Booktok Cosplay Novels & Stories

My bright red apple. Abbie purred at my promise. "You better. I'd almost forgot she had the corset, actually." "You already owned this Taylor? What the heck for?" She tugged at the garment here and there, adjusting it into place. Better still. "I do a little cosplaying at cons sometimes. You can make insane money off these dorks just to pose and smile. Corset set me back two hundred bucks, but I raked in close to six grand off it so far this year."

The music thumped softly through the walls of the downtown loft, a low, sensual bass that made every step feel like a heartbeat. The afterparty was invite only, exclusively for the underground cosplay elite where latex, silk, and fantasy collided behind closed doors. Camille stood by the drink table, dressed in a crimson villainess bodysuit that barely hid her curves. Her thigh-high boots clung to her like a second skin, and the black leather gloves gave her the sharp allure of a femme fatale. Her deep red lipstick matched her mood: hungry.

That reminds me I will have to come back and find something for her birthday at some point, I put a reminder in my phone adding the date of her birthday into my calendar as well. “Do you want to get your vape liquid or whatever and meet me in the dress-up shop? They will have masks in there and pretty much everything else you can think of. It’s just down there.” She says pointing to the shop. “Sure, I’ll see you soon.” I say with a smile. I get my vape liquid along with some more bracelets and crystal to add to my collection then go to find Viola. Wow she wasn’t kidding this shop has everything from wonder woman to minion costumes, they even have those funny blow-up costumes.

So that night, she went to Club Thirteen. She didn't dress like herself. This was her moment to make use of those sexy clothes in her wardrobe, and who doesn't love a good cosplay? So she wore a low waist black jeans, heels with scuffed soles, and a tank top with a neckline low enough to make people look twice, then forget what they were doing. She leaned against the bar, pretending to sip on something she barely touched, while waiting for someone who'd never show. The club owner, Dax, was the one who mattered to her. He knew faces and histories behind the faces. But he only talked when he wanted to. Tonight, he was her target.

Ailina’s POV: Rita, who was walking on the red carpet, smiles sweetly at the reporters’ camera. She made various postures for the photos. The person in charge came over and said to me, “Miss Wilson, for today’s event, you must put on the clothes of our game. You need to cosplay your character in the game.” I found it reasonable. I went to tell Rita about this matter, but she was a little unhappy. “Why would I wear those strange clothes? Why should I put on such weird make-up, like a clown? It's too childish.”

The Princess Leia cosplayer glanced over her shoulder at him and shifted, her eyes sliding off him as soon as they hit, as if she expected a platoon of Storm Troopers to waylay her any second. Zain slowed, keeping his distance while they waited for the elevator to show up. If he had to guess, she was in her mid-to-late twenties and curvy. The buns were either real or incredible reproductions. The outfit wasn't just a sheet with a hole cut in it and belted around the waist, either. It was fitted by someone who knew how to drape fabric, something Zain paid a tailor to do. Judging by her fidgeting, she'd had some unwanted attention at the con-like him-but it was different for women at these eve

Taylor grumbled as we all climbed out taking in the sight BookCon was far bigger than I had even expected and that's saying a lot considering how much I had played it up in my head. We had entered through the back and instantly been dragged to hair and makeup which was surprisingly fun. They had styled my hair into a neat bun with a deep blue eyeshadow look. Blairs hair had been curled into waves that matched her ocean eyes that were complimented further by the Smokey eye her makeup artist had done. She looked stunning to say the least. I couldn't take my eyes off her in that white dress that showed a bit more cleavage than I would've liked considering half the world would be watching.

That's when I saw the cat masks, I popped them into my cart and the rest became history. I ended up with a couple of fishnet sets, a cute nurse cosplay outfit, knee-high socks, nipple clamps and a pretty gag ball. I thought against the last two, fearing it'd scare her off, but I just couldn't. I was dragged back there over and over until I added them as well. But now? After my little creepfest, maybe not buying it yet would've been the best idea. I reply curtly, like I didn't nearly pop a nerve because of her late response.

At the sex toys there, my heart started beating fast. She had all kinds of toys, even whips and cuffs. She even had an outfit which she said she wanted me to wear. “Don’t forget your ears,” she said as I picked up the slutty outfit. There was a headband with cat ears, and I guess she was into this fantasy, trying to cosplay or something. I looked at her assistant, and the woman didn’t seem bothered about us at all. In fact, she seemed to be now on a phone call, but over the music I wondered who she was even calling.

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.