How Do The Ros React To Hearing Someone Brag About Having Sex With The Mc And How They Were In Bed? Crushing

How do the ros react to hearing someone brag about having sex with the mc and how they were in bed? Crushing and relationship 🫣

I thought I would just do the dating stage; I thought it would be more fun, and I kind of want to add this to the actual story. 

Relationship Stage: Couple 

💛 Marcel 

He would try to smile through the awkwardness. None of your past lovers matter to him because, in the end, he is the one by your side every night. Marcel does think that this person talking so crassly about your intimate relationship was inappropriate. 

"I think that the moment that you and MC shared should be remembered and not talked about," Marcel said without his usual charming smile. 

🧡 Margaret 

Very much would be wondering if she is making you happy as much as this person is. She wouldn't get jealous more but she would get insecure and probably run out of the room, not wanting to hear how much better this person is than her. You would probably have to sit her down and talk to her afterward when she starts acting weird and going a little overboard, trying to please you, in and out of the bedroom. 

❤️ Owen 

Just give the person a dead look. "Well, good thing MC found a real man, huh? Clearly, you didn't satisfy them. " If the person starts getting aggressive, then it is an all-out fist fight. First, that person shouldn't be spreading your business around. Second, well, Owen is just a little jealous and wants to take this jerk down a peg. 

💙 Rosemary 

Rosemary would put on a charming smile, even though it didn't reach her eyes. "Ah yes, MC is marvelous in the bedroom. They can even handle me. Although MC needed a break here and there, they were sure worn out. " She would stare blankly at the person in front of her, letting them know in a subtle way that they haven't even come as close to satisfying MC as she can. 

🩵 Tai 

He would clench his fist and lock eyes with the person before leaving the room, muttering the whole way until he stopped in front of you. 

"Let's go." He grabbed your hand and started to head towards a private area. 

"What? Tai, where are we going?" 

"To a bed. I need to prove something." 

💚 Zane 

That person felt a cold hand on their shoulder, turning around to fade away with Zane. 

"I can assure you that you haven't even come close to satisfying my little lion, and if I ever hear you even utter my lover's name, I will cut out your tongue and make you eat it." 

When I said Old Bertha is old...I mean OLD

🤣🤣🤣🤣

What doesn't work:

- seat belts

- head lights

- doors

- Windows

- AC

- radio

Possibly NFSM

So RO is just chilling, but they suddenly hear MC call "(RO)! Could you help with my dress/tunic?" And when they go to help, it does seem genuinely complicated to undo (like when we have zippers on the backs of dresses and can't pull it properly) but undoing the garment just reveals that MC is wearing nothing underneath 🤭

Mild 🔞 NSFW (Not Safe For Work)

I don't want to go into detail with this because I am thinking of writing a scene close to this or something like this, but here is a little taste....

💛 Marcel

Honestly Marcel is very respectful so he would just help Zip you up and give you a charming smile, not wanting to presume that you wanted to do anything intimate. Now if you pushed just a little more then Marcel will struggle for an hour to get that outfit off.

🧡 Margaret

Would run out of the room in a flustered mess.

❤️ Owen

That outfit is going to be on the floor in two seconds flat

💙 Rosemary

Would raise an eyebrow. "You want to play this game, dollface/angel face/handsome?"

🩵 Tai

Turn bright red. "What is the meaning of this?!" Then with a pout, he helps you take it off. 😝

💚 Zane

Sorry that the outfit is going to be torn up and on the ground 🤣🤣🤣

Happy birthday, Marcel

Mild NSFW 🔞

You felt your muscles ache as you went up the stairs to the shared apartment with your boyfriend. The weight of everything happening today leaves you with each step. 

The cafe had been a disaster; the shipment of flour didn't come in, so half the pastries were missing from hungry customers. To put matters worse, Aunt Zinnia was out sick, so not only had you worked by yourself, but cleaning and locking up were all on you. 

You sighed as you pulled your key out of your pocket, smiling a little at the welcome mat that Marcel put down when you first moved in. 

The smile on your lips only grew, knowing you were promised this morning a more intimate welcome after getting off work. Since you were both interrupted by a call from your sick aunt,. 

"I'm home!" You said that, shutting the door behind you. A smug smile crossed your face as you saw the light on in your bedroom. "Did you miss me?" 

You stopped in your tracks to see Marcel sitting up in bed with a pile of paperwork on his lap and a pen in hand. A small, healthy snack on the bedside table. Knowing Marcel, it was probably the only thing he had eaten today. 

The smell of ash and sulfur filled the room, and you knew it came from the papers themselves. 

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. "I guess your boss paid you a visit." 

Marcel glanced at you, and he instantly perked up, already giving you more room on the bed to lay down. Your dismay must have shown on your face because Marcel gave you an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, love, but Lord Greed needs these papers done by tomorrow." 

"For the love of God." (Or well, Lucifer, in this matter) You griped. 

Marcel gave you a worried look. "Is everything alright, my love?" 

You deflated a little from the nickname and gave him an innocent smile. "That depends on your answer." 

"My answer to what?" 

"Are you going to ditch the paperwork to spend a nice night with me?" 

"I'm afraid these documents can't wait," Marcel said. He gave you another apologetic look before his eyes roamed the papers again. 

You huffed and walked into the closet, getting ready for bed. The soft and silk clothes you wore only slowed your aggravated nerves slightly.

"Is something wrong, love?" Marcel asked, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

"No, nothing at all!" 

You could practically feel Marcel's worry from the other room, and you called back. "I thought we would be doing something more fun tonight." You said this as you walked out, only to be met with a confused look. 

"Fun? Like a movie? We can watch a movie after im done." 

"No." Your tone was curt, and Marcel blinked only once before realization crossed his face, and he let out a small. "Oh." 

"You still need to do those documents?" You asked with crossed arms. 

Marcel stared at you for a long time, battling with himself, before sighing. It seemed as if no time passed at all before Marcel was on you. Marcel's hands moved rapidly but softly to remove one piece of clothing after another from your body, until you were naked in front of him, your skin glistening in the lamplight.

The paperwork was forgotten. "My god, you're exquisite," he exclaimed as he resumed his examination of your now-bare physique. His fingertips brushed over silky skin, his tongue massaged taut nipples, and his warm breath sent thrills down your spine. He pulled back with a contented smile, happy with how you shook under his touch.

"So no paperwork?" You snickered, which only earned you a quick laugh before Marcel took off his clothes, with your help, of course. 

For several long moments, you both lost yourself in the overwhelming pleasure washing over you both. Your entire body tingled, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Marcel was good at it. Using your body like a map to make sure that you feel the most pleasure, stop only for a second after each moan, noting it down for later. 

Your body twisted and turned as you battled to keep hold of the headboard. You had no idea how you got to the bed, but you were glad you did. The pleasant warmth of his mouth on your most personal area made you hot as the sulfur air stroked your exposed flesh.

Paperwork: 0, Spicy Time: 1 

How the ROs would react if they left MC to go get them drinks and came back to find some very flirty drunk trying to get into MCs pants? (Dating)

Your brain felt fuzzy as you took another sip of your drink. Only a little tipsy, you searched for the person you came with; you lost them in the crowd only a little bit after you assured them you were fine alone while they got you and yourself another drink.

The bar was packed, and as people watched the game, the smell of liquor was in the air as people cheered at multiple TVs around the establishment. 

You turned when a chair scratched the floor beside you. A man, clearly drunk as he practically fell into the chair beside you, grinned. His breath was stale, and you could taste the cheap beer on his breath when he leaned closer. His face was frowning at yours as he put a hand on your knee. 

"What's a fine person like you doing sitting off all alone? You look like you could use some company." 

You were still ready to yell or hit the man, but a warmth behind you stopped your movement. Only to look up and see...

💛 Marcel 

Marcel, with a smile etched across his face, had his face narrowed and his eyes narrowed with protectiveness you had never really seen before. Marcel took the man's hand off of you a little roughly, making the man squint at him in his drunken state. 

"Is this man bothering you?" He asked, ever so softly, in your ear. 

The look on your face told him all he needed to know as Marcel strengthened his back before you could even nod your head. 

"What the hell, man?" The man's words were slurred, and Marcel put a gentle hand on your shoulder, a silent message to send you comfort. 

"I was about to score." The man said it with a hiccup afterward. 

Marcel shook his head. "Sir, you're drunk; how about I call you a cab?" 

The man's heckles rose, and when he started to stand up, Marcel simply put a hand on the man's shoulder and pushed the bigger man down. 

"I wouldn't do anything I would regret," Marcel said with a fake friendly tone, almost making you shiver as his eyes showed a fierce protectiveness over you. 

"Or what?" The man said this, squirming a little under Marcel's hold. 

"You don't want to know." Marcel's eyes flashed with a glint of yellow. 

The man must have seen the danger in Marcel's eyes because he sobbed quickly, running away. 

Marcel's body was untensed as he got on his knees, looking you over. "Are you okay?" 

🧡 Margaret 

Margaret frowned a little at the touching, only to see you. She tried to move your leg away from his touch, but the drunk man just gripped you tighter. 

"I don't think he/they/she wants you touching his/their/her leg." 

The man looked Margaret up and down, making her feel disgusted and scared as she took a step back a little in fear when he rose from his seat. 

"What is a beautiful thing like you going to do, sweetheart?" 

Margaret's hands shook as he backed her into a wall. She could hear your chair scratching against the floor, ready to put him in his place before she closed her eyes and pushed. 

A loud crash was heard, and Margaret peaked to see that the man had ended up a few feet away from her, lying on a table. 

You looked at a wide-eyed Margaret before taking her hand. "We should go." You said this, leading Margaret out the door as the owner started yelling about the mess. 

❤️ Owen 

Owen radiated so much anger that the drunk man's eyes widened before glaring. 

"Can I help you?" 

Owen took the man's hand off your knee and held it. 

The man scoffed and slurred his words. "Listen, carrot top, I didn't know that the smokin' babe was yours." The man winked at you, his movements slow and awkward in his drunken state. 

Owen's hand clenched around the man's, who yelped in surprise, trying and failing to pull back from Owen.

The scowl on Owen's face before taking a step back and turning away from the scene, not wanting to even dare cross the redhead who squeezed the man's hand, made you hear a loud crunch sound. 

"Don't ever mess with them or anyone again," Owen said, letting go of the man and standing between you and the drunk.

The man screamed in pain and held his hand as he cursed. 

"You son of a bit-" 

Owen's fist hit the man square in the nose, who fell back, out of his chair, and onto the floor. Not getting back up. 

Owen just picked up the chair that the man was in and sat in it, putting the cold beer on his lips and taking a long sip. 

"Don't worry, lass/duck/ lad. I won't let anything hurt you." 

💙 Rosemary 

Rosemary placed the two drinks she just ordered down hard on the table, making the man look at her in surprise. 

"Oh well, look at it here, another fine thing." 

Rosemary's lips puckered in disgust before she sat down next to you. "That ain't very gentlemanly of you." 

The man raised an eyebrow. "What? I'm not buying you two a drink." His words were slurred, and Rosemary got closer, legs crossed. 

"No, putting your hand on my partner's knee when they didn't ask for it." 

Rosemary's voice was teasing, but you could hear the underlying anger. Before the man could even move, you saw Rosemary grip the man's hand. He yelled in surprise and looked wide-eyed at your girlfriend, who didn't look unfazed besides the glint in her eye. 

"Go before I drive my Mary Jane heel down your throat." Rosemary pressed hard on his fingers, and they were just inches away from breaking. 

That seemed to sober the drunk man up, who left in a hurry with wide and fearful eyes. 

Rosemary kissed your forehead. "Alright, dollface/ angel face/ handsome?" 

🩵 Tai

"What do you think you're doing?" You didn't even have to turn around to know that Tai was scowling. 

"What does it look like, a short fry? I am talking." With the man's drunken state, his moments were too slow, as he raised an eyebrow. 

The man was at least a foot taller than Tai, but that didn't discourage the young doctor, who yanked the man's hand off your thigh. 

"Leave my girlfriend/partner/boyfriend alone." Tai's tone was laced with anger, totally away from his usual monotone voice. 

"Or what?" The drunk man got up, and Tai got between you and the man. Before the man could so much as lift his hand, a wave of power coursed through Tai. 

You felt your eyes want to droop just a little, but it was worse for the drunk man, who instantly fell and curled up as he snored. 

Tai grabbed your hand. "We're leaving." You followed, still in shock, as Tai fumed, muttering under his breath the whole way. 

It wasn't till you were back home that Tai's face melted into worry, looking you over. 

When he saw that you weren't hurt, he gently kissed you. 

💚 Zane 

"How. Dare. You." Shadows filled the room and screams quickly followed. 

The man instantly stepped back from a floating Zane. 

"What the" 

The power tentacles shot off from the shadows as they gripped the man tightly. 

You shook yourself out of your surprise and grabbed your boyfriend's hand. 

"Zane! Stop!" 

Zane looked towards you, and his black eyes went back to their normal gray as he dropped the man's body on the ground. 

He is still breathing. 

You thought in relief, but coldness still animated off of Zane in waves, and you winced. 

"It's okay, Zane." 

You felt your hands on your waist as you were pressed against the wall, and then you were surrounded by shadows. 

"Okay?" Zane said it in a whisper. "He touched what was mine." He said this, looking at you through his long lashes. You froze at the coldness. The murder in his eyes took your breath away. 

"I should turn him inside out for that."

You gasped in surprise as Zane's mouth found your throat, biting. 

"You are mine, little lion." 

Update (6/21/2024)

Hello everyone! It's me, Florence. I just wanted to let you know that writing is going smoothly, and I have so many ideas to put in Chapter Four that I want to make it longer. Lol. I had a little coding mishap, but nothing I can't fix with a few online forms and patience. Hopefully, chapter four will be done by the end of August (that's my goal). I also have been working on another Interactive fiction on the side, I don't know if I'll ever release it but it's nice to practice writing without having to feel the pressure of anyone seeing it. Lol.

Started my internship for my actual job this summer, so the writing process might slow down, but there are flexible hours, so I am not too worried about it.

To people who have been sending me an asks, sorry for the late replies. Please understand that I am using my writing time to write My Inner Sins. Please send the asks, tho, and I will get to them as soon as I can!

Now on a more serious note, to the person or people who keep sending me anti-LGBTQ+ questions and comments about my characters, I have tried to ignore them and not answer but it has gotten out of hand. This is your only and final warning before you are blocked. I try to be nice, but it puts me in a state of utter distress seeing such hateful things when I wake up.

Thank you all for reading!

- Florence