#Caleb hcs

[xyzvoid]

thinking about gamer!caleb

gamer caleb whose skilled fingers glide smoothly over the keyboard, controlling his character with pinpoint precision, and has proven those skills on you in more ways than one, leaving you breathless.

gamer caleb who struggles to stay silent while gaming with friends on his PC, your lips wrapped around him under the desk, sucking him off with slow, deliberate precision.

gamer caleb who lets out a soft whimper, quickly covering it with a cough for damage control. His friends ask, “you okay, bro?” He forces a grin, “yeah, I’m… great!” but chokes when you take him deeper, tongue swirling over the slit of his cockhead. “You’re playing like shit, dude!” his friends laugh, while chat asks if he’s under the weather.

gamer caleb whose viewers simp over his hands. “Nice hands, you say?” He holds them up to the camera, smirking mischievously, recalling how they gripped your throat while pounding you into his bed last night.

gamer caleb who’s careful to keep your relationship private, but one day, after he spends 6-7 hours gaming, you crash his stream, craving his attention.

gamer caleb whose live chat explodes at your appearance, flooding with questions that nearly crash the stream. He’s not mad, just surprised, and smirks, “hello chat, meet my pipsqueak girlfriend.”

gamer caleb whose chat fills with thirsty messages from girls. You roll your eyes, kissing his cheek while smirking at the camera, your silent message clear: you’ll never be me.

gamer caleb who plays with you on his lap, all dressed up pretty, his fingers running through your hair. He controls the mouse with one hand while the other massages your waist and hips.

gamer caleb whose hand slips between your thighs, groping the soft flesh possessively. “You guys want me to touch her? Sorry, wrong stream! Visit other websites!” he chuckles, shaking his head, though he’s fighting the urge to snap his hips up, your gummy walls sucking his dick in so deliciously.

gamer caleb who can’t tell his viewers you’re cockwarming him during the stream, so he shifts slightly in his seat, the bulbous head of his cock grinding against your cervix. “Yeah? I love my girlfriend :3,” he says, voice strained but playful.

gamer caleb who loves the thrill of almost getting caught, your quiet moans muffled against his shoulder as he grinds into you during a “bathroom break,” his viewers none the wiser.

[cherripoof]

FILO!🇵🇭Caleb headcanons

→ LOLL COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. Saw a tiktok post and somebody said to make a fanfic so here I am making one bcs I also need some Filo!Caleb yk snjxbsjdhs ewan ko pre nadedelulu ako HAHDGAHSHHAHA ANYWAYS HOPE U GUYS ENJOY!! [can't believe this is my tumblr debut www]

Caleb Lawrence G. Santos

• WHAHSHAHAH THIS IS HIS FULL NAME IN MY HEAD I THOUGHT REALLY HARD ABOUT IT.

• You two have been together for who knows how long, you're practically used to each other's presence. You also have been going to the same school for years now, how lucky!

• He likes messing with you all the time. It's one of his favorite hobbies lol. The type to tap you on your shoulder and pretending he didn't when you turn to look at him.

• whenever he get you something cold to drink he'd hold it against her cheek, laughing at your reaction.

"Ah! Tangina naman, Caleb!!"

"You're so dramatic~"

• Calls you "OA" and all that. He receives a slap on his shoulder from you as he starts laughing and pain.

• sometimes you ignore him because of the shit he pulls or on purpose just to get under his skin. He tries to make it up to you by buying more snacks, pleading for you to look at him.

"Huy.." He'd pout, poking on your arm.

• You turn away, still not paying him any attention, much to his dismay. But when he really wants you to look at him he'd start poking at your sides resorting to tickling. You soon yield, finally looking at him, so he starts teasing you again.

"You're so mean! Ignoring me on purpose."

"Fuck you!! Nakakairita ka!"

• you say in between laughs from his tickling.

• Between the two of you, you're more prone to cursing than he is, not even bothering to go easy on him when you guys banter. You call him all sorts of names from "Tanga" to "Gago" and etc. While his names for you usually range from "Pipsqueak" and "Pandak" or whatever pisses you off.

"Gago ka ba?"

"Sorry na."

• He's not sorry at all lol

The rest of this is pretty just more hcs and word vomit hehehehehe

• The type to keep hair bands on his wrist in case you need to tie your hair.

• When you were kids, sinusundo ka lagi sa bahay nyo pag trip nya maglaro sa labas.

• "Best in science" ahh awardee lol, helps you in your homework, LOVES to help you with your homework actually cause he gets to spend time with you. Especially when you're the type to not immediately get things right when learning about new stuff. He acts like an asshole telling you this is the "7th time" he's explained you what the lesson is, oh but how he loves the way you furrow your eyebrows in frustration when you still don't get it. Kasi tang ina ang cute mo!!

• HONESTLY I JUST SAW THIS IN THAT TIKTOK'S COMMENT SECTION TOO BUT I CAN SEE YOU TEASING HIM CALLING HIM "Kuya Caloy" LMFAOOO

• In highschool, he teases you sometimes, asking why you don't call him "Kuya" anymore when you were so adamant about calling him that your whole childhood. You try to make him drop it but he just keeps going on and on about it. He's such an ass!!

• Whenever you do want him to quit being such an annoying prick you'd threaten to tell his grandmother about how he's mistreating you. It's an overstatement but he knows Gran would believe you 100% so he sighs in defeat allowing you to win. You totally use that tactic in 70% of your arguments.

• Doesn't like playing basketball competitively, but the moment you urge him to try, he'd sign up immediately.

• Definitely worth seeing you with a banner, cheering him on as you went full on fangirl everytime he scores. Fuck it just makes him want to fangirl at you.

• Asks you for a prize since pinanalo nya school nyo and you ask him to lean down and close his eyes. He does so, his heart beating fast. Were you gonna kiss him? Gagi, weh?? Kukunin na ba sya ni lord?? He could explode!!

• You press a cold drink against his cheek making him flinch as his eyes shot wide at you.

"Inom well~" You tease, grinning at him.

• He swore he saw heaven when you pulled that shit on him.

THATS ALL SO FARRR AAAAAAA. Maybe I'll make a part 2 when inspiration strikes me again!!

[faemurmur]

-> soft yandere caleb hcs:

1. “you’re mine. you said so.” you get busy—miss a call, forget a text—and when you finally answer, his voice is calm, too calm. “i waited. for hours.” you apologize, sweetly, teasingly even, but he doesn’t laugh. “you promised you’d always be there, remember? don’t break your promises. i… don’t handle that well.” and later, when he holds you close, you feel the way his hands tremble slightly against your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

2. his name in your phone has a lock emoji. -> he changed it himself. he also disabled the option to delete his contact. “just in case someone thinks they can slide into your messages,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “they’ll know who you belong to.”

3. he tracks you. -> not in a creepy way (okay maybe a little), but he has your location always. and when he sees you’re somewhere unexpected, he texts immediately: “what are you doing there?” ……you ask how he knew. “because you’re mine pipsqueak, and i need to know you’re safe. that’s not too much to ask, is it?” and the look in his eyes? he’d burn the whole galaxy just to get you back home.

4. he doesn’t like you being friends with your ex-> at all. he doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t tell you not to. he just shuts down emotionally, turns icy and unreadable. it’s bound with his actions though… he would probably still do everything acts of service wise. but he wants you to understand something is wrong, wants you to probe… and when you confront him, he finally murmurs, “i don’t want to be second choice to anyone. i want to be your only. and if that’s too much—” you cut him off with a kiss. you have to. because his voice was starting to sound a little unhinged and a little too honest.

5. he locks the door when you argue.-> not to trap you essentially (which he thinks he isn’t doing…) just to make sure you don’t leave. “we’re not going to sleep angry pips,” he says, softly. “you don’t walk away from me. not when we love each other this much baby.” and when you calm down, he pulls you into his lap, arms like iron around you, and whispers again and again, “mine. mine. mine.”

6. he doesn’t like you dressing up for anyone but him.-> you put on a new outfit, stunning, radiant—and his jaw clenches. why are you so breath-taking my gorgeous he thinks… no wonder he wants a world with just the two of you. “who’s that for?” / “me,” you say, innocent. but he steps closer, cups your jaw gently, possessively. “next time, wear it only when we’re alone. i don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine. or~ you’d hate how i become and say something like i killed your old caleb.”

7. his anger is unpredictable.->when someone flirts with you in front of him, he doesn’t start a fight. but sometimes the look in his eyes speaks more than words ever could. maybe he will break their bones when you leave, maybe he will let it slide. who knows what caleb’s mood dictates him to do. sometimes, he just smiles. and later, when you’re home, he pins you softly to the bed, hands on either side of your head.“do you want them?” he asks, voice flat. “because i can make sure they never speak to you again.” and you— you tell him it’s just him. it’s always been him. like a prayer, like a chanting to balm his rage. and he finally kisses you like a starved man, whispering “good girl.”

8. he deletes numbers from your phone.->you’ll never notice. he’s too smooth. but people you used to talk to? stop replying. and when you ask caleb, he just shrugs with a soft smirk, “maybe they realized they could never compete with me.” and then changes the subject with a kiss and that dangerous look in his eyes again…. this isn’t out of sheer possessiveness though its just out of trust issues.

9. he doesn’t like letting you sleep mad at him.-> you try to turn away in bed, still upset. away from him… back on his face like an iron wall. but he slides his arms around you from behind, strong and unyielding.“no. you don’t get to walk away from me in your sleep, either.” and you can feel how serious he is. “we fix this now, angel. i’ll do anything. but you don’t leave.”

10. he has nightmares about losing you.-> he never tells you the full details either. just that he wakes up shaking, pale, and pulls you into his lap, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. “i saw you leaving me,” he whispers into your neck. “don’t ever do that. i wouldn’t survive it.”

[oceanicfishies]

Caleb would 100% lean into your hand like a puppy when you would play with his hair and he would 100% close his eyes as a small smile crossed his face and he would 100% reach for your hand to do the thumb thing

[sayangrafayel]

As a kid, you were EXTREMELY afraid of heights but Caleb is not afraid at all, he build a treehouse in the backyard and goes there to play sometimes. A friend told you that loving someone means doing something that person loves as well, even if it's scary. So one day you climbed up to Caleb's tree house all geared up with a helmet and pillows taped to you to surprise Caleb.

"Pipqueak! What are you doing here? And what the heck are you wearing...?" (Answer: Pillows, safety gears, helmet, thick sweaters.)

Atp you're holding so tight to the railing and did not want to look down at all, just focusing all your attention on Caleb and NOT falling down "You talk about the tree house all the time and always wanted me here, so here I am! Fully prepared! Super safe and not afraid at all!"

Safe to say Caleb cried that day. Don't worry. He will never let you fall and hurt yourself.

[A/N: bits and pieces inspired by Liv and Maddie where Josh went to Maddie's treehouse despite being so afraid of heights SOBS SOBS]

[militaryapple]

fratboy caleb hcs!

warning ; nsfw, dubcon, drugging & stalking!

— had this sitting in my drafts since i first STARTED this account, time to get my dead dove drabbles/hc’s out there hehe! yall don’t jump me depending on how this goes i’ll make a blog dedicated to darker fics

fratboy caleb who noticed you at one of his parties. you were pretty, so he just had to keep an eye out on you. he even took the burden of getting to know you off his shoulder by asking around about you, of course he wouldn’t make the first move tonight silly!

fratboy caleb who watches you from your classes. he was a frat, of course he was allowed access to anywhere he wanted to be? he knew a girl in every class, luckily they all sat near you. yet he had to put up with obnoxious comments of why he wasn’t paying attention to them, or why he hasn’t seen them since the party. of course it was because he was focused on you!

fratboy caleb who figures out you have a boyfriend. he’s not in any of the pledges, and he’s definitely not a brother. he watches your boyfriend carefully, snapping a photo of your boyfriend and some random girl together. what were they doing? caleb doesn’t know! he was just walking through the park when he just so happened to see them both cuddled up, you two were arguing? how convenient is this? you should dump him.

fratboy caleb who uses your breakup as a leverage for you to depend on him. you’re happy? without him? you’re heartbroken, you don’t understand what you’re feeling. you miss your ex? does caleb have to forge find photos of your ex cheating on you? you want to go out? without caleb? how silly! you can’t go out by yourself, you need big strong caleb to protect you, you’re too stupid to be alone.

fratboy caleb who gets you to go to one of his parties, spiking one of your drinks and watch you descend into madness. watching you stumble around, looking for him because he was right, you’re too stupid to be alone :(

fratboy caleb who finds you and takes you up the stairs to his room, kissing your cheek and your neck as you giggle. “is this okay? do you like when i touch you here?” he asks, watching you nod in approval. so what you were drunk? you knew him, and you still said yes, so there’s no issue right?

fratboy caleb who realizes that he can drop his load in you whenever! just get you a little fucked up and your his! of course he wouldn’t let anyone else even near you when your intoxicated, or near you in general. plus, you never really remember parties when you’re with caleb — you brush it off as having fun while he gets to drain his balls! win win!

fratboy caleb that has you under control. he wouldn’t claim you as his girlfriend, but he wouldn’t let anyone even attempt to get close; why? because when you’re ready to tell him you love him there won’t be any complications!

[piroulinewafers]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧!𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

🍪 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 !! 🍪

pirate!caleb who always steers the ship barefoot at dawn, the world cold against his feet, eyes scanning the horizon with that quiet determination only he could muster. pirate!caleb who sharpens his weapons by candlelight, sleeves rolled up, humming some half-forgotten sea shanty underneath his breath while the light catches on the edge of his jaw. pirate!caleb who is undeniably ruthless. he’s feared across the seven seas and never hesitates to act in ways less than morally acceptable when necessary.  pirate!caleb who, despite having secured and stolen mounds of treasure in his lifetime and killed many a man, much prefers the act of travelling then fighting. pirate!caleb who smells like sea salt, smoke and aged rum— warm and heady and comforting in its own way, like coming home after being lost at sea. pirate!caleb who speaks in a low, rumbling drawl when he’s angry or turned on, enough to make any individual fall to their knees. pirate!caleb who rarely laughs outright, but when he does, it’s low and warm and real— something that makes even his trusted crew stop and glance over. rich like honey. pirate!caleb who wears his long coat slung over his shoulders, one sleeve always empty, flapping slightly in the sea breeze as he stands at the helm, calm and unshakable as ever.  pirate!caleb who wears thick rings on his fingers and priceless treasures with a price tag that no one could possibly imagine. rings that always leave marks whenever he holds something or someone just a little too tightly.  pirate!caleb who’s sickly stubborn, debilitatingly so. when he puts his foot down or sets his mind to something, it’s impossible to make him waver. if he wishes to kidnap the pretty princess from the powerful kingdom to the west, who is anyone to stop him? pirate!caleb who lets his eager cabinboy sit on his lap while he drinks his beer and smokes a cigar, blowing smoke in his cabinboy’s face just to watch them sputter and whine.  pirate!caleb who chases merfolk for fun, for the thrill of it and the reward. after all, a mermaid’s scales are worth quite the hefty sum and he’s heard long tales on them being the best tasting fish in the sea, in more ways than one. a pretty little mermaid would surely be the perfect trophy for his collection.  pirate!caleb who is most certainly a messy eater, but a grateful one. sauce on his lips, crumbs at the corner of his mouth— and a pretty cabinboy at his beck and call to clean it up for him. but he always clears a plate.  pirate!caleb who won't hesitate to make anyone who dares to defy him walk the plank, making a practical spectacle of the whole manner as a final string to the open wound. he personally enjoys chaining the cannon ball to their ankle, just so they can know that it's most definitely personal. ( this should be ME!!!!! ;; ) pirate!caleb who insists he isn’t possessive, but its obvious in the way his eyes track you, jaw tight whenever another crew member gets too comfortable. pirate!caleb who has killed for less than a wandering hand on your arm. he doesn’t warn twice— he hates repeating himself. pirate!caleb who trust you, but not the world— so he keeps you close, keeps his name in your mouth and his scent on your skin. pirate!caleb who isn’t interested in gold or treasure- he’s sailed through storms and slaughtered kings— and yet, the only thing he yearns for is out of reach.  pirate!caleb who keeps a small, battered compass in his coat that doesn’t point north— it points home.  

[velourmobius]

so i saw the perv caleb x perv reader now i raise you: caleb sneaking into reader’s room for her panties and ends up finding one of his old shirts in her bed. something along the lines of “do you touch yourself while wearing my shirt?” then one things leads to another I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD AHHHHH

oh…i’m trying so hard to focus on my sylus fics but then, you come here fueling my caleb brainrot 😫 you give me no choice but to feed y’all a little something

perv!caleb would totally wait on the couch, jerking his fat cock using your panties. the fabric chafes against his sensitive length, tracking your location on his phone and watching as you get closer.

perv!caleb would grin when you walk inside and find him like this on the couch. “so, worn briefs or shirts? which one do you prefer?” he’d pant, stroking himself languidly while looking at your flustered expression.

bashful and bratty like always, you’d refuse to answer, stomping your feet and telling him that sneaking into your room is not okay! his grin would get wider, reminding you of what you’ve done with your gege’s undies.

good thing perv!caleb knows what to do with brats like you. if you weren’t gonna tell him the truth, he would get it out of you another way.

one thing leads to another and next thing you know, you’re getting p o u n d e d on your bed, like this man is all up in there, pistoning in and out of you. ass up and face down, forced to inhale the scent of him imprinted on his shirt.

you certainly couldn’t speak but the way your slicked cunt squeezed him tight, creaming around his thick shaft whenever you inhaled deeply? he knew you were just as bad as him.

[hellinistical]

6:04

hcs for Ranch Hand! Caleb

a/n: there will be a full fic of this, or at least a one shot at some point.

Ranch Hand! Caleb who only got the job to help out his gran cause the bakery wasn't cutting it. He shows up before the sun rises, always wearing that same worn flannel and dusty boots. Your father calls him reliable, but you can’t help rolling your eyes every time he says, “Caleb’s like the son I never had.”

Ranch Hand! Caleb who's weirdly good with animals. Even the mean old mare no one else can saddle seems to let him near. He talks to them like they’re old friends. It's infuriating. You wonder if he practices that soft voice he uses on you too.

Ranch Hand! Caleb Even when there’s nothing to fix or feed, Caleb somehow ends up sticking around until dinner. Your father invites him inside. Again. And again- despite your mother's insistence on how improper it all was, and how dirty he was, too. Sometimes you catch Caleb sneaking glances at you over his chile colorado.

Ranch Hand! Caleb who's back and shoulders are littered with freckles and a slight sun burn. He takes his shirt off and you're positive he lifts the hay bales just a little higher when he knows you’re outside. He’ll wipe the sweat from his brow with an exaggerated sigh, then flash a grin like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

Ranch Hand! Caleb who's good, just not good for you- according to your father- and you don't know why, but that irritates you. Your father praises Caleb constantly—his work ethic, his loyalty, the way he can calm a spooked horse or fix a busted gate with twine and sheer determination. But the second your gaze goes to Caleb? Your father’s tone shifts: “Don’t even think about it.”

Ranch Hand! Caleb who has NEVER crossed the line. He knows his place. Always calls your father sir. Keeps his distance from you when your dad's around. But sometimes, when no one's watching, you catch him looking at you like he’s full of want for something already his. You catch snippets of conversations between him and your father. “Keep your eyes on your work, not my daughter.” “She’s not a distraction, sir.” “She damn well could be.”

Ranch Hand! Caleb who, whenever you’re both in the same barn aisle or standing at the same fence line, it’s like the air gets thick. Caleb keeps his voice low. You both look around too much. It's like being watched even when you're not. One night, you caught him hesitating at the porch, jaw clenched, fists at his sides. He looked like he wanted to say something. Do something. But your father’s voice called from the barn, and Caleb just tipped his hat and walked away. For now.

Ranch Hand! Caleb is so polite it makes you want to scream. You didn't even like the guy like that- you think. Something about him made you want to be a brat though. You could curse at him, push his buttons, throw a bucket at his head—and he’d just blink and say, “Careful now.” It's maddening. He’s either the most patient man alive or deliberately playing dumb. Either way, he never gives you what you want: his full attention.

Ranch Hand! Caleb who's jaw ticks. Just once. God, you're such a bitch. A fucking brat. You see it. That little flex in his cheek. He doesn’t say anything. Just stands there in his clean button-up, boots polished, hat clutched in his hands like a lifeline. You turn your back, go to flirt with some city-boy artist who doesn't even know what to do with you. Laughing too loud. Sipping too slow. When you finally glance back at Caleb, he’s already striding toward you.

Ranch Hand! Caleb who grabs your arm- not hard, but firm enough. "You think you're real cute, don't you?" You try to scoff, play it off, but he’s already leading you out the side door. “Caleb, what the hell are you doing?” you snap, but he doesn’t answer. Doesn’t look at you. Just mutters, “’Bout time someone taught you how to behave.”

Ranch Hand! Caleb who drags your ass out of the party when no one is watching, tossing you over his shoulder and giving your ass a harsh spank, ignoring your hits and kicks before going to the barn, kicking the door shut behind him. It slams shut, echoing loudly behind you. Dust kicks up and hay crunches under his boots. You barely have time to lift your head before you're tossed into the hay pile like a sack of flour, damn near ruining the dress your daddy just bought you.

Ranch Hand! Caleb who looms over you. "You wanna act like a brat?" He looms over you, hat discarded, shirt sleeves rolled up, usual softness no where to be seen. "You've been runnin' your mouth for weeks, sweetheart. Sashayin' 'round like you're the fuckin' queen of the castle- ah-ah, don't talk yet." Your breath catches and there's a flicker of surprise. Of course he catches it. “You think wearin’ that pretty little dress gives you permission to act out?” he murmurs, fingers brushing the edge of your hem. “Talkin’ like you do. Smirkin’ like I’m not tryin’ every damn day not to put you in your place.”

Ranch Hand! Caleb already knows. Sees you biting back a retort. You like getting a rise out of him. You wanted him to break. All the bratty comments, the teasing, the drama—

"You want my attention, sweetheart?" He's got a wicked grin. "You've got it."

[caleb-my-shayleb]

Caleb Fluffy Pregnancy Headcanons

This is just some random thoughts I had around cute domestic CalebMC, specifically in a time where MC is pregnant. I just think it's rlly cute to imagine and he is so service top big puppy it hurts. TBH I'm tempted to write a CalebMC fic surrounding pregnant MC.

This one goes out to all my fellow delusional Caleb girlies who are also obsessed w domestic fluff.

NOT NSFW

Learning MC is pregnant...

I honestly think it wouldn't be quite so planned, but Caleb would be excited and ready to face the responsibility with MC. Like I think the scenario would be that she starts complaining about feeling any sort of early pregnancy symptom, and he'd immediately be alerted and take her to an urgent care, partially knowing it might be a pregnancy symptom but also worried that she might just be dying (he's a bit overdramatic about her safety lol).

Then the doctor would probably ask when her last period and intercourse was, and Caleb and MC would just look at each other like: oh. After the tests are run and the doctor formally announces MC as pregnant, I genuinely think Caleb would shed some tears of joy. He might have some doubts about his capacity of being a father, due to him still healing from trauma but I think that he'd also commit to doing his best for MC. He'd also just have the biggest, goofiest grin on his face and probably pull MC into a hug.

Also during the first ultrasound he definitely cries upon seeing the fetus lol.

During MC's pregnancy...

He definitely amps the princess treatment up, ten-fold. I think he would insist on doing almost everything for MC. He'd manage to be MORE clingy and less willing to leave her side at all. More protective, since now he has both MC and there future child to worry about.

However, I think it would unfortunately make him put on more of his tough guy act, not wanting to seem weak to her, especially when she needs him most (in his mind). But I think he would actually experience couvade syndrome, where he also feels her pregnancy symptoms, especially morning sickness (sometimes more than her lol).

Going back to princess-treatment though, he definitely buys her anything she's craving. It could be like midnight, and MC could say she wants some of his braised chicken wings she loves so much, and he'd find a way to ensure she can eat that. Even if he has to find an open store, he will. And if he can't, he'll find a way to make it up for her.

Also he definitely gives her massages wherever she's sore.

ALSO he definitely gets super excited and buys baby stuff earlier than he probably should. MC definitely put together the nursery, but I think he also had a lot of say in what furniture and such to buy. He definitely assembles it all himself, MC would try to offer to help him put together the crib or whatever and while he may give her a light task after she's stubborn with him, he definitely insists on doing a lot of the more taxing stuff.

Pregnancy and affection towards MC...

He cannot take his hands off her, not in a sexual way but in a way where he constantly wants to cuddle. He is definitely a cuddly type. I think he'd love holding her in his arms while they sit. Like they could be watching a movie, and he'd still have MC on his lap (or well like between his legs) with her back against his chest, and his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her. He'd always be placing small kisses on her head and whispering about how pretty she looks. He'd caress her stomach a bit as well while he does this.

Speaking of stomachs, while pregnant, he definitely can't stop feeling hers (with her consent of course). I think there would be moments where they're lying down, and Caleb would deliberately caress her stomach and talk to the baby, even going down and showering the bump with small pecks of kisses.

He definitely touches MC very gently all the time. Almost like she's glass.

Miscellaneous Thoughts

Caleb and MC definitely argue over who they hope the kid looks more like. Caleb wants a mini MC, while MC wants a mini Caleb. But I think Caleb would eventually concede and say that a mix of them both would be best.

I want to imagine a funny scenario where they have to figure out what to do about the fact Caleb is legally deceased before MC gives birth because like they kind of gotta be ready to fill out that father section of the birth certificate and he's technically a dead man lol. (im not sure what the solution to this would even be tbh)

Caleb definitely has a near panic attack anytime MC feels any kind of pain, especially once she's like 8 months because he's afraid she's going into labor.

They definitely find a way to compete over baby names lol.

I don't think either of them would care about the sex of the baby, as long as it's healthy in their eyes.

The two definitely get a few airplane/flight themed toys/items for the nursery.

Caleb, while very cold and numb at work still, would have a slightly more happy aura to him but I think only people who are around him a lot would notice his small smiles while he looks at his communication device to message MC (or look at baby-related stuff).

Caleb posts cryptic messages on social media about the baby/pregnancy and it's happenings, only MC really gets it but I think Gideon would leave some funny comments about it, but he's happy for him.

Okay that's all I have in me right now. What a hell of a first post on this site. Anyways I might make this into a full fic idk. I might also make a follow up post with more hcs (including the two nsfw ones i thought) if i think of more + ppl want it. Also since this is a first post pls be mutuals w me i love caleb a normal and sane amount i prommy. but regardless who your fav is, im trying to meet more ppl in the community, hence why i started a lads blog <33

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made of love, made to love!

just some hcs about husband!colonel Caleb— gets suggestive as it progresses further!

husband colonel Caleb who carries your purse or side bag like it’s his own, too far from being bothered by something so feminine. don’t worry, he’ll haul your shopping bags too. he won’t let his wife lift a finger!

husband colonel Caleb who folds your laundry with military precision but tucks a few pairs of your worn undies—soft, sacred—under his shirts in his drawer for himself.

husband colonel Caleb husband colonel caleb who speaks cold and commanding on the phone to his fleet officers while you’re curled up on his chest, his fingers weaving through your hair as you sleep soundly.

husband colonel Caleb who cooks you a warm meal every morning after a night of making love, wearing just a pink apron with nothing underneath, muscles flexing, skin marked with love bites from last night.

husband colonel Caleb who keeps you in his skyheaven penthouse, pulling strings with the hunter association for a long vacation so he can have you all to himself on his days off.

husband colonel Caleb who comes home every night and cream pies you at least thrice, his baby formula leaking onto the sheets. he’s determined to get you pregnant.

husband colonel Caleb who has you in mating press, putting another baby in you because he won’t stop until he gets a girl, a mini you, to join your three sons.

husband colonel Caleb who takes extra days off, ignoring his duties just to dote on you, his pregnant wife, showering you with gifts and love like you deserve.

husband colonel Caleb who keeps a polaroid of you two, of your wedding, in his wallet, a secret he guards fiercer than any military strategy.

husband colonel Caleb who wears his wedding ring in a necklace with his dogtag, under his uniform, near to his heart so when he dies everyone knows who he belongs to.

[suguru-getos]

I think Caleb would hate your plushies. The loathing and disgust on his face is so visible when you let that fucking furry toy nestle between your breasts and nuzzle against your chest. He has thrown away plenty of those. Until one day you decide to get one that looks like him.

[faemurmur]

-> one of the reasons its so easy for caleb to touch and manhandle you is because he has practically raised you. how would he see a problem when you both napped together, when he piggy-back carried you, when he held you on his lap, when he took care of your fever… and when he raised you T^T my sweet summer child caleb i love you

[oceanicfishies]

No one will ever make me think Caleb was a cool frat boy, he was a loser who liked anime and was absolutely obsessed with his girl best friend to the point he sniffed her underwear like come on

[someonesbride]

Sige, guys. I'm here to ramble about Filipino HS!Caleb AU just because I can he-he.

I can't promise I'll speak English the whole time when writing this because it's my people 🇵🇭, so HAHA

I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes!! I came up w these on a whim and English isn't my first language 😭 also yes, there's a lot of Tagalog words used here. I tried translating it all but got lost in the sauce and forgot to continue translating it.

reblogs are appreciated!

: ̗̀➛ “basketbol ang sports ng boyfriend ko”

[basketball is my boyfriend's sport]

yan lang HAHAHA

I feel like he'd love playing basketball, since he'd also has an advantage of being tall.

: ̗̀➛ Oh, talking about his height, he'd probably be the tallest in his class. I don't know if he's filipino in this au, or he just lives in the Philippines, but I'll be headcannoning him as half-filipino for my sake.

(filipinos are unfortunately short, since the average height is 5'4 and anything beyond that is considered tall) (I've seen some guys shorter than me and I'm only 5'5 T0T)

: ̗̀➛ CAMPUS CRUSH, NO JOKE. With the looks? Height? Naglalaro ng basketball? You'll be hearing some girl in the hallway say something like, 'Gwapo niya oh.' [ look, he's so handsome ]

: ̗̀➛ Campus crush pero makulit sa classroom. His friends always playfully discouraged the girls who have a crush on him, as he goes his merry way.

: ̗̀➛ With MC in the picture, he's literally that one little shit who you grew up with (no choice) and who won't stop teasing you no matter what.

That one who's a part of the 'boyzzz', and the one who always annoys you with the 'ey ka muna, eyyy' whenever you ask him for something

: ̗̀➛ When he's with his guy friends, makulit at maingay talaga, pero when he's with MC/you, parang..tanga na tanga talaga, like head over heels HAHAHA

Like when he sees you— all of the sudden, he's checking his own reflection out in his phone or a nearby window,

"Okay lang ba ung buhok ko pars?"

: ̗̀➛ Part of the "BOYS AT THE BACK" whenever the teachers has had enough of their noisiness

Speaking of teachers, he's probably some teachers' favorites (or worst nightmares). Especially the PE teacher.

: ̗̀➛ Feeling ko he plays MLBB (Mobile Legends Bang Bang) and maging try-hard masadyo if you're is playing with him, watching him, or if you're nearby

He'd occasionally glance to see if you're watching or at least listening, and boasts

"Sheesh naka triple kill ako oh"

"Ulol second kill mo pa yan, six deaths ka na gani"

: ̗̀➛ Assuming they were in a private school, and they had to wear the school uniform, he'd definitely lend you his uniform jacket if you're cold (just to get in trouble for taking it off in school campus and gets disciplined) (at least in my school it's like that)

: ̗̀➛ Definitely at a point got shipped with MC/you, and I also have a feeling he wouldn't deny it

Their classmates would suddenly start saying that one rhyme like, "CALEB AND Y/N SITTING ON A TREE, K I S S I N G!" (unfortunately a victim of this)

No matter what you'd reaction will be, he'd just smile at you,

"Sinabi nila eh, pipsqueak."

"??? HINDI TAYO UUPO SA PUNO AT MAG KISS"

: ̗̀➛ Feeling ko he's a victim of getting his bag tied tightly on his chair by his friends 😭 or nalagyan Ng bato sa bag HAHAHAHA

: ̗̀➛ Would LOVE street foods omg. He'd always invite you after school to buy food, and pay for what you want

: ̗̀➛ If he didn't grew up in the Philippines, I can see him calling kwek-kwek 'orange balls'

: ̗̀➛ HUY EVERYONE WOULD BE FIGHTING TO BE CALEB'S COOKING PARTNER IN A TLE COOKERY ACTIVITY LMFAO

But he'd always pick you, or the tle teacher would pick the partners instead so it wouldn't be a hassle (he'd probably still ask to switch and partner up with you instead ngl)

Ack, I think that's all I can spew for now!! Hehe, if you reached this far, thank you for reading me yap my head off!

[bluukive]

Jerking them off - LaDS

mdni

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off from behind when he's sleepy, your chest against his back whilst your hand pumps his aching cọck. He's overstimulated, having come twice already, and his face is red from the lewd squelching noises your hand makes against him. He lets his head fall back to your shoulder, murmuring heated words of encouragement - Xavier

ᡣ𐭩 has his larger hand over yours as you jerk him off together. He rolls his hips up and fucks the makeshift hole both of your hands have made. His other hand is pressed up against your own pụssy, cupping and stroking it erratically as you both pleasure each other in unison (almost) - Caleb

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off through his pants. It's something new he likes to indulge in, a complete contrast to his usually clean appearance. Breathy groans leave his lips as he bucks his clothed hips upwards to meet your hand, ass, whatever is grinding against him at that moment. He eventually comes in his underwear with a spasm - Rafayel

ᡣ𐭩 Makes you watch him jerk himself off whilst you're restrained. Ignores all of your begging and pleading whines whilst looking down at you with a blank expression, but you know him too well. The subtle hitches of his breath and the way his throat bobs told you everything you need to know about how he's feeling - Sylus

ᡣ𐭩 Prefers to pleasure you, but on the rare occasion he lets you touch? He's tugging you onto his lap and guiding his hand to his cock so that you could stroke it. His forehead is pressed against yours as he murmurs low words of praise, occasionally pecking your cheek or lips - Zayne