Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🍎 When you want him all for yourself 🍎

based on this request on my tumblr blog:

may I request a fic where MC is the one who wants to lock caleb up so that no one else could get to him? (kinda like a reverse situation), BUTTTTT the twist is, Caleb is SUPER into it. like at first he'll be surprised because originally that was his plan, but then he's going to be all flustered and really wants it to happen 

"If you don't tell them to leave you the fuck alone-" you scream at Caleb as you pull him away from a group of college girls that are clinging to your childhood best friend, and it bothers you more than you want to admit. Long enough you have watched how they surrounded him, clinging to him like some helpless stupid girls, touching his muscular framed body. You don't care to yell at him, the music is too loud that anyone else would hear you anyway since you need to pull down Caleb on his collar and scream directly into his ear. "I'm gonna-...I-" the last words are fading out.

Yeah, what do you even want to do? It's not that the two of you are in a committed relationship or something. Of course, Caleb and you are very close to each other given the circumstances that you grow up together. The dynamic that ruled your relationship with him was always platonic, not a romantic one even if you always wanted it to be different. Somehow in your high school time as Caleb left to go to the aviation academy, it changed and you couldn't bear the thought that YOUR Caleb was interested in other girls which it never was to your luck. And now seeing him shamelessly flirting back with these girls... it riled you up, it angers you so much that your whole body trembles with that all-encompassing rage.

"What? Gonny lock me up? Tie me up with handcuffs and leave me in your mercy and whatnot, pip-squeak?" as he yells back, his lips stroking softly over the shell of your ear and you can hear differ the tone of his voice through the hellish sound of the club.

Also, You can't see the expression on his face and These unexpected words out of Caleb's mouth leave you completely flustered, heat explodes in your face and for a second your brain just short-circuited.

Is he only joking? Or is this Caleb's way to tease you again like he always does since you both are Children

And then he smiles at easing back, this one grin that mocks you, and his unique eyes, a delicate mix of purple and pink, are saying you don't have the guts to actually do it and something in you snaps.

"So, you don't think I will do it?" you yell at him, furious at his handsome face as you grab the hem of his jacket at his wrist and pull him with you out of the club.

Caleb grunts surprised but lets himself be obediently dragged out of that place he didn't want to go in the first place. Curiosity tints his observing gaze as he watches you pull out the keys to your motorcycle with trembling hands.

Oh, how mad you are right now! And you're so done with him flirting with those bitches and ignoring you, only to mock you at the end.

So you push him with a little force onto the backseat of your bike. "If you know what's good for you, Caleb, sit the fuck down. I swear I'm so done with you right now!" you hiss, the anger still boiling hot in your belly.

And Caleb chuckles this adorable boyish snicker that always makes you weak in your knees. But this time it fuels the blazing inferno inside you only more and your vision is filled with red and his laughing face.

Without hesitation, he places himself on the bike and pats the seat in front of him. "What are you waiting for, pip-squeak? Don't you wanna bring me home and make me your hostage?" purple-pink eyes twinkle with amusement and anticipation as Caleb makes himself all too comfortable on your bike.

"Let's see if you're this confident once we get home!" you bite at him.

Shortly after you arrive at your apartment you brutally push him through the door. Not that it would do any harm to him, but Caleb's figure was so tall and massive that he couldn't be directed by you with anything. And still, he stumbles a little and follows your order like a giant puppy.

Guided into the bedroom he lifts an eyebrow at you. "Here, pip-squeak? Well, I guess it's a comfortable place to be locked up by you." he smiles at you again.

Argh, why does he look like he enjoys this? You scream internally at his show of confidence and satisfaction. Shouldn't he be more reluctant?

But there's no time to ponder any longer as he sits on the edge of your bed, the mattress sinking in at his weight.

Oh, you're going to have enough time to wipe that infuriating satisfied smile out of his face, and with a triumphant smile, you get a dog collar and leash out of your drawer. You bought it once for the neighbor's dog that always sneaks out and you so often helped to catch it again.

Now it's going to have a completely different use as it clicked around Caleb's neck which fits seamlessly into the collar, and he doesn't show any sign of resistance. The warm orange of the nylon fabric looks good on him and you tie the end of the leash around one wooden pillar of your bed.

"This leash is long enough to let you use the bathroom but you can't leave this room." You explain to him with gritted teeth.

Ha! Who's now the one in charge now?

But Caleb still refusing to act like you expect. Instead of being angry or frightened he only makes himself comfortable in the bed, leaning his well-trained upper body against the headrest and crossing the arms behind his back.

He looks completely content as he smiles at you again, his beautiful eyes roaming about your body with a hint of mirth in his eyes. "Be a good boy and don't leave the room. Got it, pip-squeak! Something else you want me not to do?" Another of his infuriating happy smiles is sent your way.

"So you think this is fun, Caleb?" you hiss at him again. Oh, how angry he still makes you. Why is he not even fighting against you?

But you don't give in to your confusion, still holding yourself on the anger that conquered your whole being in a raging storm.

Fuming you throw yourself above him, pinning his legs under you, holding them together with your knees. Your hands are heavily placed on his chest and a little grunt is heard from him at the sudden impact.

With your index finger, you stroll along his chest, slowly and deliberately to show him how serious you are right now.

"You're smiling now, silly, but wait till I'm done with you." your finger arrives at the waistband of his pants and you hear him inhale sharply. Your gaze flicks up to him and round purple and pink eyes looking at you, filled with confusion and something you can't quite name. Anticipation? Hope? Disbelief?

Ha! Now you have him where you want him you triumph inside and as you let your finger linger in his clothes abdomen you feel his abs tens under the shirt.

You grin at him before leaning in dangerously close, your lips only a hairbreadth away. Hot air caresses your face and Caleb's eyes go even more round and unbelieving.

"You're mine, Caleb."

You don't move at your statement, only watching him, observing his response. It would've been easy for him to push you away, freeing himself, and leave this place.

And yet, the brown-haired Colonel of the Farspace Fleet doesn't move at all.

He doesn't even seem to breathe.

Only a tiny gap remains between the both of you and time seems to stand still.

Until he inhales in slowly.

And leaving a whispered and desperate "Pip-squeak..."