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Hands on Learning

Here is chapter two of Teachers' Pet. It is a direct continuation of the first chapter.

Warnings: sexual content, praise kink, oral (woman receiving from woman), heavy petting, light dom implications, mummy and daddy kink, good girl, biting, light marking, swearing.

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Chapter 1

Lorraine had her arms wrapped around your waist holding you close to her as she kissed a line up your neck, your hands were resting on her thighs as you leant backwards into Ed’s chest. His hands were slowly massaging your breasts through your shirt, as his lips sucked and nipped on the other side of your neck. Your head was tilted back eyes closed as you whimpered from the attention the Warrens were giving you.

“Lorraine, Ed,” you moaned squeezing Lorraine’s thighs before stroking them, up towards her covered pussy. You grinned at the whimper that you pulled from her when you pressed against the wet fabric of her pants and stroked upwards, circling your fingers before pressing against her clit.

“Ed, I think our girl is getting eager,” Lorraine murmured into your neck. Her arms slid around to press against your shoulders, pressing you harder against Ed until he lifted you up enough for him to wiggle under you before sitting you back down onto his lap. You whole body heated up at the display of strength. You wiggled a little, feeling Ed’s harden cock under you, you wiggled again grounding down as much as you could, your grin turning into a smirk as he groaned in your ear thrusting his hips up as he pulled you down tighter.

“I think your right, love,” Ed agreed, he moved back against the arm of the couch, pulling you with him and spreading your legs with his, pulling your skirt further up your legs and giving Lorraine a perfect view of your panties, the front of which was soaked through with your arousal.

The new position Ed had you in allowed Lorraine to crawl in-between your legs, her hands stroking up your thighs squeezing them as she stroked back down your legs and then up again and under your skirt. The humming that your body had started doing around these two had reached a new height from the moment their hands had touched you. Your body was tingling with electricity from the kisses, your nipples had hardened and become sensitive from the attention Ed had given them. While Lorraine was giving attention to your legs, and teasing you by bringing her fingers to the edge of your panties and only ghosting them against your pussy before taking them away, Ed had gone back to kissing your neck while his hands slipped under your shirt. His fingers started to tease you along the edge of your bra, slipping under it enough to brush against the bottom of your breast. Your moans started to get a whiny edge to them as your body was teased expertly by them.

“Please,” you begged, wanting so much more and everything from them.

“What do you want, pretty?” Lorraine asked, as her lips started to kiss along your thighs not going any further then the end of your skirt, her lips pulled into a satisfied smile as she saw what her ministrations were doing to you. Your lips were getting redder from your teeth biting at them as you ground down into Eds lap, trying to get some attention to your throbbing pussy and pushing your chest outwards trying to get Ed’s hands on them without anything acting as a barrier.

“I want everything,” you whined. “Please stop teasing.”

“Aw,” Ed smirked into your neck, his eyes locking with Lorraine’s as she sucked a mark on your inner thigh just above your knee. “Doesn’t she just beg so prettily? How could we possibly think to deny our beautiful girl?”

“I don’t think we can,” Lorraine agreed. “Is that what you want?”

“My hands on your breasts, teasing your pretty little nipples?” Ed whispered into your ears, his hands circling around your nipples still over your bra. “And my wife’s mouth on your wet, throbbing pussy?”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, nodding your head. “Yes please, I want that.”

“Then our girl shall have that, even if she has a naughty mouth,” Ed chuckled.

He removed his hands from under your shirt only long enough to remove it from your body after getting your approval. His hands trailed up from the band of your skirt to cup your breasts over your bra weighing them in his palms before he softly squeezed them. You pushed your chest into his hands, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, your nose nudging against his neck. He reached for the front clasp your body thrumming in anticipation as he remove your bra, lifting your back from his chest only enough to slid the bra down your arms and throwing it to the side. He allowed you to rest against his chest again, as his hands finally covered your breasts with no barrier. He rolled your nipples around pulling them taut before letting them go, and repeating the action when you whimpered in his ear, your hips rolling down into his lap before you pushed your pussy towards Lorraine’s questing fingers.

Lorraine grabbed the hem of your skirt and pulled it down, with Ed’s help they lifted your hips enough to drag it down and off your legs leaving you in your panties that were soaked through from your arousal. Lorraine pressed kisses all along your thighs, nipping at the skin but still ignoring your pussy, as she worshipped your thighs, gently squeezing the flesh until she hooked her fingers under the band of your panties. She locked eyes with you as she dragged them down, revealing your wet pussy, you could feel Ed groaning, his chest rumbling with the sound against your back as he peeked over, his hands sliding down from your breasts to quickly swipe through your arousal, barely touching you. Your eyes tracked his fingers as he brought them to Lorraine’s lips rubbing against them before pushing them inside her mouth, Lorraine’s eyes fluttered closed as she sucked your arousal off his fingers, moaning at the taste.

“How does she taste?” Ed asked his voice gravelly. The sound making your pussy throb and a whimper fall from your lips.

“Delicious,” Lorraine hummed. “You’ll have to have a taste after me, before you fill her up with your cock, while she eats me.”

“Oh, fuck,” your hips twitched at the image that sentence created in your mind. “I want that so much.”

“Good girl,” Lorraine smiled. “Now continue to be a good girl and keep these lush thighs apart for me.”

Your legs were already spread wide from where they were hooked over Ed’s thighs but he found a way to push them open even more, his hands trailing back up to your breasts as he continued to tease them. His lips back at your throat and shoulder, where there was plenty of room from how you had your head resting against his shoulder. You were squeezing your eyes shut, the attention from two people was almost overstimulating but you didn’t want it to stop.

You felt Lorraine’s breathe against your pussy as her fingers finally stroked through your arousal swiping it from around your pussy and using it as lube as she started to tease your clit. Flicking it before circling it, alternating from almost no pressure to almost too much, sending a bolt of pleasure right to your core. Ed was watching the actions of his wife, and almost copying the motion of her fingers against your nipples before fully cupping your breasts, squeezing and pulling on them.

“Do you like that?” Ed whispered into your ear as your body shuddered. Lorraine had just pressed a kiss to your pussy, before she flicked out her tongue and teased your opening with it, not quite pushing in yet.

“Yes,” you whined, voice raising as Lorraine pushed her tongue inside, swirling it around and stroking your walls before she locked her lips around your opening and sucked, thrusting her tongue in and out as her fingers continued to tease your swollen clit, now tugging on it lightly in between the circles her fingers were making. You felt Lorraine moan against you, the wet noises that she was making as she sucked and licked at your opening had your stomach muscles clenching as the heat built up in your core, drawing more and more arousal from you. Your walls fluttering, your hips rocking up against her mouth and fingers.

“You like having my wife’s mouth you, while I tease these heavy breasts of yours?” he asked going back to tweaking your nipples, smirking as you moaned. “Feeling her tongue licking you, her fingers playing with the gorgeous clit of yours.”

“Never would have taken you to be such a dirty talker,” you teased, voice very breathy. These two had you acting in ways you never had before. They had you feeling needy and wanton, beautiful and sexy. You normally always teased your partners in bed but you found it hard to do so with these two, as they worked your body to the point of only being able to moan and whine.

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what Lorraine and I are capable of,” Ed promised you. “But don’t worry, we’ll show you.”

Lorraine removed her mouth from your pussy, licking your arousal from around her lips, her eyes burning with lust as she looked up at you and her husband. She slowly dragged her fingers away from your clit preening a little as you whined in complaint hips twitching to try and get her fingers back on your clit, but Ed’s hands moved from your breasts to hold down your hips, as he slowly thrusted up into you. You could feel the press of his cock against you through his pants. There was something about the fact that you were completely naked and the Warrens were full dressed, not a single button undone that made the whole situation even hotter, your body was burning brightly at this point.

You gasped as Lorraine’s fingers circled your opening as she lowered her head back down, this time her tongue focused on your clit. She flatted her tongue as she licked up and down, occasionally swirling her tongue and flicking it with the tip of her tongue before she took your clit into her mouth and sucked on it, careful to keep her teeth away from it until she knew if that was something you liked. While her tongue was working on your clit, she slowly slid one of her fingers inside of you, your walls squeezing against her finger as she thrusted it and out, twisting it and stroking your walls.

“That’s it, good girl,” Ed kept whispering encouragement and praise in your ear, as his hands squeezed your hips, his long fingers stroking along the top of your crotch. “You look so beautiful between us, your body withering in pleasure. I can’t wait to have you between us in a different way, with my cock pounding into you as you fuck my wife’s pussy with your tongue.”

Your next moan became drawn out as Lorraine slid two fingers inside on the next thrust. You were aroused enough that there was only a little stretch as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out, scissoring them to stretch you some more before she starting stroking your walls. She twisted her fingers and stroked back along the top of your walls, searching for that one spot. She smirked against your clit when your hips bucked up against her, and not even Ed could stop you.

“Lorraine!” you shouted, eyes squeezing shut as you nuzzled into Ed’s neck.

“Love, I think our beautiful, beautiful girl is close,” Ed told Lorraine, one of his hands leaving your hips to stroke through her hair gently as she continued to suck on your clit and put pressure on your g-spot.

Your legs were twitching, it was only Ed’s legs keeping them as open as they were, and your body was rolling with pleasure as your pussy continued to throb and your walls clench around Lorraine’s fingers. Your body was heating even more as you felt the ball of pleasure behind your core start to over fill, Ed moved his hands back up to play with your nipples as he started to suck on your neck. All it took was Lorraine stroking your g-spot, sucking on your clit and Ed twisting your nipples for your orgasm to hit you. Your pussy spasmed as your hips twitched and ground your pussy against Lorraine’s mouth as she continued to suck your clit through your orgasm before she moved her mouth to cover your opening and lapped up the wetness that was released during your orgasm. Ed continued to tease and pinch your nipples as your body twitched, your mouth stayed open as you whimpered through the attention, he had also continued to grind you down into his cock as he thrust up into you. Your breathe heaving as you started to come down from your high, you felt a body cover yours as Lorraine crawled over you to kiss her husband and share some of your cum with him. You moaned at the sight above you, your pussy throbbing once as you started to get aroused again.

“Hmm, wasn’t she such a good girl for us?” Lorraine whispered into Ed’s mouth. “She made the most gorgeous of sounds, as she came for us.”

“She was gorgeous,” Ed agreed sucking his wife tongue into his mouth seeking more of your taste. You reached up with your hands, the last remnants of your orgasmic high leaving you so you were able to start undoing the buttons of Lorraine’s shirt, dragging her attention from her husband to you.

“I need you both naked,” you stated getting to the last of her buttons, revealing her breasts clad in a simple bra to your eyes. “Now.” You stretched up to start nipping at the skin at the top of her breasts, licking along the edge of the top of her cup. Lorraine hummed at your action.

“Very eager you are,” Lorraine lowered her self-down her lips hovering above yours. “What you do say?”

You raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure if a “please” is exactly what she is after. You thought about it, and although your light flying feeling was there it didn’t grow, but you thought about adding two words to the “please” and your light flying feeling soared. Your cheeks flushed a little, and you lowered your gaze away from hers, the darken blue in them looking at you in a very knowing way.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Lorraine encouraged you. Ed was watching the interaction with interest, he had a feeling what Lorraine was pushing for but that was only from knowing his wife for 15 years. You flicked your gaze back to her, allowing her to see the hesitation there but she pressed a kiss to your nose in encouragement.

“Please, won’t you and…daddy get naked, mummy?” you asked flushing all the to your ears. Lorraine felt her pussy throb at the words, her body flushing as she claimed your lips with hers. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding down into your pussy, rubbing against your clit and pushing you into Ed’s hard cock, forcing a groan from his lips, both from your words and the pressure from you being pushed into him.

“Fuck, Lorraine,” Ed hissed. His head coming up to grab a handful of her hair as she continued to devour your mouth, the gentle kiss from before gone and replaced with a more dominant side of Lorraine. “How did you even know?”

“Our girl would clench down on my fingers and would get wetter every time you called her ‘our girl’,” Lorraine shrugged as she moved back from you. “So, she has a praise kink but I guessed there would be a little something more.”

You wiggled in between them, needing more contact, needing something more, you whined in need. Ed grinned, his fingers moving down to stroke up and down your sides which caused you to sigh in happiness.

“I think we should move to the bedroom,” Lorraine said standing up and letting her shirt fall off her shoulder before she started taking her pants off the front completely ruined from the arousal dripping from her pussy and from when she ground against you, your arousal coating the front of them. Eating you out had turned her on in a way she hadn’t been for a while, pleasuring you to orgasm had nearly been enough for her.

“Hm,” you agreed trying to get up but before you could Ed had swept you up into his arms. “Christ, this shouldn’t be as attractive as it is.”

“You like me carrying you?” Ed asked grinning at Lorraine, who was watching the two of you as she led the way to the bedroom.

You merely nodded locking your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek before you nuzzled into his neck. You nipped on his skin, kissing along his neck up to his ear and along his jawline. You kicked your legs when he squeezed your side and your thigh. You grinned when he came up to the door to their bedroom to see Lorraine already stretched out on the bed.

“It’s for my husband to devour you, baby girl.”

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Secrets of the well (Reader x Ed Warren)

Requested by: @slowlyghostlydream, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: You and Ed have been married for a while now & take on a case about a young boy. (ps. I didn't do a full on case as that would require me to like write sooo many pages haha)

The suitcase clicked shut as you took a deep breath. A pair of hands moving up your arm to your shoulders. It made you inhale deeply, leaning your head back. A presence neared as the touch of lips in your neck, tickled you. You slowly turned around, facing your husband Ed. – “What is the matter love?” – he asked wrapping his arms around you. As a reaction you shrugged a shoulder. – “I’m not sure.” – you responded.

Ed grabbed you by the chin, titling it up so that you were forced to look at him. – “Tell me.” – he insisted upon, knowing very well what kind of life he was leading with you. You took another deep breath, something uncertain reflecting in your eyes. – “It is just… a feeling…” – you said cautiously. – “A feeling?” – Ed repeated with half a smile. Rolling with your eyes, you moved away from him. – “No, no wait honey!” – he called out, grabbing for your hand to pull you back. He had it, moving you back in front of him.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” – he said tugging some hair behind your ear. He brought your hand up, looking teasingly at you whilst leaving a kiss there. – “Please… tell me.” – he stared yearningly at you, hoping he hadn’t been too much of an ass just now. You sighed hard, chest falling with the intensity of your breath. – “It is just a feeling I can’t shake off.” – you told him nervously.

Ed smiled sympathetically at you. – “Maybe I should go alone?” – he said not wanting to put you in any danger. – “God no!” – you cursed with a glare. – “We are in this together Ed. It is you and me or nothing at all.” – you reminded him with a firm poke in his chest. Ed laughed loud. – “You and me darling.” – he smiled before kissing your cheek. He reached around you for the suitcase, taking it with him from the bed. You took a deep breath, staring at the window for a moment.

Letting your hand rub over your neck, you stared yourself lost at the glass. Caught up with your own thoughts as they whispered loudly in the back of your mind. – “Y/n!” – hearing your name made you snap out of it. Turning your head, you saw Ed stand in the doorway. – “Are you coming love?” – he questioned. You nodded, taking your coat from the table, and heading down with him. Ed was carrying the heavy suitcase up to the car.

Opening the trunk to stash it there. You stepped onto the driveway up to the car. Ed greeted a neighbor before closing the trunk. You moved your hand to your neck, feeling the cross necklace underneath it. You took it between your fingers, rubbing it softly. You then walked over to Ed who held the car door open for you. He started the car, driving off.

You were looking outside of the window. Following the passing of the car as Ed drove past the town’s sign. Suddenly the music on the radio stopped, only static coming through. – “Stupid radio.” – Ed called out, turning on the knob to switch between stations. You stood with wide eyes, staring at the radio as out of each station kept coming static. Ed didn’t seem to be bothered with it. – “Ah!” – he said finally finding a station that played music again.

As quickly as it came, it was gone. You looked at your husband who was tapping his fingers on the wheel on the rhythm of the song. For some reason it didn’t bother him. To you it felt like a bad omen. As much of a bad omen as the feeling snuggling deep inside of you. You must have fallen asleep cause the next thing you remember is Ed nudging you awake. – “We are here darling.” – he whispered as you slowly sat yourself better. Looking outside you saw the light outside had darkened.

Changing into a vibrant orange as the sun was setting. Ed and you got out of the car, eyes focused on the house seemingly in the middle of nowhere. No neighboring houses nearby. The door opened as a lady got in sight. Ed and you walked up to greet her. – “You must be Ms. Field.” – Ed spoke, shaking her hand. – “And you Ed and Y/n Warren?” – she responded, shaking your hand. – “We are.” – you answered. Ms. Field led you inside.

You admired her interior. Not too fancy, not too simple. Just ordinary. She guided you towards the living room where you saw Mr. Field and their two children. – “Honey, these are Ed and Y/n Warren.” – She said as her husband got up. – “Nice to meet you.” – Ed said, shaking hands with him. You smiled, suddenly drawn downwards. The youngest of the children, a boy clutched onto his father’s leg. You tilted your head a bit to the side with a warm smile. – “Hello.” – you said. The child tilted his head equally to the side, staring right back at you.

His eyes widened briefly with mischief. He brought a finger to his lips, quietly shushing you. It made you swallow nervously. The young boy curling up a smile. You diverted your gaze to the father and the daughter. You noticed how afar she stood from her father and the little boy. Her hands folded neatly in front of her. Gaze locked onto your husband. Ms. Field offered for you to sit. Ed and you sat down. Ed jumped back up, taking out a toy from underneath him. – “Sorry.” – Mr. Field said taking the toy train from him. – “No problem at all.” – Ed responded, checking behind him to be certain there weren’t any more toys up to surprise him.

Mr. Field ordered the children to go play upstairs to leave the grown-ups to do the talking. You kept a watchful eye on the youngest boy. Something seemed off about him. He looked over his shoulder to you with the coldest glare you had anyone ever seen you give. His chin tilted down with a cold stare.

It made you shudder. If it wasn’t for Ed taking your hand, you might have trembled to the bone. You and him shared a glance. You alright? He mouthed. You nodded reassuringly, holding his hand tighter. As usual Ed began with a set of questions. He needed information to know what kind of problem he was looking upon. Poltergeist? Lost spirits? Demons? He needed to know for sure to know what kind of approach he should take on.

Your gaze went upwards to the ceiling, knowing the children were playing upstairs. Ed and you jumped out of the sofa when the girl came running downstairs with screams. Mr. and Ms. Field getting up as well. The girl stormed into the room, holding her wrist. – “Mariana what happened?” – the father asked. – “Michael bit me!” – she cried out, showing her finger to her father. Ed and you approached. Ed’s eyes widened at the clear bitemarks around her finger. – “Michael!” – Ms. Field called out angry.

You looked up to the staircase, seeing Michael sit by the railing in clear darkness. No light falling onto that spot. He smiled, yet not with a smile of his own. His shoulders shuddering with laughter. If you focused it was almost as if you could hear an older voice laugh. It was there and then that your suspicions around the boy became clear. He was the cause. Ed helped aid Mariana’s finger with care.

Ed and you went to your hotel nearby. Ed sat by the small table, looking through some notes. – “Ed honey…” – you said worryingly. – “It’s the kid.” – he answered to your surprise. It made you widen your eyes that he was spot on without even hearing your words. He turned round in his chair to you. He took a deep breath. – “I could tell by your reactions something was off. It wasn’t till the bite, that I pinned two and two together.” – he said, getting up to join you on the bed. – “Ed darling, I think we aren’t talking about some silly hauntings anymore.” – you spoke with concern.

He nodded, brushing his thumb against your cheek. –“I know…I believe we are at demonic possessions.” – he sighed out, wishing it hadn’t been true. You took his hand, rubbing your fingers smoothly over his skin. Ed and you crawled into bed, giving each other a goodnight kiss. You turned to the side as Ed wrapped his arms around you. Snuggling very close to you. – “Good night darling.” – he mumbled falling half asleep.

“Good night…” – you whispered, staring right in front of you. The darkness in the hotel room gave you an eerie feeling. As if you were to expect something. Aware of your own heart beating loudly in your ear. Taking your cross necklace in your hand, you finally closed your eyes.

Somewhere in the night, you were tossing and turning your head on your pillow. Laying on your back. Ed’s arms nowhere around you. A sense of frightens crawling up to you. Starting from the toes up till your shoulders. Like long fingers it stretched over your body with the slightest of tingle. Your hand plopped to the side. Brows furrowing together in your sleep as you felt something wet. It was sticky as it wettened the back of your hand. It made you widen your eyes. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand up to your eyes.

Yet it was too dark to distinguish what it was. Bringing your hand even closer to you, you took a sniff. Eyes widening at the familiar smell of blood. In a panic, you tossed over, fidgeting to turn on the nightlamp. In a second lighted the hotel room up. The wetness on your hand suddenly clear. The red stain staring luringly back at you. It was dark and seemed fresh. Furrowing your brows once more, you felt a wetness by your side. Staining your nightgown. You looked to the side; a scream caught in your throat. It trapped itself deep down your throat. Blooded hand moved trembling to your mouth upon the horrors.

Eyes were widened so far it hurt your eye muscles. You wanted to scream, cry, vomit at the sight. Ed. Your dear Ed, laying lifeless beside you. His throat slit, laying in a pool of his own blood. Body shuddered as a scream found it’s way out. A cry in pure agony. You grabbed Ed’s shoulders, pulling at him. – “Ed!” – you cried out in a panic. – “No…no please… don’t leave me! I need you Ed!” – you screamed, tears streaming down your face.

His eyes flashed open. Pure as white making you jump back. Eyes snapped open, making you look to the side. A sigh of relief hitting you as you saw your husband breathing peacefully with his face towards you. It was but a dream…no not a dream, a nightmare. You shot up, needing a moment to process the dream that felt so vivid. You screamed again, seeing the little boy stand in your hotel room, surrounded by darkness. His white teeth reflecting through the darkness.

Eyes widening, you shot awake with a loud gasp. Having risen from your sleeping position. Ed shot awake as well. – “Y/n! what’s wrong?” – he immediately stood in defense mode, looking around. You were panting. Sweat dripping down your back and neck. You looked at Ed, bursting in tears. He wrapped his arms around you, cherishing you. – “It is alright… whatever you saw it is gone…” – he told you, tightening his grip around you.

You kept crying, pinching Ed in his cheek. – “Au.” – he called out humorously. – “What was that for?” – he asked. – “To be certain you are real.” – you responded. – “I am real.” – he said seeing how scared you were. You laid your head against his chest, snuggling up to him. How was this possible? You thought for sure you had already woken up… twice. Could it be? A dream within a dream?

The next morning you were wary to go back inside the house and be confronted with the child. There was no doubt it somehow tried to scare you. You staid close to your husband while he swept the house with his device. You followed him around like a stray pup rewarded with treats. Ed and you were in Michael’s bedroom. Ed knelt down by the bed as he let his device sweep over the matrass. – “Are you searching for ghosts?” – you turned your head seeing Mariana stand in the doorway. Ed turned to look worriedly up to you. – “I know what you are.” – she said staying in the doorway.

“Can…can you rid my brother of this evil?” – she asked fumbling with her hands. Ed and you looked at each other as he slowly rose. – “That… that isn’t my brother anymore. He’s different. I can feel it. He’s scary…” – Mariana confessed. – “He should’ve never…” – her lip started to tremble. – “I told him to leave it… but he wouldn’t listen…” – she cried out desperately. – “What? What did you tell him Mariana?” – Ed asked curiously. – “The token.” – she whimpered out.

You rushed over to her, calming her. You looked worriedly over at Ed. Ed nodded agreeing with you. – “Tell me about this token Mariana.” – you asked brushing her hair back. Mariana shuddered with tears. – “It was… round… hay woven around it as it stuck out at several points… like a star.”- she explained. – “It…it had some hairs woven between the hay… hair with red tips…” – she continued.

Ed looked frantically at you. – “Where did you find this?” – he asked. Mariana moved a trembling finger at the window. Making Ed and you look. – “The well.” – she said shaking. – “Show us.” – Ed demanded gently. You helped Mariana up to her feet. The three of you went downstairs to the front door. Mariana guided you around the house, far onto the property. By an old willow tree stood indeed a stone well. The leaves of the willow rustling carelessly in the absence of wind. Mariana came to a sudden halt, not wanting to come any closer.

Ed approached the well as you staid by Mariana’s side. – “Y/n, come!” – he called out. You let go of Mariana, giving her an encouraging nod before joining your husband. – “It’s boarded up.” – he told you. The pit of the well was indeed boarded up with wooden planks. –“Father did it!” – Mariana called out. – “After Michael had fallen in.” – Ed hummed loud. – “How could anyone have fallen in?” – you whispered to him. – “Unless something lured him in?” – Ed added thoughtfully. – “We have to open this up.” – he said as you put a stop to him.

“Are you certain? Perhaps things are best left untouched. We do not want to open Pandora’s box.” – you responded with concern. Ed placed a warm hand on yours that laid on his arm. – “Darling, we must… to understand Pandora’s box, we must open it.” – he said. You exhaled deep, taking a step back. – “Where is the shed?” – he asked Mariana. She pointed at the side as Ed made his way over to it. You staid with Mariana, moving your arm around her. – “What are you doing?”

You gasped spinning around. Eyes widening at Michael near you. He tilted his head to the side, looking past you to the well. He narrowed his eyes at you. – “Michael…” – you said eyeing the shed. He turned his head, seeing Ed come out of the shed holding a sledgehammer. His eyes widened. – “No!” – a loud voice came through, not sounding like his. You gasped when Michael ran up to you with claw like hands. He grabbed you firmly pushing you up against the well.

Your back arched when you hovered over the wooden planks. Michael grabbing you firmly. His face contracted with pure anger. He started shouting and cursing in a language you did not understand. His eyes darkened as for a moment you saw his face physically take on another shape. Something monstrous. It made you scream loud as it tried to keep pushing you onto the wooden planks, so you’d break through and fall. Mariana was screaming and crying.

It kept raging on, black goriness dripping down his mouth. You kept shaking your head to not have it fall onto your lips. – “Y/n!” – Ed screamed out, running over to you. He knocked Michael in the back with the handle of the sledgehammer. His grip faltered on you. Ed grabbed your arm, pulling you off the well. – “Are you alright love?” – he asked holding your hand firmly. You nodded shaken. Ed furrowed his brows, wiping some blackness of your cheek.

You wrapped your arms around him. Ed looked concerned down at Michael unconscious. The claim was firm on him. It wouldn’t be an easy job to release Michael from the demon taking possession of him. Ed kissed your cheek; glad you are unharmed. For that was his biggest worry. If you had fallen through the wooden planks, you could’ve broken your neck and lie dead at the bottom.

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SPOTIFY CHARACTER PLAYLISTS

I will be making spotify playlists for characters, of course you can comment characters or songs to add!!!

MICHAEL GAVEY

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years

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See You Very Soon

Panic arises between Father Paul and you once you learn the dioceses could transfer him elsewhere. Established relationship. This might be one of most (if not the most) angstiest pieces I’ve ever written (if you can even call it that). A happy ending and lots of comfort is a must. Enjoy <3

See You Very Soon - 4K

tw: slight angst, crying, suggestive themes (mentioned)

Father Paul Hill was usually able to keep his cool where other people would lose their minds. This was important in his line of work as a priest. He needed to be calm, patient, compassionate and always kind. And to everyone on Crockett Island he was just that. However, now there was a storm of emotions swelling within him, like a hurricane they shook him and made his carefully built up calmness crack and crumble. His palms were sweating and a slight dizziness began setting in his head. He knocked upon the wood of your front door and waited.

Having a secret relationship with the local priest was just that - very much a secret. There was some thrill to it, quiet kisses stolen on the beach or in the woods, tender soft words spoken in the silence of Saint Patrick's, lustful moments spent wherever you wouldn't get caught - and occasionally somewhere where getting caught was a real danger. The secrecy of it wasn't that hard to bear, because two people actually did know; your best friend Erin and, to some extent, Riley Flynn. Erin hadn't told him, you knew as much, one day Father Paul casually mentioned that Riley knew. And that he was particularly sassy about it during one of the meetings Joe didn't attend, poking fun at the priest, yet promising to keep the secret. All in all, the relationship was mature, filled with mutual love and respect and built upon a strong base of trust, honesty, understanding and friendship. You were absolutely able to imagine yourself spending the rest of your life by this man's side, helping to guide him and let him guide you. Even though it meant that you would forever need to remain a secret. No wedding, no sound of little feet running around. But you held no regrets - all you needed was the priest and his love.

It was a sunny afternoon and your windows were left open to let the crisp sea air in. You smiled when your gaze fell upon your beloved through the window, your heart filling with delight immediately. Your joy was short-lived though. Even at such a distance you could see Father Paul had a worried line between his expressive eyebrows and a sense of urgency about him. You were standing by the door before he reached it and opened it in the blink of an eye after his last knock. He walked past you quickly, deep in thought, apparently, chewing the inside of his cheek as he often did. He still wouldn't look at you and you grew more and more worried by the second. He had that effect, his emotions so deep and overwhelming you found yourself experiencing them with him. You came forward slowly, as if approaching a frightened animal. "Paul?" your hands slowly touched his forearms and moved up until settling on his shoulders, "what's wrong, my love?" The priest finally looked at you, his eyes unreadable. "I-I um..." he finally spoke, voice uncertain, "I received a call from the dioceses. The nursing home where Monsignor Pruitt currently resides finally sent them his full examination and final conclusion, which confirms that the Monsignor is no longer able to carry out his duty as a priest."

You listened to him intently, not quite grasping why would that upset him so: "Well, and what does that exactly mean? For you, that is?" Father Paul took a deep breath and seemed to wilt before your very eyes. His eyes lifted again to meet yours: "It means that he's no longer the parish priest of Saint Patrick's. The church will need a new priest... And I was put here as Monsignor Pruitt's substitute while he was recovering. Now, since he's been relieved of his duties, it could mean..." Paul's lip shook and his eyes glistened. You didn't say anything. You couldn't if you tried, really, the implications were strong but unthinkable. "I don't automatically become this parish's priest just because I currently serve here. They have the right to find someone else entirely for the post here. They could make me... leave." Hearing these words made you feel like you were a tower hit by a trebuchet fired stone. You trembled, your hands on his shoulders subconsciously squeezing him so hard your knuckles went white and your eyes spilled. However, you refused to give up. There had to be something you could do! "And..." you swallowed hard, "you don't have a say in it? You can't, I don't know, volunteer?" Paul was now holding you around your waist, hanging onto you like a thread saving him from falling down into the abyss. "O-of course I can apply for the position, but if they really need me someplace else, or they find someone better suited... there is nothing I can do about it." "But there's nobody better suited!" you called out desperately, startling the man, "the people here trust you, they adore you! And they need you! You're their spiritual leader, not some seasonal job hired help!"

You were getting more and more upset, tears streaming down your flushed face like salty rivers and your voice broke with sobs. Paul now embraced you fully and made soft shushing noises in an attempt to calm you down. And after the longest while, during which you cried silently into his strong chest, he succeeded. "W-when... when w-will you be m-meeting them?" you asked, your voice hoarse and shaking. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his cheeks cold and wet from his own tears, yet he spoke steadily, almost monotonically: "Tomorrow. I'm catching the Breeze in the morning. Bev, of course, knows and mass will be cancelled." "I'll come with you," you sniffled meekly, your fingers grabbing at his shirt desperately. "No." he said firmly, startling you a little. He pulled away to look into your eyes, his own were red and puffy. "No," he said again, softer this time, "it's going to be nerve wracking enough... I don't want to put you through it too. Stay here and try not to think about it. If there's anything I truly hate, it's knowing that you're sad." He wiped a single tear off your cheek with his thumb.

You lifted your face and held his own in your hands. You tried to tell him everything you felt for him with your eyes and he seemed to understand, for his lips suddenly captured yours in a hungry kiss. The kiss said what words could never properly formulate, the deepest, most basic and carnal feelings that bound you two together. You made love the entire night, desperate in your movements, as if it was to be the last time, as if trying to take absolutely everything the other had to offer.

When you woke up in the morning, he was gone and his side of the bed was cold. Your eyes still stung from crying, which you did all throughout your lovemaking, sorrowful tears mixed with heavenly pleasure and burning love. It was only 7 o'clock. You sat up in your bed and fisted the sheets in frustration. Finally, you got up and quickly began dressing yourself, determined to make it to the harbour before Sea Breeze sailed towards the mainland. The morning was rather cold and you foregone putting a jacket on in your hurry, but no chill could reach you. You ran as fast as your own feet would take you, the gravel crackling underneath with each step. Finally you saw the piers, the various fishing boats, big and small and in the centre of them was Breeze, its engine rumbling and with people climbing aboard. One of them was a tall man with jet black hair and he was currently talking to Sturge in front of the ferry. "Paul!" you called , voice still hoarse. His head snapped to you and you could see him gesticulating at the bearded man before he swiftly ran to where you stood. Instinctively, you ducked behind some tall crates and waited for him.

"What are you doing?" asked Paul when he joined you there, "I told you I’d rather you stayed here." Having stopped running, you suddenly felt cold and crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to preserve your body's heat: "I know and I will, but... y-you didn't even say goodbye." Paul hurriedly took off his jacket to drape it over your bare shoulders. "I couldn't," he admitted then, "the idea of saying goodbye to you considering the situation... I just couldn't." You touched his cool cheek with your hand. "Let's not say 'goodbye' then. Let's just say...'' you thought for a bit, "let's say 'see you soon'. 'See you very soon'." The priest swallowed and closed his eyes, nodding once. You returned his jacket and kissed him deeply. "Uh, Father Paul!" sounded a loud voice, making the two of you part immediately. "Father, we need to go, the ferry should have left five minutes ago!" Your lover gave you one final look, making you feel absolutely seen in every aspect of your existence. "See you very soon."

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You walked back towards your home slowly, and despite shaking like a leaf from the cold, you took the longer route, through the wooded areas. What was to become of you if the dioceses truly decided to send Paul away. What would you do? You could follow him; but that would mean leaving this island, maybe forever. Leaving the people you grew so fond of, and leaving Erin of all people! How could you ever do that to her? And what if you did follow Paul and you turned up in some community of Bev-like fanatics with eyes everywhere. If they put two and two together, with their new pastor spending suspicious amounts of time with a newcomer young woman, it could ruin him. It could wreck his entire career as God's servant. And you couldn't do that to him either, you could never. Yes, he was breaking his celibacy vows with you, but he was otherwise made to be a priest and he fulfilled his duties masterfully. There were folks who observed themselves as broken beyond repair, doomed to forever live in despair. They weren't like that to Father Paul Hill. To him, nobody was beyond repair, nobody was doomed, and everybody deserved his help if they asked for it. He was an amazing person who went out of his way to help people, and part of the reason he was able to do that was his position as a spiritual leader. If you rid the world of that, if you rid him of that, you'd never be able to forgive yourself.

What if you stayed and he left? Would that mean your entire relationship was over? Or would you attempt to keep it long-distance? How often would you be able to visit him, once a week? A fortnight? Once a month? What if he was moved to the other end of the country? Writing paid well, but not nearly well enough for you to be able to afford tickets across the whole of the USA every week. What if - and you froze in your tracks - what if he met someone? What if he met someone... better than you? Some prettier, smarter girl who'd steal his heart... The idea made weakness rush through you and you sat down upon a nearby boulder, hugging yourself tighter. So cold. Another thought occurred to you, one that made you feel sick with yourself. Because if Paul really did leave and found someone better, you wouldn't be able to be happy for him. No, you hated yourself for it, you felt incredibly selfish, but you wouldn't be able to be happy for him, even if he was happy. At least for a while... For a long while, all you would feel would be agony and jealousy and rage.

You started crying again, sobbing into your cold hands and leaning your forehead against your knees. "Oh dear, what are you doing here, dressed like that?!" came a voice from somewhere to you left, "you're going to catch your death!" You looked for the source of the voice and found Annie. She was merely 15 metres away and walking swiftly towards you. "Oh, oh dear," she said once more, her kind voice filled with worry as she saw your tear-stained cheeks. She approached closer and got to her knee in front of you, putting her warm hands on your knees in a very motherly way: "Get up, sweetie, we need to get you someplace warm." You didn't know why you immediately obeyed, why it didn't even occur to you to protest. It was probably the feeling of maternal safety you got whenever you were in Annie's presence. You got up from the cold boulder, letting the older woman wrap an arm around your shoulders and lead you to her home.

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"I heard your stay on Crockett Island was quite fruitful. Steady growth in attendees of daily and Sunday masses, and the Easter vigil was apparently a big success," Bishop Theodore listed, observing a few pages in front of him, "you also began an AA program, from what I'm told." "Yes," Paul replied. Ever since he parted ways with you, his legs felt unsteady and he was more nervous than he ever was before. Now especially, since the conversation reached the subject of his illness some time ago, and he had to explain that you were a dear friend of his who helped him a lot after he first came on the island. Seeing as you were very much a newcomer too. The bishop accepted this answer without another word. "Now," he put the papers back into a simple thin manilla folder, "there is a church in northern Massachusetts which recently lost their pastor to old age. It's a bigger town and I think you'd do very well there... However, I'd like to ask about your opinion as well. You seemed rather unwell ever since you stepped over the threshold." The younger priest blinked and fiddled with his hands in his lap.

"Yes, I'd... is there any chance I'd be able to remain on Crockett Island?" he asked, finally looking directly at Theodore. "Stay on Crockett?" the older man asked, surprised, "but it's such a small place, with so few people. To be quite honest, I half expected to find a priest here who would only venture there to serve Sunday mass. Why would you want to stay there? In Massachusetts, you could grow as a priest, maybe you could even become a bishop yourself, someday." Father Paul swallowed and took a deep breath: "I know. But... that's not what I want. I've grown... used to Crockett Island and I can't just leave the people. They became my neighbours and friends. They were used to having Monsignor Pruitt there everyday, not only on Sunday, he was their spiritual leader for, what, 50 years? And they got used to me too, now," he leaned forward on his chair to rest his elbows on his thighs, "I still have responsibilities to them. I have to continue leading them in Christ, I have to carry on with the AA program. I need to be available to them when they need me. It's my duty not only as a priest, but also as a good Christian."

The bishop looked at him with his baby blue bespeckled eyes, observing the young pastor curiously. "Please, Excellency," Paul looked up and held his gaze, "let me stay on Crockett Island." There was silence, disturbed only by the steady ticking of a massive grandfather clock. Paul could have screamed, and he could've begged and he'd probably give anything to be able to escape his superior's piercing gaze. But then, in a moment which engraved itself into Paul's memory forever, the older man smiled warmly at him. "Very well then," he said only, "if you really do wish to take on the full responsibility of being this parish's priest permanently, so be it. We'll have to go over a few things then, though." A mountain fell from Father Paul Hill's shoulders.

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You sat at the Flynn family home, a warm knitted blanket resting over your shoulders and a cup of hot tea in your still cold hands. You felt incredibly stupid, but also strangely numb. Annie sat opposite of you, looking at you questioningly, but not prying. Only when she realised you wouldn't spill your beans on your own did she finally speak: "Is this about Father Paul, dear?" Your eyes widened in shock and you almost heard a record scratch in your head. "What," you said eloquently. "Oh you know, are you having problems? Did you have an argument, maybe?" You couldn't believe your own ears. Annie Flynn (whom you definitely haven't told of your relationship with the local priest) was casually asking whether the two of you had a domestic. Still, you tried to deny: "I-I don't really know what you're talking about, Annie." The woman just chuckled and rolled her eyes, as if this entire situation was just one big joke and you were being cheeky with her. "Oh, come now, sweetie!" Your cheeks took on a light shade of crimson and you suddenly felt too hot.

"Father Paul and I, we are-.... we're fond of each other." you said quietly, as if the entire Island could hear you, "and the fondness goes beyond friendship." You were terrified of looking at Annie and seeing her disappointed face, you were so afraid of what she's going to tell you. But instead of some deeply disapproving retort or maybe even an insult, a gentle hand landed under your chin instead, lifting it. There was no disappointed look on Annie's beautiful face, there was no frown, no knitted eyebrows. Instead, Annie Flynn was smiling at you, comfortingly, warmly. Your rapid heartbeat slowed down and your black thoughts started to dissolve like salt in hot water. Saint of a woman, she was. "I know," Annie said only. You still questioned her with your gaze, wanting to know how she found out. She chuckled again and stroked your cheek: "I had my suspicions for a while. I only knew for sure a week ago." You searched through your brain for any moment spent with Annie in the last week when you might've let something slip. "I went to meet Ed for lunch. He was on his own for the day, so we figured we could make it a little romantic. And then I pass this small hidden beach and what do I see? Someone's already being romantic here!"

"Oh my goodness..." you let your head fall into your hands. You knew exactly what Annie was talking about. Back then, you and Paul agreed that Sex On a Beach was a fine drink and a great thing, but not quite in broad delight, and most definitely not without at least a picnic blanket, lest you brink the Beach back home with you. And thank god for that, because it meant you and Father Paul were merely engaging in languid snogging right when Annie must have accidentally seen you. She actually laughed at your horror-stricken face. "How- how can you be so fine with this? I mean, you're basically a saint, and I... He's a priest, and h-his vows... I thought you'd be angry with me."

The older woman shook her head: "These things happen, (F/N), way more often than you'd think. When I was young there was a rumour that even Monsignor Pruitt... well, anyway, it doesn't change anything. You're both lovely people and you've got a lot in common. And even though he's a clergyman, the two of you are still very much humans. He's still a wonderful pastor who does his work dutifully, and you're still a dear friend who's always ready to offer a helping hand, and I'm not judging either of you. It's a happiness that harms no one." You listened to Annie's kind voice, feeling more and more at ease with every word. Still: "But it's a sin." "Perhaps," she admitted, "everybody sins. I too sin. So does my husband and my boys. And the entire island. If your greatest sin is love for another person, I think god might just be willing to turn a blind eye to it."

You couldn't help it, you had to grin. But as you sat with her in silence, the dark fear of losing Father Paul came back. "But I'm afraid I'll lose him," you conceded, "I'm afraid they'll send him to another parish, far away, and I won't be able to follow." "Is that why you were crying earlier, dear?" You didn't answer immediately. "It's just... I've had a few...boyfriends over the years, but I feel like what I felt for them wasn't a thousandth of what I feel for Paul. I was very fond of them, but I've never been so utterly terrified of losing them." Annie smiled but said no more.

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You spent the entire day at the Flynn house, helping Annie with various household chores, aiding her in preparation of dinner. Warren came home from school, then disappeared for some time again, presumably with his friends. Or maybe Leeza. Ed, Riley and Erin also joined you. Right when almost everyone sat down at the dinner table, there came a knock from the door. Seeing as you were the only one still standing, you went to answer. Your eyes widened in surprise when they landed on Father Paul Hill. "Hi. How did you know where I am?" you asked softly and joined him outside, closing the door behind you. "Annie sent me a text," he explained, patting the pocket of his jacket which contained his phone. "Can we talk?" he asked and took a hold of your hand. You let him lead you by the side of the house, away from the streetlight and into the dark backyard of Annie and Ed's home. He sat down with you then, so you were facing the sea, not letting go of your hand for a single moment. "So... how did it go?" you asked, uncertain once more, but trying to make your voice sound neutral. "Bad," replied the priest in a strange voice, "horrible, really. (F/N), Angel, prepare for the worst." Your heart sank and you felt fresh tears already fighting their way out.

"Oh god, Paul!" you sighed shakily, but didn't manage to get another word out, because: "Yes, it seems you won't be getting rid of me after all, and this time it's permanent." You gasped and stared at him in utter bewilderment. You recovered quickly though: "You! Utter! Git!" you punctuated each word with a light slap to his chest. He had the absolute audacity to giggle, and while it was a beautiful sound to hear, you weren't quite ready to forgive him just yet. "Don't you dare laugh at me, I was bloody terrified!" You stopped hitting him and instead left your hands on his chest and rested your head on his shoulder. "I know, I'm sorry," he said quietly, stroking up and down your back. You breathed him in, he smelled like the sea and incense and something that was so uniquely him, and you were getting high on this scent. His hand then ventured up the back of your neck and into your hair, and he gently made you pull away. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." And then Father Paul Hill crashed his lips against yours with reckless abandon, making you moan into the kiss and open your mouth. Your teeth clashed and tongues met, and you held onto your beloved as you let your upper body lean back until it hit the ground. He could only follow and soon he was above you, not having parted from your lips for a single second.

You supposed you could forgive him.

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"They're kissing," said Ed, covertly peeking out of the window. "Yeah," replied Warren in between bites, "they do that a lot." His family turned to face him, surprised looks on their faces. "How would you know?" asked Annie, who was surprised the only member of her family who genuinely had no idea of the relationship between the local priest and you had been her husband. "I can never take Leeza anywhere, they're always in the best spots!" This retort earned him a disapproving look from his father, but an amused chuckle from everyone else.

I hoped you enjoyed reading! As always, you can check this story and the entire series on AO3. I’m a huge sucker for reviews, they always lift my spirits <3

#midnight mass #midnight mass fanfiction #reader insert #father paul #father paul hill #father paul x reader #father paul x you #father paul hill x reader #annie flynn #warren flynn #ed flynn #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #fluff

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hotmessteaparty · 11 months

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WIP Music Monday

The rules : Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it.

I was tagged by my beloved girl @josephseedismyfather and I gotta tell you I am really excited to do this! Especially since music is a big point for all my fics 😁 so I'm following her lead and also post the lyrics to my different stories.

As always no pressure to do this tag, this is just for fun ❤️ I'm tagging @blaze13full @writermml @jasonsnowwhitebrody @insanityofvaas @merryandrewsworld @michaelmandog @thirdstreetmangos

For The Lost Souls - Prequel to Narcotic (Vaas Montenegro background story)

You've never been a sinner, maybe you're not the only one

The world it won't be shaking and burning on that day when you're gone

You'll never see the things that you've been dreaming of

As long as you are bound to all these empty words

They're calling you a sinner

Since the day you're born

And wrote it in your mind

But still you've got a chance to turn

Or live a lie

Narcotic - Vaason FF

So you face it with a smile

There is no need to cry

For a trifle's more than this

Will you still recall my name?

And the month it all began

Will you release me with a kiss

Have I tried to draw the veil?

If I have how could I fail

Did I fear the consequence?

Dazed by careless words

Cosy in my mind

I don't mind

I think so

I will let you go

I don't mind

I think so

I will let you go

Now you shaped that liquid wax

Fit it out with crater cracks

Sweet devotion, my delight

Oh, you're such a pretty one

And the naked thrills of flesh and skin

Would tease me through the night

Now I hate to leave you bare

If you need me I'll be there

Don't you ever let me down

Dazed by careless words

Cosy in my mind

I don't mind

I think so

I will let you go

I don't mind

I think so

I will let you go

And I touched your face

Narcotic mind from lazed Mary Jane

And I called your name

Like an addicted to cocaine

Calls for the stuff he'd rather blame

And I touched your face

Narcotic mind from lazed Mary Jane

And I called your name

My cocaine

In The Room Where You Sleep - Unposted Ed x Lorraine FF

I saw something sitting on your bed

I saw something touching your head

And in the room where you sleep

In the room where you sleep

Where you sleep

You better run

You better hide

There's something in the shadows

In the corner of your room

A dark heart is beating and waiting for you

There is no open window, but the floors still creep

In the room where you sleep

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doormatty3 · 5 months

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Sinner's Salvation: Chapter 2 (Ed Warren x Reader)

Masterlist Ao3

Summary:

[Ed Warren x Female Reader] [Ed Warren x You] You don't believe in the supernatural and superstition. Witchcraft and demonic occurrences are nothing but quackery to you. But when the room starts spinning, days start blurring into each other and shadows start dancing in every corner you wonder what is wrong with you. No doctor can tell you more about your condition - each and every one is insisting that you are fine and perfectly healthy. Seeking alternative help, you stumble across Ed and Lorraine Warren. They promise to help you, rid you of the demon that has taken hold of you - to drive it out. But you didn’t know what you signed up for and what an exorcism by Ed Warren entails. OR: Ed shows you how well he can possess your body - and your cunt

Wordcount: 12055

Chapter: 2/2 (Chapter 1)

Warnings: 18+, fingering, facefucking, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding, dubious consent, spanking, improper use of catholic rituals, church sex, rough oral sex

A/N: Well, that’s my ticket to hell for defiling church stuff - if my soul can be saved I’d happily let Patrick Wilson exorcise me

Previous Chapter

CHAPTER 2

A weight settles in your chest as you gaze upon the imposing facade of the Warrens’ house. It feels surreal, as if the reality of being here now is a fragile dream.

In the glow of a well-lit yard, your attention is drawn to a chicken coop, complete with a nestled henhouse and a bustling assembly of a dozen or so chickens. The surroundings reveal a sizable and inviting house, adorned with the quaint charm of a small chapel adjacent to the garden.

After a moment’s hesitation, you press the doorbell, the sound resonating through the stillness. A few heartbeats later, Lorraine swings the door open, a beacon of warmth and smiles. A radiant figure framed by the doorway, her eyes alight with a newfound calmness that seems to have settled since the lecture. The weight of the outside world appears to have dissipated, replaced by a sense of ease that only home can bring. Her long brown hair cascades freely around her shoulders, a tangible reflection of the comfort found within these walls.

“Hey there! You made it,” Lorraine exclaims, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

“Yeah, it’s... it’s really something,” you reply, still taking in the grandeur of the place as you try to calm your nerves.

Lorraine chuckles, seeing right through you: “Well, come on in, Ed’s waiting inside! I’ve got some fresh tea ready in the kitchen.”

The creaking wooden floor beneath your feet echoes when you step over the threshold. The air carries a timeless quality, and the scent of well-maintained woodwork envelops you, adding to the charm of the old house.

Glancing around, you observe the meticulous care evident in every nook and cranny. The cleanliness of the space speaks of dedicated upkeep, preserving the essence of the dwelling. The walls are adorned with a collection of pictures and paintings.

Upon closer inspection, you discover that the signature on each painting reads Ed Warren.

Lorraine notices your intrigued gaze and smiles, “Ed loves to capture moments and emotions on canvas.”

The images and brushstrokes weave a narrative of the Warrens’ interests, adding depth to the character of the house. Each stroke of the brush tells a story, and within the confines of those well-kept walls, and you can’t help but imagine Ed sitting in his studio, painting for hours. Would his brow furrow in concentration as his big hands paint such delicate things?

Lorraine leads you into the kitchen and you sense Ed’s gaze on you before you actually see him. Turning around, you find him seated at the kitchen table, a newspaper in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. His gaze is studying you intensely, magnified by the large glasses that obscure his eyes.

His eyes, perceptive and playful, travel down the length of your body before meeting your eyes again, a playful smirk gracing his full lips. The gesture leaves you flustered and shortly rendered breathless.

The room seems to grow warmer as you become acutely aware that Lorraine is watching your interaction, her keen eyes capturing the nuances of the unfolding situation.

Lorraine, her face still reflecting worry, chimes in: “We’ve been looking forward to having you here. Is everything all right? You seem a bit off.”

You attempt a reassuring smile: “Just a headache, nothing major. Must be the change in weather.”

But even as the words leave your lips, you sense they see through the facade.

“Well, we can't have our guest in distress. Perhaps a cup of tea will help ease that headache. Come, sit down”, Ed, ever perceptive, raises an eyebrow.

He rises from his seat with a deliberate grace, pulling a chair out with a courteous gesture. As you lower yourself into the seat, he subtly guides it in, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. Through the thick fabric of your sweater, you feel the warmth of his touch.

“Make yourself comfortable, ” Ed says with a smile and a wink before walking away and sitting down opposite you, next to Lorraine.

Lorraine, with a caring demeanour, inquires further: “Have you experienced anything unusual lately? Dreams, strange occurrences, perhaps?”

You hesitate before answering: “Actually, there have been some strange dreams, and a few odd happenings. That’s partly why I took you up on your offer.”

Ed nods knowingly: “The supernatural has a way of making its presence known. We’re here to help, and we appreciate your trust in us.”

You delve into the details, your words weaving a tapestry of the dream’s vivid imagery.

“I..thought I was awake. I was sitting at my computer when I heard the sound of the front door opening. Given the day I had, I dismissed it as just another product of my imagination. However, curiosity got the better of me, and when I investigated, I saw that the door was open. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and started to search the rooms. There was someone in the living room, I pleaded for them to leave, but... the figure charged at me. Without conscious thought, I stabbed the stranger. I was so disgusted and horrified by what I had done but… “

Lorraine listens intently, her eyes reflecting empathy. “Go on,” she encourages.

“But I reached for the knife lodged in the stranger's stomach and pulled it out. And I stabbed them again. And again. And I couldn’t stop. It was only when I removed the hood that I realised it was me, but not really me.”

As you recount the vivid dream that haunts your thoughts, tears well in your eyes and a heavy silence settles over the kitchen. Ed and Lorraine exchange a glance, their expressions turning serious, mirroring the gravity of your revelation.

Ed leans back, contemplating your words: “Dreams often manifest our internal struggles, the battle between conflicting emotions or aspects of our psyche. This self-inflicted act might be a symbolic attempt to confront and overcome a challenging part of yourself.”

Lorraine, her expression empathetic, adds: “They can be a mirror to our subconscious, reflecting what we might not be fully aware of during waking hours. Understanding their symbolism can be a key to unravelling the mysteries within. What emotions did you experience during the dream?”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts: “It was surreal, a mix of fear and confusion and just uncontrollable frenzy. It was as if I wasn’t myself. I feel - feel- so guilty…”

“It isn’t only the dreams, right?”, Lorraine looks at you as if she sees through you, “It’s also the headaches and the feeling of another presence?”

Lorraine's inquiry hangs in the air, and as she mentions the possibility of a lingering presence, a sudden surge of pain grips your head. Shadows dance in your vision, an unsettling display that feels akin to a lightning strike. Instinctively, you close your eyes, attempting to shield yourself from the overwhelming sensations.

Concerned murmurs from Lorraine and Ed surround you, their worry palpable. Ed, quick to respond, rises and kneels before you. His hand rests on your thigh, warmth seeping through, a comforting touch amid the storm within.

Despite the pain, there’s an unexpected allure in the strength of Ed’s presence. His voice, deep and reassuring, coaxes you to open your eyes. As you comply, the pain begins to recede, replaced by a sense of calm emanating from his reassuring presence. The room, once flickering with shadows, gradually steadies.

Ed, still kneeling, his gaze steady, asks gently: “Can you tell us more about this presence? Understanding its nature might be the key to understand these distressing episodes.”

Lorraine, her concern etched on her features, leans in: “We’ve encountered various entities in our work, and understanding their nature is crucial. Can you describe the feeling accompanying this presence? Any specific details or sensations?”

You take a deep breath, attempting to articulate the ineffable: “It’s like a heaviness in the air, a feeling of being watched even when I’m alone. Sometimes, there are fleeting glimpses of shadows, shapes that vanish when I try to focus on them. It’s been escalating, and with each occurrence, this headache intensifies.”

“It sounds like you're attuned to something beyond the ordinary. These manifestations might be a manifestation of psychic sensitivity, and we're here to help you navigate through it”, Ed’s hand still remains on your thigh, a grounding force.

As Ed’s hand gently leaves your leg, the warmth and reassurance it provided dissipated, leaving an emptiness that resonated within you. Rising from his previous position, Ed chooses a spot next to you.

Lorraine, sensing the shift in dynamics, delicately broached the subject, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow.

“Are you feeling alright?”, she inquires, her voice carrying a blend of empathy and curiosity.

You brush off the significance of Ed’s withdrawal with a nonchalant response: “It’s nothing, I'm fine.” Though the unspoken weight lingers in the air.

Undeterred, Lorraine leanes in, her eyes reflecting a genuine care. “We're here to help; you don’t have to face this alone”, she reassures, her words a lifeline in the sea of unspoken emotions.

As Ed subtly adjusts his position, and your thighs make contact in a dance of unspoken connection. In response, you press against him, not just to maintain the touch but to signify a shared sense of comfort and solace.

Turning your gaze towards Lorraine, you confess: “Perhaps you can offer a different kind of help, one that conventional medicine couldn't provide.”

“I wonder what is wrong with me”, you say, your voice carrying the weight of countless bewildering moments, “every day the room starts to spin, days become an indistinct blur, and shadows dance in every corner.”

Ed leans forward, his concern etched on his face. “That sounds disconcerting, to say the least. Have the doctors given any insights into these symptoms?”, he asks, his inquiry a testament to a genuine desire to understand.

A wistful smile flickers across your face as you respond: “Unfortunately, no doctor has been able to shed light on my condition. It’s baffling; they all insist I’m fine, perfectly healthy, while I feel like I'm unravelling.”

The frustration in your voice is palpable, a poignant reminder of the gaping disparity between the reassurances of the medical professionals and the persistent enigma of your symptoms.

Lorraine, sensing the gravity of the situation, speaks softly: “It must be incredibly challenging. But remember, we’re here for you, even if the answers elude conventional medicine.”

The sincerity in her words weaves a thread of comfort into the room, a fragile but genuine support in the face of the mysterious ordeal you're enduring. And for the first time since your headaches started you feel heard and seen.

Lorraine’s gaze holds a mix of understanding and curiosity as she asks: “Is that why you attended our lecture at the university? Searching for answers beyond what conventional medicine could offer?”

A subtle nod confirms Lorraine’s intuition.

As the ache in your head rekindles, Ed’s intuitive response is instant – a gentle press of his thigh against yours. A wave of warmth engulfs you, not just from the unexpected intimacy but from the acknowledgment of shared moments in this intricate dance of connection.

Turning your gaze to Lorraine, you find her eyes locked onto the point where your limbs connect. There’s a flicker of something in her expression, perhaps recognition or empathy, but certainly not discomfort.

“You may have encountered an inhuman spirit that gained possession of you”, Lorraine tells you gently.

Lorraine's revelation about a potential inhuman spirit leaves you perplexed, prompting Ed to provide clarification. His gaze, tinged with a grave seriousness, meets yours as he explains: “An inhuman spirit is something that has never walked the Earth in human form. It's something demonic.”

The weight of his words settles in the air, and a shiver runs down your spine as the gravity of the situation becomes palpable.

With a knot of uncertainty in your stomach, you ask: “What does that mean for me? What should I do?”

Ed's expression remains solemn, his response measured: “We need to investigate further, understand the nature of this entity. It means we’re facing a force that’s not bound by human constraints. Our priority is to help you, to confront and neutralise this inhuman spirit.”

“You’re not alone in this. We've encountered and triumphed over such entities before. Our combined efforts will guide us through this challenge”, Lorraine adds reassuringly.

Ed’s hand returns to your thigh, a gesture of comfort in the face of the unfolding supernatural challenge. The warmth of his touch, coupled with the gravity of the situation, evokes a subtle blush on your cheeks.

His gaze meets Lorraine’s, his hand a grounding presence on your leg as he proposes: “Lorraine, perhaps we should take her to the chapel.”

There’s a subtle acknowledgment in their shared look, an unspoken understanding that transcends the immediate situation.

You catch Lorraine’s eyes briefly flickering down to where Ed’s hand rests on your thigh. It is a short moment, but it doesn't escape your notice. Her agreement, when it comes, carries both assurance and determination.

A fleeting thought crosses your mind, wondering why Lorraine doesn't address the proximity and the tactile comfort Ed provides. It’s a realisation that, under different circumstances, such closeness might prompt a discussion. Yet, amidst the urgency of the supernatural situation, unspoken boundaries seem to blur, and you find yourself navigating a realm where the paranormal takes precedence over the ordinary.

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Approaching the small chapel nestled discreetly within the verdant grounds of the Warrens' estate, you find yourself captivated by its unassuming exterior. The façade, adorned with ivy and weathered by the passage of time, hints at the hidden sanctuary within. As you step through the entrance, a hushed awe envelops you.

The door, worn with the touch of countless hands seeking solace, opens into a world of quiet grandeur. The interior, a harmonious blend of history and reverence, embraces you with its inviting warmth. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the mesmerizing stained glass windows that adorn the chapel's walls. Each pane is a work of art, depicting scenes of profound spirituality with meticulous craftsmanship.

“Quite a sight, huh?” Ed remarks, his eyes reflecting the appreciation of someone intimately familiar with the mysteries of the divine.

Lorraine, her presence exuding a calm serenity, adds: “The colours in those windows are said to carry the essence of prayers and hopes over the years.”

The soft, diffused light that filters through these intricate creations casts enchanting patterns on the polished wooden pews below. As you move deeper into the chapel, you become aware of the ethereal dance of colors that paint the space. The sunlight, filtered through the kaleidoscope of stained glass, plays upon the floor, creating an ever-shifting mosaic that seems to breathe with life.

The wooden pews bear witness to the passage of time and whisper stories of shared prayers and quiet contemplation.

“Imagine the tales these pews could tell”, Ed says, running his hand along the polished surface, “Joys, sorrows, and moments of quiet reflection—each one etched into the wood.”

The flickering candles, arranged with deliberate care, add another layer to the sacred tableau. The flames dance in harmony, casting a soft, golden glow that kisses the air with a tranquil warmth. Their rhythmic dance is a silent hymn, echoing the sacred stillness that envelops the chapel.

“These candles”, Lorraine observes, “they’ve witnessed the power of faith. Lighting a candle is like sending a silent prayer into the universe.”

The air itself seems imbued with reverence, carrying the intertwined scents of aged wood and the lingering fragrance of consecrated incense.

You marvel at the intricate details that the chapel holds. The walls, adorned with religious artefacts and delicate carvings, hold a silent narrative of faith and devotion.

“This place is a testament to the enduring power of belief”, Ed comments, his eyes scanning the adorned walls, “Every detail speaks of the profound connection between the human spirit and the divine.”

The ceiling, an architectural marvel, arches gracefully overhead, creating a sense of sacred space that transcends the confines of the physical realm.

In this intimate haven, the union of soft light, vibrant colours, and evocative scents creates a sanctuary where your soul finds reprieve.

“It’s a place where the heart finds peace”, Lorraine says softly, her eyes reflecting the wisdom of a life devoted to the mystical, “A refuge for the weary soul, a haven for those seeking a moment of serenity in the tumult of life.”

Ed and Lorraine share a knowing glance, and with a gentle nod, they invite you to join them as they make their way towards the altar. The polished wooden floor echoes with a soft whisper as you follow in their footsteps.

As you approach the altar, the atmosphere seems to shift. The open space surrounding it exudes a sense of sacred gravity. The stained glass windows cast their intricate patterns of light on the altar, creating a celestial backdrop for the ornate religious artifacts that grace the sacred space.

Ed gestures toward a beautifully crafted lectern, its intricate carvings catching the flickering candlelight.

“This is a place where many have stood to share words of solace and wisdom”, he notes, his eyes reflecting a deep respect for the sanctity of the spot.

Lorraine, with a gentle smile, approaches a small arrangement of flowers near the altar: “Sometimes, a simple offering of nature speaks volumes in this sacred space. It’s a reminder of the beauty that exists even in moments of reflection and prayer.”

The altar, adorned with sacred symbols and with candles, becomes a focal point where the convergence of faith and tranquillity is palpable. It's as if the very air around it carries the whispers of countless prayers and the energy of contemplative moments.

“We find solace in these quiet moments”, Ed says, his voice a low murmur that resonates with reverence, “It's a place to connect with something beyond ourselves, to find answers or simply to be in the presence of something greater.”

With a subtle gesture, Lorraine invites you to stand beside them, facing the open space near the altar. The three of you share a moment of silent contemplation, enveloped in the sacred stillness of the chapel. The colors from the stained glass dance on the floor, the candles flicker in harmony, and the air carries the essence of aged wood and incense.

“It’s a sanctuary”, Lorraine whispers, breaking the silence, “A place where the soul can find peace and where the mysteries of the heart can unfold.”

Ed nods in agreement: “Sometimes, in the quiet of this chapel, people discover answers within themselves. It's a journey of the soul, a communion with the divine that transcends words.”

The timeless serenity of the chapel lingers as Ed and Lorraine turn to you, their expressions a blend of reassurance and understanding. Ed’s eyes reflect a genuine warmth, while Lorraine’s serene gaze seems to hold a depth of insight into the unseen.

“Are you ready?”, Ed asks, his voice carrying a comforting weight.

You meet their gazes and, with a nod, convey your readiness to partake in whatever profound experience they have in store. There’s an unspoken trust that bridges the ordinary and the extraordinary, connecting your presence in the chapel to something larger than the moment.

“Good”, Ed says, his voice a steady guide and his eyes locked on yours, “Kneel.”

You swallow dryly, shortly wondering if you understood him correctly. Ed, sensing your confusion just raises one eyebrow, a silent prompt urging you to comply with the task.

With a deep breath, you lower yourself to your knees on the polished chapel floor. The cool surface beneath you grounds you in the physicality of the chapel even as the atmosphere vibrates with unseen currents.

“Now”, Ed continues, his tone carrying a sense of purpose, “close your eyes and let the stillness of this place envelop you. Focus on your breath, on the quiet rhythm of your heartbeat.”

As you comply, the air around you seems to thicken with an almost palpable energy. The flickering candles cast a warm glow through closed eyelids, creating an inner landscape where the boundaries between the material world and the mystical blur.

Lorraine’s voice joins the symphony of the chapel’s sacred silence: “Imagine a connection between your heart and the energy of this place. Feel the threads of the unseen weaving through the fabric of your being.”

Ed’s voice follows, a soothing guide through this meditative journey: “In this sacred space, let your thoughts flow. Allow the chapel to become a vessel, a conduit for the energies that seek to guide and comfort.”

As you delve deeper into the meditative state, a profound sense of tranquility envelops you. The chapel, once a physical space, now feels like a bridge to the spiritual, a conduit for energies that transcend the ordinary.

“Open yourself to any sensations or insights that may come”, Lorraine encourages, her words a gentle prompting.

In the quiet of the chapel, with closed eyes and a receptive heart, you become attuned to the subtle shifts in the environment. The colors behind your eyelids seem to dance in response to energies unseen, and the air carries a charge that resonates with the sacredness of the moment.

As you open your eyes, the vibrant colors of the stained glass windows and the flickering candles greet you with renewed clarity.

“Pray the Pater Noster”, Ed instructs, his voice carrying a weight that transcends the confines of the chapel.

You take a deep breath before you start speaking, in an attempt to collect yourself. It occurs to you that you cannot recall the last time you had to recite the Lord's Prayer and you try your hardest to recall the correct wording from your memory.

As you commence the prayer, your voice resounds in the sacred halls of the chapel: “Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name; Thy kingdom come…thy.”

The unfamiliarity of the setting causes the recitation to stumble, and you find it challenging to regain the rhythm.

“Start again, focus on the words. Let the prayer guide your thoughts”, Ed, patient yet resolute, interjects.

You take a steadying breath and begin anew, the rhythm of the prayer echoing in the chapel’s confines. The flickering candles and the colored hues from the stained glass seem to respond to the spiritual endeavor.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.”

Completing the initial lines, you prepare to resume, but cast your gaze towards Ed.

You notice how his broad silhouette is bathed in the chapel’s ambient light, casting a soft glow on him and accentuating the contours of his features. A breath catches in your throat as you observe the ethereal quality that surrounds him. Mesmerized, you find yourself marveling at how the light plays upon his brown hair, creating an almost transcendent aura.

You open your mouth again to continue praying: “Give us this day our… Give us this day our”

The distraction broke your concentration and your words tumble once again, and Ed intervenes once more.

“Concentrate. Let the prayer flow through you”, he encourages, his voice a calming presence amid the challenge.

As you attempt the Pater Noster once more, the words still elude you, stumbling over your lips like an unfamiliar language. There’s a growing impatience in the air, and you sense Ed’s frustration.

“Start again”, Lorraine interjects, her tone tinged with impatience and a hint of anger at your perceived inability to concentrate. The pressure intensifies, and the chapel, once a sanctuary, becomes a stage for the inner struggle between the earthly and the supernatural.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, thy…”

The failure to recite the prayer triggers a sudden escalation in tension. Without warning, Lorraine steps forward, her frustration boiling over. A sharp, echoing slap reverberates through the chapel as her hand connects with your face.

Stunned silence hangs in the air, the lingering sound of the slap contrasting sharply with the sacred stillness of the chapel. The unexpected act leaves a mark, both physically and metaphorically, in the unfolding drama of supernatural confrontation.

Stunned and cradling your cheek, you feel a wave of fear washing over you. The unexpected slap has left you speechless, grappling with the sudden turn of events.

Lorraine’s voice, now cold and impatient, cuts through the chapel's stillness: “Ed, it seems she has never been properly educated in the way of the Lord.”

The frustration in the chapel intensifies, and Ed’s resolve hardens.

“I’m gonna give you a proper lesson”, he declares, and Lorraine, in agreement, adds an air of authority to the unfolding scene.

Ed instructs you to get up, his demeanour leaving little room for hesitation. The chapel, once a sanctuary, now feels charged with an unsettling tension.

Ed's voice, though firm, holds an edge of frustration.

“This lesson is necessary”, he asserts.

Lorraine, her impatience palpable, adds: “We were hoping for cooperation, not resistance.”

He guides you up to the altar and positions you with a subtle push.

As you bend over the altar, the cold surface presses against your hands, and the weight of the situation becomes tangible. The shift from the warmth and camaraderie earlier to this stern lesson feels disorienting, leaving you questioning the motives behind this abrupt turn.

Despite the overwhelming tension and unease, a fleeting and disconcerting thought crosses your mind. In the midst of this unexpected turn of events, you find yourself reflecting on how, under different circumstances, you might have appreciated being in a situation with someone like Ed.

The complexities of the situation—his firm demeanor, the unexpected discipline, and the palpable energy in the chapel—leave you grappling not only with the supernatural but with a disconcerting undercurrent of conflicting emotions. The boundaries between the earthly and the metaphysical blur in this unsettling chapter of your encounter with the Warrens.

Surprised you let out a gasp when Ed hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and just pulls them down, leaving you in your panties.

“What-?”, confusion taints your voice as you attempt to push yourself up, palms pressing against the smooth surface of the altar. Before you can fully rise, Ed’s strong grip seizes your neck, compelling you back down and firmly holding you in place.

Panic flickers in your mind, a whirlwind of thoughts racing to make sense of this unexpected turn. The cool surface beneath your trembling hands becomes a stark reminder of your vulnerability. Images of the chapel, once a haven, now feel tinged with an unsettling uncertainty. The rhythmic prayer that once echoed in the sacred space is replaced by a disquieting silence.

As you struggle to process the abrupt change, the grip on your neck tightens forcing you to lay completely flat.

Ed bows down, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. Goosebumps rise on your arms as his proximity sends a shiver down your spine. The unexpected closeness heightens the intensity of the moment, leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Let this be a lesson to know your prayers”, Ed’s voice, low and commanding, echoes in the hallowed space.

As Ed speaks, you catch a familiar scent—his cologne, a subtle and intoxicating fragrance that lingers in the air. The scent envelops you, and for a moment, you're intoxicated by its familiarity. Somehow the combination of his nearness, commanding voice, and the alluring aroma arouses you. That whole scenario should not be that hot, you figure, but you can’t help feeling that way so you accept your fate and stop struggling.

Ed pulls back and loosens the grip on your neck, sensing your lack of resistance. As you catch your breath, you instinctively glance toward Lorraine, anticipating disapproval or concern in her eyes. To your surprise, her gaze meets yours, and you find something unexpected—approval and support.

Lorraine opens her mouth, breaking the charged silence, and says: “Start again.”

Her voice, though calm, carries a directive force that commands your attention.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name”, you start, but panic begins to set in your bones as you speak. Your head starts pounding again, the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

Unable to ignore the rising distress, you stop mid-prayer and say: “Look, can I just go, please?”

In the charged silence that follows, you sense the disappointment radiating off Ed behind you before you hear the sound of his disapproval, a quiet clinking of the tongue.

Your heart pounds in your ears as you wait, the seconds stretching into an uneasy silence.

Just as you muster the courage to say something again, you feel Ed’s big palm connecting with your ass. The unexpected impact resonates through the stillness of the chapel.

Surprised you let out a loud yelp as you feel your ass burning from the slap. You cannot believe that Ed just spanked you for messing up the Pater Noster. Arousal pools low in your belly as you feel the warmth radiating of him behind you.

You notice Ed’s strong hand caressing over the just-hit place to soothe the pain. Part of you wants to say something, but you are completely overwhelmed by the unusual sequence of events.

“Start again”, Lorraine’s voice sounds clear through the chapel, and your head snaps up to look at her form. Lorraine looks at you expectantly, her gaze carrying an unspoken command. Overwhelmed and reluctant to face the potential repercussions, you submit.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven”, you gulp nervously before continuing, “Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses…as… as”

As the words falter once more, Ed’s hand makes contact with your ass once again and you cannot fully surpress the whine that escapes your mouth. This time it feels like his fingers linger longer on the globes of your behind leaving a hot trace that makes you squirm involuntarily.

“Again”, Ed’s order cuts through your thoughts, his voice sounding more gravely and deeper as it resonates through the chapel and his hand still ghosts over your ass.

That should not be that hot you think, trying to rationalize the conflicting emotions. But you cannot ignore the warmth and dominance that Ed radiates behind you. You cannot ignore the way his hand softly kneeds the skin of your ass while he waits for you to continue.

The entire situation strikes you as bizarre, and you find yourself questioning the authenticity of the footage they showed at the university. No one explicitly mentioned an exorcism, but the proximity and personal nature of Ed’s actions leave you wondering about the true nature of the spiritual encounter.

Under any other circumstances you’d be very willing - downright happy - to fall to your knees for him, but here in a chapel that just feels wrong and out of place. And not to mention that he is married and Lorraine is watching you.

Ed withdraws the hand on your ass and steps back a bit, only keeping control over you by his other hand on your back. He denies you any further physical contact and a plaintive whine espaces you, yearning for more touch as you lie bent over the altar in the dimly lit chapel.

Your senses are dulled and shrouded by a curtain of pleasure as your head and mind are in a blissful silence.

Lorraine says something to Ed but her words become distant echos, lost amid the overwhelming sensations. You watch through a haze as she steps forward towards her husband, handing him a big, leather clad bible. Mesmerised you marvel at the way his arm and back flexes when takes the book.

In a tense moment, Lorraine’s voice cuts through the sacred air and you hear the words but cannot make sense of them: “Ed, it's time she learns her place. Give her ten, one for every commandment.”

He steps back behind you, and you feel him—the warmth and dominance his body radiates. And you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I want you to count and thank the Lord”, Eds deep and gravely voice sounds behind you as his hand caresses the skin of your ass.

Before you have time to properly process the words the cool leather of the Bibles makes contact with you ass. The force of the hit catches you off guard, a surprising jolt that resonates through your being. This was definitely the hardest he had hit you so far you think as you catch your breath.

Ed’s hand digs into you hip sharply and you remember his command from before: “One. Thank you, Lord”.

He makes a pleased low hum in his throat and smoothes over the hot skin before hitting you again.

“Shit… I mean: Two. Thank you, Lord.”

Ed continues to bring the bible down on your ass and you can’t help but imagine how he looks right now. You wonder if his carefully groomed hair has fallen out of place, becoming slightly tousled with single strands brushing his forehead. You wonder if he had to roll the sleeves of his arms up, fuck you’d do a lot of things to see the way his muscles tense whenever he brings the leather-bound book down.

Shamefully you admit to yourself that it turns you on immensely, arousal pools low in your belly and with every hit you feel yourself getting wetter.

After the sixth time Ed spanked you with the bible, you cannot help but squirm involved when his hand caresses the hot, raw and burning skin of your ass.

But rather than pulling away from his touch you lean into it, desperate for friction.

You hear Ed chuckle silently as his long fingers continue to stroke over your skin, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. When his hand ventures lower you suck in a breath and stop moving.

Painfully slow Ed lets his fingers wander lower until he reaches your clothed pussy. You are pretty sure that he can feel how wet you are, that you must have drenched the thin material of your panties.

It almost feels like humiliation to you when his hand ghosts over your pussy for a second before he drags one long, thick finger through your slit. The whine, you were not able to suppress sounds loud in the chapel walls as you push back against Ed, desperate to feel his hand on your cunt again.

“Maybe she's even further gone than we thought”, Ed's voice is rough and stained with something that you cannot place when he speaks to Lorraine, “she really seems to enjoy her lesson too much…”

A wave of humiliation surges through you, shame crashing through your veins and igniting a bright blush on your cheeks. Each word from Ed feels like he’s cast a spotlight on you, exposing your vulnerabilities to Lorraine.

But Ed interrupts any chance for you to dwell on your feelings, his hand tracing a path over your skin and returning to your cunt. He drags his finger roughly through your clothed slit, tracing the shape of your pussy before applying pressure to your clit.

You feel a hot throb inside you, spreading all through your veins as you involuntarily buck your hips into his hand and moan quietly before biting your lip to avoid making any more sound.

Ed leans in, bending over you, so his warmth is enveloping your back and the subtle pressure of his presence against your skin sends a wave of arousal through your veins. His hot breath grazes your ear as he speaks roughly: “Don’t you, slut?”

Your only response is to push back against him and whine as you hide your head in your hands. Contrary to your previous thoughts that he was completely unaffected you feel his hard cock straining against his pants on your raw ass. But the contact is only short lived because Ed pulls back from you.

“Try to cleanse her, Ed”, you hear Lorraine’s voice through the aroused haze that swirls around your mind.

Before you can wonder what exactly she means, Ed’s fingers have hooked on the waistband of your underwear, ripping the flimsy material off, making you gasp. The cold air of the chapel hits your wet cunt but instead of cooling you down it riles you up even more since you remember where you are - a holy place.

But there is nothing holy about you bending over the altar with your cunt and ass bare and yet it feels absolutely divine when you feel Ed’s fingers on your cunt without a barrier for the first time.

You feel the palm of his hand against your ass as he forms a V with his middle- and forefinger to enclose the other sides of your cunt. Ed rests his hand there for a moment, making your stomach flutter in anticipation before he closes them slowly and pulling back to the edge of your cunt.

Your clit throbs and you squirm on the altar, desperate for Ed to continue.

A strangled moan escapes your lips when he pushes his thick fingers between the lips of your pussy and spreads them, effectively opening you up. You are pretty sure that he can not only feel but also see your wetness glistening in the dim light of the chapel.

Ed’s thumb brushes against your neglected clit and you groan loudly as electricity shoots through you, making you arch your back into his hand.

All the desperate sounds you make and the way you buck against him does not make him go faster and you really want to curse him out - you want to be filled by him, you want his fingers and his cock. So when he finally pushes his middle finger in your cunt a loud moan along with a please escapes you.

The haze in your mind thickens, rendering you blissfully obvious to your surroundings. The only reality matters right now is Ed. His presence dominates your consciousness, eclipsing everything else, as if the world beyond him and his hands on you has faded into insignificance.

“So good for us, sweetheart. You’re doing so good, taking what I give you so well”, Ed rasps behind you, his voice strained with satisfaction and barely constrained self restraint.

He curls his fingers inside you and starts shallowly and slowly thrusting before he adds a second finger.

You whine at the stretch of his long fingers when he pushes them all the way inside your pussy and grinds his palm against your clit.

Ed’s fingertips graze over the sweet spot on the wall of your cunt and your knees buckle under you as a wave of pleasure washes over you. With a dark chuckle he repeats this motion again and again while his palm steadily rubs your clit.

The distant echoes of Lorraine’s footsteps lingers off the edges of the fog in your mind as she approaches her husband. Yet, your concentration remained unwaveringly fixed on Ed and his long, thick fingers that are buried in your wet cunt.

A subtle jump courses through you as you feel something small with delicate round beads on your clit. Ed rubs it around the nub and you feel every cool and smooth ridge touching you as his fingers continue to thrust and rub deep inside your pussy.

“Shit Ed, please”, the words escape as a desperate plea, your voice raw.

Your cunt throbs and pulses to the rhythm of his hands on you and inside you as wave after wave of pleasure slowly builds up your orgasm.

“Be good and cum all over my fingers and Lorrain’s rosary. Let us cleanse you”, Ed’s warm breath against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine.

When the wave of pleasure shatters and courses through you, you cum for him with a loud moan that echoes off the chapel walls. Your back arches into Ed, who keeps finger-fucking you through your high, your hips grinding frantically against his hand, desperate for him.

Your breathing is ragged and loud when you come down from your high and your senses slowly come back to life, your cunt still tingling with the warm aftermath of your intense orgasm.

“Good girl, you did so well”, Ed praises you and pulls his fingers out with a wet noise before wiping them against your inner thigh.

Ed presses himself against you from behind, his closeness is palpable as the warmth of his body surrounds you and you feel the hard outline of his dick on your ass again. Instinctively you press back against his bulge, making him groan and suck in a breath.

He digs his fingers into the soft skin of your hip, a hidden warning for you to behave when he dangles the rosary in front of you. A belated realisation dawns in your mind - this is Lorraine’s rosary, this is what you felt dragging around your clit and wet cunt just minutes before.

A pang of shame courses through you as your eyes catch the sight of the rosary beads glistening with your wetness in the chapel’s light.

“Clean them”, Ed commands, his voice a low murmur that echoes through the church, laden with a mixture of authority and desire.

Without a hint of resistance, you comply with Ed’s command, opening your mouth and letting him guide the beads between your lips. Your tongue traces a path along the wet rosary beads as you taste yourself on them. The whole act feels positively sinful and you can’t help but feel more aroused, involuntarily you clench around nothing.

When you accidentally lock eyes with Lorraine, you freeze for a short moment. You had almost forgotten that it was not only Ed and you in the chapel but that his wife was also there. Your entire focus had been consumed by Ed and his commands and presence.

But contrary to what you would have expected Lorraine does not look angry, her emotions are unreadable but undeniably intense as she cocks an eyebrow, prompting you to continue your work.

A blush of humiliation sears through you and the burning sensation in your cheeks intensifies as you start cleaning the rosary beads again under Lorraine’s watchful gaze.

“Ed”, Lorraine starts, her eyes still locked on yours, “I don’t think it worked. Something still grips her.”

Ed withdraws, but he trails his hands and the rosary over your back, making sure to touch as much as possible before he straightens. Still bent over the altar, your legs wobble and feel unsure, making it impossible for you to get up. Yet, you don’t want to leave.

There is only one thing that you are currently sure of wanting and that is Ed.

“I think you’re right, hon”, Ed’s gravelly voice acknowledges, heavy with desire.

Lorraine walks over to her husband and you turn your head to look at them. As they stand together in the muted ambiance of the chapel, you catch glimpses of their exchange. She leans into Ed’s direction and speaks to him, her hushed words elude you.

Uncertain of the decisions the Warrens’ made in their whispered exchange you find yourself indifferent when Ed seizes your hair and pulls you to your feet from the position over the altar. He places his other hand on your hip, gripping in firmly to stabilise you as his thumb traces calming circles on your skin.

After a few moments you find your footing and Ed’s hold on your hair eases, allowing you to turn around and face him.

Purely on instinct, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, an unconscious response as your gaze locks onto Ed. He embodies what you imagined - but the reality is so much better.

His short hair is slightly dishevelled and frames his face. A lone strand has fallen onto his forehead, resting there. A subtle blush tinges his neck, visible where the top buttons of his dress shirt are undone, exposing a glimpse of his chest. The soft blue of his eyes is almost entirely engulfed by blackness, revealing the depth of his desire.

Your attention descends to his arms, where you notice he’s pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, unveiling toned forearms.

His gaze locks onto yours and you notice the hunger and intensity burning in his eyes. Ed’s hands, strong and confident, cradle your face, their warmth seeping into your skin. As his lips descend, the initial softness gives way to a fervent kiss that depends, exploring the contours of your mouth with a tender yet insistent dance.

The kiss deepens and you instinctively wrap your arms around Ed, drawing him closer. Your hands find their places, one resting at the small of his lower back, while the other rests on his shoulder. You feel a canvas of strength beneath your fingertips, his muscles firm and well-defined. He pushes his clothed erection into your bare cunt, grinding against you. You whine into the kiss when the rough fabric of his pants scrapes over your clit.

As you part, you are breathless, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of Ed’s kiss and in a quiet and almost intimate gesture, your fingers trail over to gently push back the strand of hair that had fallen onto Ed’s face.

Ed’s face lights up with a radiant, toothy smile that seems to melt away any of your worries. In that moment, the intensity gives way to a genuine warmth that spreads through your veins.

When he leans in again, he places a kiss on your nose, causing a subtle fluttering in your chest to blend with a quiet contentment.

“Ed”, Lorraine’s voice cuts through the intimacy with a sharp edge, “Remember why we are here.”

His gaze shifts, the warmth fading as the reminder settles in.

“We can’t lose sight of our purpose”, he says, his tone carrying acknowledgement.

Despite Lorraine’s reminder Ed pulls you in one more for another linger kiss. The intensity of it feels like it has a direct line to your cunt. Pleasure that had been simmering is once again ignited into a full fire.

As the kiss concludes, Ed speaks again: “We should get back to work”.

Ed steps back from you, his words carrying a command that intertwines his authority and desire.

“Kneel again, be good for us”, he instructs, the request echoing through the chapel’s sacred space.

Without a hint of hesitation, you step out of your pants and sink to your knees, a swift and obedient response to Ed’s command. Your reaction is just automatic, there is no coherent thought in your mind as you follow his orders.

The coldness of the stone floor beneath your bare knees serves as a start reminder of the reality and you wince as the cold spreads through you.

Looking up to Ed through your lowered lashes, you see him visibly swallowing, his Adam’s apple bobbing upon having you on your knees before him. While you want to reach out and take his cock from his pants, free him of his prison, you don’t dare, sensing that it would displease him and Lorraine.

“We will try something different now”, Lorraine declares with a gentle voice, prompting your eyes to snap from Ed to her. In her hand she holds the rosary once again, and a blush raises to your cheeks as your clit throbs in remembrance of what Ed did to you with it.

Lorraine continues: “Take him wholly and accept him into your mouth. That he may drive the evil out”

You divert your attention from Lorraine back to Ed. His eyes meet yours, and in that moment, he winks at you playfully before reaching down to grab the hem of your shirt. In one fluid motion he pulls it off you, leaving you kneeling naked in the chapel.

His gaze lingers on you, a slow and deliberate appraisal as he looks you up and down, taking in every nuance of your form, making you squirm under the intensity.

Mesmerised, you watch as his hands find the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down so his cock and balls are exposed. His dick obscenely framed by his pants and underwear that is pushed mid thigh as well as his shirt that has the last few buttons undone. He is big, slightly curved, with a protruding vein on the underside and the head is already glistening with a drop of pre-cum. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and you lick your lips in anticipation.

Ed steps up to you, burying his fingers in your hair and pulls your head against his exposed cock, rubbing against your face. So you open your mouth and flick your tongue towards his dick to lick the drop of pre-cum away.

Both Ed and you let out a groan simultaneously - you at the salty, musky taste of him that settles in your mouth and him at the feeling of your tongue on his hard cock.

When you open your mouth again he slides the head of his dick in, it’s heavy on your tongue as he just looks at you in wonder. You keep your eyes trailed on his and watch him swallow heavily before pushing himself deeper into your mouth with in a single, swift stroke.

The sound of surprise is muffled by the cock in your mouth that already feels too deep.

Ed tightens his grip on your head and he pushes his dick further in until the head hits the back of your throat.

Almost instantly, tear well up in your eyes, an involuntary response to the deep intrusion of his cock. Your hand instinctively finds his muscular thighs as you attempt to push him away or prompt a retreat.

Despite your efforts, Ed’s strength prevails, the grip on your head and hair remains firm and unyielding.

“Be a good girl and take it”, Ed’s commanding voice cuts through the air, his words heavy with desire as he groans above you.

You swallow around his cock and try to breathe through your nose but it doesn’t feel enough. Drool starts to collect in the corner of your mouth and around his dick before it drips down.

For a few seconds, Ed just holds your head in place with his cock buried to the hilt in your throat and balls pressed against your chin. Black spots start appearing in the corners of your vision and soon they morph into shadows that encroach your field of view as you struggle to breath.

Mercifully he pulls you off his cock ending your struggle.

You greedily inhale, the sudden rush of oxygen burning in your lungs, eliciting a cough. As you gasp for air your tear-stained eyes fixate on Ed.

The chapel light embraces him, casting a radiant glow that accentuates the contours of his form. Ed’s chest rises and falls with the rhythm of his laboured breaths, the play of light illuminates his muscular form. Dishevelled strands of brown hair frame his face, catching the light in a cascade of radiant highlights. Each lock seemed to shimmer with its own luminescence, creating an almost halo-like effect.

As he continues to stroke his hard cock the light also casts shadows on his hand as if intensifying the nuances of each movement.

“It’s no use, hon”, Ed says to Lorraine without averting his gaze from you, still stroking his cock.

Your eyes flicker over to Lorraine. She appears completely composed and unbothered by the recent interaction between you and her husband. With a calm nod she signals her agreement to Ed’s statement.

He exerts a gentle but firm pull with his hand that is still entangled in your hair as he guides you up from your kneeling position until you are standing. In a swift motion, Ed brings you into a tight hug, bringing you flush against him, his erect dick pushing against your stomach.

With that hand in your hair, Ed gently tilts your head upwards, locking eyes with you before bringing his mouth down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. Arousal pumps through your veins when you return it with the same fervour and grind your hips against his cock.

You part, both breathless and Ed steps back from the embrace, creating a sligh distance to gaze at you. His eyes are clouded by pleasure and linger on your breasts.

Under the scrutiny of his gaze you swallow dryly and feel your nipples involuntarily harden.

Ed’s hand, once entwined in your hair, delicately withdraws and he speaks with a raspy tenderness: “You’re something else, you know?”

He strokes along your cheek, a featherlight touch of his long fingers against your heated skin before he cups your chin.

“I think we’re gonna have to try something different”, he says to Lorraine as he runs his thumb over your lower lip, keeping his gaze firmly on you.

You can’t suppress a moan when he places his hands on your bare waist and drags his palms up until he reaches your breasts, cupping them. Ed gives them a slow, leisurely, appreciative squeeze and lifts them slightly, feeling their weight before stroking his thumb over your nipples. A jolt of electricity courses through you at his soft ministrations and you feel his cock throbbing.

The intense connection breaks abruptly when you feel a small, warm hand on your bare shoulder, causing you to jump slightly.

“Jesus”, the exclamation slips from your lips.

Ed cocks an eyebrow and a subtle amusement etches into his features, as his lip twitches: “That is indeed what you need. But don’t worry, we will take care of it - of you.”

With those words, he steps away, leaving you with Lorraine who’s hand tugs at your shoulder again, prompting you to turn and face her. She looks at you with a faint smile, her head tilted slightly to the one side. She motions for you to follow with a graceful gesture of her hand, leading you back to the altar.

“He’ll be right back, dear. He is just getting what is necessary for us to help you”, Lorraine speaks in a gentle, quiet and soothing tone while rubbing small circles over your bare arm as you stand there.

Ed’s heavy footsteps resonate in the quiet of the chapel when he returns only minutes later. The candles placed in the chapel that surrounded him flicker in response, their flames dancing. The play of light and shadows creates an ethereal aura around him.

As he strides back towards the altar purposefully you see his cock bobbing with each of his step, the head coated in presumed glistens in the light. You notice that he has completely unbuttoned his shirt by now, the two halves falling open to reveal his strong chest.

A look of fierce determination is etched across Ed’s face as he carries a small leather bundle under his arm.

“Get on the altar”, he declares, his voice a low rumble that reverberates in the quiet of the chapel. The flickering of candles cast dynamic shadows on his face, enhancing his determined expression.

The edge in Ed’s voice sends a surge of arousal through your veins.

Without clear instructions, you instinctively use your hand to push yourself to sit on the altar. A hiss escapes your lips as he cold stone makes contact with your bare skin,

You hear Ed hum in approval as he notices your compliance. Placing the bundle on the altar next to you, your curiosity piques, and you watch intently, wondering what he brought with him.

He hands Lorraine the big leather-bound Bible - the same one he used to spank you earlier. The memory makes you squirm lightly as you recall how it all felt, feeling yourself getting wetter again.

She takes the book from Ed’s hands and tenderly touches his cheek. The delicate gesture lasts a few moments before Lorraine removes her palm from his face, and as if in silent agreement, Ed returns his attention to the bundle on the altar.

Ed unrolls the bundle with a practised motion of his hands, and your eyes remain glued to the mesmerising movement. Watching his hands, you marvel at their appeal. They are undeniably handsome - strong, adorned with veins that trace a map of strength and boasting long, thick fingers. You clench around nothing when you remember how perfect they felt inside you.

As Ed unveils the contents, a myriad of items come into view, each carrying its own significance. Various crosses, some made of metal and some of wood but all different in size, catch the ambient light of the chapel. Candles, meticulously arranged, follow suit. A lighter is poised beside them.

Transparent bottles filled with clear liquid stand out. You can only speculate, but the faint scent in the air and the placement of the bottles hint at the possibility of holy water.

Furrowing your brow, you watch his hands move with purpose as he arranges these items in a precise order. The answer as to why he needs these items eludes you for now.

Finally, Ed shifts his attention to you, stepping in front of you. Almost on instinct you open your legs and he positions himself between them.

Your attention remains fixed on Ed as the rhythmic clicking of the lighter echose in the background. The ambient sound suggests that Lorraine must be lighting the candles.

But that soon fades again, you cannot concentrate on anything other than the handsome man in front of you.

You tangle your fingers in his short hair to tuck him down and kiss you. When your lips meet you let out a soft moan that is swallowed by him. He returns the kiss with fervour and grips the back of your head with one hand. He uses the other hand to rub the head of his cock against your cunt.

You buck against him in response to finally feeling him there and moan into the kiss again. Ed rubs himself against you, massaging your clit with the smooth head of his dick and coating it in your wetness.

He keeps up with this slow, steady and careful rhythm - and it’s driving you mad. Each thrust causes a small spark of pleasant sensation to course through you.

When Ed breaks the kiss to nod at Lorraine you whine at the loss of contact. Currently, you don’t care about her, the only thing you care about is him and his big cock.

Through the blissful haze in your mind you hear Ed speak: “My Lord, you are all powerful, you are God, you are our Father”.

The words puzzle you but every thought is banished from your mind when you feel the warm, bulbous head of his cock entering your cunt. Slowly but steadily he fills you until he is nearly completely buried in you.

He grabs hold of your hair, tugging it backwards as you groan, the pain almost forcing more pleasure upon you, making you look at him.

Ecce crucem domini, fugite partes adversae

Goosebumps erupt all over your skin as Ed begins to speak in Latin, the words resonating within the sacred surroundings.

What?

Before you can fully grasp the significance of the Latin words, Ed seals your lips with another kiss, momentarily grounding you in the sensation of his touch. He begins sliding in and out of your pussy before he breaks the kiss and gently pushes you down until you lay flat on the altar. The stone is cold beneath you.

Exsurgat Deus et dissipentur inimici ejus: et fugiant qui oderunt eum a facie ejus

Lorraine's voice, though quiet, possesses a commanding presence as it weaves through the chapel. Each word is delivered with a deliberate cadence, the measured tones resonating in the hallowed silence. There's a certain grace in the way she speaks, a calm assurance that adds an ethereal quality to the unfolding ritual. Her words, like tendrils of incense, linger in the air, filling the sacred space with a sense of purpose and reverence.

But you don’t have time to think about that because Ed starts thrusting inside you, emphasising each sentence with a stroke of his hips. He pulls out until only the head is inside you before pushing in again and stretching your walls to accommodate him. You whimper beneath him whenever he fills you completely.

Sicut deficit fumus defíciant; sicut fluit cera a facie ígnis, sic pereant peccatores a facie Dei

Ed's hand is back to rub your clit in circles following the rhythm of his cock. You moan loudly as a slow sensation starts in your clit, growing more intense with each thrust of his dick and every movement of his fingers.

Princeps gloriosissime coelestis milítiae, sancte Míchael Archangele, defende nos in proelio

He gives his hips an extra hard push when he is fully sheathed inside your wet cunt and you feel his balls slapping against you. Waves of heavy and delightful pleasure and sensation course wash through you as you fail to comprehend what they do to you.

Et colluctatione, quae nobis est adversus principes et potestates, adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum, contra spiritualia nequitiae, in coelestibus

The pressure inside you rises as Ed keeps fucking you and rubbing circles around your clit. You feel yourself tightening as pure and unfiltered pleasure courses through your veins. His dick seems to hit all the right places inside you, the wide shaft stretching you deliciously and the sensations radiating from your clit, making you balance on the edge of an orgasm.

Veni in auxilium hominum; quos Deus creavit inexterminabiles, et ad imaginem similitudinis suae fecit, et a tyrannide diaboli emit pretio magno

Ed uses your body like a drum, everything he does vibrating through you like a steady beat as you feel the prickling sensation of need pulling at you, filling your veins.

You watch him through hooded eyes and you clench around his cock upon his sight. His brow is furrowed in determination as the muscles in his chest and arms ripple with every thrust.

You feel the pleasure cresting, the wave of sensations stacking higher and higher, but just then, just when you’re about to reach your peak, something wet and cold hits you.

Exorcizamos te, omnis immunde spiritus, omnis satanic potestas, omnis infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini nostri Jesu

The unexpected sensation interrupts the rising tide of intensity, making you hiss. You smell a faint scent of holy water lingering in the air.

Turning your head slightly, you search for Lorraine, attempting to make sense of what just happened. You see her standing near you, the bible open as he holds a veil of what you guess is holy water.

Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis

Lorraine continues to sprinkle holy water onto you, the rhythmic pattern synchronised with the cadence of her words and Ed’s smooth thrusts.

The holy water feels cold on your overheated skin, a stark contrast that intensifies the sensory experience. The dichotomy of warmth and cold adds a layer of complexity to the unfolding ritual, leaving you caught in a paradox of sensations.

Non ultra audeas, serpens callidissime, decipere humanum genus, Dei Ecclesiam persequi, ac Dei electos excutere et cribrare sicut triticum

As your attention remains captivated by Lorraine, you're caught off guard by Ed's discreet move. Unseen, he seizes a burning candle, and the sudden cascade of hot wax onto your stomach elicits a sharp gasp from your lips. The contrasting elements of the cold water and the hot wax introduce a surprising twist, the unexpected sensation intertwining with the ambiance of the chapel.

The candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows on Ed's face as he continues to drizzle the wax. Each drop leaves a transient mark on your skin, tainting it red.

Imperat tibi Deus altissimus, Imperat tibi Deus Pater; imperat tibi Deus Filius; imperat tibi Deus Spiritus Sanctus

The tension inside you breaks and waves crash and cascade over you as you cum almost unexpectedly. You clamp down around Ed's cock, clenching your cunt and bucking your hips. You arch your back when the orgasm courses through your body, riding out every single way as he continues to massage your clit and drive his hard dick into you.

Your scream echoes off the chapel walls, the sound resonating in the sacred silence, marking a moment of raw intensity. The juxtaposition of pleasure and the unexpected pain manifests in the resonance of your cry, creating a haunting echo that lingers in the hallowed atmosphere.

Vade satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis

Part of you is sure that you will go mad with all the sensations filling your mind, tending to overwhelm you.

Ed’s fingers playing with your clit, rubbing patterns you don’t understand.

His cock fills you up and hitting that spot makes your nerves sing so beautifully.

The mix of holy water and candle wax that assaults every fibre of your being, keeping you finely balanced between pain and pleasure.

You’re grateful you don’t have to stand because you feel your knees buckle under the onslaught.

Lorraine and Ed work in perfect harmony, alternating between hot and cold in such a way that you don’t know what will come next.

Da locum Christo, in quo nihil invenisti de operibus tuis

Every touch on your clit makes it throb, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body and building up to your next orgasm. As Ed continues to slam into your cunt with a force that would drive you up the altar had he not been holding you down.

Whenever another drop of the cold holy water or the hot candle wax hits your bare skin you moan loudly at the sensation - you may as well be screaming you would not be able to discern it.

Da locum Ecclesia Uni, Sanctae, Catholicae, et Apostolicae, quam Christus ipse acquisivit sanguine suo

Ed buries his cock to the hilt, rotating his hips as if he could push it even further inside, making you arch your back against him.

“Beg for forgiveness”, his voice is deep and laced with arousal as he fucks into you in short, hard, deep stabs, “Beg for forgiveness from our God. Beg that He may allow us to cleanse you from your evil by my seed.”

“Please - please”, you start to beg desperately just as Ed had asked from you, “Please, Ed, please.”

Nos eriperes de potestate diaboli

You stammer incoherent words and sentences, the intensity rendering your attempts at communication fractured and disoriented. The echoes of your disjointed utterances sound throughout the chapel, as Ed quickens his pace again, hitting that spot deep inside you.

Ab omni hoste visibili et invisibili et ubique in hoc saeculo liberetur

Lorraine’s words grow louder, ascending to a crescendo that reverberates through the chapel. The rhythmic cadence of her speech becomes a pulsating backdrop as you come again, the explosive pleasure hitting you all at once. Your vision goes black and you shudder against Ed violently.

With a loud groan Ed comes inside you as your cunt contracts around him, your high having him brought to the peak too. You feel his dick twitching and pulsing as he keeps his hips flush against yours.

The waves of your orgasm keep washing over you as he keeps pumping you full of his cum.

Slowly your vision and senses return to you and Ed slides his slowly softening cock out of your cunt with a satisfied sigh.

You feel a drizzle of his sticky cum oozing from your pussy and dripping down on the altar.

Your eyes meet Ed's, and he graces you with a wide, warm smile that transforms his dishevelled appearance into a moment of genuine warmth as he tucks his dick into his pants.

Ed looks thoroughly fucked out, a layer of sweat covering his bare chest that glistens whenever he moves in the dim light. His hair points in all directions, some strands sticking to his forehead. Yet, in this vulnerable state, you find him more attractive than ever.

“I think that did it”, Ed remarks to Lorraine, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. As the surroundings gradually come back into focus, you look at Lorraine.

In contrast to you or Ed, she has maintained her composed demeanour, her clothes and hair still neatly in place.

She nods at his words as a subtle acknowledgment, then her gaze shifts from Ed to you and back at him.

“I’ll head back to the house, hon. You both should join me when you’ve cleaned yourselves up.”

Before she leaves, Lorraine steps over to you, her touch gentle as she cradles your face in the palm of her hand.

“You did well”, she says softly, warmth evident in her voice.

With that, she turns to leave, her steps echoing through the silent air as she heads towards the exits leaving you alone in the chapel with Ed, who in the meantime picked up your discarded clothes.

Ed places the clothes next to you on the altar and with a tender gesture he smooths your sweaty hair out of your forehead before leaning in and kissing you in a lingering, sweet kiss.

He starts picking the dried wax from your skin with a careful touch, his fingers tracing over the sore skin softly.

“You did so good”, he murmurs, his words carrying a mixture of pride and tenderness.

As continues to remove the wax he whispers words of affirmation, telling you what a good girl you are, how strong you are and that he is proud of you.

When he reaches your cunt he gives you a cheeky wink before gathering the cum that dripped out of your puffy cunt on his fingers and pushing it back in. You moan when you feel his thick fingers in your sore pussy: “Shit, Ed!”

“I know, sweetheart. Just cleaning you up… And wouldn’t want to waste my cum, right? It has to go where it belongs”, Ed slushes you softly and pumps his fingers into you a few times before he pulls back, satisfied with his work.

Ed helps you down from the altar, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug. You sigh softly, when the warmth he radiates seeps into your bare skin. As you hug, you feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating against your chest. Softly, you stroke his shoulders and back, letting your hands wander over his broad frame.

“Thank you”, you mumble, “for helping.”

You really are grateful for them to try their unorthodox methods on you. Judging by the soreness that inhabits your whole body, you enjoyed it immensely and even if it didn’t help, you’d be more than happy to return for a second session.

He parts from you with a soft kiss to your forehead: “Not for that, sweetheart. It was my pleasure… Just say the word, I’d be more than willing to help you again”.

Blushing at his words, you meet his toothy grin that reflects the genuine warmth when he hands you your clothes. His touch is gentle as he helps you to dress again. Wanting to return the favour, you take the initiative to button up Ed’s shirt.

His voice is soft when he thanks you before he grabs all the things on the altar and stores them in the leather bundle again.

Ed leads you out of the chapel with a hand on your back and you appreciate the soft gesture as you walk away from the stone altar. He opens the door for you and motions you outside with a gentle gesture of his hand before stepping next to you again.

Blinking against the light, you notice that while it is a bit darker than before, it is still brighter than in the chapel. The first thing that strikes you is that the shifting of light does not trigger your headaches - you are blissfully pain free.

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To Love | Another Love Part Three | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: As of right now, this is the final part of this series unless I get requests asking for another installment. Thank you for all the support 💕

Warnings: Kissing, saying goodbye

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

You didn't see Eddie for nearly another year. It was hard, especially once you figured out what that feeling in your heart was. What had started off as a friendship had quickly become something more. The longer you were away from him, the more you realized your feelings for him.

While you may not have seen each other, the two of you did talk on the phone as much as possible. He told you about what was happening in LA, and you filled him in on life in Pittsburgh.

There were nights you fell asleep listening to the sound of his voice. You plugged your phone in by the bed so the cord wouldn't have to stretch so far just so you could talk to him longer.

Even when the two of you didn't have anything to talk about, you found something. Whether that was construction on The Strip or new animals in the zoo.

Hours would pass before one of you would have to hang up to get some sleep, even if you hated saying goodnight.

There weren't any labels on your relationship. You weren't even sure if Eddie saw it as anything more than a friendship. But you needed to see him. To feel yourself nestled into his chest again.

As soon as he told you they were coming to Pittsburgh, you told him not to bother with getting a hotel, that he could stay with you. It was closer to the concert venue, anyway.

He agreed and then had to be pulled off the phone for rehearsals. You bid him goodbye, falling onto your bed with a smile on your face. As giddy as a teenage girl, you imagined how it would be to see him again.

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Warren dropped Eddie off at your apartment on his way to fill up the van's gas. Everyone else was already at the hotel, unaware of Eddie's plans to stay with you over them.

As soon as the buzzer rang, you raced downstairs to help him with his bags.

He had to drop his luggage as you ran fullforce to him, draping your arms over his shoulders.

"You didn't miss me at all, did you?" He teased, setting you back down on the pavement, grabbing his suitcase.

You took his other two bags, slinging one over your shoulder and holding the other in one of your hands, "No, not in the slightest."

"I can carry them, I don't mind."

Turning on your heel, you tilted your head, "You don't feel comfortable letting a woman carry your bags? Guess you're not as perfect as I thought."

Flustered, he shook his head, "No, no—that's not—I just—"

You broke out into a fit of laughter, "I'm messing aith you, Ed, don't worry."

He nodded, relief washing over him before another thought popped into his head, "You think I'm perfect?"

"Don't let it go to your head."

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Luckily for Eddie, you had a spare bedroom with a bedframe and mattress already set up. You had put on the sheets that morning, making sure everything was perfect for him before he arrived.

That night, with a record playing in the background, you poured both yourself and Eddie a glass of wine. Bringing it over to him on the couch,

That night, the two of you settled down on your couch, a record playing in the background as you poured yourselves a glass of wine.

Clinking glasses, you both took a small sip before you set the glass down on the sidetable.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He nodded, turning his body towards you, "Go for it."

"Everyone in the band—even Warren—has seen or is seeing somebody," You said, eyes wandering the room, "Why not you?"

Eddie looked down at his glass, swirling the wine around as he thought about how to respond.

"I'm sorry if I'm prying," You said, taking a large sip of wine, "You don't have to answer if you don't have to."

"Y/N, I—"

The buzzer rang again, cutting him off.

Groaning, you set your glass back down and went to the buzzer box, "Hello?

The other line was quiet for a moment, "Y/N?"

"Who is this?" You asked, the other end distorted.

"It's Graham."

You paused, "What do you need?"

"Look... Can we talk? Please?"

Looking back at Eddie, you hesitated, "I don't know."

"Just give me five minutes, please."

"Okay."

You buzzed him in, turning to Eddie.

"Who was that?" He asked.

Pursing your lips, you met his eyes, "Graham."

"Oh," Eddie frowned, "Should I—Should I give you two a minute or...?"

"No, you can stay there. It shouldn't take long."

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later. Taking a deep breath, you opened it, revealing a disheveled Graham on the other side.

"Your five minutes starts now, Dunne," You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

Nodding, he began, "I made a mistake, Y/N/N. I made a mistake when I walked away from you—from us. I want to give us a try. Please."

You were silent for a moment, not wanting it to hurt him too bad that you already had an answer in your head, "No."

"Please, Y/N. I want you. I'm choosing you."

"I don't want there to have to be a choice between me and someone else. I need someone who is with me without hesitation," You explained, "Graham, I've moved on."

He looked you up and down, in your nicest sundress, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes, Graham. You are," You said, growing increasingly frustrated with him, "What about Karen? Does she know you're here?"

"Karen and I are—I don't know," He said, tears swelling in his eyes, "No. She doesn't know I'm here. We had a fight."

You shook your head, "Graham, all you've ever really wanted in life was to be loved. Just because you can't get that for one second from one woman doesn't mean you can run to the next one you find and get it from her. I can't be that woman for you."

"You don't—you don't love me anymore?"

"A part of me will always love you, but I'm not in love with you. I haven't been for a while."

He nodded, accepting your answer, "Okay."

"Okay," You repeated, "Go get her, Graham. You don't want to lose this one."

With that, you closed the door, turning back to Eddie.

"I'm sorry about that," You apologized, "I didn't think it would take that long."

He rose from the couch, walking towards you, "Did you mean what you said? You're not in love with him anymore?"

You nodded, "I haven't been for a while, Eddie."

"Is there... Is there someone else?"

You began slowly stepping towards him, "There is."

"Who... Do I know him?"

"I'd say you know him pretty well."

The two of you were inches away from each other.

"I believe our conversation was interrupted," Your voice was just above a whisper, "So let me ask you again: Is there anyone on your mind?"

He nodded, tilting his head, "There is."

A dreamy smile appeared on your lips, "Do I know her?"

His lips were mere seconds from being on yours, "I'd say you know her pretty well."

With that, you closed the gap between the two of you, your lips moving against his.

Eddie's hands cupped your face before slowly moving them down to your waist. Your arms tangled around his neck, smiling as you leaned into the embrace.

There was someone else—and that someone was Eddie.

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˚ ✦.·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚ SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS | e. munson x reader

w; part of ‘truck driver!dad!eddie universe’ - but can be read as a standalone, parent death, grieving, mentions of pregnancy, eddie has a sister, usage of pet names, mentions of past alcoholic father

playlist; even if we try - night beds, infinity street - richard walters, let down - radiohead, a quick one before the eternal worm devours connecticut - have a nice life, family line - conan gray, waiting room - phoebe bridgers, motion sickness - phoebe bridgers, happier than ever - billie eilish, mum - luke hemmings, i’m tired - labrinth, zendaya, solas - gibran alcocer, think of me once in a while, take care - take care

an; this one is a bit deeper, i apologize. but i hope you all enjoy :)

NOVEMBER 15TH, 1989

Eddie didn’t know why he was here in a hospital waiting room, waiting for any news for the man who caused him torment for most of his life until had kicked him out of the trailer.

His knuckles rests against his chin as his eyes stare at the shiny floor. He’d left work without a word. He still smelled of grease and had tied the arms of his work uniform around his waist. He still hadn’t called you or Wayne. He knew you’d be getting worried, especially if Warren, his boss, had called and asked if everything was okay at your end.

He glances up at the time, standing from the uncomfortable chair that had made his lower half numb from sitting. He walked towards an exit - he needed a smoke and to call you.

He’s reaching into his pocket, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lights the stick with shaky hands. He hadn’t had one in almost three months, trying to stop since you were pregnant.

He broke his streak all because of his father - if he could even call him that.

His eyes land on a pay phone when he blows out some smoke, walking towards it. He lifts the phone from the receiver, pulling his wallet from the pocket on his shirt, fishing out some quarters.

He slots two into the machine, deciding to call Wayne first. He still needed to collect his thoughts on what to say to you. He knew as soon as he heard your caring and tender voice, he’d break down.

It picks up after the third ring. “Hello?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have called anyone. He can feel the burning of tears.

“Hello?” Wayne repeats.

“Uh,” Eddie clears his throat. “Alan’s in the hospital.” Eddie used to call him Dad, of course. But now that he’s older, he feels like he never earned that title.

It’s silent on the other end and Eddie glances towards the door where he can see a nurse in green scrubs leave a room. He brings the cigarette to his lips and inhales deeply.

Eddie clears his throat again, looking towards the silver keypad. “If you… wanna come to the hospital, I’m here too.”

Wayne asks if you’re there with him.

“No, she’s… she’s still at home. Would you mind-”

“No. I don’t mind pickin’ her up. We’ll be there soon.” The line goes dead before he could even say anything. He looks at the last two quarters he had laid out before slotting them into the machine again.

You pick up on the second ring.

“Hello? Eds?”

His heart clenches a bit and brows pinch together. “Hi, sweetheart.” He hears a sigh on the other end.

“Baby, jesus. Are you okay? Where did you go when you left work? Why didn’t you call me? I was worried sick when Warren called me and told me you left in a hurry.”

He scratches at his throat with his ring and pinky - he’s trying to sooth the knot forming in his throat. He shakes his head to himself - don’t cry. Do not cry. He doesn’t deserve the tears. “I’m okay, sweetheart, don’t worry your head,” The cigarette seemed to have burned faster and he hisses quietly when the heat tingles at his fingers. He drops it to the ground, stomping it out with the toe of his boot before picking it up from the ground.

“Wayne is coming to pick you up.” He says.

“What? Why? Eddie, honey, what’s going on?”

His fingers scratch at his temple and he shifts on his weight. “I… I’m at the hospital. And before you freak out, I’m okay. At least, I think I am. It’s kind of hard to know what I’m feeling right now. Or understand it.”

And he wasn’t lying - there were a bunch of emotions swirling around his mind and he didn't know which one stood out more.

Bitterness because his life was actually turning around - he’d gotten into school to study for truck driving and he was doing excellent. He was about to have his own little family with you. And now, somehow, Alan had wiggled his way back into his life even if he didn’t know it just yet.

Anger because there was nothing he could do besides sit there and feel as if he’s losing someone - something - who was never in his life and doesn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy.

Shame because he's feeling that anger bubble up in his chest when he knows Alan never really knew how to be a father so he can’t blame him fully for his actions.

“Baby, I'm so sorry,” Your voice is soft and it sounds like it cracks at the end of your apology that you shouldn’t even be giving him. Because he doesn’t care.

Right?

“Wayne and I will be there soon. He just pulled in,” There’s a small weight lifted off his shoulders knowing that he won’t be alone in his thoughts much longer. “Have you tried to call Jess?”

The weight is added back on. Jessica, his oldest sister who he hasn’t spoken to since she had left, doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t even know if she would answer the phone.

“No.” He finally says.

You let out a small sigh, deciding to drop the subject since you know how tender it is. “Okay. That’s okay, honey. We’ll be there soon, okay? I love you.”

There’s a small catch in his throat and he blinks away the tears that had dried up once, and decided to come back. “I love you.”

The line goes dead on the other in and he’s placing the telephone back onto the receiver, sniffing when his nose starts to tingle. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking towards the doors he exited out of.

His fingers graze over two quarters and he stops in his tracks.

He turns back towards the phone and pulls the telephone from the receiver once again, slotting the coins in and punches in Jessica’s number. He’s hoping it’s the same number or he would just be embarrassed by punching in the number of a ghost sister.

The phone picks up and he holds his breath.

“Hello?”

It’s Jessica. And the only way he knows is because he sounds like their mother - soft-spoken with a hint of raspiness around the edges of the spoken words.

“Uh, Jessica?” He asks, even though he knows for sure it’s her.

“Eddie? What’s going on? You okay?”

“I don’t exactly know,” He says truthfully. “Dad’s in the hospital. The doctor said he doesn’t have long.”

It’s silent on the other end. He wonders if she is feeling the way he feels at the moment. Confused and conflicted about the way he feels.

For a moment, he thinks she’s hung up the phone and walked away like she did before.

He doesn’t blame her.

But then again, he hates that this is the only time that they’ll talk until something else happens. Eddie and Jessica are the same - whether they like to admit it or not.

There’s a small sniffle over the other end. “I don’t know why you’re calling me about it. I could care less. Let him die.”

That makes Eddie’s heart clench a little, eyes closing slowly as his brows pinch together. “You… You can’t even try to come down. To see me at least?”

“A car works both ways, Eddie.”

The line goes dead then.

He stares at the telephone when he pulls it from the curtain of curls and blinks, a tear rolling down his flushed cheek. It’s bitter outside and Eddie can’t help but think why didn’t I bring a coat?

Why did this have to happen?

What’s next?

It only takes thirty more minutes after the call with Jessica to see you walk in.

You pause in front of his seat, fingers brushing back the fringe that rests against his forehead. “Hi, sugar. I’m here.” It’s soft spoken and the world seems to shatter then.

His shoulders shakes as he sobs, fingers pressing into his eye sockets before his arms wrap around your waist, face pressing into the small bump that was hiding under the sweatshirt you wore.

Your eyes tear up from his sobs, a gut wrenching, soul crushing sob that comes deep from burying it inside a metaphorical glass bottle - it shatters and leaks over.

Because you thought you could handle one more thing going inside that bottle.

His head rests on your shoulder and Wayne had gone back first to see Alan.

‘It’ll give you a bit of time.’

Your thumb traces over his knuckles and you lift your shoulder slightly to catch his attention. “You okay, baby?”

He nods, lifting his head as he sniffles, nose red. He lifts his hand, wiping at his wet cheeks. He opens his mouth but you’re quick to cut him off.

“It’s okay,” He turns to look at you, brown eyes swimming in tears. His chin wobbles. Your hand lifts and you give him a small smile. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I know it’s confusing how you feel. But when you’re ready to talk, I’ll listen for however long you need me too.”

He nods, cheek sliding against your palm. There’s a clearing of a throat that catches his attention. He sees Wayne, a man who he’s only seen cry twice.

When Mary passed away - Eddie’s aunt who made the best homemade cobblers and had a singing voice you could never forget.

And when his own mother passed. A woman who smelled of cinnamon and hints of vanilla honey. A woman who truly was an angel and would do anything for anyone.

This makes Eddie’s third time seeing Wayne’s swollen eyes.

He’s crying for his brother now.

“You can, uh-” He pauses, clearing his throat as he shifts on his tired feet, blinking a couple of times as he sniffs. “You can go back and see him.”

Eddie looks over at you and you smile at him softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. “I’m right here.” You whisper softly.

His eyes close momentarily and he nods against your lips before standing slowly.

His steps are slow, his mind's racing, and his hands are fuzzy. He makes a fist a couple of times before shaking them out.

The last time he’s seen Alan was when his face was plastered on the news for a break and entering he was running from - now he’s in a bed with tubes poked into his arm.

His breath hitches and he flinches when the heavy door closes.

He glances over his shoulder before walking towards the right side of bed, staring down at his hand. His own hand twitches at his side.

He lifts it, fingers tracing over the course and rough skin of his fathers hand. He watches as Alan’s fingers twitch and his eyes dart up towards his face.

His eyes are heavy, but they're open.

“Why did you hate me?” It’s coming out of his mouth before he can stop himself. He didn’t know what he wanted to say, or what he was going to say - but that wasn’t in his mind.

“Why did you hate us?”

There’s a slow blink and a small quirk at the corner of his lips. Eddie’s brows pinches and he feels the all too familiar sting in his eyes as he notices it.

Even near death, he’s a man dulled by any sort of emotion.

Eddie leans down slowly. “I’m so glad I’ll never be like you,” There’s a certain fire to his voice - raw emotion that makes the words crack. “Mom deserved better than you. Jess deserved a better father than you. I deserved better,”

His hands clench at the bedsheets. “Why? Why did you do what you did?”

He sees a small quirk in Alan’s lips again, anger burning in his chest when he hears the flatline. His head whips around before his hands grip at the hospital gown covering his chest.

“No! No! Why?! I want an answer! I deserve an answer!” The doors are opening and he feels a tugging at his arm. “No! Get off of me!” His arms slip from the grip and his arms are gripping at the tattooed arms of Alan Munson’s dead body.

“Wake up, you coward!”

“Eddie!”

“I hate you! I’m glad you’re dead! I wished you would’ve died sooner!”

He’s sobbing and hitting Alan's chest, but he’s still babbling, ‘why? Why did you make me feel this way?’.

Your hands pull at his arms, pulling him away from the lifeless body who left in silence again like he always did.

Eddie’s head drops onto your shoulder, knees buckling as he grabs at your shirt. Your hands smooth back his hair as your eyes watch them roll Alan away.

Wayne’s hand meets the back of his neck, gripping softly. Eddie chokes out another sob and turns to lean into Wayne. Your forehead leans against Eddie’s back.

Wayne’s eyes close, a hand cupping the back of Eddie’s head. “It’s okay… It’s okay, son.”

Wayne has to keep Eddie’s legs from buckling, his arm wrapping around his back and keeping him up straight as he sags into him.

NOVEMBER 20TH, 1989

There’s a certain distinct smell to old photos.

Eddie couldn’t describe it if he could, but he still pulls the photo up to his nose, eyes closing as he inhales, hoping to catch a whiff of the day that was frozen in time permanently.

His hand pulls away from his nose dejectedly, finger tracing over the small version of him standing in front of his mom, her hand placed on top of the sunflower floppy hat that she always loved to wear on sunny picnic days.

He always remembers those days. She would try her best - make finger sandwiches, little lemon bars, and pack some fruit and chips on the side - and Alan would sip a cheap beer on the open field, eyes filled with a certain emotion Eddie could never place when he was younger.

Now he thinks he could place it - Anger. Resentment.

“I hope he looks like you.” Eddie flinches when he hears your voice. He has no energy to turn and look at you - he feels angry at himself that he can’t, but you’d never hold it against him.

He feels you sit down on the rough carpet, the feeling of sandpaper scraping against the palm of your hands when you make a small noise. You lean into his side, pushing an unruly curl away from his cheek.

“You okay?” You whisper softly.

His thumb traces over the picture, blinking slowly. “I remember this day,” He says instead. Your eyes cut away from him and look at the photo. There’s a small smile that plays on his lips. “It was Wayne, Jess, Mom, and I only… That was one of our happier picnics.”

You smile and reach out to turn his hand a bit so you can take a better look at the photo. “She's beautiful. Now I know where you get your looks from.”

He smiles a bit and places it in the keep pile. There weren't many photos he was keeping.

The throw away pile was a bit more.

The next photo he pulls from the shoe box that had chewed holes from rats and a tear in the side was one that made him stop a bit.

Alan sits on the ratty flannel recliner that he always refused to get rid of, a beer bottle in his hand while Eddie sits on his lap.

Blind by child joy, he’s grinning - two missing teeth - as he waves at the camera, baby hairs stuck to his forehead.

Alan sits back, mouth pulled into a frown as he stares at the camera.

Your hand rubs at his back.

“He couldn’t even hold me right.”

You know what’s coming when your ears pick up on the catch in his voice.

He turns to look at you, lip wobbling as he shakes his head. “Why did he hate me so much?”

Your head tilts and you pull him closer to your chest, holding his head when you feel his shoulders start to shake.

You couldn’t answer that even if you wished you could.

There’s a knock at the door. Eddie glances over at you, shifting in the bed as he pulls the covers up more over your shoulder.

He places a kiss against your forehead, smiling softly when he notices your nose scrunches softly.

He turns and walks towards the living room, flipping on a light. He unlocks the door and swings it open.

“Hey.”

He’s a bit sleep disoriented from the little sleep he had. He blinks. “Jessica?”

She smiles softly. “I, uh… I couldn’t come to the funeral.” It’s too final. I don’t want to see him again.

He nods. “It’s okay.” I understand. You don’t have to apologize.

She scratches at her neck and clears her throat, a tell. He steps closer, staring at her for a moment, nodding slightly.

It’s choked but a sound leaves her throat and she tries blinking away the tears. His arms wrap around her neck, her own arms immediately wrapping around his side.

“I’m sorry,” She breathes out shakily. “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve… I should’ve been there with you.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. You did what I wished I could.” He pulls away, giving her a small smile - it’s shaky.

“It’s… I should’ve called you more. I should’ve come to visit you more. Now… now you’re gonna be a dad.”

He smiles softly, nodding. “And you’re gonna be an aunt.”

The laugh she lets out is watery and she wraps her arms around his neck again. “You’re gonna be the best dad.”

His eyes squeeze shut at that because he’s been afraid. Afraid that he’ll become his dad even when he doesn’t want to.

“I’m so proud of you, Eds.” It’s whispered.

He lets out a little sigh, eyes peeking up at the stars. He watches as one shoots across.

Hi, Mom. I miss you.

“I’m proud of you too, Jess.”

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beybaldes · 1 year

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the woman that loves you (boy you're such a fool)

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

Word Count : 3.1k

Summary : the end of the band is just the beginning for y/n and her favourite bassist.

normal = flashbacks ,, italics = interviews

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered your fav show/book because i have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Y/n: I think about that last day all the time. I think about everything I should've said or done. But I don't think it would've changed anything honestly - everyone seemed pretty set on what they wanted for the band. Who was I to change that?

your legs pulled from warrens lap, quickly jumping from you seat and running out of the bus, desperate to reach the cab before it could pull out and take Eddie away. whatever was out there had been on your side, your hard pull open of the door stopping the driver from leaving as he put it into gear and got ready to leave.

"I'm so sorry" you said to the grey haired man in the front seat, turned to Eddie with a creased brow. "I'll only be a minute."

"birdie..." he hummed, pushing his sunglasses away from his eyes, letting them meet your own. "let me go, I need to leave, I can't stay here - not with Billy, not after everything."

"I'm not asking you to stay, Ed's." You murmured, tears brimming your eyes as you placed one knee into the cab, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck, one arm holding the door open. "I know that's not fair. I just don't want you to leave without saying goodbye."

Though you couldn't see it, tears began to pool in eddies eyes at the way your voice trembled and your words came out in a whisper - like a little kid too upset to really get the words out. When he'd packed up his things and called the cab he had only thought about leaving, getting away from all of it and getting to be his own person - he'd yet to consider that he'd be leaving some of his nearest and dearest friends behind in doing so. That he'd be leaving you behind.

Eddie: I'd never done anything as hard as leaving the band. At least not until y/n stopped the cab to speak to me.

"I got to go birdie, I got a plane to catch." soon half a continent would separate you, something so scary when for the last decade you'd only been a street, a room or a curtain away at all times.

"Just gimme one more moment." You tried to savour the feel of his arms around you, holding your body tight and close as if it was the last time he was going to do so. 'it probably was the last time he was going to do so,' the thought made your stomachs churn and your whimpers boarder on full on sobs. If it weren't for the fact you wanted your last moments together to be happy, you would've just let it all out, cry into his arms like the little kid your rise to fame never let you be. "Just one more moment."

Camilla: Y/n. She, she was always the closest with Eddie. They were like two peas in a pod - I don't think I'd ever seen one without the other somewhere nearby.

With a particularly tight squeeze, you pulled away, knowing that no hug would last long enough to satiate the longing ache already settled deep in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie was quick to wipe at the tears that silently rolled down your cheeks, his large hand cupping your face as his thumb stroked across the apple of your red cheek. "I'm gonna miss you, birdie."

"Not as much as I'm gonna miss you, Ed's." You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, trying to tell him everything you didn't have the time to say in what could easily be passed off as a misjudgement of closeness. "Please don't be a stranger."

Eddie didn't say anything else. He let you close the cab door and stand on the side of the pavement, watching as he drove off and away from the six, away from you. Only when the cab was out of sight did either of you let the tears fall, not wanting the other to be saddened by your own heartbreak. Though, when had goodbyes ever been easy?

Billy: Y/n had always been a sensitive girl. But the band had been her whole world - each of us, we, had been her whole world. I think it truly broke her when the band broke up that day.

Furiously you wiped at your tears, trying to clear your face before you returned to your seat on the tour bus, knowing now that it was unlikely the six would continue past this moment, and that more goodbyes would probably be in order. You could cry it all out on the flight you were sure you'd have to book later today.

Making your way back to the tour bus, you silently got back on, not even making it to your seat before you broke down in tears again. Your knees couldn't hold your weight any longer, and as you began to sink to the floor, Warren was quick to spring from his seat, wrapping you in his arms and lowering you to the floor at a gentle pace. He gently stroked his fingers through your hair, shushing you as the pair of you rocked back and forth on the floor of the tour bus. Karen was quick to join the two of you, pressing a kiss to your temple and letting her own tears fall in the group hug containing the final members of the 6.

Y/n: Karen and Warren - I'd always been good fiends with them. But that day, on the bus, it became something different then. They're my best friends in the world now. Karen was the maid of honour at my wedding. I did ask Warren but he refused, claiming it only made sense for it to be Karen.

"It's okay sweet girls." Warren whispered to the two girls that were now cradled in his arms, all three of the in a mess of limbs and tears on the floor of the tour bus. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Warren had been right of course." You paused with a smile, waiting for Julia to adjust the camera so that both you and Eddie fit into the frame; his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into his side, a kiss pressed to your temple after which he gazed down at you lovingly. "Everything was okay, in the end. Eddie called me the second he landed back in Pittsburgh, correctly guessing I'd still be on the tour bus with Warren and Karen."

"Thank god I'd been right (about the tour bus)." Eddie smiled, pressing another kiss to your temple, relishing in the feel of his arm that was around your waist, knowing he'd never have to lose that feeling as long as he played his cards right. "I don't know what I'd have done if she hadn't picked up. If I'd lost her for good."

"Hello." You murmured into the phone, the loud ringing having woke you from your sleep. Thankfully, Warren and Karen were still asleep to your right, the ringing noise not waking them after the exhaustion of getting through such an eventful and emotional day. "Who is it?"

"Birdie..."

You sat upright at the voice on the other end of the line, sleep vanishing from your eyes. "Eddie." You whined, fingers scratching at the phone as if you could claw you way through it and into his arms. "I miss you."

"I know birdie, I miss you too."

"How'd you know to call here?" You and Karen were crashing in Warrens room, the three of you too upset to be left alone and not wanting to pay for three separate rooms when money was now going to be an issue.

"I figured you'd end up in bed with Warren, or Karen, or both. I called each room until you picked up." A soft smile graced your features at the thought of Eddie calling every room until he found you. He knew you so well. "I'm back in Pittsburgh, I want you to come with me."

It had taken Eddie seconds to realise the mistake he'd made in leaving the band. Not in the way of leaving the band, but rather in the way it meant leaving you, too. But his cab was going and his flight had been paid for.

"I... I love you, birdie." Eddie whispered, unsure if he was allowed to say such words after how hard he'd made you cry just hours before. "I don't want to not have you in my life. And I'm not calling just because I need someone right now, or because I regret leaving the band. I'm calling because I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you in it, and when you realise that you do something about it."

Eddies words had you shocked to silence, his voice calling out for you several times in the moments that you took to process what he'd just said. "Birdie, please say something."

"I'll tell you I love you too when you pick me up from the airport tomorrow at 11."

You could feel the smile that filled Eddies face through the phone.

"Am or Pm?"

Your hand interlinked with Eddies as you let your head fall to his shoulder, wrapped up in the memory of your first day out of the band. "It was difficult to say goodbye to Karen, her flight going back to England when both mine and Warren's were going back to Pittsburgh. It hurt a lot to see her go."

"I was in tears the whole flight." Karen laughed, wiping away a stray tear as she recalled when you and Warren left her at the gate to get your own flight. "But I called y/n as soon as I landed, and she told me she'd already booked flights to come and visit in a month. She's always been so good to me, to all of us, like that."

You'd slept on Warren's shoulder for most of the flight, his head atop yours as your dreamt about what life would bring going forward. Neither of you wanted to stay in Pittsburgh, but knew it was right for the moment, to take a deep breath and remind yourself of who you were before the band - without the band. Warren's long-time girlfriend, Lisa, had been the first person you saw once you escaped baggage claim, her running into his arms the moment she spotted him, but not forgetting to give you a hug of your own and a kiss to your cheek.

"My girl now, Rojas." You teased, pulling Lisa into side hug, hear head falling to your shoulder with a bright smile.

"Already forgetting about me?" You were quick to turn around at the sound of Eddie's voice, dropping your luggage and crashing into his arms, pressing kisses to his cheeks again and again, only stopping when he placed two fingers under your jaw and turned you to face him, finally giving you a real kiss after years of dancing around each other.

"Finally!" Warren shouted, head thrown back in laughter as he watched the two of you address all those lingering looks and hugs and touches that had happened over the past few years. "I better be invited to the wedding!"

"She told you that?" Warren scoffed, pulling the lit cigarette from his mouth, tapping the burnt butt into his ash tray before replacing it between his lips. "I only refused to be her maid of honour because Eddie asked me to be his best man first. How could I say no to being her maid of honour otherwise?"

"I love you too." You gasped out, pulling away from the kiss with Eddie. "I love you too. I love you so damn much it keeps me up at night, you're all I think about, all the time."

"I love you even more then that, birdie." Eddie nuzzled his nose against yours, quick to pull you in for another kiss that had Warren shouting at the pair of you to 'get a room.'

"Y/n did fulfil her promise." Karen nodded, thinking about her life long friendship with the brunette she'd met by chance. "She came to visit three weeks later. I was so excited. We spent a lot of time taking about the solo career I'd been planning for myself and how she could come along, be my opener for the American leg of the tour I would hopefully do - I didn't even notice the ring on her finger until her third day there!"

"I proposed the same night she got back to Pittsburgh. The girl had just flown halfway across the country cause she didn't know how to be without me, and I'd practically begged her to do it because I didn't know how to live without her. How could not?" Eddie retold with a soft smile gracing his features. It was one of the things you'd come to love the most in his old age; how soft and loving his features were when we wasn't stressing about the six, or Billy.

"I can't believe you came all this way, for me." Eddie mused later that night, the two of you face to face in his childhood bed, not wanting to fall asleep in fear this would all be some dream.

"How could I not?" You asked, pulling one of your hands out from beneath the duvet, pushing a strand of Eddies overgrown hair out of his eyes and safely behind his ear, careful to avoid brushing against the black eye nursing on his cheek. "Like you said, Ed's, I want to spend the rest of my life with you in it. Why would I wait to start the rest of my life when I could start it right now?"

Eddie pressed a hot and firm kiss to your lips, pulling away and resting his forehead against you own, a lovesick smile gracing his face. "You're exactly right birdie. Exactly right." Another series of kisses were pressed all over your face, starting at your lips, moving to your cheeks, then your forehead and back to your lips again. "Why wait when forever can start right now?"

Eddie pulled off one of his rings, holding it out in the small gap between the two of you. "Marry me."

It hadn't been a question.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I have no doubt in that. And I know more then anything, I want the rest of my life to start right now; I've spent years not doing that, and I don't want to wait another day. Marry me."

"It was quite the bold ask." You giggled, curling into Eddies side with a bright smile. "But who could say no to such a face?"

"Yes." You whispered into the darkness of the room you'd spent so many of your formative years in. "Yes." Eddie slipped the ring on your finger, pressing another series of hot and firm kisses all over your face.

"He promised to go out and buy a real ring the following morning." You explained to Julia, sticking your hand out towards the camera to show her that your engagement ring was just as simple of a band as your wedding one. "But I told him a didn't want one. This one meant more."

"She gave me that ring as a gift for my 15 birthday." Eddie mused, reaching for you hand and toying with the ring that'd sat on your finger for the last 20 years. It should've sat there for a lot longer, he thought. "It seems kind of full circle that it's ended up back in her possession. But she wouldn't have it any other way."

"I was happy for them, y'know." Daisy smiled, thinking back onto the pictures you'd sent her of your wedding day, her choosing not to come to keep any peace you may have had that day. "Glad to see more then just Warren came out of the band happy. Really happy."

"We only had a small wedding." You explained, the day feeling minutes ago rather then almost 20 years ago now. Where had the time gone? "Warren and Karen came, but everyone else didn't. I asked Cami to come, but she felt it'd be better if she didn't. I understood of course, things were different then, but it hurt me a lot - that the people I'd spent everyday of the few years of my life with didn't want to come to my wedding."

Eddie squeezed your hand tighter, pressing a kiss to your hair. "It was a hard day for y/n. But despite everything, we had the best time; it was the perfect day, honestly."

"Everyone came to visit sooner or later, one at a time, to congratulate us, apologise for not coming. Graham was the first to come and visit." You let out a low laugh as you dwelled on the memory. "I wish I had a photo to show you of the face he made when he realised I was pregnant."

"I'm sorry... what?" Graham choked out, unmoving in the doorway to your house as he stared at the baby bump that had formed under your summer dress. "Since when were you pregnant?"

"It wasn't the way I meant to say it." Graham denied. "It had been about 4 months since the band broke up, and only 1 month since they got married. I was just surprised!"

"Since just over 3 months ago." You laughed, pulling him into your house with a kind smile, taking hold of his bag for him and leading him towards your guest room. "Don't tell Eddie, but I think it's a girl."

"Oh! Of course she did!" Eddie laughed, his head thrown back over the cushions of the loveseat the two of you were cuddled on. "Though, not that I said anything at the time, I knew it was a girl."

"I'm sure you did." You nudged Eddie in his side, intertwining your fingers with his and letting your head fall to his shoulder. "Our Janie was born 6 months later. She was beautiful. 6 pounds and 8 ounces."

"She just started college last year, it's weird for the house to be so empty." Eddie added, a slight frown settling into his features. He missed Janie every day she was gone, that little girl - his little girl - being the absolute light of his life.

"You didn't have any other kids?" Julia asked, head peaking up just over the top of the camera she was recording the two of you with.

"No. Just our Janie. She was perfect. We didn't need another. Spitting image of her mother, with my rocking personality." It was moments like this, where Eddie spoke so fondly of you, your daughter, your family, that you knew - despite the hurt the band caused you across the years - every second had been worth it.

"Yeah, it was perfect. All perfect."

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Lover | Patrick Wilson x Fem!reader

Summary : You and Patrick had a one night stand a few months ago. And now you’re 6 months pregnant. You don't expect to meet the father of your child because you’re a woman who prefers to be alone. But fate said otherwise, you meet again with the father who made your stomach grow big.

And you stupidly didn’t know that he was an actor.

A/N : it’s a fluffy part, there’s no warning :)) I WROTE THIS WHILE MY FRIENDS PLAYED PERFECT-ED SHEERAN, ITS JUST GETTING MORE ROMANTIC OMG.

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The stove is on. You warm up the clear soup you made this morning. You stir it, then you taste it a little.

“This place looks….very comfy and far from the city.”You heard a man’s voice from behind you who started to enter the kitchen. “I’m sorry because I didn’t have time to come here yesterday…

You turned around for a moment and smiled at Patrick, then went back to stirring the soup, “It’s okay.” you could feel Patrick smiling behind you, he took off his leather jacket and put it on the wall-hanger.

“Please sit down.” You said looking at Patrick gesturing him to sit at the dining table. Then you start to turn down the heat on the stove, “sorry if my place doesn’t meet your expectations. My life is far from glamour thing.”

“My life too.” Patrick said which suddenly surprised you. then he continued his sentence, “I don’t like the spotlight, all this time I have tried to avoid things like that and… I just want to be an ordinary guy.”

You smiled, “you came to the right place.” then you put 2 bowls of hot soup on the dining table.

“Uh, so you’re vegetarian?” Patrick smiled back, looking at the soup with interest.

“No. But lately I’ve been eating vegetables more often because I’m craving vegetables. Your babies are very fussy and kick my stomach if they don’t eat vegetables.”

Patrick laughed softly, “Sorry but I just found out that there are pregnant women who crave vegetables. But it’s good because it’s healthy for the pregnancy. And...” Patrick looked at your big belly, “It seems like they inherited the annoying behavior from their father more quickly.”

The two of you now face each other at the dining table and start eating the soup.

“Wow Y/N…. this is surprisingly delicious. I really like the mushrooms.” said Patrick while deliciously devouring his soup.

“Thank you. I know my food is too simple-"

“Please…. oh, this...” Patrick said while looking at you, “…this is perfect.”

After lunch, you invited Patrick to garden in front of the house. While you were gardening and watering the plants, several times Patrick took over what you were doing, remembering that you were a pregnant woman. You could see the worry on his face. After that, you invited him to the area behind your house to pick oranges from your garden for Patrick so he can take home later.

“You did all this alone?” Patrick asked as he picked oranges in your garden.

You shook your head, “no, I was with my older brother. but he died... right before I met you.” Your words in the last sentence sound poignant.

You can feel that Patrick feels very guilty. Before he answered your words, you quickly continued, “He has been sick for the last 2 years, and his fiancé left him because of his condition. There was a problem with his heart, I did everything I could to get him well. We’ve been back and forth to the hospital, our money and our died-mother’s house had already been sold.”

Patrick lowered his head. Trying to digest it all. Then he looked back at you guiltily, “I’m sorry for everything that happened.”

There was a fairly long pause, then Patrick opened the conversation again, “So that’s why you went to the club at that time? Because you felt like your whole life was ruined?”

You nod slowly. Patrick exhaled, “I should’ve known this. I was really an asshole, I..."

“No... no Patrick,” you cut him off, “you don’t have to be responsible for me and my children just because my life is ruined.”

“Our children,” said Patrick, emphasizing his sentence. He saw you starting to shake with sadness. Patrick swiftly hugged you and put your head gently on his shoulder.

You looked up and saw Patrick’s sunlit face. He smiled, then wiped your tears. “I’m here... I’ll always be here.”said Patrick softly.

Patrick kissed your forehead gently and tucked your hair behind your ear. He- who unconsciously uttered the words from his mouth, “Beautiful.”

Then you laughed softly at Patrick’s words. He reflexively blushes, his face turns red, then he quickly gets down and holds your pregnant stomach.

“Hello buddies, this is your papa,” said Patrick, smiling happily, you chuckled softly, “you know you have a very extraordinary mother. More than your father. She is a strong woman, and I really hope you can be great... just like your mother.” Patrick looked at you, again. He couldn’t stop smiling at you.

Patrick stood back up and looked at you. You thought he would say something, but something beyond your expectations happened. He grabbed your chin and kissed your lips gently. The kiss seemed real, unlike what happened between you at the club.

“Thank you,” said Patrick whose lips were still touching yours, “thank you for all this.”

You smiled, then you two kissed again. Patrick hugged you tightly.

It’s getting late in the night, you know it’s time for Patrick to return to his house in New Jersey. You realize that Patrick is an actor, he is very busy... especially since he just told me that there is a new project for the Conjuring film.

You took his leather jacket which was on the wall hanger, and you helped put his jacket on. When the jacket was on his body, your hands reflexively grabbed Patrick’s chest. It feels like just yesterday you felt that sexy body inside you, that musky perfume.….

You miss slept with him. But you have to bury your thoughts about that. You know this is not the time to do that again.

“Y/N…” Patrick whispered softly in your ear, “come with me.”

You smiled, “no I’m fine, you go, just let me know if you want to play here again.”

“That’s not a question.” said Patrick, “Stay with me. Tomorrow I want to introduce you to my co-worker at the shooting location. They’ll be very happy and you will make lots of friends there...”

You lowered your head, your hand still holding Patrick's chest, “but it's late-"

“You can rest in my car. And then, I will take you straight to my apartment. Bring all your things, Y/N... I can’t leave you here alone...”

“But what about my garden?” you asked worriedly.

“Your uncle’s family seems to be indebted to you..." Patrick smiled, “I contacted them earlier. They are going on holiday here. Of course you don’t mind if someone lives here, right?”

You smiled, “wow, that’s sneaky. Do they really want to live in a village like this?”

“Don’t think about it,” Patrick said stroking your cheek, “Come on, we have to pack your things.”

You chuckled softly at Patrick's enthusiasm when he started looking for things around you. He grabbed the black suitcase that was under the stairs, “you’re going to use this, right?”

You nodded slowly, you chuckled at Patrick's behavior as if he was busy collecting your things, “why are you doing all this?”

Patrick stopped doing what he was doing, he looked at you and said, “I don't know. I suddenly thought of something...”

“….I want to introduce my lover to everyone I know," said Patrick and then he kissed your right hand gently, "especially my parents. Because they don't know yet that they will be grandparents.”

THE END

Sequel (18+) is coming soon❤️

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Teachers Pet

So, entering into a new fandom with this piece. It's gonna be a mini-series..maybe...honestly who knows. This is set in the Conjuring Universe with some tweaks, and the tweaks being that more then just ghosts and demonic entities exist, think of it as a bit of a Supernatural crossover without the characters. It will be a Ed/Lorraine/femreader fic, it's bit of instant love. Femreader is a hunter, and has some physic abilities that they use to assist when hunting supernatural creatures.

Warnings: Sexual undertones and heavy making out, brief mention of cheating - but not the three members of the throuple.

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Chapter Two

The Teachers

You could hear some of the audience whispering around you, the scepticism in their words and tones had you rolling your eyes. If they didn’t believe in the spiritual or demonic why even come to this lecture. The Warrens were well known for being experts in the subjects and had been involved in many cases around the country. You had kept an eye on their work as often as you could, reading every article and watching every news or talk show episode with them on it. But you had never seen them in person and you were beyond excited.

You watched the two of them walk onto the stage and your breathe caught. Your heart raced and you could hear your blood pumping in your ears. They were even more stunning in person, and Lorraine, you could almost feel something surrounding her. You had always been attune to others auras and to spirits. You weren’t a clairvoyant like Lorraine, you had no visions and when you touched things you never felt the emotions connected to the item or saw what happened moments before. But you were something.

You tried to pay attention to what the two of them were saying but you found yourself focusing more on their lips moving, their body language and how they interacted with each other more than the content of the lecture. You were currently busy staring at Ed, thinking you were covered as just another face in the crowd but the next moment Ed’s eyes seemed to find yours. Your eyes stayed locked together, as Lorraine took over talking. You felt your cheeks start to heat, as Ed continued to look at you, his lips slowly changing from the smile he had had the majority of the lecture to a relaxed smirk. Lorraine walked up beside him, her eyes following his line of sight and caught your eyes as well. Just like her husband she maintained eye contact, her smile becoming soft and gentle as her eyes seemed to penetrate right through you. That’s when you finally broke eye contact looking down at your lap as your face flushed deeply. Your fingers fiddling with the rings you were wearing.

You forced your eyes to stay on your lap the rest of the lecture and even through the question segment. You didn’t want to get caught staring at the married couple again. Everyone started shuffling out of the lecture hall, talking amongst themselves, you allowed yourself a moment before standing to trail along behind the others. You refused to look back at Ed and Lorraine as you left the room, breathing normally for the first time since they had stepped onto the stage. There was no way to explain or describe the feeling that those two produced in you, it was like they became the centre of your world. The thing that allowed you to feel others, was drawn to them, it was the strongest it had ever been. Which was why you could feel that they were walking towards you and they were almost out of the classroom, part of you wanted to push through the other people and get out of the building but your instincts raged against that thought, making your head hurt. The normal sign that you were choosing the wrong option, so instead you slowed your steps allowing the crowd to wash past you ensuring that you were practically the only ones in the hallway when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your body shivered at the feeling, as a shock radiated from where her hand had touched.

“Hello,” Lorraine smiled at you, you pouted a little when you noticed that you were shorter than her. Ed and Lorraine shared a look, a heat in their eyes as they took in your lips pushing forward before you quickly forced a calm look over your face.

“Hi,” you said eyes shifting between the two quickly, unsure who to focus on and not wanting to stare at either of them for too long. The pain in your head had disappeared, and in replace of it was a feeling of light, like you were flying almost.

“We noticed you in the lecture, you seemed very interested but we noticed you didn’t have any questions,” Ed said, an eyebrow raised. You couldn’t quite determine the tone of his voice, but it was nothing like the one he used in the lecture.

“Oh, um,” you had never told anyone before that you had had experiences with spirits, the demonic and other creatures of the supernatural. Learning how to deal with them, and help others but you had stayed under the radar not wanting to gain the attention of the Church.

“It’s alright,” Lorraine smiled her hand squeezing your arm, it was odd, normally you didn’t like people touching you but the feel on Lorraine’s hand on your arm calmed you, and that was something you didn’t like. Her eyes were kind and gentle but still had the feeling of seeing right through to your soul. “You can tell us. I feel a similarity between us, don’t you?”

You sighed rubbing the back of your neck, knowing that Lorraine could sense the thing that made you different, just as you could sense it in her. The sound of voices drew your attention to the hallway over the shoulder of the demonologists and you clamped up, drawing further into yourself.

“Perhaps not here,” Ed suggested. “We could grab some coffees and go to the park that isn’t far from here?”

You bit your lip as you considered your options, the light flying feeling you had got stronger when you thought about going with them and the pain in your head returned when you thought about denying the suggestion. You winced reaching up to rub your forehead and quickly brought your thoughts back to going with them.

“Alright,” you nodded ignoring them sharing a look of concern at your wince.

The three of you were walking through the park, aiming for a table on the far side that was away from everyone else that was in the park. You were walking in the middle, having tried to be on the outside but Ed had swiftly moved to your other side the moment that you had left the university and all the way to the coffee shop and to the park. You had also tried to pay for your own drink but again Ed had moved swiftly and ordered his and Lorraine’s drink and paid for all of them before you could pull out the money for your drink. They had made small talk during the walk but you had found it difficult to speak to them, the pressure of what you had to tell them was too much. But you hadn’t felt any pain in your head so you figured you were still doing the right thing.

You sat on one side of the table and Ed and Lorraine sat on the other side, both of them placing their forearms on the table and leaning forward. Not necessarily in your space but definitely letting you know that they were paying attention to you.

“So, I didn’t asks questions because I already knew a lot of what you were talking about,” you explained with no prompting you didn’t want to give yourself a chance to back out, you had in the past ignored the pain in your head and it eventually disappeared but it honestly wasn’t worth it. You knew these two wouldn’t call you crazy but it was still worrisome. Especially if they decided to go to the Church. But there is no way your instincts would tell you to go with them if doing so would endanger you.

“Have you had experience with spiritual beings?” Lorraine asked tilting her head to the side a little.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I…feel things, not quite like you, Lorraine, and I have…dealt with beings that have been causing havoc with people. I know the Church frowns upon such things but why should people have to continue to suffer if I can help.”

“That can be very dangerous,” Ed started, his brow furrowed. You felt a flare of anger but also something different at his words. Anger that he felt the need to tell you that what you were doing was dangerous, it was almost condescending. And another part of you, hummed. Happy that someone was concerned for you, it had been a long time since anyone had thought about you enough to be worried.

“I am well aware however, it is far safer for a person like me to do it then you,” you pointed out defensively. “You do not have…let’s say extra senses. I do. Plus my instincts have never let me down, they have a way of telling me if I am making the wrong decision.”

“She does have a point, Ed,” Lorraine laughed, poking her husband in the arm grinning cheekily at him when he looked at her. He rolled his eyes before planting a kiss on her cheek. Your body warmed at the smile on her face when she looked back at you and winked. “How does it work?”

“Well, when I choose the correct option I get this light, almost flying feeling,” you had never had to explain that feeling to anyone before so do so now it was difficult. “And when I even so much as think about the wrong option I get a pain in my head, and it stays until I change my mind. Sometimes when I decide to ignore it the pain can last for several days.”

“So coming with us was the correct choice?” Ed asked, his eyebrow raised again and a teasing glint in his eyes. His lips were quirked into the same little smirk he had when he had caught your eyes in the lecture.

“How do you know I didn’t just decide to ignore the pain?” raising your eyebrow you found your own lips quirking up into a teasing grin.

“You looked in pain until you agreed to come with us,” Ed responded, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before he sent a look to Lorraine who seemed to soften even more. The humming in your body slowed to a softer hum from what it had been, the light feeling that normally only stays in your body for a few minutes after you follow through on the correct option had stayed, burning brighter than normal and slowly moving out from the centre of your body.

“I guess you have me there,” you muttered pouting again, you caught Lorraine’s eyes dropping to your lips this time.

“What else do you feel? You said it wasn’t quite like my feelings,” Lorraine inched her hands towards yours that were resting on the table but you moved back. That connection was not something you wanted, you knew Lorraine would be able to sense something and you didn’t want to know if that was a good thing or not.

“Yes, I don’t have visions or feel emotions that are connected to items or memories,” you shrugged. “But I am attuned to peoples auras, which is helpful when people are being targeted by the demonic or spirits. And I tend to be able to sense even the smallest presence of the supernatural creatures.”

“That would be incredibly helpful,” Ed nodded.

“It is, and I can’t explain how but it tends to help me deal with them as well,” you continued. “I have created ways in which to handle the supernatural creatures.”

“You keep saying supernatural creatures?” Lorraine asked, confusion clear as day on her face.

“You believe in spirits and the demonic, surely it can’t be too much of a stretch to think that other creatures of myth exist?” you teased them both.

“We have never encountered them,” Ed stated, a hint of the tone he used to lecture entering his tone.

“And yet they still exist, you do tend to only take on cases that the Church asks you too, and they only hear about possessions, and demonic,” you rolled her eyes. “And I also hate to break it to you but demons are capable of a lot more than what you realise.”

“And you exorcism them?” Lorraine appeared to be getting more and more concerned.

“If I can,” you nod. “There are ways to trap them and limit their power. You know, I am not the only one who is out there helping those that the Church ignores.”

“The Church-” Ed’s tone had become as defensive as yours had been moments before.

“Only takes on cases that they are able to get proof on, and only look at potential hauntings or demonic presences,” you interrupted leaning forward getting passionate. “And they don’t even consider looking at anything else. I have helped people who have gone to the Church and been turned away, no-one even went to look. And don’t even get me started on the fact that they are less likely to help those who haven’t been baptised or don’t go to church.”

Lorraine was studying your face, you knew that she was most likely sensing something. Another clairvoyant you had met once mentioned that when you feel any emotion with an intensity, this presence tends to appear alongside yours. You were cautious when you asked them what it felt like. They had said that it was different, almost like nothing they had sensed before, it wasn’t dark or malicious but in the same breathe it wasn’t light either. It was there but they mentioned feeling a strong sense of protectiveness from the presence.

“Don’t worry about that,” you waved your hand at her.

“Worry about what?” Ed asked looking between the two of you.

“She has a presence,” Lorraine’s voice was distant as she was still focusing on you and whatever the presence was.

“And before you even suggest it I am not possessed or being tormented by a demonic spirit,” you drawled tone blank. “A clairvoyant I met a few years ago sensed the same thing you are when I got angry. They said it was neither malicious or light, it merely protective of me and just there, and they weren’t worried and neither am I.”

Ed closed his mouth, a huff of amusement leaving him as you correctly predicted what his next concern would be. He looked to his wife for confirmation, and saw that she wasn’t worried more curious than anything. His eyes switched back to you and scanned the part of your body that he could see. You were a very attractive young woman, maybe around ten years younger than Lorraine and nearly twelve years younger than him. He knew Lorraine thought the same if the way she was with you was any indication but he knew his wife and he knew she was draw to you and not just for the fact that you had similar abilities. For he was drawn to you as well.

“Alright I will concede the point I wanted to make about the Church,” Ed turned the conversation back to the point before it had been sidetracked. “Other than your gifts how do you know how to deal with these supernatural creatures?”

“From others, there are a number of, they call themselves hunters, that had gathered information from trial and error I suppose and they pass it on,” you explained. “Some keep journals to pass on when they decide to “retire” and whenever we meet each other we give ways to communicate.”

“How do others not know of these things?” Lorraine had finally refocused on the conversation and not on the presence inside as it had disappeared once your passion and anger had simmered down.

“We don’t allow it, we deal with them without any fanfare, we don’t discuss it with anyone who isn’t already aware to some degree of the supernatural,” you took the final sip of your drink. “It’s better that way, prevents a panic. I mean can you imagine what would happen if people actually believed in demons and ghouls and vampires?”

“Nothing good I imagine,” Ed agreed reaching out to grab your cup and Lorraine’s before standing up to throw them in the bin that was closest to your table. Leaving you alone with Lorraine.

“You don’t want me to touch you,” it was a statement rather than a question.

“It’s complicated,” you sighed rubbing the back of your neck. “The last time a clairvoyant touched me my instincts flared, they didn’t like him touching me. And I also don’t really like knowing that that touch can give you a deeper insight into me.”

“I touched your shoulder before-”

“Over my shirt,” you interrupted again. “I think clairvoyant gifts only work on me if they touch my skin. My clothing provides a bit of a barrier…I think. And I did get a bit of an electric shock.”

“Hm, that is an interesting theory,” Lorraine smiled. “Before my husband comes back, if we needed your assistance on a case, would you be willing to help us?”

“On the condition that the Church never knows about me,”

“Of course,” Lorraine agreed. “We’d keep you completely away from that side of things.”

“Will your husband agree?” you raised an eyebrow. “I know how to completely disappear, so if there is-”

“I wouldn’t tell a soul,” Ed’s voice interrupted coming from your side as he took a seat beside you instead of back with his wife.

You inched a little away from him, under the guise of giving him more space. You dutifully ignored all the happy feelings his presence brought up in you. And you also ignored the warmth you could feel from his body as he followed you, not quite touching you but also leaving little space between your bodies. You risked a glance at his face only to find him already watching you, his blue eyes were captivating. You flushed as you tore your gaze away to find Lorraine watching you again, her own blue eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing look but you noticed that she didn’t seem put off by any of it. You cheeks heated further as Lorraine continued to watch you and you could feel Ed’s gaze on you as well, the combination of their attention was both too much and not enough. Lorraine’s gaze was soft but you could feel a heat behind it especially when you poked your tongue out to wet your lips, her eyes tracing the movement.

You quickly thought about leaving and when no pain followed you stood up startling the two demonologists with your movement. The light flying feeling you had dimmed leaving behind a cold emptiness inside. But that was preferable to the pain and to the humming that your body was doing in their presence.

“I need to get going,” you declared stepping over the seat and striding away.

“Wait!” Ed called after you. Your body froze without your say so, the empty feeling starting to fill with warmth again. You refused to turn back around however your fingers tangling together in-front of you.

“We have a case that we may need your help on,” Lorraine started. “We could discuss it over lunch?” Lorraine had moved closer to you, standing to your side and trying to catch your eye. You hung your head and sighed.

“Tomorrow?” you asked. “I do actually have some errands to run today.”

“Tomorrow,” Ed agreed.

Lorraine past you a folded piece of paper. “Our address, come by anytime after 11.”

Nodding you started walking again the cold empty had gotten smaller once you had agreed to meet up with the married couple again. You truly had no idea what to make of your instincts and why they were reacting the way they were, nor did you have any idea what make of how the two demonologists had acted around you. Hopefully, lunch tomorrow would get all of this shit sorted but you wouldn’t be surprised if it only made it worse.

“She is certainly something else,” Ed muttered watching you walk away, Lorraine noticed how his eyes seemed dropped once or twice to watch your hips sway before he tore them away.

“Yes, I did rather notice how she seemed to captivate you from the moment you saw her,” Lorraine teased.

“Honey, as if you can talk,” Ed wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked off in the opposite direction. “I saw you watching her lips while she talked.”

“We did always have the same taste,” Lorraine grinned. “You want her.”

Ed was aware of the fact that his wife wasn’t asking, she was telling him. He squeezed her tight to his side and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

“So do you,” Ed responded. The two of them were incredibly in sync with each other, knowing the other well enough to know when they wanted something.

“It has been a while since we found someone that interested the both of us enough,”

“Shall we test the waters?”

“I think we can be certain that she is interested in the both of us if her adorable flush was anything to go by,” Lorraine chanced a look over her shoulder and was rewarded with one last look at you before you disappeared around the corner. “Maybe we can be not as subtle, in testing the waters tomorrow.”

“She doesn’t like touch too much, but we can come up with a way,” Ed grinned.

“Why couldn’t I have been born without this shit?” you asked yourself as you sat in your car outside the Warren’s house.

It was a beautiful house in a beautiful suburb, which just reinforced the fact that this was a married couple, with a daughter. You thumped your head against the steering wheel before the tugging that had started in your chest grew stronger and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. The humming started back up and kept getting stronger the closer you got. As did your light flying feeling, which told you that you were doing the right thing. The door opened just as you reached it, you didn’t know if that meant they were watching out a window or if Lorraine just knew that you had arrived.

“Welcome!” Lorraine happily welcomed you in to their home. She moved towards you before she pulled back. “Please come in.”

You tilted your head as you realised she probably wanted to hug you but remembered that you weren’t always comfortable with it. But the humming seemed to deflate a little when she didn’t hug you. You smiled at her and it wasn’t as forced as you thought it would be, you also couldn’t help but notice how the clothing she wore today hugged her curves quite nicely.

“Hi, thank you,” you were again a little soft spoken, it irked you a little that two people could have this effect on you, when nothing ever had before. “You have a lovely home.”

The inside of the house was as beautiful as the outside, there was signs that they had truly made this house their home. There were books and records everywhere. Photos of them and a young girl who you assumed was their daughter and an older woman, who looked like Lorraine so you assumed was her mother. You noticed paintings on the wall and upon closer inspection saw Ed’s name signed down the bottom of all of them.

“Oh my, these are,” you breathed eyes taking in all the details. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Ed’s voice finally got your attention away from his paintings. He stood next to Lorraine, his arm wrapped around her waist as they both watched you in their house as you were taking everything in. “Welcome to our home.” Just like with Lorraine you couldn’t help but notice how nicely his clothes fitted to his body, he was wearing more causal clothes then the suit he wore yesterday. The clothes he wore today displayed the muscles in his arms so nicely that you had to force your eyes away from them.

“Thank you,” you found your smile growing in Ed’s presence making you freeze for a moment before turning back to look at the paintings. Your cheeks heating again.

“Lunch will just be another ten minutes,” Lorraine detached herself from Ed and walked beside you, she was careful not to touch you as she placed her arm behind your back. Even though there was space in-between her arm and your back plus the material of your clothes you could have sworn you felt the heat from her arm.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. You always found it a little odd to just sit or stand around while others prepared meals.

“You can keep Lorraine company while I finish up,” Ed smiled falling in step behind you and Lorraine after you past him. “There’s some drinks at the table.”

“Okay,” you agreed as Ed pulled out two chairs beside each other, Lorraine gently nudged you into one before taking the other. Ed’s hands stayed on the back of them as you pulled them back in. You felt a quick swipe of his thumb on your back before it was gone, your body shivered at the contact. A simmering heat started at the point of contact and moved outwards warming your body as it went.

“We’re having some crispy shredded chicken, with some potato salad,” Lorraine said taking a jug and pouring some into a glass. “Do you drink?”

“That sounds delicious,” you smiled, your mouth watering at the thought. “And yes I do…”

“How does a margarita sound?” Lorraine grinned, sitting the glass in-front of you and pouring herself one and then another glass and setting it across the table where a third plate was set.

“Delicious,” you nodded taking a sip, a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips at the taste. “Did Ed make this as well?”

“He did,” Lorraine grinned turning a little in her chair to face you, propping her head up on her hand. “Isn’t he talented, he can cook, make amazing drinks and paint?”

You blinked a little confused by the tone of Lorraine’s voice but you agreed with her statements, Ed was incredibly talented and if lunch tasted as good as it smelled you would be in heaven. Your body warmed, and it wasn’t just from the cocktail, Lorraine was being very careful not to touch but kept a small amount of space between the two of you. You could hear Ed in the kitchen, humming a little to the song that was playing in softly in the background, your smile becoming gentle as you took another sip of your drink.

“Yes he is,” you agreed, unable to maintain eye contact with Lorraine as you looked down at the table. “You are very lucky, as is your daughter.” You forced yourself to remember that these two were not only married but had a daughter.

“Indeed, Judy is out with my mother,” Lorraine provided without any prompting. “They’re enjoying a day in the park before going back to my mother’s for the night.”

“That’s sweet, I bet they’ll both enjoy that,” you looked back up at her, you couldn’t help but watch her lips as she took a sip. Your blood felt like it was on fire, and as hard as you tried to ignore it your pussy had started to throb a little, from the moment you noticed how the Warrens looked in their clothes.

“They should do, which give us plenty of time to discuss our case and also to get to know each other,” Ed responded entering from the kitchen with three plates of food balanced perfectly. “And I hope you enjoy this.”

Ed placed the first plate in-front of you and the second in-front of Lorraine, making sure to kiss her lips as he did, you quickly looked away before you could be caught staring. Ed then took the seat across from the both of you, his lips pulled back into a smile.

“It smells delicious,” you assured him, picking up your fork to taste the chicken. Your eyes shuttered closed as a moan left your lips at the taste of the chicken. It was so beautifully tender and seasoned.

Ed had to shift a little in his seat at the sound that left your mouth, it was positively sinful. Lorraine squeezed her legs together as she felt her panties get a little wet. They shared a heated look both thinking how much they wanted to hear that noise in a different setting.

“I take it you like it?” Lorraine asked, a teasing tone to her voice that you missed entirely.

“This is amazing, Ed,” you praised any concerns you had previously about why these two had such an effect on you forgotten in the face of really good food. It was the easiest way to get through your walls, good food.

“Thank you,” Ed grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

You eagerly dug into the meal, taking a sip of the margarita in between every few mouthfuls. This was one of the best meals you had had in a while, you mostly grabbed take out or frozen meals, seeing as how you couldn’t cook at all. It was in the best interest of everyone if you never touched a stove. Ed and Lorraine watched, they both rather liked the image of you at their table enjoying a meal cooked by Ed. Lorraine had even inched closer to you her leg slowly pressing into yours bit by bit when you only glanced at her a little, a soft smile sent her way before you went back to eating. Ed stretched out one of his legs to tap your foot with his. Neither of them touching bare skin, as Lorraine was wearing a pair of pants, the material soft against the skin of your leg. Your body seemed to settle from the contact between the three of you, the humming settling down.

You settled back into your chair nursing the last bit of your drink, content from the delicious meal you had consumed when you noticed Lorraine and Ed watching you. Your cheeks heated at their attention, you carefully placed your glass back on the table and looked down.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I have had a home cooked meal, I normally just get take out or a frozen meal,” you muttered, unsure why you felt the need to explain why you absolutely devoured that meal. You weren’t going hungry but there is something that is just superior about home cooked meals.

“No need to apologise,” Ed smiled, deciding to test the waters a bit more and reached out to cover your hand with his, pausing with his hand hovering above yours to give you time to move away. When you didn’t he gently placed his hand over yours and squeezed softly. “It’s a great compliment to the chef when people enjoy their food so much they can’t stop until its gone.”

Lorraine noticing that you didn’t pull away from her husband’s touch leaned into you, gently placing an arm over your shoulders, her fingers softly stroking the skin of your arm. She too moved slowly, waiting to see if you would move away from her touch before she actually touched you, when you leant into her side she grinned. An electric shock went through both of you the moment she touched your skin with her fingers, your body heated from the inside out, in a very pleasant way.

“Oh,” Lorraine maintained the contact, as her body started to heat and that feeling she got when she felt the presence yesterday returned. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, in fact it made her feel safe, the thing seemed to wrap around both her and Ed, extending its protective circle around them.

“What?” Ed asked, you had been worried that he might feel left out from not being able to feel what you and Lorraine were feeling but he mostly appeared curious as he stroked you hand.

“The presence that is inside our girl, it wants to protect us,” Lorraine explained staring at you with wonder. “It feels like safety, and my body is heating up, it feels like electricity is passing between us.”

You thought you had misheard when Lorraine referred to you as “our girl” but when Ed only nodded and looked between you and his wife with awe you thought that maybe that is what you heard. You felt the warmth in your body finally reach your hand that was resting under Eds. You bit your lip wondering if you could find a way to pass the warmth to him as well. Ed’s fingers stopped stroking your hand his eyes growing wide as he looked at you.

“I think I can feel…warmth,” he whispered in wonder. You grinned, though unsure of how you managed it, happy that Ed didn’t have to be left out. “Our girl.”

The presences within you seemed content, in a way you hadn’t felt before, the humming was now a constant low buzz in the background. You wanted to test something, so you thought about getting up and leaving, about never returning to them. The pain that ripped through you head was like nothing else you had felt before, you gasped eyes squeezing shut.

“What happened?” Ed was up and out of his seat, coming around to your side of the table and kneeling beside you, his hand on your thigh. Lorraine had moved her hand that was stroking your arm to the back of your head, gently rubbing through your hair as her other hand fell to your thigh closest to her.

“It’s fine,” you waved their concern away quickly letting the thoughts drop, the warmth returned as did the light. “I…just needed to test something.”

“And it caused you pain?” Lorraine asked. “You thought about a decision that was wrong.”

“Yeah, I thought…I thought about leaving and not returning,” you confessed softly. You had only known these two for a day, if that, and you knew that your instincts were telling you that you had to stay with them but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t creep out the married couple. They might have both called you “our girl” but that also doesn’t mean anything.

“It would seem that you are meant to be here,” Lorraine told you, pressing a kiss against your cheek, grinning as your entire face went red.

“With us,” Ed added squeezing the thigh that was under his hand. His eyes smouldering when he saw how you reacted to Lorraine merely kissing you on the cheek.

“But,” you saw a photo of them with their daughter and it was like ice water had been dropped on you. Ed and Lorraine gasped, feeling the drop in your warmth from their connections with your skin. “Your daughter, you are married and you have a child.”

“Our child who will understand,” Lorraine assured you. “My mother used to date more than one person, and Judy asked about it one day, poly relationships are easy to explain to a child.”

“But the church,” you tried again only to have Ed gently cup your cheek and tilt your head upwards as he stood up.

“It is a little at odds with the teachings of the church but Lorraine and I have come to terms with it long ago, before we had Judy we use to see other people for either short term or long term,” Ed explained. “But none of them ever felt right enough for it to become permanent.”

“But there is something about you that is different,” Lorraine continued. “We can’t explain it but I think the fact that you were in so much pain when you thought about leaving us just confirms that this difference is a good thing. That we are meant to be.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, trying to sort through your thoughts, ignoring the humming that had started back up in earnest when both Ed and Lorraine acknowledged that you belong with them and they belonged with you. It was absurd for you all to be feeling so strongly about strangers, even knowing what you know about the supernatural it was weird to you. But that was only a small part of your brain, the rest, well the rest was happy with what you were feeling. It was like pieces of the puzzle finally coming into place, like coming home. And your instincts had never led you astray before, the last time you ignored them when it concerned a relationship you had ended up with a man who cheated on you constantly. You focused back on the couple beside you, they were trying hard to hide their hope but when you smiled at them, their faces blossomed. They seemed to have a conversation between themselves before they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks.

“Our girl,” they both grinned, enjoying the flushed look on you. “May we kiss you?”

“Yes,” you answered softly. Obviously the conversation they had was regarding who was going to get the first kiss. Lorraine nudged your chin up and around to her, with a finger, her thumb stroking your bottom lip. Ed’s hands were gently holding your hips, as he kneeled back down, encouraging you to turn slightly in your chair to face Lorraine.

The first touch of her lips against yours was soft and gentle. Just a press before she tugged your bottom lip between hers sucking it into her mouth, drawing a whine from you. She released your lip, pressing back in, licking your lips to encourage you to separate them, her tongue delved into your mouth tasting you and drawing your tongue to twine with hers. You could feel Eds hands squeezing your hips, before one of them reached around to wrap around your stomach, pressing you against him while Lorraine pressed into your front. Lorraine pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your lips before she separated entirely from you, looking down at her husband to see his darkened eyes staring at the two of you.

“Your turn,” Lorraine whispered nudging you towards him.

Ed stood up, copying what Lorraine did to draw your head up as he bent down to capture your mouth. Where Lorraine’s kiss had been gentle, and calm, kissing Ed was like a storm. It was demanding, he took control in a different way to his wife, his teeth tugging on your lip before he pulled your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his teeth graze along it before he pushed it back in your mouth with his tongue following. You could feel your clit throbbing as more of your arousal soaked your panties. Ed pulled away from the kiss, scraping his teeth along your jaw quickly before he stood up. He smirked, a little proud of himself for leaving you breathless and your eyes almost glazed over, as your breasts heaved. His eyes dropped to them, licking his lips as he imagined what they would feel like in his mouth. Lorraine was busing dropping kisses along your neck, her hands stroking up and down your thighs as she pressed her chest against your back. Your hands had stretched up to rest against Ed’s stomach, as your eyes dropped from his unable to handle the heat in them. You blinked, eyes widening in surprise when you saw the bugle in his jeans. His cock hard and straining.

“I think we should move to the couch,” Ed almost purred with his suggestion, glancing at his wife before he reached down for your hands and tugged you up and into his chest. You felt his hard cock pressing into your stomach, he groaned at the pressure grinding into you as Lorraine stood up and led the way into the lounge room. Ed squeezed your hands as he tugged you to follow her.

“Anytime you want to stop, just say,” Lorraine said as she sat down, Ed placing you next to her before he took a seat behind you, his hands finding your hips again.

“Promise us, pretty,” Ed leaned in.

“I promise.”

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Below the surface (Reader x Ed Warren)

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Ding dong.

Lifting your head up, you turned to look at the door. – “Hang… hang on I think someone is at the door.” – you spoke through the telephone cutting through your friends rambling. – “I’ll leave you on hanging. Wait a second.” – you told her before putting the horn upwards down. Faintly you could hear her voice call out your name. Hesitantly you went towards the door, wondering who it could be. Grabbing the doorknob you opened the door expecting to see anyone. To your surprise there was no one.

Furrowing your brows you wondered if you had imagined the doorbell. Needless you looked around, yet no one was around. Wanting to head back inside your eyes fell down on a stack of letters and a package on your doorstep. Bending down you picked it up. Moving the letters to the back to get to the package. Wrapped in brown paper packages. – “I didn’t order anything.” – you mumbled to yourself.

Returning into the house you placed the items on the counter near where you had left the horn. Still hearing your friends voice call out to you. – “I’m here.” – you said speaking into the horn. – “Goodness you took your time. Who was at the door? A handsome man?” – you heard your friend say in your ear. – “No…” – you answered looking down at the package. – “Just some letters and a package.”

“A package oh what did you buy. You have to tell me. Did you buy the hairdryer? I heard it’s great. Saves you a trip to the hairdresser.” – she replied excitingly. – “I… I didn’t order anything.” – you told her staring strangely at the package. – “Well open it up then. Maybe it is from an admirer. Maybe that guy Ed that used to live in your parent’s neighborhood?” – the mention of Ed’s name made you snap out of your stare. – “Oh hush!” – you told her playfully. – “I haven’t seen him in years. I doubt he would gift me something out of nowhere.” – you explained to her.

“Who knows?” – was her answer. – “Now open it up and tell me what it is.” – your friend encouraging you more to open it. You pressed the horn between your cheek and shoulder to use both hands to open it. Neatly you unwrapped it not wanting to damage the paper. – “What is it?” – you heard your friend say frantically in your ear. Eyes glued onto the package as it revealed to have been hiding a doll. An old raggedy doll with one eye missing that used to be a black button. – “It’s… It’s…” – you started slowly bringing the doll up to eyes-height.

“A doll.” – you finished confused. – “A doll?” – your friend called out. You hummed loud holding the doll in many angles to get a good look at it. – “Why would I have this?” – you wondered setting the doll down to sit. – “Maybe it was wrongly delivered?” – she questioned over the phone. You examined the brown paper package trying to look for a street address. – “It has nothing on it.” – you told her.

You heard her hum loud. – “Is it cute?” – she asked. You took a second to admire the doll once more. – “It’s old.” – you told her. – “Dirty and rather ugly.” – you told her pulling your nose up at the doll. You picked it up once more holding it by the arm as it dangled in the air. The doll’s dress yellowed out from over the years. The dress’s edges ruffled. The stray like red hair tied together in two ponytails. Dust stains on the doll’s face. Then there was that one black button eye.

You stared at it for a moment seeing how shimmering it was. A shudder rushed up your spine making you toss the doll on the counter. You hung up on your friend, saying your goodbye’s over the telephone. Placing the horn back you looked back at the doll. – “I’m not keeping you.” – you said out loud, grabbing the doll by her arm. The doll bounced in your hand as you made your way outside. Going behind your house to open the garbage can.

You opened the lit looking down in it. – “In you go.” – you said tossing the doll down in it. The lit closed leaving the doll in utter darkness. Wiping your hands you headed back inside. Inside you came to a stop hearing water drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Slow and at a constant pace. Following the sound you went into the kitchen seeing the faucet drip. You turned on the handle to block it out. The dripping stopped. Sighing loud you calmed yourself. Somehow you felt lighter with that doll out of your house.

The next morning you woke up, startled to find the doll at your bed’s end. – “I threw you out!” – you said frantically knowing you did… or did you? Moving your fingers through your hair you weren’t sure anymore. Getting out of bed you grabbed the doll with you. – “You’re going in the trash.” – you told it going down the stairs. You froze hearing the radio turn itself on. Static filling the room. The channel constantly changing as a distorted voice came through the static. – “Are… you feeling… nervous?” – the words came through distorted and robotic with a deep growl.

Blinking confused you weren’t sure if you had heard it correctly. The radio only blasting static. Rushing over to it you turned it off. Shaking your head you rushed outside, tossing the doll once more with the trash. Heading back inside you suddenly stopped looking down at your hand. Gasping loud you saw you were still holding the doll. Had you not thrown it out? Something felt odd. As if you couldn’t remember your last actions. You jumped out of your skin when a music box started to play music.

The melody sweet and melancholic. Panicking you dropped the doll on the ground. You snatched the music box from the shelve, throwing it on the ground. The box clattered open, pieces scattering around. Breathing loud, you felt like losing your mind. Heart thumping loudly in your chest. Your eyes fell upon the doll laying down on the ground. Tilting your head to the side, you stared right at the doll. Somehow you felt like it was laughing at you.

Shouting loud you rushed up to the doll, throwing it outside through the door. Exhaling deep you felt a bit at peace. Moving into the living room you hoped to be rid of it forever. The tv flashed on without a warning. Static drizzling the screen. You slowly moved closer to it. How was it possible for it to turn on by itself? Kneeling you came face to face with the tv. – “Mommy please.” – a child’s voice echoed out sounding both haunting as desperate. It made you gasp loud, falling back. The tv shutting out, turning into a black screen.

You screamed seeing a reflection in the blackness of the screen behind you. Turning around your eyes widened seeing the doll sit in the armchair with the remote near it. – “What is going on?” – you frantically called out getting up. Holding your hands over your ears you were panicking. Panting loud as the lights around you started to flicker on and off. A distorted voice laughing as it sounded like all around you. The voice glitching from sweet to deep. A deep tremor you didn’t know anyone possible could bellow.

You took a run for it to the front door. Grabbing the handle you started pulling at it. The door not opening. – “No! No! let me out!” – you called out thumping loudly on the door. From behind you, you felt like someone was approaching. – “Let me out! Let me out! Help!” – you screamed out panicking while jamming frantically on the doorknob. A deep growl rumbled down the hallway. Looking back you saw how blacked out it was. Barely able to see further into your house. – “Help! Help!” – you kept calling out feeling powerless. The door wouldn’t budge as the feeling grew closer.

Creeping up on you like a shadow’s blanket. You heard the radio turn back on. As before only static coming through. – “No! Let me out! Please! Help me!” – you cried out pulling as hard as you could on the handle. – “You’re going to serve…” – the disrupted voice came through. – “No…no please!” – you cried louder, eyes suddenly widening. – “Us.” – a clear voice spoke in your ear. Before you knew it you were grabbed pulled back into the shadow. Your eyes shot awake, slowly lifting your head as you found yourself in bed.

The doll you had thrown out numerous times sitting on the other end of your room. Rubbing your eyes you weren’t sure what hour or day it was. A hazy feeling lingering in your mind. Touching your forehead you felt out of place. Looking up to the doll, it appeared to be staring back at you. The forever attached smile to her face smiling creepily back at you. Gasping startled the light on your nightstand started to flicker. As a response you jumped out of bed, taking the doll with you.

From that day on, you never went anywhere without the doll. Thinking it might have resented you for calling it old and ugly, specially for tossing it away. No matter how many times you threw it away, it always ended back with you. Best not to anger it further you thought. Some days you felt like yourself as other days you couldn’t remember how or when you got to a certain place around your house. Suddenly standing somewhere with an object in your hand, haven forgotten what happened before.

It had been a while since you left the house, but here you were. Outside in town meeting up with your friend. You greeted her from afar, crossing the street. She waved back at her, her brows furrowing at you. From inside your purse she could see the head of a doll pop up. – “Is… is that the doll you had been given?” – she asked confused. You hummed loud. – “Why… why in God’s name are you carrying it with you?” – she asked further finding you very strange. – “Because it doesn’t like to be alone.” – you answered. – “It’s a doll Y/n. A f*cking doll it has no feelings!” – your friend called out finding you a lunatic for even thinking such a thought.

“Shut it!” – you snapped at her with a louder voice than you anticipated. It made your friend flinch. – “Sorry…” – you sighed out rubbing your forehead. – “I don’t know what is happening to me.” – you told her. – “Weird that is what is happening to you!” – she called out with a deep sigh. – “Jeez Y/n when was the last time you went out, or even had a man?” – she questioned looking at you. – “I don’t know.” – you replied exhausted.

Your friend looked behind you, eyes blinking surprised at the sight of someone familiar. – “We’ll change that.” – she hooker her arm with yours, waving excitedly at someone. – “Ed!” – she called out. – “Ed Warren! Ed!” – she kept calling out till she got his attention. You shot her glare wanting to break free from her grip. – “Oh no you aren’t going anywhere.” – she mumbled to you, keeping her smile up.

Ed came over, smiling. – “Y/n is that you?” – he asked. Your friend hummed loud scooting you closer to him. – “It has been a while, perhaps you two should meet up to catch up on lost time.” – she proposed with a cheeky grin. – “I… uhm.. of course… if you don’t mind of course Y/n.” – he felt a bit nervous. – “She doesn’t mind.” – your friend answered pushing you closer to him. You bumped against Ed, smiling sheepishly at him. – “Hi.” – you breathed out. – “Hi.” – he responded smiling shyly down at you. – “Good you kids have fun then.” – your friend wished you the best of luck with him.

Knowing how crazy you two were for each other when growing up. If only you hadn’t moved into another neighborhood, things might have played out sooner. Ed gestured for you to lead the way. The two of you settled in a nice coffee shop down the road. You sat down taking your bag off, setting it beside you on a chair. Ed quirked his brow up at the sight of the raggedy doll’s head sticking out of it. – “Is that yours?” – he asked pointed at the doll. You looked down at it as if forgotten you had it. – “It was gifted to me.” – you replied.

“By who?” – Ed asked further curious about the doll. You pulled your shoulders up. – “I found it at my doorstep, and it won’t leave me.” – you told him, not sure why you said that last part. It felt as if the desperate part in you wanted to share it with anyone. Ed quirked his eyebrow up once more. – “May I see it?” – he held his hand out. You reached for the doll taking it out gently. – “Be careful with it.”

Ed accepted the doll from you, taking a close look at it. He stared into the black button eye. Staring intensely till an apparition in the button made him flinch back. – “What is it?” – you asked concerned. Ed looked from the doll to you with shock. – “Y/n… this doll…” – he started not sure how to put this into words. – “It’s haunted.” – he whispered making you laugh loud. – “Now give it back.” – you extended your hand to him.

Ed stared baffled at you. – “I can’t give this back to you Y/n. You need to get rid of it.” – he explained, feeling yourself grow angrier. – “Give it back!” – you called out louder snatching at the doll. Ed kept it out of reach from you. – “Y/n I don’t think you understand the situation. Let me help you. You see I am a demonologist. I can…” – he went on as you grew impatient. – “Give it to me!” – you shouted getting up. The light in the coffee shop flickering around you.

Ed looked shocked around then to the doll he was holding. You snatched the doll from him. Staring down at it you felt yourself slip in a frozen position. Unable to move while staring into the black buttoned eye. – “Y/n!” – Ed called out grabbing you by the elbow. – “No!” – your mouth said although it wasn’t your voice coming through. A voice much deeper and distorted then yours.

Ed grabbed you firmly by the shoulders, staring at your eyes. He saw how dull your eyes appeared. No sign of light in them. – “Y/n.” – he said cupping your cheeks. He was searching for any signs of yourself. – “Looking for something?” – you replied with a sly smile. Ed clenched his jaw, hardening his gaze on you. – “You’ll burn in hell.” – he whispered threateningly. You could only chuckle devious. – “I already am.” – you answered. Ed grabbed you firm by the arm, pulling you with him.

Outside you seemed to have snapped out of it. – “Are we leaving yet?” – you asked. Ed sat you in his car, shutting the door. – “Ed? Ed where are we going?” – you questioned watching him go around the car. He glanced your way once sitting down. – “I’m going to save you.” – he answered starting the car. Your eyes widened when he stopped the car at his house. – “Why are we here?” – you asked when Ed pulled you out of the car. He pushed you inside his house, locking the door behind him.

“Give me the doll Y/n.” – he said as soon as he had entered his house. – “No…” – you answered shaking your head. – “Y/n give it to me!” – Ed repeated in a more demanding matter. – “No…” – repeating your words louder. – “Y/n give me the doll and all will be well. I want to help you. Y/n you need help.” – Ed called out desperately. You kept shaking your head, pressing the doll against your chest. – “Y/n! That thing!” – Ed shouted nearly losing his patience. – “That thing is haunted by a demon!”

You looked down at the doll. A whisper filling your ears. – “His words mean to deceive you.” – the whisper said. – “My voice just wants to lead you.” – the whisper continued with a deep grumble. – “Liar!” – you shouted at Ed. Ed tensed his jaw, snatching the doll out of your hands. – “No!” – you called out as he tossed it into the fire. You wanted to run towards it to save it, but Ed grabbed you by your waist. – “Y/n no!” – he called out keeping you close by him. Falling to your knees you watched as the doll burned away.

The black button falling off and dropping into the fires. A loud breath emerged from the fireplace like a breath. – “Who are you?” – Ed asked loud knowing it was released now. He heard a bellowing deep chuckle. Looking down in shock, he heard you chuckle devious in his arms. Ed inhaled sharp pressing his hand up against your cheek. – “Y/n wake up.” – he begged. You kept chuckling as Ed knew it wasn’t you. – “Who are you?” – he asked loudly.

“Don’t you want a kiss?” – you spoke with a voice deeper then yours. Ed moved his head back when you leaned in closer with your lips. – “I command you to tell me your name!” – Ed called out shaking you a bit in his arms. Your eyes closed as your body suddenly started to spasm in his arms. – “No.” – Ed breathed out. – “You will not have her!” – he demanded holding you close to his chest. Closing his eyes he started to recite verses of the bible. Your spasm increased as Ed had to press you hard against him to deafen it out.

“Speak your name!” – he ordered looking up. – “I order you to speak your name!” – Ed continued. Your cheeks became purple having lost any control over your body. It kept spasming, feeling as if you couldn’t breathe. – “Your name!” – Ed screamed out pulling the cross from around his neck off. He pressed it against your chest to protect you. – “Baphomet!” – the demon roared out. Ed tensed his expression, finally knowing it’s name.

Ed started shouted verses of the bible to cast out the demon itself. Your breath shocked, grasping for air as you weren’t getting any. Ed looked down at you, tears in his eyes as he slowly lowered his forehead against yours. He kept on speaking the verses closing his eyes on you. Around him whirled a wind as strong as a storm. The demon was fighting back. His house filled with hundreds of whispers gibberish. Ed wouldn’t listen to it, lifting his head up to shout the verses louder. Repeating them each time with more power.

In his arms were you wheezing for air. – “You will never have her!” – Ed called out between his verses. You gasped one time loud before your chest fell still. In front of Ed appeared a sigil. It burned up till the light died out. Along with the storm that was swirling around him. Ed gasped for air, panting at the effort he just put himself through. – “Y/n?” – he said looking down at you. For a moment your chest didn’t move. Still. – “No… please… Y/n stay with me…”

Then. Your chest started to rise and fall again. Ed exhaled relieved to see you were still breathing and alive. He pulled you a bit up in his embrace to kiss your forehead. – “I’m sorry for not being sooner in your life Y/n. I have found you now and I am not letting you go.” – he whispered. – “You are save now and I’ll keep you save for as long as I live.” – he left a kiss right above your lips.

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