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Alex shifted in the large, soft bed. She grunted a few times in her sleep. Though she was moving around fussily, she was aware she was still asleep. She reached out next to her, furrowing her perfect eyebrows in sleepy frustration. Her long fingertips stopped and brushed against the soft skin of a familiar arm. She sighed blissfully, not having to open her eyes to know who she had touched. She rested her palm on the arm and rubbed up and down it slowly and tenderly. She recieved a soft hum ofappreciation from the woman sleeping beside her. She continued this until her rubs became slower and her hand became shakier and she began to grip th

The green portal opened up in the living room of Morty's house. The teen boy jumped with the quickness he didn't know he had into the safety of his common ground. After him, calmer and smoother, was his grandpa Rick. "Thanks for the ac-accompaniment eeRRUGGHHMMorty." the older man belched, closing the portal behind them, tapping the side of the vial full of what they went to the dimension to find. Morty sat curled on the shag carpet, breathing ever so heavily. "R-R-Ri-Rick.." the boy stammered his words like he and his granddad both commonly did. "I know Morty. But I needed this serum for m-my reseeURRGHHaarch. V-very valuable. And you needed

Morty looked around the house. It was completely trashed from top to bottom. He never put it past his sister Summer or grandpa Rick to throw some of the wildest parties in the whole galaxy. His eyes scanned the whole room he was in, seeing all the trash from earthly objects and otherwise scattering the floor. He looked down at his feet, watching his white shoes kick around many beer cans and bottles that he's sure a great deal came from his grandfather. "Morty? Why aren't you having a good time?" he heard a familiar feminine voice come from his left side. He looked up to meet Summer's half drunk gaze. She didn't even know why she asked, Mo

Marcel slid his glasses off his face and threw them lightly onto the white bed sheets in his room. He rubbed his unfocused eyes and just decided to shut them. When he did, he felt a stinging pain in the left one, followed by stinging pain all over his body. He walked to his vanity along with the mirror that sat against the wall above it. He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see himself. But, he did. He slowly opened his eyes with slight pain and saw his reflection. A giant purple, swollen black eye. He rolled up the sleeve on his left arm and studied the various bruises and cuts. Same as the other arm, and his neck. He was an ab

"I'm so sick of this shit!' Zayn screamed, slinging his phone out of his hand to the other side of the room. It crashed against the wall, making a visible hole and possibly breaking his iPhone. Louis was on the other side of the room as he dodged Zayn's phone. He yelped in fear as he ran to the other side of the room, crouching in a corner. Zayn pulled at his hair, ripping strands out as he put his hands on his hips angrily. "Z-Zayn... it's not true. None of it is true." Louis cried out, slapping his hands to his face so Zayn didn't accidently hit him with something he slung to the other side of the room like his expensive phone. "All of thes

Dear Journal, It's not an easy thing. But it shouldn't be a difficult thing either. I know I'm not the only person in the world with trouble showing feelings. But why does it alwasy turn to burning anger? The kind that makes me want to hurt someone or something. Why do I want to hit something so badly? I mean, I understand if I want to hit Yuki, but there is reaon for that. That silver haired bastard. But then I saw her.. nothing has ever made me want to control my anger. I thought it was the best thing about me honestly. It showed other people I wasn't one to fuck with. I didn't want to change. I never did. Until I saw and met her. She makes

Zayn tightened the ropes that tied Louis's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. His tight pink hole was fully exposed and open for Zayn to fully torture. Zayn smiled at him, kissing his bottom lip and pulling it as he left his lips. "Z-Zayn... I'm sorry." he said, looking at his boyfriend with merciful eyes. "Looking at another man. Practically eye fucking him, my little slut knows the punishment for that." Zayn smiled, opening a drawer full of toys and sexual torture items to use on Louis. He pulled out a vibrator, about 8 inches in length. He slid it near Louis's tight hole not ready for what awaited him. "No, nevermind. I think I should puni