a/n: I tried so hard to try and think of a premise to make this a oneshot, but I can't think of any that would be finished in less than 3k words TT. Also, I think I made this so suggestive, and I wasn't even going for that. The amount of innuendos here are... yeah...
tags: yandere cale if you squint, i accidentally made it sensual oops, cale is a lil sadist even if he doesn't know it
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anon said: Hii can you do vampire Cale with reader that has blood thats really rare kind of like Sanemi from Demon Slayer where demons go crazy for his blood ANYWAYS LOVE YOUR WORKK
You appeared in his life just right when Cale thinks that he was getting used to living his life as a vampire.
He thought he had his impulses controlled, his alternatives secured. However, everything shattered the moment he got a whiff of your scent.
Normally, he would be disgusted at the thought of sinking his teeth into a living, breathing being unless he was super hungry. It's because, before transmigrating, he was just a normal human, so the thought of drinking someone's blood directly feels off.
But you?
You smell so delicious. He needs to have a taste. Sure, he still doesn't bode well with the idea of sucking your blood, but he needs to have a taste.
And by some miracle, he somehow managed to not only make you join him, but also allow him to give your blood.
Man is in paradise every time he gets a taste.
Later, he finds out from Hans that he acts like that towards you because you were born with a special type of blood that tastes sweeter than normal blood.
Despite that, who is Cale if not a man of absolute control?
His intake of your blood is so carefully controlled. He doesn't want you to pass out. He takes such good care of you so that you won't think of backing out (not that he'd allow you).
The only time he loses control is during the time he would overwork his ancient powers and feel super starved afterwards.
During those times, they try to let Cale eat his normal supply.
Because if not? Prepare to lie down unconscious with him for the next few days.
Cale has to admit that at first, he just wanted you because of your unique blood. He treated you well, yes, but you were nothing but a mere sweet treat.
However, spending time with you changed that quickly.
Not only did he discover your talents, but he also found out that the two of you get along so well.
Cale went from not even entertaining the thought of biting someone to constantly wanting to bite your nape or wrist to leave his mark on you.
Because what if someone else sees how delightful you are and tries to take you for themselves?
He simply has to show everyone that you're his.
Sometimes he would even bite just for the sake of leaving his mark.
This is probably something he'd take to his grave, but Cale absolutely loves the way you look whenever he feeds directly from you.
The way you writhe... your eyes squeezing shut... the way you pant as you feel your blood being drained from your veins... your eyes tearing up and those tears eventually rolling down your cheeks...
It's why he loves biting your wrist.
Sometimes, the two of you would just be lounging around, you'd be sitting on his lap as he does whatever, and then he'd suddenly bite you.
May or may not be because he loves the way you bury your face in his chest when you're in this position.
Of course, his favourite is still the classic nape bite.
It's because your scent is the strongest there.
He also likes how he can smell the process of his scent mixing with yours as he bites into you.
Also, this position allows him to hold your hand while he feeds.
He LOVES the way you squeeze his hands, especially when it starts to feel too much.
But of course, those things are only for him. Cale refuses to disclose to anyone else. That side of you and his enjoyment are for him and only him.
Cale would strike anyone who finds out with fire of destruction ^^
You had always known that Cale Henituse was a man of contradictions.
He called himself a slacker but never rested. He claimed to want a peaceful life, yet he stood at the forefront of wars, rebellions, and disasters. He insisted he wasn’t kind, yet his hands carried the weight of the world for those he considered his people.
And, of course, you knew that if there was one thing Cale Henituse absolutely did not do, it was expressing unnecessary emotions.
So, you had never expected an “I love you” from him.
Even after everything you had been through together—standing at his side through battlefields, tending to his wounds after every reckless act, and sharing quiet moments in between the chaos—you never thought he would say it outright. Because Cale wasn't someone who put his feelings into words. He showed them in his own way: in the careful way he ensured you ate properly, in the way his sharp eyes always found you first in a crowd, in the way he positioned himself slightly in front of you when danger was near.
And that had always been enough.
Until now.
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The battlefield was quiet. The kind of silence that only followed after an overwhelming victory or a devastating loss.
You weren’t sure which this was.
Your body ached, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, but you ignored it. Your eyes were focused on Cale, who sat slumped against a broken wall, his usually pristine red hair damp with sweat and blood. His breathing was steady—thank the gods—but he was clearly spent. The ancient powers had drained him again, his body unable to handle their toll.
You crouched beside him, reaching out instinctively. Cale.
His eyelids fluttered open slightly, revealing tired but sharp red eyes. He stared at you for a long moment before sighing. You’re still here?
You frowned. Of course, I’m here.
A weak smirk tugged at his lips. I thought you’d be smart enough to run away from all this madness by now.
You rolled your eyes. And leave you to die in a pile of rubble? Not a chance.
Cale exhaled slowly, shifting slightly. That’s foolish.
And yet you’re the one who threw yourself into the heart of battle again, you shot back, voice tight with lingering frustration. How many times have I told you not to—
I know. His voice was quiet, but it held a weight that made you stop. His eyes locked onto yours, serious despite the exhaustion clouding them. I know. But I had to.
Because that was who he was. He would never sit back and do nothing while his people were in danger.
Your shoulders sagged, your anger fading into something softer—something heavier. You always ‘have to.’ And I always have to sit here and watch you get hurt.
Cale was silent.
Then, after a long pause, he spoke.
I don’t want you to get hurt.
You blinked. What?
His gaze flickered away, lips pressing together as if he was considering taking the words back. But then he sighed again, almost in resignation, and looked at you.
I don’t want you to get hurt,he repeated. I don’t want you to worry about me. I don’t want you to—He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his bloodied hair. It’s annoying.
Your heart clenched. You knew Cale well enough to understand that when he said annoying, he didn’t mean it in the way others did. He meant frustrating. He meant terrifying. He meant that the thought of you being in danger, of you worrying over him, made something twist inside him in a way he wasn’t used to.
Cale…
I don’t understand it, he muttered, almost to himself. “But every time I see you in danger, I— He cut himself off, his jaw tightening. I don’t like it.
You reached for his hand, gripping it gently.
I know.
Cale stared at your joined hands as if the sight was foreign to him. And maybe, in a way, it was. He had spent his whole life avoiding deep emotional attachments, keeping people at arm’s length.
But he hadn’t been able to do that with you.
Slowly, as if testing the motion, he curled his fingers around yours. His grip was weak but warm, grounding.
And then—
“…I love you.”
It was barely above a whisper.
Your breath caught. Your mind froze.
And yet, despite the quietness of his voice, those words echoed louder than anything else on this battlefield.
Your heart pounded painfully against your ribs. Cale—
I don’t know when it happened, he continued, as if he hadn’t just shattered the reality you knew. His brown eyes locked onto yours, uncharacteristically raw and unguarded. I don’t know why it happened. A pause. “But it did.
Your fingers tightened around his.
He sighed again, tilting his head back against the wall. Annoying.
You let out a choked laugh. You keep calling it that.
“Because it is.” His eyes slid shut for a moment before reopening, softer this time. 'But… I still love you."
Your chest felt impossibly full, emotions threatening to spill over. Cale Henituse, the man who refused to let anyone in, had just laid his heart bare. And he had done it in the most Cale way possible—begrudging, frustrated, but undeniably real.
You lifted your joined hands, brushing a kiss against his knuckles. “I love you too.”
Cale blinked, as if the words were somehow surprising to him despite everything. Then he let out another long-suffering sigh, muttering, “Now we’re both doomed.”
You laughed, pressing your forehead against his. Yeah. But at least we’re doomed together.
SUMMARY: basically possessive and slightly yan!cale short drabble
PAIRINGS: cale henituse × gn!reader
WARNINGS: probably ooc, obsessive and possessive behavior, breach of privacy, some informations came from the wiki, might have spoilers, possible grammatical and typographical errors
NOTE: i've been missing cale lately and with sooo much stuff going on, i barely have the time to slack off and read part 2, so here's a totally self-indulgent work and also something to let you guys know i'm alive^^ ts actually my first writing in this fandom guys, i'm still hungry after devouring countless of fics on ao3
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there was never a time you truly felt alone inside this villa.
obviously, this was a good thing. no man would want to be alone (at least you think so). it's better to have company—to have someone to talk to. it's better to share a laugh with someone, to share your concerns, or just simply enjoy the quietness of an early morning with a warm drink between your hands and the presence of the very capable servants under the supreme commander himself going about their routines.
still, your gut feeling screams.
‘something is wrong.’
you can still leave. you can still go out, visit the henituse duchy, the plaza, or say hi to the ever-so-handsome crowned prince. you still have your freedom. the freedom to enjoy the sun against your skin, to feel the cold breeze of the night gently go past you as the moon lights up your path and the stars wink down at you.
but with freedom comes limitations.
cale henituse, for once in his life, never regretted that he made so many connections. though he once thought about some of them as acquaintances, most became a part of his group. he thought there was no need for them anymore. sure, some calls were made to check up on them and ask them how they were doing but…
they know that their young master only calls when he needed something. he wasn't the type to waste his time when he can just lay down and slack off. if it wasn't that important, he could just leave it to his people.
color them shocked when the one and only cale henituse calls them, all serious and all, as if he's going to lay down his plans on how to smack the white star from the back—is only calling them to keep their eyes on one of his people.
ask him why, and all they will hear is:
“to keep them safe.”
and of course, even with confusion—they will follow their young master. it has always been that way.
…
no information goes past cale.
he studies it, records it, and takes his time to think about how he could use it—whether it is to destroy or make someone's life easier. having connections means more eyes. and cale had uses for them.
cale loves knowing where you are. cale loves knowing you're safe. and cale loves it when no other trash besides him approaches you, regardless of their intentions.
and with you working beside the crowned prince and the heroes, best believe there are people asking for your hand, for your grace and favor. letters, invitations…you name it. it all appears on your desk.
but as the days went by, they decreased and decreased until no letters aside from important matters were left. you were thankful, yes. but you were also left with questions.
‘did they all got tired and decided not to approach me anymore?’
impossible. even simple business dinners invitations were gone.
‘what happened?’
…
cale scoffed as he read another cheesy romantic line from one of the letters addressed to you. a trashy noble bastard was asking if you could be their partner for an upcoming birthday celebration.
“when will these end?” cale groaned, tearing the letter apart and throwing it at the trash can ron provided him. raon shook his head before he smacked the wooden table. “human! let's loot them!”
cale sighed, reaching for another letter. “no, we're rich enough to buy their entire household.” he replied, casually opening the envelope. “it's not worth it.”
ron poured cale some tea, placing it on the table with a benign smile. “there are more letters, young master.” he says. cale glanced at the butler with exasperation.
‘fuck.’
ron chuckled. even though his puppy young master hates seeing those kind of letters addressed to you, cale reads it carefully, recording every information about the sender.
as ron leaves the room to fetch more cookies, a thought appeared in his mind. ‘i guess i'll have more foxes to scare then.’
pairing: Cale Henituse x travelling!Reader x Alberu Crossman ft. Tasha and Cale's assortment of strays
summary: Alberu and Cale receive mysterious gifts once every two weeks—a bouquet of flowers and a box filled with trinkets, treats, letters, pictures or whatever else the mysterious sender decides to give. A little snippet of how the Wind brings gifts to its loved ones.
tags: traveller!reader. gn!reader. gift giving as a love language. implied est. relationship. implied cale doing something to upset you. ron and his hobby of bullying cale. alberu low-key being a cutie. no real plot author just wanted to write something where alberu gets flowers.
note: the code hidden in the bouquet :D
amaryllis - deep love, 'you are valued for your inner strength and beauty'
zinnia - lasting affection, thinking of the ones that are absent but missed
an: I spent waaaaay too much trying to put a message into that bouqet...also pls ignore how badly written this is in under academic stress and haven't written shit in like 2 or more months 😭 this was written with a reader who basically has to travel across the world all the time in order to gather intel, infiltrate operations, forge connections, collect knowledge, etc. so they don't get to see their lovers that often but they make up for it by sending lots of gifts and flowers!
Tasha feels the air in Alberu's office thicken and change before she even knows something happened. As a dark elf, it's only natural for her to be sensitive to mana, so it's no wonder she can pinpoint the changes of it around her. Her head whips around to the open window—the one that most definitely had not been open earlier—and startles when she sees something on the ledge. Before she can react, her nephew enters the room and crosses the short distance from the door to the window with impressive speed. Briefly, she wonders if he somehow knew something would show up that very moment because as far as she's aware, he was stuck in a meeting until now. How he managed to time his entrance so perfectly is beyond her.
Dumbfounded, she watches Alberu Crossman—her nephew, future king of the Roan Kingdom and notoriously serious and overworked—smile while he inspects the items on the window.
"What-" She begins, but Alberu cuts her off.
"Aunt, would you mind fetching documents from the minister of public affairs? About that celebration the East has been pushing for?" She stares at him, blinking in confusion because she knows this isnt the type of task he'd ever make her do. Making her run nonsensical errands? His aunt, no less?Preposterous. Unheard of.
Still, when she sees something colourful peak out beneath carefully wrapped brown paper, a suspicion begins to form in her mind. She concedes this once, promising herself she'd use this against him at some point and exits the room with a curt goodbye. When she returns half an hour later, she sees that the flowers Alberu keeps on the table beneath the window have been changed. Gone was the previous bouquet, now replaced by one made of zinnia and white amaryllis flowers in the center, surrounded by moonflowers, amaranths and white clovers. Though the flowers would have clashed in that peculiar order, they seemed to be wrapped and arranged oh so carefully, Tasha had no choice but to admire them.
Alberu sits at his desk when she brings him the documents he requested, and only when she approaches him does she find a small wooden box filled with sweets and savoury traits beside him that had not been there before.
"Where'd you get those from?" She asks confused, because very clearly, those weren't treats one could acquire easily in Roan, let alone the western continent if she thought about it. When would her nephew have had the time to travel to get food from somewhere halfway across the world?
He doesn't diginify her with a response—rude brat—but only shrugs as he continues looking through whatever new outrageous proposal the nobles have put forth again. "The wind came bearing gifts again," he replies cryptically, the hint of a grin obvious in his voice even if Tasha can't see his expression.
She thinks back to all the times she's heard people speculate where Alberu might be getting the flowers in his office from, especially the ones that did not grow anywhere in the kingdom. She looks between the vase on the table—the one that has a different bouquet in it every two weeks, like clockwork—and the box on his desk. Something clicks in her mind, the corners of her mouth curling up into something amused.
"Tell the wind I said hello and it really should get me some of those chocolate covered caramel hazelnuts again," she comments before her rude as ever nephew dismisses her out of the office with a wave of his hand. She has half a mind to contact Mary and ask her if young master Cale received any packages today, but she puts it off. She could always just ask the Wind herself next time they met.
Somewhere in the Forest of Darkness, Cale Henituse is allowed the rare chance to rest in the Super Rock Villa. Well, rest is a bit of a stretch—he's doing some research on the terrain of his next mission, dead set on surprising the Arm subordinates in their base with every trick in the book. The children averaging eight-years-old are sitting nearby, listening to Rosalyn explain ways they could merge Raon's mana with On's fog and Hong's poison. Eruhaben sits beside them, tinkering with an odd device Rosalyn had politely asked him to help her fix, only half paying attention to the conversation to add his own commentary to it.
While the atmosphere isn't exactly quiet and ideal for reading and researching, Cale wouldn't really trade it for anything in the world. Just as he thinks to himself that this the kind of slacker life he wishes he could have instead of chasing after the crazy White Thing, Ron enters the study with a serving tablet in each hand. One of them contains drinks—the tall glass of lemonade with no doubt meant for Cale, he laments—while the other hosts a small box and three envelopes. Ron smiles benignly at Cale after he's distributed all the drinks, but even with his age and experience, he can't fully hide his curiosity when his young master takes the box and letters, a little excited to see what the puppy young master would be received this time around.
"I found those on the table in the reception room, young master-nim," he explains, even though that much was unnecessary. He does it nonetheless because he loves watching the way his young master flinches at the remark like a kicked puppy beating the consequences of its own actions. Usually, the letters and boxes would show up at the ledge of his young master's bedroom. Appearing in the reception room meant one thing and one thing only—the sender wasn't too keen on delivering the gifts personally due to a grudge.
Cale doesn't comment, he simply opens the box to inspect it's contents, unable to hold back a snort when he sees what inside.
Lemon ice cream pralines. Lemon truffles. Mini lemon cupcakes. An entire assortment of lemon desserts from all around the Eastern continent along side a simple card on top.
'I hope you know I'm still mad at you, idiot. Lemon is good for your health, so eat up.'
So passive aggressive yet still sweet—how very you.
He takes the brown envelope—the one that stands out between the two other white one—and opens it with a letter opener he keeps for those occasions om his desk. The envelope is a little coarse, but lighter than the other two. Inside, he finds three pictures of different sceneries—a forest beneath a star speckled sky, a vast lake with a cottage surrounded by fog and a bustling market with the ocean in the horizon—as well as a bookmark made with flower motifs.
Zinnia and white amaryllis flowers in the center, surrounded by moonflowers, amaranths and white clovers. He smiles softly to himself, already picturing the matching bouquet that must be in his hyung's office and above all, the joy and care with which you'd picked the bouquet for the two of them despite being busy in your travels.
The children are openly curious about the gifts their human received, but no one in the room questions him out loud. Why would they, when they know they'll be receiving letters and gifts from you soon?
Somewhere in the capital of the Arman Kingdom, you walk around the market place with a smile on your face—though no one could see your face beneath your cloak. You pass by stalls with various trinkets and treats, all the sellers vying for your attention by hyping up their products. Occasionally, someone succeeds and you step closer to admire the merchandise.
You buy whatever strikes your fancy and you decide might suit someone you know, like fountain pain set for your lover's brother or a particulary well made leather pouch for your other lover's aunt to store her vials of dead mana in. It's a good way to spend your day off in the middle of your covert mission, you reckon. Though you'd much rather spend your time annoying Alberu or reading with Cale, you know that your job of gathering intel across the world was a vital part of keeping the kingdom running.
The things you do for love, you muse.
You know the two must have undoubtedly received their flowers and gifts by now, and while they aren't due for new gifts for another two weeks, it doesn't stop you from starting to collect new things to send them.
【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏𝟏 】: On a scale from 1 to 10 my friend you're fucked :)
Edit : I forgot to add tags omg
Olloooo!!
Soooo I'm in the middle of an existential crisis + couldn't bend my right knee without screaming in pain while writing this chapter... ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER !! 😘
Thank you so much @jazzieq for inspiring me to write again love ya babe!
The title for this chapter is not a joke :)
Posted on ao3, Wattpad an Quotev- MDNI yadayadayada this has some smutty shi in it
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..... Heh.
For a full minute, you could only stare blankly at the screen, reading the assigned task over and over until you could feel your eye starting to twitch.
[ Host? Are you alright? (●´⌓`●) ]
You were totally not panicking, nope.
[??]
''A thousand arrows, a thousand FLAMING ARROWS!? What kind of punishment is that!? ARE YOU CRAZY!!'
So if you fail it basically means you're done for!
The sudden screaming frightened the poor system, and he immediately rushed to comfort you, words flowing out frantically as he hurried to explain.
[No need to fret! You won't actually die; it's merely a simulation! Once the punishment is over you'll be back here completely unharmed!]
'Is that supposed to make me feel better?!'
You were in deep shit and he knew it.
'Oooook ok ok ok, deep breath, deep breath, DEEP BREATHHHH.'
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and assured yourself, at the very least, even if you fail said task, the suffering won't be long as it will only take a few arrows piercing you for it to be done.
That's fine, it's fine, everything's fine.
[Ahhh yes, about that... (๑´•.̫ • `๑) ]
You slowly turned your head towards him, eyes unblinking. "What."
What could possibly be worse?
[The thing is... The arrows won't rain down all at once so you could avoid the majority; they will be unleashed in waves and you'll be restored each time, only to face it all anew, shot again and again until every single one of the thousand arrows has been fired.... ]
And the pain will be real.
......
You slumped on the silk sheets, face buried on the pillow as you muffled a scream and kicked your legs aggressively against the bed.
The little system wisely chose to stay quiet. To him, the fact you didn't try to hit him like the previous ones did was fantastic!
Although he agreed this punishment was far too cruel for a beginner like yourself, there was nothing he could do to change it.
After a few moments of just lying there, you finally rolled over on your back and stared at the marble ceiling above. Finally, you spoke up.
"That village... has got to go."
The decision was clear, not like you had a choice in the matter from the start.
It was their destiny anyways, you reasoned. And why should you care? They were just insignificant fictional characters; you had to look out for yourself first, no one else mattered.
You'll find a way; you have to.
Buuuuut, that's a problem future you can worry about, you thought with a snort. Your dear husband will be back soon.
Welp, time to turn on the waterworks!
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Ho... a hot bath never fails to calm his nerves. Cale thought, his mood lightening after he settled into the tub. Letting out a low groan as he sank deeper into the warm water, the tension from his muscles slowly melting away, one arm draped over the edge while he leaned his head back with a distant look, watching the steam surrounding him.
Those past few days have been... eventful, to say the least.
It started when he spent the first night of his transmigration with his 'wife'.
"This is heaven..." You murmured with a blissful sigh, your anger from earlier long gone after celebrating the joyful news.
The man laid there like a salted fish, unsure of how to react while you nuzzled into his chest and inhaled his scent deeply, one leg thrown over his hip while your hands were clutching to his back in a tight grip as you pulled him closer, as if afraid he might disappear.
He was being used like a giant teddy bear.
"What's wrong?" You asked, looking up at him strangely. "You aren't petting my head like usual; is something bothering you?"
Your grip tightens. "Are you angry with me?"
.....
"I could never be angry at you." Cale finally spoke, hand dutifully stroking your hair as his other arm moved to wrap loosely around your waist.
He threw in a forehead kiss to seal the act.
It worked like a charm seeing as you practically melted and snuggled even closer if possible, feeling completely at peace in his arms.
Hm, this wasn't so bad... Wait no-!
Cale considered himself lucky you didn't tell anyone about what he tried to do that day so he went along with it to please you. And most definitely not because of how warm and fuzzy your touch made him feel.
Definitely.
Ahem, moving on.
And then, when he suspected that another person was feeding that damned tree and bribed the children to spill the beans, you can imagine his surprise when it turned out to be you, who supposedly has no memories whatsoever prior to the accident and has no way of knowing about the ancient power that tree held as far as he knows.
Cale wasted no time and confronted you the same day.
Which was a big mistake.
"I-I... I just wanted to protect our child from any possible danger!" You stuttered in fright under his harsh glare, tears already welling up.
Cale clicked his tongue, unsettled by your tears; seeing you cry like this made him uncomfortable, and so the man sat by your side, his hand hesitating briefly before gently rubbing your back in soothing circles. Who knew you could be so sensitive? He took a mental note of that for the future.
He noticed the thin book you were holding and tilted his head.
Leaning into his touch, you choked back another sob while pointing to the violet cover in your hand. "Shortly after we found out about my pregnancy, I found this at the library while looking for novels to help pass the time." You explained. "It said that a long time ago, during ancient times, there was a priestess who loved food so much that her gluttony got her kicked out of the temple. The poor woman ended up starving to death and a tree has grown on top of her body, the tree itself located in this very land."
You opened the book mid-explanation and showed it to him.
"I got curious, so I went to see for myself, and a voice came from the hole! The priestess told me she would give me a present, one that would grant me protection until the day I die; all I had to give in return was some food to satisfy her hunger. It was almost too good to be true!"
Cale narrowed his eyes at you before looking over the page, and sure enough, the tale of the priestess and her demise was all written there, including a small passage of what happens to the unfortunate ones that have taken their lives there.
"I had nothing to lose, so I agreed to feed her and see the results." You sighed, getting a handkerchief from the table. "I suspected someone was going there as well, but I didn't know it was you," you gestured to the book. "That must be how you found out about it too, huh?"
"...Yes, that's right."
He can't possibly say he knew from the novel now, can he?
"I was worried about that other person getting it before; I almost took some... drastic measures ." You wiped your tears using the handkerchief with a nod. "Since it's you, I have no issue."
His initial suspension turned to helplessness, Cale waited for you to continue.
And drastic measures?
"If you want the power so much, you can have it. I don't want something so trivial to come between us..." You said, looking at him with teary eyes and the sweetest smile while rubbing your belly. "I know you will protect us anyway; I trust you."
I trust you with my life.
Aigoo, Cale felt responsible now.
How this trash (not that he could call him that anymore it seemed) managed to turn you into a lovesick, loyal puppy in such a short amount of time was astonishing.
To give up such a power just because he wanted it?
Cale closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers. A young wife with a child on the way was not on his survival plan in this new world.
Aside from the pregnancy, once Choi Han gets here and informs the Count of the village massacre and your parent's demise, getting a divorce was out of the question and far too cruel for his liking.
In the end, you'll have to stay by his side.
Sigh.
Well, on the plus side, he won't have to worry about you causing him any trouble that's for sure. The least he could do in return is watch over the woman and their unborn child; he owes that much to Cale Henituse.
Cale opened his eyes, having made up his mind.
“It’s worth trying.”
After making this decision, the man stepped out of the tub and put on his bathrobe, loosely tying it at the waist as he exited the bathroom, expecting you to already be curled up under the blankets, waiting to use him for another night of cuddling.
The sight that greeted him made him choke on air; the towel he was using on his hair slipped from his grasp and onto the ground.
There you were, not under the covers like he initially thought, but posed elegantly on your side with your legs slightly bent at the knees, left elbow propped up on the pillow, swirling a wine glass playfully, the other resting on your hip.
His eyes trailed over your body, taking in the floor-length lingerie that suited your figure; its color went perfectly with your complexion, the sleeveless dress sported lace trimmed lace slits on both sides up to your hips.
Your eyes glinted with a mischievous smile as you tilted your head. "Took you long enough~"
"..................."
You were waiting for him alright.
In all 36 years of his existence, the man never felt more lost in his life than in this moment.
Just a few minutes ago you were crying your eyes out over your baby's safety, and now you are suddenly in the mood?
Are those the pregnancy mood swings he's heard about?
Cale gulped.
What has he gotten himself into?
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You on the other hand, was laughing your ass off on the inside when the man seemed to have malfunctioned at your display.
For the gluttonous priestess interrogation, you didn't lie; you really did stumble upon the book a while ago while looking for new stories to read and forgot about it, until now.
Ain't that convenient? A little too convenient for your liking, but eh, problem solved so no need to overthink it.
You just didn't expect him to believe you so easily given his suspicious nature.
As for what you were doing now? Well, what's wrong with having a little fun?
"I've been thinking... It's been a while since we've made love, hasn't it?" You slide off the bed in one smooth movement, put the wine glass filled with orange juice on the nightstand and strolled over to him.
"You avoid me during the day and barely hold me at night unless I make the first move." You told him with a pout. "I can't stand this negligence anymore!"
You refuse to stand for this treatment!
You sighed. "I know you've been busy nowadays." Lie. "I know I seem spoiled, but I miss you." You didn't hold back, your voice thick with lust. "I miss the filthy words you whisper in my ear as your fingers wrap around my neck and squeeze it until I can barely breath. I miss it. I miss your cock."
The man stood there like a statue, eyes shifting between your face and the fingers subtly tugging at his robe tie.
"And look." You chuckled helplessly. "I appreciate you being careful last time but please— don't be so gentle with me; you know I like it when you're rough."
Yup, that's my cue, Xian decided as he logged off for the night, lighting a candle for the protagonist in his heart.
Why did he have to get such a shameless host? He can't handle hearing such dirty language! Shame on you! ಥ_ಥ
In your defense, you didn't have much hope from the start. As much as you wanted to pounce on Cale and fuck him silly, you knew the wannabe slacker would never agree to it. Sure you managed to make him hold you at night, but sex? Pfff.
Even so, you lose every chance you don't take so why not just go for it?
"You're right."
Eh, disappointed but not surprised- wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait— WHAT!?
Are your ears working right?
"How could I be so blind to be missing all of this?" His arm wrapped around your waist and closed the gap between you; his fingers brushed against your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "You don't have to do anything; just lay back and I'll do all the work."
You want him to act like a doting husband? Fine then.
You want him to be rough? Game on.
He inches closer, his breath warm against your lips, eyes darkened with lust and something almost... dangerous. "Let's make up for all the lost time, shall we?"
You could feel the memories of your night with the real Cale flash before your eyes.
You gulped.
What have you gotten yourself into?!
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Slurping sound, whimpers, and pleasure filled whines echoed throughout the bedroom.
You, being the overconfident dumbass, now laying on the bed, wine forgotten and lingerie torn apart on the floor. Body trembling and toes curling as Cale did his work between your legs.
"Don't tease me like this-!...shi-!"
The bastard was taking his sweet time slowly scissoring your hole and stretching you open, his long fingers pumping and curling against your walls in all the right ways, hot tongue licking and toying at your folds in a torturously slow rhythm and nibbling at the bean.
"Aw, look at you, not even 10 minutes in. Is this all it takes to turn you into a dripping mess? Pathetic."
Your pants turned into desperate moans at those words. You wanted to cover your ears, but you didn't.
Your hips rocked against his hand, seeing you so starved for his touch sent a thrill through him.
"What a good girl you are for me." Cale murmured with a faint smirk, his unoccupied hand slowly sliding back up across your belly to your chest, taking hold of your nipple, pinching it sharply and twisting it between his fingers, making you squirm in pain and pleasure.
How is he so good at this?! You thought he was an 36 year old virgin for crying out loud!
When he pulled his fingers out suddenly and stopped licking you, you opened your eyes in a daze and you whined at the sudden emptiness. The man paid you no mind as he slid his wet fingers into his mouth, tongue slowly licking them clean of your juices, his eyes never leaving yours.
The bastard knows exactly what he's doing, and he's loving every second of it.
You buckled your hips towards him and pleaded with your eyes, wanting more.
You didn't have to wait for long when you felt his tongue replace his fingers inside your cunt, thrusting in and out of your dripping hole.
Your hands fisted in his hair, pressing harder into you at the sudden waves of pleasure racing through your body.
"Fuck Ki-! Cale!!" Gosh you hope he didn't catch that slip-up.
The man hummed, thumb rubbing your clit in circles while he fucked you with his tongue. He spread your thighs wider, thrusting deeper and swirling inside your walls.
Your body tensed up, and you pushed his head harder against your pussy.
You were so close-!
You wrapped your legs around his head, trapping him in. "Cale! I- oh fuck..! Aaaaa!!"
The man took this as a sign and with your thighs threatening to crash his head, he sealed his mouth around your lips and sucked vigorously, driving you over the edge.
Your lips parted, fingers digging into the sheets eyes rolled back as an orgasm hit you with a silent scream, the white liquid dripping right into his waiting mouth, he lapped it all up like a starved dog.
With one final suck, Cale's tongue slowly slid out of your hole as he pulled his head back, relishing at the long, thick string of cum stretching between his tongue and your swollen folds.
He licked his lower lips slowly, savoring the taste.
He finally gazed at you, reddish-grey eyes glinting mischievously at your disheveled state. "Don't worry." He cooed, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips that glistened from your juices. "I'm not a wasteful man; every last bit of you will be savored."
Before you could even register his words, he leaned in once again, ignoring your weak protests as his tongue darted around relentlessly to collect every last drop, overstimulating you even further as your legs shook uncontrollably.
Once satisfied, he looked at you with that same damned smile he was known for.
"Now the real fun can begin."
Aye shit.
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"What happened? You were so eager for my cock and now look at you, crying like a little baby. Isn't this what you wanted?" Your husband's voice was low and taunting, every word accompanied by a thrust that made you see stars.
He had you against the wall, one hand holding up your thigh while the other was wrapped around your neck, fingers digging into your throat and tightening little by little till it was hard for you to breathe as he pounds into you mercilessly, chest heaving while your lower back being slammed repeatedly against the wall made you wince from the pain.
Tears welled up in your eyes and run down your cheeks as you could do nothing but muffle your screams by burying your face into his shoulder.
"No need to hide those pretty little noises; I want everyone to hear how much of a needy slut you are." He gave your neck another squeeze and was rewarded with a sharp gasp.
Shut up shut up!!!
Cale let out a pained grunt, feeling your nails digging and dragging across his bare back, the familiar feeling of blood trickling down his back.
Ignoring the pain, he glanced to the side and an idea popped in his head.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
You could only blink foggily feeling his cock slide out of you without warning, leaving you empty and needy. How fucking dare he.
Before a single word of complaint could form, you gasped out when your husband suddenly spun around so your back was now pressed against his chest. Grasping your thighs tightly, he lifted you effortlessly and started walking.
???
You were confused on what the fuck he was doing, that is, until you found yourself facing your reflection in the mirror.
Oh no. No no no no no anything but this!!
You immediately shut your eyes tightly and covered your burning face with your hands.
"Wh-whhat is this!?" You babbled out.
Cale tutted in your ear. "Don't get all shy now, Look at yourself."
"N-no..!" You frantically shook your head. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. This was so embarrassing!!
"Either you open your eyes or I'll stop everything right now and leave you like this."
No!!
Left with no choice, you opened your eyes again and looked at yourself, and oh what a sight it was.
Hair an absolute mess and body covered in sweat, eyes glazed over with mascara running down your cheeks and lips swollen from the intense kissing, your neck and chest were covered all over with marks and hickeys.
And the worst part of it all, with his arms spreading your legs wide open, you got a clear view of your abused pussy, mix of your juices and his semen from previous rounds practically leaking to the floor.
Pathetic, you looked absolutely and utterly pathetic.
Cale's eyes flickered, the man couldn't help but admire you.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Me, like this, ruining you."
To him, you looked absolutely divine.
"Let's see how you desperately want it."
His hard cock slid along your folds teasingly, refusing to go in while he watched your reflection, smirking triumphantly as you whimpered helplessly. And that drove you crazy.
It was obvious he wanted you to beg for it.
Your lips quivered.
"Please..." A whisper.
Cale tilted his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? If you want something you have to use your words."
"Please..." you begged, louder this time, voice hoarse and needy.
"Please what."
Not able to bear it anymore, you cried out. "Please, please put your cock inside and fill me up with your cum again! Use me like a fucking cumdump I don't care just PLEASE—! I need it I need it Please please PLEASE!!"
The man let out a pleased hum and a nod of approval, clearly amused by your outburst. "Well, since you asked nicely..." Lifting you up, he pulled you down on his entire length in one smooth movement.
Your eyes fluttered and a sigh of pure bliss left your lips as you felt yourself get filled again with that delicious cock, and you almost thanked him for it. Almost.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room along with your pleasured shrieks. Watching your reflection being bounced on his cock, you were reduced to nothing but a drooling mess, unable to form coherent sentences. The fingers digging into your trembling thighs with such force would no doubt leave bruises in the morning.
While the real Cale was more enthusiastic than skilled, This. This was something else entirely, and you were enjoying every second of it.
You wanted more.
Cale panted heavily into your ear, his gaze unwavering through the mirror. "Mmm... Look at you, taking my cock good and deep, begging to be filled like a cheap whore, my perfect little cumdump."
"My cute little wife, the mother of my future children, my everything." He breathed. "All mine-" Mine to ruin.
Each word was followed by a hard thrust. His nasty words sounded like flattery to your ears now.
You were far too drowned in pleasure to bother keeping your voice down anymore. Fuck it, let the whole mansion hear for all you care!
With a couple more thrusts, Cale grunted and his legs shook, teeth lightly digging into your shoulder as he finally came.
You arched your back and clenched around him with a high-pitched whine, the feeling of his cock throbbing and his hot semen filling you up to the brim drove you to your own climax.
For a while, neither of you spoke; the sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard as he stayed buried deep inside you.
Cale panted, eyes on the mirror as your head hung low; hopefully that was enough to satisfy you for now.
"More...~" A low giggle.
Hm?
You slowly lifted your head, and he felt a sheer sense of terror at the pure look of lust and madness in your eyes; the dilated pupils and twitching grin almost caused him to drop you.
"Give me more!!"
You lost it.
Ah, well... he did say they have to make up for the lost time, didn't he?
Who was he to deny your request? He is nothing if not a doting husband.
With that, he pulled out, his seed leaking out of you like a flood as he carried you in his arms to the bathroom.
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The couple could be found in the tub, steam rising around you as you lay motionless on top of Cale, face flushed and panting like a dog, dull eyes looking off into the distance and mouth open as drool slid down your chin and into his pecs, both of which were now covered with the same amount of bite marks he left on you.
The man didn't seem to mind as he rubbed your back with tenderness.
With a sigh, he threaded a hand through his hair and pursed his lips in thought.
He could get used to this.
Yes, the corner of his mouth quirked up; the more he thought about it, the more he came to accept it.
It's worth trying.
Reaching out, he gently lifted your chin so your dazed eyes could meet his.
His thumb traced your bottom lip. What a pretty sight.
"I love you." He breathed, pressing his lips against your swollen ones.
And oh, how warm it made you feel; it was so gentle and loving, it felt real. And if you didn't know any better you would fall for his words.
You could only whine helplessly when you felt his fingers slowly enter your sloppy cunt. "Let's get you cleaned up, love."
Love? pffff right.
You didn't even bother to respond, having already drifted off to dreamland.
This. This was a night to remember.
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You woke up the following morning to an empty bed, your legs numb and body aching all over. You groaned softly as you struggled to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before turning and reaching over to pat the cold, empty side of the bed.
'Where the hell did Cale go? What time is it?'
How dare he let you wake up alone after wrecking your ass like that?
You stretched your arms above your head with a yawn, grunting at soreness from last night's activities.
Geez, you'll be surprised if you aren't actually pregnant by now. You thought to yourself, pushing the dirty cover and getting off the bed, only to let out a yelp as your legs buckled beneath you when you attempted to stand, causing you to collapse on your knees with a loud thump.
Holy shi-
Luckily for you, some maids entered the room at that moment to wake you up for breakfast. The first one gasped loudly upon seeing you and rushed to your side immediately.
"My lady, you mustn't strain yourself!" She turned to the others waiting on the side with a stern look. "Stop gossiping you two and help me pick her up."
Soon, you were back on the bed, one maid placing a few pillows behind your back for support while the other put a tray on your lap, containing a huge bowl of fruit salad and a glass of your favorite juice. Yum!
One of the women took a chair and sat beside you, holding the spoon. "The chef prepared this for you; he said it's good for the pregnancy." She spoke softly, voice filled with concern as she dipped the spoon into the bowl and held it up near your mouth. "Please don't move a muscle and let us handle everything!"
Ah. Well why not? Who doesn't like getting pampered anyways?
You took a bite and closed your eyes in satisfaction at the sweet flavors. 'It's so good!'
That's when Xian decided to show himself again.
[ Good morning host! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) ]
'Ah, you're back. Morning!' You responded as you opened your mouth again.
Chewing on the fruits, your eyes wandered to the women surrounding the bed and raised a brow in wonder at the way they whispered among themselves; one nudged another playfully while trying to conceal her giggles and pointing to the wall, whispering something that made the woman gasp, her face turning a deeper shade of red as she covered her mouth.
'Why are their faces red like that? Why are they avoiding looking at me and acting all shy? What the fuck is going on?'
Just now, you remembered the fact that you were setting on a broken bed with your neck, shoulder and cleavage exposed.
....No.
[ ....The walls are thin, host. ( ˶o˶˶o˶) ]
And you being as loud as you were didn't help.
You choked on the food, coughing loudly as the maid feeding you jumped in alarm and hurriedly patted your back in a panic.
Uh-uh, no, there's no way.
[ Yes way :') ]
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
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We have now bagged both Cale and Kim Rok Soon hooray!!
Doing the do now seemed rushed then I remembered this is my story and i can do whatever the hell i want and I want this man to fold FAST, let's just hope you don't end up preggy for real 😘
I'm not experienced with smut so hope this was good enough :3 wonder will be next tho hehe
(While the real Cale was more enthusiastic than skilled, This. This was something else entirely, and you were enjoying every second of it.
You wanted more.)
I really, really wanna see og Cale's reaction if he heard this ʘ‿ʘ
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Anyone got a fat crush on baby and jinu from KDH I WANT THOSE TWO SO BAD
- Cale, known for his indifferent and nonchalant demeanor, rarely shows his emotions openly. However, when it comes to you, his significant other, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy from time to time.
- One of the triggers for Cale's jealousy is when he sees you getting along with others, especially if they happen to be charismatic or attractive. Despite knowing that he's being unreasonable, he can't help but imagine worst-case scenarios in his mind.
- His jealousy is subtle but noticeable to those who know him well. You might catch a fleeting glance in the direction of anyone getting too close to you or sharing a laugh with you. Cale, being the protector he is, can't help but feel possessive.
- It's not that he doubts your loyalty or commitment. Instead, it's an irrational fear of losing you, the one person who has managed to break through his carefully constructed walls.
- When someone flirts with you, Cale's first instinct is to stay composed. However, if it persists, you can see a subtle tension in his jaw, a sign that he's barely containing his irritation.
- Cale's jealousy often manifests as subtle actions, like a tightened jaw or a narrowed gaze. He might pretend to be indifferent, but his observant nature means he notices even the smallest interactions you have with others.
- His jealousy is more pronounced when it comes to people he perceives as a potential threat. If someone shows too much interest in you or seems to enjoy your company a bit too much, Cale's protective instincts kick in.
- He becomes more attentive when other people express interest in you, silently observing and analyzing the situation.
- Instead of confronting the situation directly, Cale tends to distance himself momentarily. He might become quieter or retreat into his thoughts, trying to understand and manage his emotions before reacting.
- Cale, being the meticulous planner he is, often finds himself devising subtle ways to subtly mark his territory.He might pull you into a quiet corner or find subtle ways to touch you, as if to remind everyone (and himself) that you're with him.Whether it's leaving a personal item of his with you or making sure to hold your hand a bit tighter in public, these small gestures are his way of asserting his presence.
- Despite his jealousy, Cale values open communication. If he recognizes that his jealousy is irrational, he will eventually share his feelings with you, albeit in a calm and collected manner. He believes in addressing issues head-on rather than letting them fester.
- Over time, as your relationship with Cale deepens, he learns to trust you more. While his jealousy doesn't vanish completely, he becomes better at managing it, understanding that you chose him for a reason.
In summary, Cale Henituse's jealousy is a nuanced aspect of his personality. It stems from a place of deep care and affection for you, and he navigates it with a mix of subtle actions and open communication, ultimately strengthening your bond.
I can’t believe my current fic in process is a Diluc one and not for my beloved Kaeya 😔❤️
However, keeping in contact with sexy redheads, I’ve decided my next fic (after this one, which will be finalised and released very soon!!) will be for the one and only Cale Henituse <3
