Spencer Charnas One Shots

III. Storms and Secrets *

* warning: sex, blood, sexual violence, bdsm, knives, bondage, kink, degrading and praising

*note: always ask for consent before doing anything like this. in the story they will be using a method of a safe word. please run this buy your partner before you try anything. stay safe

"So, let's talk." Spencer started. "The power's out and I'm bored." I looked at him and he held his arms open. I groaned playfully and got up from the spot on the couch I was sitting and joined him in his lap on the chair. I dangled my legs over the arm.

The room was still slightly lit from the setting sun. The lightning struck and the thunder clapped soon after. The storm was right above us. "Talk about what?" I questioned. He put his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed it.

"Anything. We haven't spent much time together recently because of the album. Sometimes I just wanna talk to my girlfriend," Spencer told me and leaned down to kiss my lips. I chuckled and pushed his face away. "Let's talk about something interesting."

I hummed and thought. What was something interesting I didn't know about Spencer? I basically knew everything. His favorite horror movies, the kind of salt he liked on his steak. I guess the only thing I didn't think of was...

"Do you have any sexual fantasies?" I asked. His eyes widened, and mine did as well. I didn't mean to say that aloud. "I- I mean you d- don't have to tell me!" I stuttered out and sat up quick. We'd had sex, multiple times. I just didn't know what kind of person he was in the bed.

"No, it's okay!" he said, grabbing my hips and laying me back down. He put his hand on my stomach this time. "I.. I do." I blinked a few times and gulped.

"If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" I whispered, feeling my face warm. He looked down at me with a hesitant look. "I won't judge you, Spence. We've been together for how long?" I smiled softly and reach up to put my hand on his cheek.

"I'd love to hear yours, baby.." he said with a smile. I didn't know how real this was about to get. I guess I never really told anyone, not even my best friend. It was always a secret, I felt gross for liking it.

I swallowed thickly. "I have a.. knife kink." I looked at him and his eyes widened with curiosity. "Except.. I don't like dull knives. I like sharp ones, I like feeling the cuts be made. Something about the drip of blood I see. But I only like it sexually.. I like it being controlled. I like the feeling of the cold knife and the air hitting the exposed cut." I spoke pretty quietly, covering my face when I was done.

"Wow, I thought you were more innocent, Y/n." he joked. I uncovered my face and smiled up at him. "Do you like any other type of violence in a sexual way?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I do. I'm okay with it when its controlled, and I can talk to my partner." He nodded to me and softly ran his fingers through my slightly-knotted hair. "Can you tell me yours?.."

Spencer laughed and looked away, taking a moment. He looked back at me and I grabbed his free hand, holding it for comfort. "You know I like horror films, right? Well.. The thought of being an attacker.. really turns me on. Not just like killing people for fun or really harming anyone for no reason, but I've thought a lot about the idea of kidnapping my partner. Not actually kidnapping, but taking them into custody. I.. like to be in control. I want them to be scared of me." He bit his lip and continued, "I want them to be my prey."

My mouth was wide open but I quickly shut it, swallowing thickly like I had did before telling him mine. "I- I know it's really not safe and I shouldn't think-"

"No no.." I stopped him and sat up. "I'm shocked you told me. No one would ever tell me something like that." I continued, turning myself to straddle his lap. He looked at me with a confused look but I just smiled.