Love Hurts (Marshall Lee x Reader)

The Red Rains

*I regret nothing I have put in this chapter*

You woke up next to Marshall, him snuggling into your neck.

You recalled the previous moments from last night and blushed wildly. You looked at him and smiled softly, admiring his peaceful face.

Suddenly, he let out a shrill squeak and dove under the blankets, hugging you. You grew confused as you tried to process what just happened.

You then looked to your side to see the curtains wide open, revealing the sun, which must've burned Marshall Lee.

You struggled from his grip until you finally got up and shut them closed. Marshall slowly emerged from the blankets, only his eyes showing.

"I-Is it gone?" You giggled and nodded.

"Yes, Marshall, the sun is gone."

He smiled in relief and kicked off the blanket. 

You then noticed he was still completely naked...which meant you was still naked. You turned a deep scarlet red and attempted to cover yourself.

"I-I'm going to take a sh-shower!"

With that, you ran into the bathroom and shut the door. You turned on the water and let it run for a bit so it could heat up. When it was warm enough, you stepped inside the tub and let the water run over your body.

You grabbed the soap and lathered it against your body. That is, until two arms wrapped around your waist, making you drop the soap. A deep voice chuckled in your ear.

"You shouldn't drop the soap, (Y/N)~" 

You reached my hand back and gripped Marshall's dick tightly and looked at him through the corner of your eye.

"If you try anything, I will rip it off. I'm trying to get clean, not lucky."

Marshall put his hands up defensively.

"G-Got it..."

You reached down to pick up the soap and rinsed it off.  When you got up, you released Marshall.

After you finished with the soap, you passed it to Marshall and began to rinse off.

"Hey, (Y/N)..." 

You turned around to Marshall and almost instantly regretted doing so.

Marshall was balancing the soap...on his dick.

You gripped the bridge of your nose and sighed in annoyance.

"You know what? I'm just...I'm done."

 You stepped out of the shower, leaving Marshall staring, with a bar soap still on his dick.

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You lay on the bed, drifting off to take your afternoon nap, when suddenly, you were knocked out of bed.

When you looked up, Marshall Lee was on the bed, snuggling into the sheets.

You growled and got up as your left eye twitched.

"Move. The fuck. Over." You growled at the vampire king. 

He open an eye and looked over to you.

"What if I don't want to?"

"What if I shove the pillow over your face until you stop breathing?"

"...(Y/N), I'm already dead..."

"Then I'll fucking kill you again."

Marshall gulped loudly and slowly moved over. You face planted into your pillow and began to sleep. Marshall slowly reached over to touch you but you glared at him.

"I fucking dare you to touch me, you shitbag. I will bite your hand right the fuck off."

Marshall slowly pulled his hand back while you went to sleep.

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Tears fell harshly from your eyes as you stared at the floor.

Marshall came rushing into the kitchen, concerned.

"(Y/N), babe, what's wrong?"

You sniffled and pointed to something on the floor.

It was macaroni and cheese.

"M-My macaroni and cheese d-died...he was just b-born..."

You wiped your eye as you turned to the microwave.

"I'm sorry...I-I killed him..."

You gripped Marshall's shirt and cried.

The vampire king blinked once and looked into your eyes and sniffed you.

"(Y/N), have you been doing drugs? Or did you have a couple of drinks, do I need to call someone?"

You cried even harder.

"Y-You think I'm crazy now, don't you? I just murdered someone!"

You turned away from Marshall and began to sing.

"Cuz I didn't mean to hurt himmm..."

You sang as you pointed to the macaroni and cheese, and then to the microwave.

"Could've been somebody's sonnnn..."

Marshall slapped his forehead and grabbed your hand.

"Ok we are taking you to Doctor Prince because--gLOB DAMMIT WHAT THE HELL, (Y/N)?!"

You had escaped from Marshall's grip and sat on the counter, crying  gibberish.

"WHUY MARSHUL LE U DUNT EVN UNDERstoond mE!" 

Marshall began to walk out of he room, completely done with everything.

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"(Y/N), we need to talk."

"Um, excuse you, but I do believe I'm trying to enjoy my show."

"The screen is blank..."

"cOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP MY FAVORITE PART IS ON!"

"Dammit, (Y/N), the screen just turned off!"

"HAHA, I LOVE THAT PART!"

"Did I literally fuck you silly last night, with the hell have I done..."

"Hey, you, you sexy beast with fangs, go get me some orange juice and thin mints..."

"Ew...what the hell, that's the nastiest combo I've ever heard..."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe I told your bitch ass to bring me my snacks..."

"(Y/N)...are you on your period...?"

"THE RED RAINS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS YOU LITTLE CUNTSHIT!"

"...you are...aren't you...?"

"...japan is attacking, Marshall. Japan, is attacking."

"Glob dammit, (Y/N)..."