#Tales from the Cyrpt

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Tales From The Crypt - "Strung Along" - (1992)

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Tales from the Cyrpt (3)

Growing up with Bob as a father was...difficult, to say the least. Having served in Vietnam, Bob was exposed to Agent Orange, not to mention the wide variety of traumas that accompany military action. As far as I know, Bob was in the air force; he does not often speak about his time in the military (at least, not to me; I have overheard a number of conversations between Bob and Soren, my ex-boyfriend still best-friend wherein Bob detailed some of his memories and time serving in the war). From what little I have been able to gather, Bob continues to struggle with memories of dropping bombs on civilians and targets and basically anyone and everyone the military told him to drop bombs on. Knowing this now as an adult, it is easy to see the effects that these traumas have had on him, not to mention the child abuse he suffered at the hands of his mother.

My grandma, his mother, was not a kind woman, even to my brother and I as children, and my memories of her are few and far between, intermixed with confusing instances of her watching us while my parents were gone. I still have strange memories of us being left in her care one evening while my parents went out gambling in Las Vegas, only to have her lock us in the bathroom, paranoid and raving about someone coming to get us. She was a thoroughly unpleasant woman who left a thoroughly unpleasant mark on Bob. I can only guess as to what she put Bob through based on how she treated my brother when he was sent there over the summers. I’m unsure why he was the only one sent; perhaps it was because, over time, she grew to care deeply for him in the twisted way she cared for people, Bob included, while my fear of her (and her intense dislike of me) only expanded over time to the point where the last time I saw her was when I was younger than 10 and, now, she is dead. My brother returned from his trips with a wild combination of stories. On at least some levels he seemed to enjoy being there, despite their lack of anything I would consider fun to do, and at least once he was returned home to us covered in bug bites with the explanation being that he “fell” into an anthill. Nevertheless, I was never upset not to be invited along on these yearly escapades. The grandparents that I was close to, and the grandmother I remain close to, are on my mother’s side.

Bob’s approach to child-rearing lay with the “spare the rod” mentality and I learned very quickly to avoid anything that upset him, no matter the apparent triviality of the action. Mostly I accomplished this by staying in my room, leaving the safety of its’ confined only when Bob was not around or if my mother was there. I tip-toed through the house, holding my breath when I thought he might be around, and generally did whatever I could to stay hidden. I feel that my need to shelter in place only grew when we moved to Texas or, at least, I do not have as strong of a memory of being as terrified to leave my room as I was after we moved. The move to Texas came shortly after my mom’s affair, although both of my parents point only to the rapidly increasing levels of debt that they were gathering that soon the business Bob owned could not compete with the monthly payments on the home in California.

Our time in California was, and is, a little difficult to pin down. I remember living in several houses in quick succession and, knowing that Bob is a perfectionist who will sit on the phone and speak to customer service regarding the TV he just purchased until he somehow manages to get a free set out of the conversation, this does not surprise me. Eventually we settled in a beautiful home where my brother and I had rooms that, if you were to hang a curtain, could have been two rooms. We shared a bathroom, which was...horrendous, as my brother’s level of cleanliness never compared to my own and although I’m uncertain if I have OCD, I know that things MUST be done in a certain way and he somehow managed to do them all in the exact wrong way, whether it was cleaning or decorating or even brushing his teeth. His side of the bathroom was like a science experiment, his sink filled with bowls and (at one point) urine that he sprayed with body spray in an attempt to hide the smell. When made the decision to move and had to spotlessly clean the home, I remember the horror that was the bathroom and the fury that was Bob as he screamed at us for losing the toilet paper roll dispenser and told us what terrible children we were for being so messy.

We lived in that home for several years; I’m fairly certain I went through 5th grade in that home but absolutely certain that we lived there during the years of junior high and half of freshman year of high school (which was when we moved to Texas). My time in California remains special to me, despite the trouble and pain of being there. Hopefully I will be able to talk more about some of the friends I made there, and some of the trouble I went through with school. But for now, I want to end this with one final, painful memory I started this post wanting to talk about.

As I have mentioned, Bob’s idea of child rearing often referred back to the “spare the rod” mentality. It did not take long for me to learn that being spanked was not something I liked, especially when we were told to find a switch or when Bob threatened to get the belt. I remember being swatted with a bare hand once or twice, and switched at least twice and that was enough for me to have a healthy, solid fear of Bob and his idea of punishment. I have always been physically sensitive; it does not take much to make me cry or incapacitate me (especially now with the Mystery Spot), and so these short instances remained burned in my memory, rearing up to remind me of the consequences should I choose to disobey. Aaron and I were often threatened with soap in the mouth if we talked back or used foul language and though I never experienced this myself, I remember at least twice walking past the room where my brother and parents were as they held him down, screaming and crying, to force different types of soap into his mouth. Secondhand pain worked well enough for me, and continues to do so now even as an adult.

I’m unsure of what trespass Aaron was guilty of one sunny day in our beautiful California home in the suburbs, although there is no possible thing Aaron could have done to have warranted his punishment that day (as well as others later on), but I think it was probably the first time, and definitely the last time, that I had tried to stop it. I was led out of the house, my mother holding my hand in an effort to guide me outside both as a comfort and as a statement: Not only was there nothing I could do to stop this, but she would not stop it either. Bob took off his belt, the favorite of his punishment tools, and I started to cry and scream, begging for him to stop, to leave Aaron alone, to not hurt him. I’m sure he must have told him to get me out of there because the next thing I knew I was sitting on the front porch step with my mother as she wrapped her arm around me, rocking us both, while my brother screamed and the sounds of a belt making contact with flesh echoed out through closed doors and over the sound of my own wailing. I’m unsure how long the event lasted, although it couldn’t have been more than five or ten minutes at most, but it felt like eons, my mother and I huddled together on the porch, her softly crying and me sobbing and having what I would guess now was a panic attack while Bob beat my brother.

I had never before felt so helpless. I’d never tried to stop Bob before, and sadly, I never did again. I regret that. I regret not doing more. I regret not somehow freeing myself from my mother and bursting through the door and rescuing him. And while it may not be entirely correct, I feel like there was a part of Aaron that may have blamed me too. Although he was my half-brother, both of us sharing a mother, I feel like when we moved from California it broke what bonds we may have tried to create. We were violent towards each other, Aaron and I, but when the violence comes from the person meant to protect you it is unsurprising that it is perpetuated amongst those who receive it. I will deal more with this, the fear I also held for Aaron, later.

For now, it is enough to reflect on my regret. I understand, because I have been told by people who are far wiser than me, that it was not my duty to protect my brother. It was not my responsibility to keep him somewhere safe, and it was not my duty to be a parent to my mother. It was not my fault that Bob hit his child enough that Sam, my biological father, warned my mother to keep Bob’s hands off of me, serving in whatever capacity he was able to as a distanced protector. And it was not my fault that Aaron begged my mother for Sam to be his father, too.

#TW: child abuse #TW: physical punishment #TW: violence #TW: trauma #I haven't cried this hard in a while #I hope that this will help down the path of healing #Tales from the Cyrpt

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it’s that time of year when i write a big dumb post about @oohgreywarden because it’s her birthday and i love her so much. she is my best friend, my notwife, easily one of my favorite people on planet earth and that is including beyonce, and my ride or die. 

ashley is funny as hell, salty as fuck, creative, a little violent, the best cosplay buddy i could ask for, and the person i would brave LA’s rush hour traffic for every single day of my life if it meant we got to hang out. 

it’s not just the cold medicine talking when i say i love you and i wanna be home so we can get cracking on shit for comikaze <3

#I LOVE MY FRAAAAAAANDS #tales from the cyrpt

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Puzzle Piece

Part 8

Summary: Ford finds out some interesting things out about his relationship with reader. His ex-companion werewolf, proves to know more and more. But will he in the end heed the advice he is given.

Warning: Smut implied at the end...boob touching/teasing but nothing further.

Ford felt invigorated, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. Being with a human, well if he was honest with himself, loving a human was fantastic.

In the past, he had been a love sick puppy just hoping for a scrape here or there. He grew up fast after that. It didn’t take him long to realize he hated obligations. They irked him. He had always been number one. No one else truly mattered. That was probably why deep down when things ended, and not always with the best outcome, he had not particularly cared.

The idea of protecting you, loving you excited him. There was so much he wanted to do for you. The only problem was, you still tended to faint. That bothered him. The bartender still could not figure out why. The only thing that made sense was that you were a human and he was a ghoul. Despite hating his maker for reasons that were too many, he wished he could talk to him about this. There had to be something he could do.

Sliding into his leather jacket and pulling on his boots, he was eager to meet you in the park. He pushed his worries aside.

He was walking along when he felt her. Rolling his eyes, he turned before she could say something.

“What do you want?”

She stopped. “How did you know it was me?”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I could feel you.”

“Um, ok. Well we need to talk.”

He put a hand on his hip and looked down at the short werewolf. “We need to talk. Right.” He repeated dryly.

“Look Ford, I’m serious. It's about your human.” She made a face.

He rose an eyebrow, he knew she was jealous.

“Look, you still could kill her.”

“I haven’t yet.”

“One more time and well you could.”

“What do you mean one time?”

“Humans don’t just faint.”

He smirked.

She tugged on his leather jacket. “Will you listen to me, she is not fainting because of your prowess.”

He grimaced. “You really know how to be a downer, Tammy.”

“Look, I’m very jealous of your human. I had always wished that you’d want to be with me like you want her. But since you’re not, the least I can do is prevent you from killing her.”

It was a lot to listen to. “Tammy?”

“Yes, Ford?”

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah. Look, you’re cute for a werewolf. Why not find someone who wants to go marking territory or howl at the moon with you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because as horrible of a ghoul as you think you are, you have a good heart. None of our kind have one, good or otherwise.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess.” He pressed his lips together. “Is she really that close to death? I mean, why haven’t my passions just changed her?” There had been one or two times, it has happened, he thought annoyed.

She shrugged. “Maybe there is something special about her. I mean with every breath she surrenders, she gives to you.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

She closed the distance, her cold hand laid over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. “Your heart is getting stronger and stronger.”

He brushed her hand aside. “That can’t possibly be that. The butcher, he’s been supplying me with some amazing meats.”

“You’ve been eating less and less, haven’t you?”

“Yeah but like I said, I have been feeling very well. Just by being around her, this energy just flows from her. I feel unstoppable.”

The werewolf shook her head. “That’s her life. She, her soul or something is just giving you her life force.”

“Then what am I supposed to do.”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this.”

“Well, I don’t want to kill her. I also can't just abandon her, that stupid vampire is still lurking in the shadows.”

She nodded, looking past him and then back at him. “Maybe if you do, he’ll leave.” She shrugged. “He loves drama but if you give her up, maybe he will just walk away.”

“Keep on looking, maybe I will just fucking make her.”

“Ford, a new ghoul hasn’t been made in decades.”

He shrugged. “Not my problem. I didn’t have a choice.”

“At least let me make her a werewolf or something.”

“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe I could save all of us. I could just kill her.” A sharp pain sliced through him.

“Ford.” She screeched. “You can’t do that, you love her.”

“My love already is. Shakespeare and many a poets before and after him wrote of it.”

“I’ll think of something.”

“Fine. Well, I have to go. I’m already late.”

*****

The idea actually disgusted him. He was just so angry. How could being with you kill you? Sure sometimes you grew as pale as him. The fainting persisted and lasted longer. Honestly he fucking loved you and well, that really couldn’t possibly be it. It had to be something else. Stupid fucking werewolf.

Entering the park, he could instantly smell you. It put a smile back on his face. He’d prove them wrong. You were his, no one was going to take you away, least of all him.

He laid a hand on either side of you as you sat on the bench. “Hi baby.” He practically purred.

You jumped but then giggled. “Ford, you beast.” You tilted your head back and smiled at him. He got close to you, he could feel as your breath was warm on his face. “Did you miss me, baby?”

“I did.”

He captured your lips, you easily deepened it sitting there. A fiendish idea prickled his mind as he kissed you back. He let his hand drift down the front of your dress, till his hand was over your racing heart. Feeling it thud or how you inhaled sharply before breaking the kiss, excited him.

“Ford. What if someone sees us?” Your hands flew to the front of yourself, trying to deflect his touch. It wasn’t working.

“They will see a man who loves to touch his girl.”

You wiggled where you sat. “But.. But...” It was obvious, you were not succeeding.

“But what, baby?” Easily he moved his hand, his fingers smoothed under the lacy fabric of your bra and he cupped one of your breasts. “Now I am actually groping you.”

A soft sound came from you.

He let his thumb graze your growing nipple, it pulled another sound from you. “Shall we go baby or am I making you feel good?”

“You are.” You panted, as you licked your lips. “Please take me home.”

He easily slipped his hand out only to caress your throat. “I will happily take you home.”

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Sorry…not sorry! Love that Ghoul!

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Puzzle Piece

Part 5a

Summary: Ford comes to some realizations.

Warning: memories of past intimacy...implied smut.

As you turned back around to face the mirror, you smiled as you rested against him. “You’re so pale.”

He nodded, “I am. I’ve always been pale.” His arm tighten around you. “I am rather fond of seeing flushed you are at the moment.”

You met his eyes, they looked so stormy. There was so many questions you had but you just didn’t know where to start. You noticed one particular scar that fascinated you. You did something that you felt compelled to do. Going on your tip toes, you gave a soft sensuous kiss. “Where did you come across such a scar?” You looked at him from under your lashes.

He drew your face up, his thumb caressing your chin. “Fencing.” He kissed you then.

You sighed into the kiss.

*****

He had always thought he had a good sex drive but apparently there could be a chance he had met his match with you. The way your lips felt on him, kissing that old scar. He got it during a fencing duel during the days of Napoleon. One day, he would tell you.

He could feel the questions bubbling within you. After everything that happened today, he needed a break. For the first time since this lifestyle was thrust upon him, he actually worried about your reaction. Any other person, would just break their little neck and gave a good meal or let them run off. But you caused a kernel of worry.

For a moment, he eased the feelings of a deep sleep to overcome you. He hated doing this to you, but he figured he had better get his place in order. He realized he had better tidy that shower and bring well some human food into his place.

He carried you to his bed. You were as lovely as a flower. Right now, you were just like a wilted flower.

Once you were there, he pulled his clothes back on he worked fast. Your energy that you bestowed on him was outstanding. The tub was free of twigs, leaves and well any blood remains that lingered.

After pulling on his boots, he went over to you. He sat beside you for a moment, he took your hand. He hoped you’d have some good dreams. None that would cause you any pain. He’d be back soon and hold you close. He was eager to have you wake up in his arms. He laid your hand over your heart, he loved feeling its delicate beat.

*****

He barely walked into his favorite grocery store that was nearby when the butcher immediately greeted him. “Will I feeding another soon?” His eyes were alit with excitement.

It made his stomach turn. “Not sure. We’ll see.”

“Well, I have some choice pieces for you.”

“Wonderful, I’ll come by your counter shortly. There are some other things I am picking up while I’m here.”

“Fantastic. But allow me to find you.” Excitedly he rubbed his hands together.

He nodded, “Sure that would be great.”

Once his fellow ghoul walked away he relaxed. He was a young ghoul, he always wanted to please him. He had not realized taking you as his everyone would know. It kind of rankled him that his privacy was slipping.

Grabbing a cart he soon grabbed somethings he could hope would make his place easier for you to be in. He was just finishing up when the butcher came back.

“Here you go Ford, if you need anything for your girl let me know.”

He thanked him and finally paid for everything and headed back. His last stop was his the garage, where he stored his personal forma of transportation. He dusted them off and filled them with gas. He wanted to be ready for anything. That damn vampire was still on the loose.

******

Once back at his apartment, he put everything away. He lingered by his fridge, taking out one of the boxes the butcher gave him, his eyes lit up as he saw the juicy red meat. He sunk his teeth in and closed his eyes, it was particularly good.

With the energy that coursed through him from his meal and from you as he came to lay beside you again he was feeling very good.

As he gently eased off on the sleeping spell, he looked over how delicately you laid there. He smiled as he saw that in your sleep, a delicate modestly had come out as your hand covered your beautiful center. Images filled his minds eye on how you rode his fingers it was almost too much.

As his eyes came drifted over to his mark. He smirked, you were certainly his now. The idea made his stomach tighten. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “Baby?” He asked softly, as eagerness over you continued to tighten his stomach.

Your eye lids fluttered, “Did I faint?” Your voice was thick with sleep.

“No baby, not this time.” He feeling a little mischievous, he grazed his fingers over that back of your hand that still held yourself. “You fell asleep.”

“Ford.” A soft sound came from you.

“Mmm? I’m right here baby.” He gently caressed the small valleys between your fingers. As he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You make it so hard for me to think straight.”

He chuckled softly, he smoothed his fingers over yours and with your hand under his he squeezed, you were both cupping you. “Ever since I discovered you like this, I haven’t been able to think either.”

You gently raised yourself against his fingers. “I’ve never held myself like this.”

He smirked down at you, “Apparently, I bring this out of you.” He chuckled.

“Maybe.” He felt as you slipped your hand away then it came to cover his.

“Ford, will you make me feel good again?”

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Puzzle Piece

Part Three

Summary: Ford & reader and some interesting developments.

Warning: none

As you kissed something deep within you trembled, it was like nothing you had ever felt before. You grew eager, you grew hungry for more. The kiss easily deepened.

The longer you kiss the more breathless you became. Your legs felt shaky, making clutch onto him harder. Growing light headed, you gave yourself up to electrifying delight it gave you.

******

“Y/N....” You heard a strained whisper above you. You eyes fluttered. “That’s it wake up.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you opened them as the need to breathe came over you. Sitting, up you were confused, you swallowed more like gulped down some air.

“There you are.” Turning, you saw Ford sitting up against one of the posts on a bed. Looking around you saw yourself in a horribly garish room, not the bar. You were in the middle of a large bed.

“What? Why?” You scooted back. “Where am I?”

A look came over him, for a brief moment that up to then, you had not really seen. His lips took a soft, gentle smile. “You fainted at the bar, so I brought you back to my place.” He looked in front him before looking back at you. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I did?”

He nodded then a slow smirk curled his lips. The softness drifted away, and the edge his face took reminded you of how intoxicating you found him. You couldn’t explain how you were so drawn to him. “Now, Y/N” His voice became a purr. “I’ve kissed many girls before and they never fainted before.”

“Oh? Is that so?” You don’t know what overcame you but you crawled over to Ford. “Kiss me again, this time I won’t faint.”

“Are you sure you want this?” He rose an eyebrow, still smirking. “What if I make you faint again?”

“I don’t care. Kiss me.”

******

Reaching for you, he pulled you close. He relished how you felt as you straddled his lap. Your eyes met and once against you were kissing.

He honestly, had no idea why you had fainted. Your heart had felt like it was racing. You surely had made his heart pick up speed, almost made him feel alive again. It was strange but he liked it very much.

His hands slipped under the silken cami you had under that large sweater you were wearing. You feel so soft and good to his fingers.

Making a soft sound, you broke the kiss. A look of triumph had lit up your eyes. You were breathless. “I told you I wouldn’t faint.”

He gently moved his hand up, so it laid over your heart. His senses, could feel as it thudded hard there. “Yeah but with way I’m making your heart is beat. It could happen again.”

You placed your hand over his. “You are so cold. Why?”

You were so gentle. It shook him. He was a hard man, a hard ghoul. He took what he wanted when he wanted. He liked easy girls who didn’t have to remember their name. If they turned into a ghoul after he was around them he didn’t care but somehow you were different.

He shrugged. “You’re warming me up.”

Your disbelief was clear on your face but he still held back on telling you the truth. “If you say so.”

“I do.”

You shifted delightfully on him. So this is your place huh?”

He nodded. “It’s home at the moment.”

Twisting, you pointed to the painting over the bed. “Did you paint that?”

He nodded. “I did. The balance between life and death.” He simply told you.

Slipping his hand from under yours, he brought it to your hip and rocked you against him. “You going to kiss me again?”

You drew closer, your sweet scent stirred his hunger.

“Do you want me to?”

He’d love to sink his teeth into the elegant curve of your throat. He understood why vampires liked throats so much looking at yours.

He closed the rest of the distance, “I’d like that very much.” Even with his lips merely brushing against yours and he wanted more.

You kissed him, your body felt nice against his. Though a seed of hunger and need began to take root in the bit of his stomach. As much as he didn’t want to, using his tricks as a Ghoul, he slowed your heart and easing a drowsiness into you.

Faster and easier then ever before you were a wilted in his arms. Was it because you gave him such strength. This is intrigued him. Moving, he laid you out on his bed.

Hanging over your sleep form, he dragged his nose up your throat to your hairline. You were truly lovely.

His mouth began water, he wanted to drag his tongue against you which grabbed him hard. Images of him ravaging you, you asking, begging for more filled his mind’s eye.

Wanting to throw back his head and scream claiming you as his, was something he seriously debated at that moment. He wanted no one to paw or touch you ever again.

Breathing hard, clenching his teeth he moved away from where you laid like flower.

Going to his liquor cabinet he took out a bottle of his favorite whiskey, opening it he gulped some down.

In his jacket, his phone buzzed, rolling his eyes he took it out. He put the bottle down with a clang.

“What do you want?”

“Ford, you are gonna kill her.” Tammy’s voice screeched into the phone.

“What? I’m not planning on it.” He chuckled. You were his and he didn’t want to give you up to the darkness.

“Listen you monster! You are gonna kill her.”

“Explain, or I won’t take you seriously. You’ve always been a jealous wolf.”

“Alright listen why do you think she fainted?”

“I’m pretty good.” He smirked. “Remember, I’m quite the lady killer.”

He could hear her chuckle. “Damn you for making me laugh. That’s true but she’s mortal. She can’t handle it.”

“She feels strong to me.”

“Well, she is stronger then most of those skin bags walking around but you already made her faint.”

He made a sound. “She’ll be fine.”

“When she dies in your arms, don’t fucking come to me crying.”

He swallowed, turning he glanced at you.

“And Ford for the record, you may have not done it but we can all feel how possessive you are of her. Watch out, there is a vampire out in the upper east side, who sees this as a fucking challenge. He may try to woo her away for sport.”

“Fuck him. I’ve killed a vampire before I will again if I have to.”

“Hush you, stop riding this wave exhilaration. He will tear you in half.”

“Your confidence in me is amazing tonight. I gotta go.”

“Rememeber, what I...” He cut off the call. He slammed his phone down.

Shedding his jacket, he took another gulp of his whiskey. Tammy was never wrong, damn her but why is this upsetting him. Walking into the kitchen opening his refrigerator, he eyed his takeout boxes of food. The butcher had been very kind to him. As much as he enjoyed a good hunt, right now he couldn’t very well sneak away with you in his bed.

Taking out and opening a box with a sigh, he began eating its contents.

“You are such a bachelor, eating straight from takeout boxes.” You said, softly behind him. He was taken aback that he had not noticed that you had stirred.

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Puzzle Piece

Part 7

Summary: Ford & Reader have an important talk.

You awoke with a start. You were gasping for breath, your heart racing, you sat up. Closing your eyes, you tried to calm your breathing. You swallowed desperately but it did little to help.

“What’s the matter baby?” Ford mumbled mostly into one of your pillows.

You glanced down at him as he moved onto his side beside you. He ran his fingers through his sleep ruffled strands.

“I had a horrible nightmare.”

“Oh baby.” He pushed himself up. “Come here.” He took you into his arms. You melted into his cool embrace. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll always keep you safe, you know that right?”

You nodded, being wrapped in his arms you were able to push away the nightmare.

He drew your face up. “Do you want to tell me what the nightmare was about?”

You sighed. “You’ll think I’m silly.”

Ghosts were one thing, in your studies of history they were all over the place. But ghouls, not so much. And if they did pop up in any of your studies, ghouls were gross. They were horrible beasts of their former human sides.

He gave you a look. “Try me?”

You sighed. “I dreamt that you were a ghoul.” You giggled. “I am so silly.” You muttered, but then you felt as his fingers tightened their grip on you. Startled you looked at Ford.

He leaned in close, his blue eyes grew dark. “Well baby, actually I am.”

You pulled back as fear began to fill you. He held onto you tighter. “I’ve just been biding my time to finally eat you.” A dark snarl came from him.

*****

Panting, you woke with a start. Your heart was racing, the fear that had blossomed in your dream was slowly fading. Finally relaxing, your heart beat returned to normal. “Ford? Ford?” You said softly and he didn’t respond.

Gently you moved and slid from Ford’s arm which had draped over you. Turning to face him, your heart began to speed up again for different reasons.

“Ford?” You gently nudged him and he fell onto his back. His lips slightly parted. You leaned over him. “Ford, wake up.” He didn’t respond, you shook him. You put an ear to chest, you didn’t hear anything.

You bit back a moan of agony. Without thinking, you reached and just pulled on some clothes. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you hunched over. Why did you have to go through this a second time, anguish filled your mind.

You drew your knees up and wrapped your arms around them. It hurt too much for tears. “What are you going to do?” You whispered to yourself, you glanced back at his body. Your heart felt like it was being ripped out.

You sobbed as the pain spread from your heart. You should have just walked away when you bumped into each other in the park. Love was not meant for you.

*****

He could feel how your sleep had finally deepened. He watched you the entire time. You were such a delicate little flower. His delicate flower. So this is what happened when, you grew to love a human. You got to see these small precious moments. It made him smile. He brushed some hair from your face, it pulled a soft sound from you. It made him smile.

The darkness began to pull on him. He so rarely had to surrender to it that he forgot sometimes it would come knocking. He placed a hand over your beating heart. “Sleep my sweet.” He eased you slightly into a deeper sleep.

You shouldn’t wake while he was in his darkness. It was one of the few things that was truly a burden. He wrapped an arm around you and finally closed his eyes. The darkness welcomed him, it was warm and velvety. There was no dreams, no sounds just blackness.

Feeling refreshed, he swam to the surface leaving the darkness behind. It was a small price to pay being a ghoul. Vampires had to do it every day. He smirked. It was one attribute that gave ghouls an advantage over vampires.

He could feel his strength restored. It would be easier to be around you. He wouldn’t have to feed as much. As the heaviness of the blackness left him, he became aware that he was no longer holding you. You did like to move quite a bit. Sometimes, the few times you had fallen asleep with him, you were quite the tease in your sleep, he mused.

Blinking, he found himself looking up at your ceiling and he heard a soft sobbing. Confusion filled him, he rubbed his face and glanced in the direction of the sound. He saw you had somehow wrapped yourself into a ball.

Getting up, he went over to you. “Baby, what’s the matter?” He wrapped an arm around you.

You turned to look at him and you screamed and scrambled away. You just barely fell out of your bed. Confusion filled him. “Baby?”

“How, what...” You just shook your head as you looked at him.

He swung his legs over the bed and came over to you as you backed up. “What’s the matter?”

“You were… you were...” You managed to say.

It dawned on him then, you had awoken while in the depths of the darkness. No way to delicately tell you now. He closed the distance and easily wrapped his arms around you. You tried pushing, first he smiled at your strength, his little flower had some strength.

The idea of tumbling around with you before he’d make you his, made knots of delight fill him. How he’d hold you down or how he’d let you hold him down, now all of that could be incredibly exciting. Oh he would have to run that by you. Well, if they could get past this right now, he mused.

“Baby, listen.”

“You’re dead. I must be hallucinating.” You pushed at him.

“Baby.” He said softly, it came out as a purr. “Listen.” He moved smooth and easily grabbed your wrists. He met your eyes. Damn, the fire he saw in your eyes really made him happy you were his. You were a good match.

“What?” You wiggled.

“I am, but listen.”

“What?” You really pulled back then.

“How else you do think I could have had the ghost of Jerome go into me?”

You began to calm and not pull so hard on his grasp. “I don’t know.”

He pressed his lips together, he met your eyes. He would say it, he let your hands go. “Look, I’m dead. I’ve been dead for lifetimes.”

You brought your hands to your throat. “Are you a vampire?”

He threw his head back and laughed hard. “No no, not a vampire.”

“Then what are you?”

He came over to you and much to his delight, he was relieved that you let him wrap his arms around you. “I’m a ghoul, baby.” He felt you stiffen. You went pale.

“What?”

“I am actually a member of the undead, I’m a ghoul.”

“But, but..” You were not screaming. He watched as color slowly came back to your face. “I just..” You looked down.

“What?”

“I just dreamed that you told me this.”

He chuckled. “Really?”

You nodded. “I need to know something.” You crossed your arms in front of yourself.

He grabbed your upper arms. “What baby?”

“Are you going to eat me?”

He chuckled and smirked, meeting your eyes. “Maybe.” He licked his bottom lip.

“Ford!”

He composed himself. “But to be fair, I don’t want to.” He drew close to you. “You create a hunger in me baby, but I’d never hurt you.” He admitted.

You looked between the two of you.

“Look at me.”

You did.

“Baby, to be honest, I didn’t want you to find out this way.” He looked you over. He couldn’t read your expression, it was beginning to dawn on him that he honestly cared and was wondering what you were feeling.

“Ford...”

“Yes?”

“I probably should care.” He felt you shake. “But I am just glad you’re here.” You threw your arms around him. “I thought you were, well… dead, well like...” You shook as your voice trailed off.

He wrapped his arms around you. “No, not like that.” He pressed his lips together, you looked up at him. He smirked. “Baby, I’ve been around for a while and I don’t plan on fucking going anywhere.”

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Puzzle Piece

Part 7a

Summary: Alot of things come to light.

Note: reader has esteem issues, oral sex male receiving, dom!kink, & sex.

Getting a drink, you poured yourself some sake. You knew this particular one should be warmed but right now, you could not handle that formality. You needed to simply drink it. Within the last week your entire world had turned upside down.

For certain you were grateful that Ford had not died. You were also grateful that you no longer had to worry about why a chill clung to him or his heart that barely beat. Though your whole idea of reality, living and being dead were no longer anything you were certain of.

Swallowing the smooth liquid you tried to grasp onto something. You couldn’t. While pouring yourself a third, a fuzzy warmth made you feel less unsure about things. You grabbed the bottle and made your way back to your bedroom. You found Ford sitting with his back against the headboard.

“There you are.” He remarked.

You smiled and went over to him. “I needed a drink.”

His mouth twitched upward. “A few actually from the smell of it. Did you bring some for me?”

You nodded. “For us.” You put the bottle down on your nightstand. You eyed his lap, before meeting his eyes. “May I?”

He nodded. “Yes, you know I enjoy you in my lap.”

You couldn’t place a finger on it, possibly because of the sake, but that was oddly the most erotic and comforting thing you had ever heard. Right now, both were exactly what you needed to feel alive, grounded.

Climbing up you straddled his lap, leaned over and grabbed the bottle. His fingers grazed yours as he took it from you. “I need to catch up.” He sniffed it. “Oh.” He made a soft sound. “This is a good one.” You watched as he took a hearty gulp.

“So why me?”

He took the bottle from his lips, and rubbed them with the back of his hand. He put the bottle down. “When I saw you on that park bench I had to come over and say hi. You were so lovely.” He idly ran his hands on your thighs before he rested them beside you. “The night before I had fallen asleep in one of the bushes in that park, it was your delicate scent that roused me from the darkness.”

“Because you wanted to eat me?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve wanted to devour you. But not like that.” He smirked. “I thought we could have fun together.”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “Yeah baby, then you challenged me and excited me. I grew curious.” He looked away before looking back at you as he raked his fingers through his hair. “Honestly, I have enjoyed how dynamic you are.”

“How’s that?” You took the bottle and took a swig, you weren’t sure if you wanted the answer. Though how he said you were caused nervousness in the bottom of your tummy.

“Living this long I’ve grown bored with the usual meeting and getting to know someone. I haven’t bothered getting to know anyone, I’ve just been eating and walking away.”

You nodded. “What makes me different?”

“Your beauty drew me and then I grew to care about you.” He simply said.

Something about that was particularly dark. It excited you, you didn’t know why but it did. “Should I worry, that one day you will tire of me?”

He shook his head. “Baby, I let it be known that you’re mine. I claimed you.” Taking the bottle from you, he took another drink again. “To be honest, I’ve never done that. I’ve had a few who stuck around but I never claimed any of them.”

You knew that you should be happy that he claimed you, but you were pretty sure that you couldn’t compete with anyone else he had cared for. You were just you. Desperately, you tried to withdraw emotionally. He could very well have fallen for princesses or queens, how could you possibly compete.

“Baby, don’t pull away. There is no reason to even feel a twinge of jealousy.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but the fact that he knew stopped you. “How?” Was all you could say, as your heart beat painfully in your chest at the thought of the others.

“I could feel it. I’ve developed gifts over all my years. One of them is gauging the emotions I feel coming off people. It makes me a better hunter.”

“How could I compete with anyone? I’m just a girl.” He placed a finger to your lips, but you brushed it aside as tears prickled your eyes. “A girl,” you swallowed. “whose lover was killed. You are like a sex god on two legs, who has probably had several women begging to be with you.”

A smug expression washed over his face but then it grew serious. Your breath quickened as his hands drifted up your legs till they slipped under you cami. “Do you have any idea how desirable you are?” His thumbs caressed your sides gently.

You looked away, you had not felt that way in years. Even then, Jerome had been the one to convince you. His cool hands gently squeezed your hips. “Look at me.” His voice had an edge, which brought knots to the pit of your stomach.

Reluctantly you did. His blue eyes dark and his lips were a grim line. “When I was a mortal, artists sketched me or carved my likeness. That’s why I became a fucking ghoul. The vampire who took my life felt my beauty needed to be preserved.”

You had been right, but for the first time ever you didn’t want to be. Why hadn’t the vampire made him a vampire, wasn’t a ghoul a step down, you wondered.

“It’s something I’ve always taken pride in. I use my looks and my charm.” He smirked. “To get what I want, when I want it. But to be honest, when I saw you I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

You flushed.

“Look, the first one I had a relationship with was a handmaiden of Cleopatra, I was infatuated with her. She had taught me how to be a man. I had been a boy with an infatuation.” He shrugged. “When I heard she had died with her mistress, I fled. I stuck to the shadows and avoided all those with ties to Rome.”

“How?” Your interest was growing.

He placed a finger to your lips. “One day, I will tell you. But not now. Ok?” He rose his eyebrows.

You nodded. Something about how he spoke to you now or even silenced you, made you incredibly happy to be his. It made your heart race. It felt as if some kind of wall that had been between the two of you was finally gone.

“The last one I had any kind of connection to was a lady in the court of Czar Nicholas’s wife, Alexandra.” He shrugged. “We met by chance and got to exist outside of the world of rules and protocols of the court.” He grimaced. “What we had was more mutual, but like the one before her. She died. We never saw it coming. Once again, I escaped with those of my kind. I managed to make it here to America where I stayed till the wind of violence ended.”

He took another swig. “So there I am, I was drawn to you baby. You are special in ways I never knew existed. The ghost of your past love was worthy of novels and poems. How you survived his death is beyond me. You are so damn strong. Till you I never knew ghosts were real. I always thought it was some silly way humans would cope with death.”

“But...” He put his finger to your lips again. This time you closed your eyes when he did, letting a soft sound come from you. Something grabbed you as he spoke. It was intoxicating.

“All right, I’ll be quiet.” You said softly, your lips grazing his fingers. Slowly, you opened your eyes.

You watched as he licked and bit his bottom lip. You could not resist squeezing your legs against his.

“I went for a drink.” He continued. “I needed to see if I could push you away. You brought an intensity, an energy in me I had not felt since my maker. It was there I met Jerome. He told me of you and what had happened to him.”

Your breath caught at his name. It had been Jerome, that showed you desire, need. But now with Ford. It was so sharp and intense. As he rocked you gently, he went back to having both hands under your cami. The ache you began to feel for Ford was growing.

“He had wanted to tell me, that he wished you nothing but happiness. That he had wished you’d move on and now be with me. He sees something in me, that I don’t even understand.” He made a face. “But he so desperately wanted the pain you had been feeling to be replaced with love and passion once again.”

“Perhaps that’s why he went into me. I still don’t understand any of it. But know this, that despite caring for those others, I always saw an eventual end.” He shrugged. “Maybe not murder but an end.” He drew close. A sigh came from you as you felt his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing you. “I don’t see that with you.”

“Ford?”

“Yes.”

“Kiss me.” You breathed.

“I’m going to do more than that.” He pulled you against him. “Do you feel that?”

You moaned, he was very hard under the cotton pajama pants he had slipped into. You’re slick with your desire. “I do but there is something I’ve been wanting to do. Will you indulge me?” You met his eyes from under your lashes.

“Indulge you? I suppose I could.” His words made you shiver.

Gently taking his hands, you placed them beside the two of you. You shimmied till you were between his legs. Once you were kneeling, you reached up and released him comfortably from the confines of his pajama pants.

Your mouth watered. You wrapped your fingers around him, moving up and down. Meeting his eyes, you smiled. “I’ve been wanting to devour you. Feel you hard in my mouth.”

“Baby.” He purred, his fingers ran through your hair.

Holding him you licked slowly from base to tip. You could vaguely remember the lovemaking the two of you had done earlier. Though, you could tell he must have tidied himself up before he had drifted off. You slowly slipped him into your mouth. It felt so good to have him there. Though he certainly filled your mouth like he had the rest of you.

As you braced yourself, you smiled as one of his hands held yours, your fingers interlaced. While with his other hand he gently held your hair to help anchor you and let you set the pace.

Your lips and tongue worked together. The beat of the ache between your legs began to match your pace. For a moment, you just barely paused as you felt his fingers withdraw from your hair or how you were no longer holding hands. But the pleasure from dragging your mouth up and down on him was too good to stop.

You felt a slight tug then a breeze, as the fabric of your cami floated down on either side of you.

You moaned around his hardness as you arched to his touch. His fingers had found the tiny buds that were your nipples. He rolled them between his fingers.

A low purr that could have been a growl came from him. “Does my baby like that?”

Somehow you managed a yes, as you moved with his fingers feeling yourself get even wetter. You could have cum from just that. You sucked and moved even tighter over his hard length.

He trembled himself, you pulled your mouth off him. You met his eyes. “Do you want to-” a loud moaned poured from yours as his fingers continued to play with your nipples. You writhed and arched where you knelt.

“What baby? What do I want?”

You swallowed. “Do you want to cum in my mouth or in me?”

One of his hands left your breasts and you felt as his thumb dragged across your lower lip. “As much as I want to cum in this sweet mouth of yours. I want you to ride me as I sit.”

“Oh...” Your voice shook at his words.

Gathering yourself up and hovering above him, you then slid onto his length. You loved how his hands rested on your hips. Together you moved. Your eyes locked, occasionally a hungry kiss took you. But it would break as a moan would come over the two of you.

Lost in the feeling of him so deeply inside, you took his hands and held them against your headboard. Holding them there you rode him harder.

He drew close. “Are you pinning me to your headboard?”

You pressed a little harder, as you did you felt a little wetter. “Maybe.”

“All right.” He said in a tone you couldn’t read as his lips curled into a smirk.

You were calling out when you found yourself on your back with your hands pinned above your head. He was above and deep inside you.

A moan poured from you.

“You need to know, you need to feel who has claimed you, baby.”

“Yes.” Was all you could say.

You trembled under him, he continued to move in and out.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I’m yours.”

“Are you going to let me feel you cum around me?”

You matched his thrusts. And before you could stop yourself you did just that.

“That’s my baby.”

Moving his grip on your wrists, he let you wrap your arms around him as he thrust deeper and you melted under him.

“You’re mine. All fucking mine.” He growled. And then you felt as he came deeply in you.

*****

Sighing, languid kisses between the two of you were passed as he held you in the hot bath. Your sweet smelling bath salts swirled in the water. Relaxation and just tenderness was between you.

“You’re going to regret not letting me have her ghoulie. Mark my words. Relax now I’d say, she will be in pieces at what will be left of your mangled body.” Ford stiffened as the vampire’s voice filled his mind.

“Fuck you, fangs.” He concentrated and soon he pushed the vampire out.

“Ford, Ford.”

Startled he looked at you. “Yes, baby?”

“You were suddenly far away.”

He chuckled. “It’s you, baby. You leave me dazed.”

You smiled. “Oh Ford, you can be so silly.” You chuckled and nestled close.

Choices and decisions had to be made. In the end, he was certain he wasn’t going to like what had to be done in order to beat that fucking vampire. But now he held your warm curvy body tighter against him and allowed his dead heart to enjoy more heartbeats than it’s had in centuries.

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When You Are His

Kinktober - 20th Post Ford - Marking

Summary: Ford wants to make sure that everyone knows who you belong to.

Warning/Note: consensual sex between characters, possessive/jealous Ford, Ford marks Reader as his.

Ford x Reader dynamic from Puzzle Piece

Taking your warm hand he twirled you to the Buddy Holly song that played from the jukebox. When you nestled close from the twirl he smiled. Despite being with you now for a few months, sometimes he relished all over again the warmth that came from your human body. There was just something about it. It was unlike any other joy.

There was the joy of laying with you, but this is was special. It reminded him of his human days.

As he moved to the rhythm of the song, he held you closer. A chill came over the him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled.

Glancing down at you, your eyelashes rested on your cheeks. You had closed your eyes in bliss over the dancing. You had no inclination of the worry that seized him.

“May I have the next dance?”

You stirred in his arms. You looked him and at the voice. His arms tighten.

“Come on, Ford let’s not be greedy.”

You looked up at Ford and shrugged. “I am sure a dance will be harmless.”

“Yes,” Practically hissed the vampire. “Listen to your girl. A dance will be harmless.”

******

Ford, watched as you leaned against the wall, then you pulled and tugged off your boots. His hunger for you had built while out dancing with you and had only grown.

He went and leaned a hand on the wall beside you. “You looked so lovely tonight.”

You smiled up at him. “I am so glad you think so.”

He scooped you up and twirled you around.

“Ford,” You squealed, clutching onto him. You giggled.

He easily brought you over to his bed, “Get comfy, baby.”

You pulled yourself back onto Ford’s large bed. You watched as he shedded his leather jacket and boots. He stole your breath as he was over in mere moments.

His lips met you in a feverish kiss. There was a fire in his eyes you had never seen before. It made your heart race.

“I can’t wait any longer baby.” He managed to say, his voice took a depth that made you feel it all over.

“I’m yours.” You we’re practically wilting under him.

“That’s what I want to hear.” He soon was reaching under your skirt where he tor down and off your panties. Soon he was opening your legs wider to accommodate him.

You felt yourself grow wetter as he undid his jeans and took himself out.

You moaned and arched as he slid into you. “Ford.” You breathed.

He held you close as he braced himself on the bed beside you, as he began sliding in and out of you.

*****

You felt amazing. He loved being inside of you. You were truly beautiful as you writhed under him.

He leaned in close once again, he needed to taste your lips once more. As he kissed you, he was startled as the memory of you dancing with the vampire popped into his minds eye. Lately, too many had been eyeing you like that a hungry man would at a banquet. He had to do something about it.

“Baby? You’re mine, all mine right?” He thrust deep into you, pulling sounds that only made him harder when he heard you make them.

You whimpered, blinking you met his eyes and nodded. “Yes, yes Ford I am.”

A smirk curled his lips. He would mark you now, he had been doing that for so long. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“That’s my girl.”

He dragged his lips to your throat. He kissed and nibbled. Excitement churned hard in his stomach, he placed a soft kiss before biting down on your throat. He moved within you as he did. He held himself back from cumming as he heard the moan that it ripped out of you. It barely finished pouring from your lips and he was eager to hear or again.

She is mine, he projected loudly as he licked and sucked at the spot where he bit you. Pulling back, he relished laying his eyes on the mark he left.

He knew you were close, your excitement tightened around him. Dragging his lips up to your ear, he smirked. “You are mine baby, will you cum for me.” He whispered.

Your breathes shorten, you clutched onto “Ford.” You breathed whimpering and them arching against him. You came hard.

A grin curling his lips, he felt amazing as he let all around to know you were his. Moving in and out of you, he held you as he wilted in your pleasure. It did not take long for his body to tighten in pleasure. “Y/N, my baby.” He managed to moan aloud.

*****

Sometime later, while he laid mostly on his sofa he grabbed the bottle of his good whiskey. And took a swig.

“Ford.” You practically howled. You stomped over to him in one of his shirts that rested on your thighs.

He put the bottle down and looked you up and down, placing his hands behind his head. Damn, you were quite the sight. He loved it. “Yes, baby?” He rose his eyebrows.

“The mark!” You were speechless as you pointed to it.

The sight of it filled him with smugness. Not only because of what was visible to you and anyone else that laid their eyes on it but also it was still accompanied by the one he sent out telepathically.

“I am sorry baby. I got very excited.”

You crossed your arms in front of you. “How can I go out and about with it?” You pressed your lips together.

He decided to not let you see just how smug he really felt. “Come here baby.”

You gave him a look but then, you did go over to him but stood where his one leg was off the sofa. Taking his hands from behind his head, he beckoned to you. “Baby.” He looked at you squarely.

You closed the distance and laying partially on him, he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s getting colder, a scarf maybe or you could just show it off.”

“Ford, you can be such a beast.” You smacked him.

He took your hand and kissed your palm. “But that is exactly why you love me.” He smiled at you. “You could tell people, that your boyfriend is just terribly enthusiastic.”

You rolled your eyes. “I will have to stock up on more scarves.”

“When shall we go shopping?”

You tried to take your hand back but he held it. Giving up, you nestled close and gave him a quick peck on his chest.

He chuckled, “I am sure you could pull off a nice houndstooth one or perhaps a plaid one?”

“Ford.” You practically chastised him.

“Once again, that is part of my charm.” He looked down a you.

You sighed. “Yes. Exactly.” You shook your head, before nestling into the crook of his throat.

“And just think now, no one ever mess with you.

You are sighed, “I am yours after-all. It’s only fitting we show it off.”

That is when he finally let himself smirk. “And that I love very much.” His arms tightened as he held you close.

“Me too.”

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Puzzle Piece

Part 10b

Summary: Reflections of the past twenty four hours.

You honestly didn’t know how to take all of this in. Ghosts, soulmates… ghouls existed. Rolling over, you stretched. You felt like you had been asleep forever.

You sat up. Your curiosity swirled around you. You felt a wonderfully close connection with Ford. You felt like you knew him forever, even when your heart threatened to give out when being with him. Technically it had. You knew you had died, it was what gave you the ability to finally feel Jerome again. That had been exquisite. It gave you the ability to truly say goodbye. Something you had been robbed of. It opened you to finally feel the love that had been lurking in the shadows, after having lost Jerome.

Why though? Why did you have to go through the pain of loving and losing Jerome. He had been your world. You and him had dreamed of one day being married, possibly having kids. Existence was strange. Maybe one needed pain.

You just didn’t know. Sighing, you grabbed one of Ford’s pillows. It smelled like a fresh autumn day. Was that a ghoul scent, or was it just him. You didn’t care. Laying back down and getting comfortable once again, you gave yourself up to sleep. Your own death had tired you out.

Sleep brought you in the darkness. How much time had gone by, you did not know. But you felt the distinct softness of Ford’s lips. The scent of autumn that seemed to surround him was stronger.

You inhaled his scent. Stretching and yawning, you felt better. You looked over at Ford with a smile.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You asked him.

“Yes.”

Moving closer, you smiled up at him. He exuded this cool laziness that gave you butterflies as you took all of him in while he lounged there. “I hope I didn’t snore.” You could see the mirth in his eyes.

“You haven’t since we met.”

You nestled close to his chest giggling. “Good.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I could be bond-” He smiled, it was that devil may care smile that made your heart beat harder and faster. “I mean soulmates,” You practically watch as the human term popped into his mind. “With someone who did.” He said dryly.

He just had a way of tickling your senses. “Ford!” You squealed and pushed him. After he let himself fall back into the softness of the bed, you straddled him. “You can be such a beast!”

He pulled you closer. “You love it.” His was a mixture of a purr and a growl, you did love it and couldn’t contain the giggle it pulled from you. “Damn baby, give me a kiss.”

Once again, he was making you breathless. “Maybe.” You met his eyes, which reminded you of a turbulent ocean.

Your lips met his cool ones, making you moan. You don’t know how but it had become erotic the differences between you. It made you want him more.

A deep sound of contentment came from you as you tasted a rich kind of liquor on his lips. “Scotch?” You pulled back, curious.

He nodded.

“It tastes good.” You simply replied and licked your lips.

“Then kiss me again.”

And you did.

*****

With the covers thrown over the two of you, your heart finally began to relax. As slow as it was, you enjoyed the beat of Ford’s heart. You remained cuddled up to his solid frame. You could see the sky outside begin to turn a purplish blue as dawn began creeping into the inky blackness of the night. “Where did you go while I slept?” You gazed up at him.

He looked startled, his brow furrowed. “You woke up?”

“Only for a little while. All of this has been weighing on my heart. It disturbed my sleep.”

“Baby...” You could hear the anguish in that simple word, and the lack of other words.

“I, I...” You tried to grasp onto the right words. “We may be soulmates, but I’m alive. Well I was, am I still? I... just want to be right by you in our love and how can I be if I’m not like you.” You finally said. You didn’t realize till you actually said it, that it had been what was also pulling on you. Especially now, since you could finally be at peace with Jerome.

His arms tightened around you and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Baby, you very much are still alive,” He pressed his lips together. "And by being with you, I am regaining some of my humanity.”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “The heartbeat for one, the blush of life that lingers a little longer after I feed.”

“I do enjoy that heartbeat.” You admitted, you had realized you had not needed it when you thought it was too slow to feel but now with it there, you actually enjoyed it.

“I have as well, I have not felt it for several lifetimes, but it could bring my death.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it. The idea hit you hard. You could barely swallow that down.

“While you should have been sleeping," He rose an eyebrow and a gentle smile played on his lips, that was gone almost as fast as it appeared. You knew he was being serious. “I visited my brother. None of this, any of it, is normal.”

You felt the need to pull away, yet he pulled you closer.

“Humans have always been my prey, living or dead. But that never stopped me from being drawn to them. You I love,” He swallowed. “You didn’t just catch my fancy. You were not a novelty. I’ve wanted to protect, ravage, and damn well love all of you.”

That made you feel better, but now you wondered about his brother.

He chuckled. “I am sorry, baby. But your thoughts are sometimes so loud, they come to me as if you are speaking them.

“Oh?” You imagined a blackness.

He sighed and looked sad. “I don’t go looking. Just right now your unease and worry is so strong, I want you to feel better. I will never invade your privacy.”

“Ok.” A warmth, like an embrace came from you. “It’s just, I just don’t know.” You buried your face into his chest.

You felt him running his fingers through your hair, it comforted you.

“I don’t either.” He whispered. “But my brother can help us, I know he can. We will go and see him later in the week.”

You met his eyes. “Ok. So you have a brother? I’m an only child.”

He smiled, brushing some hair from your face. “Actually, when I was a human I had a few brothers and sisters. Only a few, their children and their children came to survive till now. Sometimes, I drop by for a visit and watch them. But this one, well he’s different.”

“How is that?”

He shifted, gently rubbing your arm before he continued. “Well, the vampire who made me was drawn by things he found beautiful.” He smirked.

“You are. When we first met,” You looked past him, before looking back at him. “You did remind me of some art, something.”

“I could have been a model for it.” He chuckled. “Anyway, for some reason he made me into a ghoul. But then he saw my brother, who is indeed beautiful in ways I will never be.”

You looked at him, wondering how that really could be.

“His hair is like strands of gold, eyes so warm and brown that they instantly make you forget you are looking at something so beautiful. Being with him, you feel like any worry you ever had have left you. You continue to just feel incredibly good and at ease about everything.”

“Seriously? Do you feel that way? Or is that a human folly?”

You enjoyed the chuckle that bounced from Ford’s lips as he squeezed you.

“He does bring me great comfort but he is my brother. So since we were raised right in that respect and because he is genuinely a good being to a certain degree, he has been the only brother I ever completely trusted.”

“Interesting.”

He nodded. “Our family is. So as for humans, it made his art of being a vampire exquisite. He had some fantastic kills and meals, while being supplied with comforts and presents to last lifetimes.”

Oddly, hearing that didn’t bother you. You were actually quite intrigued.

“Additionally he has such an immense thirst for knowledge, he is already considered one of our elders.”

“How does he feel about that your soulmate is a human?”

“He’s intrigued. That’s another reason why I am having you meet him. And his companion will be on his best behavior.”

“Companion?”

“Our father killed his soulmate. His companion is incredibly vicious and jealous. Though he also comes from the family line his soulmate came from, so Nicodemus loves him dearly and keeps him around.”

“Does he love him back?”

“Oh yes, very much so. But he can be like an unhinged guard dog. Would rip the throat out of anyone who dares to get too close, even me if he feels threatened.”

You shivered.

“You’re human and a girl.”

“So?”

“His guard won’t even be up, unless you smell like a good meal. But Nicodemus said he’d make sure that is taken care of.”

“Oh, well then let’s hope I don’t smell tasty at all.”

“You smell tasty to me.” Rolling he was over you by the time you finished gasping and he began nipping and giving you open mouth kisses. That at first made you giggle but then your breath turned into a moan, and you let your fingers entwine in his dark strands.

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Puzzle Piece

Part Nine

Summary: dramatic turn of events...

Warning: teasing, dom!Ford, implied death, roller coaster of emotions and more connections with my story, Reflections

He looked up at you and tried to make a face that would make you melt but he couldn’t. There was such fire in your eyes and the way your cami hugged your curves… He was lucky. He relished being under you.

“I got you.” Your voice came out as a purr. You squeezed his wrists while holding them against the cool floor.

“You do, what are you going to do about it?” He rose an eyebrow.

“I will have to think of what I want.” You shifted atop him, before lowering yourself for a kiss. Damn, your scent enveloped him and you tasted so good. Not wanting to play fair he rocked against you. He knew it was the one thing apart from his own strength that he could use against you.

“Ford.” Your voice trembled as you broke the kiss to look at him.

“What baby?” He gave you his trademark grin. Feeling your grip lessen and rolling his wrists, he grabbed you and rolled with you so he was now on top.

“You slipped up, baby.”

Huffing, you wiggled as he easily held both of your wrists with only one of his hands. He watched as your chest rose and fell under him.

“I did but that doesn’t mean I can’t break free or-” Your voice broke as he grazed his fingertips against your exposed skin.

“What baby? What are you saying?”

You swallowed as you no longer felt his fingertips.

“I was saying I could break free.” You huffed.

A deep sound came from him. “Not today, baby.” And easily he was alongside you, still holding your hands above your head. His other slipped under your shorts and panties.

“This belongs to me.” He cupped you. Nothing more than that and your were writhing against his cool touch and the floor under you.

“I belong to you.” You whispered.

As his smile grew your stomach clenched. You knew he felt what saying that did to you. “What did you say? Please don’t whisper.”

“I belong to you.” He slipped two fingers inside of you and you arched off the floor. “Please, yes.”

“That’s my girl, I was growing worried that you had enjoyed pinning me down too much. That perhaps you easily forgot who is the one who enjoys making you cum.”

“Never.”

His fingers made you gasp before he pulled them out of you. Freeing your hands he drew serious as he smirked, letting you see as he licked at his fingers. “Take those off.”

Excitedly you did, in those quick moves you looked at him sweetly. You bit your bottom lip. “Make me yours.”

Excitement made your heart hurt as he was over you then. He opened your legs and went between them. “You’re mine.”

His voice was almost a snarl, which was matched by the raspiness of his zipper as he freed himself from the confines of his belt and jeans.

He slid in but as he did he pulled you close. The sensation made you once again arch off of the floor. Your heart twisting in its pleasure.

There was no time for finesse anymore. You both needed and wanted what came next. You clung onto him. Somewhere you lost your cami and sweat broke out on your body as you held onto him.

Your fingers ravaged his hair as you felt his lips and tongue before they met your own.

Pain which was mingled with pleasure shot through you and meeting his eyes you came hard. “Yeah, that’s my girl. I do that to you, you’re mine.”

He buried his face where your throat met your shoulder. You heard as a deep moan came from him and he came hard in you.

There on the floor he pulled you close. “Baby, damn I missed you.”

You looked at him dazed, and it was true. He had been gone for an incredibly long week, researching in the archives or whatever he called it. You couldn’t remember. But then, you could barely feel him. Blinking, you felt like you woke from your haze of pleasure.

“Ford... Ford.” You were grasping but you couldn’t hold him. Everything was swirling around you. You tried to grab onto him. Suddenly, as if something pushed you, you fell or more like slammed backwards onto the wood floor behind you. Sharp nausea filled, opening your mouth to breathe. It didn’t help. It felt as if the floor began to move under you. Blinking, you tried to focus on the ceiling but then everything went black.

*****

You blinked and saw Ford hanging over you. He looked upset. His dark hair hung in his face as he looked down at you. You smiled. You felt ok now. “I’m ok.” You whispered and reaching out, your hand went right through him.

“Oh honey, no.”

You knew that voice, you smiled. Rolling easily right through Ford’s arm, you just had to get to that voice. Which felt funny when you did that. That’s when you noticed that you were dressed. You had been naked, you shrugged.

Getting up, you turned. You saw him. There he was. Dressed in a beige suit that just hung off his slender frame. Like the one he wore when he bumped into your table the day you two met.

“Jerome.” Happiness filled you, it made tears prickle your eyes. You ran over to him. It felt like it took forever, that something was clutching onto your ankles but you made it over to him. You fell into his arms much like you did in the feather bed in that silly Japanese restaurant. He was so solid and warm. You clung onto him.

“Oh, honey no... No.” His voice was sad. There were tears you felt fall into your head.

You looked up. He looked horribly sad. “Jerome?” You were confused.

He squeezed his eyes shut, he opened them and tears laid fresh on his lashes, like the day you two played in the rain at that resort. Just before... Then you remembered.

“But… What?” Confusion and pain ripped into you.

“Yes. I’m dead but you can’t be... You shouldn’t be. It’s your turn to know the love I couldn’t give you.”

He gestured to where you saw Ford looking at you, pressing your wrist to his lips.

“But… But...” You managed.

He sighed. “I know you love him,” A tear slid down his cheek. “And you loved me and that’s ok. Really. Go back. He needs you. He’s your destiny.”

“Then why? Why all this pain of seeing you, feeling you?” Your happy tears turned to pain. “Jerome, it hurt so much, I wanted to die but now... Now…” You balled up a hand and hit him.

“I know, I know.” He grabbed your hand. “Just let me go... Just let me go. I’ll visit but let him be yours now, let him be your forever...”

“I don’t know if I can...” Tears continued to fall.

“You can.” He grabbed you by your upper arms. Space grew between you. “He will love you for more than one lifetime. Just let me go.”

He pushed you then, everything began to swirl and twirl. Your fingers lingered but then no longer felt him or his beige suit.

Suddenly, you bolted upright and crashed into something solid. You immediately pulled back, but then you saw him and practically leapt right back at him. “Oh Ford, it’s you. It’s you.”

“Y/N... Y/N...” He held you back, looked you all over and then just pulled you close. And you just clung onto him.

“It’s me... It’s me.” You felt complete in his cool embrace, looking up at him you gave him a shaky smile.

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