Booktok Costume Novels & Stories

“So what are you waiting for boys? Strip her.” I gasped, not wanting any part of this. Strangely, Ed was the more eager of the two and had soon loosened my over corset considerably while his twin prised away my cloak. I was wearing thigh high boots for the occasion and they creaked embarrassingly as I struggled. I think they all thought I was being playful, except for Kane. Soon my costume was in pieces, the skirt on the floor with the bodice, and my camisole about to join them. It was separate from the flouncy petticoat and I fought for all I was worth to keep my cami top because I knew what came next.

She’d have to search it on the internet and try to work it out. “F-king Triquetra,” she muttered under her breath as she realized that she couldn’t wear any of her corsets or bras as they’d rub against the tattoos. “F-king f-k f-kers,” she muttered as she pulled on a camisole and then tore open the costume packaging, shaking out the velvet dress. “Alright, that’s sort of cute,” she held it up against herself.

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

"Hell yeah!" • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • "So how long have you known Enzo?" I asked her pulling up the tight mini-skirt. I'd got my hands on a Catholic girl costume and I'd have to say I'm considering becoming a stripper just for the outfits. These were fucking sexy. The costume consisted of a pink plaid mini skirt, a pink crop top with frills, and knee-high socks that had ribbons hanging from them.

She whispers. “And she went in the clothes that Selene put us in when we went back to find the treasure?” I ask. While my outfit consisted of a skirt and a bandeau top, Nikita’s outfit was a super tight pair of pants that basically looked painted on, a red and black corset top that made her boobs look as if they were in danger of falling out if she so much as sneezed wrong, and knee-high black boots. “Least to say Edward wasn’t pleased so he punched the dude making Kita fall flat on her ass on the dance floor.” Corie said, leaning over across Ashe while sitting in Harry’s lap.

Jarvis and Amelia! They sat on a glittering baby-pink throne, hunched awkwardly in matching princess costumes. Jarvis wore a tutu over his boxers, his face smeared in cheap blush and lipstick, a crooked tiara slipping off his head. His trembling fingers gripped a tiny plastic teacup. Amelia’s sheer gown clung to her breasts, the cheap fabric nearly see-through under the lights. Her nipples were visible beneath the pink lace, her tiara glittering mockingly. A doll lay limp in her lap. Her eyes darted across the room, begging for this nightmare to end.

Jeez, sweetheart, how can I return when you wear that? I found myself taken aback as I stepped into the vehicle, for there before I sat Claire, dressed in the very costume that had been fashioned for her by the hands of Russell a short while prior. She covers herself in a provocative rabbit costume, reminiscent of those often depicted in "hentai" videos. Her flawless complexion and the gentle curvature of her thighs beckon, inviting one's touch to explore their velvety softness. The rigid object covering her bosom was impossible to ignore. Its allure tempted me to engage in a tantalizing game of tongue.

Jayce smirked at him as they kept walking. The crowd had grown dense over the course of the morning when they finally could reach the bookstore. Jayce's eyes widened at the line that looped around, but what surprised him more was seeing people dressed in medieval attire. Armor cloaks, swords at their hips. Some even sported fake elf ears. How could people stand to dress this way in this heat? "Wow, people went beyond what I was expecting." Damion whistled as they followed the line down the block still. He groaned as it continued on.

Even the bouquet… was black roses. Tobias couldn’t take his eyes off her. And when their eyes met, the corner of her lips curled up. Tobias couldn't help furrowed his brows. Gothic. Luxurious and different. Minah was wearing a Maleficent-inspired costume turned into a wedding dress. Even her makeup was Maleficent-inspired and she was undeniably rocking her fierce look and vampy lips. She agreed to a basket-weave bun that her hairstylist suggested to her, accentuating it with a gothic spike crown instead of a tiara which was commonly worn by most brides.

It only covers my buttocks so I can’t help but go and pull down on it. Black, black, black vampire whore ! Sascha had of course lured me into putting on a pair of mesh fishnet stockings, which goes from the thigh down into a pair of long leather boots. I wear a cloak, a bit in the style of the witch cloak actually. This one is probably a little too cheeky and impractical to chase hamrams in, but it fits my costume, and then, after all, it covers my overly visible butt. I pull nervously down the skirt once more, but it refuses to listen.