taste of heaven
pairing: ed warren x female!reader
summary: you felt pretty lost when your father died. so you turn to one of the most important persons in his life.
warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, age gap, fathers best friend, mentions of parent loss, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, slight orgasm denial, table sex, ed is also a warning for himself ig, no use of y/n
word count: 2.1k
authors note: thank you patrick, for blessing us by portraying ed warren. there will be no one else like you, ever. this is for all the ed/patrick girls out there. <3
you didn't notice how your hands were shaking when you pulled up in front of the old house.
it was only when you reached for the door to get out of the car that you noticed, and sank back into your seat.
what the hell were you doing here?
thinking it was a good idea to seek out the only person who had any connection to your father.
you haven’t seen ed in more than ten years since you lived your own life now.
the last time was shortly after your mother died, when he and his family came to the funeral. and then again a few weeks ago at your father's funeral where he had taken you in his arms after he had expressed his condolences to you.
he had given you so much comfort, was the only person in your father's life who had really meant anything to him—apart from you.
and now you were here to find that very person—that very feeling—again.
the cold autumn air blew in your face as you finally got out of the car. even if you had changed your mind, it was already far too late to turn back.
you stopped in front of the red door of the house and closed your eyes. one last deep breath, then you pressed the doorbell.
it took a few seconds for the door to open and for you to find yourself face to face with ed. he looked at you in surprise for a moment before he managed to open his mouth, saying your name.
“hi,” you greeted him with a smile and shoved your hands in the pockets of the long skirt that you were wearing.
“what are you doing here? come in,” he said warmly and stepped to the side to let you inside the house. almost instantly, you were surrounded by a familiar scent that reminded you of incense with a slight note of cinnamon.
“sorry for not calling ahead. but I was in town and thought i’d drop by,” you said with a smile and turned to him as he closed the door behind you.
“it’s okay, sweetheart. lorraine and judy are in town, i think they said something about grocery shopping.” a pause. “why don’t you sit down, i can make us coffee?” you felt ed’s hand on your back as he guided you further into the house.
“that sounds lovely, thank you,” you answered, suppressing the shiver his touch sent down your spine.
you and your father had been close—there had been nothing you couldn’t tell him. well, unless one thing: you had always been in love with ed warren. he was the hero of your childhood—from all the stories your father told you about.
and it didn’t matter that he was more than twenty years older than you.
“how are you holding up?” his question snapped you out of your thoughts and you cleared your throat softly while you sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen.
“i’m fine. most of the time. but then there are also times when i’m not… i guess that’s part of processing the grief,” you answered him, surprised about your honesty.
ed, who was just pouring the coffee, turned around to look at you. “you’re very strong, you know that?” he asked before setting the pot back on the counter and taking the two cups in his hands.
“not everyone can handle the death of a family member as well as you do. as you did twice.” he stopped in front of you and handed you the cup.
when you took it, your fingers brushed against his and your breath hitched at the tingling sensation that the touch sent through your body.
“sometimes i wish i was a little less stronger,” you murmured more to yourself but—of course—ed had heard it.
he reached over the table slowly to take your hand, and brushed his thumb over the back of it. there were no words needed, you knew what he wanted to say.
that you didn’t have to be strong when he was around.
and when he was crouching down in front of you, looking into your eyes with such softness, you couldn’t help yourself.
you fell into his arms, feeling them around your body as he pressed you close against him—little sobs escaping your lips. his hand rubbed in soft circles up and down your back, comforting you as much as he could.
after a few minutes—or longer, you didn’t know—you pulled away from him again, only a little so you could look into his eyes.
you were so close to him you could feel his breath on your skin, drying away the wet strands the tears left behind.
that was when he raised his hands, cupping your face and brushing the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs. “you’re not alone, sweetheart,” he whispered with such intensity in his eyes that it made your heart flutter in your chest.
you closed your eyes halfway, leaning a little closer so your lips were almost touching his—but unlike you expected, he didn’t pull away. he just continued brushing over your cheek, further down until he reached your lips.
“we… shouldn’t…” you whispered when he grazed your lips with his finger—his touch so tender that you leaned your head longingly into it.
then, he closed the remaining distance and kissed you gently. his lips moved against yours in a perfect way that made you melt against him with a sigh.
ed took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, brushing it over your own, eliciting a soft moan from you and—he pulled away.
“you have no idea… how bad I wanted to do this since the last time I saw you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.
“ed…” you began but he silenced you with another kiss, stopping the next words to come out of your mouth. “shhh. don’t say anything. just…” another kiss. “…let it happen.”
with that, you wrapped your arms around his neck as your lips met again and he got back to his feet. his hands gripped your hips, pulling you up and turning around so he was the one who was sitting and you stood right before him.
he leaned forward, taking the hem of your skirt between his fingers and pulled it up so you could straddle his lap.
his hands settled on your hips, sliding down to grip your ass, pushing you closer against his body, and you gasped as he pressed his hips up to meet yours—letting you feel how badly he wanted you.
“oh god, ed,” you breathed against his mouth and that was all he needed. his grip on you tightened and he stood up, placing you onto the table—positioning himself between your legs.
you felt his hand grazing the inside of your thigh, moving dangerously close to where to wanted him most. and when he finally touched you—one of his fingers gliding through slick heat—you let your head fall back into your neck as you gasped for air.
“you’re so wet” ed’s lips were on your neck, his hot breath making you shiver and you arched against him. “so wet for me,” he added and let his finger dip between your folds a second time before slowly pushing it inside.
your fingers found his biceps, trying desperately to find hold on them as he moved the digit inside your pussy and made you moan his name.
his lips were on your neck, sucking at the thin skin right above your pulse point while adding another finger to the first.
you felt your insides clenching when he curled them, hitting your sweet spot. “fuck, ed,” you gasped and felt him smile against your skin.
“that’s the plan, sweetheart.” his voice was only a low growl, that rumbled through your body and your hips jerked instinctively up to meet his fingers.
the other hand, that was placed on your hip, found your clit and he rubbed his thumb over it in slow circles.
but that was all you needed.
“i’m gonna…” you started as you felt your orgasm building. but before you could fall over that edge of pure bliss, he withdrew his hands from you, making you whine in disagreement.
“you won’t cum,” ed said, trying to keep his voice steady while he started to work his pants down. “not as long as I wasn’t in you.”
you couldn’t protest—even if you wanted to—because he was already pushing your knees further apart. he lined his cock up with your entrance, lips finding yours as he pushed your back onto the table with the weight of his body.
then, with one rough push of his hips, he buried himself inside your pussy with a sound that almost sounded like a groan while a breathless scream was pressed out of your lungs.
“fuck…” he hissed against your lips, sucking your bottom lip hungrily into his mouth. “you’re so damn tight.”
you could do nothing more than whimper, the feeling of him stretching your inner walls making you completely senseless beneath him. “please…”
that was all you could get out of your mouth. and another whimper when he started to move slowly.
“please, what, sweetheart. use your words,” he nearly purred, voice dripping with lust and he continued to move so slow, it made your head spin.
“please, fuck me,” you tried again and that was all he wanted to hear. “good girl,” he praised and began to move faster.
his hands took yours, pulling them up over your head, and holding them in place on your wrists while he was pounding into you.
the sound of the table, screeching over the tiles, was muted by the moans he elicited from you and you hoped desperately that lorraine and judy weren’t coming home by now.
but ed’s lips crashing against yours made you forget these thoughts and you let out another moan. “fuck, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” he growled into your mouth, the sound of it almost enough to make you cum.
he pushed himself up, gripping your hips with such bruising force that you hissed in pain. but it turned into a desperate whine, when his finger touched your clit again, circling it with such precision that you couldn’t hold back longer.
“ed, i’m gonna… i’m gonna…” you tossed your head to the side as the orgasm hit you with such force that you saw white stars behind your closed eyes, your hips moving mindlessly against his.
“fuck, sweetheart… yeah, cum for me. looking so pretty when you fall apart only for me…” ed talked you through it before pushing inside you one last time, and released his hot seed in you with a groan that came from deep down his chest.
breathing heavily, he sank down on your body, completely exhausted, holding you against him for a few moments longer while you came down from your highs.
if that was what heaven felt like, you’d never get enough of its taste.
none of you said a word when he pulled out of you and put his pants back on. still nothing when he reached out his hands for you, pulling you up but before you could look at him—you woke up from your dream.
you found yourself alone in your bed, trying to control your breathing as the dream was still in your mind, making you press your thighs together.
your visit at the warren’s house yesterday was not such a good idea after all—even if it felt good to be around them.
with a heavy sigh you sank back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling.
some time later you managed to get out of bed and stood in the kitchen of your dad’s house, sipping coffee—completely lost in your thoughts.
that dream would definitely not leave your mind so fast.
only when the sudden sound of your doorbell sounded, you were snapped out of your fantasies. “coming!” you yelled, making your way to the front door.
you opened it—maybe with a little too much force—and forgot to breathe for a moment when you saw who your early visitor was.
“hey,” ed smiled softly at you. “i was in the neighborhood, thought i’d drop by. i hope you’re not busy?”
and when you let him in, inviting him for a cup of coffee, it felt like you got a little taste of heaven after all.
2025 whispersoflost | edited in august 2026
