Sexy Jedi Costume Novels & Stories

Jone Jackson POV "Look at this leather riding vest," Rebbie Hale says, her fingers smoothing down the tailored black hide as it hugs Jone’s broad, muscular shoulders. "I took off the heavy armor plating and extended the back train so it sweeps down your thighs like an elite warrior's tunic. Wearing it feels entirely different for this ceremony. It is the same basic ceremonial cut, but today, you actually look like a true royal omega mate."

What’s the matter with me? Jordan elbows him aside and takes my hand, bowing over it and kissing it. His lips feel like velvet. Interestingly, he’s wearing a simple blue cotton shirt and trousers paired with shiny black boots. All that thick blond hair is tamed by a dark golden circlet set with three rubies. Wiley doesn’t wear one–he’s all dressed in gold, the same color as his tanned skin. Kent is dressed in sea green and wears an identical circlet to Jordan’s. Wiley must have one too. “When your Alpha offered your services, we thought the Moon Goddess herself had stepped in,” Jordan tells me in that deep, deep voice. It sounds like it comes from the heart of the forest.

Jessy's calling through video call. I accepted it and let her see the preparations. "Where are you? My Aunt is dying to see you." I chuckled. "Give me thirty minutes. I gained pounds! It was hard for the costume to fit in my body! I hate you!" She looked so stressed while putting on her makeup. "That will be fine. See you." I laughed as I ended the call. I saw Calen with Erica. I smiled at them. Calen's costume was Doctor Strange while Erica was the Black widow.

Justin laughed. “And with you,” I chuckled, hanging up. “Justin still freaking out?” Forrest asked where he was sitting on the floor already in his costume, minus the Darth Vader helmet. “Yep. Justin needs anxiety medication,” I sighed, walking over, leaning on the back of the sofa to watch the progress. Hikari was already racing around in his little Luke Skywalker costume, making swishing sounds as he swung his lightsaber. Ryū was in baby Yoda costume: green knitted booties, a brown knitted robe with matching diaper cover, a green long sleeve sleeper to keep him warm, and a green knitted cap to look like Yoda wears covered his dark locks.

He pushed his glasses up to his nose and smiled at Justin. He is wearing a plain shirt with the logo of a Darth Vader, denim shorts, and sneakers. He got his hair placed neatly just like Marian's. Justin thought that they will be going to some sort of a luxurious birthday party because of how expensive their tiny shirts and dresses looked. He crouched down and asked what is his name.

This year's dance theme gave me the opportunity to cosplay a character from an anime that I have been dying to cosplay; GGK from Carole and Tuesday hence, I was very grateful. I am dressed in a jumpsuit consisting of patterns of the milky way in purple, sparkling stars swirling around, imprinted on it. I weaved my wooly hair into sections, like pigtails and wore my wake up like a shaman; a purple mole on my forehead like it was the key to accessing the next universe like GGK would always say. Mustafa wore something similar as well; only that his costume was a mix of denim and galactic fashion. Hopefully, our performance today would have people zoning out of this world and onto another realm.

set up. That gave us plenty of time to get ready for the concert, and it really shows. The four of us look amazing, mostly thanks to Jamie’s incredible makeover skills. Zee is dressed as her idol – Xena, Warrior Princess. Her dark hair is pinned up, and a faux-leather rental costume with gladiator sandals and a foam sword completes the look.

I was wearing black leather double-pleat trousers, a black FW 1992 Yohji double-breasted blazer, and black Margiela Tabissheer black polka-dot tights, Doc Marten monkey boots, a gold chain necklace, lilac hoops, and blue eyeshadow, all too extravagant. Jude had forced me to wear them, not like I had a choice. I was going to see Mister Magnificent, so I should be dressed as extravagant as possible.

Connor had instructed Jordan Reed to lay out a spread of ceremonial silks for my choosing. Among the vibrant textiles, he had hand-picked a gown of spun gold, form-fitting and etched with intricate ink-black swirls that mimicked the ancient calligraphy of the Eastern packs. He was radiant when he saw me emerge in it—unique and lethal, a classic elegance that only a High Luna could carry.

Dreams do come true? Fitz pushes me back against his front door. I gasp as he drops to his knees in front of me. He reaches up between my breasts and unzips my costume all the way down to my ankles. I wanted to go as the traditional Harley Quinn, so I wore a black and red jumpsuit that looks like a court jester’s costume. But instead of the hat, I let my dark curls run wild. It feels like a second skin, but it actually gave me some extra confidence tonight. Enough that I’ve been far bolder than I ever have with anyone before. He waits, and I step out of the costume, letting it fall to the floor. I’m standing in front of him completely naked. Nervous excitement courses through me.