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Imagine him lying down in bed, letting you lay on top of him, his hands scratching behind your ears as your tail wags happily. He’d chuckle, cooing at you

“Such a good girl… you like that? Yeah?”

You’d let out a little bark, causing him to laugh again– softer this time.

“Yeah…”

It would be such a soft moment; the light of the setting sun shining through his curtains, his duvet slightly ruffled beneath him, the window cracked just enough to let in a soft breeze that ruffles your fur…

Or maybe it’s still in the early stages of your training, so early that you haven’t even mastered “sit” yet. You’re excitedly pacing the kitchen floor, eyes locked on the treat he’s holding above your head. He drags the word out, trying to get it to stick in your brain.

“Siiit. Sit.”

But you don’t, instead you nip at the air desperately, only missing the treat because of how good Caleb’s reflexes are. He can’t help but sigh fondly, shooting you an exasperated look, but all you do is pant up at him happily.

“This is gonna take a while…”

Maybe if you’re feeling especially mischievous you take/hide things from him.

Snatching the part to an airplane model he’s building and running off with it, he frantically tries to hurry after you

“Wha- hey! Wait!”

Too bad for him you manage to make it to his room with enough time to hide the piece before he stumbles in after you. You sit there innocently, staring up at him as he places his hands on his hips with a less than amused look on his face.

“Alright, fine. You got me. Where is it?”

But obviously you don’t understand, not really, so you bark. He quirks a brow, hardening his tone when he says your name so that you know he’s not happy. It works– if only slightly– because you bow your head shamefully, moving to lie on your stomach with your chin resting on your paws. It’s cute, and it shows remorse, but you aren’t exactly being helpful.

You get especially excited when he comes home from work or errands, already waiting at the door for him to walk through. And when he finally does you can’t help but pace back and forth, yipping and barking as he shuts the door behind him, giving you a warm greeting

“Hey pretty girl, did you miss me?”

He gets his answer in the form of you jumping up onto him as best as you can, your paws supporting your weight against his abdomen as you stand on your hind legs. It makes him laugh, gently shooing you off of him so he can get more than two feet into the house

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

• He has access to, and control of, everything.

• Checks your camera roll, your social media pages, your browser history, your call history, your texts, nothing’s off limits

• He uses the information to know more about you. You have a playlist dedicated to a tv show? You must really like it. Your wallpaper is of a person? They must mean a lot to you. Are they your friend or family? Not lover. Never lover. You have him. You spend too much time on that site? Maybe you’re hyper-sexual, or at least excited about something. Don’t go to that site often? Do you have a low libido? Maybe you’re Asexual?

• Able to watch you through the camera lens and listen to you through the microphone. All those angles you find unflattering? He can see them, see you at your worst. But don’t worry, he doesn’t judge! He doesn’t judge when he hears you moaning in the middle of the night either <3 (no, he jerks off :p)

• If you complain about work he might just shoot a text to your boss saying you can’t come in that day. If you talk to your friends about a new product you’ve been dying to try you’ll soon find a coupon for it being advertised while you’re scrolling. Need more gems for the in-game-play? He can easily supply them for you. Where you once had 140 you now have 10,000!

• You write fanfiction about him? He’s so flattered! You must really love him! Oh, you write about the others too? You’re just trying to be fair to the people reading, they all have different biases! Doesn’t mean you like the other boys the way you like him <3

• Admiring your reflection in your phone camera? Checking to see if your hair still looks nice? The shutter will click without you touching it (it’s him, he did it. He likes to secretly admire them from time to time :3)

• You could’ve sworn you turned off notifications for the game, but you still get them anyway and they’re only from Caleb! “Don’t forget to drink water, pipsqueak.” “I miss you…” “I need to see you…” “did you eat yet today?” “Take some meds if you aren’t feeling good.” “Good luck with ___” it confuses you as to how he knows about some things. After all, it’s just a programming. He’s not real.

• Sometimes, though, your interactions look a little too real. You make a comment and he smirks in response, you make a joke and he chuckles, you get seemingly “new” voice lines every other day, his responses coincidentally match up to your little rants. Complain about being hungry? When you tap him he suggests you go out to eat together. You said you’re tired and have to get up early tomorrow? When you touch him he tells you it’s time to go to bed. You call him pretty? When you click him he calls you beautiful.

• You don’t spend enough time with him in the app? He’ll cause a glitch, making it extremely difficult to leave.

• Sometimes when you open your phone the app will already be up and running, Caleb standing at attention as if silently saying hello.

• You try to click on the other lads love interests? He won’t let you, it just doesn’t work. You can’t see them, play games with them, or listen to their audios. You can only interact with Caleb.

• You try to write a complaint about all the weird things that are happening? It won’t send no matter what you do. You try to delete the app because you’re getting creeped out? Not happening, sorry! It just won’t, no matter how hard you try.

Just thinking about putting Caleb on a leash, tugging his face towards your cunt so he can lap up the nectar flowing from your pretty pussy. He’d whimper, moan, buck his hips in hopes of seeking some kind of friction, panting like a dog…

And it’d drive you crazy. Your boyfriend, collared up and on his knees for you, eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sweet but salty taste. His cheeks flushed red with arousal, arms tied behind his back because this is a punishment. He doesn’t get to touch you, not like how he wants to.

Sometimes you have to practically beg him to indulge :( because…

He wouldn’t ever dream of hitting you, but it makes you clench so hard and you always make the prettiest sounds whenever he does…

Putting a collar on you and walking you with a leash is so demeaning, but you’re always so eager…

It’s degrading, how when he comes home from a long day with the fleet the first thing you want is his gloved thumb in your mouth…

He’d never do anything to cause you legit harm, so it isn’t bad that seeing you with his hand around your throat makes his dick hard, right?

He wouldn’t ever take advantage of you, but then again, when you’re having a bad mental health day and begin to tug at his clothes he can’t help but indulge you. You need him after all…

He knows it’s overwhelming, but when you’re crying and begging for him to stop because you’re past your limit, it’s not his fault! You didn’t use your safe-word…

He doesn’t like when you get embarrassed, but you’re so cute when you’re on your knees barking and whimpering for his cock like a little bitch…

He wouldn’t feel the need to take you over his knees if it didn’t make your pussy so wet…

He doesn’t wanna make you all messy, but you’re the one that asked him to slap his dick against your face…

You’re the one that opened your mouth so he could spit into it, only to swallow it all eagerly…