Witch's Heart HCs & Short Stories!

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Wilardo helps rebraid Ashe’s hair after helping him with a bath.

Ashe loves skinship so bathing together is soothing for him.

Wilardo isn’t an extravagant cook but he still makes a snack for Ashe so that he remember to eat. Ashe only started accepting food from Wilardo further in their relationship.

Sometimes they’ll watch cooking shows so Ashe can focus his displeasure on peoples faulty cooking practices. Wilardo has learned that this is an excellent redirection tactic for Ashe and it works swimmingly.

Long time no see! Let me drop some for you!~

Ashe is avoidant and cagey at first.

Wilardo’s ability to read him really unnerves him but he appreciates it at the same time.

Wilardo is so used to not having genuine connection with anyone that attempting to build something with Ashe is difficult.

Wilardo see’s beauty in human life but can also see just how jaded Ashe had become to it all.

Ashe loves to cook and will do so even when in one of his stress episodes.

Ashe is terrible at communication so no wonder most all his relationships fall apart.

He still has nightmares about Lilia and his family and barely sleeps because of it. Wilardo rarely sleeps at all so he’s usually there to help Ashe come down from his panic spells.

Not all of these are as sweet as you'd probably enjoy but I wanted to portray them in character. So I hope you'll enjoy this regardless.

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Claire:

She was on her side, rolling onto her back and her arm rested over her eyes with a sigh.

You were sniffling next to her, and it took a moment for her to register the sound before sleepiness evaporated from her and her hand had found your shoulder, rubbing it gentle. “Y/N? Is everything ok?”

You blink your tears away, vision blurred by the salty water. The dim evening moonlight filtering through the window. It was hard to focus on her, the shimmering light poured over her skin making her nearly glow.

You sink into her, arms pulling her close as you shook your head. “Just a dumb nightmare Claire, I’m alright now.”

You were coming out of it, and you knew you’d be fine so long as she was with you.

Sirius:

He was a light sleeper, and when your dreams disturbed you he was often awake before you.

You had kicked the covers off the both of you and thrashed against the bed, this night terror was one of your worse ones.

He pulled open the drawer to his night stand, removing a small weighted hand stitched heat pouch. Deciding he didn’t need to warm it, he turned back to you, his other hand lightly touching your face.

Your hand flew up snatching his wrist as your eyes flew open. Panic reflected in them, and you were squeezing harshly but he kept his voice even.

“Y/N, breathe.” He offered the weighted palm sized pouch, and you took it, pressing your face against the fabric to inhale the scent. Your grip on his wrist unraveled and small red marks had been left by your nails. You hadn’t broken skin, and even if you had, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to chastise you for it, and he knew this. It would not only be inconsiderate, but he’d label himself as a hypocrite.

“It was that vision again, wasn’t it?” He asked gently, rubbing a salve over his wrist out of your line of sight as he waited patiently for you to find your voice.

You nodded, lying back against the pillow as the dried salt water from your eyes made your skin itch. “Yes…”

“I…wont offer any suggestions since it isn’t my place. And while we’ve spoke of it many times already, just know that this weight is not yours alone to bear.” His eyes were fixated on the tangled sheets as he stated this, rising after in order to fix the bedding. “Since we’re up, would you like me to make us tea?”

You nodded, sitting up and moving off of the mattress to help him. “I’ll make us a snack. You can handle the drinks.”

Your voice was raw from the whimpering sobs that had occurred during your rest, but he understood. He’d been there many times himself but with no one to seek comfort from other than a memory of his late mentor.

Wilardo:

He rarely ever slept unless he was with you, it would help him dream of something other than memory. Or he’d contemplate his existence while watching your sleeping face on nights he didn’t feel he needed the rest. He had drifted off for a moment after doing this tonight, only for an hour. He stirred when he felt the bed shift and dip further on his side. The heat from your spot was fading.

He watched you rise and pace frantically, you were wringing your wrist, a usual habit of yours when you found yourself in a panic induced episode.

Noticing that you weren’t going to pull out of it right away, he left the mattress and approached you. “Y/N , look at me.”

You weren’t focused, and his voice was distant, almost garbled. Until you felt a hand rest on the arm you had been gripping as a vice around your own wrist. His hand, the feeling of it was something you recognized, the callouses, the roughness of his skin. Wil wasn’t someone who needed to talk about his work to know that he was a hard worker.

“There you are.” He murmured softly, since you had halted your pacing. “Wanna make a trade?”

Your eyes rested on his offered hand, your grip rigidly unraveling from your wrist as your fingers found themselves in his own. You squeezed. “It was so bad-“

The rasp of your voice was almost difficult to discern from the creaking floorboards under you both, but he only nodded. “Mhm, I know.”

You flexed the fingers of your free hand, claws…spread…claws…spread. Before he had gently rested his calloused hand on your cheek. “If you still need to move around, how bout we go on a walk?”

“Yes-“ You rasped without much thought and he was already leading you out of the room.

It was late and the moon was high, but neither of you focused on the time as you both wandered through the garden until you reached the koi ponds. You knelt and watched the fish gentle float. Only a few swam, disturbing the smooth water under the moons bright light.

He sat down next to you, resting a hand on his knee and outstretching his arm as an invitation for you to lean into him. You did so earnestly, this closeness was something you welcomed; from him especially.

Noel:

He never slept in the evenings, but you’d fall asleep in his room. During your rests he’d chart stars from the window, waiting for you to either wake, or for him to disappear when day breaks. He explained it to you, Rouge allowed this much albeit begrudgingly. Though each time he’d have to repeat it, it was her cost of the agreement.

He was so distracted with his charts that he tensed up when you leaned against his back, face burying into his shoulder.

Noel smiled, “Hey. I thought you were still resting.”

A tear hit his shirt and his tone changed, “Hey- Y/N why are you crying?”

You shook your head; you didn’t want to talk about it. He’d feel guilty and it wasn’t his fault. “It’s alright. It will pass…”

His brows furrowed, the weight in his chest shifting as he exhaled. Noel turned and wrapped his arms around you, hoping to offer the comfort he could.

He knew what this was about, he just knew you too well. Even with having agreed to Rouge’s cost he knew there’d be more than she explained, and he was willing to accept it.

Though at times, watching you suffer this way? He knew well enough how selfish he was being, just to stay close to you and without even asking if this was something you wanted at all.

“Do you want me to tell stories of the constellations again?” He offered, glancing down at his charts.

You gave a nod, sitting at his side and dabbing your eyes with a cloth he had offered you.

I love Pocky Day so it's time to celebrate with Pocky Game situations and confessions!

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Claire:

She’s confused when you offer to play a game with her.

She picks up the rules easily. Both chew on the end of the pocky stick and meet in the middle. If it breaks? It’s a loss. If one closes in first, that person wins.

Though as for why you chose the game she couldn’t fathom.

You both start and before reaching the center you’re nervous enough that the stick snaps.

Claire puffs her cheeks and grabs another one, “Let’s do it again! I was winning!”

You quell your nerves, allowing them to trickle down your back like rainwater.

The two of you begin again and you’re so rigid, especially when her chest presses to yours.

You let her take the win and glance away. Perhaps you’re too nervous to confess today after all.

Ashe:

His eyes narrow on you, since you had interrupted his research for this.

Games weren’t so much his thing and he’d heard Lilia speak of this one before.

He shook his head, “If you wanted a kiss, it’d be better to ask instead of sneaking one this way don’t you think?”

You froze, averting your gaze in a pout. “Nevermind-“

You then left before he could interject.

Shutting the door, he cursed himself for his lack of subtlety and empathy.

He wasn’t sure if he could properly make it up to you. Or atleast not yet.

Wilardo:

He didn’t react more than giving an idle shrug.

He knew your approach and was even more familiar with the game, but he wasn’t going to tip his hand.

You sit next to him and offer him a stick of pocky, he had insisted that he started with the end, and you’d attach.

Was he up to something?

Your thoughts halted when you felt his hands on your hips. You had been moved into his lap.

He waited, part of the extra rules he had added to this were that he wanted you to keep relaxed so this could be a fair game.

The tension melted off of you as you tried to only focus on the game instead of how incredible close, he was.

Was it getting warm in here? It was difficult not to be distracted.

Impatience getting the better of him. His hand cupped the back of your neck as he closed the space between you both.

Your chest heaved after, and you were breathless. “Nh- was that even a fair game?!”

Wil shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. “If you were honest from the start. We wouldn’t have needed the game to kiss.”

Struck speechless, your face buried into his shoulder, and he just rubbed your back.

The two of you had plenty to talk about to hash this out, and there was plenty of untapped tension that would be ironed out later that evening.

Sirius:

He cupped his chin, considering your proposal. It was an odd one and the lack of sincerity in the game itself reflected something that he expected from Claire and not you.

“There’s an ulterior motive isn’t there? Perhaps we should discuss that before moving forward.”

Your expression was enough of a tell for him, as he gingerly took your wrist afterwards.

“Besides, the flavor isn’t quite to my preference. So instead of this silly game, how about I invite you to indulge in tea with me instead?”

He didn’t loathe your company; in fact he had become quite partial to it.

Sirius had meant to invite you along other times, but the opportunity never readily presented itself since you were often quick to leave after your shared conversations.

The box had fell loose from your hand and you could only nod as he set it aside.

Grasping your wrist still, he led you along and during tea your feelings poured over themselves as he listened intently.

He was flustered but calmer than you expected, setting his cup aside, he rose and brushed a kiss to your cheek before murmuring in your ear. “By gods it took you long enough.”

Noel:

The game was a new concept to him, but he had heard Claire mention it before.

He didn’t have much context but the only game he was comfortable playing was high-low.

His fingers drummed along his arm, “It sounds fun but… I’m busy star charting tonight. If you would like to join me then you can!”

Disappointment weighed on your chest, but you took his offer regardless.

The wall he put up was difficult for you to breach and you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to.

Charlotte:

She was holding rabbi by his arms when you breached the question.

“A game with sweets? I don’t remember this holiday. “

In all fairness Charlotte didn’t get to enjoy much of her childhood at all, she knew next to no games other than ones she created after dying.

Shaking her head, she turned back to Rabbi. “Sweets are Lime’s thing.”

You cursed yourself for forgetting something so important, putting the box away you sat next to her. “Then is it alright if I stay with you today?”

“It’s to celebrate that holiday you like, yes?”

You nodded in response earning a bored sigh from her.

“Fine, but we’ll be playing my games instead.”

Lime:

“Ooooh a sweets game?! Sure, I’ll play!” Lime leered towards you with a grin, eyeing the box in your hands.

“This looks really simple for a sweet, and there’s barely any coating on it!” She griped as she had opened the box and removed a stick.

Floating there she placed it in her mouth waiting expectantly for you to start.

You grasped her wrist and she froze, skin becoming hot and singeing your own as you recoiled.

She finished the stick and hovered upside down, eyes looking through you. “Never mind. This game doesn’t interest me anymore.~”

Poofing into pink smoke you’re left bewildered as to what you had done wrong.

Perhaps you should have insisted she lead instead.

Zizel:

Tilting your head as you explained the game, she gave a gracious nod to your request.

“While it seems childish, it could be fun. Entertain me then, Y/N”

At her request you sit in the armchair and placed the stick in your mouth. Feeling a pressure in your lap as she had settled herself there.

Zizel cupped your cheek with a soft mischievous smile. “So, your intent was to woo a purebred. My, I do admire the ambition. Let’s see if we’re compatible.”

Heart racing as you realized she had figured you out, she took the other end of the stick and swiftly met you in the center.

A light kiss gracing your lips as she leaned back, fingers brushed her lips lightly. “Hm, compliant, and not quite so disappointing after all. Yes. I believe I will keep you as you wish.”

Rouge:

“You want to what?! Disgusting, absolutely not-“

You rubbed your arm, putting the box away and out of her sight as quickly as she had uttered the phrase.

Was her face red with embarrassment or anger, you couldn’t tell, and you didn’t dare to ask.

“I-I’m-“

Rouge stamped her foot, the space trembling. “Do NOT speak, not when I still have more to say.”

Your voice left your throat and just as swiftly you offered a Rose and black box from your pocket, falling to one knee and bowing your head. Leaving yourself at her mercy.

Rouge’s folded arms dropped as she closed the space and removed the items from your hand. The rose floated to the side, finding its way to wear she often stored the rest as she opened the box, it was a large diamond.

Slamming the box shut with one hand, her claws combed your hair before her hand found your right shoulder and gripped it. “Do not waste my time again. You may go, I wish to be alone to think.”

Nodding your head and giving another bow you made your way quickly from her sight.

Huffing a sigh, Zizel appeared next to her. “I believe that was rather harsh of you.”

Rouge rolled her eyes, “Humans and Haters do little to interest me, Zizel. That one still has their life because of their devotion and etiquette. Their request shocked me, that’s all.”

Folding her arms again and tapping her foot in a huff, she sat atop her wine glasses again as the two demons delved further into conversation.

I did something close to this, a story that could be viewed as very Otome if you wished it to be. I think you'll still enjoy it.

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Claire loves holidays, especially when she gets to spend them together with you.

Little did you know that Claire could actually be very mischievous when she wanted to.

It felt like the longer you knew her the more things would surface about her over time.

None of this information has ever been unpleasant, if anything, you only found it more endearing.

She invited you out with her this evening but kept the location a surprise.

Sometimes things like this would be difficult for her not to spoil but this time. She seemed much more determined than usual. This usually meant she might be up to something.

She had insisted you wear a blindfold, you protested at first but couldn’t hold your ground once she gave you that one pout that could unravel anyone who loved her.

Her hand in yours was firm, but soft. She was gentle with leading you to the location in question.

Moments pass and you feel her hand slip from her grasp, blindfold unraveling only for your eyes to meet pitch blackness.

You squint, about to take a step forward when you feel those same firm hands come down on both your shoulders with a squeeze.

“Let’s go! I’ve been waiting to do this with you for a while!”

A hand sliding down from your shoulder only to find its own in yours once again.

She leads you into what seems to be a dimly lit maze, with black lights and subtle neons lighting the way.

Black curtains serve as your walls, so thick that the lights don’t seem to bleed through or give any such hint for where you should wander next.

You were tightly clutching her hand, anxiety clutching your chest which only soothed because you remembered she was there with you.

A hand reached for your ankle, and you scrambled away from it, teeth clenching as you tensed.

Claire laughed softly, “Relax, ok? Just enjoy the show!”

Your attention was warily on the ground at first as the two of you continued to weave through.

Moving into the next room, a shrill laugh echoed on the speakers, “Welcome to my mansion you sorry ignorant fools! You wont get out alive!~”

The voice on the speaker was familiar but you couldn’t place it. You didn’t have much time to think about It, a clawed hand clapped on your shoulder as Wil leered by your face. “Run~”

Your hand slipped from Claire’s grasp as you darted, not realizing until moments later that you had lost track of her. “Claire??? Claire!”

Attempting to back track, Ashe intersected you, his scythe positioned in front of your neck. “Not so fast, Dear. I’m here to lead the lost souls on their proper path. You’re headed the wrong way. Continue and you may lose that pretty head of yours, hm?~”

You ducked under the prop and turned on your heel, you’d go along with his directives as you eyed him warily. He only smiled and waved as you disappeared from view.

Into the next room, it was dimly lit as Sirius sat at a table, tarot cards spread and a tea setting in place. “Welcome weary one, perhaps you wish to ask the cards a question. Though I must warn you, ask only one.”

You rigidly sat across from him, were all your friends involved in this? You and Claire were the only ones to show so it made sense. “Ah. I’m just wondering where Claire is-“

Sirius cackled, “Oh is that truly all you wish to know?”

He dealt the cards smoothly flipping each one over. “It seems you’ll find her again in the last room. Hurry along now, won’t you?”

One of the chair legs snapped, you scrambled up with a start, eyes resting on Charlotte, bandages obscuring her face. You didn’t stick around to ask questions and instead rushed into the next room.

Rouge and Zizel sat on a bench under a worn gazebo. Their eyes were closed as they were propped against each other. You approached cautiously and each of them grabbed your wrists. “You’re quite foolish, aren’t you? The wolf is prowling late this eve. Why are you striding at a leisure pace?!”

Rouges nails left red marks on your skin as you ripped your wrists away from her hand and Zizels. Zizel giggled, as a howl resonated from your left. “Oh now you’ve done it dear, Hurry on~”

Glancing to the side, your eyes rested on Noel who was creeping closer to you, your legs moved, and his pace quickened. You broke into a sprint weaving through the staged trees as a paw grasped both your shoulders and dragged you off into the thicket.

You kicked and thrashed as you were thrown on your back, Lime leaning over you positioning her paws. “Oh good, you made it this far! How very lucky of you! And you out paced that stinky wolf too! You’re almost near the end, let’s go!~”

Yanking you up from the ground, her thick paw grasped your wrist and dragged you onward.

There was still no trace of Claire as Lime led you into a pitch-black room, you no longer felt her grasp and you froze in place, your voice weak. “Claire, are you here?”

Candles roared to life on either side of you, continuing down the corridor as you trudged the red carpet and approached a dimly lit high throne, Claire sit upon it in a lovely dress and veil. She looked to be asleep. As you approached, Wilardo stepped out from behind the throne to her left, “Do you mean to whisk away my bride?”

You blink and he was leering in front of you, “Or perhaps, you wish to rule the night with me in her stead?”

Feeling your face flush you leaned back, a Scythe at your neck yet again, Ashe was at your back. “Perhaps I could steal you away instead?”

You knelt between them and dipped before scrambling for Claire, Sirius loomed to her right. “Oh my you’re rather determined, but would it not be more appealing to remain here with us?”

Rouge and Zizel stepped out from behind him, offering their hands and you froze.

Lime and Charlotte crept out from under the throne on each side and loomed on the arms of the magnificent chair. “You’ll wake her should you continue. Join us wont you? She already has!”

The two laughed as Claire’s eyes fluttered open, she rose, and her gaze rested on you. It seemed distant as she offered you, her hand. “Will you remain with me?”

The following prompt is marked mature. Read at your own discretion. ---- Claire:

She’s very vanilla.

She has a lot of fantasies of how she’d like to be treated by her partner.

She’s more of the love making type of partner.

She wants a lot of affection afterwards too, because she enjoys the closeness.

She’s easily overstimulated.

Ashe:

Masochist AND Sadist.

Huge fucking brat in bed.

Pull his hair and don’t be gentle with him.

He doesn’t want to feel or remember anything.

Fuck him til he passes out.

He usually tops but he’s a switch.

Prefers men as bed partners.

Knife play

Wilardo:

HUGE Masochist.

Likes restraints especially if his partner leads.

Prefers to top.

Has no preference for bed partners. If he likes you, he’ll eventually fuck you.

Knife play.

Also, if you touch his scars he unravels, those are very sensitive, but you have to learn that on your own.

Sensory deprivation, both giving and receiving.

Overstimulation good.

Sirius:

Doesn’t initiate ever, his partner needs to do that. He’s too stubborn to ask.

Prefers men in bed.

He’s a pillow princess.

He bathes immediately after sex because he can’t stand being sweaty and covered in semen.

He’s a brat at first but caves easily.

Easily overstimulated virgin.

Noel:

He’s really Ace, doesn’t usually initiate intimacy because of his past…

He has to form a strong emotional attachment to someone before even thinking of the action of sleeping together.

Loves physical affection.

Pillow talk GOOD.

Super awkward when he sleeps with someone, doesn’t know what he’s doing or if anything is really going right.

Needs a very patient partner that encourages him to lead especially the first few times.

Charlotte:

The two of you are organizing Charlotte’s plush collection.

She tries to reach to put one up on a higher shelf, not feeling the energy to float up there right now.

You’re taller than her so you gingerly take the small bear, place a kiss on her cheek before placing it on the shelf she was reaching for.

She was quiet for a moment, eyes boring into you, questions written over her face.

“What was that?” She had settled on asking you.

“Hm? A kiss? You were really cute trying to strain your height to reach the shelf that I just had to.”

“That was a kiss? I’ve read differently about them. Aren’t they supposed to go more like this?”

You didn’t have a chance to answer, she had floated up, cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss on your lips.

Your face was read and you glanced away from her, “Well- yea that’s a kiss too just-“

“Yes?”

“Nevermind- let’s finish with the shelves.”

Charlotte gently smiled in your direction, pink suited you.

Lime:

The two of you were arguing or well Lime was making it into another argument.

Finally fed up and finding no other solution in cutting this short, you snatched her wrist and shut her up with a kiss.

Through the stunned silence she didn’t move.

Two beats passed before she yanked her wrist from you, flames lighting her eyes.

“Don’t do that again-“

She teleported away leaving you both confused and worried.

Lime needed time to process this.

She’d seen the scene in story books but had no inkling that it was something humans would actually do.

It left her confused.

Zizel:

You had finished making sweets for her, bringing them on a tray with freshly brewed lavender tea.

You set the tray down infront of her and she nodded a thank you.

But before you could take your own seat she asked, “Tell me, Y/N. Demon etiquette is quite different from that of humans and haters. Especially with that of relationships you explained to me before. So enlighten me, why have we not kissed yet.”

You had been about to take a sip of your own tea but nearly choked at the question.

Setting the cup and saucer down rather fast, you averted your gaze from her.

Catching your breath, you exhaled before addressing her again. “Well. I was under the impression that Purebreds were too high in standing to want to share in human affections.”

Zizel grinned behind her teacup. “Oh, what nonsense. If I didn’t revere you as close to my equal we wouldn’t be dating, as you put it.”

You hesitate for a moment before shifting your weight onto a different foot. “So, did you want one then?”

Zizel sighed, “ I don’t believe I would have breeched the topic if I was not curious enough to partake in this with you.”

You weigh a thought for a moment before pushing it aside, striding the distance and taking her face in both your hands.

Your kiss was gentle but fierce.

You wanted to show Zizel through actions what she had meant to you and how grateful you were to her.

Upon parting she only smiled, “And this is one of many reasons why I find humans so very interesting. Don’t restrain yourself with such trivialities again, yes?”

Rouge:

You had no idea how you became your partner.

Perhaps it was all the roses and diamonds you tirelessly sought out and had gifted to her.

While Rouge was stubborn, she loved to be praised and adored.

From the start you had made her the center of attention.

“You clearly have something on your mind. Out with it already.”

The harshness and impatience in her tone had jarred you from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Rose I just. Was wondering of other ways I could show my feelings for you.”

She raised a brow, “Other than gifts? Hm… I’m listening.”

Panic snatched your heart and you could swear if you weren’t blushing as hard as you were that you’d be pale as a sheet from shock.

“Yes well, Darling Rose. Other than terms of endearment and gifts. Humans have ways of showing physical affections without words. It’s another way to show what we perceive as love through action.”

She squints harshly at you, not seemingly familiar with what you were talking about. “Go on.”

“I…I have permission to then?”

She rolled her eyes and stamped her foot twice, “Well frankly now that you’ve brought it up I want to know what you’re on about so let’s see it then, shall we?”

Nerves clutched your heart as you leaned some to match her height, “As you wish, Lady Rouge.”

Her expression softened from your closeness, she was stiff at first when you placed a hand to her cheek.

Though she readily relaxed just as quickly, your lips finding hers and a muffled sigh escaped her lips.

As surprised as you were with her reaction, you went with it.

Her fingers threaded through the back of your hair to keep you there until she was well and ready to be finished.

You blinked finding your footing again and she had the back of her hand to her lips, averting her gaze from you.

“Tell no one of this, You hear me Y/N?”

You nod silently and she snaps her fingers, “Pour us some wine. It seems you have more to tell me of human relationships after all.”

The following prompt is marked mature. Read at your own discretion.

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Charlotte:

Cosplay, mostly for herself but dressing her partner up in cute outfits before hand is welcome too.

She’s a lesbian, in preference to taller partners.

She’s the little spoon.

She likes to be taken care of but not in a kink way.

Prefers her partner leading and initiating but she’ll banter and egg them on until they do initiate.

She’s a switch.

Lime:

Huge fucking masochistic BRAT in bed.

She’s a switch but prefers to lead.

Very into dubious consent.

Likes to use restraints on partners.

She’s bisexual but with a preference to women, the only exception is Noel.

She doesn’t give a shit about aftercare and will leave her partner before they wake up.

She’s a very casual sex kind of gal.

Zizel:

She leads, you’re her bitch, not the other way around.

Lesbian, she loves women and is especially interested in Claire and Rouge.

She’ll rough you up and still expect you to make her tea afterwards.

Aftercare with her is very scarce.

The only restraints she’ll use are silk ribbon, she’s partial to the aesthetic.

Her partners should be in lace collars, Ehem, why do you think Claire caught her eye?

She likes the lace aesthetic in lingerie, and foreplay is often long and agonizing to the point of overstimulation for her partner.

Pastels in lingerie are the way to go, but sometimes she likes a nice deep red from her time with Rouge.

She’s an open relationship type of gal, so while loyal with her preferences to a few partners, she wont limit herself to only one.

Rouge:

You’re her bitch, you’ll kneel to her and praise her, and you’ll not complain at all unless you want her to leave you hanging.3

Lesbian but prefers Zizel as a companion in all aspects. The two have to switch who leads, tends to be a competitive sex scene, Zizel usually wins.

She doesn’t mind Claire aesthetically but she pisses her off.

She degrades her partners, unless it’s Zizel.

She will very rarely ever praise partners in bed because you’re disgusting to her and why would she praise someone as below her as you?

Restraints are usually leather and silk.

Glass toys are a must, she keeps them in a colder room because she likes to see her partners squirm.

She’s definitely a sadist who will demean you, leave you after climax and call you disgusting as she walks away to go do something else.