The past is a blurry thing these days, but you remember him. You remember his smile, the sweet lull of his voice… ambrosia.
The weight of his lips on your hand lingered even as he rose to his full height.
He’d insisted on it, taking you on a tour of Mondstadt.
‘It’s no inconvenience on my part,’ he’d assured, his eye lingering perhaps a bit too long on you.
A flattering thought. A foolish thought. Yours always were.
Arms linked, his shoulder pressed against yours, how could you pay attention to the city when he strode beside you?
He wove his words well, setting your head spinning even nights after.
‘I fancy you,’ you said one night, leaning close enough for your knee to graze his. ‘I’ve never fancied someone like this before.’
He’d laughed, not coldly but not warm either.
Wine sloshed in his glass as he raised it in a toast.
‘To “fancy”, then. If that’s all there is on your mind tonight.’
You shake your head. ‘Kaeya, I’m serious.’
‘I know you are.’ He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. You should have seen it then.
He leaned closer still, resting his folded arms on the table. Here in your pocket of privacy, all you smelled was wine and his cologne. Your head spun pleasantly.
His eye lingered on you. Funny, you don’t recall ever catching him blink. You don’t care to.
‘You think you can handle me?’
You’d nodded dumbly. You’d nod to everything he said, even if you didn’t understand a word of his pleasant murmur.
Kaeya had smiled.
Pressed against the wall in the shadow of a windmill, your lips parted in a silent cry.
It ran down your neck, down the front of your clothes, the red warm tar in the dim moonlight.
He guzzled it from your neck, every suck and lap producing a sickening squelch. Your fingers twitched in his scalp, your legs kicking at nothing and everything.
The burn was dull, more uncomfortable than it hurt. Your chest ached, your veins throbbing and fighting blood going the wrong way.
He moaned, pulling back to stare at you ardently. He was beautiful, even with your blood dripping from his cheeks.
Beautiful. He made you feel beautiful.
‘You taste … sweet.’ He murmured. His fangs had begun to shrink already.
Kaeya pulled away, blinking away whatever had come over him. ‘And I’m sorry, for… all of this.’ He cleared his throat and gestured to the mess on your clothes.
The pain in the side of your neck had dulled, already ebbing away to numbness.
‘You won’t remember this night,’ he said, wiping your blood from his lips as if it were spilled wine. It might be your woozy head, but you sensed comfort in his voice. Sympathy, even. Or was it plain pity?
His hands steadied you, letting you lean on him. ‘This will be little more than a bad dream,’ he whispered, pressing a bloody kiss to your cheek, ‘and you’ll be just fine.’
‘No,’ you hear yourself croak.
You feel him stiffen against you, turning his head sharply to you.
‘I don’t… want to forget…’ You tug on the lapels of his coat. ‘… you.’
The stairs creak, the steps slow but loud in the stillness.
He stands above you now, neither cold nor warm. Just Kaeya.
You smile, holding your arms open. It’s all you can manage from your bed, your flesh pale with the memory of the sun.
He wraps you in his embrace, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. You never realised how cold he was.
‘Tonight?’ His voice is raw. You knew why, you’d seen his bloodshot eye.
‘Tonight.’ You said, your chin on his shoulder.
He wasted no time in pulling down his collar, his jugular pressed to your lips.
He grunts at the pierce of your teeth, but it trails off into a quiet groan. You taste iron, but after tonight you’ll taste more.
It’ll be a new life, but it will be a sweet one.
With Kaeya, it always was.
A/N: Very self-indulgent, decided to post it because to be cringe is to be free. The relationship is def not healthy though, so be safe moonies <3
you can do whatever you want w this but vampire kaeya 🧎♀️ i’ve seen sm vamp kaeya art and he lives in my head rent free. i want him to bite me while railing me 🙋♀️
- 🔮 it’s been awhile :,)
YES YES I LOVE VAMPIRE KAEYA ART SO MUCH!! he looks so mf good 🥵
also yes it has been a while! i was actually working on one of your asks yesterday, but it's taking me a while because i'm testing out some different ideas ;)
warnings: dom!vampire kaeya and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader
kaeya smirked as he held you on his lap, looming above you. he gently tilted your chin, a stark contrast to the feverish kissing you were doing, pressing your lips together in a clash of tongue and teeth.
kaeya couldn't help but marvel at just how small you felt compared to him. one of the perks of being tall and well-built, he supposed.
he tugged your chin, making you fall further into his lap, holding his shoulders as he stole your breath away, gliding his own tongue across his fangs when you parted.
you panted, trying to catch your breath, lips shiny as you carefully wiped the spit onto the back of your hand.
you were both already in various states of undress, with his jacket gone and your pants kicked to the floor. kaeya's free hand trailed up your legs, leaving his fingers dancing on your inner thighs.
he tugged at the waistband of your panties, allowing the elastic to snap against your skin as he smirked, fangs showing through his lips as he watched the shirt slide down, exposing your shoulder.
he pulled your panties down your thighs, hearing you gasp when your core was exposed to the cool air.
the minute he got the cloth off of you, he flung it across the room, pulling you down onto his leather-clad thigh as you squirmed atop the muscle.
"aw, look at you." kaeya teased, gripping your chin and using his other hand to move you back and forth across his leg. "i can feel you through this leather. and you call me shameless."
your ears felt hot as he dragged you across his muscles, tensing them every so often as you gasped out his name, covering his pants with your shiny slick. "kaeya, please-"
kaeya laughed, throwing his head back at your desperation, feeling you claw at his shoulders. "you're so cute when you're about to come, you know. you get all whiny and breathless, like you'll die if i don't let you come from just my thigh. it's so pathetic, but it's oh so adorable."
kaeya pulled you down firmly, anchoring you to his thigh as you practically screamed, spasming when you finally came, feeling him grind your clit against him in firm little circles until you pushed at his chest with trembling hands.
"too sensitive." you mumbled hearing him chuckle.
"sensitive or not, you're taking my cock, sweetheart." he pushed you onto your front, shoving pillows under you to keep you supported as you held yourself up on trembling arms.
he pulled your hips up, admiring the slick coating your lips and inner thighs, matching his pants as he unbuckled his belt, releasing his cock and tapping it against your hole. you clenched reflexively, hearing him laugh, commenting about how cute your reactions were.
as soon as he pushed in, you were grasping at the sheets, clenching around him as he gripped your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin he was most definitely leaving bruises on.
"kaeya!" you called out, head falling and muffling your cries in the blanket as he pushed himself deeper into you, fangs on full display as he slowly pushed his hips in and out, feeling your hole tighten around him.
"fuck, you feel divine." he sighed, moving a hand to push his hair back. he tested the waters by beginning to move faster, pistoning his hips in and out until he reached a pace comfortable to him. much faster than any average, pathtetic human male, of course. they could never satisfy you like he could. not in a million years.
"kae-ya-" you trembled as he leaned his back down onto you, pressing his weight on you. he stuck his face into the crook of your neck, pupils dilating when you moved your head to the side, baring your neck for him.
"fuck..." he gasped. "good girl, so good." he nibbled across your skin, leaving little bite marks and kisses as you sobbed, clenching down on him when he grinded into your g-spot.
"please, wanna come, need to come so bad, kaeya!"
"make a mess for me then, princess. come on, pretty thing." his mouth watered, fangs elongating and waiting for the right moment.
the second you came, body trembling, he bit down into your skin, fangs sinking in and having you screaming, shaking with delight as your slick covered his dick, forming a creamy white ring at the base as he groaned into your neck, licking up the blood trickling down.
"good little human, so good to me." he praised, panting as his lips came back coated with red, dripping down his own neck and chest. "good girl.."
I'm genuinely curious about writing a Supernatural AU for the Ragbros but I'm torn on who to make what. I might go ahead and write both but I'm curious as to which one is more interesting to you personally.
Vampire and/or Werewolf...?
Vampire Kaeya & Werewolf Diluc
Vampire Diluc & Werewolf Kaeya
Vampires Diluc & Kaeya
Werewolves Diluc & Kaeya
I Like Them All!
Other (Please Share If You Want)
Voting ended onMay 13, 2024
I've usually seen Vampire Diluc and Werewolf Kaeya and I can see why. I can already imagine Crepus dealing with an intruder but Kaeya goes full werewolf and deals with the intruder quickly since they weren't expecting a werewolf in the house.
When it comes to Werewolf Ragnvindrs, I can see Kaeya hearing movement and seeing a large red wolf going past his room and him being frozen in fear.
Both ideas are enticing. Which would you guys prefer? Or do you like both ideas as much as I do?
The vampire had hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to toss it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy.
"Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!"
Tartaglia simply pouted. "It looks so tasty though."
The vampire sulked, but he couldn't deny that he was worried about another attack so soon. Even though he could easily handle getting shot three times with silver bullets, he was going to have a few hours of downtime while his body repaired itself.
"Do me a favor and pretend to be asleep. I'm going to tell my family that you're an injured hunter. Don't say anything, don't open your eyes. They won't notice anything wrong if you cooperate, okay?"
"Do you kidnap injured humans frequently?"
"No," the question made Tartaglia laugh, "but it wouldn't be the first time. Don't worry, you're in safe hands." The vampire only huffed in response.
It wasn't long before the two arrived at Tartaglia's family home. He smiled a bit to his family, not minding their faces of surprise.
"Ajax..." His mother frowned, apprehensively eyeing the seemingly unconscious man.
"Mama, he will be just fine. Don't worry."
"That's a lot of blood," commented his brother, having briefly poked his head in to see what Ajax had brought home for dinner.
"He's a hunter, Anthon. There was an accident but it's not that serious. He'll be okay."
"No dinner?"
"No game this time. Sorry. I'll cook something else for you."
"Big brother!" A higher pitched voice exclaimed suddenly after running into the room. "Did you finally catch the vampire??"
Tartaglia laughed a little. "Nope, Teuce. It evaded me once again. But you'd better not go out into the woods or it'll eat you up."
There was a disappointed sound from the little boy but he seemed to know better than to argue with his oldest brother, if the vampire had to guess. He could also smell the presence of another kid, but they were silent and Kaeya could feel their eyes on him. It was slightly unsettling. All he could do was wait for Tartaglia bid them goodnight and carry him away from their prying eyes and ears.
It wasn't long before he set the vampire down on the bed, seeming pleased with the bit of blood that was now staining the white sheets. The vampire sat up as soon as it was out of the man's arms, not seeming happy to be stuck indoors in an unfamiliar house full of unfamiliar people. It said nothing, but the apprehensive look in its eye was enough for Tartaglia.
"Don't worry..." He tried to soothe the vampire again. "None of them are going to bother you. Unless you count me."
The creature scoffed. "I don't even get to be alone?"
"My house, my rules. Not that I think you would hurt my family, but I won't be too careful. I don't intend to find out the hard way."
"Ugh. You humans are so annoying. I just ate a few days ago. I have no need to feed again so soon."
"Is that so?"
"It is. We feed every two weeks or so."
"Hmm, I see. Well," Tartaglia grinned as usual. "That isn't going to stop me from keeping an eye on you."
The vampire huffed. "You're the worst."
"Thank you!" The ginger's grin only grew wider. The vampire could only look at him with contempt in return.
"When am I going to be able to call you by your name?"
"Never." The man with blue hair half glared at him. "You don't need to know it. Don't try to be so buddy-buddy with me. I have no interest in being close to you."
"And yet you trusted me to help you when you needed it."
"I could have fought them off if I had wanted to. I didn't need your help."
"Sure, sure... and you don't think you need a place to rest and yet you let me bring you here. Why is that?"
"Stop arguing with me. You clearly are the type of person who wants to play the hero, so I let you. End of story."
"How kind of you to indulge me, comrade." Tartaglia laughed. "Indulge me a little longer and let me get these bullets out of you."
"Sure. Go ahead." The vampire shrugged off Tartaglia's coat and his own shirt so that the ginger could properly access the bullet wound in its shoulder. He did somewhat bask in how Tartaglia looked over his torso. He knows how beautiful others find him, and despite not seeing it himself, the reactions of others were somewhat validating.
The vampire scrunched his face up a bit as Tartaglia began to pry the scab off of his first wound. Vampire blood is thicker than human blood so it took a bit of digging even just to separate it from the cool flesh. Not to mention that he'd have to reach inside of it since the goal was to retrieve another bullet.
"Does it hurt, comrade?" Tartaglia didn't seem concerned. He had what might have been a hunger in his eyes. What a strange person he was indeed.
"No," came the stoic reply.
"Indulging me again? Don't you think you should quit doing that?"
"I'll do what I want. Are you complaining?"
"No, of course not." The ginger swallowed. "Think you could cry for me?"
The vampire glared at him. "Of course not. I said it doesn't hurt."
"It would be quite an enjoyable show, I'll admit."
"Forget it. Just get the bullet out and fuck off."
"Ah ah ah, so hasty. I don't even get to patch you up?"
"I'm not human," the vampire spat. "As you can see, the healing process is much faster than yours. Bandages aren't necessary."
"Only willing to play along for so long... I have to wonder if it was ever really an act."
"You cannot seriously think that you could actually cause me pain." He huffed flatly.
"Is that a challenge?"
"No. God—" The vampire coughed a bit as if the word physically ailed him. "You're so fucking annoying."
"Pushing buttons is what I do best, comrade." Tartaglia's smile widened once again.
"Find a new hobby. This isn't cute."
"You think I'm cute??"
"What-" The vampire glared up at him. "That is literally the opposite of what I just said!"
The ginger laughed a bit. "Defensive much? It's okay. At least your eye seems to work well enough."
"I swear to god—" The poor thing was sent into another short coughing fit— "I am going to kill you the next time you show up in my part of the woods."
"Really??" Tartaglia seemed to get his hopes up. The vampire could almost swear the threat made the ginger perk up visibly. He wasn't just going to give this weirdo the satisfaction. He just stared blankly at Tartaglia, who grinned back. "There's nothing I love more than a good fight."
"You couldn't possibly survive a fight with me. I'm much more powerful than you. Even if I tried to go easy on you, your neck would still probably get snapped."
The hunger in Tartaglia's eyes returned stronger as he dug his finger deeper into the wound. "Is that so?" The vampire squeaked at the sudden movement and quickly shut his mouth, glaring up at the other.
"It is."
"How cute..." Tartaglia seemed genuinely happy to have gotten such a reaction out of him. He seemed less tense and more adoring as he continued to slowly reach for the bullet. "Ah, there it is." He stopped and removed his finger when he found it, needing something smaller to be able to grip it properly. The vampire stoically watched Tartaglia, noticing right away that his pupils had expanded slightly when he'd shown his pain. He supposed he should stop questioning that the hell was wrong with this man or he'd continue to ponder it every time Tartaglia did anything ever.
He'd hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to throw it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy.
"Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!" Tartaglia simply pouted.
"It looks so tasty though."
"Please..." The vampire spoke exasperatedly. "Please tell me you weren't going to swallow the bullet." Tartaglia wasn't (he had found that he liked to click bullets between his teeth sometimes), but it wasn't like the vampire needed to know that.
"I've passed worse things."
The vampire just stared at him, looking for any trace of dishonesty. He searched well, and the longer he looked, the longer he wondered how this man was even alive. He said nothing as he broke the eye contact and sighed.
"I don't even want to know."
"What, you're not even the least bit curious?"
"You humans sure are weird. I've heard enough. I don't want to know."
Tartaglia pouted a little. "Hmph. Fine, I'll never tell you."
"Good." The vampire knew that the question would unfortunately stay on the back burner in his mind, and Tartaglia knew it too.
