He brought you to me, pretty girl
Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: innocent!reader, christian!reader, god kink, worshipping kink, perv!Eddie if you squint, spicy ish, church
This is part one 🤍 part two
You're the sweetest girl in church. You're prim and proper, modest church dress and your hair ties in a high ponytail. Everyone in your church loved you, as you adored helping around even without being asked. You almost worked at the churchat this point.
Leaving church, A sweet old lady who was a church regular stopped you at the doors.
"dear, I appreciate your help here so very much. You have a good head on your shoulders and your parents should be proud. Have a blessed rest of your Sunday, dear" she smiled, gesturing you our of the door as you nodded and smiled back at her.
On the car ride home, your dad piped up.
"y'know honey, were very proud of how seriously you're taking your faith. Have you been staying up to date on your bible study?"
You nod. You've never missed a day of studying, and you could practically resite every bible quote by heart.
"well me and your mom are going to go eat at Enzo's to celebrate my promotion, so you'll have the house to yourself for the night." He says, parking the car for you in your houses driveway.
"are you going to be alright pumpkin?" He asks, closing the car door he'd opened for you.
"I'll be just fine daddy, I have a long night of study ahead of me," you smiled, watching his car drive off and heading into your house.
After a few hours of reading, you head up to your room and change into your pajamas.
You noticed a slight breeze coming from your slightly ajar window, but you didn't mind. You left it open for a reason.
What you hadn't noticed, was your boyfriend Eddie watching you through your thin, lace curtains. He watched you change out of your pretty and prim church dress, and into a delicate white nightgown. It was beautiful. It had a bow in the front of it's sweetheart neckline, a babydoll sillouette that reached just below your ass. You looked like an angel to him, quite fitting of your good-girl churchgoer persona.
You weren't faking, you did truly believe and loved devoting yourself to your faith. The only problem with that was.. you weren't completely honest.
You had just graduated from an all girls Catholic school, so now that you were back home you desided to explore the new Hawkins. While on a walk through some neighborhoods, you noticed some rather... energetic music.. coming from a garage. Your father always told you that this type of music was devils music, but you were so intrigued with it that you couldn't just ignore it.
You stood from afar, peering around a car watching them practice. Then, you noticed the guitar player. His hands, covered in rings, expertly strumming his guitar. His long brown curls bouncing with his movements. He looked.. scary. But.. not in the way that made you want to run away. Some way that made you feel.. weird.
Eventually you approached him, despite your intense anxiety.
"excuse me," you swallowed, "I hope I don't sound impolite, but I had heard your playing a while back and felt very... Intrigued by you."
He chuckled. You were adorable to him. You were obsurdly polite, and quite... Pitiful. Like a baby bunny, scurrying and weak. It was blaringly apparent you were greatly different from him.
"wouldn't expect you to listen to that type of music, little lady." He said, looking down at you with a smug look on his face.
You froze with fear. You were so close to him and he was so.. dominating. It was as if the air changed when he was so near to you, as if even atoms would adhere to his demands if asked.
He lifted your chin with his fingers, "you're blushing an awful lot arnt you? Almost like you want me to ask you on a date. Why else would you be so blushy? Not scared of me... " He got closer, locking his eyes on yours, "are ya?"
You stammered, "no..i-id like that."
After you've been in a few dates, it had become obvious that it was too little for you. You needed something else. The weird feeling you had when you first saw him grew, and it made you press your thighs together every date you had. You fiddled with your fingers, and constantly bit the inside of your cheek, trying to pray this weird feeling away.
He noticed too. But he noticed that you did absolutely everythingthing he aske beforehand. First it was normal things, if he'd asked you to go get him something like a ketchup packet or napkins for him, you'd snap up to go do what he'd asked, immediately. And then, he experimented with being less polite. He went from, 'hey doll, mind getting me a straw?' To 'Get me straw, little girl. Go on.'
Then it wasn't favors. 'fix your hair, you have strsnds in your face,' or increasingly something along the lines of, 'pull your skirt a bit higher for me sweetheart' you didn't always know why he asked certain things, but you did them without question. Happy to comply.
It became apparent just how much you wanted to submit to him, like you were his little desciple, at his every beck and call.
At the end of your last date, he came close to your ear and whispered.
"do you want to worship me, little girl?"
And since then, he had told you to wait in your room the next night after church. He didn't give you a time, but told you not to question him and keep a blind faith.
So now you were in your pretty nightgown, glowing from the moonlight peering through your curtains.
You heard your window slide open, initially startling you, but Eddie stepped into your room and shushed you.
"shh don't worry sweetheart it's just me. I told ya I'd be here."
He put his hand over your mouth and pressed you to his chest, "your parents home?" You shake your head, "good."
He takes his hand off your mouth and turns you around, kissing you.
He breaks your kiss, looking down at you.
"so you said you wanted to worship me, right?"
"yes.. I do.. I'm not sure why but... I'm convinced God sent you to me," you started, as you felt his eyes stare down at you.
"Everytime since the day I saw you.. I've had this weird feeling with me. It's physical. I tried to pray it away, but it never does.. so I think it's him telling me I'm meant to have it around you." You confess, heart beating faster.
"what.. what kind of feeling is it? He asked, bringing his chin to his chest.
"it's... Odd. My hands get all sweaty, my heart beats faster and... The thing that's new is.. a feeling that's down.. there." You say, face flushing bright red.
He tilts his head, confused. Then, it clicks .
"oh my poor girl.. are you feeling that right now?" He asks, crouching down and holding your hands.
Mhm, you nod, neediness washing over you.
"y'know. I think God wants me to take care of that. I think he wants you to do everything I say, so I can help you."
"you do? What do you want me to do then?" You ask, bitting your lip without quite knowing why.
He holds your hand, bringing himself to sit on your bed. He opens his legs and brings you between them.
"to get rid of that feeling, you need to worship me. God brought me you for a reason right? God chose you for me" he says, adding for you to get on your knees and pray.
You start to lower your head and clasp your hands, but he stops you.
"ah ah ah, not like that. You'll pray to me another way, got it?" You holt, embarrassed, and await his next orders.
"what way do you mean then?" You ask, staring up at him.
"it's a new kind of worship you do to people like me. People that give you that feeling." He pets your hair, suddenly grabbing a handful and pulling your head back.
A/N: AAAAA THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRRYYY, sorry I never get to the actual smut, please let me know if you'd want me to continue it !!! Just felt like it was already too long
