#halloween 2023; spencer

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @franciscovidal

WHERE: Halloween. Spencer's Party.

Melissa made her way through the crowd, admiring the intricate details of each costume, her eyes suddenly fell upon a figure that had her lips curling at the corners. Vidal, dressed in a meticulously crafted ensemble, stood at the center of the room. She'd done her rounds by now and had made small talk with everyone of importance. Now, she could let her hair down a little.

"I think you should go play," Melissa urged Benjamin away from her side, he took the bait a little quicker than she'd like, watching him scurry away in search of whoever he'd befriend on the evening. Melissa found herself drawn towards Vidal, navigating through the throng of partygoers.

"Well, look who it is," Melissa purred, lips curling into a smile.

[rianavi]

clothes on

kinktober day 1

kinktober masterlist

spencer reid x f!reader

content; smut, dry humping, sub!spencer, needy!spencer, car sex, pet names (baby, good boy, pretty boy), hair pulling, biting

summary; spencer has been hard all day so as you guys get to your shared apartment he cant wait any longer

the car ride home was silent, nothing could be heard besides the soft sound of the radio and spencer’s hard breathing.

you leaned against the window and sighed softly at the content feeling of your boyfriends presence.

he seemed off, and you couldn’t tell why.

when the car came to a stop your eyes fluttered open, expecting to be at home. which was why you were surprised to find yourself parked on the side of a backroad you knew no one ever came to unless they were hunting.

confused you looked over to spencer with raised brows. catching him with his head on the steering wheel and legs shaking.

immediately you thought he was crying which freaked you out.

“spencer? whats wrong?” you asked, resting your hand on his shoulder.

the touch made him flinch and you heard a small whine come from him.

a frown came over your face as you removed your hand, kind of offended as he usually finds your touch as comfort.

“spencer, what happened are you okay?” he doesn’t answer, just continues breathing heavily

“baby,”

that seems to set him off, he throws his head back and groans, eyes clenched shut and adams apple visible.

you see it now, the tent in his trousers, the sweaty hands, the clenched jaw. he was horny.

“oh, baby,” you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean across the center console.

your shirt catches and the edge, pulling it down just a little so he can see straight down it.

resting your hand on his thigh he looks down at you, noticing your cleavage right away.

he has to refrain himself from whimpering out loud, instead just freezing.

he can feel himself painfully hard, knowing that if he looked he’d be completely red.

you look up at him before taking his hand, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“i didn’t want you to say no.” he stammered out, face growing red

you smile at him, “as if i could ever turn you down.”

climbing over the middle, you sit yourself on his lower thighs, reaching under the seat to move it back.

when there is enough room you sit down fully, reaching forward to grab his face.

you kiss him quickly, hungry, and rough. you can taste your own chapstick and feel his soft stubble against your palms.

your right hand leaves his face to drag down and rest it on his upper thigh, rubbing it softly. this causes him to twitch in his trousers and whimper into your mouth. “please,” he whispers breathily into your mouth.

you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip causing him to open it slightly.

quickly you place your teeth around it and start sucking, biting down softly.

he bucks his hips up and grips your hips, moaning loudly.

before you can pull out of his grip he harshly pulls you into himself, your now sitting fully on his lap, his hard on right under you.

you break the kiss, panting heavily and lips swollen.

looking up at him you see him with his eyes clenched and lips all red.

reaching across yourself you plant your hand directly on top of him. pressing down and squeezing softly.

he moans loudly head hitting the seat and back arching. you figure this is the only relief he’s had all day, which kind of makes you feel bad.

“my pretty boy, why didn’t you say anything? you’re so hard, how long has it been.”

“s-since we woke up.” he managed to get out, immediately worrying you

“baby, next time you tell me okay?”

“okay,”

“good boy,”

you start to rock against him, the friction pleasing yourself.

you sigh softly, needing him inside of you.

you reach down and begin to undue his pants, but your hand brushes against his tip and he can’t stop himself.

he grips your hips harshly rocking you quickly against his length. the friction being to much for him.

strings of moans and whimpers leave his lips as he chases his high.

noticing his pleasure you being to kiss down his jawline, making your way down his neck.

you suck softly leaving bruises everywhere you could, moaning into his skin when he rubs against your clit.

it takes a couple more minutes before he feels the tight coil in his stomach and he cant bring himself to move anymore, the pleasure being to much for him.

you notice this and begin rocking against him yourself, ignoring the way his nails sink into your skin or the way he tries to pull you to a stop.

you suckle on his skin once again, this time unbuttoning his shirt and reaching his chest.

his whines and incoherent mumbles grow louder though you can’t understand what he’s saying.

“do you want me to stop?” you ask, making sure he wants to continue

“yes! oh god! yes!” he moans loudly as his back arches.

you reach one of your hands up to his head, pulling softly and his hair.

he practically screams out of pleasure.

you scratch at his scalp pulling every once in a while. going back to biting him.

you can tell he’s close so you rub yourself on him as fast and hard as you can. biting the one spot behind his ear and pulling at his hair.

he cums in hot sticky ropes that immediately seep through his boxers and trousers, reaching your own.

the sounds of his whines and the feeling of him underneath you has you cumming right after him.

you wrap both hands around his neck, resting your head on his chest. panting heavily and legs shaking he kisses the top of your head and rests against it.

“i love you.”

[andreafmn]

Kinktober ⛓️ Day 12

Word Count: 2.4K Paring:  Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Costumes WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), oral (female receving), dom/sub subtext, p-in-v sex

Summary: Spencer's love for Halloween knows no bounds. He plans his costume weeks in advance, he hosts parties at his apartment, and decorates everything, even his desk at work. (Y/N), on the other hand, couldn't care less. But for Spencer, she'd do anything. Even if he goes incommunicado during a case.

A/N: I'm trying my best to get back on track, but life... this past weekend really killed all my writing inspo. Food poisoning is no joke.

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All Hallows Eve was a day that Spencer Reid enjoyed to no end. A day when anyone could be whatever they wanted, hiding behind masks and costumes. There was a thrill to seeing people let out a side they normally would keep hidden. Between the spooky decorations, the scary movies, and all the terrifying marketing surrounding the holiday, Spencer couldn’t think what the best part was. 

Unfortunately for the young doctor, no one in his close circle shared his love for Halloween. Not even his girlfriend, (Y/N). Having grown up in a very religious family, she missed out on all the fun of being a child during the holiday and had found it too much work for one day in her adult years. Meeting Spencer had only made her excited about movies and candy, but her enjoyment never reached Reid level. 

After two years of relationship, though, (Y/N) thought it was time to put in a little effort for her boyfriend’s favorite holiday. While he was away on a case, she decked out their apartment with cobwebs, skeletons, and anything else she could find. She changed lights to colored lightbulbs, changed beddings and decor pillows, and even went as far as to buy a costume. It wasn’t clever or scary, but she had to admit, it made her look unbelievably good.

It had been a week since she had decorated the apartment, and Spencer still wasn’t back. And with Halloween day approaching, she was growing discouraged at all her work. So much invested for no one to enjoy it, she thought.

At least she had somewhere to wear her costume to. Her coworkers had invited her out to a bar on the eve of Halloween where they would give out a round of free drinks to anyone who came in costume, and maybe she had never gotten the chance to go trick or treating, but she didn’t mind free drinks. Maybe Spencer wasn’t home yet, but there was no reason she couldn’t have some fun. 

She had slipped on her green vine short dress, accompanied by a red wig and knee-high boots, and her Poison Ivy costume was complete. With her friends, she danced and drank, ate and sang, pushing her worries and concerns to the deepest corners of her mind. If Spencer didn’t feel the need to call, she didn’t feel the need to leave another single voicemail. (Y/N) would have fun and forget that it had been three days since her boyfriend had felt the need to check in. 

Hours passed, and finally, she felt the urge to go home. She was already sobering up, and the loud music and chattering were getting to her. Her costume gripped at her sweat-covered body, and her wig made her scalp itch. It all made her wonder how people could endure being dressed that way for more than a night. 

With sleep heavy in her bones, (Y/N) turned the key to her apartment’s door. Her cold and lonely bed was calling for her, and she would answer. 

“Spence,” she gasped as she noticed the figure standing in the middle of the dimly lit living room. “You’re back.”

“I am,” he chuckled softly. “And I owe you an apology. I didn’t have cell reception those last couple of days, and I didn’t get a chance to send an email, baby. I know it’s no excuse, but I did try to call you as soon as we landed, but you weren’t answering.” 

“My phone died. I was out,” she said matter-of-factly. “Some friends invited me out for drinks.”

“And you went out in costume?” he smirked. 

“Costumes got us a couple of free rounds,” she shrugged. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you. I went through all the effort of decorating the apartment and inviting our friends over for tomorrow night. But I was mad you weren’t answering, so I decided to use my costume tonight.”

“I really am sorry,” Spencer said, slowly closing the distance between them. “And for the record, you look ravishing as Poison Ivy.”

“I looked better a couple of hours ago,” she pouted, crossing her arms around his neck as he snaked his onto her waist. “Now I’m all sweaty and tired. But I am relieved that you’re finally home.”

“I’m home, and I’m really, really sorry,” he smirked, kissing her softly before whispering in her ear, “and you are making me very hard.”

“Are you serious, Reid?” (Y/N) chuckled. “The only reason I didn’t think you were dead was because no agents had come to our door yet. And I find you here, after days of no communication, and you’re telling me you’re turned on?”

“What can I say, baby?” he grinned mischievously. “Something about you in this costume is doing things to me.”

“So a cheap wig and a green dress is all it takes to get you in the mood, huh?” she snickered. “That’s good to know, baby.”

“With or without a costume, you can get me hard in a second, (Y/N).”

“Doctor,” she gasped as he kneaded the skin of her ass. “You’re being quite riské.” 

“I am in my home. With my beautiful girlfriend. Surrounded by amazing Halloween decorations. And an erection that is making these pants more uncomfortable than normal.”

“You’re so dirty when no one can see you,” she teased, kissing him and taking his bottom lip between her teeth. “What do you think your coworkers would think if they knew their resident boy-wonder was a dirty, dirty boy in private?” 

“They don’t need to know,” Spencer smirked, his hands running up and down her body, feeling her curves under her dress. “There is only one person that I care about who knows how I am in the privacy of my home, and she already does.”

“You’re right about that,” (Y/N) sighed contentedly. “But I’m tired tonight. I was thinking of heading into bed.”

“And waste this masterpiece you have on?” 

“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise for my boyfriend, but he kind of wasn’t returning my calls, so I spent all my energy tonight,” she sighed. (Y/N) wanted to tease him, though. If he wanted to take her to bed that night, she would make him work for it. She ran her hand across his bulge, squeezing his length. “I went out dancing and drinking, so many Batmans and Robins trying to get handsy with me. Even a few Harleys tried it.” 

“And why didn’t you go home with any of them?” Spencer asked, his voice strangled as she continued her strokes. “I’m sure they would have definitely answered your calls. Not like that dumb boyfriend of yours.” 

“Mmm, well, he’s good where I need him to be,” she grinned, nibbling on his ear until he winced. “Although, I do agree that with how he acted this week, he should be punished.”

“He should,” he panted. “He really should.” 

With a devilish grin on her face, (Y/N) pushed Spencer’s body down to the ground so his face was directly in front of her weeping cunt. She spread her legs far enough to fit him between them and pushed his mouth onto her aching bud. 

Spencer knew exactly what he had to do after he slid her panties down her legs. As soon as his face was buried between her folds, he stuck out his tongue and got to work. He traveled across her entrance, separating her labia, and landed on her clit. He sucked and lapped, he circled and pulled, all in an effort to hear the enchanting mewls that left her mouth.

One of her hands snaked into his hair, taking a handful of curls tightly between her digits. She pushed his head further into her, cutting off his air, just like he liked. Only when she came around his mouth would he be able to come up. 

“Oh, baby, keep going,” she moaned, her grip tightening around his hair. “I’m so fucking close.” 

Spencer hummed in approval against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. His mouth worked on her as adeptly as always, finding just the right spots to make her quiver under his touch. He could feel his mind growing hazy from the lack of oxygen, but it was only her pleasure that mattered. He has messed up, and he’d do anything to show her how sorry he was. 

In moments like those, he was thankful for his training. He could last minutes without his breath. And for her, he would last hours if necessary. He knew (Y/N) would keep him there until she thought it was right; she would go without her climax until she decided his penance was enough. 

And minutes that felt like hours were time enough for (Y/N). As Spencer’s jaw grew tight and sore, the woman above him finally let herself unfurl on his tongue, wailing out his name as she came. 

“Good boy,” (Y/N) panted, using a finger under his chin to bring him back up to her face. “At least I know you’re good at doing as you’re told. Now, let’s go to the bed. I think you might deserve a treat this Halloween.”

“Will you keep the costume on?” Spencer asked, trailing along behind (Y/N) like a lost puppy. “Please, will you keep it on?” 

“It wouldn’t be a treat if I didn’t,” she smirked. “As much as I would love to take this off, I love what it’s doing to you so much more.” 

(Y/N) pulled Spencer to their room, letting go of his hand as she laid her body across the bed. After she rested her head on her pillow, she would not move another muscle. Spencer knew that. He knew it was his job to bring her to absolute pleasure. And only when she allowed him to would he join her in the bliss of his climax. 

The woman spread her legs just enough to fit her boyfriend between them. Sluggishness was rapidly taking over her, but she fought against the grasp of sleep. It had been a week without him, and she wanted to enjoy every second awake. Well, for as long as her mind would let her. 

Although, it wasn’t like Spencer was about to take his time. 

With his eyes firmly set on her, Spencer removed his clothing quickly, layer after layer. He didn’t care where they landed. All he cared about was the quickness of his moves. There was a tiredness they both shared, exhaustion from an already long day. But one climax was all he wanted. It was all he needed. 

Spencer crawled up her body, careful not to disturb a single leaf on her dress. Once at sue level, he cradled her cheek softly and pressed his lips to hers. He savored the taste of cheap alcohol and mixer with the cherry taste of her lip gloss.  

“Baby, hurry up,” (Y/N) muttered against his lips. “I’m not gonna last much longer awake.” 

“Your wish is my command,” he chuckled before kissing her again. “I’m close to passing out, too.”

He reached a hand between their legs, grabbing his cock and lining himself up with her entrance before sinking into her warmth. Spencer sighed as he felt her walls hugging him, welcoming his length like he belonged there. 

His hips moved slowly into her, calculated and angled. He knew exactly what she needed to reach completion as quickly as possible. On any other night, Spencer would have been striving for longevity. Calculating the best way to make their time last. But at that moment, they wanted good, quick, and easy. 

It wasn’t long until they were both panting, the tempo of his thrusts slowly increasing as the minutes passed. A thin sheet of sweat had formed on their skin, glimmering under the soft light of their bedroom lamps. Their breaths and their hearts were synchronized, the moment unifying theme as one. 

“You’re close, baby,” (Y/N) chuckled softly. “The vein in your forehead is pulsing.” 

“That’s because I’m focused on one thing,” he responded. “And you always make it hard on me.” 

“Well, you can always do what you want,” she smirked. “But you know you’ll be punished later.” 

“And that’s supposed to be a bad thing, right?” 

“It can be.” 

“That still sounds good to me.” 

“That’s because you’re a sucker for pain, my darling,” (Y/N) snickered. “Now, hurry up and make me cum. Because you can’t until I do.” 

With a focused stare sewn into his face, Spencer moved even more determinedly. He propped his body up with one of his arms, using the other to find (Y/N)’s clit, maneuvering the swollen bus until the moans that left her throat were strangled and consistent. He knew every part of her body, and it was impossible for him to forget how to work around them. 

Spencer continued his attack, using only some of his strength to hold off the explosion that wanted to exit him. All he needed were a few more thrusts and a few more circlings of his fingers to have her come undone around him. 

“Oh, fuck, Spence,” she cried as her back arched away from the bed, her nails digging into the soft skin of his arms. “You can come,” (Y/N) panted. “Go ahead, baby. You can come.” 

It was just the instruction he needed to paint her walls white, shooting strand after strand of his seed deep inside her. “I love you, (Y/N),” he panted as he restated his forehead against her. “And I really am sorry for not calling sooner.” 

“It’s okay, Spencer,” she smiled softly. One of her hands raised to caress his cheek, pressing her lips tenderly on his. “You made up for it. But the next time, I won’t be so… giving.” 

“I would never dare,” he grinned. “Or maybe I would. It’s not like I don’t enjoy my punishments.” 

“Oh, you kinky doctor,” she chuckled as she played with a curl that had fallen over his eyes. “Now, help me get out of this costume. It should be illegal to sell something so itchy.”

“But you’ll still wear it tomorrow, right? I mean, it is Halloween day.” 

“You and your Halloween fever,” she laughed. “Fine. But you’re gonna clean up the apartment after. November first is officially Christmas.” 

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[violentdelightsproductions]

Supernatural x Mayfair Witches (Vol. 2 Lasher)

Rowan Mayfair has been burdened with the privilege and responsibility of to be linked to Lasher, the evil spirit that's connected to the Mayfair family for centuries. But Rowan finds herself overwhelmed and seeks to get rid of the connection. That can only happen with a ritual where Lasher picks another Mayfair, another witch: Ellie. In the aftermath Ellie starts to enjoy the new situation and her link to Lasher but neither Dean Winchester nor Rowan are too happy about it.

That was my nature - going from temptation after temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed. I feel the darkness near me; I feel the light shining. And more keenly I feel the contrast between the two.

Find our Halloween videos and edits here!

[lilyspencerappreciationweek]

Welcome to our very first Lily Spencer Appreciation Week!! A very happy Halloween to every one and we can't think of a better way to kickstart this week 💖💖

Our theme for Day 1 is Halloween - a festival that would be well known in the universe of Bloodbound, and that Lily Spencer (pioneer of werewolf fanfic) would absolutely love! Lily's love for the supernatural predates her Turning, and after recovering from the shock of becoming a vampire she tells the MC about the things she learned on the dark web about such creatures. On this day, it would be great to celebrate Lily's love for the supernatural!!

Any and all content is welcome during this week - fanfic, fanart, headcanons, meta, edits, moodboards, interactive media, even screenshots of your favourite Lily scenes!! Our only requirement is that the pieces should focus on Lily and present a positive depiction of her. WIPs and Throwback pieces are also more than welcome!

You can send pieces during any day of the week (not necessarily just the day of the theme) but do specify which day you meant the piece for!! We will keep a bonus week open for any pending entries too. Our rough deadline for entries will be Nov 10th. You can still send entries after the date and it will still be put up in the masterlist - this date is mostly for us to make the thank you video! Otherwise we will be open for entries until the next event.

Do keep these things in mind while making your posts:

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We hope you have loads of fun this week and bring loads of love for our wonderful, funny, gorgeous Lily!!

Happy Lily Appreciation Week, everyone!!!

[erdogan-nevra]

"Have you seen this show yet?" She pointed to her costume, a goofy grin on her face. "It's about Wednesday Addams but more new version Sabrina the Witch vibes. I look good, right?"

Halloween was one of the holidays Nevra actually enjoyed. She wasn't all out crazy for it but there was something fun in dressing up.

"I'll understand if you want to take a picture with me. It's pretty authentic."

[arlo-has-descended-to-dirt]

Whoops I slipped into your kinktober master list and I can’t get out, whatever can I do?

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Halloween 2023 ✤ Archetypes

There's a final girl Does she look like me?

Spencer Hargrove is the Final Girl: Fuck your heroes, I'm saving myself

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[lizzybeth1986]

Tagging @lilyspencerappreciationweek and @sazanes for LSAW Day 1: Happy Halloween!

My faceclaim for Lily is the beautiful Yandeh Sallah!

I wanted to make a moodboard with a slightly dark tone, soft lighting with warm tones. Lily definitely has a fun vibe but I also wanted to explore the more "otherworld", "vampirish" side of her with the pics and colours I chose here. I feel like once she does turn into a vampire, Halloween would probably take on a different meaning for her (and other vampires obvs)

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Can some american explain to me what the fun is in a corn maze or how that works? I'm honestly struggling a little to write about it lol

[angelwiththeblue-box]

movies dont create psychos. they make psychos more creative

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leveragetober day 31- halloween

taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @joshkiszkashusband @genuine-possum @depressedtransguy @dramabeansoup (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[msmelissalin]

Melissa scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces of business, friend and foe, and the pulsing energy of the party. Spencer's taste in music never failed to set the right mood. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she spotted a group of friends huddled near the bar, their laughter carrying over the music. Benjamin was around here somewhere, cooking up a storm, no doubt.

Moving through the crowd, Melissa caught a glimpse of Spencer at the center of it all, effortlessly working the room with his characteristic charm. He was the life of the party, and it was evident why his gatherings were always...so extravagant. Melissa let her hair down, metaphorically and literally, her movements becoming more uninhibited as the night progressed. It was a rare moment of freedom, a break from the responsibilities and expectations that seemed to constantly weigh her down.

And she intended to make the most of it.

Within a moment she was entangled in the crowd when she spotted Cassandra. "I'm here to dance with you if you'll let me." There'd been something tense between them for a while, and Melissa was yet to figure out was it was. But she didn't give the woman time to talk before she began dancing, flashing a smile.

@mobscene-starters Location: Aldwych Tube Station, Spencer's Hallowe'en Party.

It hadn't taken long for her to shed Regina's brace. Not conducive for Cassandra Acton levels of drunk, apparently. Who'd have guessed.

Spencer's parties were always her favourite kind, and even though she could've done without Diana Sehgal lurking, at least her presence meant there would be a solid lid on all of the underground shenanigans. No press, no photos, no Westminster Insider... Perfect, considering she was hoping to be spectacularly messy on one of the rare occasions where she could do so without feeling guilty.

"Just a heads up, if you're not here to either dance with me, or pour alcohol directly into my mouth, then fuck off."

[violentdelightsproductions]

Supernatural x Mayfair Witches AU (Vol 1: The Witching Hour)

"It's the old Mayfair house. Parties at the turn of the century that went on for days, murders, disappearances, ghosts. There's ghosts everywhere in New Orleans. But really, that house it's famous for its witches. Witches, vampires, demons."

Rowan Mayfair has finally returned home. And that means that the Mayfair family has to come together for the occasion. That includes Ellie Spencer. Of the Mayfair bloodline on her mothers side. Soon she will realize that she has a lot more in common with Rowan than she thinks.

Find our Halloween videos and edits here!

[reidbae]

DAY 30: Scream — costumes w/dom!spencer reid & dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

PART 2

summary: After vaguely mentioning your attraction to the Scream character, Ghostface, your two boyfriends decide to dress as him for Halloween. And, needless to say, they aren't afraid to make you scream.

pairing: dom!spencer reid and dom!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names for reader (princess, honey, angel, baby, love, doll [sry i went crazy]), reader is fairly shy, spencer is more soft!dom and hotch is more rough/hard!dom, obv use of masks and veryyy heavily implied mask kink, loads of degradation and a lot of praise, hair pulling, blowjob, vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this <3), choking, teasing, small implication of hotch being a little older than reader, lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.5k

a/n: this took me so long PLSSS and i'm not even that crazy about it, but i think i will be posting the second part of this for halloween tmr so i hope that will be better <3 i hope y'all enjoy and have a good halloween tmr/had a good halloweekend!

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You were walking through the doors of the the bullpen of the BAU, large bags of candy in your hand as you waved hello to various coworkers of yours.

The BAU, thanks to Derek Morgan, was having a Halloween party to celebrate the spooky holiday. Work had ended a few hours ago at this point, so everyone had finished most of their case files and papers of the like.

To your surprise, a lot of your coworkers were here, and a lot of them were dressed up. It was surprising to see, considering that it was a Tuesday, but it wasn’t an issue, really. As for yourself, you were dressed up as a princess this year.

Well, kind of.

You didn’t feel like going out to get a Halloween costume, so you decided to wear a dress and heels, some jewelry, and call it a day.

“Hey, Y/N. Cute fit,” Derek teased you the second you reached your desk, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. You smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

You pulled back to look him up and down, observing his simple attire, that looked very similar to the henley and jeans combo that he wore on a daily basis. “Thanks, Derek. And what are you supposed to be?” you smiled..

“I’m me, obviously. Can’t get much better than that,” Derek chuckled, taking a sip from the glass that he was holding. You shook your head, giggling.

“Of course,” you said. “Um, where’s Hotch? A- And Spencer?” you then asked Derek, curious as to why you had yet to see the two of them.

It had been common knowledge among your team that you, Aaron, and Spencer all had something going on, but none of you had ever specified what that was.

It would be a simple answer, but you never felt the need to explain your business nonetheless. Aaron and Spencer were both your boyfriends, and while not romantically involved with each other, they were incredibly enamored with you.

So when you noticed neither of them were there, you felt not only concerned, but also suspicious.

“They just went up to Hotch’s office, I think,” Derek said, shrugging his shoulders.

You nodded, setting the bags of candy that you had down on your desk before saying, “Thanks, Derek.”

The blinds in Aaron’s office were shut as you approached it, causing you to raise even more of an eyebrow.

What the hell were the two of them up to?

Throughout the week hat Derek had been raving about this party, Aaron and Spencer had refused to tell you who they were dressing up as, or if they were even dressed up at all. You figured the two men would want to confide in you about their costume choices, but apparently, your help wasn't required.

Which only made you more sure that the two of them had something up their sleeve.

You knocked on the office door and put your ear to it, wondering if you could hear the two of them talking. You found that you could, but all of their dialogue was inaudible. Sighing, you decided to just open the door, let yourself in, and see what they were up to.

You turned the knob and pushed open the door. The view you were met with was one of Aaron and Spencer stood next to Aaron’s desk. Aaron had his arms crossed, and there looked to be a mask of some sort in his hand.

And from what you could see, Spencer was holding the very same mask.

The two men’s eyes met yours when you walked inside of the room, and their appearances sent a quick rush of butterflies to your abdomen.

Spencer was in a white button-up, black vest and tie, along with black slacks and belt. Aaron was wearing the same attire, except he was only wearing a collared shirt, slacks, and belt. While you were unable to tell who the two of them were supposed to be just yet, you grew nervous nonetheless.

They had to be doing this on purpose.

“Hey, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, taking a second to look you up and down and turn his body to face you. “You look amazing in that dress.”

You smiled shyly over at Spencer, a cheesy smile across your face. “Thank you. Um, so—What are you guys supposed to be? You—You never told me,” you didn't fail to remind them, crossing your arms.

“Oh, well…” Spencer 's voice trailed off, gazing over at Aaron and beckoning for him to say something.

Aaron cleared his throat and held up the mask he was holding so you could get a better view of what it was, smiling. “We’re not really resembling the original, but this is what we came up with.”

Aaron was showing you a mask that made your heart flutter; It was a Ghostface mask, the mask of a killer from a franchise of horror movies that you thoroughly enjoyed.

A killed that, despite your role as an FBI profiler, found very attractive.

You remembered vaguely saying a word or two about the masked man when the three of you sat down to watch Halloween movies a week or so ago. You made a brief, dismissible joke about the killer being attractive, and how you wouldn’t be afraid of getting injured if either Aaron or Spencer was wearing the mask.

Needless to say, though that wasn’t really true. Your pulse was going like crazy, and it was no doubt because of the nervousness that you were feeling.

You seemed to short circuit as you stood there, your eyes widening in response to the two men's choice of attire. Finally, when you didn’t speak up, Spencer smirked at you and asked, “Something wrong, love?”

You shook your head a little too quickly, looking down at the floor. “No, n- no!” you defended, giving a heavy sigh. “Nothing’s wrong. Um—You guys look—Really good," you barely managed to get out.

“Do you want to see them on?” Aaron asked as he smirked at you, holding his mask up as he spoke in reference to it.

If your pulse was high before, it was through the roof now.

“Um, su- sure?” you said a little anxiously, finding yourself annoyed at the fact that all words were failing you all because of a mask.

But, God, you couldn’t help it.

The two men gave each other a knowing smirk, one that you couldn't miss, before putting the masks on their faces and securing them in place. They both turned to look at you, waiting for some sort of answer from you.

But, unlike they were probably expecting, your response was physical, not verbal.

You were damn near weak in the knees at the view before you, your face, neck, and ears all growing warmer by the second. They could probably assume your look was one of unease, if it weren’t for the fact that they knew you, and they knew what you were feeling.

“Wow, you look—Good. Um, great, even,” you stuttered out, rubbing the back of your neck in a nervous manner. Before you could even think it through, your next words were gushing from your lips. “I’m going back to the party now,” you said in a muddled rush.

You were squealing as you walked out of the room, blushing as you replayed the scene of your two masked boyfriends in your head. You could hear Aaron and Spencer laughing as you left the room in a hurry.

You knew they liked to tease you, but, damn, really? You didn't think they would do this, of all the things.

They just didn’t have a care in the world about making you feel this way.

And if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d be a mess by the end of this party.

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You were sitting in an abandoned office in the BAU, doing your best to relax and calm yourself down with the way the last hour had just enfolded.

Your boyfriends were dicks. Assholes. Whatever you wanted to call them, that's just what they were,

They’d been walking around the place for the last hour like they owned it, knowing just what they were doing to you as they did.

You both hated and loved how grand of an effect such a simple action, such a simple costume could have on you, all because it was them who were doing it, and them who were wearing it.

You ran your hands through your hair as you stood in the room, trying to slow down the pace of your breath.

And trying to ignore the needy feeling between your legs.

Just then, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump out of your own head to pay attention to it.

And, of course, who could it be but the two men on your mind?

“Y/N, honey? Are you in here?” a calm male voice called out for you, opening the door to the office you were in.

Spencer, whose mask was perched above his head, walking in, Aaron behind him. Your eyes flickered between the two of them for a second, before you spoke.

“Hi,” you said shyly, crossing your arms the same exact way that you had earlier on in the evening. “What’s up?” you asked, attempting to make your voice sound as casual as possible

“You kind of ran off there, princess. We got worried,” said Spencer, a sly smile over his face as the two of them approached you. “Everything okay?” he asked, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You looked down as he did so, feeling your cheeks flare up with heat. “No, yeah, I’m—Okay. You guys can go back to the party,” you muttered to them, avoiding their eyes.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriends throw that same knowing smirk at each other, the same look they'd given each other earlier, before Aaron spoke up. “Alright, stop with the shyness and spit it out, honey. What’s on your mind?”

You looked up at him, and then quickly looked away as you again saw his mask, which was in the same place as Spencer’s was. “Nothing. I told you guys, it’s nothing,” you said to them again, sighing.

Spencer walked up to you, his tall appearance causing a lump to form in your larynx. “Well, obviously, something's the matter, princess,” Spencer cooed, bringing his thumb to rest under your chin. Deciding to get to the root of the issue, Spencer asked, “Is it the masks, honey?”

That was when your nervous gaze finally met Spencer’s eyes, and you nodded, feeling like a little girl being forced to admit to misbehaving.

That’s sure as hell what it felt like.

Spencer smiled down at you, and looked back once at Aaron before asking, “You like them, huh?” his tone somehow caring yet coy all at once.

Again, you nodded.

“We figured you would,” smirked Aaron from behind Spencer, moving closer to you himself. “That was why we got them, really," Aaron shrugged.

“Yeah,” Spencer laughed in response, grinning at the two of you. Spencer’s eyes then softened as he looked down at you as he noiced the shyness of your demeanor. “We’re glad that worked.”

You gave a small, nervous giggle, too, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen now.

No doubt, whatever it was, it wouldn’t be able to leave this room.

“Well, uh, we’ll be happy to put them back on for you, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “Is that something you’d like?”

Your words fell quickly from your lips as soon as the query was spoken. “Y- Yes, please,” you eagerly said to the two of them, suddenly finding a voice as soon as Spencer promised you that they’d put their masks back on.

You couldn’t dream of anything better.

“Mmhm. Just do us a favor, okay?” said Aaron lazily as he moved closer, running his fingers over your hips as Spencer backed up a little. Aaron then put his mask back on, looking down at you. "Don't scream."

Spencer followed through and put his mask back on as well, and your eyes widened at the view of your boyfriends, dressed as one of your all-time favorite horror roles. They were so, so close to you as they looked down at you.

It was a wonder you didn’t pass out on the spot.

Aaron backed you into the wall of the office as Spencer walked away to close and lock the door, leaning his arm on the wall next to you. Spencer joined the two of you seconds later, positioned next to Aaron.

You felt yourself grow weak in the knees as the two men hovered above you, closing your eyes as a fiery blush filled your cheeks. Aaron cupped your cheek, and if you could see his face, you’d be sure that he was smirking, gazing down at you as you shyly slid down the wall.

“Aw, what’s the matter, princess? What’re you so nervous for?” Aaron chuckled in a jeering tone, holding your face in a soothing manner as he smoothed his thumb under your cheek.

“Give her a break. She’s just shy,” said Spencer in response. Spencer reached his hands out to grip your hips, chuckling. “Aren’t you, honey?”

“You guys are such teases,” you murmured more to yourself than them, earning chuckles from both of them.

“We just love to play with you, honey. You’re so easy to mess with,” said Aaron, like that fact was common knowledge. “How do we look?”

You looked up at him, like that fact was common knowledge. But, “G- Good,” was the only word stuttered you could get out of your mouth without your tongue slurring the words.

“Glad you think so,” smiled Spencer, running his hands over your body.

"But we'd look better with you between us," said Aaron in a sly tone, pulling you closer, so that you were flush against his front.

You couldn’t get a word out as Aaron picked you up from the ground, walking you to the couch that was in the room. He put you down on it, and, just like he’d said, put you onto all fours, so that you were bent over for the two of them to see.

Spencer had his arms crossed as Aaron ran his hand over your back, looking down at you. “Oh, look at you, honey. Fucking adorable,” Aaron groaned. He turned back to look at Spencer. “What do you think, Reid? What should we do with her?”

Spencer chuckled behind his mask and sat down in front of you on the couch, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I think our princess here needs some attention of her own. Wouldn’t you agree, angel?” Spencer cooed.

You were eager to nod, feeling your pulse quicken at Spencer’s teasing. “Y- Yes, please,” you whimpered.

Aaron obliged, moving himself behind you and grabbing your hips to keep himself steady. You could hear his belt unbuckling from behind, followed by the sound of it clattering to the ground.

Aaron lifted your dress up, and didn’t misuse even a second as he yanked down your underwear. The older man thumbed your thighs, and then your clit, causing you to let out a low mewl.

“Fuck, doll, you’re dripping. Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron laughed at you, rubbing your clit more, just to get you going.

You let out small whines and whimpers as Aaron touched you, and from what you could see, Spencer was hardening in his slacks from the sound of your moans alone.

That only made you want the two of them more.

“There you go, honey. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours,” Aaron encouraged you, moving his thumb at a quicker pace over your clit.

Spencer, eager to be engaged in some way, began to tease your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Your bra wasn’t doing all that much to stop him from doing so, and, it was then and there that you knew you were done for.

You looked back to see Aaron pulling his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, that was just as hard as Spencer’s was. He let out a low grunt as he moved his hand up and down on himself for a few seconds, readying himself for you.

Meanwhile, Spencer’s attention was fully on you, and he chuckled as he cupped your cheek again. His other hand fumbled with his belt, and he tilted his head at you, his mask being what was gazing back at you.

“You don’t mind me using that pretty mouth of yours, do you, princess?” Spencer cooed to you. You quickly shook your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Spencer whispered back to you, smoothing his thumb under your cheek.

You moaned as Aaron then suddenly, very suddenly, pushed himself inside of you from behind, slowly inching his cock inside of your cunt. Your hand almost immediately went to cover your mouth while Spencer yanked down his pants.

“Ready, angel?” Spencer cooed like nothing else was happening, like you weren’t getting fucked goddamn senseless by Aaron, even if it'd only been a couple seconds of sex thus far. Nevertheless, you nodded, and did just what Spencer asked of you.

Spencer’s size concerned you only a bit as you went down on the brunette genius, bobbing your head up and down on his dick as Aaron pounded into you from behind, and maybe you’d gag, or choke, or cough.

But it didn’t matter, just as long as you got to have them.

“Fuck, doll—You feel so fucking good,” Aaron muttered to you from behind, fucking you at a pace that should be considered illegal for how quick it was.

And how good it felt.

“Such a good girl,” Spencer whispered to you, petting and pulling your hair as a means of pulling you down more onto his dick. “You’re taking us so well, angel,” he cooed.

“Mmhm,” Aaron hummed in response. He moves both of his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbed you by it, pulling you closer to him, and thus pushing himself further into you. You let out a loud mewl in response.

Aaron covered your mouth, letting out a chuckle from behind you. “Didn’t we tell you not to scream, honey?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered with flushed cheeks, pulling back from Spencer for a moment to not only speak, but to also catch your breath. “I’m—Trying.”

“Try harder,” Aaron said roughly as you reattached your lips to Spencer’s cock. “We’re the only ones who get to hear how much of a whore you are," your boyfriend shamelessly degraded you.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined for more pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the two men in front of you.

Or, well, behind you.

“Fuck, just like that, love,” Spencer groaned, not paying too much attention to what Aaron was saying. “You’re doing so good for me. So, so good," Spencer praised.

You moved your head up to get a better view of Spencer as you sucked him off. He looked so hot like this, as he did each time that you blew him.

That mask only magnified that fact.

“You should see how much of a slut you look like, honey,” Aaron chuckled. He ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling your head down and guiding you as you sucked Spencer’s dick. “Fucking whore.”

Your cheeks were warm with arousal as your brain did the best it could to keep up with Aaron’s degradation, mixed in with Spencer’s praise.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head as the scene unfolded before you: Aaron pounding into you from behind, you gagging around Spencer’s cock, and you knew it was going to send you to the edge so fucking quick.

And just when you believed it couldn’t get any better, you were quickly proven wrong.

Aaron, like he’d done so many times before when the two of you were having sex, used a hand to grab a hold of your neck, and squeezed down with force. You found yourself coughing at the sudden, but arousing action, causing both Aaron and Spencer to chuckle.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Aaron chuckled, administering a small slap to your ass with his free hand. “You want it harder, doll?”

You did what you could to nod, and even pulled away from Spencer’s dick again just to get the words out. “Please, I—I want more, A- Aaron.”

“You’re going to have to beg me better than that,” Aaron said cruelly, beginning to slow his pace down as well. You whimpered in response, ready to give some bratty remark back to him.

But your body needed him too much.

“No, please—Please don’t stop. I’m—I’m begging you. Please,” you whined, feeling utterly helpless to him.

“Please, what, honey?” Aaron teased you anyways, as if this couldn’t get any worse for you, as if you weren't already in the most vulnerable place you could be, begging you for his mercy.

Like you’d said earlier: You were done for.

You let out a small groan at your boyfriend’s continued teasing, but were quick to concede, sighing. “Keep going, please. A- And, harder, rougher, fuck, please," you whined aimlessly, hardly sure of the words coming out of your mouth at this point.

Aaron, knowing that when you began to become incoherent, that you were close to the edge, smirked as he obliged your needs. He began to pound back into you again, and, out of habit, you began to suck Spencer’s dick once more.

Spencer was letting out groans of his own as you sucked him off, pushing your head down as much as be could without making you gag. “Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m so close. You’re doing so good,” Spencer whispered to you, running his fingers through your hair for the millionth time as he praised you again and again. “Good girl, just like that."

Spencer moved his hand over to your back, caressing you slowly for a few seconds before moving his hand down to your clit, just as Aaron had done before. Reflexively, you whined out in pleasure.

The mix of Aaron’s cock, Spencer’s fingers, and both of their moans, was building a pleasure inside of you that you didn’t think humanly possible until now. Spencer thumbed over your clit as quickly as he could, rubbing you in fast circles as the scene before you enfolded.

“You gonna cum for us, honey? Show us how much of a whore you are?” Aaron said in a malicious tone of voice, still squeezing down on your neck. Again, you did what you could to nod.

“That’s it, baby. Go ahead,” Aaron finally encouraged.

You didn’t need much more than that.

You were climaxing in seconds upon Aaron’s command, the room smelling of sex as the three of you filled it with your moans. You could taste Spencer’s seed as ropes of it made their way into your mouth, while relishing in the pleasure of Aaron filling you with his own release at the same time.

Aaron chuckled as he pulled out of you, getting up from where he was on the couch. You whined at the sudden exit, your thighs shaking as you moved your head off of Spencer’s tip and sat up on the couch. You then pouted when you saw Spencer getting up, too.

“Where are you guys going?” you asked with a sad face, already feeling incredibly bare without the two of them next to you. They had never been ones to have sex without aftercare, so the fact that they were getting up was worth raising an eyebrow over.

Spencer put his thumb under your chin and finally removed his mask, just to kiss the top of your head. “Giving you some time to come back down to earth, princess. You probably need it.”

“And we’re sure you’ll need us again before the party’s over. And after the party’s over,” Aaron chuckled, removing his mask as well.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone of voice, your cheeks warm from the unneeded jeering. All you could do was cross your arms in response.

Spencer smiled down at you. “Don’t worry, princess. There’ll be more fun later on, okay? Just as long as you’re good for us. Can you be good for us, angel?” Spencer asked you genuinely.

You looked up at Spencer in a pout, but, at some point, you sighed and nodded. “Yes.”

“There’s our girl,” Spencer cooed. Then,  Spencer turned to face Aaron, smirking at him. “Shall we?”

Aaron, mirroring Spencer’s expression, nodded, and the two of them walked out of the office, leaving you there to think about all that had just happened.

Your dress was ruffled, and your thighs were a messy, shaking mess in the aftermath of what had just occurred with your two boyfriends.

You wanted to hate them so bad for this. How were you supposed to go back to the party now?

It didn’t even matter. You heard what they said.

"After the party’s over…"

You couldn’t even conjure up the image of what was going to happen then.

All you knew was that it was going to be a hell of a Halloween.

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[erdogan-nevra]

Nevra as Wednesday Addams at Spencer's Halloween Party