(Praying to myself: "plz don't make this an insane! fic, plz don't make this an insane! fic" I haven't started writing it yet, but let's see how this goes (7:06 pm)

THIS IS THE MOST INSANE FIC I THINK WILL EVER EXIST HERE SMH (literally an hour later)

I'm not telling any of you who this song is about or you all will leave

It's about Jeffrey Dahmer

I mean wait who ahaa ahsd l dsfq,ejbrf jr choking

Also - reader is based off of my oc hmu and I'll write a story about it

UPDATE: I wanna text Victoria Aveyard and be like "Does Maven boxers or briefs hello"

UPDATE: I also used IAMX lyrics in this song smh you will never find it even though it's all in like three paragraphs)

Driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind

You look at Maven's naked chest, the buttons of his undershirt undone by your touch. He looks up at you as you sit above his horizontal body. Hunger laced your eyes as you dominated him. He looked so weak under you. His blue eyes, filled with both lust and helplessness, stared into your violent ones. Your fingers lace against his pale body, the redblood and silverblood contrasting in a beautiful way. 

He grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. The sound of your tongues battling against each other fills your ears along with your occasional giggles. His hands, trailing down your back, sends goosebumps with every finger. His long digits grab your rear, pulling your body closer to him. One of your hands, in a quick moment, wraps its way around his neck. Four of your fingers on one side and your thumb on the other as you push up, sending his jaw to rise. He groans under your warm touch. You want to kill him. You dream about digging your fingers into his eyes until he bleeds. You lust over the thought of his blood on your fingers. You love Maven, and you love being his wife even more. You always take control over him and it gives him tingles.

Sexual release buried deep inside

Complete control of a prized possession

Maven loves the feeling of your fingers against his neck. It opens up desires he never knew he had. He adores the feeling of your body pressed up against him. Even in public, when he sees your hands, he thinks about all the times he was left fighting for breath and moaning under you by their means. You leave him breathless every day, giving you the only thing you have wanted, somebody to react positively to your every movement. You love feeling his hands tugging at your hair as you go down on him. Everything about his little whimpers and gasps makes you smile against his silver skin.

Sweat begins to roll off of his neck as you force your tongue deeper into his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. He passionately pulls his pelvis against yours, forcing your body to raise above his. 

As your fingers begin to fondle his belt, he thinks about when he first met you. You looked like the child of a demon and an angel. Your feet did not touch the door, and your chaos necromancy sent fear through him. But at the same time - your overwhelming beauty twisted something inside of him he never felt before. It felt like you took control of his body, dominating his mind and senses. He feels the same way now, as you pleasure him compellingly.

To touch and fondle with no objection

Lonely souls an emptiness fulfilled

Your hand moves from his neck to his wrists, holding him in his place. He can imagine the bruises your touch will leave him in the morning. His shirt, still wrapped around his arms, wavers against his ascending body heat. You kiss his neck, playing against his soft skin with your teeth. His breath gets caught in his throat as he fills for anticipation. He waits for the moment you will chomp down on his skin, and with every second you don't, it makes him even more worried. But instead of biting down on his skin, you begin to suck on his delicate skin. He weakens under you, and your one free hand begins to fondle with the band of his pants. 

Physical pleasures an addictive thrill

He bucks his hips as a reflex and bites his lip. He feels ecstasy under you. You serve him correction, reminding him of his weak form as a prince. He can't wait until he becomes king and shows you how controlling he can be against your demon form. But until then, your addictive fingers will continue to tighten their way around his heart. 

"I love you," you whisper against his neck calmly. He inhales, brushing his fingers against your hand that was around his wrist. You remove it and instead intertwine your fingers. You never knew you could express feelings for a silver like you do with Maven. He isn't like other silvers, he is simple and easy. 

An object of perverted reality

An obsession beyond your wildest dreams

You remove yourself from his upper body before sitting on top of his crotch, resting your hands on his bare chest. His chest, feeling as hot as fire, nearly burned through your skin. You can feel his hardened cock under your waist. Your fingers dance against his thin waist, sending multiple needle-like tingles against his body. He puts his hands on your thighs, leaving red marks from his heat. You prop yourself up before pulling his pants and boxers down. 

Your cool tenderness

Memories keep love alive

His grip tightens against you as you pull yourself on to him, sitting yourself down on his sensitive length. He lets out a breath he never knew he held. It was like magic, the feeling of your skin clapping with his. His mind is so active yet can only focus on one thing - how beautiful you look on top of him. Behind all of the lust and perverted thoughts, you really are the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Whenever he sees you it leaves a warm feeling in his stomach and it spreads throughout his body with each heavy breath. And your body now, looking down at him with both appreciation and desire, was the most beautiful he's ever seen it. Bare to the world. He sees the image in his mind, the feeling of himself inside of you accompanying it and making him enjoy the sexual act more with each second. His moans grow, and seeing him so excited made you excited, too.

The excitement of dissection is sweet

He arches against you, lifting his hips to go deeper inside. He loves your contact and how he's never felt anything like it. Your lungs burn like the fire in his head, and it fills your vision. You close your eyes, drowning in ecstasy and aphrodisiacs. As he holds your hips, pounding against you, he loves you like he'll never love before. You're his hardcore obsession. His palms begin to sweat as his insides twist in pleasure. The feeling is sweet, and you both feel like the sun is reaching the horizon. And it doesn't stop, time continues and so do the layers and layers of pleasure.

My skin crawls with orgasmic speed

You come before he does, arching your back against him as you try not to weaken in his grasp. He tries to draw out the 'god in bed' in you, but to no satisfaction, you continue to ride until his end. He laughs between two groans. His voice, coming from the depths of his diaphragm, is both deep and raspy. With a final deep breath, he releases inside of you. It's something very unprofessional, but it's the begin of a future he longs for with you. 

You look down at him, feeling his sticky substance feeling up your womb like diamonds. You pull yourself away from his with moist noises, resting still above him. He trails his fingers against your curves before grabbing your body, pulling you next to him in bed. It's all of the simplest moments that matter to both of you. You love being equal to his love, and he feels like he belongs somewhere whenever he is under you.

Mine forever this sweet death

I cannot forget all your breaths

He places a nice kiss on your lips before cuddling close to you, putting your head against his neck. Your hands rest against your chest. His scent mixes with yours, decorating the room with the smell of passion. You can feel him breathing and it relaxes you to sleep. He kisses your hair one more time before resting his chin on your head, letting dreams take over his mind and release him from the previous night pleasures.

No one out can see

What I've done