#it's still wip but fuck it i have no followers idgaf you can watch get in that chair

[chaldeanordeal]

Haha. Ha. Oh, she's scary-scary. Um.

Hm.

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

I've also been dying for someone to tackle this one for any of the Ramigos: “I just don’t want to think for a while.” Could be Smutty? Angsty/Smutty? Angsty? LET YOUR MUSE BE FREE! And please do pick and choose from my asks :D I understand the "I have WIPs but I just wanna write something else" feeling.

This begs for a hint of some sickly sweet angsty smut and you know DAMN well I gotta apply this to our main boy, I can’t NOT. Y’know what? fuck it? It can be considered a continuation of the interrogation ask idgaf. MY GAME MY RULES

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“Is there anything I can do?” You ask him as he gets up.

He shakes his head, squeezing your still joined hand in his, “I’m gonna take a shower.” he says softly, smiling sadly at you once before letting your hands fall apart. 

You watch him walk away, wanting desperately to take his pain away but knowing full well there’s very little you could do for him in a time like this. You take a beat, gathering your wits before getting up and starting on dinner. The least you can do is make sure he knows he’s loved.

He takes a longer shower than usual, giving you plenty of time to find the small recipe card and whip up a quick pot of Jambalaya, maybe you can’t cook like his mama, but you know well enough what he likes. You don’t hear him when he comes out of the bedroom, but you don’t startle when his hands find your waist. 

“Smells good,” he comments, kissing the back of your neck before resting his head at the top of your spine. His wet hair seeps through your shirt, but you don’t mind. 

“Thought you might appreciate something like this tonight,” you say softly, one of your hands coming to rest overtop of his. 

“You’re too good to me.” he sighs, “although I’m not that hungry.” his voice sounds far away and you turn in his grasp to get a better look at him. 

“You okay?” You know he’s not, but it’s your way of asking what he needs without him having to feel the pressure of the question. 

“I just don’t want to think for a while”

You nod, understanding immediately. You press your hands to his bare chest, placing a soft kiss on his chin, “Wanna go wait for me while I cover this up?” 

He nods, slipping out of my grasp and walking back to the bedroom. You quickly put a lip over the food, turning the stovetop off and putting the ingredients away. It’s not very often Merriell asks you for things like this, and you definitely don’t want him to wait any longer than he has to. 

When you walk into the bedroom he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his hands and staring down at them. You walk quietly over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to get his attention before sliding them up his neck to cup his jaw, tilting his head up to look at you. you lean down, pressing soft kisses to his lips. Your hands slide up into his curls, lightly tugging on them before scratching your nails against his scalp. 

He sighs softly against your lips and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue in against his. His hands come to rest on your hips, fingers flexing to pull you closer to him. 

“What do you need?” you ask against his lips. 

“Just you,” he breathes, “help me forget, even jus’ for a bit.” 

You nod, placing another kiss to his lips, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth briefly, “lay back.” 

He obeys immediately, moving back to lay against the pillows and letting you drape yourself across him, attaching your mouths again as soon as you can. You know what he needs, and it’s not supposed to be hot, heavy or urgent, but long, drawn-out and sensual. He doesn’t want your pity, doesn’t want you to tell him that it’s gonna be okay, doesn’t wanna talk through it. He wants to forget, and you can do that by driving him out of his mind with his desire for you. Not born out of lust but out of love. 

You kiss him sensually, slowly, hand cupping his jaw, fingers ghosting over the strong line of it. You know how much he loves kissing you, and you know how delirious it makes him if you do it just right. His hands are caressing your body, from the sides of your breasts, down your sides to the middle of your back and down to the globes of your ass, hands resting there, not pulling or groping but guiding your hips against his. Your hips rock against his until he’s panting with the effort of keeping the slow movement. 

You take your hand from his jaw, sliding it down, between your two bodies until you can slip your hand down into his sweatpants, savouring the soft moan it gets you when you wrap your hand around his length. The angle is awkward on your wrist, but you know he loves it when you stroke him like this, hands shoved down his pants like you’re a bunch of horny teenagers. Your lips trail down his jaw, following the length of his throat, stopping to suck a mark into the sensitive skin just above his clavicle. 

You do this until he’s mindless with how good it feels, until he’s leaking steadily against your hand, but most importantly until he’s begging breathlessly. 

“Baby, please.” he breathes, hips twitching forward into the heat of your hand. 

You hum in response, letting go of him to slide his sweatpants off as well as remove your own clothes. You lay down again, this time beside him before guiding him on top of him, you wrap your legs around him lower back, pulling him closer to you, enjoying the way his breath hitches, a small smile gracing his lips. 

“Let’s forget for a while, hmm?”