#callon

It was like the word activated something in his brain, a wide smile on his face as he rolled onto his back. “Yay…” he trailed off, content. “I wish though…” he pressed his face back up against the bars. “I wish I could cuddle with you. You’re all soft.”

“Just wait until after naptime, then we can do whatever.”

Silence lingered, and you attempted to sleep once more, curling up under your blankets. You felt yourself start to doze off, until-

“Psssssssst.”

You whipped your head around. “What?”

“What do you like to do when you’re not reading?”

“…I don’t know, sleep?”

“Oh. Okay.” He kept staring at you, as if expecting you to say something else. “Like, now?”

“No, I’m laying here with my eyes closed for fun.”

“…really?”

“No, I’m trying to sleep. You should probably do the same.”

“But I’m not tired.”

“Well…” you rolled over, your back facing him as your tail danced from side to side. “Find someone else to bother then for a bit. I’m sleeping.”

Somehow, he managed to leave you alone. When you woke up, he was still in his cage, scanning the room diligently.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled as you sat up.

“I’m protecting you,” he smiled, attendants slowly coming around to unlock the cages.

Once you both were free, he moved back over to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. “Can we cuddle together now?” He asked, tail wagging. “Please”

You sighed; it was only fair to give him some attention after all… that. “Sure. But I don’t wanna get in trouble for staying in here, let’s find our spot.”

The window was once again, unclaimed. Honestly? You were worried someone sooner or later would find out about the charm of its location, and steal it from you. However, it seemed most of the other hybrids had gathered by a different window, one towards the front of the room.

Your ears twitched as you tried to listen in on what they were discussing.

“It’s not even raining anymore.”

“We don’t have to go in the mud.”

“It’s not cold, either.”

“Yeah, but there’s always someone who goes in the mud anyways, and ruins it for everyone else. That’s why they make everyone stay inside when it rains.”

The schedule answered your next question; now was supposed to be outdoor playtime, but it appeared the weather didn’t permit it, everyone relegated to more indoor playtime. Frankly, you were overjoyed at this revelation.

“Aww…” the puppy sighed, wistfully staring out the window as you got comfortable. “I wanna go roll around in the mud…” he lamented.

“I’ll tell you right now, you do that and cuddling is off the table.” You couldn’t fathom how someone could find such an activity to be pleasant.

“Okay…” he groaned, flopping down into your chest, his voice muffled by your breasts. “Do you ever play outside?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

It was as if you had dropped a bomb on him. “What? Why?!”

“I’m an indoor cat, bud,” you responded nonchalantly, not even looking up from your reading. You had given up on trying to read to him, going back to the book you had started with.

“Why?”

“Because I’m allergic to the sun.”

He peered over your book, “really?”

“No, that was a joke.”

“Oh…well, what do you do by yourself then?”

You shrugged. “Read. TV. Play a game, plenty of things.” And scratch the couch, and the carpet, and the rug…you thought, keeping those hobbies to yourself.

“Huh…” he looked up at the ceiling, moving lower to sit between your legs. “I wanna go home.”

You set your book down, letting out a sigh as you started to play with his hair; the last thing you wanted was for him to start crying again. “Why?”

“I’m bored. And I miss my owners…but I need to get better at missing them. That’s why they put me here.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You have two owners?”

He nodded, “mmhmm. I have a daddy owner and a mommy owner. Sometimes, I get to sleep in their bed, and they hug me and kiss me,” he smiled, leaning into your touch. “And then they play with me, like how we played earlier.” He let out a dreamy sigh, clearly fantasizing the idea.

You resumed reading your book. “Lucky you.” Admittedly, you were a bit jealous. Your master played with you, that was for sure, but…he was kind of a dick.

“Yeah, they’re both so pretty, it’s so much nicer there than the shelter…” he trailed off. “But I’m bad at missing them. I got in trouble, and that’s why I’m here.”

“What’d you do?”

“Uh…” he sat up, sitting on your lap. “Do you know how the phone works?”

You shrugged, “sorta.” You had never used one, but you got the idea.

“Well, they both have jobs, and they told me to call them if I needed to, but…I called them too much…I just got nervous…their house is really big, and when I’m there by myself, it’s kinda scary!”

You cracked a small smile, visualizing him sitting next to the phone, calling one of his owners at the slightest sound.

“So that’s why I’m here. I’m uh…what was the word…” he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember it. “Code…co…”

“Codependent?”

“Yeah! That one. What about you? Whats your owner like?”

“Hmm…” you thought about how to describe your relationship with your owner. Well, no reason to sugarcoat anything.

“He’s an asshole,” you shrugged.

He looked as if you had just confessed to a murder, eyes wide in disbelief. “…what? Why?”

“He’s just kind of a dick.”

“Why? Does he hit you?”

“Oh, no, no, God, no.” You said with a nervous laugh.

“Cause they’re not supposed to do that, you know!”

“No, no, he just…” you trailed off. “He…well, let’s just say he has a weird way of showing affection. He can say mean things, but he’s usually just joking. But he lets me sleep in his bed, and he pets me for hours while we watch movies, and…”

Maybe you did miss your owner.

The puppy nodded his head as he listened. “Do you love him?”

“Eh…that’s a bit of a loaded question,” you said as you pet his hair.

“Why? I love everyone,” he sang, nuzzling against you. “Everyone is my friend, they just don’t know it yet!”

Spoken like a true puppy.

Even if his question was innocent, you found yourself pondering it for longer than you’d like to admit.

Soon enough, the day came to a close. Everyone gathered their things, waiting for their owners to arrive. The puppy’s tail wagged back and forth as he stared at the doorway, laser-focused.

You weren’t as obvious as he was, but…you were ready to go home. The day could’ve gone worse, sure, but nothing could top being in your own bed with a fuzzy blanket.

You watched as the puppy ran over to his owner; a bearded man with dark hair and clearly defined bags under his eyes, wearing hospital scrubs under a sweatshirt.

He looked exhausted.

Yet even so, his expression softened as his puppy excitedly ran towards him. The puppy was a few inches taller than his owner, but knelt down in front of him without question. His owner pet his head, eyes filled with prideful admiration towards his pup.

You couldn’t stare for long, interrupted by your owner calling your name.

“Over here, silly.”

You looked towards your left, and there he was.

You walked over to him, passing by the puppy and his owner along the way. His owner held his face, looking him over. “What happened to your nose, buddy?”

Oh shit. Oh no.

You walked just a little faster over to your owner.

He gave you a slight smile, patting you on the head; unlike your friend, your master seemed to tower over you. “Hey, you survived. Make any enemies?”

“We need to go. We need to go now.” You weren’t in the mood for jokes.

“Alright, alright, calm down. The thing said I had to like, sign you out or whatever, I don’t know where the hell I’m supposed to do that,” said your owner, looking around the room.

You watched from afar as the puppy explained something to his owner, whose happy expression had faded, an annoyed one taking its place. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but eventually the puppy looked in your direction.

Then he pointed directly at you.

You tugged on your owner’s sleeve once more. “We need to go. Right now. Come on, we need to go!”

Your owner looked back at you, annoyed. “I already told you, I-”he paused, letting out a disappointed sigh; the look on your face made it easy to put the pieces together. “…what did you do?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you panicked. “It’s just, there might’ve been a misunderstanding…” you trailed off, trying to follow the puppy and his owner with your eyes as you peered over the crowd.

The puppy’s owner grabbed him by the hand, having what looked to be a heated conversation with two daycare attendants as he gestured towards the puppy’s face. The room began to thin out as your owner finally found the sign-out sheet, and you found yourself able to hear more and more of their conversation.

“Why didn’t anyone say something, or call me?” His owner protested. “How do you not know what happened?”

The puppy tried to get his attention by tugging on his sleeve, resting his head on his shoulder. “No no no, I do know what happened! It was just a … a for fun scratch!”

His owner looked exasperated, letting out a sigh as he faced the puppy. “No buddy, it’s right on your face. This is what I meant when I said you need to stand up for yourself.”

You walked ahead of your owner, hoping he’d get the hint. Yet as soon as you made it to the doorway, you quickly learned your owner was not on your side. He grabbed you by the collar, a disapproving look on his face as the puppy and his owner looked in your direction.

“Alright kitty, let’s get this over with.”

—————-

Embarrassment was an understatement.

You sat on the floor next to Callon. He seemed to be in much brighter spirits, wrapping his arms around you and relaxing on your shoulder. He might’ve even been asleep.

“Look man, I’m sorry.” Said your owner. “She uh…she can be a mean motherfucker sometimes,” he laughed. “If he pissed her off, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

I can’t tell if he’s defending me or not.

The puppy’s owner clearly wasn’t having it, his brow furrowed. “Then train her to not scratch people, maybe? You ever consider that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should teach your dog a thing or two about personal space? I mean, Jesus Christ,” he gestured over to both of you. “He’s practically humping her right now!”

He kinda was. You didn’t mind.

The comment was enough to make his owner hesitate. “Alright, maybe they just…don’t get along. Maybe we just keep them separated.”

The puppy’s ears perked up. “What? No! She’s my friend.”

“She scratched you-”

“I told you, it was an accident! But she was nice to me. No one else wanted to play with me, but she played with me!”

“Oh, how sweet,” said your owner. “Then that’s that, accidents happen, I’ll trim her claws-”

The puppy kept going. “She let me lay on her, and she read me a book, and we napped together, and then I had this dream that she was gonna be my mate.”

His owner looked petrified.

The puppy continued. “Then during nap-time, I got really hard, and I tried to hump my stuffie instead-”

Your face flushed red at the idea of him recounting the ordeal to your owner.

Someone. Anything. Please kill me so I don’t die of embarrassment. “Shut-up,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

Your owner looked as if he was about to burst out laughing, a hand covering his mouth. “No buddy, you keep going. What happened during nap-time?”

You shot him a dirty look; one that made it clear you’d take your frustrations out on the couch.

“I couldn’t help myself…” the puppy trailed off, a sheepish look on his face for only a second before he lost his sense of shame. “So I started to touch myself, but then I realized,” he started to slide down his pants, his cock hard against the fabric as he recounted the memory, “that it would actually fit through the cage, so I-”

“Okay buddy, let’s…” his owner quickly grabbed him by his waist, pulling his shorts back up. “Let’s not…let’s not do that. We don’t show strangers our puppy parts.”

“But then I fit it through the cage, and then we played, and it was really fun! And we got to cuddle afterwards, and she really soft…”

His owner let out another disappointed sigh, this one longer than the others as he held his face in his hands. “Well…”

Your owner shrugged, “I feel like the scratch is the least of our worries.”

“Yeah, just…alright, you know what, we’ll just…let bygones be bygones.” The puppy’s owner seemed to be smart enough to know keeping you separated would only make it worse; he had mated you once, it was inevitable he’d want to do it again. “Just…” he looked back to your owner. “Could you trim her claws, please?”

Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

“Yep. Well uh…sorry about that.” Despite his words, it was clear your owner still found the situation humorous. “I guess we’ll uh…see you tomorrow?”

—————-

The drive home was awkward. Well, for you at least.

“I mean, why’d he look kinda hung?” Your owner laughed as he drove you back home. “Like damn, I didn’t even know puppyboys could be that big.”

You stared out the window. You were already over this conversation.

“Oh come on,” he playfully nudged your shoulder. “Don’t be like that.”

You soon arrived back at home, never before so happy to see your owner’s apartment; it still felt strange to call the space your own, at times. You curled up onto one of the chairs, tired and ready for the day to be over.

“You know,” your owner approached, petting your head. “I do gotta ask.”

“What?”

“You like it? Did it feel good?” His voice was lower, no longer joking around. “I knew you were a whore, but getting a cute little puppyboy to fuck you? On the first day? That’s something else.”

God damn it. The tone of his voice, the way he scratched behind your ears, his hand moving lower across your back. You knew what he was playing at, and your body responded accordingly.

“I’m not sure I trust a puppyboy like that to fuck you properly.” His hand moved towards your legs, fingers running across your skin. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me, just to make sure he didn’t hurt you?”

You leaned back in the chair before hesitantly obeying his command. He slipped your panties off, your pussy getting wet from his words alone.

“Oh, kitty, what’s got you so worked up?” He asked, fake concern in his tone. “Thinking about earlier today? Your little rendezvous?”

“No…” truthfully, there were multiple ideas on your mind; although that was one of them.

“Maybe you’re thinking about what’s going to happen to that puppy. What his owner’s going to do to him,” said your owner as he sat down in front of you. “I think you’re like me,” he said as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

You bit your lip, sensitive to the touch. “…what do you mean?”

He dragged his tongue from the bottom to the top of your cunt, licking your clit. “I think you like being in control. Being in charge.” He continued, pressing his tongue inside.

You couldn’t help but grab his hair as he ate you out. The feeling of his tongue, the picture of the puppy getting punished; maybe he’d be spanked. Maybe he’d be fucked in the ass. Maybe he’d be tied up. There was no shortage of ideas rushing through your mind.

“I’d love to watch you take control of someone. Make him your bitch,” said your owner. He pushed a finger inside with ease, moving it back and forth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded your head, breaths growing quicker as you failed to reply.

He let out a quiet laugh. “I figured you would. But I still own you, remember?” He slipped another finger inside, your eager cunt ready for more. “No matter who fucks you, cums in you, anything. This pussy belongs to me. Got it?”

You nodded once more. “Yes sir, I-”

He moved his fingers faster, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room. “Say it. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“‘My-my pussy belongs to you, sir!” You felt him curl his fingers, pushing against your g-spot. He hadn’t even taken his cock out, and you were already about to cum.

“That’s right, good girl,” he cooed, dragging out each word. He continued to finger you, using his other hand to rub your clit. You felt yourself getting tighter, your hand squeezing his fingers as you got closer and closer to cumming.

Your head jolted back as you climaxed, your body shaking as he pulled his fingers out of you. You breathed heavily, looking up at him with weary eyes.

You were ready, that much was clear. Ready to be fucked, ready to be bred, your pussy still wanting more. It didn’t matter if you had one load inside you already, you wanted your owner, no, your master’s cock.

You spread your legs a little wider, wet cunt on display to tease him. You watched him eagerly, waiting to watch him pull out his cock.

Instead, he walked away. “I think you’ve gotten your fill for the day,” he smirked.

…asshole.

——————

The next day, the sun had come out. The grass was dry and the sky was clear: maybe you’d play outside today.

You walked inside, skimming the room for your friend, unable to find him. You set up in the same corner as yesterday; when he showed up, he found you quickly.

Unlike yesterday however, his movements today were slow, almost methodical, as if he was thinking out every step. He sat down beside you, holding his legs close to his chest and resting his head on his knees.

He looks so…sad.

He was quiet, looking down as his fluffy tail slowly swayed from side to side, dragging across the floor.

You weren’t sure what to say.

“…hey,” you mumbled, only trying to get his attention.

He looked up at you without lifting his head. His eyes were wide and wet, as if he’d been crying. “Hi…”

“You okay?”

He nodded. “It’s fine…I just…I got in trouble for yesterday. And I think I got you in trouble too.”

I mean, not really. Unless ruined orgasms count as getting in trouble.

“What happened?” You asked.

He looked from side to side, confirming no one was looking at the two of you, both mostly obscured by a cabinet in front of you. He pulled down his shorts, revealing a sky-blue colored chastity cage, keeping his soft cock in place.

It looked almost like one of your toys, shiny plastic reflecting against fluorescent lights. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you immediately touched it. It was a little cold, his balls heavy underneath.

He let out a quiet whimper before biting his lip. “I…I’m not supposed to touch it. They said I shouldn’t be playing with people I don’t know.” He looked up at you, unbothered by your poking and prodding. “But I told them I do know you. You’re my friend.”

On one hand, the puppy seemed incredibly easy to manipulate. On the other…you did feel kinda bad. “Well-”

“They took away my rabbit toy too.”

“Why?” You asked, still absentmindedly running your thumb over his balls.

“Because I kept humping it,” he sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. “But…it feels nice when you touch…” he trailed off. “Soft…”

You continued to lightly tap your fingers along his balls. It was kinda fun, honestly. Like swatting around one of your toys at home. You gave them a gentle squeeze, and he instantly covered his mouth, stifling a moan.

“Wait…can you…can you do that again? Please?”

Maybe your reading could wait.

Part 3

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Sorry all my writing is taking 72009999 bajillion years, I’m kinda burnt out creatively with all the stuff I’ve had to do for work, so we just. Yep. We doin puppyplay now. That’s all I got. Brain no work for bigger stories rn…

Callon/Alex

I've always really liked the idea that Callon/Alex's relationship is incredibly messy, because realistically it would be! I've talked about before how I'm really inspired by Breaking Bad for that side of the world, and as stupid as it sounds I think Alex would have an arc similar to Skylar White, in the sense that he goes through various stages of understanding what's going on with Callon. Originally, my plan for their next chapters was Alex learns from Ezra that Callon's on academic probation, he helps him get his grades up, they leave for winter break, league team drama ensues.

Right before Spring break, we'd learn Cedric's whatever-the-fuck he did pulled through, and Alex gets the call his sister's getting out of jail; conveniently on the second day of Spring break (I really want to go more into Ronan's other family members too, so tbh part of me is wondering if my old blog getting deleted is a sign to just go ahead and start rewriting now that I have a concrete plan). He invites Callon to come with him, and he takes Callon to his yeeyee ass town in the middle of nowhere, which actually leads to some really sweet moments, and Callon meets his sister. Later on, this makes him feel even worse about his life, and he eventually lashes out against his dad, which ends very poorly.

Alex starts to look into who the hell bailed his sister out and got her such a good lawyer, and he slowly starts to put the pieces together, eventually tying one of the pseudonyms used on some paper work to the manager of a business owned by...Callon's father. He knows Callon has money, but he starts to think back to every weird thing he's heard from Callon, and somehow figures it out.

Back to the yandere thing;

Up until this point, Alex has been far more over-protective of Callon than vice-versa. He saw Callon as someone with a shitty homelife despite his wealth, who despite his persona was sweet and just a bit silly. He knows Callon's made poor choices, but he doesn't hold it against him. Despite everything, he sees him as kind of innocent if that makes sense? He wants to protect him.

So when he learns that his boyfriend, the guy who is labeled princess in his phone and has Sanrio plushies under his bed, who he picks up and throws around with ease, who spends his seemingly endless allowance on magic cards and league skins, is a criminal…he’s a bit in shock. Murder, armed robbery, and drug trafficking are just a few charges listed for the ‘Unknown Suspect’ said to be associated with the infamous crime family. The sketches all look off, but deep down he knows; that’s him.

So he does what most would do. He breaks things off. He’s furious; his sister’s release was bought and paid for with drug money, his boyfriend’s not only a liar but a murderer, and all Callon can say to defend himself is he didn’t want to do it. Alex doesn’t really get it; he can’t comprehend how someone could force Callon to do those things. Callon begs him not to turn him, or anyone else in his family in, and Alex reluctantly agrees; on the condition Callon only speaks to him when he needs to.

Then summer break happens, and Callon crashes out HARD. Alex is sad, but Callon is back to having sex with strangers and doing copious amounts of drugs. He overdoses over the summer, and once he recovers kinda goes all in on doing jobs for his family. This is what he is after all.

The next year starts and poor Tali has no idea why these two guys on the team are at each other’s throats. Tali, being the sweetheart he is, has a very “let’s all be friends :)” approach, not knowing ANY of the context. Ezra suspects they dated and broke up, but he doesn’t tell Tali that.

Still, they can’t stay apart from each other. They’re both still pissed with the other, but it takes approximately two weeks for Callon to be bent over in the bathroom stall while Alex fucks the ever loving hell out of him. They are both unhealthily obsessed with the other.

I also really like the idea Taleisin walks in and is like “are you guys okay?” And is promptly met with Alex shouting at him to fuck off. Poor Taleisin doesn’t know what’s going on and is just like “well at least they’re talking it out :) I think :)”

Eventually my plan was for Alex to slowly get more and more involved with mafia stuff. After all, that amount of money would tempt anyone, and putting up with Callon’s past is somehow easier than staying away from him. I’ve had plans on if I rewrite both of those stories, I want to change the order of when key events happen, like Callon’s dad dying. This ended up being me infodumping abt their story but. I’m just. Man. I was cooking on the drafts on that other account. TLDR both of them have yandere tendencies for each other, because they’re both batshit insane. Alex just hides it better.

Ronan

Ronan def has a lot of yandere potential. His heart is in the right place, really. No one can hurt you if you stay here. Why would you even need to leave? Everything you need is here. There’s no reason to leave.

I feel like him being a yandere would ultimately be kind of a bad end for him, if that makes sense. The big thing with him and his brother is both of them had very similar circumstances, but both handled them very differently. I don’t think he’d want to scare the kids, as he’s seen how Callon turned out (not great!), but I can see him doing it to reader. After all, his last wife left him; he can’t let you get away too. You need him. Without him, who knows what could happen out there?

Rennyn

I’ve considered making him more of a yandere now that reader is pregananate, and I think you hit the nail on the head. His men had their fun, but you’re his and no one else’s. They can follow every other order just fine, this shouldn’t be a problem. If they don’t, they might meet a fate worse than death.

Varin

I think you got Cyron and his name confused but that’s valid because it took me way longer than I care to admit to remember his name

He also I think could EASILY become a yandere. He’s a fun character, but I always struggled with continuing his story tbh; I had ideas (I saw the other ask with ideas and I tried writing some of them, but none of them really worked out), but he ended up being kind of a one-and-done OC if that makes sense. HOWEVER, he would murder for you and not feel bad about it. I don’t think he’d never want to kidnap you, as part of his motivation for subjecting himself to the fighting pits was to find his mother who’s also in captivity. However, I do think if you were to leave, you’d realize he’s never far behind you. He doesn’t trust you to defend yourself, and if he’s not looking out for you, then no one is. He’s doing you a favor, really. You see him in the corner of your eye, you always seem to run into him wherever you go. He’s always there, watching out for you.

Cyron

Here’s the thing. Cyron is absolutely a bastard, but he’s also kind of pathetic? Yes, he has reasons for why he is the way he is, but I like the idea that if he were to be a yandere, he’d be really bad at it. Like he’s trying really hard to stalk you, but he just moves too awkwardly and you notice every time. He’s too proud to admit he’s obsessed with you, so when you confront him on it he’s just like “what? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked.” He tries so hard to be possessive, but reader can easily just…push him off of her. Literally and metaphorically. He’s a chihuahua of a man, all bark and no bite. Although, if someone were to hurt you, he would absolutely order their entire family to be murdered and not feel bad about it. He doesn’t care if he starts a war in the process.

Taleisin

The idea of yandere Tali makes me giggle tbh

He doesn’t have a violent bone in his body. Which is hilarious, because I actually have a scene from one of my other series I’ve written (that hasn’t been posted yet) with his father beating the shit out of someone at a ball for being mean to his wife (his second wife died, Tali’s mother is his third, more on that later). He just didn’t inherit that, being much more passive and cool-headed. He’s definitely clingy (you’re also so soft…if you didn’t want him to be so clingy, then maybe you shouldn’t have been so cute!), and it’s rare he gets jealous. If he does, he’s pretty honest about it and his insecurities.

HOWEVER

I like the idea that if someone’s mean to you, he gets kinda scary. He absolutely has no problem telling anyone that’s a dick to you that no one loves them, they will die alone, and be remembered by no one. He’s normally kinda nervous in social situations, but he has no problem standing up for you. Honestly? It’s kinda hot when he gets angry on your behalf. Like his voice shifts a little lower, he has this serious look on his face, and you’re just kinda like. Whoa.

Warnings to cover the whole fic: Fake relationships, half-blood children, mild violence, fight scenes, male/male relationships, Dwarf gender concepts, battle of five armies fix-it, pre-battle of five armies, near death incidents, talking to dead people, mentions of paradise/heaven.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10