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Ok OK! I GET IT, YOU CAN FLY!"

You screamed in frustration, half-hazardly doing your best to catch all of your underwear as Lee dangled handfuls of them above your head; making sure to tease you about your 'granny-panties' and whistle at your, how should he say:

"Your vampire seducers are really working on me, Princess. I can practically feel my loins BURSTING with life just at the sight of some of these."

"OH MY GLOB-"

It had been exactly a week since the treasury incident and Marshall's episode. Later on that night, you two had gone up to your bedroom and continued to talk in the comforts of your bed; not even bothering to change from your adventure clothes and opting to just lie on top of the comforter.

For the past week, all you've done was talk. It became painfully aware to the both of you just how little you had been communicating with one another. Before you two could move on, before you could continue to be, you had to talk. The process wasn't that bad on your behalf, you spilled your guts without hesitation; explaining to him further how insignificant you felt to him, how you often questioned your relationship due to things such as him being immortal, him being a vamp and you a human. You spoke openly about your insecurities, your hopes, your jealousy, your tendency to compare yourself to every living thing that you've crossed paths with.

You wondered if he was trying to relive something through you rather than try to build something with you. "Am I enough for you? Can I be anything more to you than just some girl you met along the way?"

He assured you, over and over again. He told you honestly that he isn't sure how to comprehend or understand many of his emotions that weren't positive; how he feels as though he projects such frustration onto you in certain situations. He swears he doesn't mean to, he just doesn't know the beginnings of processing them. So instead of trying to break it down in word form, you tried to speak to him in a language he knew like the back of the Bugmilk carton: Music.

"It's like, um- when your bass is out of tune and instead of trying to tune it, you just go out of your way to get an entirely new thread. OH, or when you got Slime Prince's goop stuck in your speakers, and instead of trying to clean it out, you play your music even louder to vibrate the jelly out of them."

"OOOHHHHHH!!!" The last situation actually did happen.

Now for Marshall, you truly hadn't been prepared for any of the baggage that he carried. He laid beside you one night, held you tight, and told you everything. It was in that moment that you truly began to understand how old Marshall was, how much he'd really been through. He brought up memories from the Mushroom War. You had heard of it before, Prince Gumball having given you a brutal history lesson of the land you tread on.

It was known to be a catastrophe of unfortunate events; the very idea that Lee had been one of the few children (if any at all) to survive such an event is enough to give anyone enough trauma to last several lifetimes over.

  He spoke to you about how he and a woman had survived the bombing alone; he went into great detail about how the woman. Her creativity, her ability to make him smile through storms that rained acid, ways she held him when he had nightmares of a horned creature with skeletal features. She was there for him, she was his caretaker. When they had been together, being all one another had, it didn't take much for a child to grow attached to her.

He then spoke of their downfall. He voiced how she had possessed a crown, one that gave her the ability to conjure ice from thin air. The ability saved them on numerous occasions, it was often that they found themselves against creatures that had survived the bombing, but they weren't quite alive. His voice grew softer when explaining the cost of their survival hadn't been free. In return for their lives, the crown claimed the woman's mind, gradually pushing her farther and farther from sanity until she was only a puppet of the crown. A shell of who she once was. After hearing about the deranged woman wearing a crown and saving him, you remember wiping your head over your shoulder in pure shock.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Crazy hot vampire dude was besties with the Ice Queen. Things are starting to make sense now, right?"

And it didn't stop there, he told me about surviving alone, being turned into a vampire and the loneliness he was plagued with. Discovering who his mother was and how awful she could be, (you witnessed first hand how devilish Ms. Abadeer could be after she dangled you over a pit of flesh-eating monsters just for offering her red substance and not actual blood), his past relationships and how awful they were, his untouched and suppressed depression and separation anxieties. There was just so much. Too much to plague one person with. You laid in bed all night and listened, all he needed you to do was listen to him. You remember how much the two of you had cried that night, so much so that you had to switch the bedding afterwards after Marshall stained the fabric with his "tears".

Over the span of 9 days, you believed that you had grown closer to Marshall than you could've ever thought possible. Though, his struggle with  verbalizing his emotions has been hard on the both of you, it was clear to the both of you that he needed much time and an abundance of effort to get the two of you to where you needed to be. You planned to be patient with him, continuously assuring him that you wouldn't stop until he was truly happy.

"But I am happy. With you, I'm always happy." You took his words to heart, holding him close and kissing him softly. "And I will do everything in my power to make you happy, but you know I won't be around forever to keep you happy. At some point, you'll have to learn to do so on your own." He kissed you until you couldn't speak anymore, quite literally stealing your breath in hopes to rid of such a thought from both of your heads. It was a problem for another time, you told yourselves.

Though you two had been exhausting yourselves emotionally more and more as the days went by, Marshall often found a way to sneak just a little bit of mischief into the mix. He often claimed that being too emotional was putting a strain on his 'cool guy vibes.' Even whining and throwing a tantrum that his emotions were, "IT'S RUINING MY SEXY, MYSTERIOUS BAD BOY VAMPIRE AESTHETIC!" He cried about that too.

Today though, he had had enough. He said he was done with tears, done with ice cream, done with laying in bed and reminiscing on the bad when he could be terrorizing Fiona and Cake, or drinking the red out of Gumwad's clothing, or even harassing the Breakfast Kingdom. So many options, yet he settled on torturing you, just for now.

"I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF IF YOU DON'T PUT THEM DOWN!" Lee smirked at this, dangling a pair of emerald green underwear in front of you.

"Oh~? Sounds amazing, Doll, it really does. Only one problem," he gestures to himself, "Already dead, sweetheart. I won't be able to enjoy it as much." He pouted, carding through hands of undergarments until he settled on a thong.

"How the hell do you even wear this shit? It's literally a slingshot." He hooked his fingers in the material and held it as one would if they were looking through a slingshot.

"Stop it, Lee! You're going to stretch-" A small tear could be heard, the material now limp on his palm. "Oops." Was all he said before moving onto another pair. That was the sixth pair he'd torn, if he snapped another, you'd be the next to lose their shit. You let out a frustrated cry, one that brought a devilish smirk to your boyfriend's lips.

You then stomped away, angry boiling in your veins as you slid down the ladder and stumbled into the living room. You had a sinister plan, one that involved something that you know what get through to the thick-headed vampire. You didn't have to search hard, the object of your journey lying peacefully on the brick like couch. Quickly, you snagged it and bolted up the ladder again, making sure it was secured safely around your shoulders before standing before your boyfriend. Your fingers had only hovered above the strings before you heard his voice in your ear.

"Yeah, that's not happening," his fingers had wrapped around the neck of the bass, "you're gonna break it! After the last one, I very much NOT trust you with this. Or any other instrument for that matter." He complained. You scoff, stepping out of his reach and mindlessly thrumming a few cords. You snort when you see his body visibly cringe at the sound.

"I'm not going to break it this time! You taught me how to hold it and everything! Here watch, I'll play you something," you cleared your throat, propping your foot on the bottom frame of the bed and strumming the only cords you managed to remember.

"BAD LITTLE BOY!! That's what you're acting like, you KNOW I DON'T BIIIIITTTTEEEE-" The bass was snatched from you before you could finish.

"No."

"C'mon, Lee it wasn't even-"

"Never again."

"But-"

"Ahhh, it's ok." He kisses your forehead, "You can just sit there and look pretty. Leave the vocals to me."

You scoffed.

"It's for the greater good. I swear that I heard Mr. Tree Trunks explode," he bite his lip, staring down at you with a cheeky smile and expectant eyes. You shook your head, "Marshall I swear if you say it I'll-"

"Again." He began to cackle, his body gracefully hovering past your flying sneaker. You stomped, frustration finding itself back into your system. "You're infuriating."

He plants a kiss on your cheek, his slimy tongue finding your ear. You shivered at the feeling, "I love you too, Princess." You simmered at his words, your heart thumping slightly faster when seeing his fang filled grin. Slowly, his nimble fingers began to revv a slow tune, one that grew more familiar with every snap of his fingers.

"How about something more like," he cleared his throat, "Good Little Girl." you smiled, "That's what you are to me. An angel gone shy, you're just my type." His lyrics had changed, most likely made up on the spot seeing as Marshall hummed to himself as he tried to figure out what to say next. Still, your heart flutters. He sang slower than the original, his voice softer as he dragged out certain words. He was now circling you, almost as if he had been caught in your orbit and now forever stuck in your gravity. You couldn't fight the dopey smile that broke through your grumpy facade, wanting nothing more than to bask in his voice. His smile mimicked your own, his slow tone cracking as he choked on a smile chuckle. His face drew closer to yours.

"What do you want from my world? You're a good little girl." By now, his face was hovering above your own, his feet jutted towards the ceiling. You slowly grasped his t-shirt, the material crumbling between your fingers as you pulled him closer. He went hopelessly, a smirk prominent on his flawless features. He looked down at you, ruby eyes glistening with expectancy.

"Y'know, your lips look really tempting from up here." He whispers. You finger your chin for a moment, pretending to think of something clever to say before his lips planted themselves on yours.

"Glob, you were taking forever." His arm looped around you, finger looping around the band of your sweats as his other went to prop the guitar against a nearby stool. Your fingers found his face, cradling his cheeks gently as you two shared a tender kiss. You felt his lips curve against yours, his fangs gently nipping your bottom lip as he pressed himself into your mouth.

You sighed into his lips, so lost in their rhythm that you obeyed Marshall's hands on your hips, guiding you to your shared bed without a word. He lowered you slowly, lips never leaving yours as you were welcomed by the embrace of he and the comforter. His hands found your own, lifting one to his cheek and the other to his hair in a silent request to grab hold. You pull away, your breath airy as you stare up at him.

"Are you sure about this? Do you think you're ready to…" you trailed off, knowing he'd already caught into what you were saying. He rolled his eyes, fangs nipping at your jaw.

"When am I not ready for sex? It's like my 4th calling. Y'know, aside from being the Vampire King, sexy guitarist, your insanely hot boyfr-" you silence him with another kiss, both of your lips curving against one another.

"Don't ruin the mood." He obeyed without another word, eagerly delving into your mouth with a newfound passion. His lips had no rhythm, nor any resistance, having wasted no time in parting your lips and unleashing an assault of tongue and drool on your mouth.

It was now apparent just how needy you both were, going from doing the deed every other day to going an entire week without it. It was almost shameful to be both proud and pent up from going so long without it. You two fumbled sheepishly, alternating between rough kisses and yanking handfuls of clothes, then mellowing down when sheepishly asking one another if it was ok to remove one another's undergarments.

Your mess of teeth and tongue had stayed consistent, both of you lost in the feeling of tongues tangling themselves in a sloppy, wet battle of lust. There had come a point where you had tried to pace yourself, gently pushing at Marshall's bare chest to tell him that you loved him enough to take your time with him. He let out a choked sound, his hand coming to cover his mouth and divert his gaze. You giggled at the newfound action, never seeing such a bashful side of him when you were doing the 'dirty tango' as he phrased it.

He started to whine, his hands coming to carefully grab at your waist whilst his head made itself comfortable in the crook of your neck, sucking and nibbling puffy bites and tingly kisses in his wake.

"I'm sorry, I-'' he released a shaky breath, his hips gyrating sloppily into your thigh. He gave another whimper, you could feel his mouth part against your skin as he hotly panted against your neck.

"I can't. We haven't done this in a while, haven't...touched you like this in so long." His words began to slur, his eyes rolling as he continued to lose himself in the feeling. He ground himself against you like a dog would, moaning and slurring your name as his length never stopping its mindless assault on your thigh. You found yourself mewling and humming in delight when it occasionally slipped over his pre and jabbed your own heat. When noticing your reaction to him, he began to angle his thrusts towards your entrance.

A fist found itself tangling in Lee's hair, tugging on the black strands as you swirl your tongue with his, encouraging him to lose himself. And lose himself he did.

He was too far gone to even combat your tongue, simply allowing you to swallow his moans and carry him to his high. Your other hand slid in between your two sweaty bodies, grasping hold of him and flicking your wrist in tune with his hips. He cried out.

"Oh my- FUCK! No-!" He released a strangled moan, his body quivering in your hold as your wrist sped up to help him. This only spiralled him further into madness, his hand finding your wrist and gripping it tight, but not stopping you.

He cried into your shoulder, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer, a broken mantra that tittered on the fine lines of begging you to stop and telling you to pull on him harder. Your own breathing sped up at his orgasm, having always found his ability to be submissive and vocal something to behold, especially coming from the usually sadistic vampire. His breathing began to steady, propping himself onto his elbows as looking down at the mess he made on your inner thigh and hip.

"That's hot." He says breathlessly, snatching your hand from his junk and holding it up to his mouth, licking your hand clean from his release. He smirked at your bashful expression, your mouth slightly parted as you watched his pronged tongue swirl between your fingers. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, unhinging your jaw and toying with your tongue with the pads of his finger. He swirled his release along your tongue and pushed it into your gums, his eyes pupils blown wide at the sight of his cum coating your mouth.

"You've got a pretty fuckable mouth. I wonder how far I can shove my cock in there before you choke on it." His smirk grew at your baffled face, only accentuating his words when rubbing his middle and index against the back of your throat, joking about fucking your uvula until it swelled. You made a sound of disapproval.

"Ok ok! Just an idea." He retracts his fingers, replacing them with his mouth. You hummed into his mouth, your body jerking when feeling his fingers press against the nub between your legs, rubbing speedy circles into it. You nearly bit down on his tongue, your back arching into his chest and pressing into his. He grinned into your lips, parting with a wet pop before trailing hot kissing down your torso. His fingers never left your nub, strategically swapping it out for his thumb and continuing to flick the bundle of nerves until he was satisfied.

What you hadn't prepared for was the fact that you had come undone so quickly, your breathing increasing tenfold and your mouth parting in a silent cry as you unraveled before him. You heard him laughing, but you were too out of it to respond, your cries growing loud and audible when realizing that Marshall's thumb had yet to stop.

"Awwweee, look at you. Were you really that pent up, Princess? I touch your clit for 10 seconds and you're already creaming yourself. It almost makes me feel like I've been neglecting you." He feigned sympathy, giving a pout as he pinched your nub.

His ruby eyes shined sadistically at the sight of your glossy eyes, your body's squirming paired with your mewls of overstimulation bolting through you almost painfully. You held his wrist in a loose grip, your voice growing in tenfold when he circled patterns into it just as he was doing your breast. You cried out, shaking your head back and forth as you pled for him to slow down.

"LEE! Fuck- no, you can't-!" You couldn't form a sentence, your babbling far beyond comprehensive, much to Marshall's liking.

"I love when you get like this," he said from now in between your legs, confirming his presence with a wet kiss on your thigh, his lips inches away from his dripping release, "can't believe I got you. There's so much I wanna do to you, so many things I wanna say." Your legs snap shut around his hand, drool slipping past your lips as you look down at him, your eyes clouded in a daze of lust. You don't register his chuckling until his hand comes down on your heat, the wet slap causing you to cry out.

"Are you getting loopy on me already? C'mon Princess, what happened to all that fight you had earlier?" He asks with a cheeky grin, insisting that you answer him as his hand comes down on you again, this time giving a sharp suck to your clit. You cried out, fingers knotting in his hair when he did it again. Slowly, he parted you, exposing you to his dangerous gaze. He looks up at you, finger prodding at your hole.

"Am I moving too fast? You doing ok up there, Babe?" He asks with caution. You nod immediately, drawing a laugh out of him upon seeing your eagerness. "Yes! Mhm, I like it. I'm ok."

Upon hearing your words, he pressed his finger to you, slowly entering you until his knuckle met your pelvis. He slowly worked you open, encouraged by your whimpering to slip in another finger. He spent a hefty amount of time between your legs, scissoring his fingers and swapping it out for his tongue every now and then to make sure you were ready.

With a final lick of your entrance, he rises with a cheeky grin. His hand leaves your heat to hook under your knees, pushing them apart and nuzzling your cheek as he pressed himself against your heat. You suck in a sharp breath when feeling him rub you, gathering your arousal along his length with breathy pants.

"Sorry Beautiful, y'know I'm usually the best at foreplay, but seeing you lying here like this, all needy and sexy, your pussy practically drooling for me," he punctuates his words with a searing kiss, his tip already pressing against your entrance, hot and impatient. "You're all ready for me." With his final words, he breaches your walls, the both of you gasping at the intrusion.

You watched Marshall's face tighten the further he sank, his nails growing sharper by the second, his brows knitting scrunching when he stopped only halfway, a grin straining his handsome features. You cooed at him, running your fingers along his arms and shoulders when telling him that you were ok: that you could take it.

"Yeah, I know that Princess." His grin sharpened, ruby irises flashing for a moment before he buried his face in your neck. Your skin burned under his ragged breath, the gentle prick of his fangs nipping at your flesh distracting you from the final inches sinking into you. Only when his lap went yours, did you release a shaky sigh, grasping his face and pulling him into your lips. He kissed back with fever, concentrating on the kneading of your lips instead of the mind boggling tingle in his loins. He hissed a sharp 'fuck' when you shifted beneath him, your hips rocking against his to adjust to him.

It was in that moment he reminded of the safe word, at first you giggled, knowing you'd need it but not taking into account how serious he was. You were worried for a moment, but only for a moment, simmering under the pressure of Lee's lips.

"You're very pretty like this." You whisper, lips meeting his nose. He scoffed at this, his fangs peeking past his smile.

"Is now really the time to be trying to woo me? You've already got me in your bed, Gorgeous. What more could you ask for?" He jested with a rock of his hips, testing the waters almost. He felt a sharp pulse shoot straight through his cock at the sound your soft whimpers. Encouraged by this, he continues the motion, his hips circling and bucking into your heat. You gulped at this, knowing he only 'pre-fucked' you when he was planning on doing his worst.

"I mean it," you gasped, one hand leaving his face to grab onto his hip, your fingers soothing circles into them as your way of encouraging him to keep doing so. You hummed dreamily, your hips meeting his when feeling him give slow, shallow thrusts. "I-I think you're beautiful. Beautiful and special. You're very special to me." Your voice was crawling to new octaves, growing higher and higher the further Marshall withdrew, only to push himself back through your velvety heat. "I love you. I love you so much! You're so perfect, you know that? So broken and perfect, your pretty little flaws, your amazing voice," he gave a sharp whine, his hips picking up pace at your words. His hand found itself on top of your own that cupped his face, hoping you'd continue to praise him. And that you did.

"You deserve me. You say you don't, but you do. You deserve all that and more. You're so good, so good for me." You pulled him into another kiss of teeth and tongue, your legs hiking around his hips, the balls of your feet pressing into his lower back and drawing him impossibly closer. You fingers combed through his hair, his mouth falling open and allowed him to moan openly. He keened at your actions, pulling your leg from his hip and tossing it over his shoulder, hooking his fingers under your knee and using it as leverage to plow into you. You cried out, fingers tugging at strands of black hair.

"I love you," he moaned, his eyes closed and face scrunched tight in concentration, "yes, yes yes yes! I love you so much!"

It didn't take much time at all for either of you to lose yourselves, your combined mewls of pleasure bouncing off of the salmon papered walls. The room was dense, thick and heavy with the scent of your combined sex, fluids of all kinds coating your skin from head to toe.

It started out soft, loving and tender as the two of you made love. You took it slow, nothing aside from sensual kisses and heartful strokes to soothe your bleeding hearts. You held one another tight, chests stuck together, lips giving and receiving soft kisses, words of encouragement and adoration being cooed into one another's ears until you both climaxed. It truly was heaven.

Then the third round came around.

Marshall had flipped you over, steadying you in your hands and knees as he plowed into you without relenting, brutalizing your innards in every way he saw fit. This continued for hours. Twisting and turning your body into whatever position he wanted. You were at his will, whether it be making you sit on his face, 69ing, having you up against the dresser, window, and closet (though he found the ceiling to be his favorite). You had truly thought he had lost it when he had you dangling off the bed, your hands and forearms shaking on the floor as he rammed you from the bed, your legs spread and at his mercy.

You could tell that Marshall had truly lost himself after round 5, his scleras going black and irises glowing red when he had asked you to suck him off. His pretty little whimpers had morphed into dark grunts and choked groans. You were unsure if you loved more or feared him when he got like this, never having too much time to dwell on it when he was working his sorcery between your thighs.

You found him to be way more sadistic when he got like this, having voiced to you once that one of his main goals is to have you sobbing from the pleasure. And 12/10 that's exactly what he does, pushing you so far into overstimulation that you've blacked out once from the intensity of it. You vividly remember how much he apologized the following day, swearing that he didn't mean to go so far. You often wonder if it's an intentional switch, or if his vampire/demon side had a subconscious part to play in it.

By the time sunrise came, you were nothing but a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, your breathing ragged and unstable as you held Marshall's wrist in a tight grip. Pleas and prayers falling from your swollen lips as he lazily stroked your aching entrance, lithe fingers fingering at the neverending flow of cum weeping from your hole. With a final slap to your count, he relented, laughing at your quivering form and how you were barely conscious enough to form coherent words. With one last boastful laugh, he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in close to him, your back against his chest. He pressed a series of kissing along your skin, giving extra love to the bite marks that he was 68% sure wouldn't turn you.

"You were amazing," He whispers against your sweaty skin, "and I'm sorry." His fingers caressed your sides, his smile simmering when feeling the crescent shapes his nails left in your skin, thumbs rubbing over them for now. He'd have to make sure to patch you up when you woke up. For now, he was pleased, you wrapped in his arms.

Words couldn't describe how grateful he was for you, whether it be when you were under him or when you were threatening to take his hat under the blistering sun. He truly believed that you were his person, his light in the dark, his sunshine on rainy days, the strings of his heart: or some sappy shit like that.

As he watched you sleep peacefully in his arms, he couldn't help the intrusive thoughts that plagued him. He knew that you wouldn't be here forever, and that horrified him. Whether you decide to leave him and start a family, or simply choose to live out your short life in a cottage on the edge of Aaa, he didn't know. His mind flashed horrifying images of you croaking, a series of headstones sticking out of the ground, corroded and weathering down over time. A perfect human being, wasted away due to something as superficial and selfish as time. He didn't want that for you, for either of you.

You were the living embodiment of his happiness, his reason to even carry on in this twisted wonderland. He'd be lying if he says he hadn't thought of turning you, it plagues his mind every time you so much as look at him. He often found himself staring at you, just for the hell of it, for he never knew when it'd be the last time he'd see it.

He's lived for centuries, wars and extinctions going by within the blink of an eye for him. You could easily do the same if he looked away for a second too long. Your first day here had gone by in the blink of an eye, somehow managing to be committed to you for 2 years without even knowing your last name. Time moved too fast for him to get a hold of, and he hated it. He hated it so damn much.

You could easily be like him, he would have to give up the enchanting sound of your beating heart in order to keep your smile. He's unsure if you'd ever agree to something so drastic, knowing that you still wanted so much out of life that you couldn't get in your afterlife. You often voiced your adoration for little ones, and that made Marshall hurt. He was unable to give you that, realizing that when he died, so did his ability to reproduce. He had told you this when you had first started engaging in intercourse, and for the first few months it was bliss, but he often caught your eyes lingering on the candy children in the Candy Kingdom, or your tenderness towards smaller creatures that were unable to help themselves.

That was one thing he didn't want to take from you, your happiness, your hopes and dreams of wanting to become a mother. Even when you denied it, he knew the truth.

He held you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent as if it were the last thing he'd do. He loves you, he loves you so much that it hurts. He was torn, torn between being selfish enough to turn you here and now, or just savor whatever time he had left with you. Maybe if he turned you, you could both have a little vampire baby. Maybe that would make you happy enough to stay with him forever.

It was your shuffling that stir him from his wandering thoughts, mumbling his name as you flipped over, your arms now circling his waist as you buried yourself into his chest. He swore that if his heart was still beating it would've skipped a beat. He returned your embrace, his chin finding your head as he held your close, 'It was a problem for another time,' he reminded himself. Simply wanting to bask in your warmth forever.

"I love you, Princess."
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YEESSS!!!

Ngl this wasn't intended to be this long.
It was supposed to be a one shot right, but then I craved more

Ahh anyway. Time to disappear for another 2 yes😜✌🏽

Hope you enjoyed it!!