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HI!!!!

dude sajda karaan>>>

ik this is random but there's only so many desi blogs on tumblr and you seem like a really cool person idk

BRO WHAT OTHER BOLLYWOOD SONGS DO YOU LIKE BECAUSE YK THE 2000S SONGS LIKE DESI GIRL, BREAK UP SONG, MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE DESI BOYZ ALL HIT SO HARD

(this is my somewhat subtle way of asking if you wanna be moots?)

OH DAMN WE ARE GOING THERE!?! Ok lets get in it

Starting of from old bollywood

Maine poocha chand se

Bahon mai chale aao

Chura liya hai

Aaj mausam

Lag ja gale

Pehla nasha

These are my favorite 90's songs 😭

Then 2000's

Piyu bole

Tu hi re

My dil goes hmm

👏🏻RHTDM👏🏻 THE WHOLE ALBUM IS MY SOUL EVEN THE RAIN SCENE FLUTE TUNES 😭😭😩😩😩💗💗💗💗

Suno na suno na

Main yahi hoon

Hosh walon ko khabar kya 😩🤌🏻

Kabhi khushi kabhi gam, the whole album 🤭💗

Falak tak

Lazy lamhe, ab to forever, hey shona, ladki kyu, chhalka, saathiyaan, chupke se 😭🤭💗

----NOW THE GOLDEN ERA OF BOLLYWOOD---

Starting with kk's songs : Tu hi meri shab hai, soniye, abhi abhi, beetain lamhe, dil ibaadat, kya mujhe pyaar hai, labon ko, tujhe sochta hoon, zara sa, haan tu hai, oh meri jaan, mat aazma , humko pyaar hua and more ☝🤓

Then Mohit chauhan : the whole ROCKSTAR album like hello?!?! Tujhe bhula diya , masakali, kuch khaas hai, khoya khoya, rabba, IS THIS LOVE, DOORIYAAN, bheegi si bhaagi si, abhi kuch dino se, TUMSE HI, tune jo na kaha and my ultimate fav PEE LOON

My fav artist kk, mohit chauhan, javed ali, sonu nigam, shreya ghoshal, monali thankur, nikita gandhi, sunidhi chauhan , MITRAZ, Vilen, darshan raval, arijit singh, jubin nautyal, asees kaur, shaan, neeti mohan, armaan malik, pritam, vishal shakher, ar rehman, ayushmaan khurana and so many more

Then all emraan haashmi songs 😭 pee loon, tuhi mera, hosaana, tum mile(the whole album 🔥) saibo, I hate love stories (whole album), ek break ke baad, uff teri aadat, hey yeah, tum tak, ranjhaana, rishte naate, paani da rang , soniyo(raaz), AASHIQI 2 WHOLE ALBUM 😩, tera hone laga tu, aajao tamanna, ek din teri raahon mai, hum tum, tere liye(prince), o bekhabar,, sawar loon, JAB TAK HAI JAAN 👺, allah maaf kare, rabba mai to marr gaya oye, mera mann, mann mera, baatein kuch ankahi si, tera chehra(adnan sami), MAULA MERE MAULA, deewana kar raha hai, oh my love, khyaalon mai, guzarish, tose naina, raabta, chori kya re, dagabaaz re, sanam re, gazab ka hai ye din, moh moh ke dhaage, ishq risk, ANJANA ANJAANI(THE WHOLE ALBUM ⚰️, ye tune kya kiya, halka halka, tere naina, ishq bulawa, THE BEST IKTARA, KYA KAROON, WAKE UP SID.

I have a whole sensual playlist romantic, sad, dance, I'M CRAZY ABOUT IT 😩😩😩😩

Even pops like "blam the nights, oh gujariyan, subha hone na de, lat lag gai, lucky boy(bachna ae haseeno is also a DOPE ALBUM🔥😩) , ladies vs ricky bahl, baand baja barat's ayyvien ayyvein, dum dum, aadha ishq, aa zara and so many 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And OF COURSE WE ARE FRIENDS NOW (moot is so weird for a hindi speaker me yk🤓)

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Ekla Chalo Re - Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes

Ekla Chalo Re - Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes

                                 SCALE OF THE FLUTE IS C# BASS/MIDDLE Jodi tor dak sune keu na ashe tobe n..n..n..n.S..S..R..R..P...m...G...R..S.. Aekla chalo re R...G..G..R...S... Jodi tor dak sune keu na ashe tobe n..n..n..n.S..S..R..R..P...m...G...R..S.. Aekla chalo re R...G..G..R...S... Aekla chalo aekla chalo m...P..P..P...m...P..N(K)..D... Aekla chalo aekla chalo re P...m..G..R...R...G..G..R...S.. Jodi tor dak sune keu na ashe tobe n..n..n..n.S..S..R..R..P...m...G...R..S.. Aekla chalo re R...G..G..R...S... Jodi tor dak sune keu na ashe tobe n..n..n..n.S..S..R..R..P...m...G...R..S.. Aekla chalo re R...G..G..R...S... Also Read This :- - Agar Tu Hota (Baaghi) – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Rubaru (Khuda Haafiz 2) – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Chala Jata Hoon – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Rishte Naate – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Naa Tere Bin – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes Where DO -  SA       -    S   RE  -  RE      -    R MI  -  GA      -    G FA  -   MA      -  M SO  -   PA         - P LA  -  DHA      - D TI    -  NI          - N LOW OCTAVE PA -  p DHA -  d NI -  n SHUDH MA - m        TIWAR MA - M HIGH OCTAVE SA -    S' RE -     R' GA -     G' MA -     M'   m' PA -       P' KOMAL SWAR DHA -  D(k) NI -       N(k) RE -       R(k) GA -      G(k) Read the full article

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Saare Rishte Naate Tod Ke Aa Gayi | Jaani Dushman | #GoldminesGaaneSuneAnsune #SunilDutt #ReenaRoy

Song:- Saare Rishte Naate Tod Ke Aa Gayi Singer(s):- Lata Mangeshkar Movie:- Jaani Dushman (1979) Music Director:- Laxmikant-Pyarelal Lyricist:- Verma Malik #GoldminesGaaneSuneAnsune #70sHitSongs #SunilDutt #ReenaRoy #LataMangeshkar #JaaniDushman #OldSongs _______________________________________ Enjoy and stay connected with us!! Log on to Youtube and tune in to Goldmines Gaane Sune Ansune to…

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Saare Rishte Naate Tod Ke Aa Gayi | Jaani Dushman | #GoldminesGaaneSuneAnsune #SunilDutt #ReenaRoy

Song:- Saare Rishte Naate Tod Ke Aa Gayi Singer(s):- Lata Mangeshkar Movie:- Jaani Dushman (1979) Music Director:- Laxmikant-Pyarelal Lyricist:- Verma Malik #GoldminesGaaneSuneAnsune #70sHitSongs #SunilDutt #ReenaRoy #LataMangeshkar #JaaniDushman #OldSongs _______________________________________ Enjoy and stay connected with us!! Log on to Youtube and tune in to Goldmines Gaane Sune Ansune to…

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Akademikong Tulong Ng Pamamahayag Sa Mga Mag-aaral Sa Kasalukuyan.

Magandang buhay!… Hellow world!…Hellow pilipinas!… Hi! Ako nga po pala si Shiela Mae L. Labay at kasama ko po ang aking pinaka magandang partner na si Ashley Nicole S. Bagares. Kami po ay nasa ikalawang taon sa kolehiyo sa paaralan ng Don Carlos Polytechnic. Mga kaibigan at kapwa namin mag-aaral naitanong nyo na po bah kung ano ang mga naitulong saatin ng akademikong pamamahayag sa mga mag aaral sa kasalukuyan? Kung naitanong nyo na tapusin nyung basahin ang aming blog kung saan magbabahagi kami ng ibat-ibang klase ng pamamayag kung saan ay mapagkukunan po natin ng leksyon.

Bago Ang lahat nais naming ipakilala sainyo si Tomas Pinpin siya ay isang Pilipinong manlilimbag noong panahon ng Kastila at itinuturing na "Unang Pilipinong Manlilimbag." Kilala siya sa kanyang aklat na "Librong Pag-aaralan nang mga Tagalog nang Wikang Kastila" noong 1610, na naglalayong tulungan ang mga Pilipino na matutunan ang wikang Kastila. Bilang Isang studyante siya ay nag bibigay inspirasyon sa mga kabataan at nakakatulong siya upang masimulan Ang unang paglilimbag sa pilipinas, maraming tao Ang kanyang natutulungan dahil laman sa kanyang mga talento na kanyang binahagi maraming kabataan o tulad namin na mag aaral Ang kanyang binigyan nang inspiration na ipagpatuloy Ang kanyang sinimulan.

Alam ninyo ba na saating kapanahonan ngayon kung saan marami na ang mga naimbintong iba't ibang makabagong teknolohiya, napakarami na rin ng pamamaraan kung paano ipalaganap ang mga inpormasyon na naating nasasagap at ating nababalita sa pamamagitan lamang nang Internet at Social Media. Ang dalawang ito ay napakahalaga sa mga estudyante ng kasalukuyang panahon. Hindi lamang sa mga studyante pati narin sa ibang mga tao.

Napakalaki rin ng naitutulong ng Social Media sa mga mag-aaral. Sa pamamagitan nito, nagkakaroon tayo ng komunikasyon sa pagitan ng ating kapwa mag-aaral pati na rin ng mga guro. Nagkakaroon tayo ng palitan ng mga ideya o impormasyon na maaaring maiparating sa pamamagitan ng mga larawan at mga bidyo. Ilan sa mga halimbawa ay ang pagbahagi ng mga posts sa Facebook, pag-tweet sa Twitter, pag- post ng mga larawan sa Instagram at pagbahagi ng mga bidyo sa Youtube. Ilan lamang yan sa napakaraming paraan upang makipagtalastasan sa pamamagitan ng Social Media. Ito ay nagsisilbing tulay sa mga tao upang makapagbahagi sila ng kanilang kaalaman sa isa't isa.

Sila nga pala ang isa sa mga sikat na naglilimbag at nagbibigay serbisyo ng impormasyon sa bawat tao na nasa ating paligid. Sa pamamagitan ng kanilang pagbabalita, marami tayong nalalaman na mga impormasyon at mga problema na kailangan nating malaman at mabigyan ng pansin. Kagaya na lamang ng mga nangyayari sa ating lipunan, tulad ng mga krimen na naganap, mga kurap sa gobyerno, at iba pang isyu sa ating lipunan. Dahil sa kanila, tayo ay may natutunan at nabibigyan ng babala ang ating sarili sa mga bagay-bagay na dapat at hindi dapat gawin. Sa pamamagitan ng mga impormasyong kanilang inilalahad, maraming estudyante ang mabibigyan ng aral patungkol sa mga nangyayari sa ating mundo.

Alam ninyo ba na kung merong magandang naidudulot ang social media sa isang tao, meron din itong masamang naidudulot? Halimbawa nito ang pagiging adik sa internet, kung saan halos dito binubuhos ang mga oras na dapat nilalaan sa mga importanteng bagay kagaya ng pag-aaral at pati na sa pamilya. Masamang epekto ito sa isang tao, lalo na sa mga estudyante, kung palagi kang nakababad sa internet. Halos karamihan sa mga kabataan ngayon ay nakakalimutan na kumain at makihalubilo sa iba't ibang tao, lalo na sa kanilang pamilya, dahil lamang sa internet adiksyon. Masama ang paggamit ng social media sa maling paraan, lalo na kung palagi kang nakababad dito.

Para sa aming pagtatapos, nais naming ipabatid sa inyo ang kahalagahan ng pamamahayag sa bawat tao, lalo na sa mga kabataan ngayon. Kami ay mag-iiwan ng mga salita na makakatulong sa inyo at sa ating lahat, gamitin ang social media sa tamang paraan. Pakinggan ang mga balita at mga impormasyong napakahalaga at huwag gamitin ito sa maling paraan.Huwag nating ipagpalit ang ating oras sa ating pamilya dahil lang sa social media. Palaging tandaan na ang paggamit ng social media ay mayroong mabuti at masamang naidudulot sa tao. Hindi lahat ng impormasyon na nakikita sa TV, radyo, at lalo na sa social media, ay totoo. Kaya ugaliing piliin ang tamang impormasyon para sa kabutihan.Gumamit lang tayo ng social media sa paglaganap ng impormasyon tungkol sa kung ano na ang nangyayari sa ating kapaligiran upang tayo ay makapaghanda. Sana ay may natutunan kayo sa aming pamamahayag, at maraming salamat.

Ibinihagi nila:

Ashley Nicole Bagares

Shiela Mae Labay

BEED-2D

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Tajdar-e-haram kismat me meri chain se jina likh de #quwali type #naat b...

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Hello नाजरीन ! अल कबीर इस्लामिक चैनल में खुशामदीद। दोस्तों आज हम आपको इस वीडियो के जरिए .

'इबादत के बारे में आपको बतायेंगे

दोस्तों! इबादत एक उमुमी अस्तला है जो इन तमाम ज़ाहिरी और बातिनी अल्फाज और अफाल के लिए इस्तेमाल होती है। जिन्को अल्लाह ताला पसंद करता है और जिन से वो राज़ी होता है। जैसे लोगो को नेकी की तरफ बुलाना और बुराई से रोकना, बाखबर द्वारा बताए अनुसार अल्लाह की हकीकी बंदगी, दुआ व इबादत करना। कहा जाता है, जिंदगी का हर अमल जो हम करते हैं वो अल्लाह सुभानताला के हम के मुताबिक़ हो तो वह इबादत का ही एक हिस्सा है। यानी इबादत सिर्फ़ नमाज़, रोजे, हज वगेरह का ही नाम नही है बल्के चलना फिरना, उठना बैठना, सोना जागना, खाना पीना, मिलना जुलना , बाते करना, ख़रीदोफुरखत, या दूसरे लफ्ज़ो में अल्गर्ज जिंदगी का कोई भी काम अगर अल्लाह के हुक़्म के मुताबिक किया जाए तो वो इबादत ही है। क्यूंकी इसी को अल्लाह पसंद करता है और राज़ी होता है। कहा जाता है की इंसानी जिंदगी का मक़सद हकीकी मायनो में अल्लाह की सच्ची इबादत करना तथा निज़ाद हासिल करना यानी मोक्ष प्राप्त करना ही है। इसके अलावा हर बुरी बात से दूर परहेज करना जैसे झूठ बोलना, गोष खाना, रिश्वत लेना, बदकारी करना, नशा करना, सूद लेना, दहेज लेना आदि भी छोड़ देना भी इबादत और सवाब का ही एक हिस्सा कहा गया है। महज मुस्लिम मुल्क में पैदाइश, इस्लामी नाम और ज़बान से कलमा पढ़ लेना कामयाबी और जन्नत की जमानत नही होती। इसीलिए अल कबीर इस्लामिक चैनल की आज की इस खुसुसी प��शकश के जरिये हम आपको सर्वोच्च इलम वाले अज़ीम शख्श उर्फ "बाखबर संत" के बारे में बताएंगे और साथ ही ये भी जानेंगे कि अल्लाह की सच्ची इबादत क्या होती है ?....................

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What is Super Gonorrhea and How do I Test for it?

Super Gonorrhea is a dangerous and difficult-to-treat strain of the sexually transmitted infection (STI) gonorrhea. This particular strain can be resistant to some antibiotics commonly used to treat gonorrhea, making it more serious and harder to cure. It is important for people who are sexually active to get tested regularly for STIs and to use barrier methods like condoms in order to protect themselves and their partners.

Testing for Super Gonorrhea is the same as testing for regular gonorrhea, with a few extra steps. Most often, it will involve taking a swab sample from the urethra or cervix of the infected person, then sending that sample to a laboratory for testing. The lab will then test the sample for gonorrhea and look for any signs of antibiotic resistance. If Super Gonorrhea is found, it can be treated using different antibiotics than what is typically used to treat regular gonorrhea.

What is Super Gonorrhea?

It is important to note that, even after treatment, people are still able to transmit the infection to others. Therefore, it is essential for those who have been diagnosed with Super Gonorrhea to abstain from sexual activity until they and their partner(s) have completed treatment.

Symptoms of Super Gonorrhea can include pain or burning during urination, abnormal discharge from the penis or vagina, and pain in the lower abdomen. If left untreated, Super Gonorrhea can cause serious health complications such as pelvic inflammatory disease (PID), which can lead to infertility, and even sepsis. Therefore, it is important for people who are sexually active to get tested regularly for STIs.

 How do I know if I have Super Gonorrhea?

Overall, how common is Super Gonorrhea? While it has been increasingly reported in some parts of the world, overall rates remain low; however, they are still a cause for concern and require vigilance and prevention strategies to help keep them from becoming more widespread. Therefore, it is important for people who are sexually active to practice safe sex, get tested regularly for STIs, and seek treatment immediately if any symptoms arise.  This is the best way to ensure that Super Gonorrhea does not spread further.

 How do I test for Super Gonorrhea?

The only way to get tested for gonorrhea is to visit your healthcare provider and get a swab test of the genitals, rectum or throat. This is called a nucleic acid amplification test (NAAT). Your healthcare provider may also take a urine sample.

If you have symptoms of Super Gonorrhea, it is important to get tested right away. Having Super Gonorrhea increases the risk of serious complications such as infertility, pelvic inflammatory disease (PID), and increased difficulty in treating other sexually transmitted infections. Early diagnosis and treatment can help prevent these issues from arising.

Your healthcare provider will discuss your sexual history with you and may recommend that you get tested for other sexually transmitted infections too.

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Suno Na Sangemarmar - Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes

Suno Na Sangemarmar (Youngistaan) - Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes

                                 SCALE OF THE FLUTE IS D# BASS/MIDDLE Suno na sangemarmar D..D..N..S'..R'..S'..N..N...S'.N.D.. Ki yeh minaare D..P..P..m..G..D... Kuch bhi nahi hai D..D..N..R'..S'..N..N...S'.N.D.. Aage tumhaare D..P..P..m..G..D...N.D.P.. Aaj se dil pe mere P..P..m..G..R..P...P.D.N.D.P.. Raaj tumhaara... S'..D..P..m..P..G...D.D(K).D.D(K).D.D(K).. Raaj tumhaara... D(K)..D.N..D..G..R..R..S..G... Suno na sangemarmar D..D..N..S'..R'..S'..N..N...S'.N.D.. Ki yeh minaare D..P..P..m..G..D... Kuch bhi nahi hai D..D..N..R'..S'..N..N...S'.N.D.. Aage tumhaare D..P..P..m..G..D...N.D.P.. Aaj se dil pe mere P..P..m..G..R..P...P.D.N.D.P.. Raaj tumhaara... S'..D..P..m..P..G...D.D(K).D.D(K).D.D(K).. Raaj tumhaara... D(K)..D.N..D..G..R..R..S..G... Suno na sangemarmar D..D..N..S'..R'..S'..N..N...S'.N.D.. Ki yeh minaare D..P..P..m..G..D... Also Read This :- - Agar Tu Hota (Baaghi) – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Rubaru (Khuda Haafiz 2) – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Chala Jata Hoon – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Rishte Naate – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes - Naa Tere Bin – Sargam, Harmonium And Flute Notes Where DO -  SA       -    S   RE  -  RE      -    R MI  -  GA      -    G FA  -   MA      -  M SO  -   PA         - P LA  -  DHA      - D TI    -  NI          - N LOW OCTAVE PA -  p DHA -  d NI -  n SHUDH MA - m        TIWAR MA - M HIGH OCTAVE SA -    S' RE -     R' GA -     G' MA -     M'   m' PA -       P' KOMAL SWAR DHA -  D(k) NI -       N(k) RE -       R(k) GA -      G(k) Read the full article

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study buddy, part v

series summary: after crushing on you since freshman orientation, Natasha finally gets the guts to ask you help you pass her postmodern lit midterm, to which you agree.

chapter summary: one restaurant date, two confessions, and three grades that will make or break natasha’s degree

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

words: 4,881

trigger warnings: overstimulation, use of a safe word, teeth rotting fluff, strap on sex, ball gags, explicit conversations about whorephobia, orgasm control, angst if you squint

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The warmth of the sun filtered through blinds is what woke you, wrapped tight in Natasha’s arms. The sex-stained blankets were as messy as can be, some of them hugged your intertwined bodies like a tightly wrapped burrito while others were nearly falling off the bed.

It was messy, beautifully and wonderfully so. If you felt the need to move (which, of course you didn’t because who in their right mind would try to disentangle themselves from such a lovely human person) you doubt you could’ve; Natasha held you with arms too strong and heart beat too soft. You wouldn’t dare disturb her if the house was on fire; then again, if the world was burning down around you – you’d rather die in her arms than reach for uncertain safety. It’s there that you fell back into sleep, tucked under her chin and running your fingers through her hair.

Eventually the growling of your stomachs woke the both of you up, each respective organ desperate for nourishment – and the two hard-boiled eggs, sour gummy worms, gluten-free bread, and half a container of mustard wasn’t gonna cut it. The waning sun was an ominous sign of how long you’d truly gone without food, and you soon didn’t feel all that bad about poking your poor g-

Poking poor Natasha awake.

You didn’t feel all that bad poking Natasha awake as your insides beg for sustenance and your head feels light and holy shit, if you didn’t eat right then you were going to start taking bites out of her – and, for the first time, not in a fun and/or sexy way.

“Hey,” you pressed your forefinger to her nose. “Nat.” You poked the end of each eyebrow, then at various locations of her forehead. “Natasha!” Still, she remained asleep, and buried herself further into the blankets as some unconscious act of survival. “Nat.” You poked her right cheek. “Naat.” You poked her left cheek. “Naaat.” You poked each cheek with each hand at its softest part, pushing until you felt her teeth.  “Nat wake uuup.”

She just grunted and pushed you away before she nuzzled back into the covers. “Go away. I want to die here. Let me become a body without organs.”

She paused.

“Or is it organs without bodies?”

You sighed but make no move to displace her. “One, Natasha, we have the midterm coming out soon. If you do not know the original work done by two far left authors from the sarcastic critique by another far left author, I’m breaking up with you. Two, that’s not what that means and you making a vague reference to some postmodern concept does not mean I am going to stop being annoying. Three, would you like to come get dinner with me?”

Natasha shot up, flame-red hair messy and shirt disheveled – it made her look like the top of of a thicket of trees during a forest fire. Along the side of her face, you could see indentations from where her skin was pressed to the pillowcase. “Food?”

You nodded, pushing the strands from her eyes. “Yes, darling, food.”

She wiped at her face and pushed the covers from her legs, eyes half-closed. “Food.”

You picked some of the crust from the corner of her eyes. She blinked indignantly at you but made no move to stop you. “Do you care where we go?”

Natasha shook her head left-to-right silently, then moved to wipe her face once more.

“Okay. There is a very good Chinese place that I want to show you. Is that okay with you?”

Natasha nodded and made a mmhmm noise.

“Cool.”

You kissed the tip of her nose before you got up and scrounged together a passable outfit that would cover the bruises that still littered your body and shield you from the cold. After a few moments, Natasha opened her eyes wide enough to see a few feet in front of her and did the same.

There was s a wonderful silence that filled the air, the comfortable kind. Like the day of that quiz, it’s a wonderful kind of cozy – soothing and sweet.

You could get used to this…

It was a short walk to the restaurant, one you were all-too familiar with due to your many, many nights there. It was the first place you ate at on campus (that wasn’t one of the mind-numbingly mediocre cafeterias) the day you moved in and it had become some pseudo-home, the place always warm and waitstaff always nice (and always willing to let you eat as much as you pay for and abuse their free WiFi).

The menu hadn’t changed much (by “much,” you mean they’ve fixed two of the five typos) since you first started going there, so you should have already known what you want. Still, you opened the folded, laminated paper and read each item with genuine interest, just as Natasha did.

You looked up at her once and awhile just to see her again. Every time you tried to keep her out of your line or sight for more than a few seconds you’d almost burst at the seams, like a sunburst than could only be quelled by looking at her.

“What year are you?” Natasha asked, which broke your unbelievably tender train of thought.

Your brain, which was still very fried, did not compute. “What?”

She reached over to point to the Chinese zodiac calendar on your menu with one of many of her fingers that was inside you last night. “What year are you?”

You mumbled something and shrugged, fake-intense-reading as your neurons attempted to rebuild your capacity for speech. Luckily, Natasha seemed determined to continue the conversation.

“I’m the year of the dog,” she said, nonchalant, as if you were not losing your goddamn mind on the other side of the table. Your brain was fried, your mouth was gaping like a fish out of water, and were your hands shaking? What the fuck were you supposed to say? How should you respond?

Think, you fool! Think!

“There’s a feminist critical theorist who fucks her dog,” you blurted.

Natasha just smiled – god her smile was so big and wide and beautiful - and laughed. “Part of me thinks you’re lying, but part of me worries you’re telling the truth.”

You laughed then, too, smiling big as she did. It set the tone for the rest of the night, mood light and happy as the tired, probably-high waitress took your order and then brought you the food a suspiciously-short amount of time later. It was good, very good.

“And my mom turns to me and she goes,” you wrinkled your noise in an effort to properly invoke your mother’s nasally tone. “This family does not get Fs or Ds or Cs. You better fix this or else.”

Natasha almost choked on her soft drink at your impression. “You were supposed to make an omelet for a foods and nutrition class, what did she want you to do!?”

You took another bite of orange chicken before you rolled your eyes and shrugged. “I have no idea what that woman wants from me now, let alone when I was fuckin’ fourteen.”

You were both laughing as you took food from each other’s plates and swapped small stories. Natasha told you about her own coding mishaps (apparently it was easy to hack into news websites and create fake stories involving certain celebrities and a certain large bird and many, if not too many, phallic objects), you told her about the time you stress-cried in the bathroom so much the janitor kept tissues in a secret compartment for you.

One hand from each of you remained occupied as you held hands on the side of the table farthest from the prying eyes of fellow college students (as if any of them were sober enough to notice, though. Along with being great to you, the restaurant’s very greasy menu meant it was a good spot to quench munchies or quell the pain of an especially bad hangover).

A phone – your phone, you realized – vibrated obnoxiously on the other side of the table. Previously forgotten, you broke from the moment to reengage with the (seemingly) hundreds of people who were attempting reach you via text. At first you thought it’s an email from a client – but then you realized it was a text from a classmate. Specifically, the girl who sat front and center in the lecture hall you and Natasha shared.

“Who’s that?” Natasha asked.

You furrowed your brows as you texted, swallowing the last bit of food. “Oh, Lindsay from our class. She wants to know what I got on the quiz.”

Natasha then realized she never bothered to figure out her grade, and it brought all her anxiety about graduating on time and also making sure you’d never leave her and oh my god what if she failed this fucking quiz?

A few moments of soul-crushing silence passed before you put your phone back down. Natasha watched you like a cat stalking a fake mouse on a string, or a drunk mom at a Christmas party eyeing a dessert table; the drive was genuine, but the goal? Ridiculous. Absolutely, totally ridiculous.

You didn’t press her like she expected, though, didn’t even stare at her with that evil eye Natasha’s sure you got from your mother on more than one occasion. You just went back to eating your food, and put your phone back out of reach.

You noticed her staring at you when you went to borrow (steal) another piece of food from her plate.

“What?”

Natasha furrowed her brow. “Don’t you…Don’t you want to know what I got on the quiz?”

You shook your head as you stole another few bites worth of food. “Not unless you want to tell me.” You shrugged as you swallowed. “I’m not gonna, like, push you if you don’t want to tell me. I’m not my mother.”

Natasha smiled at that and left the conversation there. She was unnaturally quiet for the new few minutes as she listened intently while you told more stories and commented on the food and thought out loud about school and the rest of your life and should you go shopping soon?

Throughout all of it, Natasha remained incommunicative – to the point you started to worry.

“Are you okay?” you asked and reached across the table to put your hand over hers. She smiled, softly, before she replied.

“I really care about you, you know,” she said, low and almost inaudible. You said nothing in return. “And I’m very bad at this. I’m so bad at this. I spent a lot of my childhood in rooms with therapists who said less than I did. I’m not good at,” she waved her hands as she tried to find the right words. “I’m not great at emotions. And expressing them and telling people about them and all that shit. Okay?”

You swallowed the last tastes of duck sauce that coated your back teeth. Despite the sweet substance being a liquid, it felt like a waterfall of boulders cascading inside your throat. “Nat, I-“

“This isn’t me saying I love you, but I want…” Natasha was on the verge of crying, just as you were. She averted your gaze as she continues, staring at the booth cushion directly behind you. “I want to commit to you in some way. I like you, I like the person I am when I’m around you. And I don’t want to lose you because I was too much of a pussy to make a move.”

You said nothing, did nothing. Despite her not looking at you, you stared at her very serious facial expression and watched every muscle twitch for some signs of lying. You saw none.

“I…,” Natasha met your eyes as you spoke. Your mouth was so dry you nearly coughed – but the idea of making any sound terrified you. “I…I need some air.”

You didn’t wait for a reply as you pushed yourself out of the booth and ran out the front entrance.

Natasha didn’t wait for the door to close behind you before she chased after you. She left both of your phones and wallet at the booth, not wanting you to get out of eyeshot but also terrified of the waitstaff thinking the both of you were dine-and-dashers (and terrible ones, at that).

She followed you outside, ache in her heart an excellent distraction from the nighttime chill that dug tiny knives into her pale skin. Still, as her breath was visible in a faint fog in front her, no pain was as unimaginable as the one as losing you.

“Babe, plea-“  began, voice small and nonthreatening as possible.

You interrupted her and avoided looking into her eyes and picked at a loose thread in the sweater you were wearing – Natasha’s sweater you were wearing.

You worried it was the last time you’d ever see her again, and yet you refused to look at her. You refuse dto look at her large eyes and the bags under them, at her nimble hands – thin and agile from years of typing; at her plush lips or beautiful hair or-

Wasn’t that the cruelest irony of all? Of the cognitive dissonant fear of missing something while desperately avoiding looking at it. Still, you chose to jump off the proverbial cliff with your eyes clenched shut and nails digging into the pads of your soft palms and blood rushing in your ears louder than anything you’d ever heard in your life.

“I’m a sex worker.”

Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed and she breathed heavily, like when your mom got mad at you for bringing home that C your freshman year. “There’s-“

“I’m a sex worker. I make my own porn. I sell my nudes. It’s my main,” you sighed. “It’s my only source of income. It’s how I make money. It is how I will continue to make money. It’s how I stay mostly-independent from my very judgmental mother. It’s how I plan on staying mostly-independent from my very judgmental mother and my very judgmental family and the very judgmental world. And if you think that’s morally wrong of whatever, or that I’m some sort of sub-human, or that I’m evil, or that I should stop…”

For the first time that night, you looked her straight in the eyes. No smiling, no laughing, no wishing to see her beautiful face. Power. Authority. Truth. You tried to channel the red you saw on all those feminist theory books you’d had to read for the class that brought you and Natasha together.

“If you don’t believe in the validity of my labor I cannot and will not date you,” you were snarling as you stomped toward her until your toes nearly touched. “I’m not going to let someone who can’t love what I do love me.”

As you stood there, teeth bared and hands balled into fists, stories of rage flashed like lightning in your brain. Narratives of horror from your media studies class, of actresses whose only chance to scream was in front of a camera. If you had sharper nails, sharper teeth, glowing eyes that would be some award-winning monologue where people clap and call it “mind-blowing” and give it “five out of five stars.” You’d be a prime example of how satisfying rage can be as a subversive practice.

But no. You were no antihero(ine), no supernatural being caught on tape. You were not on the silver screen, you were not being streamed on some overpriced platform, you were not the subject of dissertations on media studies or really good articles on feminism or whatever else academics were doing with their time in tenure. You had filed-down nails and wide eyes and soft skin and an uneasy stomach and shaking hands and breath that faintly showed in the air when you exhaled. You had tears that threatened to fall. You had fear.

Natasha’s eyes flitted nervously, her lip between her teeth. For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Natasha was the one to speak first. Her voice sounded as terrified as you felt – with words that were spat through a set jaw and teeth bared.

“Who hurt you?”

You took a half-step back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? Natasha, what the fuck are y-“

“Who hurt you?” she whispered, words like knives and eyes just as dangerous. You stepped back, almost scared of her and what she could do to you.

You were pressed against the side of the building then – you could feel the brick and mortar itching at the skin of your back through your top. “Natasha what the hell are you talking about? I don’t kn-“

“Yes,” she stepped back, but grasped at your left hand as she did so. She was a ship tethering to a dock, floating out on the water but always willing to come back to port. “Yes, you do. You know exactly who, what, I’m talking about. What they did. Just tell me who they are, and I’ll ruin their lives.”

You looked for the joke, the punchline. You looked for a glint in her eye that said she was fucking with you and was waiting for you to laugh it off. When you were in seventh grade you got asked out as a joke and the football player made the exact same facial expression you now hunt for.

But you found nothing, no teasing or set up in a larger scheme to mock you. She was serious as you’d ever seen anyone be. “What in the fuck-“

“Tell me who they are. Tell me the name of every person who ever made you feel like shit and I’ll ruin their lives. I’ll steal their identity. I’ll make it so they can never get a job, or a car, or a house again. I’ll do it in a heartbeat,” Natasha let go of your hand and held your face in her food-warm palms. “I will destroy the very existence of every person who ever made you feel like this, because you deserve someone who will protect you from all that bullshit. And I want to be that person.”

The silence was painful, almost. But also comforting. Still, you broke it so speak. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Natasha smiled, and pecked your lips. “Good. Now come finish my food with me, it’s getting cold and our waitress is definitely judging us.”

You broke into a fit of laughter, nearly wheezing as she guided you back inside. The food was good, even though it had cooled considerably while you were both outside – greasy and thick with flavor and hot in your mouth along with your soul and Natasha held your hand on the table and fed you with her fork and you stole bits of her food while she was distracted. At one point, Lizzo played on the restaurant soundtrack and Natasha sung low with you, and you ordered more food to take home and it was hot, too hot in your hands as you carried the large brown paper bag soaked with grease to her apartment. Maybe you were going eat the food in the morning, maybe you were going eat it later tonight. It, truly, did not really matter.

There wasn’t much time between when you put the leftovers in the fridge and when Natasha pushed you onto your knees in her (and your) (it was now shared) bedroom. There also wasn’t much time between when your knees hit the ground and when Natasha grabbed the ball gag from its place in her toy drawer.

“I’m so happy you’re mine,” Natasha cooed as she adjusted the matte black straps. She kissed at your temples when it was secured, murmuring sweet words into the top of your hairline. If there was anyone else watching you, if there were some voyeur witnessing this profession of ownership, you doubt they could hear her. The entire world could be gazing at the two of you under a microscope and they would know nothing. Wasn’t it something wonderful, to share such, dare you say it, love that cannot, will not be observed by a single being outside your pairing? “Such a pretty little thing, a beautiful little toy for me.”

You didn’t dare move, worried even a flinch would disappoint her. Even as spit began to fall down your chin and between your breasts, as it pools in the gap between your legs, you successfully resist the urge to wipe it away. Natasha walks to the end of the bed, perching herself on the covers. The silence isn’t thick or uncomfortable, rather something closer to electric, something you can feel on the insides of your nose as you sniffled.  

Slowly, she raised her right hand and crooked her first finger. You understood immediately and you got on your hands and knees to crawl across the room to her. When you reached the end of the bed you waited, obediently, for her.

Like at the restaurant – you were nearly bursting out of your skin with excitement as you awaited instruction.  

“You’re so pretty, baby,” she cooed. “Now come up on the bed and let me wreck that pussy.”

You do as you’re told without hesitation, scrambling to get on the bed and onto your back. Natasha grabbed a bottle of lube out of seemingly nowhere and poured it over the same strap from the first time she fucked you.

You moaned deeply and reached for something, anything; you whined high in your throat as she pounded into you, the bed smacking against the stained wall with each thrust.

“You’re too pretty for your own good, you know,” her voice was breathless as she spoke. “Normally I would try to keep my toys intact, try to keep them in good condition, but I just can’t seem to help myself around you.”

With each word your back arched farther, your fingers tightened around the sheets.

“F-fuck,” you moaned around the thick plastic sphere in your mouth as you tried to push your back closer to Natasha’s chest.

She grabbed your hair and bit at the curve of your ear before she spoke in a low voice that sent another wave a slick down your inner thighs. “What do you belong to?” she hisses. “Who does this pussy,” she slapped your cunt and you cried out at the stinging pain. “belong to?”

You didn’t hesitate. “You Mommy, I belong to you!”

In that moment, you wondered whether Natasha’s neighbors could hear your screams. But in the one right after, you realized you really, truly, di not give a single flying fuck what they could hear.

“Fuck yes, you’re mine,” she growled as she pressed your face into the sheets, as she loomed over you like a god would punish some human exercising an unholy level of hubris. “Don’t you fucking forget it.”

You couldn’t speak because of the ball gag – didn’t even try to – yet Natasha seemed to know exactly what you wanted to say.

“You wanna cum, love?” she cooed, still fucking into you. “You wanna cum over Mommy’s cock?”

You nodded, the whines high in your throat resembed something close to a please yes please Mommy please I wanna cum I wanna cum I wanna cum.

Just like the lube, Natasha grabbed the hitachi out of thin air before she turned it on low and pressed it to your neglected clit. It was something, it was enough, but only just so. Your muscle tensed and you wailed out as you bucked your hips, as you tried to fuck yourself harder onto the toy. Natasha notices and slows her thrusts, laughing as you become more and more desperate.

“You’re so pathetic,” she hissed. “Such a pathetic little toy. You’ll do anything to cum, won’t you?”

You nodded; words garbled.

Natasha laughed again. “Of course you would, slut. You’d do anything for me, right? You’d do anything I told you to? You’re just a mindless little toy for me, just a dumb little thing with no thoughts besides how you can please me…”

You were drooling around your gag so much it covered your cheeks and pooled on each side.

You’re blissed out, eyes glazed over and body wonderfully lax. Natasha’s isn’t done with you yet, though, because of course she isn’t. You’re now officially her girlfriend, officially hers, and maybe it’s that satisfaction or excitement or whatever in her blood but it it’s letting her stop, not now, not when you look so ethereal with a halo of sweaty hair and the sheets looking like wings and your skin practically glowing.

Not just any angel, her angel – her perfect little blessed creature, sanctified even as she degrades you in such a sacrilegious way.

“I want you to cum when I count to ten,” Natasha murmured as she pushed the sweaty hairs that had escaped their confines from your eyes. “Alright, baby?”

You nodded and tried to chase the fleeting feeling of her fingers as they dusted over your feverish skin.

She turned the Hitachi up a setting, smiling as it met your clit and you cried out.

“One,” she mumbled, rubbing the head against you in small circles. It was something, but certainly not enough.

“Two.”

Natasha knew this. She knew you didn’t orgasm all that easily.

“Three.”

Regardless, she agonizingly slowly turned the toy up a setting. Just as you feared, it remained insufficient.

“Four.”

God, nearly halfway there and you were terrified what would happen if you couldn’t cum. Part of it was exhilarating, but part of it gnawed a small hole in your stomach that left you…empty, somehow.

“Five.”

She ticked it up one, two more settings. You sighed in relief and moved your hips with what little mobility she’d allowed you.

“Six.”

She increased the vibrations again and reveled in your squeals.

“Seven.”

You cried out and wanted to beg for mercy.

“Eight.”

You didn’t.

“Nine.”

You felt like you’d forgotten how to breathe, lungs shriveled up into nothingness. It was as if you could feel each of your cells as they begged for oxygen, as your blood desperately tried to each your heart and brain.

“Ten.”

You came with a deafening scream, your whole body shaking for what feels like forever.

When you came down, your girlfriend was next to the bed, holding what you could only is another section of rope. What she planned to do with it, you had zero idea.

“How ya doin’, baby?” She asks. Natasha could sense something was off, but worried about misreading the signs.

It’s obvious she was not incorrect, though, when you tapped at your thigh three times.

Immediately, Natasha drops the toys in her hands and rushes over – untying the gag and freeing your limbs.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She scanned your body – terrified of finding blood or something worse. “What do you need?”

You swallowed what little spit you could find, your voice hoarse as you spoke. “Red,” a pause as you attempted to swallow once more. “Water.”

It was  all Natasha needed before she was rushing off to the fridge to grab a chilled bottle of the stuff and one of those reusable straws she stole from your apartment.

When she returned to the room she pulled you into her lap, keeping you upright as she leaned against the wall.

Natasha watched every muscle, every twitch as you drank from the straw. Your body seemed unwilling to move itself, relying on Natasha to hold you upright enough so that you didn’t choke. The room was silent except for the sound of your noisy swallowing (and, soon, the slurping of last droplets of water). You were about to ask for more, but Natasha found an unopened plastic water bottle within reach and held that for you, too. It reminded you of the first time the two of you fucked, and suddenly the world didn’t feel so cold anymore.

“I’m done, Mommy,” you told her when half the water was gone. “I’m good.”

“You sure, babygirl?” her voice laced with deep, genuine concern. Her eyes reflected the same emotion.

You nodded, leaning into her and rubbing your knuckles where they laid against her thigh. “I’m sure, Mommy. Thank you.”

Natasha closed the bottle and tossed it into the half-open bedside table drawer before she wrapped you in her arms. “Of course, honeybee. I’m proud of you for using your safe word, thank you for trusting me.”

You mmmed and laid there for a moment, your breathing in rhythm with Natasha. You two sat there, comfortable in the silence. If there was anything else to say, you’d say it – but for the while you enjoyed the wordless space you and her existed in.

It took a long while, after your heart had slowed and your breathing had evened out, but you eventually fell asleep in Natasha’s arms. It was peaceful, deep – somehow impossibly more satisfying than any of the other times you’d fallen asleep, even the times you’d fallen asleep with her. There, secured from harm in her arms and wrapped in blankets, you felt secure. It was indescribable, it was wonderful, it was safe. And to you, in that moment, it was heaven.

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