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hello peeps
kinktober isn't happening bc im not skilled enough and also im starting a new job so like idk if ill have time, hopefully this doesn't suck and makes up for it
i have no plan so lets go!
let's pretend this isn't over a month late xoxo
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I sat scrolling through Pinterest feeling immensely uninspired by the lack of non-cringe halloween couples costumes. I rolled my eyes with a smile as I scrolled past another vampire couple.
Wilbur knocked on the door gently coming in with two cups of tea, "Hey y/n you had any luck?" He put the cups down and bent over to kiss me on the forehead.
"Nope, it's all the same stuff," I laughed.
He smirked, "I'm sure we'll work something out, I'll have to look when I go shopping later."
"That'd be great, thank you for doing that by the way," I put my phone to the side pulling him on top of me.
"You have work, it's the least I could do," He smiled.
"I love you, have I ever told you that?"
"Only once or twice."
I giggled.
Wilbur spoke again, "the boys are going to the party too which will be cool."
"Oh nice! Feels like it's been ages since I saw them, how has the new music been going?" I ran my fingers gently through his hair.
"Pretty good yeah, we should have a few new songs completely written by next week."
"I'm so proud of you," I kissed his forehead as he flushed slightly.
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It had been a few days since we spoke about the halloween costumes, or our lack of.
Wilbur waltzed into the kitchen with his arms behind his back, "Guess whattttt!!" he sang.
"What?" I laughed, stirring the pot of soup on the stove.
"I solved the costume problem," he smiled, looking very pleased with himself.
"Oh you're amazing Wilbur!!"
"I know I know," he giggled and he pulled a box from behind his back.
I reached out to take it but he pulled it away slightly, "however, I want it to be a surprise, I don't want you to see my costume until the party," he grinned mischievously.
"Oh really?" I smirked, "Sure why not, you want me to meet you there?"
He nodded, barely able to conceal his grin, "Yes you're the best y/n!!" he giggled, putting the box down and pulling me into a tight hug.
"Wilbur?"
"Yes my love?"
"You're squishing me too hard"
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It was the day of the party and Wilbur had been secretly sneaking around the house all day.
I stirred the pot of soup on the stove, closing my eyes as its scent drifted up my nose, tomato and basil. I smiled to myself before feeling Wilbur wrap himself around me, his head resting on my shoulder.
"Hey soft boy," I smiled, opening my eyes.
"Hi," he mumbled, "is the food nearly ready?"
"Yeh, just a minute now," I turned to kiss him.
"Great," he smiled, he bent down and kissed me gently, hands gripping my hips gently.
He really was a gentle giant. Always so careful with me, I loved him for it, but I did sometimes wish his touches lasted longer, he had bruised me once, completely by accident. He was unbelievably apologetic, but I loved it, the way it felt afterwards, the tenderness to the muscle beneath; it had me reeling for weeks. A sign that I was his, his fingers marked into my flesh.
I was probably wrong for how much I liked it but it didn't hurt to have fantasies.
I was brought back to reality by Wilbur pressing kisses down my neck, and I groaned under my breath, "Will, as much as this is wonderful, the food is ready."
He chuckled and pulled away, "Of course, just got carried away."
I smiled and served our lunch, we ate, making small talk about what lovejoy was working on at the moment. After we headed to the living room and settled down to watch a film before the party, we picked nightmare before christmas; one of my favourites.
I snuggled up against Will and he ran his fingers through my hair as we watched. "I like this film," he whispered.
"Glad you're enjoying it," I giggled, booping the end of his nose.
He feigned shock and clutched his chest before we both dissolved into fits of giggles.
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The film finished and Wilbur stretched before checking the time on his phone, "I should probably head over to James's for the party now," he hugged me tightly before standing up.
"Kay," I mumbled, "I'll see you later!"
"I'll leave your costume on the bed, no peeking till I'm gone," he smirked down at me.
"I promise, scouts honour," I saluted.
He rolled his eyes playfully before heading to the bedroom, leaving with a bag slung on his back and he blew me a kiss, "See you later my love."
I waited patiently for the door to shut before scrambling into the bedroom to see what my costume was. A small package waited expectantly on the bed, a note on top.
'Don't wear anything underneath for me
yours always Will <3'
My face flushed and I bit my lip, tearing open the package, jaw dropping as I took in the outfit; if you could even call it that. I lifted up the dress? it was supposed to be a dress (at least I thought so), it had blood splatters and tears in it and came with a pair of ripped up fishnets, I was even more confused now as to who we were going as.
I got dressed quickly, doing my makeup; some fake blood splatters and mascara running down my cheeks. I snapped a quick photo and sent a text to Wilbur. 'all ready for you my love, see you soon<3'
I giggled to myself as I headed out the door, tucking the key along with my phone into the pocket of my coat, it was unbelievably cold out.
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It didn't take me long to get to James's place, I could hear the music from up the street, I knocked on the door and Jago opened the door pulling me into a hug.
"Hey y/n, how are you doing??" he pulled back and I could see he was dressed like the joker.
"I'm good, how are you? Nice outfit," I laughed.
"Thank you thank you, I'm matching with Kit he's about somewhere and I'm good, come on in." he stepped aside.
I stepped in, mentally noting that Kit was definitely dressed as Harley and that was something I NEEDED to see.
"Thanks dude, see you around," I hugged him again, "I need to try and find Will."
He nodded and sipped his drink before slipping into another room.
I smiled and continued further into the house, turning into the kitchen to grab a drink, James was there and he tugged me into a hug, crushing the wind out of my lungs.
"Hey Jimbo," I smiled, "nice dress suits you."
He laughed, "Hi dumbass, likewise, what exactly are you?" James was princess peach and if I was being honest he was killing it in that dress.
"Supposed to be matching with Wilbur but I have no clue what he's wearing," I rolled my eyes, cracking open a can of cider.
"Ohh he did say something about surprising you, I won't spoil it for you," he smirked evidently knowing something I did not.
"If you say so," I laughed, "I'll catch you in a bit."
"see you y/n"
I shot him a smile before heading upstairs, bumping into people occasionally and asking them if they'd seen Wilbur, a few had, Kit (who was really pulling off the Harley outfit) said he'd just seen him down the hall. I thanked him and paced down the hall, Wilbur was nowhere to be found.
I frowned slightly, getting lost in thought of where else this fucker could be. I was completely thrown off when one hand clamped over my mouth and the other had something sharp pressed against my neck. I tried to scream but the sound was completely muffled by the gloved hand over my mouth, whoever it was was tall, I swallowed and the sharp thing (I now realised was a knife) pressed slightly into my skin causing a small trickle of blood to seep out of the cut.
I began to cry, the figure leant forward behind me and I flinched. "Keep quiet and we won't have any problems," he (I assumed) whispered in a deep tone.
I nodded and the hand was moved from my mouth and I let out a shaky breath "I'll be quiet," I whispered, not entirely sure if he even heard me.
"Good girl," he mumbled, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a bedroom and tossing me onto the bed and I took in his outfit: he was ghostface.
I tried to blink the tears out of my eyes as the masked man approached, I squeezed my eyes shut as he loomed over me, a mere inch or so from my face, I could hear him moving around and then I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek.
I frowned in confusion and carefully opened my eyes, "hi my love," wilbur whispered in a tone I had never heard him take on before.
"Will-," I began to speak and his hand slid to cover my mouth.
"You said you'd be quiet for me, behave," he winked and slid the ghostface mask partially back down so only his mouth was showing.
He began to kiss my neck, rough and passionate sucking marks into my skin and I felt myself whine against his hand. God he was a bastard, he was definitely very pleased with himself for getting that out of me.
I felt him chuckle, deep inside his throat and my eyes rolled back, fuck- that was hot.
His hand slid down to grip my neck, not painfully tight but just enough to know I wasn't going anywhere, his other hand coaxing me to sit up so he could unzip my dress.
"Got your text earlier and fuck you know how to work me up, I could barely keep myself from telling you to stay home and then I'd come fuck you," he groaned at the memory and I bit my lip.
He released my neck and pulled my dress down enough to access my tits, taking one in his hands and kissing it before switching one of his hands to the other. He knew I was sensitive in that area and he definitely planned on messing with me as much as he could.
He began to suck more dark marks onto my chest, occasionally pausing to kiss my neck again, his mask tickling me slightly. I felt myself begin to get wet, this however was significantly more difficult to conceal than normal because of my evident lack of underwear.
"Please -," I begged, letting out a louder moan than intended when he bit the base of my throat.
"Patience, you're the one who wanted this."
I groaned internally, how had he realised, I had been so reserved about it.
"Kit told me," he chuckled, almost reading my thoughts and I flushed red.
Ah yeh, I'd forgotten about that, Kit and I often discussed new kinks and such and he could be such a blabber mouth when drunk.
"Ah," I mumbled, feeling my face go red.
"Ah indeed," He stood up and began to strip off, removing his black shirt and I couldn't help but stare at his torso.
He unbuckled his belt quickly and undid his trousers just enough to pull his cock out and he paced back over to the bed and pulled the bottom of my dress up, groaning at the sight of me, I could feel how wet I was. I couldn't even imagine how bad it must be to look, I barely had a moment to think before his hands were gripping tightly onto my waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises and his mouth was on my cunt.
I groaned and arched my back slightly, fucking christ he was good at this, I knew he was but as I moved his grip tightened on me causing a whine to slip from between my lips. "Fuck-," I cursed, sliding my hands though his curls, not tugging just placed there. I felt his breath hot on me as he worked my cunt with his mouth and tongue.
Will drew away grinning and licking his lips slightly, "god you taste good my love," he mumbled, kissing my neck again.
"Always for you," I whispered, trying to hold back the whine that he ripped from my throat as he bit down once again.
"Such pretty noises," he groaned softly and I felt my face flush pink.
"Oh you liked that hm?"
I nodded sheepishly.
His lips grazed up my neck to my ear, "whore," he whispered and I shivered, his breath hot in my ear.
I felt him smile as he drew away, I could feel him eyeing me up from behind the mask and I tried to stop myself from squirming on the bed, he chuckled deep in his throat and grabbed himself gently lining up with my cunt.
He could evidently tell I was nervous, "it'll be alright my love, just relax for me," I offered him a small smile and he began to push his hips forward slowly.
The pain was a lot, I knew that it was going to hurt but the ache was unbelievable. His hips moved at an excruciatingly slow pace, I felt full, I always did from him, his cock was huge, but this was somehow on another level.
"Nearly there darling."
"Please hurry up," I mumbled.
"I thought you wanted me to be gentle, guess not," he grumbled, grabbing my waist and snapping his hips forward.
"f-fuck," I cursed, blinking the tears from my eyes, that may have been a mistake.
"I can't believe you'd rather I treat you like some cheap whore," he groaned, drawing his hips back, his cock barely in me, "such a needy girl," he hissed, shoving himself back inside me.
I moaned, it still hurt but it was that good kind of hurt, I wanted to cum so badly. He set a brutal pace, fucking me deep, knocking the breath from my lungs with every thrust.
"Good girl," Wilbur's hands bruising my hips, "take me so well."
It felt like forever that he was fucking me, groans and curses tumbling out of both of our mouths, will's praise had me reeling. I was unbelievably close, my whole body ached.
"Going to cum in you darling, want it dripping out of you as we leave tonight," I whined, one of his hands released from my waist to grab my neck, not tightly but firmly enough that I was very aware of it, I felt fuzzy, my head swirling.
I felt his hips stutter and he moaned, slamming himself deep inside me a final time and cumming.
"Good girl, take it," he mumbled, kissing me and sliding his hand down to rub my clit quickly with his thumb.
"Wil- fuck, I -,"
"Shh, I got you darling," he kissed my neck gently, "Cum for me my love."
That alone sent me over the edge, his voice deep and raspy in my ear and I groaned, arching my back as I came.
"Fuck Will," I whispered, as I came down from my high, blushing as he removed the mask fully, "God you're hot."
He giggled, panting slightly, he was so sweaty, his curls were plastered against his forehead. "Says you," he said, gesturing at me.
"Simp," I smiled, sitting up carefully, he was quick to help me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
"Always for you," he smiled, cupping my face carefully and kissing me gently, "let's get you cleaned up shall we?"
I nodded as he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bathroom, sitting me down on the edge of the bath. He started it quickly and grabbed a towel to wrap around my shoulders in case I got cold.
"We are totally doing that again," I smiled at him, enjoying the post sex haze I was in and the dull ache of my body.
"I enjoyed that surprisingly more than I initially anticipated, I am still a bit worried I hurt you," he frowned slightly.
"I'm alright, I promise Wilbur, you know I never lie to you,"
He pressed his forehead against mine, "I love you so much," he mumbled.
"I love you too," I kissed his forehead.
He stood and grinned at me, "bath time?"
I nodded, taking the towel and my dress off fully, placing them on the floor and submerging myself in the warm water.
"You joining me?" I asked.
"Mhm, I think I will," he stripped off and climbed in with me, "You wanna wash your hair?"
I nodded and turned around so he could massage the shampoo in, his fingers running carefully through my hair.
He helped me wash it out too and we cleaned each other carefully with a flannel and a small bar of soap, Will occasionally giving me a small gentle kiss.
_ (small skip bc I'm lazy but they got out the bath and dressed etcetc)
Will grabbed my hand, "you wanna head home now?"
"Yeh please," I smiled.
He opened the bedroom door and led me through the party, walking slowly because he fucked me to the point where I was genuinely struggling a bit. I giggled as I made eye contact with Kit and he wiggled his eyebrows, he totally knew.
We headed outside and Wilbur called a taxi and they were quick to pick us up and drive us home.
I leaned against his shoulder in the back of the taxi, "thank you," I whispered.
"No worries darling," he kissed my forehead, "I'm not sure I can top that now though," he chuckled.
I giggled, feeling myself slip into unconsciousness.
(yes this ending is lazy, I just want to be done sorry not sorry:))