(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.

I get a peepshow free and a pressure drop to get laid

He looks at her and sees how awkward she looks in a silver-made dress. And then he imagines you in the same dress, how beautifully it would hug your perfect curves. He gulps, looking away from Mare. How disappointed he is. How hurt. And you almost feel the same way. 

You almost feel hurt until you start to walk past his room more and more. The danger becomes exciting, addicting as you sneak into his room mere moments after Mare or Cal leaves. Disgusting, you think as you can still smell the scent of Mare's redblood across the walls. But soon enough, the scent of your and Maven's love fills the entire corridor. 

If you're asking, well

I've just started on my breakdown

Mare notices you sneaking in, and doesn't become as suspicious as she thought she would. She doesn't feel jealous, only confused. Does Maven have a thing for red girls? That's funny. Mare continues on with her life, and you and Maven continue on with yours.

Everybody wishes Elara felt the same as Mare. When Elara saw you skipping out of his chamber, she felt her gaze turn red. How could she be so blind? She looks through your head, hearing the sound of her own son's pants and moans. Despicable. Her face, turning silver with rage, tries not to scowl as she walks over to Maven's room.

If you need to know

I've just started on my breakdown

There was nothing Elara could do to take you out of his head. She looked for you and Mare, seeing where everything went wrong. She saw the history of Maven's being just a perverted boy and him becoming a perverted man. She wondered why she never saw the signs, as they were right before her eyes. She wondered how these memories always slipped her grasp. But now she has them, and now she can do whatever she wants with them.

She moves the street way

A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave

And as quickly as it all started, something about it seemed to end. He didn't pull you into his room anymore - or even look at you in the halls. You were confused, and yet you didn't feel a single tingle of hurt. It was almost like you were expecting it. It didn't feel as you imagined. You continued to watch him and Mare the same way Elara began to watch you. 

Elara thought she had won. She thought she deleted everything about you in Maven's head, and how it was only a mere stepping stone to his final prize possession - the king's crown. You were more than a stepping stone, though. You were a sugary addiction.

I see her legs and shoulders

Time after time, weeks after weeks, you continued to catch Maven's eyes in the hall. It was only a second after Elara would fuck up his head that you would soon return to his gaze. And after a handful of times, you stayed right where he could see you. Every day he'd scan you up and imagine how beautiful your skin would fit into his mouth. It was a feeling he never thought he felt before. It was a desire stronger than the love he previously had towards you.

And picture myself as a missionary soldier

One day, as you pass his room, he is quick to grab your hand and pull you in. You feel relieved that you can get the long touch you missed so passionately. Everything was different that day. The touch became a need as he released you from all of your clothing yet kept his. His hands grasped not to savor your body, but to give him leisure as he found his way into you. His eyes were soft yet his movements so hard. You almost couldn't believe it. You placed your hands on his cheek, feeling pleasure seeping through his pours. He was having fun, and so were you. It was only the beginning.

She kicks my mouth shut

And afterward, when he was heavily breathing with his head on his pillow, you found yourself on top of him. His hands go to your bare thighs, inching you closer to him. Once your knees were craddling his chest he swooped into you, his tongue grazing your wet opening. You cover your mouth with one of your hands, taken aback by his sweet tongue.

Make me go down, take a pleasure pill, just throw up

The song of your moans keeps him going, taking in the smell and taste of his most precious belonging. With his own form of hunger, he dug deep into you, making you grip both the headboard and his curly hair. He groans against you, filling you whole. His hands send a heatwave all through your body, getting you lost in the moment. You stayed in that position for as long as Maven made you, which felt like years compared to every other visit you had with him.

She moves the street way

And the day his father died, you returned the favor to him. He relaxed on his bed as you played at his tip with your tongue, fighting against his hands that tangled themselves in your hair. You released all of his stress and worry from the day, bringing him back in the correct mindset he longed for.

Anything goes to release me from the heatwave

Like he did with you, you froze him in time. He didn't think about all of the stress or the betrayal of all of the people he loved, he thought about how he'd choose you over anything. He thought about how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. He thought about your throat and how perfectly he fit inside of it. 

He whined, let out pants you didn't even know he could make. It drove you crazy to know you were affecting him so passionately. 

He gripped onto your hair, looking down at his fingers. As he came into your mouth, all of his concerns came back into his head. Concerns about whether or not you'd make the perfect queen, concerns about if he should marry to end the war or marry to start another.

If you need to know

I've just started on my breakdown