#clement mansell x male oc

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The Feminization of Clement Mansell Part 2 | Clement Mansell x OC Male

Inspired by this twitter post

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Pairing: Clement Mansell x Male OC (Ryan) Tags: Clement Mansell is his own warning, Clement in lace underwear, Clement in a costume, Eddie Munson cosplay, reference to Stranger Things, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Clem gets called 'babygirl' Summary: Clement has lace underwear on underneath the cheerleading costume he wore to a Halloween party. His boyfriend, Ryan, goes insane...

"You got underwear on under this," Ryan ran his hands down Clement's body breathlessly. "How come I didn't see it?"

"Because I just pushed it to the side while I fucked you."

Ryan furrowed his brows as he ran his hands over Clement's long, long legs. "I didn't even notice it as I was touching your tits."

"You were overwhelmed by me," he laughed. "It's okay baby. You can take your time now and look at me."

The underwear was in a pastel blue colour. Lace. Trimmed. Cut just perfectly. He wasn't sure how Clement fit all that into the little underwear he was wearing. He was big, bulging, leaking onto the the thin fabric. Ryan's mouth watered at the sight. He wanted Clement in his mouth. Wanted to feel his cock over the material. Wanted to feel his cum run down his throat. He could still feel the cum that dripped out of him from when they fucked earlier. Ryan couldn't help himself from reaching for his boyfriend again and yanking off the croptop. He stripped Clement out of the cheerleader outfit so he was just in the underwear. God, he looked so pretty. Men shouldnt look as pretty as him. Ryan felt his cock twitch again with renewed interest. His wig was fucking messed up. Tendrils tangled in every which way. Clement nearly yanked if off his head. He supposed that would hurt since it was glued onto his scalp. He was still naked and he looked to where his costume got discarded. He stared at the denim cut off jacket for too long, thinking.

"Wear my jacket?" he asked, slightly nervous. He had seen Steve Harrington wear it in the show and people shipped Eddie and Steve. It was kinda hot if he got to see Clement wearing something of his. Feeling like Clement belonged to him.

"Your jacket?" Clement searched around for it. "This?" He picked up the leather one.

"No, no. The denim. The cut off. I wanna see you in it with the underwear."

Clement reached over and slipped it on. Ryan stared at how it was small on his large frame. The ends of it coming to his mid-section. Ryan was smaller and shorter than Clement. He loved seeing Clement squeeze into his clothes sometimes. He'd find Clement in his hoodies or a pair of his shorts around the house. It suited him. The demin somehow matching the lace cut of the bra he was wearing. Ryan surged upwards and pulled Clement by his neck into a kiss.

"Fuck, you got me so hard, Clem," he moaned into his mouth.

"You like me like this, pretty boy?"

"You're the pretty one," he laughed and ran his hands over his toned chest.

He nipped at Clement's ear and kissed down his neck. Making sure to mark him with love bites and teeth marks. Clement moaned as he licked into that spot at the bottom of his neck that was sensitive. Ryan's hands gripped onto Clement's hips and set Clement into the smaller boy's lap. His long legs wrapped around him. Clement rocked into his lap, cocks meeting together making them both sigh and moan. He played with Clement's hair in the way that he liked and the older man shuddered as Ryan bit his lip.

"Wanna fuck me again?" Clement drawled, sucking on his lips.

Ryan was already moving his hand down to draw the underwear aside so that he could finger Clement's already used hole. He loved the first press inside, how warm it was. How Clement welcomed him into his body. He was everything he could have imagined for himself. Clement was perfect. His perfect little boy. He sure was no one got to see him this way. No one ever would. It was reserved for Ryan's eyes only. For Ryan's hands and lips and body to feast on.

"Can I call you babygirl?" Ryan flushed as Clement forced himself down on Ryan's fingers.

"Baygirl?" Clement bit his lip. His eyes rolled back in his head. Ryan massaged his prostate and then eased off so Clement could answer. "You really takin' this role play far, huh? But okay. Whatever makes my boy happy."

"Really?" Ryan's eyes lit up. "Because I'm gonna fuck you so hard right now." He gripped his cock and entered Clement with a groan, insides clenching around him, the slip of him warm and intoxcating.

This hardly ever happened. When Clement allowed him into his body. And Ryan was grateful for it.

"Let's see how hard I can make you cum," said Ryan into Clement's sweaty neck. "Fuck yourself on my cock, babygirl. That's it. Good girl."

Clement moaned, his back arching, his hips working faster. "Careful, don't push it."

But he could see the way Clement's neck flushed, the tips of his ears tinting red and the way his breath came out faster.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Ryan kissed his neck sweetly.

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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. 

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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 . . .

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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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