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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 know 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…

Caleb is lounging on the couch, using his E-reader to search up some new possible recipe combinations when the doorbell rings. Curious, he gets up to answer it.

Upon opening the door he’s greeted with a middle-aged man holding a brown box under his arm, clipboard in hand. He greets the man before signing for the package, closing the door, and bringing the box over to the coffee table. As soon as he sets it down he hears the pitter-patter of excited feet followed by the familiar sound of your voice.

“Caleb! Did my package come?!” You ask hopefully, hurrying over to where he’s standing.

“Uh, yeah.” He barely has time to get the words out before you’re dropping to your knees, pulling the box onto the floor before eagerly beginning to claw at it.

“Woah slow down! What’s the rush pipsqueak?” Quirking a brow, he kneels beside you in order to assist you in opening the package.

“My Littlest Pet Shops came in! I’ve been waiting for like a week!” You exclaim, pulling your hands back so Caleb can help. At your words, Caleb lets out a disbelieving yet fond chuckle. Of course, he should’ve guessed.

“Oh yeah? How many did ya get?”

As soon as the question leaves his mouth he finally manages to open the box, revealing at least 50 different LPS. Eyes widening, he lets out a simple “oh.”

You’re quick to snatch the box from him, squealing with delight as you begin to dig through it.

“Oh my gosh, Caleb look! Look how many there are!”

Your eyes practically light up, full of childlike excitement. It makes him smile.

“I see that, how much did this cost?”

As much as Caleb loves being supportive, he also knows that sometimes you tend to… impulse spend. You always have. He’s tried to help you but at the end of the day you’re an adult with adult money, sometimes you’re gonna buy things like… this.

“Only like a hundred bucks! Can you believe it?!”

Oh wow. Well… at least you’re happy.

“That’s…?”

“Such a good deal right?! When I went online there were so many people selling, like, five of them for thirty bucks! Some are even up to a hundred each! But I got a pack of sixty-five from an ex-collector! I got so lucky!” You ramble.

“That’s great honey, but what made you want to get this?” He asked, picking up one of the toys. Caleb inspects it, taking note of the logo on the bottom of it as well as all the little details painted on it.

“I don’t know, I just really regret giving mine away, and so when I saw them I knew I had to get them.” You explain, reminiscing on your childhood spent playing with the tiny plastic figures. Before Caleb can respond you continue, perking up and shooting him a hopeful expression.

“Do you wanna play with me?”

“…”

“…?”

A sigh.

“…sure, sweetie. I’ll play with you.”

Not wasting a second, you pick out your favorite lps from the group along with a rugged, mean-looking bulldog. Caleb grabs a Rough Collie with orangish-brown fur. Upon seeing his choice you smile. “Oh my gosh, that’s literally you!” You tease, taking it from his hand and holding it up beside his face as if comparing the two. Caleb only rolls his eyes, swatting your hand away before taking his lps back. “A striking resemblance, I’m sure…” he playfully remarks.

A moment later you’re lying on your stomach, the hardwood floor beneath you making it easy to stand your toy up.

“Okay! What should we play? Oh, I know! How about we’re kidnapped by this scary-looking dog and we have to escape?” You’re quick to suggest, picking up the bulldog and giving it a little shake. Laughing, Caleb scoots his lps closer to yours and crosses his legs beneath him.

“Alrighty then.”

Within seconds a serious look takes over his face. It’s clear he’s completely focused and in character.

“Where… where are we?” He asks in a high-pitched voice, twisting his dog’s head a bit in order to resemble confusion. Immediately you burst out into laughter, caught off guard by how goofy it is to see him do such a thing. Caleb pouts, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment as he scolds you.

“Hey–! You’re the one who suggested it!”

Wiping away a stray tear, you let out the last of your giggles before shaking your head.

“I know! I know I’m sorry… whew, okay. I’m ready.” Clearing your throat, Caleb takes that as his cue to start again.

“Where are we?”

“I… I don’t know, but it’s so dark and I can’t move! Ughn-!” You groan, lying your lps on its side before making it squirm. In your imagination you’re picturing it with its hands and feet duct taped together, both it and Caleb’s trapped in some dingy basement.

Caleb is quick to pick up where you left off, the roleplay flowing easily Between you two.

“I can’t move either! The last thing I remember is us playing outside when that car drove by…” he then lets out a small gasp. “Oh my gosh, I think we got… kidnapped!”

You have to bite your lip in order to hold back a giggle at the cringy-ness of the situation, needing to stay in character.

“Oh no! Caleb, w-what do we do?!

It’s almost as if this is how it would play out in real life, especially given the look of devotion and determination on Caleb’s face as he responds, making his lps crawl closer to yours in order for them to nuzzle against one another.