Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Too much Smut~ Songfic: Heatwave

(I'll decide whether to make this a smut or not while I'm writing it so obviously you're going to know my decision

Update: I just reread all the lyrics and I saw this one verse and yep this is a smut now

Also, I'm just gonna say Maven is like 19 when he gets married to Iris btw

This one is wild

I'm here like 7 Deadly Sin: Lustttttt

I'm learning how to death drop so ow1]- wish me luck)

She moves the street way

You'd always walk past Maven's room, often for countless times a day. His room was in the hallway it took you to get to your own dorms. You were a servant, a normal red. Unlike most of the servants in the house, you enjoyed your time here with the silvers. Even if they don't talk or look at you, you feel as if they are blessed to have your presence. 

A hitched up skirt, a symptom of the heatwave

And you think this for a reason. You don't know when your relationship with Maven started, but it probably came from the undying emotions he felt when watching you walk past him day by day. Even by the age of 14, Maven would start to pull you into his room and feel your lips against his.

You remember being so young against Maven, loving the feeling of his teenage skin against yours. It felt so wrong, but it made you feel so valid and special. It was an addiction you couldn't get released from. 

We can stay closed 'til 4am the next day

With so many stains on the blankets and your bodies, it gave you another reason to constantly walk into his room to clean, only to make more of a mess. And over the night, as the touches go on and on, his room becomes a heatwave from his passion and pleasure. 

If it's for five years

And as the years passed, things got more and more fun - and dangerous. As grew and the two of you did also, the act of this mixture of redblood and silverblood was expressed to be a sin - something unheard of. That didn't stop anybody, and especially not him. If sin means the feeling of your breath on his shoulder - the feeling of his hands running down his skin - the taste of your tongue after his tasteless bites, then he's ready for God to strike him to Hell. 

I get a fantasy breeding babies in my nightmares

My nightmares

Maven fingers his sleeve during the Queenstrial, thinking about what this competition means for him. He's going to have somebody to take up his time, and to most likely reproduce with him. Breeding babies, feeling somebody else's nails against him other than yours. It's... odd. It's something he never thought of. He watches all of the ladies - imagining if they are grabbers or not. But then you catch his eyes as you clean up things from his table. No, he thinks, nobody is a grabber like you. You are quick to walk away, unwanting his attention. He should be focusing on picking his wife since it's not going to be you. 

You have been expecting this, you aren't surprised by the outcome. You knew one day you'd have to give him up. You weren't expecting to give him up to another red, though. That's what broke your heart. 

If she goes the street way

A servant you recognized, a servant you tried to be friends with. She stole your heart, she took it for hers. She doesn't deserve him. She's too short, not tall enough for his love. Not quite enough. Not polite enough. She doesn't value him like you could. She can't handle his heatwave, and you hate her for it.