If Your Okay With Spicy Asks, How Do You Think The RO's Would React To The MC Giving Them Bedroom Eyes

If your okay with spicy asks, How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?

Relationship Stage: Couple 

Very Mild NSFW (just in case)

💛 Marcel 

Marcel feels his eyes on him and turns to find you looking at him with that look. That look made him completely forget about the conversation he was having with the person in front of him. 

How could he focus when you were looking at him like that? 

With a smile, he politely exited and went over to you, kissing you ever so softly. 

"Is there something you need?" Marcel asked, his voice light, even if his eyes were full of lust. The lust in his eyes darkened when you gave him a coy smile. 

"No, can't I just look at my boyfriend?" You asked too innocently, and Marcel fought the urge to take you into his arms. 

Marcel cursed a little in old Latin and softly held your hand, helping you stand. 

"I...desire you," Marcel whispered in your ear, making you gasp. No coy remarks. Instead, it's just a blunt need. The silent question was in his eyes, and you answered by pulling him up the stairs into your bedroom.

🧡 Margaret 

I don't think she would understand right away, but when she does, she is a blushing mess. She felt something inside flutter, and she felt a deep desire. Whoever she is talking to will see that her face is as red as a tomato, and she would have to leave the room out of embarrassment, not noticing that you were following her.

"Margaret!" 

When her name was called, Margaret spun around to see you walking towards her, worry on your face. 

"Are you okay?" Those were the first words out of your mouth when you stopped in front of her. 

Margaret shook her head, and her hands went to rest on her cheeks; they were warm to the touch. 

"Everything is fine. I just got a little overwhelmed." She said it meekly. 

You frowned. "Margaret..." You sighed. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" 

"You didn't!" Margaret's hand grabbed your own, making you look into Margaret's eyes. 

Margaret felt herself shutter in want and looked down at the ground in embarrassment. "I'm not uncomfortable. I just..." Margaret's words trailed off. 

You gave Margaret's hand a gentle squeeze in support. Margaret swallowed and looked into your eyes, not breaking the intensity. 

"I just really wanted you." 

❤️ Owen 

He would stare with a raised eyebrow. Owen would let you know with his eyes exactly what was going to happen before walking over to you with all the confidence in the world. Owen's eyes roamed your figure as he helped you up and out of the chair. 

"If we weren't in public, lass/duck/lad, I would carry you out here." 

You felt your breath quicken as you stepped even closer to him. "What's stopping you?" 

Owen tilted his head, seeming to think for a moment before grinning at you. 

"Nothing." He whispered in your ear before he started to drag you out of the room. 

You both made it to the door until you heard the sound of a throat clearing behind you. 

"Ahem." 

Owen and you turned to Aunt Zinnia, a hand on her hips and eyes dark. You could feel Owen sag beside you in defeat. 

"Shit." 

💙 Rosemary 

People's eyes are usually on her every time she walks into the room. So what made this different? You. The minute Rosemary noticed that look on your face, she couldn't help but be pleased with herself. Your eyes were the ones that she wanted on you, and the need to be near you would be so strong as she swayed over to your side, a smirk on her face. 

"Dollface/Angelface/Handsome if you keep looking at me like that, people might think you're not so well-behaved." 

"Who said I was well-behaved?" You whispered close, and Rosemary just gave you a coy smile. 

"Do I have to teach it to you?" Rosemary raised an eyebrow. "How can a lady think when you're looking at her like that?" 

Rosemary didn't comment when your arms wrapped around her waist. 

"How about we don't think for a while?" You said, a teasing tone in her ear, and Rosemary grinned. 

🩵 Tai

All you would see was a blank stare before Tai would turn back to what he was doing. But on the inside, Tai would be having a mental battle to not drag you to the bedroom. 

Did you know what you were doing to him? 

All his thoughts had already consumed you, and now you were giving him this look? 

Tai breathed in and out, knowing that you two would have a private moment alone sooner or later where he could properly have you with sweet words and tender touches. 

Good things happen to those who wait. 

💚 Zane

The moment Zane saw the look on your face, he felt himself grin from ear to ear. Desire was deep in his eyes as he gave you the same look right back. 

Although he was hungrier, he was more animalistic, like a snake ready to swallow his prey. 

No matter what Zane was doing, he was coming to you, a gasp escaping your lips when he kissed you.

Long and deep, full of promises and love that he never thought he would feel. 

When you both came up for breath, you could feel eyes on you, and then Zane's lips were on your skin again, tender and then hungry, until your head hit the wall behind you in bliss. 

"Do you think you can look at me like that and not have a consequence for your actions? " Zane whispered against your skin. 

A shiver went down your spine, and Zane laughed. "It isn't a consequence, hm? It's more of a reward." Before you know it, Zane has picked you up from the floor, your legs around his waist.

"Isn't that right, little lion?" 

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 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." 

Lets say Mc falled asleep on top of one Ro's chest and someone comes into the room to ask for something or to talk to them.

How would the Ro's react to Mc falling asleep on them and somebody coming in and seeing them together?

Decided to mix these two ask together ❤️ Enjoy!

💛 Marcel

Marcel was grinning ear to ear as he held you close, feeling like he was on top of the world with you in his arms. 

He wasn't bothered by how you held onto him like a kola. Marcel just thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world as he brought you closer, like you were something precious. 

Then his head lazily moved towards the sound of the door opening to see a person stop in their tracks. 

"Uh, I'm sorry, the bathroom downstairs is out of order. The owner said I could use the one upstairs. 

Marcel put a finger to his lips, giving the stranger a charming smile. "Come back later; it seems that they need a few more minutes." 

The person gave an awkward nod and walked out of the room, and Marcel just cuddled you closer, having no intent to wake you up. 

🧡 Margaret

Margaret just lay there perfectly still, not wanting to wake you. You were so peaceful. Without the worries of the world outside when you were asleep. 

With your legs tangled with hers, she just happily looked down at you. She felt so much happiness bubble up inside her. 

Margaret's head whirled around when the door opened. A person was walking in, and all Margaret could do was stutter out a flustered response.

"Wrong room!" 

The person whom Margaret recognized as one of the regulars in the cafe stopped in their tracks, muffin in hand.

"Uh, sorry, I was looking for Zinnia."

They turned and walked away, and that didn't stop Margaret from feeling like her whole body was on fire in embarrassment. 

She squeaked meekly, looking over to make sure you had not woken. You haven't; you were still dead asleep. Margaret laid her head back down when she heard the footsteps disappear. Her face was looking at yours, and a wave of calm washed over her as she kissed you softly. 

❤️ Owen

Owen just relaxed with you in his arms, even if you squeezed him like a Boa constrictor. He didn't mind that you were a clingy sleeper at all; it made him relax to know that you were safe in his arms. 

It was a sense of security that he didn't know he needed, and he felt himself start to drift off. That was until he heard someone loudly come in, making you frown a little at the nose. 

The person looked around, surprised, as if you and Owen were the ones inconveniencing him. Owen felt the tips of his ears get hot. He was caught in bed with you while you were fully clothed, and nothing was going on. The embarrassment was somehow worse. 

The person just looked around, not noticing Owen's growing anger. "Oh, this isn't the bathroom." 

"Get. Out." Owen's voice was rough and deep, and the man instantly took a step back in confusion. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" 

Owen glared at the man, and the man froze in fear before running out of the room. 

You opened your eyes a little as the man left, still half asleep. "What's happening?" 

Owen rolled his neck. "Nothing, lass/lad/duck. Go back to sleep." 

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary looked fondly at you, your face buried in the pillow next to hers, and she gently stroked your face. 

With you so close, she felt so safe and warm. She forgot what it felt like to just lay with someone she loved, and she couldn't help but feel all the tension in her muscles melt. 

She loved you so much. 

Her thoughts halted as soon as someone came into the room—a stranger, no less—who looked beyond embarrassed. 

"I'm so sorry! I'm looking for the bathroom." 

"Two doors on the right," Rosemary said, her voice calm, and she lifted an eyebrow. Her voice was soft enough to not wake you up, and the stranger nodded and whispered a quick sorry before backing out of the room in a rush. 

🩵 Tai

He looked at you. How could Tai not? You were so peaceful in your sleep, and even though you were draped over him, he didn't mind. 

Tai usually lay awake alone, trying and failing to sleep, but with your breathing soothing him, he felt completely relaxed. His work could wait. Life could wait. Hell, all he needed was right here, although he would never admit that. 

The ease he felt disappeared as soon as the stranger walked in. "Oh, sorry, Zinnia said I could use the bathroom." 

Tai didn't hear it over the embarrassment that washed over him as he pushed you off the bed, your body hitting the floor with a soft thump followed by a curse. 

The stranger looked at Tai in surprise, whose face was getting redder by the second. "Get out! Have you ever heard of knocking?" Tai said, pushing the frozen stranger at the door. 

Tai's breath evened out when he heard the footsteps walk speedily down the hall. Turning around, he mentally winced when you saw him looking at him with a disbelieving look on your face as you got back into bed. 

"What the hell, Tai?!" 

Tai ignored your glare and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes. "You should get a lock on your door, Oleander." 

💚 Zane.

Zane should have left an hour ago, but something inside him couldn't make himself leave

Well, it was probably you. You had him. In a grip so strong that it was hard to breathe. But that could have just been because it was you. Zane always lost his breath when he was around you. 

Your touch didn't hurt. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt, and he felt his heart go softer, no matter if he would have rather thrown you off him. Nope. He honestly couldn't do it. 

Zane just fell more into your warmth, dozing off with you and not being able to stop himself from cuddling you back; his grip was almost putting yours to shame. 

It was when the door opened, and without looking who it was, shadows snatched the body from the floor. Muffled screams do not bother him as he brings you closer. 

The only time he moved was to roll his eyes as you yelled at him to put the poor woman down

How would the Ro's react to their partner (mc) sitting down on their lap and doing their makeup??

💛 Marcel

Marcel just wrapped his arms around your torso as you straddled him, lipstick in hand.

His eyes follow the movements before a look of understanding crosses his face, and he lets out an amused chuckle. 

"You think that is my color?" He asked as you giggled and put it on his lips. 

"I think it will bring out the fullness of your lips." 

Marcel simply shrugged and proceeded with the situation, content with the feeling of having his arms around you.

🧡 Margaret

Margaret blushed as you straddled her. "What are you doing?" 

Her heart was beating so fast inside her chest that she thought it might explode. Clearly, you gave her a fake innocent look. 

"Little old me? Well, I thought it would be fun to do your makeup." 

Margaret then noticed the blush container in your hand and smiled warmly. "I don't know a lot about makeup." 

"Then let's change that." 

❤️ Owen

Owen grinned as he put his arms around you when you straddled his lap. 

His smile is almost predatory as he sits up to kiss you, stopping when you put a finger on his lips. 

"What-?" 

You shushed him with a giggle and brought an eyelash curler to his face. 

Before you knew it, your hands were held behind your back. Gently, Owen looked from the tool in your hand back at your surprised face. 

"What are you doing, lass/duck/lad?" 

You pouted a little. "I wanted to do your makeup." 

Owen raised an eyebrow. "I don't wear makeup." 

You tried to squirm away from him, but he just held you tighter. "That looks like a torture device." Owen kissed the tip of your nose. "You're going to get me wasted before I let that thing come anywhere near my face." 

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary would just raise an eyebrow at you. "Is there something you desire, dollface/ angel face/handsome?" 

You brought some eyeliner into view. "I thought I could do your makeup." You said, making herself comfortable on your lap. 

Before you could even realize what was happening, Rosemary had you both sitting down in front of her vanity mirror, talking about the different kinds and qualities of her collection of beauty products. 

🩵 Tai

Tai would fall into your touch as you sat on his lap, but his guard wouldn't be down. With his eyes narrowed, he looked at you. "What do you want?" 

"I was wondering if I could do your makeup." 

"No." 

"What? Why?" You whined, and Tai sighed. 

"There is no point in it. I don't wear makeup." 

"I thought it couldn't be something we do together, and it would make me so happy." You pouted, and before you knew it, Tai was letting you put foundation on his face. 

"We will never speak of this again." 

💚 Zane

Zane kisses your neck as you sit on his lap, already getting worked up before you stop him. 

"Wait, Zane, I actually wanted to do your makeup." 

Zane pulled back to see the eyeliner in your hand. "You want to do my makeup? Why?" 

"I thought it would be fun!" You give him such a genuine smile that the suspicion on Zane's face melts just a little bit. A feeling deep in his chest blooms, and he can't control letting out an almost primal growl. "While I don't like anyone touching my perfect face, I'll make an exception for you." He whispers, Low in your ear.  

Then, he attacks your neck with kisses. "But after we are through here, I want a smokey eye."