#Spencer Charnas imagine

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

HAPPY ONE YEAR TO THIS FIC AND HAPPY 39TH BIRTHDAY TO SPENCER CHARNAS

Happy birthday Mr.Charnas

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An: I wrote this on Spencers birthday (Nov 14) so injoy, smut as always below the cut!

Warnings: smut, pet names, kinda sub dom, afab reader

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You woke up early this morning and saw Spencer still sleeping next to me. You move closer and press soft kisses on the side of his face until he slowly wakes up. "Good morning" he smiles "Mmmm, good morning. Did I sleep through my alarm again?" "Nope we're staying home today, happy birthday love." "Thank you love" Spencer says pulling you in for a hug You seductively wisper in his ear, "i have a surprise for you!" "Oh really? What could it be?" his eyes sparkle with anticipation and desire as he leans in closer to you, their bodies almost touching.

you smile and move to straddle his waist "are you gonna be a good boy for me Spencer?" He blushes brightly, his heart beating faster "Yes, I'll be a good boy for you." He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, his arousal growing stronger as he feels your body against his.

You lean down and begin to kiss his neck and he moans softly as you begin to kiss his neck "F-fuck... that feels so good." He pulls you even closer, his hands moving up to your hips, gently pulling you onto him. you chuckle and extend my kisses down Spencers bear chest, Spencer moans louder, arching his back into your touch "Mmmm, more please." He groans, his body trembling with anticipation and need. when you get to his nipples you flick your tongue across his sensitive flesh he gasps softly "A-ah! So fucking good!" His hands clench into fists in the fabric of your shirt, holding onto you tightly. His hips buck up against your teasing tongue, seeking more contact. Your kisses go lower until Your at the waistband of your boxers.

He moans out a "please" you lick a long stripe over his covered cock. Spencer gasps and grunts in surprise and arousal "Fuck! Yes, please!" He bites his lip, trying to control his desire. He whimpers softly, begging for more. "Your so impatient today baby boy" you say finally pulling down his boxers and take his hard cock in your hand and begin pumping. "Yes! Fuck!" His back arches off the bed as you finally take him in hand, stroking his hard length. He moans and grunts, his hips bucking wildly against your touch. "So good... I need you." You tease his tip with your tongue, he groans and bucks his hips up into your touch, his cock throbbing with arousal "Fuck yes!" He growls, his hands fisting in the sheets as he thrusts his hips upwards, seeking deeper contact with your eager mouth. You take his tip out of your mouth with a a slight pop. "Oh fuck..." he moans, eyes rolling back in his head. "You're killing me..." You chuckle and move back to straddle his hips "I'm starting to think you don't want to be inside me and be a good boy for me" you fake pout. "N-no! That's not it at all! I do want to be inside you... I just... I need you so much right now." He gasps, his body shuddering with desire and need. "Please, I want you. I need you."

You smirk and pull your shirt over your head and move your panties to the side and grab Spencers cock and move it slowly through your folds closing a moan to fall from your lips "Oh fuck..." he moans, his hips jerking forward as he feels your hot, wet folds enveloping his throbbing cock. "please more..." He groans, biting his lip in anticipation.

you line him up with your entrance and slowly lower yourself on his throbbing cock."Ahhhh!" His hips jerk forward, trying to take you deeper. "So fucking tight..." He moans, his eyes locked on yours as he savors the feeling of being inside you. "You feel so good..." You kiss Spencer passionately and begin to bounce up and down, his Eyes lock with yours, his lips parted in a passionate kiss as he groans with pleasure at the feel of your body moving up and down on his. "Oh fuck yes..." He moans in between breaths between kisses. "fuck!" Your pace becomes faster. With each thrust, Spencer's hips slam against your own, driving his cock deeper inside you. His mouth finds its way to your neck, leaving hot, hungry kisses as he loses himself in the sensation. "God, you're perfect..." "you feel so good baby boy" you moan "Fuck!" His voice cracks as he thrusts harder, faster, lost in the sensation of your body moving against his. He groans deep in his throat, feeling like he's losing control. "I'm gonna cum..." "me too..." you bounce faster. With a final, powerful thrust, Spencer's hips slam into yours, filling you completely. His cock throbs and pulsing, about to release inside of you. "Fuck yes..." with one more loud moan you cum on his cock "fuck Spence" Unable to contain his own cries, Spencer's eyes roll back in his head as he thrusts one final time, feeling his hot seed spill inside you. His body shudders with the force of his orgasm, leaving him spent and panting. "Fuck..." You pant.out a "fuck baby happy birthday!" As you pull Spencer in for a hot passion filled kiss. "Happy birthday to me indeed" He breathes heavily and chuckles, still trying to catch his breath as he kisses you back passionately. "I love you..." "I love you too" you say pulling yourself off of him and lying next to Spencer as he pants softly, his heart racing from the intense lovemaking. He nuzzles into your neck, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. "That was... incredible," he raps his arms around you to cuddle "any thing for you babe" Smiling softly, his eyes closed as he enjoys the warmth of your body against his, he replies. "Just you, my love. You're everything I could ever want."

[american-satanxx]

So to Hell with Good Intentions Chapter 3

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...2018; It: Chapter 2 set Thank God, It’s Friday. by Ice Nine Kills is playing in the background as I’m packing up my makeup kits at the end of a very long filming day. Just as I’m closing up my last kit, there is a knock on the door followed by it opening up. I look in the mirror and see Bill Skarsgard standing in the doorway. “What is this crap you’re listening to?” He questions with a smirk. “I’ve been meaning to ask you all these months.” “The band is Ice Nine Kills. They just released an album called The Silver Scream and all the songs are based off of horror movies. This song is based off of Friday the 13th. “I guess that explains why you’re listening to them then.” He laughs. “Any songs about IT?” “In fact they do.” I reply quickly, turning on IT Is the End. “This is their song about IT. But them being horror based isn’t the only reason I’m listening to them. I did makeup and special effects makeup for them for their music videos for this album. Plus my cousin is friends with them.” “All good reasons.” He muses before walking in. “So now that we’re wrapping, what are your plans next?” “Probably take a break.” I shrug. “Maybe see what my cousin is doing. Either visit him at home, in the studio or even on tour. Possibilities are endless right now since I’m in between projects.” “My offer still stands,” he states. “You’re more than welcome to come to Sweden and I can show you around.” “Been there, done that.” I laugh. “I’m gonna stay away from Sweden as much as possible. I nearly got in a fight there once on vacation. Me and Swedes don’t get along. Other than you, of course.”

There is a loud knock on the door and in comes one of our big burly security guards walking in. Steve has been my saving grace plenty of times when it comes to me forgetting my passes in the beginning of shooting. “Hey Valentine, there is someone at the gates asking for you.” He informs me, causing both me and Bill to share a look before giving the muscular man in front of us. “It’s two in the fucking morning, who the hell is out at the gate asking for me?” I ask him. “Did he give you a name?” “Patrick Bateman.” “The character from American Psycho?” Bill questions before looking at me. “Is this safe? Because he clearly gave you a wrong name.” I just laugh before grabbing my purse. “It’s fine guys, it’s my friend Spencer. Patrick Bateman is my contact name for him in my phone. Don’t ask. He's a horror movie obsessed fanboy which caused me to call him American Psycho most of the time.” “Are you going to be safe with that man?” Steve questions me. “There are scarier things in this world than Spencer Charnas, trust me.” I assure him. “I’ll follow you out Steve, it’s time for me to head back to my hotel anyway.” “Are you going to the wrap party tomorrow night?” Bill questions as he walks out with me. “Nope.” I reply. “Not much of a party person. Besides, the last wrap party nearly got both of us in trouble with our significant others.” I remind him as I lock up my trailer. “I’m going to stop by, get my shit and fly back out to L.A as soon as possible.” Bill pulls me into a hug and places a kiss on my head. “Be safe. Text me as soon as you get to your hotel. I want to make sure you get back alive.” “Again, Spencer Charnas is many things but he’s not actually a serial killer.” I assure him once again as I pull away. ** Steve and I head back to the gates just in time to see Spencer taking a picture with the other security guard. Apparently he’s a fan. “Patrick Bateman? Seriously Charnas?” I laugh, causing the lead singer to look at me; a grin forming on his lips. “I’ve got to keep you guessing, Valentine.” He walks over to me and pulls me into a back breaking hug. “I missed you.” “It’s two in the morning Spence,” I remind him. “What are you doing in Canada at two in the morning? And more importantly, how did you find me?” “Chris. He told me your location. And I wanted to fly out and surprise you, that’s all.” He shrugs. “I’m kinda attached to you and I really miss you.” My heart melts at him saying this. “Let me guess, you don’t have a hotel or anything to stay in.” I assume, earning a nod from the singer. “Follow me and you can crash at my place. It’s a five minute drive from here.” “And when we get there we can watch movies?” He suggests, playfully. “I already have a probably cold pizza in my rental car.” “Sure, you can pick.” I smile as we link arms and walk away. ** “Alright Spencer, what are we watching?” I ask him as I walk out of the bathroom. After my shower I changed into a Scream t-shirt along with short shorts. Spencer looks up at me as I pull my blue hair up in a messy bun. A smirk forms on his lips. “Are you going to answer me, American Psycho?” “Look at your shirt.” He replies. “That should give you your answer.” “Good pick.” I reply as I grab a slice of pizza and sit on the couch next to him. He pulls my legs on top of his, allowing me to lounge on the couch. Causing me to shoot him a look. “What?” He asks, looking innocent. “You’ve been working all day, you deserve to relax.” I just smile as he presses play. “How is work anyway?” “We wrapped today, so pretty fucking great.” I reply before removing my legs from his lap. I scoot over to cuddle up against him instead; this causes the man to smile softly down at me. “What? I like cuddling while watching movies.” He shakes his head, a chuckle escaping as he puts his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. “You’re not going to the wrap party?” He questions. “Do I look like the partying type, Spence?” I chuckle. “Besides, the last wrap party is why my last relationship ended.” “Did you cheat on your boyfriend with Bill Skarsgard?” He jokes, laughing only stops when he realizes I’m not laughing. He pulls away from me, looking at me; kind of shocked. “You hooked up with Pennywise? The girl afraid of clowns?” “You’re acting like I fucked Bill wearing his Pennywise gear.” I laugh. “It wasn’t my finest moment and I regret it. But honestly me and Trever were on the way out anyway. Me having sex with the demon clown only helped end it sooner.” “Have you ever cheated on anyone else?” He questions. “I’m curious.” “Nope.” I reply back quickly. “And that was the only time I ever hooked up with an actor or musician that I worked with. I don’t make it a habit to sleep with the hand that signs my paycheck.” For the rest of the night, a silence washed over us. It wasn’t a bad silence, but a silence that tells me something quickly changed between us. Not sure if that change is good or bad. It’s just different.

[grav3yardbb92]

TRICK OR TREAT ( Spencer Charnas x F!reader)

" baby, I'm preying on you tonight..."  My phone lights up from its spot next to me, playing the song Animals by my boyfriend's band. I glance at his picture on the screen before pausing my horror movie to answer the call.

"You're late, Spence" I state simply into the phone. He was supposed to be here an hour ago, for our traditional Halloween night movie marathon. "Hello, Y/N" he grumbles causing me to laugh at his ghost face impression. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"My life. Now, if you don't get your ass over here, I'm gonna have to find someone hotter to spend my Halloween with."  I threaten, knowing how jealous and possessive he gets.

" Good luck with that. There is no one hotter than me" he answers in his normal, amazing voice this time.

" Oh I don't know, babe. I heard, Chris Motionless is single again." I chuckle to myself, as I'm left with silence on the other end. " Spence?" Still no answer. Did I piss him off?. " Spencer, I was kidding.... Spe...."

Knock knock

The loud bang on the door pulls my attention from my phone. " I'm outside your house" he whispers into my phone. " Damn it Spencer, don't fucking do that" I yell before hanging up and opening the door, revealing my boyfriend in a creepy, blood-spattered mask. He lifts the mask to place a deep kiss on my lips, before pulling away. I take the opportunity to hit him lightly on the chest. " Are you going to tell me why you're late?" I ask, pretending to be angry at him. He then pulls out a shopping bag from behind his back. " I bought you something" he answers as I take the bag, peeking inside. I pull out the plastic mask that matches the one on his head. " What is this for?" Spencer smiles at me before responding. " You want to go scare some kids and take the candy they drop?"  He ask as I slip on the mask " Hell yeah"

[fangirl94stuff]

Spencer Charnas (Ice Nine Kills)

'Hey, y/n can I talk to you for a second y/n?' Mina, one of your employees asks, popping her head around your office door.

You look up from the paperwork on your desk and nod, 'sure, what's up?'

'Ice Nine Kills are playing in town tomorrow night and I was wondering if I could get off work early to meet up with some friends beforehand,' she answers, her voice getting more excited with each word she spoke.

You had to keep calm and professional, you didn't want any of your employees to find out about your love life. You owned a music shop and a couple of years ago Spencer came in when the band was in town the two of you hit it off, and after a year of being friends, he asked you out. You'd done very well to keep your relationship from becoming public and you like privacy along with Spencer.

You nod and smile, 'of course, you can Mina, you're a hard worker. Now let's close for the night.'

Mina's eyes light up, 'oh my god your the best boss y/n.'

You keep the smile on your face until she leaves the room, and then you let out the breath you'd been holding. Mina didn't need to know Spencer was taking you out to dinner tonight because the band didn't play until tomorrow. Grabbing your coat and bag, you leave your office and lock the door behind you.

'Hello beautiful, miss me?' a familiar male voice startles you as you enter the shop floor.

'Spencer!' you gasp, 'what are you doing here? You can't be here right now.'

Anyone would have found it romantic that their partner surprised them at work, but Mina was still here and you didn't want to get caught.

Spencer walks towards you looking confused, 'are you okay y/n? You look like you've seen a ghost. Now I know you missed me as much as I missed you.'

Before you can respond Spencer kisses you. You kiss him back lost in the moment, because it had been two months since you saw each other in person.

'OH MY GOD!' Mina shouts.

You and Spencer pull apart both looking wide-eyed at one another.

'What's going on here?' Mina enquires.

You turn to face your best employee, 'how good are you at keeping secrets? Because Spencer and I would like to keep this under wraps.'

Mina grins like the Cheshire Cat, 'so you weren't lying about having a boyfriend boss, so Spencer's the best you've ever had.'

You feel your cheeks flush and Spencer smiles smugly, 'I'll take that compliment.'

You shake your head while Spencer and Mina laugh at your expense, 'please keep this secret Mina.'

Mina nods her head, 'okay, on one condition.'

'What's the condition, Mina?' Spencer asks.

'I'd like VIP tickets to the show tomorrow for me and my friends,' Mina replies.

Spencer hums, 'you and your friends can have VIP tickets whenever we come to town. But you can't tell a soul about me and y/n.'

Mina claps her hands together and all but bounces towards the front door, 'thank you, Spencer. Your secret is safe with me lovebirds. Oh and y/n we will be discussing details. Bye.'

Once Mina leaves you hug Spencer, 'she's a good one, we have nothing to worry about.'

Spencer kisses the top of your head, 'so I'm the best you've ever had y/n, I'm flattered.'

You groan, 'you're not going to let that go are you?'

Spencer laughs, 'never. Now we should grab some food because I need to give you stories to tell Mina because the best is yet to come y/n.'

You bury your face in his shoulder, this was going to be an interesting night.

[insomtiny]

ok i was almost deadset on going to trinity of terror but now my arm's bothering me again and actually i don't want to go anywhere nevermind

[ratnix]

Idk what you're saying Spencer Charnas should make a musical out of Nevermore since he's already expressed how he'd really like to make one just imagine the fucking bomb theme songs we'd get for Prospero and Montresor like I feel like sometimes we forget how terrifying the concept of Nevermore is: you die a horrible death, respawn and can transform into a ghost and have to fight to the death so you can get a second chance in life and also your ghost forms can be scary af and just IMAGINE the amount of puns we'd get in their songs

[dressmeinapathy]

imagine if mcr5 is a metalcore album and has spencer charnas featured on a song...just imagining...

[feastonkings]

spencer charnas / he/him ——— no way is that GODRIC CHERNYKH .. they’re a 35-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being DEPRESSED & OMINOUS but there are some people who have seen them being SUCCESSFUL & IMAGINATIVE. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of always having a camera on hand, bullet points on a napkin, unsent text messages, five-o-clock shadow, and hand rolled cigarettes, but that could just be because they’re considered the DREAMER around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: godric filipp chernykh nicknames: god, ric, g classification: human gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him age / birthday: 35, november 14th orientations: heteroflexible, heteroromantic occupation: film director & writer location: upper district status: heartbroken family: gavrill chernykh (father, deceased), svetlana chernykh (mother, deceased), giorgi chernkyh (brother, deceased), godric chernkyh (twin), pandora (brother's widow) strengths: succesful, imaginative, empathetic, pensive, philosophical weaknesses: depressed, ominous, morose, obsessive, withdrawn character inspo: eric draven (the crow), edward cullen (twilight), will graham (hannibal), holden ford (mindhunter), vanya hargreeves (the umbrella academy), michael corleone (godfather), marianne sheridan (normal people), tyrion lannister (game of thrones)

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: murder, suicide, blood, graphic violence, abuse

unrelenting passion, it’s the kind of thing that flows hot in your veins and reaches all the way down into your core. when you want someone so bad, need them, it’s hard to breathe air that doesn’t have their taste lingering on your tongue. that kind of passion is rare, indeed, but it can be incredibly dangerous if it isn’t shared. gavrill chernkyh felt this the moment he set eyes on svetlana mirkin.

when someone is that infatuated with a person, it’s hard to deny them. it felt so good to be wanted, to be needed, she was just another girl trying to survive poverty after all. svetlana fell into the beauty of the thing, wrapped up in lust and the heat of the moment. next thing they knew, they were pregnant, having a shotgun wedding, and at each other’s throats.

first came giorgi, and things were good for a while. gavrill was working his way higher up in the crime syndicate his family aligned with. then five years later when things reached their peak, gage and godric came crashing into the world. it was then that their relationship started its downward spiral.

fights started getting physical, passion transformed into something much more poisonous. still, svetlana stayed through the highs and lows until she started to notice giorgi following in his father's footsteps. she wasn't going to have it any longer, she fled to texas with the help of her sister that already resided there and took all three boys with her.

that didn’t stop gavill's passion though, it took him awhile but he found them. and oh, was he angry. out for blood, and that’s exactly what he got. svetlana was torn to pieces in the end. she fought back against him, but she was no match for his skillset. the red cloud lifted from gavill's eyes and he saw what he did, the massive pool of blood, the object of his desire in pieces, his two young boys staring at him in shock. right there he shot himself.

the twins sat in that massacre for nearly two whole days, covered in the mixture of dna that ran through their veins. it was when giorgi came home that authorities were called. despite their crime affiliation, there was no avoiding the involvement of the law.

all three boys went to live with their aunt until giorgi could legally take over the twins' care. the trauma of the situation settling different with the two youngest boys.

unlike his twin, the gruesome departure of his parents affected him greatly. he would find no comfort from his aunt who often couldn't look at the boys due to their uncanny feature similarities to their father. obviously his brothers weren't much help in that, though to giorgi's credit, he tried to offer some. it was him who told his aunt to put the twins in grief counseling.

this was where him and his brothers started to drift apart. while godric had a healthy hate for law enforcement, he wasn't a criminal. he didn't want to make career out of breaking the law. no, he found his passion in telling stories.

he worked hard in school and went on to college, all while distancing himself from his brothers, especially gage. that didn't mean he cut them out completely, but he tread carefully. besides, his twin offered a lot of muse for his work.

out of college he didn't waste a second getting to work and turning pain into masterpieces. though he wrote and directed other things, he made a name for himself in the horror genre. godric brought fresh and innovative ideas to the screen.

eventually he got a steady job with kismet studios that allowed him the freedom to work on all his projects with an extra stipulation of some corporate work now and then. he even met someone that after a long string of failed relationships, seemed to match him in ways no one else had been able to

everything seemed to be going well until he decided to try and make it permanent. godric proposed and that was the end. she never answered him and soon disappeared altogether, leaving him bewildered and heartbroken.

after that, he threw himself into his work and stopped going out like he used to. it has definitely taken a toll on his art, which others have noticed. it got darker and in some ways, much more somber.

he's working on improving that and constantly striving to make the next best thing. he hasn't seen his ex, at that point he figured she'd moved somewhere else and got on with her life. something he needed to do as well.

HEADCANONS.

knows several languages: norwegian, swedish, russian, german, dutch, polish, and hungarian.

can play the piano, violin, and cello - though cello is the instrument he's played the longest.

often basis characters and plotlines on his twin and older brother's stories, he doesn't want to know if they are true or not and this is his way of coping with it.

more coming soon....

[silentdoves]

I Paid To Make You Mine, You See

Inspired by Hostel, Spencer Charnas needs to blow off some steam. Coincidentally, you wake up in an unfamiliar place.

18 + MINORS DNI

word count: 2908

hostel! spencer x gn reader || rape, torture || first person pov

content warnings: rape, abuse, blood and gore, kidnapping, torture, fingernail trauma, wound fucking implied

aka i am painfully attracted to the live performance of wurst vacation it's becoming a problem

also on ao3

I came to in pitch darkness.

There was something on my head, something blocking my vision. A bag, or blindfold maybe. My head was spinning. A headache was staring to form. Thoughts weren’t coming to me, I couldn’t begin to think back to how I got here or even begin to imagine where I could be. The air around me felt cold, and through the brain fog I came to realize I had been stripped down to my underwear. I felt cold metal around my wrists and ankles. I was handcuffed to the chair I was in. The rattling of metal filled the air as I pulled at the restraints. I knew I couldn’t get out of them, but I still tried. I shook my head around, trying to throw off whatever covered my eyes. The room around me was still, but I was unaware if there was another person in here with me or not. I began to yell, to scream and shout for someone to help me. I cried out until my throat began to hurt, and then I cried out more. I didn’t get a response. After what felt like hours of screaming, I heard the creaking of a door opening. The first sense to hit was smell. The smell of death. of decaying flesh and bodies. It hung heavy in the air and attacked my nose. I gagged. Tears had begun streaming down my face, soaking into the fabric covering my eyes. The door shut again and the smell began to fade. Now, there were sounds outside the room. talking, laughing, shouting. People. multiple sets of footsteps approached the door. I heard the door open again, and the sounds became louder. The conversation was in a different language, one I couldn’t understand. A voice stuck out to me, a familiar one. However, as hard as I tried I couldn’t place who it was. I let out a whine and began to pull at my restraints again. The new people in the room ignored me for awhile. They walked around me and continued to chat. Then I felt a hand on my face. It gripped my chin and moved my head slowly. The bag was torn from my head, and I had to squint against the sudden light. The hand on my chin stayed, and my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room as they looked me over.

“Perfect.” A male voice, the familiar one, hummed as they finally let go of my face. Finally able to see, I surveyed the room. Three people stood in here with me. One that had held my face and two seemed to be guards. Rubbery gloves came between my face and the one’s bare hands. A blue surgical mask covered their nose and mouth, though I could still pick out familiar aspects to them. An old, stained apron was draped over the front of them. His blue eyes stared me down, studying me like I wasn’t human. Without looking away, he dismissed the guards. The door shut behind them, trapping me in here with him. Finally he turned away from me. I took a quick glimpse around the room, seeing if there was any way of escape. My eyes fell on the table of weapons to my right. The one my captor was currently approaching. “There’s so many options, I don’t quite know what I want to do with you yet.”

It was on the tip of my tongue, where did I know this guy?

“What the fuck is this?” I managed to squeak out. I sounded scared despite every attempt not to. I whined as they picked up a weapon. “What are you doing-”

“Oh hush, begging won’t do anything but urge me on.” He hummed. His voice was higher pitched, yet still shot fear through my body. His mask shifted, telling me he was grinning behind it. His hand clutched a knife, and he brought it up to my face. I felt the blade brush my skin. The sharp metal left teasing touches, threatening to break skin. I tried to pull away, but his hand was in my hair before I could get very far. He laughed, a sick, high-pitched laugh that shot shivers up my back.

The familiarity clicked, and my eyes went wide. I gasped softly, “Spencer?”

“Oh, would you look at that. They were nice enough to get me a fan to play with,” He chuckled. Spencer Charnas, front man of Ice Nine Kills. I whined softly as I shook my head. This can’t be happening, how was this happening? Spencer saw my distress and his mask shifted with his smile. “Actually, you can keep begging. I like your voice.”

I didn’t say a word. I watched his eyes slowly narrow. The knife was pulled away from my face. I watched it as it moved down my body, the tip now rested against my stomach. The hand holding it twisted, and I felt it enter my skin. Breath hissed through my teeth, my eyes squeezing shut from the sharp pain. He laughed again.

“Come on baby.” He cooed. Shaking my head, I felt the knife sink in deeper. Blood trickled from the small wound, at which point he retracted. I peeked an eye open. Spencer looked down at me, a blood thirsty glint in his eye. “Beg for your life and maybe I’ll treat you better.”

Once again I shook my head. My body was shaking. Small waves of pain echoed through my body, radiating from the one puncture in my stomach. Spencer’s free hand came out to hold my face. The touch of his gloved fingers was gentle, a drastic difference from the pain in my stomach. Another whine slipped from my throat. He cackled. I shuttered, my body shaking from the fear. The hand on my face got tighter and tighter, their fingers digging further into my skin. Trying to pull away was unsuccessful.

“Oh keep making noises. If you listen I’ll be gentle.” I knew he was lying. His grip on the knife tightened. In a flash, I watched as Spencer dragged the knife across my stomach. The cut was shallow, but a sting still shot through my body. I fought back every noise, the urge to scream and cry out dying in my throat. Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes boring holes through me. “I said make noises for me. You’re at my will, and I will do whatever I can to make you listen to me.”

His hand moved from my face as he took a small step back. I pressed my lips together. I stared at him with hatred and fear. He walked away, returning to the weapon table. I watched him pick up the bag that had previously covered my head. Unable to move away, the bag was slipped back over my head. Darkness engulfed me again. My heart beat faster. Spencer walked with silent footsteps around the room. I didn’t know where he was. Not until I heard the snap of scissors next to my ear. I yelped and jerked my head away as much as I could. I heard a laugh and then another snip, this time on the opposite side. Once again I jerked away. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to stop. My breathing was speeding up as he repeated this again and again. The time between snips shortened and shortened. At points his laugh overpowered the scissors, which was even worse to hear. I took breath in with short gulps, and cracked sobs slid out of my throat. Finally it stopped, it all stopped. Silence surrounded me once again, and my breathing slowed further and further before returning to normal. I still felt the man’s presence around me, I could feel him watching me. He was circling me, like a predator with its prey.

“That wasn’t that hard, was it?” He taunted, his voice coming from right in front of me now. I pressed myself against the back of the chair, hoping this was all a bad dream. Though, the dull pain in my stomach reminded me just how real this all was. The bag was ripped off my head once more, but the sight in front of me was different this time. He had removed his blue mask as well as the cap. Spencer’s familiar face stared back at me. He was neatly shaven, hell he looked like he made himself look nice just for this. He still wore the bloody apron and gloves. A twang of attraction shot through as I stared at him. I’d always been attracted to him, and even like this he was undeniably hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and watched as he picked up a pair of pliers. “You’re staring, dear.”

I ripped my eyes away. My heart pounded in my chest as he cackled. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, so vulgar,” He hummed. The pliers grew closer to my hand, and as much as I tried to pull away I couldn’t. He held my hand in place as the pliers clamped onto my nail. I cried out in protest, but that didn’t stop him. A soft tug shot a dull pain up my arm and through my body. I tried to squirm, I tried to pull away. But his grip on my hand was too intense. His movements were slow, making sure he prolonged the pain as long as he could. He hummed as he worked, like this was the most casual thing in the world. Maybe it was to him. I closed my eyes, and only felt as he ripped my finger nail out. I screamed, crying out until my voice cracked and broke. Tears streamed down my face as my finger throbbed. And he just laughed. His grip on my hand readjusted, the pliers tightening around another finger nail. I caved.

“Fine! Please, please stop.” I cried, and when I opening my eyes again I saw him grinning down at me. Fuck, that grin. It dripped poison. He looked more animal than human. He looked terrifying. I sniffled, tears still running down my cheeks. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, doll, I just want to have some fun. To blow off some steam. That’s all.” His voice was soft, mocking. He was teasing me. And that damn smile never left his face. He took my face in his hands. His thumbs wiped away the tears on my cheeks. In any other situation I would be comforted and comfortable. But right now, there was none of that. But I still didn’t find myself pulling away from his hands. I found myself crying again, from all the emotions of the moment. His smile faltered. “Oh don’t cry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“No you won’t. You… You’re gonna…” I couldn’t get the words out between sobs. I sniffled, finally managing to pull myself out of his hold. My gaze slid down to the floor. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Oh maybe I am.” My eyes shot back up to his. Spencer grinned, that darkness back behind his smile. “Maybe I’ll just bleed you out, let your life slip through my fingers. Your fate is in my hands, darling.”

I felt myself shaking. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. I was terrified, though also, in a fucked up way, turned on. He didn’t seem to notice my fear as he pulled himself away from me back to the weapon table. I pulled at the restraints once more and finally, after realizing how trapped I was, gave in. A heavy sigh slipped out of my mouth, one that drew his attention. He turned back to me curiously. I just shook my head and dropped my gaze. He laughed again. It was a harsh sound, like the cut of a knife or the sting of cold air. He came back over to me, I saw his shadow at my feet. I heard the rustle of clothes, and looked up to see him slipping his apron off. The heavy fabric hit the ground with a thud. I hoped this meant he was done with me, however the dark smirk on his face told me otherwise. His eyes didn’t leave me as his hands fumbled with his belt. The room was deathly silent aside from the noise of his belt sliding off.

“Please don’t,” I mumbled, but I knew I was stuck. I was trapped. He was going to do whatever he wanted to me, and I couldn’t stop him. He unzipped his pants, and I was forced to watch as he pulled his cock out. My underwear was yanked down to my ankles. The cool air on my sensitive area caused shiver up my spine. I squeezed my eyes closed as he stepped closer. His dick poked at my hole before harshly being shoved in. I cried out, but quickly felt his gloved hand over my mouth. Pulling back slowly, the man thrust harshly forward again. My cries and sobs were muffled behind his hand. He repeated his motions. A loud groan came from his throat, and the hand on my face began to dig into my skin. The thrusting sped up, and pleasure started to overcome the fear in my veins. A couple soft moans slipped from my lips. I peeked my eyes open to see him grinning.

“You fucking whore, you’re enjoying this?” He cackled, and I felt my face heat up. “Well then come on, moan for me some more. Show me how much you’re enjoying me raping you.”

I tried to shake my head, but couldn’t move under his hand. As his thrusts got harder, I bit back another unwanted moan. He didn’t seem to mind. Degrading words kept slipping through his lips, making it harder and harder for me to keep quiet. His free hand snaked up my body and wrapped around my neck. His thrusts got sloppier, and as I felt like I was reaching my breaking point, he came. I felt his hot cum inside of me, his cock twitching as he pumped me full. His cock was completely inside of me, stretching me completely. I whined softly, squirming from the feeling. Finally he pulled out, and I felt his cum spill out of me. Warm, dripping down my nude body. His cock was still hard, though he didn’t do any more. There was still a dark hunger in his eyes. I started to cry again, though he didn’t seem to care this time as he turned his back to me.

“Please let me go!”

“No can do, darling.” He grinned as he walked back to the weapon table. I watched him. His hand floated over each weapon, before finally picking up an ordinary knife. I kept my eyes on him, not knowing where else to look. He returned to me, his cock back in his pants, but the bulge was still visible. I felt the tip of the knife press into my arm. His hand under my chin made me look up at his eyes. He had a content look on his face. He looked pleased. I felt the knife dig deeper into my skin, piercing slowly through each layer. I squirmed from the pain. His hand trailed from my chin to my arm, gripping it tightly to make it stay still. The knife dug in deeper. It pierced the muscle. I looked over and saw the blade deep in my arm. The man pulled the knife out. The blade was covered in blood. Blood poured out of my arm, coating my skin and dripping to the floor. silent tears rolled down my face. I heard the knife clatter to the ground. His fingers dug into the gash. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, all I could do was watch and stare as his fingertips disappeared under my skin. A blinding pain shot through my body. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I could barely feel his fingers past the pain. Wide eyed, I watched as his finger gripped onto something. He pulled muscle and veins out of my arms, a large mass that dripped blood into the growing puddle on the floor. A single vein ran from the mass back into my arm, still connected to my body. Spencer easily ripped it. A strangled whine came from my throat, the only noise I was able to make as pain pulsed through my body. He laughed again, watching as blood sprayed from the wound. It pumped with the beating of my heart. I stared at the blood, my head beginning to spin from the blood loss. The sound of his zipper came again, and I managed to see him once again pulling his dick out. My eyes started to feel heavy, my head spinning more. I tried to focus on staying awake, but I just couldn’t. His bloodied hand gripped my face again. I watched a knife come into my view before getting placed against my neck. It felt far away, but I knew it was there. The blade dug into my skin. Droplets of blood rolled down my neck.

“Just a couple more rounds, dear. But, this time, I fuck all your holes.” A searing pain spread from my neck, and I saw blood splash on his face before my eyelids came crashing down for the last time.

[deadeyemarkxman]

『 Okay, I know Fui said that Sericole's/Hazen's singing vc was Spencer Charnas from INK, but Danny Worsnop of Asking Alexandria specially in Death of Me is also what I imagine Hazen sounding like when he's singing』

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Is he hot or am I just mentally ill?

The awnser: yes

[cyberplex]

Howdy, Kit, and welcome to the Cyberplex! Please submit your account to the main in the next 72 hours and look over the rest of our checklist here. We look forward to seeing Gage Chernykh, Godric Chernykh, Harlem Diaz, and Kylo Bronson on the dash.

spencer charnas / he/him  ———  no way is that GODRIC CHERNYKH .. they’re a 35-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being DEPRESSED &  OMINOUS but there are some people who have seen them being SUCCESSFUL  &  IMAGINATIVE.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of always having a camera on hand, bullet points on a napkin, unsent text messages, five-o-clock shadow, and hand rolled cigarettes, but that could just be because they’re considered the DREAMER around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

spencer charnas / he/him  ———  no way is that GAGE CHERNYKH.. they’re a 35-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being APATHETIC  &  CREEPY but there are some people who have seen them being METHODICAL  &  SHARP.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of remnants of a russian accent, blood on a tile floor, a smile that doesn’t meet the eyes, hair and heart as black as coal, the quiet in losing loved ones, and a well placed mask, but that could just be because they’re considered the EVIL TWIN around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

dominic fike / he/him  ———  no way is that HARLEM DIAZ.. they’re a 26-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being GULLIBLE  &  SPACEY but there are some people who have seen them being FREE SPIRITED &  OPTIMISTIC.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of the perfect playlist, stick and poke tattoos, goofy t-shirts and oversized sweatshirts, puppy dog eyes, and random lyrics written in pocket size notebooks, but that could just be because they’re considered the FUNCTIONAL ADDICT around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

samuel larson / he/him  ———  no way is that KYLO BRONSON.. they’re a 33-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being RESENTFUL  &  ROGUERY but there are some people who have seen them being WILD &  SLICK.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of assorted body piercings, jumping the train tracks, a message history filled with memes, dark circles under eyes from lack of sleep, and doodles on post-its stuck randomly in his wake, but that could just be because they’re considered the TRICKSTER around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

[0carkki0]

Hmm... Since in my head the song Crucified by Army of Lovers is kinda the opening theme for the world threat fighters (that are more or less the future Guild Wars 2 people) in Guild Wars 1, the song Ex-Mortis by ICE NINE KILLS is more of the opening of Guild Wars 2. I mean the song is about Necronomicon Ex-Mortis (Book of the Dead) and well we start the story by dealing with the Elder Dragon of Shadow and Death. Then we proceed to deal with a crazy scientist. Then Mordremoth who has now Zhaitan’s powers, which means undead plant minions to deal with (as well as some of the sylvari), and then we deal with the God of War and then the Lich King etc And nowadays we are pretty much dealing with demons, it fits pretty good there. 

Now the Guild School’s theme could be Freak Flag by ICE NINE KILLS again. This guild has more or less weirdos in it who don’t necessarily always play by the rules. Freak Flag being the flag of their guild’s emblem on it. And let’s say as long as these world known evil factions and other threats exist, this guild have more a reason to act as the heroic guild that fights for the good. Although within the guild there are a lot of illegalities going on. And even if Vivs is actually saving the world which is seen as a heroic deed, he’s actually in it to higher his chances of getting killed. He struggles with owing his life for people that died for/because of him and the desire to destroy the other mind lurking inside his brains, that if gets a full control of his mind could start mass destruction, by destroying everything Vivs has tried to keep alive all this time. 

Even if he has a sense of responsibility, he is still in the end a necromancer, a fascination in the dark arts. 

The owner of this school is an asura woman that loves Wintersday and sees as her duty to help the orphans in every year. She has toy mounts and is partly a toy herself. Her skin is wooden, but everything inside is still organic and alive. She has a used-to-be golem as her assistant; she’s developed this golen to look more and more like an alive asura man and probably nowadays should be called an android instead of a golem for having so much real -like materials on him that could be mistaken for a real skin, eyes, lips... The only way to tell him apart from a real asura is the lack of facial expressions and really unnatural calmness. Even if this android has has an actual soul in it. This soul is more like a spirit of a former Inquest memeber that got killed in a bit brutal way; he was a test subject of flesh -eating bees that usually made a nest out of corpses. 

Yes. I am planning on getting this android the Queen Bee Infusion... 

Demonic University. Emblem: 

Molly Bae on Wintersday and Halloween: 

And her Assistant Android Maxx on Wintersday and Halloween: 

Molly Bae is more about WIntersday while Android Maxx is more about Halloween. 

Molly’s theme song is Deck the Halls by Tarja (From Spirits and Ghosts -album) and Diva by the same singer. I choose the songs by the singer, whose singing voice I imagine to be my character’s. Like in this case Molly’s singing voice is Tarja Turunen’s singing voice. She used to be study partners with the nowadays known Tixx of Wintersday, and have also been kind of rivals. Of course Tixx always thought Molly’s desire of becoming a doll herself to be something of insanity. Molly is a mesmer of her profession. 

Maxx’s theme song is Cemetary Waltz by Two Steps From Hell and Farewell II Flesh by ICE NINE KILLS. Which means this band’s vocalist’s singing voice (Spencer Charnas) to be Maxx’s singing voice. Which also means that he sings this guild’s theme song Freak Flag in gigs they have. Maxx is a revenant of his profession. 

This guild is known of having large concerts that have a lot of guests from other bands. They also have parties which usually are not fit for people under 18. Usually having heavily sexual themes in them as well as usage of alcohol and drugs. They even have an arena where they battle against each other... the winner is then after the battle allowed to do anything to the loser, as long as it doesn’t kill them or critically wound them. You can guess what that most of them leads to... Molly doesn’t usually take part in them, but observes them. Maxx on the other hand.. She usually deals with political matters that have anything to do with her school. Maxx takes care of matters that need physical strength. 

Vividatt is the Principal of this University. 

[writings-of-a-lost-ghost]

Love this shot of Spencer normally but I just had to do it in my style - Ghost

[kylie-writes-stuff]

i started writing an x reader fic for Spencer Charnas on Wattpad if anyone’s interested 👀

[imaginesinthedark]

Imagine your Halloween costume with:

YUNGBLUD:

Machine gun kelly:

Alex Gaskarth

Jorel Decker

Spencer Charnas

Andy Biersack

Brendon Urie

Oliver Sykes