥰

Your boyfriend, Clement was never the romantic type, but with what he planned for you for your anniversary, he proved that he can be, if he wants to...

You opened your eyes and saw the rays of the sun behind the curtain. You stretched, then wished good morning to Clem, your boyfriend. You reached behind you to touch him, but when you felt only the empty bedsheet, you immediately turned around. He was nowhere. You were a little scared, even though you knew he would have told you if he had to leave early. Instead, you found a piece of paper that read:

Hey baby! I'm sorry I had to leave earlier, but I had a good reason. You know, we've been together for a year soon, and I thought I'd come up with something for this occasion. I won't tell you where I went, you have to find me. I left messages in various places telling you where to go. So you know I'm serious about this, I took the scarf that you love so much with me as a pledge.

The first place you have to go is the flower shop.

See you soon!

It dawned on you that you will indeed be together for a year soon. To be honest, you weren't much in the mood for this, but you knew that if Clem came up with something, that’s how it should be, and he also took your favorite scarf, which your beloved grandmother had crocheted for you back then.

You showered, had breakfast and left for the flower shop.

You arrived and looked around to see if Clem had left something for you somewhere in front of the shop, but finding nothing, so you went in. You looked at the many beautiful flowers, but still couldn't find anything. You went to the seller, to whom you told that your boyfriend had left a message for you. She asked your name and brought an envelope. She said that a few days ago a young man came here and entrusted her with giving this to you. You were surprised at Clem's attention to detail.

You opened it.

If you're reading this, it means you've successfully completed the first mission! Next stop will be the coffee shop, you know, the place where we had our first date.

Oh, the coffee shop! You remembered how nervous you were when he'd first invited you there, and how well you'd settled into his company later. After some nostalgia, you headed there.

In order not to waste time, as soon as you arrived, you immediately went to the counter and told the barista your name, thinking that if they were expecting you at the previous place, they were probably expecting you here as well. You were right and the young man brought the next envelope. This time, Clem directed you to the most expensive restaurant in town, where you had your second date.

You asked the waiter there if they had left something for you and you were right again. You realized that there was a person everywhere that Clem had assigned to give the envelopes containing his messages to you. For the rest of the day, your next stops were the liquor store and the pet store. The former because when Clem had a successful business, he bought a couple of expensive drinks as a celebration, and the latter because he knew how much you love puppies and kittens.

You finally received the last message, in that Clem sent you to a luxury hotel. You were a little tired of walking around all day and the only thing you wanted was to see your boyfriend. You hoped that you would finally meet at the hotel.

You found out which room he had booked. You went up, and when you opened the door, you couldn’t believe your eyes: rose petals were scattered on the floor, a bottle of chilled champagne was on the table in the middle of the room, and you also found your scarf, it was on the arm of the armchair. You were very surprised, because Clem and romance couldn’t be more further from each other, but of course deep down you were moved by how considerate he was.

You went to get your scarf when he emerged from the bathroom.

"Hey baby! You're finally here, I've been waiting for you!" he said sweetly and walked over to you and kissed you softly. You put your arms around his neck and gave him a longer, deep kiss.

"What's all the fuss about? Others do this after many anniversaries. When did you have time to organize all this?”

"Look, a year is not a short time and I thought I would surprise you with something you would never have expected from me. When I told you I was going to the bar, that's when I went to the locations and arranged everything. I also told the trustees what you look like so they would know who to hand the envelopes to. I hope you had a good day and liked this fun little game." he said and a big smile appeared on his face.

"Well, you really surprised me! At first I wasn't too keen on it, but since most places I had to go to are memorable for us, I enjoyed it much more. It was very imaginative and creative, you were clever with it!” you complimented him and kissed each other again. Clem took the two glasses on the table, handed one to you and filled them with cold champagne.

"Happy one year, baby!".

"For you as well, dear!" you said and toasted. After drinking, you put your glasses down, then he pulled you close and you started rocking gently.

"Tell me, what do you want to do next?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm, I think you know that." you answered him teasingly and stroked his chest softly.

He didn't need any more, he took your hand and led you to the bedroom. He didn't even give you time to look around, you were already pressed by him against the wall and started kissing passionately.

"If you only knew how much I've been waiting for this!" he said between kisses and took off his shirt, then your top and started kissing your chest, moving down. He stopped at your stomach and pulled off your pants and underwear, then he took you in his arms and fell on the bed with you. During kissing, your tongues met and you ran your fingers through his hair. Clem stood up for a moment to remove his pants before returning to you. You were so caught up in desire that a fog took over your mind and all you could feel was him pleasuring you down there. He always did that so well, if you just thought about it, you almost came. His tongue moved around your familiar parts, kissing you while caressing your thighs with his hands, then his fingers took the place of his mouth. He caressed you with expert movements, then inserted a finger into you and started moving it in and out. Your eyes remained closed the whole time because it made the feeling even more intense, but you couldn't wait for him to put his cock inside you.

As if he heard your thoughts, Clem's hands slid to your chest, then he leaned closer to you.

"God, babe, you are so sexy, I love the way your body reacts to my touch." he said and kissed your neck. You opened your eyes and looked deep into his. You pulled your knees up, he reached down to his cock and carefully placed himself inside you.

He was usually wild and passionate, but this time he was slow and gentle. You hugged each other and kissed each other's necks and shoulders. Your bodies moved rhythmically and gently, your soft, erotic sighs and moans filled the room. When you were both close to climax, you locked your fingers together and came at the same time …

After making love, you stayed like that for a while, on and in each other, you lovingly caressed Clem's back and hair.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening!" you told him and kissed his head.

"Thank you too. I’m glad to have you in my life!"

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[ilovewhiteroses]

We Are Not So Different After All

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Con Artist Reader Genre: Smut with humour Warnings: Sexual and adult themes, cursing Rating: 18+

After you failed to rob him and had to reveal him what do you do for a living, Clement realised the opportunities and asked you to join him and Sandy in their money making shenanigans...

You were at Sweety's bar and you saw a handsome man by the jukebox, cheerfully singing. The song was familiar to you and you also started singing and approached him.

"You have good taste in music!" he praised you when the song ended and another began. "I'm Clement." he introduced himself to you and you told him your name.

"Well, Clement, now that we know each other, would you like to have a drink with me?" you asked, gently stroking his arm, to which he smiled.

"Okay!"

You went to the bar and Clement asked Sweety for two Strohs. You noticed how good the relationship between the two men was and you asked Clement about it.

"Good ol’ Sweety and I have been friends for years."

“That’s nice.” you said smiling.

The hours passed and Clement started to get more and more drunk while you stayed sober as you just pretended to drink and poured most of your drinks behind your back. At one point, he took off his black leather jacket, put it on his chair and told you that he is going to the restroom. When he was out of sight and no one else saw you, you reached into his jacket to find money or a credit card. To your annoyance, you didn't find anything and when you put the jacket back in its place, you turned around and found yourself facing Clement, who was giving you a very angry look. Suddenly you didn't know what to say and could only gulp.

"What the fuck were you looking for in my jacket? Money?” Clement asked, so angry that he sobered up immediately. He put on the garment. "Bad news for you: it's here." he said and pulled out a small wad of money from the pocket of his dark jeans, which he put in the chest pocket of his jacket. "Look, if you tell me why you did it, maybe I won't make a scene." he said menacingly.

You were so mad at yourself for being so clumsy. You were forced to tell him the truth.

"Are you a cop?" you asked before confessing.

"No."

"Okay. Well, look. I've been doing this for years. I'm nice to people, I become friends with them and when the time is right, I steal their money." you felt embarrassed for having to say all this, but Clement's reaction surprised you. Just when you thought he was going to hurt you, his face softened and he seemed to look at you with understanding.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Hm. So you're a con artist. Looks like we are not so different after all." he said, now smiling.

"What do you mean?" you asked him confused.

"My girl Sandy and I do basically the same thing. I give the idea, she does the job. She seduces men, and when we have the chance, we steal their money together."

You felt relieved. What luck! Your evening could easily have turned out worse.

Clement's eyes lit up.

"Hey, since we both do the same thing, wouldn't you like to join us? The three of us would get more money and, of course, would divide it into three."

You thought about the offer. You were good on your own and so far everything went well, but sometimes it was quite tiring to work alone.

"Alright, I'll join!" you said enthusiastically.

"Great! Let's meet here tomorrow afternoon, I'll bring Sandy and introduce you to her, and then we'll figure out the rest together." Clement said, rubbing his palms, barely able to hide his excitement.

The next day you went to the bar at the appointed time. Clement introduced you to Sandy, his girlfriend, who was already pleasantly high from weed and offered you too, but you didn't take it.

Clement sat you down at the bar while Sweety poured you all a drink.

"Okay, I'll tell you how we gonna do this. I told Sandy about you and she said she'll get you a job at the casino, which would be good because you'd be twice as efficient together." Clement said enthusiastically.

"Really?" you asked looking at Sandy.

"Yes. There is also a guy I am “dating” now, his name is Skender Lulgjuraj. He is Albanian and a real moneybag.” she said and Clement winked.

"I see." You started thinking about how you could work with the blonde girl.

"What would you say to Sandy and I flirting with potential candidates, getting them drunk and stealing their credit cards? You have to go for the cards, because there is more money on them than what guys usually carry with themselves in cash." you told him and her your idea, which they both thought about.

"I like the way you are thinking." Clement said with narrowed eyes and a sly smile, Sandy liked the idea too. "Okay, we got this. You go to the casino with Sandy and the job can start soon. Come on, let’s drink to that!”

Few days later, you found yourself in the casino in your waiter's clothes and you were taking a few drinks to one of the roulette tables for the guests. You looked at the clothes and accessories of each of them, because they revealed a lot about their wearers. When you saw that one of the guests was wearing a presumably real, expensive watch, you approached him and started flirting with him. When he got bored of the game, you asked him seductively.

"Would you like to party with me and my friend?". The man nodded so fiercely that his head almost fell off. "Okay, but let's have a drink first."

You went to the bar, where Sandy was already waiting for you. The two of you just pretended to drink, but after a few drinks, the guy could hardly speak and his thinking seemed to slow down, so at a certain moment Sandy took out his wallet from his suit, took out his credit card, and then put the wallet back as if nothing had happened. Once you were done with that, you called him a taxi and two security guards took the drunk man away from you.

Then you carried out another such action during the evening, and after work Clement picked you up and you went to the nearest ATM. You took as much money from both cards as was enough for you then went to Clement and Sandy's apartment, where you celebrated the first successful job together.

You continued like this.

You discussed with Sandy that you would rather rob three people during the night, after you made sure that the person had money. In most cases you were good, but were not always lucky. There were times when the person didn't want to drink with you, or it turned out that he had just lost all his money, or he got so drunk that you couldn't help but slap him to come to his senses. It also happened that a guy's wife suddenly appeared, so you were forced to retreat.

After a while, you collected so much money that Clement could hardly count it.

"My darlings, Daddy is very proud of you!" he said, being in his tighty whities and kimono and gave you and Sandy a kiss on the head. You and the blonde girl sat in front of the TV eating potato chips. Her phone rang, it was Skender. While she stepped aside to make a phone call, Clement sat down next to you on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table.

"What’s up with this Skender guy?" you asked Clement, biting into a chip.

"He supposedly has a secret hiding place or room and I think he keeps a safe full of money there, then when the time comes, Sandy and I will rob him. You can come with us if you want to." he told you.

"And how long have they been together?"

"Maybe a couple of weeks."

"And they sleep together?" at this question, Clement was silent for a moment and just looked in front of him.

"Probably." you could sense some bitterness in his voice. Sure, the money was the motivating force, but you could see in Clement that he wasn't comfortable with his girlfriend sleeping with another man, no matter how hard he tried to hide it from you. "But hopefully it won't be like this for long and then we'll go to an exotic beach where we can relax." he said and rubbed your shoulder as a sign that they would take you with them, because without you they wouldn't have managed to get so much money.

It was good for you that they took you in and that Clement treated you as an equal, not like Sandy, whom he scolded for smoking too much weed and complained to you about her.

You wanted to talk to Clement about this, but Sandy just got back.

After another couple of successful money making actions, you and Clement were alone in the apartment, and Sandy was spending time at Skender's.

You were in bed leaning against the headboard and talking. Clement was again in his tighty whities, you were wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

He told you what he was doing while you and Sandy were busy at the casino. Of course, he spent most of his time at Sweety's bar, other times he negotiated with his lawyer, Carolyn Wilder, or went to rob a few people.

"Just the usual." he said to you and smoked his cigarette. This time you lit one too. "It's good that you don't smoke weed, Sandy often takes it too far."

"I tried it once, but I almost choked on it, so I've been avoiding it if possible, but the smell doesn't bother me." you said and you also smoked your cigarette and then blew smoke rings.

"See? I’m telling you, that shit is dangerous!” Clement said and you both laughed, then he suddenly put on a serious face. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Would you sleep with someone just to get their money?" Clement asked, looking at you with almost sad eyes. You knew what he was thinking and you were glad that he asked, because it meant that he also wanted to continue your last conversation.

"No, I would never go that far, my dignity would not allow it. I'd rather get the fuck out of there than give my body for a stranger's money. I hope you understand."

"Yes, of course, and I appreciate your honesty." he said and put out his cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table. "Look, I love Sandy, but not like I used to. Of course, it's good that we get money together and everything, but at the same time, it bothers me that she's also sleeping with Skender. To tell the truth, sometimes I get a little bored of her and I have the feeling that I want to be with someone else too, if you know what I mean."

"Yes." you nodded and put out your cigarette, then you took his hand. You were understanding and compassionate with him.

"Unfortunately, it's like this, you can't do anything about it. Just because we steal money from others we are human too with feelings. That's why I always worked alone, so that my emotions wouldn't influence me." Clement looked at you with wide eyes.

"Wow! I don't know when was the last time I heard such sensible thoughts. You can't really talk about such things with Sandy, not to mention she doesn't like the White Stripes. How can you not love that band? They are fuckin’ amazing!"

"Really? I love them too!” you told him, and then you started singing 'I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself' by the band together, which was actually a cover. Clement had a surprisingly good voice, as you had already noticed during your first meeting.

When you finished the song, you both moved at the same time and kissed each other. You kissed like your life depended on it and you only stopped when Clement pulled off your t-shirt and shorts and you pulled off his underwear. It wasn't long before you were lying under him and caressing each other's bodies. During kissing your tongues touched gently, you playfully bit Clement's lower lip, then his neck, and you turned so that you were now on top. You reached down to Clement's cock and started stroking him.

"Hmm, look how greedy you are! You want my cock, honey? You want to feel it in yourself, right?” he asked in his sexy, deep voice and pulled you close by your neck for another tongue kiss.

"Yes!" you gasped, feeling the lust taking over your body and fog started to cover your thoughts. Clement reached into the nightstand drawer and cursed.

"Shit, I don’t have condom. What if we do it with the pull-out method?”

"Okay, just let's do it, I want you so much!"

You sat on him in a reverse riding position and put his hard cock inside you. You pulled your knees up and supported yourself with both arms behind your back. He clasped his hands at the back of his head and with a smug smile he watched you moving on him. In order to reach orgasm sooner, you touched yourself.

"Oh baby, you're so tight, ah!" Clement said, gripping your hip with one hand.

You were so consumed by desire that you didn't even care if Sandy walked in and saw you two fucking.

Your knees started to tire, so you pulled Clement out of you and lay on your stomach, raising your ass up. He took the hint and knelt behind you. He caressed your round butt with his palm, then he grabbed it and put himself back inside you.

"Oh baby, you're so good!" he said between moans and moved his hips in a fast rhythm, so much so that you could feel his balls slapping against your skin.

The bed started to creak from the intense movements and you were sweating like you had run a marathon. Clement waited until you reached your orgasm and then he too was getting closer to it. He pulled himself out of you and came on your back, you could feel the hot fluid dripping off you. He laid on his back next to you, and you spread your legs out and lay on your stomach, gasping.

"Should I wipe your back?" Clement asked with a chuckle, now satisfied and in a better mood.

"No need, I'm going to shower anyway. What…what are we going to tell Sandy?”

"Nothing. She doesn’t need to know about this." he said and leaned in for a kiss. "This should be our little secret." he winked at you and you smiled to yourself.

"We can do this another time." you told him teasingly. Clement raised an eyebrow, apparently liking the idea.

"When Sandy isn't at home, you and I will fuck everywhere in the apartment!"

[ilovewhiteroses]

My Fanfics

THE CORINTHIAN (FROM NETFLIX'S ‘THE SANDMAN’):

You Cast A Spell On Me - Series Summary: You are a witch in your 30s, living in Los Angeles and working as a fantasy writer. You went to a bar one night and met The Corinthian there. You found eachother attractive and after chatting a little bit, you decided to go to Your place… Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader Warnings: fantasy elements, smut, adult themes, angst, horror themes, mentions of violence Rating: 18+

Workplace Affair - Series Summary:  You worked as a librarian in the Dreaming. At first, you and The Corinthian couldn't stand each other, although you secretly had a crush on him. However, you didn't expect that Corinthian felt the same way about you… Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Librarian of The Dreaming Reader Warnings: Rivalry, mutual pining, knife play, smut (sex at different places)   Rating: 18+

Keeping Secrets - Series Summary: After it turns out you're both working on the same case, you and The Corinthian team up to track down one of the country's most dangerous criminals. Although you are getting to know each other better, he still has some dark secrets… Pairing: The Corinthian x Cop Reader Warnings: Swearing, horror, smut Rating: 18+

Other stories:

I See You, or The Fear That Excites You Summary: You had a pretty boring life before you moved into your new apartment, until you "met" a mysterious blond man who brought out thoughts and kinks you didn't even know you had... Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Reader Warnings: adult themes, voyeurism, masturbation, physical violence, fear kink, mild knife play Rating: 18+

If You Only Knew Me Summary: After Corinthian saved you from a near fatal accident, you felt attracted to him and wanted to know him better…until it turned out, he may not be who he seemed to be… Pairing: Professor!The Corinthian x Female College Student Reader Warnings: drama, horror themes, murder, smut Rating: 18+

Lucifer's Secretary Summary: You worked as a secretary in Hell and had a thing for demons, until a nightmare came along… Pairing: The Corinthian x Demon Female Reader Warnings: Smut, horror themes, dark humor Rating: 18+

I Saw You In My Dreams Summary: You first met The Corinthian in a dream, and not long after that, in the real world… Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Warnings: mentions of horror and violence, smut Rating: 18+

Window To The Soul: Part 1. I Part 2.  Summary: You never believed in urban legends, but when you needed an idea for your next screenplay, you met a mysterious, strange man... Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Warnings: Horror themes, mentions of violence, some curse words, sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+

The Eyes Will Tell Me Everything Summary: There were terrible murders in your town and you still haven't managed to catch the killer. Just when you thought that the perpetrator would never be found, a mysterious man offered you his help... Pairing: The Corinthian x Detective Reader Warnings: violence, body horror, swearing Rating: 18+

Beautiful Stranger Summary: You met a handsome stranger while shopping for clothes. You were sorry you didn’t get to spend more time wit him, until a few days later when you met him again… Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: 18+

Do You Want What I Want? Summary: Ryan, a young musician went out with his friends, but ended up spending the rest of the night with a handsome, interesting man…   Pairing: The Corinthian x Ryan (OC) Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+

CLEMENT MANSELL (FROM FX'S ‘JUSTIFIED: CITY PRIMEVAL’)

Dance For Me Summary: You and Clement first met at your workplace. You started hanging out as friends, but things escalated later… Pairing: Clement Mansell x Female Exotic Dancer Reader Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+

We Are Not So Different After All Summary: After you failed to rob him and had to reveal him what do you do for a living, Clement realised the opportunities and asked you to join him and Sandy in their money making shenanigans... Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Con Artist Reader Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+

Dangerous Attraction Summary: You find out that the infamous outlaw, Clement Mansell is in town and it will be your task to go undercover and get close to him. However, you didn't expect to get too close to him… Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Undercover Cop Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+

It Was A Pleasure Doing Business With You Summary: Clement demanded money from you, which you didn't have, so you had to pay him some other way… Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Accountant Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+

Clement Mansell NSFW Alphabet Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Smut Rating: 18+

The Oklahoma Wildman and the Nightmare Summary: Clement and The Corinthian meet in the former's dream. At first they are not happy about each other's presence, but the sexual tension between them is high, especially on Corinthian's part. Will Clement be able to resist the alluring nightmare? Pairing: Clement Mansell x The Corinthian Warnings: Mentions of violence, sex, cursing Rating: 18+

A Fun Game Summary: Your boyfriend, Clement was never the romantic type, but with what he planned for you for your anniversary, he proved that he can be, if he wants to... Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: 18+

You Are Mine Summary: Your night out with your jealous boyfriend ends with some naughty consequences😈 Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Jealousy, unprotected sex Rating: 18+ A Hot Night Summary: Clement invites you over to have some fun… Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex, swear words Rating: 18+

TY SHAW (FROM ‘VENGEANCE’)

Play Pretend Summary: Ty Shaw, the charming actor, has hired you as his agent and assistant. One day he was invited to a wedding. Since he was single and didn't want to go alone, he asked you to play his girlfriend Pairing: Actor!Ty Shaw x Female Agent Reader Warnings: Some smut and curse words Rating: 18+

FENDER TAKÁCS (FROM ‘CALL OF DUTY’)

He Is Not What He Seems Pairing: COD Fender Takács X Medic Reader Warnings: Mentions of violence, some swearwords Rating: none

[milla-frenchy]

Thank you so much, Toxic 🖤🖤🖤🫶 What a gift!! Clement 😍😍😍 (the mood board is beautiful)

“Man, this shit ain't bad,” he said. He had big energy, and his presence really commanded the room despite how casual and carefree he acted.

I can hear him say this, and picture him as well 😍

You quickly found yourself out in the parking lot, pressed up against the back passenger door of his car with his nose dragging up your neck.  “Mmm,” he hummed into your skin. “Not every day a lady sees my gun.” You felt something against your hip, looked down, and were startled to see him holding the gun. “It's okay baby,” he reassured you, then handed it to himself by the barrel and opened the passenger door to the car. “Wanna touch it?” 

Omg, Clement you menace 🫠🥵

“Course I can,” he murmurs, getting right up against you. He brings his mouth to your ear and lowers his pitch.  “But I ain't gonna.” He grabs your ass. “Mmm.” 

Biting my fist reading this 😍🫠🫠🫠

He opens the bottle with a wink and mentions, “didn't have cherry.”

Not the wink 🥵🔥🔥🔥

He pulls you into him for a hug. Your erect nipples are poking him through the fabric. He lets out a low growl and pulls you in tighter. A warm, mostly soft bulge presses into you and makes you throb. He noses your hair and inhales as he grabs a handful of ass. “Ready?” He asks in a low growl, and you've forgotten what he's referring to. “Hm?” You respond. “Ready to shoot?”

I think I might have even forgotten my first name 🤭

Your gut tells you he's dangerous, but you like it because he makes you feel safe at the same time. Like you’re not the one in danger. 

This, is surely in my bingo game 😍

He noses your temple and inhales your scent. “Mmm,” he hums. You relax your arms, holding the gun with your elbows bent. Then he plans a wet kiss on your neck. “Can’t help myself, sugar.” He kisses and sucks at your neck and you moan. He lightly bites you and you take your right hand off the gun to reach back for his head. You're gushing, and wonder if it's going to run down your legs at this rate.

This is so perfect 🫠🫠🫠

His face is so handsome in the flickering fire light. His blue eyes look almost black. The slice of bare flesh in his eyebrow is too sexy. You run your hands through his hair and he groans at the light rake of your fingers against his scalp.

Wow

“Ohhh, yeah,” he breathes. Part of you wants him to lose control and ravish you, but this slow fuck is perfect for the intense stretch of your cunt around his cock.

Fuuuuuck 😍😍😍

Clement shifts his head to look past you, through the windshield, through the broken chain-link fence. His eyes illuminate warmly and he breaks into a small smile. You look behind yourself to see a building on fire in the distance. It's now half engulfed in flames.

Beautiful ❤️

What a view. This man is wild, and you can't get enough of him.

NO WE CAN'T§§§§§§

Wow, I'm so glad the first Clement fic I read is yours 🖤

The way you write him, his words, his movements, is perfect. I could visualize everything in my head 😍

The playlist is 👌

Thank you so much 🙏😘

steady as she goes.

3.5k, Clement Mansell x f!reader | spotify playlist CHARACTER BACKGROUND: He does a lot of crimes but car theft is the only thing referenced. He loves Jack White 🎶. He's sexy and has swagger. Hot clips with audio 🥵 🥵 SUMMARY: He takes you out on his idea of a date. WARNINGS: I8+, unsafe p in v (car), creampie. Praise. Mild hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock). Canon-typical destruction of property. Reader can straddle him. Jack (White) gets cucked (by Clem's vocals). ONE SHOT. A/N: Dedicated to @milla-frenchy: happy 500 followers! 🎉 well-deserved (masterlist). I'm so glad we share an interest in this man. And THANK YOU, gifmakers!! Always inspired by gifs from @boydholbrook-fan, @ilovewhiteroses, and more. Co-written with my partner, Jordi 🖤.

A car cruises down your street blasting music, but you don't think it's Clement. It's too early. The sun is just starting to set, and you're fresh out of the shower. It's still an hour before he’s supposed to pick you up. But sure enough, the loud rock music gets close enough to make out the White Stripes. You look out the window, and his classic car is rolling into your driveway with the top down. Shoot. You're not ready. But goddamn, he looks good. Too good to worry much about the time. 

You grab the closest item of clothing - a black slip dress – and throw a silk robe on over it. As you rush down the stairs, the car door opens outside. You wait a minute for him to ring the doorbell, but he doesn't. You stick your head outside and he's reclining with his butt against the passenger door and his arms crossed. You slip on a pair of shoes and go out to the driveway. 

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This man is wild. You can tell already, and you met him just last night.

He came into your bar. You took his order and he said, “Whatever you’re drinkin’.”  You were only drinking coke with grenadine, but to your surprise, he nodded without hesitation. You made the drink and watched him take his first sip. “Man, this shit ain't bad,” he said. He had big energy, and his presence really commanded the room despite how casual and carefree he acted. He put the Raconteurs on the jukebox.

Throughout the night, you felt his eyes on you and had a few tense moments. His hand grazed your hip as you passed each other. When you came to give him a refill, he introduced himself before going to play pool. At one point, when he was leaning forward to line up his shot, you noticed a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. You discreetly warned him that the manager would kick him out if she saw it. 

“Keepin’ me outta trouble. That sure is nice of ya, sugar.”

You smile shyly. “Just hide it,” you tell him 

“Why don’tcha come on out and watch me put it away?.” 

His charm was irresistible. 

You quickly found yourself out in the parking lot, pressed up against the back passenger door of his car with his nose dragging up your neck.  “Mmm,” he hummed into your skin. “Not every day a lady sees my gun.” You felt something against your hip, looked down, and were startled to see him holding the gun. “It's okay baby,” he reassured you, then handed it to himself by the barrel and opened the passenger door to the car. “Wanna touch it?” 

“That's okay,” you shook your head, still flustered. “It looks nice though.”

“Yeah? How ‘bout I let ya shoot it tomorrow?” he asked as he leaned over to open the glovebox.

“Really?” You asked, heart fluttering. 

He acted like he was mentally debating it, then laid his weight into you against the car again. He rested his hands loosely on your sides. “Really,” he murmured, then leaned in for a slow kiss -- no tongue, but it felt pornographic nonetheless. “Pick you up at eight.” 

Instead of going back inside, he got in his car and peeled off, blasting the White Stripes.

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You take in the view of Clement leaning against his car in your driveway. He's wearing a dark, button-up shirt and a chain. His shapely arms stretch the material. 

“You're really early,” you smile, almost breaking into a laugh. “Wanna come in while I finish getting ready?” 

“I dunno about that,” he drops his hands to his sides, then stands upright and slowly steps forward. He looks you up and down and his voice becomes sultry as he gets closer. “Look ready to me.” 

You assure him it'll only take fifteen minutes. 

“I dunno if I can wait that long,” he murmurs as he comes within arm’s reach. He runs his hands down your sides, his expansive palms gliding over the silky robe. 

You suppress a giggle. “You can wait fifteen minutes.”  

“Course I can,” he murmurs, getting right up against you. He brings his mouth to your ear and lowers his pitch.  “But I ain't gonna.” He grabs your ass. “Mmm.” 

Your cheeks heat up. Has he noticed you're not wearing panties? “Look perfect,” he insists. He goes to open the passenger door. All the thoughts are gone from your brain.

You get in the car, no bra, no panties, no jacket. And somehow you feel completely comfortable. 

-

Clement rests a broad, veiny hand on your thigh as he drives. His touch is light, and he occasionally takes his hand away to make a turn. When he passes the shooting range and keeps going, you ask, “I thought we were gonna shoot.” 

“Oh we are, darlin'. You're gonna be my gorgeous gunslinger.” He smiles and turns up the music.

He drives to the outskirts of the city, pulls into an industrial area, and parks behind a big abandoned building. There's one flood light and it’s buzzing, casting a flickering white light on the gravel. 

Clement parks and turns off the car, then gets out. He pulls a six pack out of the back seat. You get out and join him at the back fender.

He opens a bottle of PBR beer and takes a swig, then offers you your own bottle from the six pack. 

“I'm good,” you decline.

“You sure?” He asks, holding the new bottle up. It's a Mexican Coke.

“Oh, wow,” your face lights up.

He opens the bottle with a wink and mentions, “didn't have cherry.” 

Your heart flutters and your ears get hot as you accept the drink.   

You sit on the back of his car talking and enjoying your drinks for a while. You shiver and he asks, “you alright?”

“Well, I'm not really dressed,” you laugh. 

“Lucky for you, this car came with a jacket.” He hops off the trunk of the car and reaches behind the driver’s seat. When he returns a few moments later, he’s wearing a vintage brown leather jacket and holding a jacket for you. 

“Looks about right, whatcha think?”  

“Yeah.” You carefully step down off the car. 

"Hold on,” he says and drapes the jacket over one arm. Then he steps in closer and nudges his fingers under your robe, hitting your bare shoulders and giving you goosebumps. He nudges the robe off, and it falls down to your elbows. You take it off. His eyes glue to your chest. You rub your arms. He holds out the jacket for you and you let him put it on. 

He looks you up and down and gives a low whistle. “Perfect,” he nods. Then he steps closer and slips his hands inside your jacket, sliding them along your silk dress, then resting warmly on your lower back. He pulls you into him for a hug. Your erect nipples are poking him through the fabric. He lets out a low growl and pulls you in tighter. A warm, mostly soft bulge presses into you and makes you throb. He noses your hair and inhales as he grabs a handful of ass. 

“Ready?” He asks in a low growl, and you've forgotten what he's referring to. 

“Hm?” You respond. 

“Ready to shoot?”

“Uh, yeah.” It doesn't seem like the safest environment, but there's something sexy about it, too. Your gut tells you he's dangerous, but you like it because he makes you feel safe at the same time. Like you’re not the one in danger. 

“One second.” He grabs something from under the driver’s seat and puts it in his pocket. It looks vaguely flask shaped but taller. It barely fits. Lastly, he gets his gun out of the glovebox and puts it in the back of his pants. 

—

Clement lights a cigarette, then you walk with him toward the floodlight. He puts his arm around you and offers you the cigarette, but you decline.

“Mmm good girl,” he murmurs with the cigarette still in his mouth. “I can tell ya ain't *too* good though.” 

“Hey. I turned down beer and cigarettes. How do you know I'm not good?”

“Just got that vibe, baby.” He squeezes your arm. “And I sure am glad.” 

There are multiple wide garage doors along the side of the building. You arrive at a door that's lifted up two or three feet.  He holds it at the bottom and slides it up another foot or so. You still have to crouch down, and you hold your dress and the jacket against your bare thighs as you do it. It's spooky inside. Way too dark, and the space is derelict. 

Once Clement's inside the building with you, he pulls a string hanging from the above. Then he drops his cigarette and the sparks bounce over a dirty concrete floor before he stops it out. Several bulbs buzz awake along the high ceiling, evenly spaced but far apart. The furthest one is against a half painted brick wall. There are crates stacked up along some of the walls and a few in the middle of the space. As you get closer, the light clearly illuminates a host of bullet holes in the back wall. There are also casings on the floor. On the wall to your right, some of the windows are busted out. 

He takes his jacket off and lays it on a crate against the wall. He removes his gun from his pants and puts his leg arm around you as he shows it to you. It’s a silver gun with two swallows engraved on the handle. The birds have their wings spread and are facing each other. 

“It was my daddy’s,” he says. “Only thing Mama saved for me.”

His face hardens and he turns and aims toward the back wall, triceps bulging under his shirt. He pulls the trigger. The gunshot is loud, but not as terrible as it could be. Debris bounces off the wall.

He hands you the gun, and. you accept it apprehensively.

“Are you sure this is okay? Here?” You have to wonder about people hearing the gunshots, and plus how you're destroying the wall.

“Don't you worry, darlin’. Place won't be around much longer anyway.” 

“Okay.”

“Ever shot a gun?”

“Yeah but I'm rusty.” 

“You'll be fine, darlin’. Go ahead.” You aim it hesitantly, half expecting the entire wall to crumble. Clement gets behind you and braces his hands on your arms. “Steady now,” he murmurs. His body is so close to yours, you get butterflies. Then he puts his arms around you. He doesn’t help you aim right away. He noses your temple and inhales your scent. “Mmm,” he hums. You relax your arms, holding the gun with your elbows bent. Then he plans a wet kiss on your neck. “Can’t help myself, sugar.” He kisses and sucks at your neck and you moan. He lightly bites you and you take your right hand off the gun to reach back for his head. You're gushing, and wonder if it's going to run down your legs at this rate.

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head. “Wanna see ya shoot first.”

You let out a disappointed sigh, and he rests his hands on your hips. He presses his pelvis forward, and a hard shape in his pants gives you a rush of need. He murmurs, “You feel that? Oooh.” His hands on your hips pull you back on his bulge. “You can have it when you're done.” 

You compose yourself and aim the gun again. He slightly adjusts your arms and directs you toward an unblemished patch of paint straight ahead, just above the exposed brick. “Hit that, and we’re done.”

It only takes you one shot.

“Well hot damn!” He celebrates. “Look at you.” You hand the gun back to him. He slinks around you, hugs you from behind again, and murmurs “don't even need my help, do ya,” then kisses your neck again. “Let's go,” he says into your skin, then retrieves his jacket from the crate. As you're walking back toward the garage door, he turns around and starts walking backwards and whistling. You glance back and he's pulled a bottle of lighter fluid out of his pocket. He's trailing the liquid as he walks. 

Your heart jumps to your throat. “What are you doing?”

“Ohh, don't worry, darlin’. It'll burn slow at first. Plenty’a time to get outta here.” He holds the garage door up for you to duck under. He flips the lid of the lighter fluid closed and crams it back in his pocket. 

You back away as he takes out a matchbook. He lights a match and drops it into the lighter fluid. The fire races under the garage door and Clement’s eyes are beaming darkly in the glow of it. After a moment, he says, “Woo! Lets go, baby.” You're speechless, and very turned on. He takes your hand in his and charges toward the car. His stride is so long, you're nearly jogging to keep up.

“Hahaaa,” he laughs to himself as he gets in the car. He revs the engine and turns on the music. He pops a breath mint. He sings along with Blue Orchid, and his voice really isn't half bad. 

“Where are we going?” You ask.

He looks at you fondly for a moment. “Love a woman who's up for adventure.” He puts his hand behind you to reverse.

As he drives by the building, you crane your neck to see. The fire is only a flickering glow through the busted out windows so far.

He turns down the music only slightly. “Stars are out tonight,” he observes. “Know a spot with a great view,” he offers as you exit the property. 

“Ok,” you try to suppress a smile. 

“Yeah!” He yells and peels off on the main road. You look up at the stars with the wind in your hair. Soon, he turns onto another dark road, somewhat winding, uphill.

-

He parks in a dark corner of an abandoned office park. It's littered with empty bottles and faded cans. The chainlink fence has half fallen down, and there are a couple of steel drums. Clement gets out of the car.   With most of this part of town abandoned, the light pollution isn't very close. You're up on a hill now, too. 

He takes the lighter fluid out of his pocket, squirts it in the barrel, and drops the plastic container in with it. Then he lights the matchbook on fire, drops it. And a blaze quickly grows in the barrel.

Then he gets back in the car and moves the seat back. He leans over and pulls you in for a heated kiss. Then he pulls back and murmurs, “Now get over here” as he takes off his jacket. 

—-

Thankfully, the car is roomy and so are the seats. You take off your jacket and put the robe back on. The air is cool and crisp and feels fine. As you climb over to straddle Clement, he greets you with his hands on your thighs. He slides his palms all the way up the backs of your thighs and reaches your bare ass. Then he lifts your little slip dress and says “God *damn*,” at the sight of your bare cunt.  “If I knew this. . .”

“You didn't let me get ready,” you lightly punch his chest with a hint of laughter, cheeks burning. He chuckles.

“Well good. Guess I'm *never* gonna let ya get ready.” Your heart flutters at the implied future. He sticks his left hand between your legs and cups your bare cunt. “Oh, baby.” You hover above his thighs while he leans back and unbuttons his pants, then unzips and pulls them down to expose a massive bulge in his white briefs. Your breath hitches at the sight. 

He grabs your ass and pulls you forward so your crotch meets his cotton-clad bulge, and a shock of desire spreads through your body like fire. He thrusts upward and you moan at the contact of his warm, hard, package. He kisses you and uses his hands on your hips to rub you against him with your mouths connected. He breaks the kiss with a sigh and says, “Fuck, let's go.” He shoves his hand down his briefs and you allow him the space to take out his commanding cock and balls. Your mouth falls open. 

“Not as huge as it looks,” he reassures you. “Gonna love every inch of it.” You nod. It's the girth that has you wide-eyed.

“Oh you're drippin’ on me, sugar.” He lets his thick manhood rest against his lower belly and pulls you in so your clit presses against his warm, smooth shaft and you’re aching to have him inside you. “Let’s feed this hungry pussy already.” 

He holds his cock as you hover over it then begin to slowly lower yourself, getting closer to entry. You pause, and he runs his tip through your dripping folds and helps spread the slick down his shaft. Then he nestles his tip at your entrance and you twitch. 

You begin to sink down on him, with his tip spreading you wide open. “Mmm,” you whine. 

“Yeah, good girl. . . you can take it, baby.” It's every bit as big as it looks. You sink down, feeling taken apart in the best way, and he pulls you down flush. 

Speared on his engorged cock, pleasure races through your chest and thighs, out to every inch of your body. 

“You good?” He asks, chest heaving. 

You rise up then sink back down.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs. “want ya to hear somethin’.” He reaches for the tape deck and changes the cassette. He presses play and it's Ball and Biscuit by the White Stripes. 

“I know this one,” you smile. It's a sexy, languid alt blues song. 

“Just wait for the next one,” he murmurs, looking at you with a raging lust in his eyes. His cock twitches inside you. He pulls your face into his again and lifts his hips, pushing farther into you. You've never felt so full. “Oh baby,” he breaks the kiss. “You feel so good.” His face is so handsome in the flickering fire light. His blue eyes look almost black. The slice of bare flesh in his eyebrow is too sexy. You run your hands through his hair and he groans at the light rake of your fingers against his scalp.

He lifts into you to the beat of the song. You begin to roll your hips in sync with him. 

“Ohhh, yeah,” he breathes. Part of you wants him to lose control and ravish you, but this slow fuck is perfect for the intense stretch of your cunt around his cock.

You kiss and moan as your bodies move together, and the pleasure swells deep inside you, all around his cock. He nudges the silk robe off your shoulders and pulls down the straps of your dress. He groans at the sight of your breasts. He covers one with a hand and one with his mouth and his whole body is moving in time with the music. Your chest feels light. For the rest of the song, your body is wrapped around his, and his hips are slightly lifting you with each thrust.  

The same song starts over, but it's not the same singer. The voice is smoother, deeper than Jack White’s. You pull your head back to listen. Clement studies your face, and it takes you a few seconds to recognize the vocals. It’s him, Clement. 

“Holy shit,” you mutter, and his face comes to life. “Your voice is–God.” It's hard piecing sentences together impaled on him.

“You really like it,” he marvels. 

“Of course I do, it's . . . perfect.” 

His eyes soften with affection and he kisses you deeper, smoothly thrusting. He seems to take up all the space in your body. 

The passion between you intensifies until it might burst. You need all of his body. You break away from a messy kiss to undo one of his shirt buttons, then another, and he unbuttons the rest in a hurry, and leans back against the chair as you spread his shirt. His chain sparkles in the firelight. It's hanging slightly above a chest tattoo that has the same birds as the gun. His tan skin glistens in the flickering glow.

You plant your hands on his hard pecs to ride him. The movement of his hips becomes more pronounced, and soon he's taken over. He thrusts upward sharply but smoothly and starts fucking you from the bottom, grunting and sighing. He pulls you down on him each time he thrusts. You moan, feeling like you're on the brink. 

He pulls you close again and kisses you sloppily while your bodies move as one. “Clem, I'm gonna–”

“Mmm,” he cuts you off. He grunts and moans against your mouth. He's close too. 

“I'm gonna fill ya up, baby. . .You want that?” he pants. 

You nod.

“You want big Clement dribbling’ down your thighs?” 

You nod urgently.  

“That's my girl.” His massive hands move you on his cock, and you whimper as you begin to unravel. You clench around him, and he fucks you through it. Then he grunts as he thrusts upward “nngg—ohhhh, uugggh.” He pulses into you, warmth spreading in your core as you finish choking his cock. 

You collapse into his arms and twitch with aftershocks as he cradles your head. After a minute, you're still impaled on him and he says your name. You pull your head back. 

He looks back and forth between your eyes. A firetruck siren interrupts you. There are more sirens in the distance. Clement shifts his head to look past you, through the windshield, through the broken chain-link fence. His eyes illuminate warmly and he breaks into a small smile. You look behind yourself to see a building on fire in the distance. It's now half engulfed in flames. 

What a view. This man is wild, and you can't get enough of him. 

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