Dress Up Meme

[sassybird]

Rules:

♢ Post a top level with the character name and canon

♢ Reply to others, with your character dressing them up for whatever reason. Scenarios are available if you can't think up one yourself.

♢ ???

♢ Profit

Scenarios:

1 ♢ Bet - Congrats, you've lost a bet, and that means letting the other person dress you up. Fingers crossed that they're merciful.

2 ♢ Kink - That's right. Whether uniform, costume, or very liberal ideas of what constitutes an outfit and not 'public indecency', you've convinced this poor sod into letting you play dress up with them.

3 ♢ Incognito - This time, it's all work. Really. That's your excuse, and you're sticking to it.

4 ♢ Halloween - Whether you're actually trick or treating or you're just attending some sort of costume party, you're the one in charge of costumes tonight.


Need ideas for clothings? Yes, here.

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Oscar | Lupin the Third

[riveres]

rolled a 1

[sexpot]

[Of all the bets Fujiko had lost, this one stung the least. Being dressed up or dolled up wasn't exactly losing, and it would give her some sort of look into Oscar's mind ( which undoubtedly was twisted and a dark place, but it wasn't like it would be Fujiko's first time into such a place ).

She crossed the length of the room to sit down on a chair, all prim and proper, legs crossed, spine straight, one eyebrow raised.]

So do you have outfits for me or should I have brought something?

[riveres]

[And it's true. It's a dark, twisted, hostile place to nearly everyone, himself the most. But it's not like that all the time, sometimes he can briefly beat it back. Still, he finds that there's a big difference between making bets and actually carrying them out.

It's not like she's stripping for him or anything like that, but he's... embarrassed. You see, for the past year he's been collecting clothes for her, he doesn't know why. He just thinks they look nice and he stands no chance to wear them. (Everything is in her size, and don't ask how he knows, makes this a lot less creepy. We like to think it all started with that nightie from the Academy. He still has it.)

At her question he asks to be excused for a moment and wheels out a small wardrobe with all sorts of things to wear. Most of them look expensive. (The leather and transparent dresses hidden away, because for some reason he cares about what she thinks of him.)

For the longest time he thought about selling them. He didn't. Not until Fujiko gets inside them. He isn't sure why. It's a disgusting and gross hobby to have.]

I'm short on shoes. But I wanted you to have a selection.

[sexpot]

[When Oscar wheeled out the small wardrobe, Fujiko couldn't help but let her eyes widen slightly, shoulders relaxing somewhat. This was unexpected, a bit creepy yes, but then again, it was also rather convenient. Besides, Oscar had the sense to look shame faced when he brought it out, and it looked like he had good taste...

She sorted through a few of them, face softly amused.]

It looks like you've been waiting for this for a while.

[She held up a low cut dress with a high slit in the front, holding it up.]

This? Or did you have something specific in mind?

[riveres]

[What did she expect from him exactly? But a small bit of the Oscar Fujiko knows comes out, looking away with a huffy look on his face.]

I collect clothes for people I believe to be... aesthetically appealing. There were just a lot of things that reminded me of you. That's it.

[He may hate the woman, but he can't deny she's beautiful. One has to be blind to not notice. Of course she would pick that, but which one? patterned or white? Oscar may smile for the first time at her, a small one without any malice in it, looking at the woman and her decision.]

It's a good start.

[sexpot]

Oh? How many such collections do you have?

['A lot' reminds him of her? How flattering, considering their interactions were usually less than positive.

Also the patterned one of course. Fujiko was going to start to unbutton the blouse she was wearing, seemingly unaware for a moment ( the smile was odd to see on his face and made him look young ), before turning back and gesturing for him to turn around with a delicate swirling finger.]

A good start? You want me to try on all of this?

[She'd be here for a week, though she supposed she'd had less satisfying stays at a hotel with a man trying to get her to take off clothes.]

[riveres]

This is most of it. Well... aside from a couple of really risque outfits. They're here too, but I'll only take them out if you ask.

[He's being honest to her here. Oscar is kind of trying to have some sort of positive interaction with Fujiko here. There is still a part of him that wants to kill her in a horrible manner and dump her body on Lupin's doorstep but he wants to get rid of that want. Not only because it's not a smart thing to do but it won't help him in anyway. He'll still feel awful, only add to the mental hole he's inside.

Granted watching her wear various pretty clothes is kind of strange, but it's a start. (And fashion is one of the few acceptable things Oscar can talk about without being awkward aside from work.) He still looks away at her when he talks about it. We aren't talking stupid gimmicky skimpy cheap costumes. We are talking expensive leather, latex and his personal favorite, the dress made of mesh and crystals. He braces himself to be called a pervert, because that is what he clearly is.

He turns around, obediently.]

If you don't mind. You can keep them if you like it.

[He doesn't trust himself around clothes that smell like her.]

[sexpot]

Risque? Oscar I never.

[It was said in a slightly scandalized, teasing tone, but honestly Fujiko wasn't surprised in the least. The kid had seemed to have little problem taking things that were hers or crossdressing, so being reminded of her when he saw slinky outfits wasn't odd or a first. She would have been more worried if it was the opposite.

Fujiko made a small thoughtful clicking noise with her tongue as she surveyed all the outfits, shimmying into her current one. She fluffed out her hair as she considered it. All of these clothes were pretty nice, and the few that weren't her exact tastes could be resold for a pretty high amount.]

That's rather generous of you. Are you sure I'm the one who lost the bet?

[Once she was sure everything was in order and her boobs would stay in place, she put her hands behind her head in a silly stereotypical pose.]

You can look now.

[riveres]

I just wanted to get them off my hands.

[That is the truth but only half of it because that requires Oscar to admit he doesn't really hate her anymore. And maybe something more than that, it's really confusing for him. (And he's not quite ready for that yet, but his actions constantly give him away.)

Oscar turns around but only looks at Fujiko for a few seconds, preferring to look away.]

...You look nice.

[He can never look at her for too long.]

[sexpot]

If that was the case, you could sell them or give them away.

[Unfortunately for Oscar, he was rather easy to read, not that it would take much skill to understand him. His feelings, while turbulent, were a pretty open book to her.

She smiled at that compliment, putting a hand on her hip, exaggerating its curve by shifting so it stuck out more.]

Thank you. But how can you be so sure with just a quick glance like that?

[riveres]

I don't know anyone else that would wear these clothes.

[He doesn't answer the next question though. He hates being this open to her or anyone else. It's only makes him easy to manipulate. (And after what happened to him a year and six months ago... he gained a near psychotic hatred of it.) He still refuses to look.]

I know. Besides, there's other's here in this hotel. They can feed your ego.

[sexpot]

[There was no point in teasing him further about this, considering how tense he was getting over the course of conversation. So Fujiko let it drop, charitably she might add, before padding over to look at more of the other clothes. There were really so many, it would be impossible for her to cart them all out...]

But this was for you.

[Said in a soft, purring voice, low and intimate.]

So which one do you want to glance at next?

[riveres]

[Honestly, there wasn't a point in dropping the subject when there's that tone of hers, piercing and almost violating... it scares him to death to be honest. Thankfully it's short and Oscar goes back to the clothes, picking out something modest but well cut.]

If you don't mind...

[He wants to able to look at you for longer that half a minute.]

[sexpot]

Oh, not bad.

[Fujiko ducked behind the wardrobe to pull on that dress, hanging the other one up with care, straightening her hair out. After making sure everything was in order, she turned so her back was facing him, a hand on her hip.]

Well?

[riveres]

[Strangely enough, a lot of the clothes in that wardrobe are backless, or at least show off a lot of it. It's almost like he has a fixation of sorts...

And he allows himself to look. It's perfect as expected. Everything fitting well, everything draping over her correctly and in a lovely way. And the diamond panel with precious stones that draw the eyes to her back and it's sleek lines.

He would be disgusted if he couldn't keep his eyes off it.]

Lovely.

that icon lmao

[sexpot]

[What an interesting choice of body parts to be attracted to, though it wasn't like Fujiko could blame him. No matter what angle, she tended to inspire desire. She smirked at his obvious interest, turning her face away so he could stare uninhibited and quite possibly to garner more compliments.]

Oh? So you're finally coming around?

it's one of my fave's for a reason. XD

[riveres]

[Oscar doesn't even recognize that he's looking at her like that. Until she acknowledge's it.]

What?

a+

[sexpot]

You actually complimented me for once. You've come a long way from calling me a spittoon.

[If Fujiko sounded like she was preening, she was. Her back was still going to be turned to him, though she would lift her hair up so his view could be unimpeded, admiring the figure she cut in the window.]

[riveres]

[And then Oscar looks like he's done something horribly wrong and looks uncomfortable as fuck. Admitting vulnerability to this woman is like handing a gun to her, ask to aim it at you and tell her to pull the trigger.

He doesn't trust her, he's supposed to hate her... (although those 'reasons' for hating her grow more and more flimsy and old by the day, almost to the point that he's hating her just to hate her.) Oscar chooses to look away, the hot beginnings of blush starting to appear on his face.]

Don't get used to it...

[sexpot]

Oh? Should I not have pointed it out? Surprisingly I don't mind compliments, even from you.

[Maybe a pinch of meanness would help him at any rate, since it seemed he expected it from her. Since he wasn't looking, Fujiko plucked another dress, slipping into it instead.]

Why the leather?

[She might work her way up to it, but there was no point in going for the dessert straight away.]

[riveres]

[Meanness is almost comforting to him, it's what he's used to. (It doesn't shock him like actually admiring her with not one trace of malice in him. It's... alien to him, like flirting and most clothing that isn't dark colored.)

He might be busy aggressively not looking at her but he does seek peeks every once in a while. Oscar is disgusted at how beautiful she looks. Also at the stray thoughts he has that wants nothing more than to slide his fingertips down the flawless line of her back... no, no, that is awful.]

Yeah, but that means about as much a bucket of tap water in the ocean. You get them all the time.

[At the leather question, warmth comes over his face.]

Why not? You wear it sometimes when riding your bike.

[Granted some of the outfits look more suited for bdsm dunegons or at least pretty kinky mansion parties.]

[sexpot]

There are things worth more than others because they're rare.

[She admired herself in the reflection of the window, not missing the blush that spread across Oscar's face, laughing at what sounded dangerously close to petulant defensiveness.]

There's a difference between that and some of those.

[riveres]

[It is, it totally is petulant defensiveness because feelings other than hate and disgust for her are confusing as hell to him.]

What are you trying to say?

[sexpot]

I'm saying you might have some interesting desires.

[She let her hair fall back down, turning back to face Oscar fully, one hand on her hip. Then, voice a low purr:]

Do you want me to try one on?

[riveres]

[It's hidden, but there's a brief twinge of something within him when she mentions that. Fear? Disgust? Shame? All at the same time? This was a bad idea... then there's that voice fills him more with dread.]

No. Just ignore them.

[The last time he acted on his disgusting desires, he was nearly destroyed and left in worse shape before he tried. Never again.]