#clement mansell x male reader

[spider-bren]

Shot in the mouth | Clement Mansell x Male Reader

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Male Reader

Tags/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Gun Play, Cumming on hands, Hand jobs, Gun in mouth, Licking cum off fingers

Summary: Clement enticed you by playing with his gun. He asks to play a game with you which you can't resist.

Author's Notes: Bro I got possessed so idk myself with this prompt. @bawdabaw asked for Clem x M!reader and I just kinda got the brainrot. God, if you have me the chance I'd write 25k for this man. I NEED him. I could write entire plots for reader/oc x clem. But this is the first I wrote for him and I had to cut it short bc I didn't expect to write this much. It's more than I usually write for prompts that's for sure. Might turn into a full fic if you'd let me lmao enjoy!! :)

Clement sat cross legged on the couch flipping through the news channels. He was still in just his underwear, a gun placed loosely in his hand resting on his bare thigh. You eyed the gun as Clement lazily brought it against his underwear and absently rubbed it there. It wasn't meant to arouse surely, but you felt it flare heat into your gut all the same. The end of the gun massaged his apparently itchy balls and you tried extremely hard not to want to drop to your knees to fix the problem Clement was having. 

You could remember it so well. The weight of Clement heavy on your tongue. The pulse and throb as Clement dragged his cock in and out of your mouth. You enjoyed the ache in your jaw and the way the head of his cock scraped the back of your throat. You loved it–got hard for it. You wanted Clement to bruise your insides. You wanted to choke until you passed out. Wanted Clement to rip into your hair so hard it pulled at the roots as you swallowed down. Desperate to hear him moan how good you were and how you were his beautiful boy. 

Clement liked rough play. He liked to play and tease you all day. He arrived at your work unannounced and complimented you, sprewing charm until you ducked into the bathroom to fuck you agaisnt the cubible door. You didn't mind too much about his reputation. The darker side of Clement enticed you all the same. Whether he had killed with the gun currently in his hand didn't matter. All that mattered was that he had you. Right here and now. 

"You staring, baby?" He drawled. He lifted up the gun pretending to shoot you. He made a sound like a gun going off and then twirled it like a seasoned cowboy. "Why don't you come over here?" 

You shakily walked to sit on the couch next to him. Anticipation flooded heat into you, your cock already getting hard again. Not two hours ago he had fucked you in all positions on the bed. Now you needed him again. Was even ready to beg for it. He circled his arm around you on the back of the couch. His scent was intoxicating, sweat and cologne mingled together. You couldn't help yourself from kissing his neck. You licked a strip down his neck to his gleaming collarbones. He hummed appreciatively. 

"What do you wanna do?" He asked. "You wanna play a game?" 

You nodded. "Yeah. Let's do that. What type of game?" 

"I will use my gun to trail down your body and you have to try not to make a sound. Alright?" 

You agreed, head dizzy. Clement used the barrel of the gun to run down your bare shoulders. You were just in a pair of plain shorts, your chest exposed for him to play with. He ran the flat of the gun over your collarbones making you shiver. The metal was cool on your heated skin. The blue of his eyes were intense as he tracked every little response to him. 

He dropped further down your body over your pectoral muscles and pressed the tip end of the gun over your already pebbled nipples. You gasped, hating how you were so sensitive. He pulled his mouth into a smirk, his eyes ablaze. 

"Didn't know you were interested in this?" He remarked, moving towards your stomach now. He pushed the gun over the patch of the hairs that littered your abdomen. It tickled but felt incredibly erotic. 

"I'm not," you said back. "I just…I dunno. I like it when you do this." 

"I can tell," he teased, eyeing the bulge in your pants. 

The end of the gun dipped into your shorts, running along the band of it. You gasped. Your hips automatically sought more and lifted up. He laughed at you. 

"My little boy is all worked up." He tsked. "All for me and this here gun." He pulled the gun out from your pants and placed it straight over your dick, massaging and rubbing. "I want you to rut against the gun and get yourself off like the little whore you are." 

A moan slipped past your lips. "Bu–but–" 

"Ah, ah. Do it. You know you want to. How about you take your shorts off. I wanna see how wet you are." 

You obediently did as he asked, impossible not to. This was Clement Mansell. He always got what he wanted in the end. 

You peeled off your sticky shorts and saw how you had messed in your underwear. Your underwear was nearly soaked through. A large wet patch was there in the front. Clement pressed the barrel over your underwear, putting pressure right on the head that was leaking profusely now. You shuddered all over. Your hips rolled on their own accord up into his hand which held the gun firmly in place. 

"Such a good boy doing this filthy deed with me. What would your co-workers say? Do they know how slutty you are?" You whimpered. "Don't worry, baby. Clement's got you." 

Clement switched hands. The hand holding the gun was suddenly pushing open your mouth, sliding onto your tongue. You bit down on metal and swallowed around the barrel. His other hand massaged your cock, your cum messing all over him. You moaned and arched off the couch. 

"Sshhh," he hushed. "I did say you shouldn't make a sound." 

You never thought having a gun in your mouth was arousing but Clement proved a lot of things were hot as long as he was the one doing it. You could barely focus, eyes shut and body spasming. It was the hottest thing you ever experienced. His hand was perfect on you. It slipped inside and circled your cock, stroking it as he coaxed you to climax with his words. Drool dribbled down your chin as he kept the gun inside your mouth. 

"There you go. Cum for me." 

You tried hard not to choke on the gun as you came in white hot ribbons into Clement's hand. He pulled the gun from mouth, wiping it on his leg. His fingers were wet and gleamed with your cum. He smiled and cooed at you to lick his fingers clean. You sucked his fingers into your mouth, licking all of your spunk off of him. He praised you for doing a good job then turned back to watching the TV. 

[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.

Tags: @i-like-the-eyes @demi321win-chester

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@sadnessanninthedark @e-dubbc11 @ray-is-dead

[spider-bren]

holds up microphone: anyone want male reader / gender neutral reader for Clement Mansell???

I'm in a brainrot again for a new boyd character 💀💀

[spider-bren]

Guys (gender neutral) I'm so surprised by the lack of Clement Mansell x reader. I thought there would be fem stuff at least for you who are fem presenting. Fuck. Does anyone need fem x Clement Mansell?? I'll do it!!

I'll do male/gn/fem now :)

[spider-bren]

Black And Blue, Bloody Red | Clement Mansell x Male OC

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Male OC

Tags: Public Humiliation, Vibrating toys, Teasing in public, Manipulation, Toxic relationship, Clement Mansell is his own warning

Summary: Clement takes his boyfriend, Ryan, out for lunch

⚠️ spoilers for Justified City Primeval Episode 4 ⚠️

"Ryan will have the salad with chicken. A tall glass of water with ice. No lemon. I'll have a cola soda. The Southern Comfort Steak. Black and blue. With chips on the side. Got it?" Clement told the waitress who quickly wrote down the order. 

"Coming right up, sir." 

Clement turned back to his partner who was squirming in his seat. A mean smile broke out on his face, his eyes intense. He raked his eyes over Ryan's form. Sweat faintly glossing his skin. His neck and cheeks lightly flushed. His hands gripped the table, his knuckles white.  Clement leaned back, grinning from ear to ear. 

"How does it feel, babyboy?" He asked, voice smug. 

Ryan swallowed. "Good." 

"Just good?" Clement clicked his tongue. "I think we can do better than that." He reached inside his pants pocket and fiddled with a tiny remote. He turned up the setting making Ryan whimper softly. "How's that?" 

Ryan pressed his lips together and adjusted in his seat. "Better." 

"I bet you're soaking in your pants. How hard are you?" Clement drawled, his voice deeper. 

"You could check?" Ryan replied. He hoped Clement would relieve some of the pressure. 

"Nah. Save it for afterwards. Want to get you nice and worked up first." 

Not long later, their meals arrived. Ryan shakily picked up his fork and tried not to focus on the pleasure that was currently wracking his body. Clement cut into his steak and took a bite. Ryan watched as Clement sighed. That sigh. It wasn't a good sign. Clement unfolded the napkin and spat out the contents in his mouth. He called the waitress over and Ryan wanted to die from embarrassment. 

"You know what cut this steak is?" 

"Uh. Southern Comfort steak." 

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ready for Double Jeopardy! Now, I ordered the steak black and blue. Do you know what black and blue means?" 

"It means rare?" the waitress said unsteadily. 

"Oh no, ma'am. It does not mean rare. It means goddamn bloody red."

"Babe?" Ryan interjected. 

"Not now, boy. Daddy is busy trying to teach a lesson." He turned back to the waitress. "So, here's what I want you to do. Take this. I want you to throw it in the trash. Then I want you to get your chef, have another steak, smack that on the fire, sing two verses of 'Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground', flip that sucker, sing the third verse, yank it off, plate it, and bring it back here. Then I'm gonna cut into this big-ass hunk of black and blue meat, and if I don't hear it moo in pain…" He clicked his tongue, still holding the hand of the waitress which he had grabbed when he called her over. "We're just gonna start this all over again." 

Ryan forced himself not to make a comment as the waitress scurried off. Clement faced his boyfriend again. 

"Now where were we?" 

Ryan trembled from the effects of the vibration deep inside him, but kept his voice steady. 

"You didn't have to talk to her like that," he said. 

Clement raised his brow. "I pay for my meal and I don't pay to eat shit. I want to get what I want. Isn't that correct? If I order something, I expect to get what I ordered." 

"But it was how you said it…" 

Clement flipped the switch again on a higher setting and Ryan jolted up out of his seat. Clement leaned in to whisper.

"I can make you cum right here in your pants. You're soil yourself and I'll make you walk out of here in front of me. You'll be moaning like a whore amidst all these nice people. I can be very nice to you. You know that. Or I can be very mean. I will make a spectacle out of you and show you who's boss. You'll be demeaned and shamed right here in front of God and everybody else. Don't upset me, Ryan." 

Clement set it back on its lowest setting. "Now eat your salad." 

To be continued . . .

[spider-bren]

MASTERLIST

I think it's about time I created a masterlist.

SPIDER-BREN MASTERLIST:

🕷 - nsfw/18+ content

[Under Construction]

Requests: CLOSED (for now) (who I write for)

Boyd Boys:

Klaber

untitled - prompt (gn) (klaber washes your hair)

choose me like you choose him (fem)

im taken (male)

Clement Mansell

black and blue, bloody red - part one (oc - ryan) 🕷

black and blue, bloody red - part two (oc - ryan) 🕷

shot in the mouth (male) 🕷

the feminization of clement mansell - part one (oc - ryan) 🕷

the feminization of clement mansell - part two (oc - ryan) 🕷

dangerous desires - part one (fem) 🕷

dangerous desires - part two (fem) 🕷

clement mansell character study

let me use you darlin' (gn) 🕷

good boy (ftm) 🕷

Ty Shaw

ride like a cowboy (ftm) 🕷

John McBride

my body is craving, so feed the hungry (oc - oliver) 🕷

Quinn Mckenna

two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer (x billy russo) 🕷

The Corinthian

Hobrinthian analysis (x hob gadling) 🕷

Hanninthian (x hannibal lecter)

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

Vlaber/Vollber - Klaber x Voller

klaber headcanons

vlaber headcanons

indiana jones 5 ending headcanons

take it from me, what you want, what you need 🕷

space with no words

let me take care of you

untitled - anon prompt (sick klaber)

untitled - anon prompt (voller has burn out)

untitled - anon prompt (klaber whump)

untitled - prompt ask (sub klaber) 🕷

do you need help? 🕷

i'm here

Voller x Reader

voller headcanons

meant to kill me (fem)

Vlaber | Vollber Series (w/ @blueeyedcitadel) 🕷

Flew Too Close To The Sun (His Wings Did Melt)

Part One: Though I Burn (How Do I Fall?)

Part Two: Lean Your Weight On Me

The Bikeriders (2023)

Johnny x Cal

glimpse of us 🕷

Shadow & Bone

Perfection - Matthias x Alina (Helstar) 🕷

Marvel

Matt Murdock

holy hands will they make me a sinner 🕷

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[spider-bren]

Good Boy | Clement Mansell x (ftm) Male Reader

Prompt: Haii! I requested the trans masc reader :) preferably neutral terms or afab language would be great as long as the gendered terms are all masculine (good boy etc) and Clement stuff in a car perhaps always peaked my interest :) Trans masc anon again :)) absolutely afab body terms and masc gendered terms! I think the only thing is just no mentions of chest would be great! And yes take place in the car.. maybe power bottom reader and such ;) you’re the best and I can’t wait to read!! 

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Trans Masc Reader Tags: Car Sex, Dirty Talk, Power Bottom Reader, Implied Public  Summary: You and Clement are dating and you unwind together after a hard day at work by having sex in his car 

Author's Note: kinda ooc clem bc of his deal with old cars and old stereos. reader kinda makes him see the light in modern age tech lmao

Clement walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, shutting it with a loud bang. He snapped the can open and drank down the contents until it was almost finished. He wiped the back of his mouth, setting the can down before picking up the blunt from where he had set it down on the glass table in the middle of the room. 

He took a long drag. He hummed a little tune off key and sat down on the armchair, one leg stretched out on the table and the other bent up. He was in his tight white underwear and red kimono. He burst out into song and pretended to play air guitar. 

He checked his watch and realised it was time to pick you up from work. He slipped on a pair of dark jeans and a colourful shirt with his boots. Today he was driving a green Range Rover that he got not too long ago. He liked how his mixtapes sounded on the old stereos but you got him into recording it on a USB that he could play through the car speaker. 

You were really invested in helping him with his sound, encouraging him and getting him the latest equipment to record it. He placed the USB into the slot, the chain you made him with a little microphone and an electric guitar dangling as he put the car into gear. He sang as he drove, fingers tapping on the wheel. 

You walked out of the building just as he finished off the last note of the second song on his setlist. You chuckled as you set your work bag into the backseat and climbed into the passenger side. Clement looked up at you and smiled. 

"Hey baby. You missed me? How was work?" 

"It was okay. I missed you so much. I need some Clement cuddles." 

"C'mere then." He patted his lap. 

His legs spread, his arms open to receive you. You raised your brow at him. 

"Right here?" You questioned. "In the middle of the parking lot?" 

"We can always find a place quieter?"

***

You curled into his lap and immediately nuzzled into his neck. His scent and the warmth of his body was calming after a stressful day. His large hands firmly gripped your waist to pull you closer. He murmured sweet things to you. How he missed your body on his. How you were his perfect boy, how he couldn't keep his hands off of you. 

"Please, baby," he begged. He needed you. 

"I got you, Clem."

His hands roamed your body before landing on your thighs. He gave it a hard squeeze before slipping under your shirt to feel your stomach. He ran his blunt nails down your back, his breath heavy and already panting in your ear. You could feel him hard against you and you moaned at the feeling. You rolled your hips into him, hands gripped his shoulders. His body was hot on your skin. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants.

“God, you’re so hard for me.” 

He thumbed your clit which pulsed under the pad of his thumb as he circled you. You maneuvered so that you slipped off your pants and underwear, sitting yourself on him again. He grinned at you. His eyes were dark in arousal, his hands held your waist as you eased in you inch by inch. His head fell back against the headrest with a thump. His eyelashes fluttered and his mouth opened on a moan. 

“You feel so good, baby. My boy is always so tight for me.” 

He looked so beautiful like this. Hair spiked up, eyes glistening blue, his lips moaning your name. You hand circled his neck to hold onto him as you worked yourself on his cock, grinding and rolling your hips in the way you knew he liked. He gasped out loud. His fists pulling at your t-shirt. You watched as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing hard, his jaw tightened as pleasure coursed through him. 

“You’re so good. Clement loves when you ride him like this. Anyone could walk past us. Even the police. You’d like to get caught, wouldn’t you?” 

You moaned, fucking down onto him harder as he thrust up. The car grew warm as your bodies grew sweaty. Soon, he was spilling inside of you, biting his tongue down on a moan as he came. You followed after, squeezing his neck a bit as you relaxed against him. 

He chuckled into your hair and kissed your forehead. 

[bawdabaw]

Putting in my vote for male reader x Clement. Absolutely.

holds up microphone: anyone want male reader / gender neutral reader for Clement Mansell???

I'm in a brainrot again for a new boyd character 💀💀