#sorry y'all my metalhead side came out there

[betterthinkaboutittwice]

MATT BARLOW AND JONAH WEINGARTEN ARE COLLABORATING FOR A GROUP AND THEY’RE GONNA RELEASE AN ALBUM THIS YEAR

FUCK I’M SO EXCITED

[fallen-stark]

lazy song, e.m.

summary: the tour life gets tiring when days and days go by without adequate sleep or you by his side. so when there were finally a few days between tour dates, he was able to take a much-needed break.

pairing: metalhead!eddie munson x fem!reader

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warnings: a glimpse of smut (mdni), eating out, dirty talk, aftercare, mentions of masturbation, fluff, lots of just overall adorable eddie.

a/n: this is the first oneshot i've written in a long time so i'm sorry if it turns out poorly. and if it does, as siblings in christ y'all are obligated to tell me <3 enjoy! p.s. i listened to bruno mar's the lazy song while writing this.

eddie munson graduated in 1986. soon after, he rose to fame with his band, corroded coffin. with his number one supporter, y/n, beside him at all times.

but he needed a break.

just like every metalhead eventually does. he needed to take some time for himself and really experience his happiness, and he wanted to do that with you.

"today, i don't feel like doing anything," eddie said to you through the phone. "i just wanna lay in my bed, ya know?"

"of course, darling. you deserve it. i'm sure the tour has been super hectic. you deserve a day of rest," you twirled your hair.

"with all the calls from my manager, i just don't feel like picking up my phone."

"so, tell them to leave a message at the tone," you giggled at him. the life of a metalhead.

after a couple more minutes of speaking to one another, you both hang up the phone. you had been packing for your flight that night when your boyfriend of three years called to check up on you. you had taken the initiative to surprise him on tour, knowing all the information you needed to see eddie, thanks to gareth. so you were on the latest flight that night so you could see him tomorrow morning, knowing he need to get some rest- something that wasn't going to be happening when you were there.

eddie, however, couldn't get his mind off of you. he really didn't feel like doing anything and luckily, he could do just that since the band had a couple of days before they had to go back on the bus.

so there he was, sitting on the couch when he decided that he was going to kick his feet up and stare at the fan. he grabbed the remote and turned the tv on.

eddie's mind still made its way back to you. the thought of you. god, he loved you so much. the way you supported him, your constant love and affection, the smile you always wore, your unique curves, and your body... eddie bit his lip, the growing bulge in his pants.

fuck it.

he threw his hand in his pants. hell, nobody's gon' tell him he can't. he had his own room, no bandmates. his own privacy.

and what other way best to relax than this?

he just wished you were there with him.

the next day came too soon. the sun cascading his face as it made its presence known from the crack in the curtains. he sighed and covered his head with the pillow. he wanted just a couple more hours of sleep since he was so sleep deprived due to the constant rattling of the bus and the inability to sleep next to his girlfriend. something he couldn't get used to the last few months.

there were three small knocks on his hotel door.

he laid there, thinking it was just housekeeping. why would they knock if he had the do not disturb sign on the doorknob? maybe it was a mistake. he shook it off, not moving from his bed.

three more knocks.

oh god, it was probably his manager. eddie didn't answer any phone calls yesterday. in fact, the only person he talked to was you. you both had agreed on a specific time to call that worked for both of you since you were getting your masters and him on tour. he wouldn't miss that phone call even if he was out in the middle of the desert. he would make it work.

three more knocks, harder this time.

eddie sighed and stood up, walking to his hotel door.

more knocks.

"i'm coming!" he grumbled.

opening the door to see his door's abuser, he was about to give a firm talking to- you. you stood there, a bag on your arm and your suitcase handle in your hand.

"hi, eds," you beamed.

"y/n!"

if eddie was ever framed for murder, it would be because he hugged someone so hard that he accidentally unalived 'em.

"eds, squishing, me, need, oxygen," you said in between breaths.

eddie pulled away from you, hands on your arms. he couldn't believe you were there. he cupped your cheeks, the biggest smile on his face.

"i can't believe you're here! how did you-"

"gareth told me all the details so i could surprise you!"

he kissed your forehead and pulled you in again.

"god, i missed you so much, y/n. you have no idea," he held you close, his right hand playing with your hair. he was scared to let go of you, thinking that if he did then you would disappear and that this was just a really nice dream.

"you gonna let me in or are we gonna make love in the hall?" you asked, taking in his scent. you missed him so much.

it had been three months since the two of you last saw each other. so a reunion was much needed.

eddie flushed and nodded, grabbing your bags since you had dropped them with a sudden embrace. "make love, huh?" he raised an eyebrow.

you giggled and nodded, him setting down your bags onto the couch. you took in his appearance. he had a bedhead, something you missed seeing on him. his smile was contagious, while he stood in his boxers. you grabbed his hand, intertwining fingers.

before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

he tasted intoxicating. his lips meshing perfectly with yours. his right hand held yours, his left cupping your cheek as he caressed soft circles onto your skin.

his hand lowered from your cheek to your neck, tightening his grip slightly. you grinned into the kiss, biting his lip and pulling on it gently before completely stepping away from him.

"c'mon, mr. metalhead," you winked as you stepped away from him, walking towards the bed that was separated from the living and kitchen rooms. "let's have some really nice sex."

"fuck, eddie! this is great!" you screamed out, hands in his hair.

eddie was a god with the way his mouth worked your heat. his tongue ran up your slit to be met with your clit, but he didn't do anything. his breath against your mound caused you to shiver, you looked down at him, eyes meeting. "I've dreamt about you every night this week, pretty girl."

you swallowed, breathing heavy. you bit your lip. his lips came in contact with your clit. eyes never leaving yours. your mouth opened to an 'o' shape as he sucked. your nerves sensitive to his touch.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned as he continued his worked his mouth.

eddie was eating you out like he was starved. like he hadn't had anything to eat in months. it was intense. it was everything you missed.

as you focused on his movements, your eyes shut and your head back as he licked and sucked. you bit your lip as you started to feel like you were high. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.

he wanted you to cum. he wanted you to scream his name so everyone knew you were his. he didn't care if the phone ringing was the hotel staff. he didn't care if his bandmates couldn't sleep. he waited so long to feel you. to have you to himself. to take you. to worship you.

"eddie-"

he kept going.

"eds, baby..."

he looked up at you and gave you a devilish smile. he moved his fingers to your entrance, tongue still working its magic on your clit as his fingers entered your pussy.

"oh my god, eddie," you cried out, his hand moved from your thigh to your hand, holding it as he kept sucking.

"you're so pretty, baby," he muttered between sucking. "such a pretty girl, coming all the way here for me."

his fingers quickened. in and out. in and out. in and out.

it had been so deprived of his touch. it was like his fingers were heaven. and his dick? you couldn't wait to feel him. he'd make you meet god.

"cum for me, pretty girl."

and you did. hard. his fingers not stopping, giving your body chills as you rode out your high. your hips meeting his fingers, eyes droopy as you looked at him. he tasted your juices, fingers slowing down, appreciating your pussy by pushing your juices back into your pussy. fuck, he couldn't wait for that to be his cum.

eddie held you as you both lay sprawled out in the white sheets. "after the tour, i might mess around and get my college degree," he whispered to you as he drew circled onto your arm. your head on his chest.

"yeah?" you looked at him, a little shocked at his statement.

"yeah, i bet my old man would be so proud of me," he laughed lightly. "i wanna teach little ones how to be metalheads."

you glanced up at him, kissing him softly. "i think that would be amazing. i think you'll go so far, eds. doing whatever you want to. you're so determined," you said as you moved the small hairs that were sticking to his face with sweat. "and i'll be here every step of the way."

eddie hummed as he pulled you on top of him. hands on your thighs as he pulled you down to meet his lips.

"mmm... but sorry, pops, you'll just have to wait," he said as he deepened the kiss.

and with him hardening under you, you knew your night was far from over.