#puppyyyyyy

Ghost x reader

Warnings: Firearm, break-in, and jumping out of the window with a dog (he’s fine)

You were sound asleep when the lock on your bedroom window clicked open.

Your dog, Luther, growled lowly from the corner of your bed, teeth bared and hackles raised.

You startled awake, clutching your chest and staring at the protective German Shepherd. Your gazed moved past him and toward the massive figure stepping through your window.

You jumped up, not even fully having enough time to look at the man, or potentially creature. You grabbed your firearm from your bedside table and pointed it at the man-creature, who was now walking towards you.

His voice was low and gruff when he spoke, saying, “I believe you have something that belongs to me, love.” He said, gesturing towards the dog who had stopped growling upon hearing the man’s voice.

You blinked in surprise before shaking your head. “You can’t have my dog! He’s mine, I got him two weeks ago at the shelter!”

The man grabbed the pendant on collar around Luther’s neck and scoffed. “Luther? You couldn’t have picked a better name for him?”

Luther was now sprawled out on your bed, tail wagging and tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth happily.

“Luther, come.” But Luther didn’t listen to your command, staying right beside this, clearly British, stranger who had just walked into your home uninvited.

“His name isn’t Luther, it’s Riley. He’s a trained military guard dog, and he’s mine.”

You blinked at the man, dumb founded. Your dog? A trained military dog? That was impossible! Luther was a pampered pup who got cranky if he didn’t get two cookies before bed. The dog growled at his own reflection for gods sake! There was no way he could be a highly trained piece of military equipment!

“I need proof that my dog was your dog, and that you didn’t just break into my house because you liked the look of my dog.” You said as you reached your arm out to turn on the light, your other hand still pointing your gun at the stranger. As the light filled the room, you saw the skull mask that the man wore and you took a step back.

“Riley,” The man barked, “angehen!”

Riley immediately tackled you onto the bed, sending your gun flying. He laid himself across your body, pinning you under the weight of his 110 pound body.

“Okay!” You wheezed out, lungs being slightly crushed by Luth-Riley’s weight. “I believe you! Just get him off of me!”

The man chuckled before ordering, “Riley, komm zu mir.”

Riley hopped off of your chest and onto the floor with a thud before moving towards the mysterious man before you.

“Ghost!” A man yelled from outside your window, “Are ya comin? We’ve gotta go!”

Ghost turned his head towards the window before turning back to you. “Sorry about your dog, miss.” He said, dropping a hundred on your dresser.

“Sorry for wh-?” You let out a scream as the man grabbed your German Shepherd under one arm and jumped out the window.

You ran to the window, expecting an utterly horrific scene, only to see no evidence that the man was ever there.

of course, theyve got him his standard regular collar, the black one made of leather that can connect to a leash so they can have him at their beck and call and keep him close. this is the one he typically wears at home when relaxing or having sex or just being with robby and abbot. he's got his day collar, a little silver chain that looks innocent enough but can actually only be unclasped by either of his owners due to the way it locks. it's just to keep him grounded throughout the day.

then they've got the one that makes them laugh a little, and is used for dennis when he's zooming around hyperactively. it's similar enough leather to his standard collar, but this one has no space for a leash and has a little golden bell dangling from it instead. for a small-ish bell, robby and jack can hear it throughout the ground floor of their house, where dennis is allowed to play.

when he feels himself getting restless when he's cuddling up with his owners on the sofa and feels like he needs to move, to run, to play, he needs to let them know, usually by gently headbutting one of their legs and whining a little. they'll switch him from his regular leather to the one with the bell as dennis sits on his knees proudly, knowing he's earnt the right to play by being such a good puppy.

robby and jack will flick the bell a few times teasingly, watching how the sound has conditioned dennis into having his limbs tense and twitch, ready to move. and then they let him go. they always have to hold their laughs in a little when they hear the chime of the bell around their boys neck constantly as he goes up and down the corridor, into the kitchen, out of the kitchen, back through the living room, and repeating the cycle again.

it really was like sharing a house with a real puppy, except theirs was a little bigger and didn't really have any fur to hide his nudity. dennis would eventually reappear, bell still jangling, begging to wrestle with one of the tug ropes, wanting to bite and chew and play. all the time they indulge him, the bell is ringing and ringing.

after about an hour of growling and running and chewing, dennis would tire himself out and return to them, flopping at their feet and pawing their legs. bell off please. normal collar back. tired now.

and so they hoist their boy over their laps and recollar him with his standard one, clipping his leash on for good measure. no more little bell for now. the best part of all this for the three of them is that whenever he gets tired of playing and wants a rest, the puppy is really hunting for warm arms to take back control and keep him close.

so play time with the bell collar usually leads directly to another type of play time, where their tired boy flops back, relaxes knowing he's leashed and a firm hand is holding it, and lets his owners take care of his body. he'll be their good and sleepy little cockwarmer, muscles all relaxed after his zooming.