#「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies

[catcze]

oh btw i know that a werewolf is a pretty obvious pick for your newest man but he does look like he'd make for a great vampire who has to actively resist the urge to feed on you because "your blood is... so sweet... and you're so... enticing... just a taste, please..."

or not! who knows ehe <3

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 CWS : 」 A little suggestive due to the intimate nature of blood drinking, but nothing sexual or even leading up to any sexual activity happens. That being said, if ur bothered by Wrio finding the reader tasting delicious + Reader enjoying being drank from a lot, maybe dont read;;; this is 2k words of non-sexual intimacy and love and trust !!

I have a confession;;;; I really really really love the vampire x human trope,,,,,, even just a teeny tiny bit more than I do the werewolf x human trope,,,, so,,,,, SO,,,,,,,,,, vamp! Wrio is setting all kinds of good signals off in my brain rn;;;;;;; i have;;;;;; many;;;;; many thoughts;;;; ON MY HANDS AND KNEES DONT LET THIS FLOP PLS 💔💔💔

You're on his lap. Wriothesley's on his chair, hands practically clawing into the armrests. You wouldn't be surprised if he'd rip it. His eyes don't know where to look— they flit around every inch of his office, avoiding your own. But they always end up glancing back at your neck no matter how much he tries to pry them away.

He gulps.

"You're hungry."

"I'm not," he immediately denies, ignoring the way his fangs ache at just being able to smell your blood so close.

You frown. "You haven't eaten in a week, Wrio."

"I have—"

"Animal blood doesn't count. That shit can only work for so long, and you know it."

He swallows, hands clenching even tighter, nails digging into leather armrests. He looks away from you, rendered silent.

You watch him as how he tries to ignore you. Delicately, you place a hand on his cheek, urging his eyes back to meet yours.

"Why don't you just ask me?" You murmur. "You know I'd say yes. You know I'd do anything for you."

His face twists. "That's the problem," Wriothesley says bitterly, teeth clenched. Even from here, from the limited view you have past the curl of his lip, you see how his sharp fangs gleam. "I— if I drink from you, I won't want anything else. Ever. I already have a hard enough time just being around you, but if i get even just a taste..." he trails off, swallowing. "You're all I'm going to crave, sweetheart."

Wriothesley expects you to pause or hesitate. Maybe even extract yourself from him. He wouldn't blame you. Ever since the first time his thoughts betrayed him and he wondered what you'd taste like on his tongue (honey and nectar and heaven and ambrosia, all in one) he's been so careful to hide how he hungers for you, lest you think he's a monster who'd hurt you for his own gain.

In an ideal world, you never would have had to see him like this— starving, thirsting. Every single cell in his body urging him to get on his knees and beg you for just a taste. He'd get the fear and the apprehension, even though it'd crack a little piece of his cold, unbeating heart.

But you just roll your eyes and unbutton the collar of your shirt. leaning down so the side of your neck is right within his sight. His mouth dries as the thump of your pulse comes ever closer, freezing him in place.

"You're not going to hurt me," you say, conviction in your voice. You inch closer.

Wriothesley feels another part of his self restraint collapse.

Against his better judgement, he's actually thinking about it now. He crumbled so fast that it might be a little pathetic, he knows. Maybe his mind is addled from the hunger, maybe he's addled by his hunger for you, but he knows that he's fraying with every millisecond that you spend so close.

"No, not— not there," He protests quietly, even though he's itching to reach out and sink his teeth into your pulse. Fuck, you smell delicious up close. He's damn near losing his mind here, the object of his love and the greatest temptation to his gluttony practically sitting on his lap, offering up something that he's craved for so long. Still, he gathers what bits and pieces of his restraint that he can and manages to gently nudge you back, just enough that he can think without being driven mad by the idea of his mouth on your neck.

The protest is already ready on your tongue, but he takes a gentle hold of your wrist instead, pressing a kiss to the tips of each finger. His thumb rubs gentle circles into the skin, and the pulse under his fingers makes the emptiness in his stomach increases tenfold.

"Here," he tells you. "It'll be easier to push me away if you need to."

You say nod, pushing your wrist closer to his mouth. "Drink up," you tell him. He pushes away his hesitation, and with one last lingering kiss, he presses his mouth to your wrist and bites.

And fuck, he was right.

Heaven and sunlight and euphoria bursts on his tongue, making his brain practically short circuit. Wriothesley concludes then and there that compared to you, anything and everything else he's ever tasted was bland in comparison. He can barely even attempt to describe it— with each drop you willingly give, his hunger is both sated and amplified. A sound escapes him, a mix between a groan and a whimper muffled into your skin.

When you hum, warm fingers carding through his hair and urging him to take more, he feels like he ascends. Acting on instinct, his arm snakes around your middle to hold you in place— to keep you close. His grip on you is firm, but he's careful not to dig his fingers too hard into your skin.

And as much as this is affecting him, it's affecting you too. Your head grows light in the best way possible, like you're experiencing a euphoric high. You scratch a bit harder at his scalp, pulling a desperate noise from his lips that makes you tremble in his hold. You'll sit here for as long as he needs to feel better, for as long as he needs you.

Quicker than you would have wanted, Wriothesley reluctantly pulls away. By then the color's only just started to come back to his face and he's panting like he's been on a brisk jog. He looks much less sickly, yes, but you observe with a frown that he's still not quite yet at tip-top shape.

Hesitantly, almost reverently, he presses a kiss to the wound on your wrist, then gives the smallest of licks. it tingles, but after a moment the sting of it fades to a dull throb, and then nothing. But before he can push you off, you're leaning down again, same position as before, with your neck in his line of view. An open invitation.

"You need to drink more," you murmur. You try to ignore the rush of blood in your face, the tingle in your core. For as much as he was scared of getting addicted to you, you fear now you're getting addicted to him, too.

"I shouldn't," Wriothesley says, barely above a whisper.

He should push you off— should let you rest. Should wrap you in his coat and get you some water and a snack after you've already let him drink so much of you.

It had been hard enough to resist earlier, but now? Your blood is pumping so hard he can practically hear it. And you taste so sweet. You had made the slightest of noises when he fed on you— he doubts you even realized it, what with the haze you were in. Just the smallest of whines when he drank from your wrist, but each breathy sigh and whisper of his name was enough to make him crave more.

A small, traitorous corner of his mind wonders if you'd be even more vocal with his teeth on your neck.

He swallows, knowing he's already fighting a losing battle. He's so, so weak for you. His one arm doesn't budge from around your waist, but his hand moves up to cup your cheek. He drags your eyes to meet his, and you can see the seriousness amidst the hunger.

"You tell me if anything hurts." Wriothesley's arm around you tightens almost imperceptibly. "Anything. Please."

You hum, happy, nuzzling closer into the cradle of his grip. "Okay. I know you'll stop if I ask." And oh the faith you have in him has heat pooling in his gut and a foreign pressure grow behind his eyes.

His voice is hoarse he says, "Yeah sweetheart. Of course I will."

He comes close and you shift your head, giving him more space to work. First thing he does isn't even bite— he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, decorating your skin with kisses and licks and nips, delighting in the small protest of 'that tickles!' that he elicits from you.

You let him shower you in affection a little bit more, but eventually your hand works into his hair, tugging. "Okay, no more stalling," you say, breathless. "C'mon, time to eat."

And he's still nervous of taking too much— can feel his stomach roil at just the thought of hurting you, but he trusts you. Trusts you as much as you trust him, too. So he takes another deep breath, presses one last tender kiss to your skin, and sinks his teeth into your neck.

A small whisper of him name escapes our throat just as a groan leaves him because fuck— you taste even better. Flavor multiplied times what feels like a hundred, making his cold cold heart do flips and tricks in his chest. The hand you bury in his hair tugs, pulls, but brings him closer instead of away. You push him further into you, begging him to take more, and he happily obliges.

Wriothesley presses kisses and licks to your neck between drinking down mouthfuls, making sure not to waste a single drop. He's pulling you against his chest so tightly— hand bunched in the back of your top that you fear he might rip the fabric, but you decide that you don't really care if he does.

With each drink he takes, each satisfied, muffled noise that leaves him, you feel yourself melt more and more against him until you're boneless in his hold. Despite how he drinks as if it's his last, he still has the good mind to shift you a bit higher in his lap, to make sure he's holding you comfortably. His hand rubs soothing circles into your hip, and he tries to recline back into his seat as much as he can so you can lean into him.

Your heart pounds even harder, the blood rushing to your ears, and you think he feels it with the way his hunger seems to double.

Your eyes are half-lidded, gaze hazy and growing sleepy with each progressive second. But it doesn't hurt in the slightest. You feel warm, if anything— warm and happy that you were able to help him, and make sure he's well.

He's slowing a little. His hunger finally abating and making way for something more tender and soft. You scratch his scalp lovingly and lean your head against his. A sweet, sleepy kiss pressed to his temple makes his pace falter.

Wriothesley soon separates himself from your neck, pressing a kiss and a kitten lick to your newest wound. Like the one on your wrist, it tingles for just a bit before any stinging or pain vanishes entirely.

"Hey baby," he murmurs, pulling away slightly to look at your face, but making sure his arm is still wrapped around you. To keep you steady, to remind you that he's here. He smiles a little at your happy, dazed expression, but even now you can see the lingering worry. "You with me?"

You respond with a hum, nodding as best as you can. "Yeah. 'm okay."

Wriothesley laughs a little, watching you stumble over your words. He lets you fall flat against his chest with you head hanging on his shoulder and cradles you against him. One hand goes to twine your fingers with his, desperate to hold you as much as he can, and the other snugly tucks your head under his chin. In his embrace, you feel the beat of your heart gradually slow back to a calm. It leaves you boneless and tired, the crash of it all finally hitting you and making your eyelids flutter.

"That's good." You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Did anything hurt at all, honey?"

You shake your head. Too tired to look up at him, so you squeeze his hand instead. A kiss is pressed to the apple of his throat. "Nothing. I'm just tired, 's all. I'm fine."

He holds you closer, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. "Yeah. Yeah, that's good. Thank you, my love. Let's get you something to eat and drink, then we sleep— how does that sound?"

You just hum your agreement, limbs feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second. Wriothesley places a kiss to the crown of your head. With utmost gentleness, he cradles you in his arms as he stands, trying not to jostle you as he makes his way out of the room.

"I love you, sweetheart," he murmurs, heart growing three sizes in his chest, arms full of the most precious thing in his world.

You bury yourself further into him. "Love you more, Wrio."

[ #Taglist registration here !! ]

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #genshin impact #wriothesley #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies

[catcze]

i know nothing abt your new man on account of not having touched genshin in over a year. that being said.

he looks like the kinda guy who gladly beats to a pulp anyone who tries to threaten you but will also hide behind you in a haunted house. very much the protector kind when it's important! but such a scaredy cat when it comes to the silliest of spooks. please hold his hand.

This is so funny wait 😭😭😭 my god hAHSDJK

"We don't have to, you know."

Beside you, your boyfriend clears his throat. "N-no. No. You'd probably have fun, so we should go." Wriothesley neither looks at the entrance of the haunted house, nor at you. Graciously, you decide to ignore his stutter and the way his palm is starting to become clammy in yours.

You're about to protest again because archons, you have never in your life seen Wriothesley as unsettled as he looks now and you kind of feel bad for essentially dragging him along with you. Before you can try to back out again, he squeezes your hand (oh yeah, his palms are definitely sweating) and tries to smile at you. Nervous, but not for yourself, you shakily smile back.

One hand in yours and the other in his pocket, he leads you both to the decrepit, looming entrance. Neither of you can see any further past the doorway, the interior shrouded in darkness. You think you hear Wriothesley gulp beside you, but he shoulders on, bringing you two inside.

"How bad could it be?" he asks.

Behind you two, the doors slam shut.

As you quickly find out, very. It could be very, very bad.

Your big, scary boyfriend who beats the shit out of treasure hoarders and deals with literal criminals on the daily shakes like a leaf every time a cheap spooky sound effect plays from the hidden speakers. A floorboard so much as creaks and he looks wildly around the two of you like he wholeheartedly is preparing to fight for his life.

Once, a costumed actor dressed and made up to look like a decaying creature sprinted at you two from down a hall and Wriothesley fucking shrieked (he denies it) and practically hoisted you onto his shoulder before bolting away.

Another time, an actor dressed as a drowned ghost popped up from who knows where and spooked Wriothesley so bad that you were genuinely worried that he was going to start swinging. You had been the one to take his hand and run that time, but more for the actor's sake rather than your own because you were not going to let the public know that the Duke Wriothesley almost started a fight with a fake ghost in a haunted house.

Needless to say, by the time both of you burst from the doors of the exit, Wriothsley was several shades paler, taking big gulps of air hunched over with his hands on his knees, and you just wanted to lay down and pass out.

It was unexpectedly fun, no doubt about it— you could never not like doing things together with Wriothesley and hanging out with him. Still, you conclude as you limply slide down a wall, legs sore from all the running. Maybe you'll cross the haunted house off the list the next time you two go to a fair.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #Wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #Wriothesley #genshin impact #cw GN reader #I just HAD to write it i would never forgive myself if i didn't

[catcze]

ahahaha i see you're also.... very normal..... about the calm and collected yet secretly devoted and passionate guy who literally tries to give you cpr on his first seconds onscreen..... ahahaha...... spare thoughts? and I'll spare mine?

HAKDKSK BET

Very very quick bc I’m doing this on mobile and typing w/ claws is a pain TT BUT !! Some thoughts 👀 full warning I haven’t deep dived into lore / interactions / fanfics so do what you will with that info HHAHA

I feel like Dan Heng is the type of dude that, while he doesn’t fall head over heels for you on first sight, he’s definitely gonna be incredibly drawn to you after the first meeting. So much so that he’s also confused by how much he finds himself thinking about you or watching your person while your in the same room as him.

His kind of romance is one that starts off on the slower side— with the attraction that he feels towards you, he’s confused, but intrigued. Which leads him to be more open to your presence in his daily life. He doesn’t mind you being in his space, finding himself growing more and more comfortable just existing around you without feeling anything awkward in the air.

His affection is one that grows with time. With the comfortability and safety he feels around you, it’s easy for him to let his guard down little by little. He finds himself sitting closer to you in the archives when you visit him, and his answers to your questions grow lengthier and more in-depth. Dan Heng finds himself noticing little things about you, too.

He notices how you subtly hug your arms closer if you spend too much time in his room, and the next time you come around there’s a blanket neatly folded in a corner, easily in reach for you to ward off the chill.

He notices which entries of the archives catch your attention the most, which ones prompt you to talk to him more and ask him more questions, so in his downtime he finds himself re-acquainting himself with those entries, and reading more materials on the subject, just in case you have more questions to ask.

With Dan Heng, affection is fostered over a period of getting to know each other and slowly knowing how the other person ticks. It’s him falling for the small things he notices about you and subtly (and un-subtly) taking them into account whenever you two spend time together.

I have no idea how to end this bc my brain just doesn’t work as fast when I’m typing on my phone but ahjdjdndnnnw

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #Dan Heng x reader #Star Rail x reader #Cw GN reader #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.cupcakes

[catcze]

oh also kazuha rn:

Suddenly i cannot read

Kazuha who?

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #JK #JOKE JOKE JOKE JOKE HAJSDHJAB #KAZUHA ILY ♡

[catcze]

so. how's life with my husband on sdv darling.

It was so so fun <3 getting those frozen tears that I needed to romance him was fucking NOT though 😭😭

#「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #I have died;;;; so many times in those mf mines to those slimes looking for tears 😭😭 #like damn if this guy wants frozen tears I got a whole surplus of theme here thinking of all the shit i lost in there hasdkjnasjk

[catcze]

also girl help i'm entering college and becoming an adult in Soon how do you. exist. send help and boothill and sunday edits

!!! Omg omg omg good luck w college !! Tbh college is scary n tiring lol but it’s also super super fun;;; I advise you try to keep a planner to organize all the deadlines and make sure u don't get overwhelmed !! That and a little snack basket beside your work/study station!! Super super good for making sure you don’t work hungry, as a sorta reward to get you work done lol

But aaaa CONGRATSSS on becoming an adult in Soon !! in celebration have some of my fave bootsie edits from my twt bookmarks (no sunday yet bc for some reason my feed doesn't gimme any of him :") ) [ ALL links are from twt and contain star rail leaks !!! ]

https://x.com/SatoruSlander/status/1772520350527443446?s=20

https://x.com/sillyguy1234567/status/1772500671259910469?s=20

https://x.com/eimiko_lover/status/1772767609043210316?s=20

https://x.com/Waldein_forest/status/1772674430973476988?s=20

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #I am sending u !!! only the BEST of vibes for ur upcoming college !! #And also boxes and boxes of cookies :3

[catcze]

YOUR NEW THEME IS SOOOOOOOOOO CUTE AND PRETTY AND FUCKING. CHEWABLE. BIG FAN.

TEE HEE thanks babes !! I feel like i rlly cooked w this theme, which fairy miku absolutely deserves ♡♡♡

PLS CHEW ON MY THEME I ENCOURAGE IT. ITS COTTON CANDY FLAVORED :3

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies

[catcze]

MISS CATTE I AM HERE TO ASK FOR YOUR OC'S HAND IN MARRIAGE. MAO HUA ILY PLEASE MARRY ME.

YOURE GONNA HAVE TO FIGHT HER WIFE FIRST IF U WANNA MARRY HER MAN IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU 😭😭

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #「 🎋 」 Mao Hua !!

[catcze]

THE NEW BANNERS ARE GORGEOUSSSSSS

THANK YOU ROWAN <33 I WORKED HARD ON THEM SO !! THAT MEANS A LOT 🥹🫶🫶🩷

#「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk

[catcze]

i still have seven months til i can check the nsfw masterlist but to keep the ticket (?) theme it shld be a receipt from a sex shop. trust. genius idea. (/j /lh)

Wait. Take away that /j. That is. A genius idea oh my god. I’m going to do that to the best of my ability. Holy shIT.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #I don’t know if I can make it work #but my god am I gonna give my best effort HAHSJJSJ

[catcze]

put some aluminum on your nails so the phone screen will pick em up and type with your nails lmfao

Wait this is actually so genuis I'm gonna do this the next time i have those long ass nails on

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #bro i alr too them off but gods above i am deffo saving this for next time HAJKSDJKAS

[catcze]

anywho you got a spectrum there. from kazu, whose sweaters fit you perfectly ("oh, probably due to us being a perfect match, down to our clothing choices." so nonchalantly...), to wrio, whose sweaters are massive on you and who's tooootally looking away so you'll change, not because it's making his heart speed up or anything....

(and honorable mention of kokomi. who steals YOUR sweaters. "makes me feel much more comfortable... and they're really cute.")

HASLDKASKJ HUNTER YOURE MAKING ME KICK MY FEET RN BRO HAJKSDNJKAS That's so ?!?!? CUTE FUCK 😭 Literally I'm gonna b thinking about this for the rest of the evening aaAAAA

And Kokomi can take every single one of my sweaters ever 😭♡ she can have every single article of clothing in my closet 😌 whatever is mine is also my wife's ykyk

(ALSO in apology to thoma, I feel like his sweaters would feel, like, the most worn? If that makes sense? Like they feel the most softened by time and use, and they're so so so comfy and would smell like him lots </3)

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #MAN THIS IS GONNA ROTTTT IN MY BRAIN AJKSNDJKA

[catcze]

thoma after ur response to my ask:

Drafting my apology letter to Thoma rn as we speak 😭😭

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #HASDN IM SORRY PRETTY BABY ILY 😭💔

[catcze]

you know what your three main men (+ your main girl) have in common?

they all look great in sweaters. and think you look even BETTER wearing their sweaters in particularly chilly days. (with varying degrees of acceptance about it. wrio kind of a tsun about it probably.)

I feel so unloyal but for the life of me I'm unsure abt the third main main— it's thoma right ??!??!? Pls tell me that thoma is my third main man HAJKSNDAJKS

BUT OOOH my GOD, for real— they'd all rock those cute knit pastel sweaters so well. And, in addition to those sweaters, I feel like they'd all look great if they go the extra mile into the aesthetic and get a pair of thin-wire glasses too, you know ???!? ahwdkjna

And !! Wrio would deffo be such a tsun about it, but imo his sweaters would be so cozy to snuggle into and steal, since he wears the largest size among all of them bc of how beefy he is, so !!! Sweater paws !!!!!!!! hehaljksdnsa

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #The things i would give up to snatch any of their sweaters ?!??! #They'd all be lovely to steal for varying reason aauuhfjkuahjksdasd

[catcze]

"oh, man! some wriothesely fanart! let's tag catte on this, surely she's gonna be normal about this!"

-me, like ten minutes ago, so so wrong

HASJKDBNASJ MAN im withering away from embarrassment too BC THE ARTIST SAW ME BE A DEGENERATE OVER HIS ART 😭😭 GOOD GOD jksbndjkas

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #no but side note thank u for tagging me there rowan ily ♡ #i literally love the way OP draws wrio im gonna go ajksdnjkasjks

[catcze]

SHE RETURNS??? MRS SANGONOMIYA IS BACK??? OVER A FRENCH (adjacent?) MAN NO LESS????? THIS ONE WASN'T ON MY BINGO CARD

girl i missed you 😭💜 good to see you're also not immune to emo/goth men, good luck putting pink frills all over him, i believe in u

Bro i didn't expect to come back here over a man either, but here we are 😭 HAHAHSDKAJN

but 1!!!1! Oh my god i missed you too !! Missed seeing u all over my dash forreal 🥺💕💕

imma be real i thought i was immune to goth men to some degree, but my god I have ben proven so wrong in the past couple of days HAHAHA

#「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! red.velvet.cookies #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #and thank u ♡ I can only imagine the absolute madness I'll have to go thru later trying to pinkify him 💕💕