Random-Ass Open RP

[effulgent]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too. I make no promises for logic, especially if I don't know the canon.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits! If the character has no icons yet, I will find icons. Or you can make me pick.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[slay]

[ no. nonono. this was not part of her plan. touching. touching bad. she slaps his hand away like it's a hot brick, recoiling. ] So, what, then? 'Blah blah, Buffy's such a great lay, I think I'll go psycho stalker since it was a strictly one-time-only'? Been there, slain that. Touch me again and I'll give the encore presentation.

[bigbad]

Why? Afraid you'll be spreading your legs within moments if you get a reminder?

[slay]

Afraid. Not a word I'd associate with you. [ she steps closer with a certain amount of arrogant swagger to her. ] Out of my way, Spike.

[bigbad]

[He doesn't move.] Or what? Gonna hit me? Go ahead.

[slay]

[ there's a casual shrug. ] Well, since you're asking. [ then she decks him. ]

[bigbad]

[His head snaps back with the force of the blow, but he doesn't move. He just slowly turns back towards her, grinning as he rubs his jaw where she hit him.] Oh, do it again, I just might start to like it.

[slay]

You're twisted. [ the disgust mounts in her expression and she makes a face before finally shoving past him, skin crawling. mistake. as if she needed the reminder what a mistake that was. god, he was a big, disgusting freak and she'd let him turn her into one too and it was never going to happen again. never. ]

[bigbad]

And it made you scream. [Yeah, he's not leaving her alone.] When are you going to put away this good girl act and come back for more?

[slay]

Put away--? This isn't an act, Spike! This is reality! Try it sometime!

[bigbad]

I will if you will! [He steps in front of her again.] You liked it. And there's no way the new boy can measure up.

[slay]

Oh, great. So this is about your ego now. That's refreshing and new. [ a coldly sardonic tone wins out and her lips curl in disgust. ] What did you think was going to happen? I'd sleep with you and then no one else would do it for me anymore 'cause you're just so good? I'd have to come crawling back? Well, I'm not.

[bigbad]

[She is so infuriating. Spike resists the impulse to snap at her and instead steps in closer.] I notice you haven't denied I'm better than him.

[slay]

[ it takes an inhuman kind of effort not to press herself against him as he comes closer. there's an instinctive tingle going on that she can't help but consider her body a traitor for. ]

It's better with him. You wanna know why? Because I actually like him. I care about him. Not you, Spike. [ so, yeah. maybe spike is better at it. maybe he can work her body in ways that she didn't even know were possible and maybe there's a certain dirtybadwrong rush involved but it's not worth giving up what she has with riley. she has to believe that. ]

[bigbad]

[He scoffs.] You can care about him all you want. I hate you, and it gave us more fire than his liking ever can.

[slay]

Not the kind of fire that I'm interested in. [ she says it coldly. ]

[bigbad]

The kind of fire you crave. You don't have to hold back with me.

[slay]

I don't crave you, Spike. I crave getting away from you. So, get out of my way before I really don't hold back and give this conversation a dusty ending.

[bigbad]

Fine. When he leaves you like the others did, you know where to find me.

[slay]

[ she outright decks him for that. ]

[bigbad]

[That one gets him good, and he falls to the ground. Still, he grins, though this time it's more bitter than lecherous.] If hit your boy that hard, he wouldn't be able to get back up. [Slowly, he stands.]

[slay]

Good thing you're not my boy. Though, between you and me? If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't get back up either. [ she winds up and punches him again, harder this time. ]

[bigbad]

[He catches her fist this time, pulling her down on top of him. The move's not particularly violent, so his chip doesn't go off, but he pauses for a moment, waiting to see. Then he smirks at her.] Same to you. Stay down with me.

[slay]

[ she gives a little grunt as he pulls her down onto him, and she falls almost too naturally into a position straddling him. she fights to pull her hand back, straightening up. ] No, Spike. We're not doing this.

[bigbad]

[His grip tightens.] One kiss. Just one, then I'll leave you alone.

[slay]

[ one kiss. one kiss and he'd be out of her system, out of her life. she could go back to riley, happily, and never think about the abominable life decision she was making again. she hesitated, stilling above him as she considered, then slowly leaned down and pressed a lingering open-mouthed kiss to his lips. she could feel the mistake she was making immediately as heat surged through her and just from that kiss, that compliance with his out-of-line demands, arousal soaked through her panties. ]