When The ROs Come Back Home With MC After A Long Day, How Do They Go About Unwinding And Relaxing? (Can

When the ROs come back home with MC after a long day, how do they go about unwinding and relaxing? (Can be naughty)

💛 Marcel 

Marcel doesn't mind.... he just wants to spend time with you. If you weren't around, he would probably do paperwork all day or read a book. So I could see Marcel beaming if you were cuddled up to him while he read to you, enjoying your comments on the story before drifting off to sleep. 

🧡 Margaret 

Plants! Margaret always finds watering or talking to her plants relaxing, so that is what she would normally do, and she wouldn't mind if you wanted to help her out. While she finds cooking and baking relaxing, it wouldn't be the same for you, as she is quite bad at it. You would be stressed out watching her boil water. Lol. Margaret wouldn't mind a cuddle session either. 

❤️ Owen

Honestly? Training. Owen usually relaxes by working out, so if you wanted, you could work out with him or even be his cheerleader. Owen wouldn't mind you sitting on his back as he does push-ups. Lol. Or you could work out in the bedroom; Owen definitely wouldn't mind that. But if you didn't feel like straining your body, I could see Owen just cuddling you in bed before ordering some food. 

💙 Rosemary 

After a long day, she would enjoy a massage or a nice, long bubble bath. If you were up for it, she wouldn't mind you both having a nice, relaxing DIY spa day. You could paint each other's nails, make some face masks, and do each other's hair with some kisses in between. 

🩵 Tai

Cooking. He cooks anytime he needs to let off some steam or get into a more relaxed headspace. I could see him making the most gourmet meals when you are having a bad day. Food is his love language, and he would want to share that with you. 

💚 Zane 

You. Of course, his attention to getting into a more relaxing mood is to spend as much time with you in a more R-rated manner, but if you aren't up for that, then he is okay with a cuddle session while watching cartoons. 

Happy Birthday, Rosemary

Rosemary Short Story

Rating: Mature (smut at the end) 

Summary: When MC comes back from being out on their own after taking a dangerous mission, Rosemary can't help but think her whole world could fall apart with a single misstep. 

Your teeth clenched as you followed Rosemary back to your room. The congratulations from the others downstairs were drowned out by the pending doom that awaited you with each click of Rosemary's expensive heels. 

You reached the door to your room and held in a flinch when Rosemary closed it behind you softly, and somehow, that was worse than her slamming it. You decided because you knew the anger was hiding under the elegant posture. 

The anxiety in your stomach worsened when all Rosemary did was just stand there, her brown eyes that you came to love baring into your own with such intensity that you could hardly stand it. 

"Rosie..." You started using a pet name to soften whatever words came out of you next. "I-" 

But that seemed to be a mistake. At the mention of the nickname, Rosemary blinked as if coming out of a daze, and desperation crossed over her face. 

"Are you a complete sap?! What in the six hells were you thinking?" Rosemary said, the words coming out in a rush, her New York accent coming out thick with the old-timey slang. It wasn't hard to figure out that the word "sap" wasn't the nicest word to call someone in the 1920s; maybe you would give in and look it up if you remembered or survived whatever Rosemary was going to do to you. 

"Don't worry, Rosemary; I hardly did anything. Aunt Zinnia made sure I was safe." 

"Safe?" Rosemary asked, slowly putting more distance between you two than there already was. "You think—Oh my—" You were surprised to see Rosemary lost for words; that didn't happen, but as she put her hands up to yank on her hair in frustration, she seemed to be battling with herself. "You have no idea what I'm angry about, do you?" 

"Of course I do, Rosemary!" You felt your anger flare up inside, but you pushed it down as you got closer to the distressed woman. "I know you don't like me fighting, but I needed to." 

"No, you don't! Why does it have to be you?" Rosemary asked, her voice cracking only for a moment. "Why can't it be Marcel, your aunt, or fucking Tai? Why can't it be any of them? Mhm?" 

Rosemary knew the answer...she knew it was because it was you in the middle. You were at the center of it all, and there were no more shadows to hide in. You had to be the one to clean up whatever mess was coming. 

You were at a loss for words as you stared into Rosemary's lost expression. She couldn't stop it. No amount of favors or fighting could stop you. Or stop whatever foes were before you; it scared her. You knew it scared her because she had already lost herself once. 

Rosemary would break if she lost you, completely shattered, and there would be no you to pick up the pieces again. Rosemary knew how death worked: one moment you are waking up to the sun, and the next your last breath catches. She knew how quickly life went by and how one single bad decision could put you in a grave. 

"What if you didn't come back to me?" Rosemary asked in a whisper. "What if your aunt couldn't keep you safe?!" Her voice was strong and tense, against the party music downstairs. "Do you know what it is like to sit here and wait for you to get back?! To watch you walk out that door with no idea if that is the last time I will see you?! Do you have any idea of the thoughts that go through my mind while you are away? The nightmares?!" 

Your breath caught as you looked into Rosemary's eyes, a dark blue as her powers pulsed through her, her resolve breaking as tears ran down her face. 

"I have experienced everything. I have lost. I have been betrayed." Rosemary's fingers traced her neck. "And I have died, but there is no coming back for you. You will be gone. There is no afterlife. There is an uncertainty in our lives that leaves me with the most horrible fear that I will lose you." 

The words sank into the bottom of your stomach like a weight. "Rosie..." You croaked out, your arms wrapping around your girlfriend. In an embrace that kept you both from falling apart. "I had to, Rosemary. I can't avoid this. I can't sleep at night knowing that I am putting you and everyone else I love in danger. I couldn't stand it if you got hurt." You whispered into her hair, letting her tears wet your shirt. 

"I can't lose you." 

You squeezed tighter before pulling back to look at her, your tears falling as you stared at Rosemary. She looked so vulnerable. Like a wilted flower, she still held so much beauty that it almost took your breath away. 

You gently caressed Rosemary, wiping away the tears, only to shiver when you felt the hot, flushed skin. 

"You look breathtaking." You mumbled, gently grabbing her hands. 

Rosemary shook her head, letting a small smile grace her lips. "If this is your way of getting out of the dog house, then you better close your yap." 

"Is flattery not enough anymore?" You teased, your hand running through Rosemary's hair, the need to be touching far greater than ever before. 

"Not unless I'm the one spitting the line, Dollface/Angelface/Handsome." 

You didn't need to comment as you kissed Rosemary, your teeth biting down on her bottom lip. 

"That won't work either," Rosemary spoke, her voice low in your ear, but the tough act was ruined by the red cheeks. Your only response was a coy smile as you started to pull away, only to be brought back in with a strong tug by the shirt. 

"Don't back out of the game now, Dollface/Angelface/Handsome." The words came out on a purr, and you went to touch her face only to yell in surprise when she was pinned to the bed with an inhuman strength. 

"I don't like losing," Rosemary whispered into your ear, not even having to look as she undid the buttons on your clothes. 

Your breathing became heavy when you felt her fingers on your thighs, thanking the universe in your head that you were lying in bed because you were certain that your legs would have given out. 

"Aren't I winning if you're doing this to me?" You asked, cheeky, and then bit back a moan when Rosemary squeezed your thigh, her fingers ever so gently leading a path to the ache inside of you. 

"I'm not doing anything to you yet," Rosemary said, kissing the nape of your neck. The hickeys were placed in a pattern of Rosemary's design, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care as all your attention was on her fingers and what they seemed to refuse to touch. 

With gritted teeth, you leaned your head back, not wanting to lose whatever game Rosemary was playing and making the rules as she went along. It was already on the cards for you to lose, but at least you could put up a fight. 

Your legs spread wider as you felt Rosemary's finger trace your flushed flesh, and you moaned at the slow circles that she massaged into your skin. 

It was torture. Slow and amazing torture. 

Your breath quickens as the need to be touched becomes greater than pride. "Touch me..." You whispered, your eyes looking at the ceiling. 

Rosemary smiled, the water lines where her tears felt only moments ago still on her face that paired well with her smug tone. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." 

You jolted when you felt her lips on your thigh. Her mouth is so close to where you needed her to be, and yet so far. 

"Please..." You whispered, your eyes catching Rosemary's, who stopped short, and you knew she was as close to losing the game as you were. 

You moaned as your hips bucked up when Rosemary finally used her mouth, and you decided right there in pure bliss that you both won the game. 

All the blood rushed lower, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were done, especially now that Rosemary's other hand was tracing herself. 

Another vulnerability. Another wall that Rosemary let you see, and you pulled Rosemary up, towards your mouth, as the pleasure came crashing down on top of you. 

The messy kiss lasted for what felt like hours as you rolled on top of her, the need to be close being too much as your fingers traced Rosemary's skin. 

Although the subject was still on your mind, you couldn't shake it. You couldn't let Rosemary think about this later tonight as you both lay in bed. 

"You won't lose me." 

Rosemary's body tensed as she looked up at you, her eyes looking for any amount of lying. 

You both knew you couldn't promise her that. Death hung over you like a sword on a thin string, but you would be damned if you didn't make sure that string lasted for as long as it could. 

Rosemary sat up and kissed you, deep and gentle, letting her words fill the room. 

"I'm holding you to that." 

That handholding ask tho 🥺

Aaaand then there is Zane lmao

The least he can do is surrender his hand to MC while they're getting at it imo(?

LOL. Maybe if they begged for it....👀👀👀. Oh, who am I kidding? He wouldn't let go. 😆😆😆😉

Update: 8/22/2024

Hello everyone, I know that at the beginning of the summer, I said that I would have Chapter 4 out by August, but I don't think that is possible. Between working and spending time with family, I didn't get as far as where I felt Chapter 4 is ready to be released. I have also been trying to figure out if the structure for My Inner Sins. I want to make sure that it is at the best for where I want the story to go in later books and have been working on moving some stuff around. 

I have also been working on a side project a little bit over the summer, another IF that has helped with writer's block. 

I know this isn't the best update, but as of right now, I am going back to university, where I will continue to write. 

Wish me luck 🙏 and thank you all for being so patient!

10/16/2024 Update

Hi, everyone I am so sorry for the radio silence especially people who have sent me ASK and regards if I am doing okay! I am fine! It is just that school has started back up at university and has strained my writing. I am still working on it as much as I can, mainly focusing on other writing projects while I try to figure out My Inner Sins as I start to rewrite the story. I am so sorry for the long wait but I am trying my best and know that I am still very much active in writing.

Thank you for your patience!

-Florence

💛 Marcel: Marcel loves the winter season now, but back in his other life, the winter solstice was much more of a chore and really for the rich, as it was a time to feast, which Marcel really couldn't afford, and to worship the gods, with whom he had a very strained relationship.

🧡 Margaret: Margaret has always loved the winter season, especially Christmas, which her family celebrated. Margaret and her older sister would put on a play every year on Christmas Eve, and on New Year's Eve, her father would always have a ball at their manor.

♥️ Owen: Honestly, he does not care one way or the other. His family didn't celebrate Christmas or really any holiday during the winter. Back when he was alive, the winter solstice was a time of dread and famine; however, now he only sees the winter season of today as more of a hassle that people put themselves through. Although he can appreciate it, there really isn't as much of a dire need to survive the winter anymore unless you count holiday shopping.

💙 Rosemary: Rosemary also adores Christmas, just as her mother did; however, don't expect her to just sit there and enjoy the pretty lights. Oh no, no, no. She is going all out; she wants to decorate, bake cookies, and go Christmas caroling. All through the season, she is going to be enjoying whatever the winter has in store for her, and she will drag you along for the ride

🩵 Tai: Tai was actually raised Buddhist and celebrated holidays such as Chinese New Year and other family traditions brought from China; however, as he got older and was surrounded by more American traditions, especially more Christian ( Methodists), he adopted those as well, and while he celebrates both Christian and Buddhist holidays, he really doesn't go way out, but if you really wanted him to go all the nine yards, he guesses he can make that sacrifice.

💚 Zane: Bitter. Growing up, he would see all the other children having fun while he would have to train, which left him a big old grinch during this holly jolly holiday. However, he does enjoy the cold. Growing up, he would make snow angels or, honestly, just lay in the snow until his lips turned blue. I do think if he has the option to grow close to you, he would enjoy the holidays and would like to do all the cheesy holiday stuff with you, but you better believe he wants to be paid back in full. Maybe with some red and green lingerie? Lol.