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]

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. ]

[bigbad]

[As he thought. He releases her wrist and instead wraps his arms around her, pulling her against him. One kiss. But he never said how long the kiss had to be.]

[slays]

[ there are alarm bells screaming in her head, telling her she shouldn't be doing this. but she is and she doesn't want to stop because he tastes like smoke and death and copper and he fits against her so nicely and wrong shouldn't be allowed to feel this good.

she knows she's lost her sense of reason when she begins to grind herself against him, undulating like a cat in heat. and it feels stupidly natural to be like this with him, like it's some old pattern when really it was just the one night.

the kiss grows hotter and she finally breaks to bite at his lower lip, rough and demanding. she should break away now. get up and run and never look back. but instead she raises herself just slightly, hair cascading around her face in heavy curls, and stares intensely down at him, green eyes dark. lips swollen and bruised from the kiss. breath uneven. she hesitates. ]

[bigbad]

[He looks up at her, expression raw and unguarded for a moment, in a way he'd never allow if he had any control. He wants her. So much more than he'd like to admit. He can tease all he likes about how helpless she is to resist him... he's the same way, maybe worse.

He rubs his knuckles along the base of her spine, trying to decide what to do now. Kiss her again? He said he wouldn't, but his word's not exactly as good as gold. Especially here when he said it because he knew she'd react like that if he could just get her to start touching him. He could smell how turned on she was, and he was pretty sure she could feel how turned on he was.

He reached up and cupped her face, running his thumb over her swollen lips before leaning up again to kiss her almost chastely.]

[ladyhacksaway]

[ it shouldn't feel this good. it's wrong. wrong in a million ways, wrong like he'd only just tried to kill willow again, and he'd be trying to kill buffy now if he had half a chance.

she returned the kiss anyway, with surprising softness. it's cautious and exploratory and she's sinking slowly into him and drowning before she even realizes it. the kiss doesn't stay chaste long, growing deeper, full of parted lips, pants of breath, and sticky saliva. her body's humming, responding to him eagerly.

with riley, it's good. they fit together nicely, he's gorgeous, and strong, and warm. he takes care of her. he treats her tenderly. and the sex is good. satisfying. athletic, even.

with spike it's more than that. it's magnetism against her better judgment. he pushes her beyond her limits and drags her down with him into the dank.

she plants her hands on either side of his face, then pushes them back into his hair, grabbing at curls, tugging lightly and groaning into his mouth as her her big skanky grindfest draws her attention to the growing hardness beneath her. ]

[bigbad]

[He grinds up against her in return, one hand slipping up her shirt, feeling the warm skin of her back under his hand. He thinks smugly of how desperate she feels. The boy can't be nearly as good no matter how much she cares for him. What she and Spike have... whatever it is... it's something deeper than just physical lust. It's fire. His demon and her soul, fighting in an entirely different way than how it used to be.

He breaks away from her lips, but he doesn't go far. He presses sloppy kisses to her jawbone, moving his way down her neck, running his tongue over the faint marks from where he bit her last time.]

[ladyhacksaway]

[ the drag of his tongue over the mostly-healed red marks where he'd bit her causes her to shiver notably at the memory. her body quakes, with both disgust and longing for the way she'd let him consume her.

she plants her hand on his chest and shoves him down hard into the grass and straightens up, drawing away. her eyes lock on his, dark and wild and ragged around the edges with an animalistic kind of desire that frightens her. her lips are parted from the heavy breaths she's taking, lips slowly chapping in the cool air. ]

No biting. [ not no doing this. just no biting. in that moment, she truly hates herself. the hand against his chest balls up, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and dragging him up to a sitting position so she can kiss him with renewed fervor. she breaks away after a moment. ] Not here. Someone will--[ she hurries the words out. ] Someone'll see.