Peter Pumpkin Eater Costume Novels & Stories

Ahh fuck it, it's all for a laugh and good cause and I've never been one to shy away from a challenge so bring it on, whatever she has got me I'm just going to enjoy it and tonight! After the quickest shower of my life, I brace myself for the reveal, I head into my closet and I see it, it's a... a rabbit costume, pink shorts, pink tank top, bunny ears and tail and a giant carrot plushy... well played Brooke, well played! Ahh, fuck it Let's do this shit! I get dressed in the outfit and head for the party, Egar to see my girl and she best be dressed as a nun! Bethany

“Papa! Don’t hurt him! Pumpkins have feelings!” “Not for long,” Alex muttered, scooping out the insides. I shook my head, smiling. “You’re all hopeless.” --- Costume time came next. Elian had chosen weeks ago—he was going to be a superhero-vampire hybrid named Captain Fang. The twins? Aira was a tiny bat with sparkly wings, and Aran was a miniature pumpkin who refused to keep his hood on. And Alex? He emerged from the bedroom wearing black jeans, a white shirt, and Elian’s plastic vampire teeth.

I smiled dullly, brushing a few strands of hair from my forehead. I was wearing red shorts and a cream tank top, both stained with chocolate batter, wet and sticking to my body. Peter was still wearing the clothes he had worn to work earlier, a pair of slacks and a green shirt without a tie. He was barefoot, since he always removes his shoes as soon as he enters the apartment. He was a little wet, but nothing compared to the state I was in. " You're probably right," he laughed, stepping closer, "You don't want to host your parents like this.

After everything that had happened, choosing exactly this costume was almost a mockery of fate. “Did you like it?” I spun, making the dress twirl. “I loved it.” He pulled me close, his hands on my waist. “But I’m going to have to suck you dry.” “Daddy!” Aggy shouted, laughing. “Vampires don’t suck dolls!” “This vampire does.” He replied, and I laughed. The oven timer went off. I went over and took out the pumpkin pie decorated like a graveyard — cookie tombstones, whipped cream ghosts, chocolate spiderwebs. Aggy clapped when she saw it, her eyes shining.

“And mother can help us with costumes. Please, Father. It’s our last chance.” Breathing a groan of misery, Andrew rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I think your aunt should be responsible for your costumes, since this was her bright idea.” Justin chuckled. “She’s already dreaming up options. I believe she said, Sarah should be a ladybug. And Peter should be a cowboy.” “A ladybug!” Sarah scoffed as if the notion was inconceivable for a ten year old. “Not a cowboy,” Peter huffed. “I've been that already. I want to be a dinosaur. Or no! I want to be Dick Tracy!”

Peter huffed and ran to Jenny's feet, looked up at the man, and muttered, "Father must keep his word! Otherwise the nose will get longer.” Daniel looked at Jenny's teasing smile, then looked at his son who was glaring at him, once again defeated. Sighing, he pinched the tip of Peter's nose, "No more trouble." “Of course, Peter is good.” Peter frowned, tilted his head, hugged Jenny's leg, and rubbed his face. Jenny pinched Peter's cheek, smiled, and said, "Why are you wearing a hat in your room?" This costume was chosen by Peter himself, it looks very alive.

"Come on in," she said, backing up into the house. As Peter stepped forward to shake my hand, I sensed Erika behind me take her turn to pause. Peter was wearing loose, knee-length gray cargo shorts, but the pause had to be for the shirt. It was a white cotton, button-down, short-sleeved camp shirt that looked about a size too small. At least the arms and shoulders were too small. It was unbuttoned halfway down, giving a broad view of a waxed smooth chest. 'Jesus, he waxes his chest?' I thought with a sudden competitive twang.

I loved being part of the plan making. We both got dressed in our costumes. Lucas wore a white long sleeve shirt with brown trousers and suspenders, looking just like Jack. I had on the iconic purple and white dress with pink sash around my ribs that she wore the night the ship sank. Since it's cold in New York for Halloween I had on the coat that Jack gave Rose part way through the night. "Are you ready Rose?" He asked, holding his arm out for me to take. "Ready, Jack." I grabbed it, getting into character with him.

“But, to answer your question, this is an educational event for prospective submissives to learn more about the lifestyle.” Willow had guessed as much from the sign over the door but was glad to get confirmation. “Come on,” Piper said, grabbing Willow’s hand. “Let’s go see how Rue is doing.” As they passed by the table with the leather costume pieces, Willow saw that one of them was a black mask with attached rabbit ears. She laughed to herself as she thought she needed to take a closer look at that one if she got the chance. Maybe her days as the Easter Bunny weren’t quite behind her yet.

I told him, eyeing the flimsy piece of fabric he held in his hands. “Why not?” he looked so disappointed I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. “Because you need to focus and if I wear that … we both know what will happen. Besides, I’m nervous.” he wrapped me in his arms, kissing my head as he placed the little black number back in the draw I opened the next one to find a pair or jeans … maybe I should wear something more … formal? Ugh no I don’t know, it’s just a pack meeting. It will be weird if I’m in a dress. “Pumpkin, you have nothing to worry about. You will make an amazing luna for this pack, we both know that.” He grinned mischievously and whispered in my ear, “You could wear a