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Yes, Romania is beautiful, but we can’t post images of our great castles or our breathtaking nature at this moment. Everything is in danger right now. The government of the PSD (the neo-communists) made corruption legal. It’s true, it’s great, would Trump say. But we’ve had our share of corruption. We’re done. We want transparency. We want to be a modern country. But now, those politicians want to legalize corruption and of course they are the ones who won’t end up in jail because of this new law. They steal our money and our lives. 

We, the people, can’t do anything about it, except this: protest and share our message with the world. We only want to live in this beautiful country with breathtaking nature and great cultural places, but without those corrupt and arrogant politicians. 

Please help us, and share. And Romanians: protest!

hey so i know i dont usually post about romanian things but i need to say this

so last night (yes, in the middle of the fucking night, like the filthy thieves they are) the romanian government passed a law that, basically, makes corruption legal (if its under 45k euros, which is a LOT) AND they’re going to let all the (few) people who (they barely) arrested for this out of prison… 

i know this isnt as important to america as trump, but this is HUGE to us. there were (as far as i know) 90 thousand people protesting last night (the last time there were protests this big was in 1989 when communism fell, just to give you a perspective) and there are going to be even more today

this country has had problems with corruption since the dawn of time but i dont reckon it ever being made LEGAL. i just figured id bring some awareness to this…

here and here are two sources

SAVE DINA ALI

Dina Ali is a woman from KSA who fled the country despite strict travelling laws placed on women. She fled Saudi Arabia in hopes to have refuge in Australia away from her abusive family. However, upon landing in the Philippines, Dina was detained by airport officials who prevented her from travelling any further despite her desperately explaining to officials that her family will kill her the moment she returns to Saudi. PLEASE HELP SAVE DINA ALI BY SPREADING MORE AWARENESS. SHE MATTERS TOO.


There are millions of Saudi Arabian women who face injustice and oppression in their own country by the very people who are meant to protect them. The government and their families.

Women in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia cannot travel even outside their own homes without a male guardian. Women in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia are barred from driving leaving them very dependent on male relatives. Among other basic human rights violations.

In July 2011, a woman from Jeddah was sentenced to ten lashes by whip for driving a car although the sentence was eventually overturned. Women are even being controlled at their workplaces, a woman’s work must also be deemed suitable for the female physique and mentality. Women are allowed to work only in capacities in which they can serve women exclusively; there must be no contact or interaction with the opposite gender. 
Consequently in 2005, most Saudi women worked as nurses,doctors,teachers and at women’s banks. Jobs such as judges or other jobs in the high public office are forbidden to women.

Even in schools the quality of education is lower for females than males. Curricula and textbooks are updated less frequently, and teachers tend to be less qualified. At the higher levels, males have better research facilities.

- In 2008 Khamisa Mohammad Sawadi, a 75-year-old woman, was sentenced to 40 lashes and imprisonment for allowing a man to deliver bread to her directly in her home. Sawadi, a non-citizen, was deported

- 2013 was when the Kingdom registered its first female trainee lawyer. It’s first ever female lawyer to be granted an official license from its Ministry of Justice. 2013!!!


- “We all have to live in the borders of the boxes our dads or husbands draw for us.”
-Zahra, 25-year-old Saudi woman, April 7, 2016.

-“It can mess with your head and the way you look at yourself. How do you respect yourself or how [can] your family respect you, if he is your legal guardian”?
-Hayat, 44-year-old former school principal, December 7, 2015.

- In 2013 Saudi women were first allowed to ride bicycles, although only around parks and other “recreational areas”. They must also be dressed in full Islamic body coverings and be accompanied by a male relative.

- In 1991, Saudi women launched a campaign for more rights. 47 women drove illegally through Riyadh, in protest against the ban on driving. Activists presented a petition to King Fahd requesting “basic legal and social rights.” Subsequently, a feminist leader was arrested and tortured. members of the public demanded strict punishment of the women who had driven in protest, and denounced activists as “whores.” The mutaween enforced the dress code more aggressively.

- In 2013 the Saudi government sanctioned sports for girls in private schools.

Despite all of Saudi Arabia’s blatant human rights violations including the indiscriminate bombing of Yemeni civilians and the treatment of women in their own borders, they still get elected to the United Nation’s Human Rights Council.

Death by Paperwork

A Pam from HR story
Post Supergirl 2x15

Agent Alex Danvers sat in her office, looking meekly at the huge stack of paperwork in front of her. “I, um, have to fill all that out to get reinstated?”

“In triplicate.” Pam folded her arms across her chest and dared Agent Danvers to object. When nothing was forthcoming, she reached for the first sheath of papers, brandishing it for a moment before slapping it down on the desk. “Incident report for a brawl at a local nightclub.”

“We were…”

Another set of papers smacked onto the desk, interrupting the agent’s attempt at an explanation. “Discharge of a firearm in said brawl.”

Her glare halted Danvers’ finger in mid-air, and she kept the glare up until the hand returned to the agent’s lap. “Abuse of a prisoner in custody.” Alex actually flinched as another set of papers hit the desk. “Insubordination.”

“Unauthorized removal of DEO weaponry from the premises.”

“That gun is mine! I called dibs!”

Pam continued as if Agent Danvers hadn’t spoken. “Unauthorized use of DEO weaponry by a civilian. Sexual harassment of an NCPD officer.”

On a roll, Pam ignored the shocked look on Alex’s face and her “I was off-duty” protest. Smack. “Illegal use of explosives in a residential zone.”

“What?”

“Collusion with a known Cadmus agent (Father).” Pam picked up the last, heavy stack of papers and gazed at them lovingly. She had only been able to file them once before, and also on the behalf of one Agent Alex Danvers. She was going to be legend in Washington. “And finally, Unauthorized Space Launch and Failure to Log a Flight Plan per NASA regulation 47390-13-86.”

Alex finally looked defeated, and she brushed her hair back behind her ear as she pulled a cheap ballpoint out of the cup on Pam’s desk. She grimaced as she tried to write, shaking the pen a moment before trying another pen. “I’ll leave you to it, Agent Danvers,” Pam said curtly. “I need a cup of coffee.”

She walked briskly out of the room and around the corner to find J'onn waiting for her. “How’s it going? Is our agent learning her lesson?” he asked with a fond smile.

“I think so,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “But I think she has missed some mandatory sexual harassment training, and I’ve signed her up for refresher course on safe handling and proper procedures for DEO weaponry.”

J'onn laughed. “If this doesn’t teach her the error of her ways, nothing will. Now what do you say I buy you a nice latte from that new cafe up the street? I think Agent Danvers will be plenty occupied for the next few hours.”

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Guys, your tags in the last post regarding Russia are heart-melting… All your support and interest in what’s really going on here - it’s really important. Cause thanks to the government’ actions we feel isolated, the TV keeps saying we’re surrounded by foes and any protest will lead to blood, failure for the motherland and the triumph of the enemies… They keep silent about the real enemy within. 

Guess how many official channels talked about the nationwide protests the day they happened? About all the people who got beaten and arrested? Not. Any. One. I’m not kidding. The day after, press choicely started to mention ‘illegal protests in some towns, sponsored by provocators’.  

(What makes your demonstration ‘legal’ in Putin’s Russia: your meeting, its goals, slogans and placement must me officially approved by the  government agency beforehand. If you go to the street without their approval, you’re automatically counted as a perpetrator. Some activists were arrested in the cafe whilst just discussing the forthcoming meeting. The organizators are tracked by the social network chats and calls - when our only way of communication is the Internet, cause the opposition has no chance of being heard on TV or in the press. If you still dare to go to the demostration with a broadsheet and stay safe, there is a high chance of being fired at work or barred from the university. Those who bear anti-putin broadsheets are arrested in the first place).

Nevertheless, the government wants to make an illusion that there is no real opposition in Russia. And that the opposition leader who initiated the protests all-over the country, Alexei Navalny, is not trust-worthy and more is like a clown… 
A few days before the demonstrations, an unknown person splashed brilliant green dye in his face and ran away. Not talking about a damage for eyes it could cause, were they expecting he won’t show in public with a green face? 

Well, it only resulted in green becoming ‘the new black’ in the protests~ 

The government claims such ‘anti-patriots’ are dangerous and lead the country to the downfall and blood… It’s them, not us, who do this. 

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Kanaka Maoli, Tino Rangatiratanga, and the Australian Aboriginal flag representing the people of Hawaiʻi, Aotearoa, and Australia’s fight for the right to exist in our ancestral homelands. 

“Ici on noie les Algériens” - “Here we drown Algerians

-Graffiti on the Saint-Michel Bridge, after the massacre
 

The Paris Massacre of 1961

In 1961, France found itself embroiled in a fierce counter-revolutionary war against its colony of Algeria. The war started in 1954, and as it dragged on, anti-Algerian laws and attitudes seeped into mainland France. In retaliation of the brutal suppression of the Algerian independence fighters, several police buildings were bombed in Paris. French police began to ruthlessly target Parisians with Algerian backgrounds; other minorities, like Moroccans, Tunisians, Spaniards, and Italians, were sometimes targeted out of ignorance. Those stopped by police were met with harsh interrogation and outright violence - a disturbingly common method used by French police was to beat, handcuff, then throw a suspect into the Seine, effectively executing them through drowning. Established law followed this trend, and by 1961, it was illegal to merely protest against the Algerian War.

On October 5th, a general curfew of 8:30 PM was enforced against all “Algerian Muslim workers,” “French Muslims” and “French Muslims of Algeria.” Pro-Algerian movements urged Parisians to protest this curfew on the night of the 17th. French police responded by mobilizing some 8,000 + police officers and riot suppression specialists and blocking access to the capital by severing all routes of ingress and egress. Out of the 150,000 Parisians who had Algerian backgrounds, about 40,000 assembled to protest on the night of the 16th. French police cracked down, arresting some 11,000 of the protestors.

However, some 4,000 protestors avoided arrests and were able to peacefully protest on the Grand Boulevards. Stopped by police at the Opéra de Paris, the protestors turned around and reversed their route.

The massacre began shortly after. Near the Rex Cinema, police open fired on the crowd with live ammunition, then charged. A similar scene unfolded on the Neuilly-sur-Seine, with protestors being shot and beaten without cause. French police began to throw dead or unconscious protestors into the Seine, sometimes within sight of the Notre-Dame.

Other protestors were arrested and brought to different locations, like the Palais des Sports, Stade Pierre de Coubertin, or various police headquarters. For almost a week, the prisoners were beaten and tortured, or outright executed. French police who carried out the acts were noted to have stripped all identification off of their uniforms. Bodies and half-alive prisoners were dumped into the Seine at night.

For weeks, bodies washed up on the banks of the Seine. The entire massacre was deliberate and planned, penned and ordered by the head of the Parisian Police, Maurice Papon. Papon would receive the Legion of Honour from Charles du Gaulle later that year.

France never officially recognized the existence of the massacre until nearly four decades later, in 1998. However, official statements only mentioned 40 dead, when other estimates place the toll at closer to 200.

In 1998, Maurice Papon was first convicted of crimes against humanity due to his aiding in the deportation of French-Jewish citizens during the Vichy Regime. In 1999, he was also found guilty of perpetuating the 1961 massacre. He lost all rank and decorations, including his Legion of Honour, but was released in 2002 on the grounds of ill-health.

hell of a first date

Summary: It’s hard to top a first date that starts with meeting in the back of a police car.

Pairing: Twelve/Rose

Rating: K+ or light teen // Word Count: 876

Note #1: for the lovely @caedmonfaith​ on the occasion of her birth ♥ Happy birthday!! Have this little bit of ridiculousness :D

Note #2: based on a pair of prompts that can be found at the end of this ficlet and for the record i was picturing a young Capaldi here like… this because of reasons :)

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“I demand to know what you’re charging me with. I was doing nothing illegal,” the man protested in a loud voice, Scottish accent prominent.

“You refused to move when asked,” the exasperated police officer answered.

Rose craned her neck to get a better view out the back window of the patrol car she was in. The officer who had picked her up had ahold of a man’s arm and was dragging him towards the car.

“Not illegal. You can’t arrest me.”

“I can bloody well do what I like. You were being a public nuisance.”

“I was just sitting there.”

“On the ground! In the middle of a busy train station!”

“Good place to think. The noise is excellent at drowning out the more annoying thoughts in my head.”

“Just get in the damn car. We can argue about it down at the station.”

“But I’ve done nothing!”

The door to the car slammed shut as he shouted that last bit and he huffed as he sat back against the seat.

“So then, did I hear right that they’re arresting you for sitting in the middle of the train station?” Rose asked brightly, turning to face her seatmate.

He startled, apparently not having realized there was someone else in the car as he’d been glaring out the window at the cop. “You’re naked,” he said.

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echoraven1219  asked:

Ideas for a character that used to be in a gang? What sort of problems might he have now (he's already a kleptomaniac)?

Hi! Here’s a bit of a mix of ideas and problems:

● Old gang is trying to get him back
● On parole/ watched by the police
● Criminal record makes getting a job harder
● Feels like he needs a group of friends or a family (as one appeal of gangs is the loyalty)
● Hard to not resort to violence during a disareement
● Lacks a home or money since he was dependent on the gang
● Afraid of walking into gang territory and getting caught back up in the mess
● Has to constantly check his morals to make sure he doesn’t slip into crime again
● Almost too nice because he’s trying to make up for his past
● Old rival gangs mess with him/ hurt him
● Lost in terms of his goal for life
● Struggles to reconcile with family
● Unsure of how to act around old gang members
● Snitched on his old gang and has to watch his back now
● Can’t decide what to do with his illegal prosessions or money
● Protesters harass him becuase he was involved in a shooting a long time ago that involved a stray bullet and unintended victim
● Drug addict/ alcoholic/ smoker
● Feels overwhelmingly guilty about people he’s killed, hurt, or helped to kill (visits the graves)
● Tries to cover up gang tattoo

If the right really wanted to protect freedom of political expression (even of those they disagree with) they would support support legislation that does that and oppose legislation that attempts to restrict protest. Instead they vilify protests, call BLM terrorists, propose legislation that makes it illegal for protesters to wear masks, call for harsher sentencing for protesters, and joke about hitting protesters with their cars if they block roads. Whining about antifa on the internet is about the least effective way to protect freedom of speech. In my personal opinion it is also counterproductive, since fascist rhetoric proposes severely limiting expression. Its clear that majority of people complaining about antifa don’t actually care about freedom of political expression. This is a problem I often find with abstract ideals like free speech, pacifism, and democratic processes, everyone loves to fall back on them when they benefit the position they already support, but fail to mention them when they don’t. Its backwards and hypocritical.

16 February 2015 - IDF soldiers threw stun grenades and pepper sprayed protesters in the West Bank, Palestine. The Palestinian protesters were there to protest plans for the building of another of many illegal Israeli settlements in Palestine. This one would block of the connection from the West Bank to Jerusalem. 

Also, I hate the fake ‘neutral’ tone news media use. The truth isn’t in the middle here, Reuters. It isn’t 'a scuffle over disputed land’ or a 'geographically sensitive piece of land’, it’s Palestinian land being annexed by an occupying foreign army. Disgusting. [video]

Dan's Little Secret ("Shh...")

Description: Dan starts to have a little ‘fun’ with his flatmate, only it’s when he’s sleeping ao he doesn’t know. But once he does… How will Dan keep certain Phil will stay?

WN: somnophilia, toys, bondage, little bit of rape mentioned

Dan’s POV
 
Glancing around to make sure no one would see me (though who would?), I slipped into the room and gently closed the door, locking it tight. This was my little secret; no one else could know. This was all mine. Footsteps loud and broad, I walked into the darkness and up to the back corner where a figure remained in the shadows. He was on his knees, head flopped down as he slept, arms raised above his head by a chain. A single sliver of light stretched across his chest and I grinned, though I don’t know why. I couldn’t help it. He was my secret. My teeny tiny secret. My secret.
 
He was mine. All mine.
 
It had started subtly. He didn’t know what I was doing and that was how I liked it. But now I have him. I have him, to myself. He will be mine and I will make him say it, and scream it, and know it, and want it and -
 
[A few months earlier]
 
I had wanted Phil for far too long to control myself anymore. The fact that he was there, right there, completely vulnerable and unable to stop me probably kicked me over the edge. I’d woken up early due to a nightmare (and a sudden need for the loo) and during my nervous walk in the dark I came across Phil’s room. The door was slightly ajar and the small slit of light framed his face perfectly. I grinned, completely forgetting what I came out for and edged his door open, stepping through.
As the light exposed him I bit my lip to hold back an unexpected moan - his covers were sliding off, his limbs were everywhere and his chest was completely bare. I knew I shouldn’t; I mean he was asleep and I was his friend and that could possibly be illegal but all protesting thoughts were immediately forgotten when I felt a tingle in my crotch and my grin widened. I pulled his covers to the floor and carefully tugged at his pyjama bottoms until they slid off his ankles. I took a deep breath and mentally reminded myself not to wake him.
I crawled over his bed straddling his thighs as I ran my hands across his chest. He exhaled deeply and turned his head so his fringe fell completely over his face. I bit my lip as I gently ran my fingers up and down his boxers, I had never touched him before or even seen him so this was so exciting!
 
A breathy moan escaped his lips as I started palming him, running my other hand over his chest again and across his nipples before bringing it to my own crotch and rolling my hips into my hand. I answered his quiet moan, tugging his boxers down and gasping at the sight of him. My hand clasped around him and slowly started to pump and before long it was obvious by his quickened breath and moans that I was affecting him. I shuddered, loving the fact that I could do this to him and he wouldn’t even comprehend what’s really happening, or really do anything at all. Well, apart from moan and cringe and roll his hips into my hand as I felt him get harder. Wait, I didn’t even know what would happen. Could I actually make him come in his sleep? My question was quickly answered as he did exactly that, legs juddering and fists clenching, eyes squeezing as his release painted my hand.
Once he fell back on the bed limp I sighed, realising I didn’t want to stop. And I hadn’t even started stroking myself yet. I dipped my hand beneath my boxers and moaned as I moved my hand up and down my length, recommencing my actions on Phil.
His breaths were still short and his fringe had stuck to his forehead with sweat and seeing him like this made him ten times as sexy and I practically hiccupped as my climax caught me by surprise. I ruined my boxers but I didn’t care as I felt Phil hardening again and I grinned.
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Phil’s POV
 
I had a wet dream last night. I guess I shouldn’t be as embarrassed as I am but for god’s sake I’m a grown man; erotic dreams and waking up to moist underwear is a thing for prepubescent boys! I quickly shuffled out of my stained pair and cleaned myself up before slipping on a new pair and getting dressed.
Looking in the mirror to fix my hair I realised my face was bright red and I my eyes widened. How am I supposed to face Dan looking like a twelve year girl who just got called pretty, though I’m far from blushing! What is WRONG with me this morning?
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I shouldn’t have done that. I had touched my best friend without his permission in his sleep and gotten both of us off in the process. That’s just messed up! The only thing is, despite knowing how absolutely wrong that was, I can’t help but think back on it with a sly grin. It was so wrong, yet it felt so good, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so brilliant in my life. Hell, I was just getting started.
A couple of days later Phil fell asleep with his laptop on his chest and his head flopped to one side, glasses slipping off the end of his nose. That’s just adorable.
Absentmindedly I strolled into his room as though it was completely normal and I lifted the mac from him, allowing his chest to rise and lower safely. Discarding it, I crawled onto the bed unable to rid my face of that same devilish grin. My hands, already sweaty with anticipation, ripped the duvet off to expose him and I gasped; he’d only worn his boxers to bed tonight.
My hands found themselves massaging his flaccid length through the garment and his sleeping form shuddered. Tugging at the hem and working them down, my eyes fixed on him as he sprung out and trembling fingers wrapped around him. I breathed out a moan, as did he, as I stroked slow and sensually to get him hard. His head rolled to the side and I watched his glasses fall soundlessly to the floor.
 
I felt him harden in my hand drawing my attention back. Without proper thought I leaned down and hovered my mouth above his cock, darting my tongue across the head shyly before taking him in my mouth. His jaw fell open as a moan escaped, I suckled on him like a baby, enjoying him. My other hand drifting to my own crotch and palming me to give me the friction I needed, I let myself sink down further.
 
I curved and twisted my tongue around his thick length as I took him deeper, surprisingly not finding a gag reflex before feeling his head hit the back of my throat. It seems I was made for him. I bobbed my head up and down, still sucking though now more forcefully.
 
Phil quickly became more responsive and I had to hold his hips down so he wouldn’t buck into me. His hand found my hair and gripped tight and I reveled in the feeling. Did he even know what he was doing? His breathing became erratic and soon he was spilling into me. I sucked him hard through his climax, only pulling off once he flopped down motionless onto the bed, fast asleep.
His hand fell from my hair and I swallowed eagerly, tasting him and enjoying having a bit of him inside me. I was enjoying all this way too much, but as long as he never finds out I can do as much as I like. My personal little secret.
 
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Phil’s POV
 
Two nights later, it happened again. This is shocking. More than that - it’s fucking humiliating! How is this happening? Once again speeding to change my underwear and groaning at my crimson cheeks, I walked out to get breakfast. I glanced over to see Dan fixated on the TV, completely oblivious to me.
Well, since I’m having a bad morning I might as well have some nice cereal (and by that of course I mean Dan’s). Speaking of whom, as I sit down near him later with some coffee (no WAY would I sit here eating HIS cereal where he could see me) I’m relieved to discover he hasn’t noticed my embarrassment. Again. Either that or he’s got a good poker face. Well, or it’s just not that visible but come on I’d expect my face would still be beaming by this point.
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Dan’s POV
 
The next day I wake earlier than Phil and realise how ridiculously hungry I am. Did I forget to eat dinner? Does Dan Howell EVER forget to eat? Well whatever caused it, I was starving so I shuffled into the kitchen to prepare myself some simple cereal.
 
I checked the box; it was getting low again.
 
“For fuck’s sake Phil! You have your own box.”
I grumbled, still in my sleepy morning haze as I collapsed onto the sofa and watched some lame TV show I was not vaguely interested in.
 
Phil feigned innocence, as usual though he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone.
 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about - I had my own yesterday.”
 
“Bull crap! Yours still hasn’t been opened in the week since we bought it. AND you left your bowl on the table WITH the crumbs in! Call me stupid but that pretty much says you’re eating my cereal again!”
 
Phil rolled his head round to look at me and giggled.
 
“You’re stupid.”
 
Rolling my eyes, I sighed, frustrated, and turned back to the TV.
 
“Asshole. I’ll get you back for this.”
 
Phil giggled and his tongue poked through his teeth without his permission and god, how could he do this to me? How could he always look so damn perfect and tease me like this?
 
Well, he thinks I’m joking. Ha, he thinks I’m joking.
 
 
I couldn’t wipe that smug, sly smirk off my face so I tried to hide it for most of the day. What was wrong with me? My mind was constantly serving me unconventional thoughts and fantasies of what I could do to Phil, and I know I should be concerned and shake them out but… Truth be told, I actually like them. Fuck, I’m in love with these ideas, but they’re only appetisers - nothing could beat the real thing.
 
Almost every night - quite late so I know he’s asleep but that’s never a problem since I’m practically nocturnal - I slip into his room, crawl into his bed and breath him in. I run my hands over him like it’s simultaneously the first and last time I’d ever have the chance, and pleasure him whilst not being able to pull my stare from his face whilst he cringes but still has no one what I’m doing to him. I love it. Seeing Phil like this is my personal treat. And it’s only for me.
 
Some nights I go further than others; as the weeks go on my exploration deepens, gradually getting more and more intimate and closer to the point of him waking up. I’m ridiculously lucky he’s a heavy sleeper.
 
One night I kissed him. Gently. Cautiously. His lips were warm and soft and just perfect - they fit so well against mine, and would even more when he’s aware and kissing me back. I brushed my tongue against his bottom lip, almost asking for entrance though I know he can’t consent so I separated his lips and let my tongue slide in. I gasped unexpectedly at the discovery that his mouth is greater than I could have imagined. Unable to control myself, my hands grazed his chest because we were so damn close I could feel his body heat and slipped lower and lower until my fingers squeezed him and his breath caught in his throat so I pulled back, smirking.
 
“Shh…” I breathed against his lips, then his brows furrowed slightly as if concentrating and he nodded - wait, did he just nod? Like actually move his head in comprehension? I should have stopped there. I should have taken that as a sign that this was the boundary and I should leave. But I didn’t, of course I didn’t.
 
What did I do? I smirked and pressed my lips to his again.
 
Another night I decided to risk a little more; when I crept into his room I brought with me a small bottle of lube. I spent a good ten minutes warming and working him up before squirting some onto my fingers, making sure to be extra careful because Phil might be a heavy sleeper but he’s got an embarrassingly low pain threshold. He didn’t react much when I pushed the first in but whined wearily at the second. It felt amazing - he was so tight and new and fuck.
 
I leaned up to his cringing face and whispered a soft “Shh…” to relax him as I pumped my fingers gently in and out. It felt like we were a newly couple, trying things out for the first time, like I was guiding him through these new sensations, like there was unspoken consent. I knew technically what I was doing was illegal (and oh, soon it would be) but it didn’t feel like that at all. Was that normal?
 
Once I’d decided I was safe to do that aswell, I stepped it up another level.
 
“Dan! Make sure you buy the right milk this time.”
 
I groaned in reluctance. He was making me do the shopping again, just like last week.
 
“Does it really matter?”
 
Phil scoffed in disbelief.
 
“Err, yes! I don’t want to be ill because of my intolerance you inconsiderate quack sack.”
 
“Well maybe you should stop stealing my cereal then.” I mumbled under my breath as I left the flat. I hadn’t forgotten.  It may have been a few weeks but I still wanted to get him back; I just didn’t know how yet. Wandering around the supermarket I found everything I needed  - especially Phil’s stupid special milk - then decided I should probably buy some more lube. It didn’t even matter if Phil saw it; he knows we all need to get off once in a while, so he’ll suspect it’s for me and won’t mention it. I drifted into the specialist shop where I usually buy my stuff (I always feel too awkward purchasing any in a supermarket but walking into a sex shop? Apparently that’s easy) and quickly picked out the one I wanted - cherry, of course - then a certain section caught my attention. Well, basically the toys.
 
Hmm. Now this could be fun.
 
I browsed for a while, admiring the many different vibrators and butt plugs and what not (seriously, completely fine in this shop!) and decided on a couple of vibrators because why not? Phil will love them.
 
 
That night, unfortunately, Phil wanted to stay up and watch a film with me so reluctantly I agreed, disappointed I wouldn’t be able to play with these until later or maybe even tomorrow. All too soon I realised how much of a bad idea that was as I was alone with Phil, at night, during a time I’d usually being messing with him and oh how easily I could drift into one of my fantasies; and having the excitement of the vibrators constantly WASN’T HELPING!
 
He snuggled up to me and rested his head against my arm, most likely innocently and oblivious to the fact that his touch against my skin whilst he was conscious was burning. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead and I tried to subtly wipe it away with my hand. And somehow, despite being such a heavy fucking sleeper Phil is hyper alert at eleven at night, snapping his head round to gaze at me with concern.
 
Aaaand shit.
 
“You okay? You look kind of flustered. Is it too warm?”
 
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was fixated by his giant blue orbs looking straight back into mine and I stared. Hell, I could’ve been drooling for all I knew. I wasn’t controlling myself lately anyway - that would be no shock. Eventually I shook my head wearily but he still didn’t look away. No, instead he reached up a hand and placed it to my forehead lightly. Well it’s definitely too warm now. My heart was picking up speed and I still couldn’t pull my eyes away. I must have looked feel fucking weird.
 
“Are you sure? You’re sweating and everything! Should we go to bed? I’ll get you a drink.”
 
He got up to leave and I instinctively grabbed his wrist to hold him back.

“No! Don’t worry, Phil. I’m fine, just… Watch the film. I might actually go to bed, though.”
 
Phil nodded anyway and I let go of him, apologising profusely before shuffling to my room. Leaning against the door I let out a huge breath and short “Shit"s because sometimes, awake, I really hate how that guy affects me.
 
***
 
Phil’s POV
 
This was getting out of hand. Practically every other night for a whole month I’ve been waking up to moist underwear. I mean, Christ, one time I woke up to sharp pain through my ass and oh god was I fingering myself in my sleep?! And that was only the beginning! Plus, I’ve started having dreams about my flatmate. I’m having erotic dreams about my best friend and… I even shiver at the thought.
 
"Err, Dan?” He turned his head to face me, a noise of affliction being produced. “I, err, wanted to talk to you about something? Because we’re best friends and we share personal things?” Everything was not supposed to be a question… I mentally smacked myself in the face.
 
His raised an eyebrow curiously and questioned, “What’s up?”
 
I cleared my throat awkwardly and pretended to be occupied by my phone to avoid eye contact. “Umm, well it’s kind of embarrassing. Recently I’ve been waking up to… Well, I’ve been… I’m having wet dreams, Dan. I’m twenty-eight and I’m having wet dreams again.” I expected Dan to laugh or maybe even make a pre-pubescent joke. But no - he did nothing. When he didn’t make a sound I looked up and noticed a brief flash of panic across his face before he shook it away.
 
“D-do you, are you sure?” I nodded, cheeks burning but thankfully not as bad as I thought they would. “Well, it’s pretty natural Phil. Is it really affecting you?”
 
“Emotionally, it’s scarring my male ego. But we both know I’m as adorable and feminine as I can get before being borderline camp,” Dan chuckled lightly, “and I’ve ruined a lot of my underwear already.”
 
“Nothing a simple spin in the washer can’t fix. But you’re ego? I’m sorry but that’s done for.” I mouthed a dramatic “Nooo!” causing Dan to laugh again. “Well, since that’s down the drain you could always wear a nappy to bed?”
 
And that’s as close to a pre-pubescent joke as I’m gonna get.
 
***
 
Dan’s POV
 
That was a wake up call. How long before Phil starts getting suspicious? What if he DOES start wearing nappies?
 
I always had a bit of a daddy kink anyway.
 
Speaking of kinks, tonight I was going to try the vibrators on him. Though it wasn’t going to be that simple. Oh no. I was going to get back at him for teasing me during the film and making me wait. Granted, not exactly intentional but who cares? I was going to have some fun.
 
Somehow we’d managed to sit in front of the TV again for another film but this time Phil fell asleep and a sly smirk grew unintentionally across my lips, as it always did. Quietly I crept into my room to grab a vibrator and returned, sitting next to Phil again and pulling him between my legs so my chest pressed against his back. My hand skittered along the hem of his shirt before slipping under and playing up his chest, the other working his pj bottoms off and grazing the insides of his thighs lightly. I was never going to get used to the feel of his body, his smooth fair skin, his-
 
I took his length in my hand and pumped him slowly, teasingly whilst I switched on the vibrator and brushed it against him. His body jerked and tensed so I flinched it away before cautiously bringing it back. This time I felt his thighs tense and his breath hitched. Only the sounds of the vibrator, Phil’s heavy breathing and my slow ones filled the room as I dragged it up and down his length. Within minutes he was hard and I bit my lip to stifle my own moan because he looked so goddamn hot.
 
When Phil’s breathing lost its rhythm I pulled the vibrator away from him, earning myself a quiet desperate whine. Gently I spread Phil’s legs and rubbed the tip around his entrance, squeezing some lube in place and easing it in. I hoped the soft vibrations were enough to numb the pain as I began slowly pumping it so Phil could get a feel for it, stroking him to make him more oblivious to the stretch.
 
And from the bliss on his face and way he whimpered with need and rolled his hips into the toy, from that moment I knew what boundary we had crossed and I was never going back.
 
From then on Phil became progressively more responsive, up to a point where it was almost like he was awake. He would move with my actions and plead and even whine out my name and each time I would whisper a quiet “Shh” and he would nod and remain compliant.
 
Until, one night, he woke up.
 
And oh god it was the worst one too; I was going to fuck him for the first time.
 
I had been so excited for it all week and when the night came I was practically vibrating - no pun intended - with anticipation. Once he was sleeping peacefully I flipped his limp body over onto his back and stripped off his bottoms, running my hands over his legs and clothed crotch and staring at him with lustful eyes. Why had I waited so long? It wasn’t like he wasn’t ready! I pulled down his boxers and took his cock in my hand, pumping him moderately fast to get him prepared. With my other I climbed over his hips and positioned myself on top of him, undid my joggers and lubed him up before dropping down slowly. It didn’t burn or hurt at all and before I knew it he had filled me completely - and the sensation was heavenly. I shifted my hips to move up and down him with as much care and control as I could but my body liked to do a lot of things without my permission and eventually it took over me; my actions became harsher, I took both his wrists and pinned them above his head and breathed over him like a beast. I had so much power and control over Phil it was intoxicating. So I didn’t stop.
 
And that’s when he woke up.
 
***
Phil’s POV
 
I shot my eyes open and was immediately met by a confusing sensation in my lower regions. It was hard and fast and god did it hurt. I tried to cry out but a strong hand in the darkness covered my mouth and my screams were muffled. Panic flooding my body I struggled under someone’s weight, my arms restricted above my head and pinned down with a tight grip, my waist straddled and hips being squeezed. I was trapped and something was happening to me.
 
Through the darkness my eyes met with my assaulter, their eyes darkened and clouded over with lust. Sweeping a familiar fringe out of their face suddenly the features were recognisable. Dan? I whimpered into his hand as he leant down and attacked my neck. I tried to struggle away but I was too weak and in too much shock. How was Dan so strong?
 
“Shh, Phil. Just shh…” He whispered in my ear harshly, licking the shell. “You’ll enjoy it if you relax. You always do enjoy it when I play with you. Here,” his hand removed itself from my mouth but I was too in shock to scream, and drifted lower, “Let me help you…” His fingers ran over my nipples, making me squeal and squirm under him in confusion as he teased the nubs. No way he hasn’t had practice at this. He was so expert at this it scared me.
 
A low chuckle sent a shiver like ice water down my back as he brought his hand down to cover my mouth once again, making me realise he had tied my wrists to the backboard. I cried into his hand and squeezed my eyes shut, praying this was all a horrible nightmare but I knew I was wrong.
 
“Shh… doesn’t it feel good? You know this makes you feel good. Don’t deny it.” At that moment Dan slammed himself down making me go deeper still  which sent pleasure rattling through my body and my eyes threw wide open in surprise. I squealed once again. “Shh. Just give in. Come, Phil. I want you to come for me.”
 
I didn’t want to, god knows I didn’t want to, but Dan knew exactly how to pleasure me and no matter how much I hated it I was getting closer with every movement. I threw my head around wildly, whining and trying to plead with Dan not to make me, not to put me through something so humiliating. In defiance Dan’s movements quickened and he moved himself around me expertly, pleasuring me more and more as his incredulous laugh filled the room, loving his complete control over me.
 
“Do it. Now. Come, Phil. Come while you’re awake. Let me see you climax. Fuck!” I cringed, wishing I could hold off but Dan was just too good - against my will my orgasm washed through me and I shook with pleasure, tensing and jerking and crying into Dan’s strong hand. Dan’s laughter was intense and it rang through my ears like an alarm.
 
I don’t know what happened next as I passed out.
 
***
Dan’s POV
 
The cloud of dominance and lust lifted soon after - whilst I had collapsed over a once-again unconscious Phil, panting like a dog. The haze of my orgasm had dissipated and I gently pulled myself off. Looking up I frowned at the rope restraining his wrists; had I tied him there? I didn’t remember that… Why did I-?
 
Oh god. Oh shit. Phil had woken up. I had fucked him and he knew and I was going to court, wasn’t I. No, screw court -I’m going to hell! How could I do that to my best friend? When he wakes up -
 
Unless… I made him stay. He could be mine. All mine. My dirty little secret.
 
I could make him stay, and I could love him when he is awake and he would love me, eventually. I would make him.
 
Once again, that devilish grin played on my lips but I had stopped fighting it; working together we could have Phil for ourselves and we could make him want you. Yes, I thought, he will beg for you. He’ll become so desperate for you and he’ll beg to be yours. I stood up and headed to the bathroom, fetching some sleeping pills and a glass of water before returning. Supporting his jaw I poured the mixture into his mouth, still grinning as it disappeared down his throat. I needed him out for certain whilst I went shopping…
 
 
Half an hour later I returned with some possibly dodgy equipment, judging from the looks I pulled from the employees, and began setting up my new play room. Securing the windows and covering them, I installed a few loops around the room and ceiling and moved some furniture to make space, leaving one corner opposite the door empty. I dragged a still sleeping Phil into the area and attached his new collar to his neck, securing a chain through it and around his wrists tightly before wrapping it around the loop above him. Once completed I stepped back and took in my new toy; Phil was going to be so good as my little pet. No one else had to know. He was going to be all mine.
 
 
[Present]
 
I loomed above him, his head still down and dark hair flopped lazily across his scalp. I watched his chest rise up and down before his head slowly lifted, taking a few seconds on fix on me. A gave him a soft smile before his eyes drifted around the floor, although he could hardly see much.
 
“Good morning, Phil. Was your night okay?” He nodded distractedly, still scanning the room and his current situation. “Good…” I pulled up a chair and sat facing him, trying to present my dominance and power.
 
“This is my room.” He commented, eyebrows clearly furrowed in the dark. I nodded to confirm it, tilting my head to admire him so lost. “What’s going on?” His eyes met mine again and I gasped briefly at his innocence.
 
“Well, you see Phil, I did a naughty thing…” I giggled like a child, “I did a naughty thing with you. And I couldn’t have you leaving me, getting me in trouble. So I’m making you my own. That way I know you won’t run off.” I giggled again and Phil just stared at me, expressionless.
 
“Dan whatever you did I’m sure it’s not a big deal. And I wouldn’t run off if I was untied so could you…?”
 
I laughed incredulously and threw my head back, highly amused, before standing up and getting closer to him. “Oh, Phil. Phil, Phil, Phil. You don’t remember yet do you? Did those nasty pills get to your head?” Phil raised an eyebrow in concern. “I know what I did was very, very naughty. But I couldn’t help myself,” I ran two fingers gently down his cheek, my voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re just so goddamn cute.”
 

Suddenly, unexpectedly, I felt something within me snap as the harsher part of me came through and I grabbed Phil’s jaw with a strong grip and leaned even closer. A small squeal escaped his mouth as his eyes showed more worry and fright.
 
“You’re mine. I’m gonna make you mine, Phil.  You’re going to want me as much as I want you.” I was scaring him, I could see it in his eyes and the way he cowered away from me. “I’m going to walk in here and every time I do you’re going to look at me and beg for me, beg me to touch you and please you and fuck you. You will be desperate for me.” Phil shook his head (well, tried to) tears threatening at his eyes. He was always too precious. “Yes, Phil. You will need me. You will. I will make you.”
 
Tears fell from his eyes. “Please, Dan. No.”
 
I chuckled lowly, “Oh, yes. I’ve been pleasing you for too long now - you’re used to it. So, now, I will leave you. And when I come back you will be squirming and begging for me and then you will be mine.” I giggled again. “It can’t be helped.”
 
I wiped the tears from his cheeks and leaned into his ear, whispering “You’ll love it” before heading back to my chair. “You know-”

“You can’t do this.” Phil interrupted me. “It’s illegal. I mean, god Dan, you molested me in my sleep; repeatedly. You raped me last night. You can’t keep me here.” He tried to sound strong but his voice began to crack as more tears threatened to fall.
 
I shook my head and continued. “You know, I never really got over how you kept stealing my cereal. Do you even realise how fucking frustrating that this?” I laughed knowingly and Phil curled into himself in worry “Well…” I pulled a small black remote from my pocket. “I’ve finally decided on the perfect way to get you back.” I switched it on and Phil gasped then cringed as the plug sprung to life inside him. “When I come back you’ll really need me.” I allowed that familiar smirk to crowd my face as I reveled in Phil’s reaction. He squealed and whimpered so I softly whispered “shh…” and he closed his eyes.
 
As I went to leave the room I was stopped by an unexpected “Dan!” causing me to spin on my heels. “Please don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone - just please let me go.” I smirked, then left the room.
 
 
I waited three days. I brought him his meals and fed them to him whilst he trembled at the toy. Each day, each meal in fact, he became progressively worse and more uncomfortable, more desperate. By the last meal he was whining and practically begging for me then. But I bit my lip and refused - the longer we waited the better the outcome.
 
Now was the day I made him mine by his own accord.
 
I entered the room and locked the door behind me, strolling through the darkness up to the trembling figures in the shadows. He was whimpering uncontrollably and when his eyes met mine he gasped and struggled against his restraints.
 
“Dan! Oh Dan, please! I can’t take it anymore! I need… Something. Anything! Oh god please!” Sweat was glistening on his bare chest and basically covered his entire body, and the desperation was so clear in his eyes you could swim in it. I grinned - exactly as I wanted him.
 
“Are you sure? You don’t seem to want it enough. Beg for it.”
 
He threw his head around like an animal. “I want it! I want it so bad! God, I need it!”
 
I worked at my belt buckle. “What do you need?”
 
His hands formed fists around the chain. “You! I need you. Need you to please me again…” He groaned in frustration. He looked so completely desperate that I was convinced he might start crying with need if I denied him. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time this week.
 
My trousers fell down and I stepped out of them, leaning down and running my hands over his chest as he pressed himself against them, needing whatever contact he could get. “Say it then. Say you’re mine. You belong to me and you’ll let me do whatever I please with you. Admit it, and only then I will give you what you want.”
 
Phil hesitated for a moment, but once I ran my hands down his hipbones teasingly, hoping to pull it out of him, the words fell out of his mouth like dribble. “I’m yours! I’m all yours and you can fuck me and toy with me and do everything you want with me because I am yours. Now please, Dan!”
 
I chuckled lightly to myself, happy to have finally won, and eased the plug from him. Yanking the chain Phil fell to his knees and I flipped him over, running my hands over his entire front as he ached his back into it and gasped at the contact. I glanced down and he was already rock hard; he really was desperate for me. I spread his legs and crawled over them, grabbing his length and stroking once making his whole body jerk and he moaned loudly.
 
Without warning I sank down onto him and didn’t wait a second to build up a strong rhythm. We both groaned in need and pleasure and I dug my nails into Phil’s skin. I let my hands slip over his chest a couple more times just because I loved how shuddering reaction affected me, them pressed my thumbs into his nipples and massaged the erect nubs.
 
“After me. You’re mine so you come after me.”
 
He whined but nodded anyway, trying to push himself up into me to gain more pleasure, and since I knew so well where it was I expertly dropped down so he’d hit my prostate again and again watching him groan and tremble beneath me. It was breath-taking - after years of standing in shadows and wishing I could touch him just once, here I was with him beneath me, begging me for more. Finally he was mine. My little secret. He was mine to play with and he actually wanted me to.
 
I came with a loud groan and released over his stomach,  clenching around him tightly and watching his body tense and shake and his face contort as I brought him his long-awaited climax. And judging by his reaction, I’d say it was worth it. Once he was simply panting, I picked him up and pulled the chain back into place, yanking Phil to his earlier position. A confused and breathless noise left his mouth but he didn’t open his eyes.
 
“You’re mine, remember?” His face flushed. “Aaaaaaall mine…” My twisted laugh filled the room; I couldn’t wait to try all the other equipment I bought on him. Phil whimpered in fear but I pressed a finger to his lips and breathed “Shh… You’ll love it.”

Dan’s Little Secret (Exposed)