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kink: doing the do with Anakin.

Send in Kinks and My Muse Will Rate Them

Definitely Not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There go my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

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What a big heart I have The better to love you with Little red riding hood Even bad wolves can be good…  

Little Red Riding Hood — Cover by Amanda Seyfried (x)

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💖 💭 ❌ Hey, look, I didn't send them all! And, you know who it's for so lol Whatever AU, they're all loved.

Headcanon about my muse’s relationship withthem: In all the verses, Natasha trusts Anakin more than she lets on,mostly she doesn’t let on because his ego doesn’t need to be pampered any morethan it usually is.

A thought my muse hashad about them: Again all the verses “You are going to get me into so muchtrouble.”

For something my musewill never tell them: In our regular verse and the Teacher/Student deal she’llnever tell him that he sometimes makes her feel old. In the Parlor she won’ttell him that some people were against him being hired. In the Hetaera au she’llnever admit she’s actually a little frightened of him.

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People Like Us Know How to Survive 

A Natasha Romanoff/Anakin Skywalker Playlist

Save Me - Alter Bridge / Obsessions - Bee Gees / All You Wanted - Michelle Branch / The Writing's On The Wall - Sam Smith / Bad Romance - Halestorm / Strict Machine - Goldfrapp / Ordinary - Train / The World is not Enough - Garbage / No Light No Light - Florence and the Machine Secret - Maroon 5 / Iris - Goo Goo Dolls / La La - Ashlee Simpson

Listen here

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Okay, I gotta, because "whatever goes down" xD Uhh what do we even call this? Natakin lmao

 XD  there may or may not be a playlist in my Itunes titled that >_>

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Gives nose/foreheadkisses: Anakin does most of the time to be cute, but Natasha willoccasionally when the mood strikes her.

Gets jealous the most:Anakin, but Natasha assures him he has nothing to worry about.

Picks the other upfrom the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: I feel like neither really,neither of them like the idea of being that inhibited.

Takes care of on sickdays: Natasha since she really can’t get sick, but Anakin can be quiteneedy when he’s got the sniffles.

Drags the otherperson out into the water on beach day: Natasha. She has to drag him thereperiod because sand (I had to go there you know I did XD)

Gives unpromptedmassages: Natasha, Anakin is somehow more tense than she is, but he returnsthe favor.

Drives/rides shotgun:Anakin always drives no ifs ands or buts, even despite all the teasing hegets about crashing, in fact that gives him more desire to be behind thecontrols so he can prove the teasing wrong.

Brings the otherlunch at work: As long as bugs are not on the menu, Anakin usually does.

Has the betterparental relationship: Both of them did before their lives changed at youngages.

Tries to startrole-playing in bed: Anakin because he’s curious and likes to experiment, Natashahas a hard time taking it seriously until he gets that mouth of his near one ofher ears to whisper things.

Embarrassingly drunkdancer: Anakin.

Still cries watchingTitanic: Anakin ( I feel like he’d be a sucker for tragic romantic moviestbh).

Firmly believes incouples costumes: Anakin because they amuse him.

Breaks the expensivegift rule during Christmas: Natasha because she’s just a tad morematerialistic than he is and feels he should have nice things.

Makes the other eatbreakfast: Dual effort, they both have problems remembering to eat, thoughNatasha can only make toast.

Remembersanniversaries: Anakin, compulsively so.

Brings up having kids:Anakin thinks about it, but how to bring it up without being awkward orupsetting her?

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That moment when you realize the only absolutely obvious active ship on your blog atm is a crack crossover ship. XD 

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♥ I don't think there's enough room, especially without making it sound like I just love you because you tolerate me and I'm obsessed with you. Which is true, but how genuinely good you are, even if you think you're not, maybe because you think you're not, your self-possession without coldness, your humor and intelligence, your warmth and loyalty, your inner strength and outer too, you could totally break my face, and-no not enough room. I love you because you're you. (But the toleration too.)

“Yes and sometimes I ask myself why I tolerate you.” She has totease him, it’s fun to do, one of her favorite past times.

But he gets it.

He gets her.

Even though he’s young and a hopeless idiot. And she gets him andperhaps a little too easily. But it’s match for match, and she’llnever admit it, he does his part easily too and it’s damnunnerving. Aggravating sometimes. Such as the moment when he counterher logic with equally logical words and now here she was, here theywere together. It was the last thing she ever expected, but it was apleasant thing none the less.

Slowly the sarcasm, the teasing nature she had faded out, anothertaking it’s place. The lover, the satisfied woman, but that wasfleeting as he kept talking and was replaced with something else, anunexpected humility because there he was saying things he shouldn’t,but not the sort of ridiculous and risque things he normally did.

And she was left speechless.

What did she say to the rest of that? He spoke truths she both didand didn’t want to hear and again proving beneath his boyish charmsand manic intensity that he was occasionally wise beyond his years.She swallowed hard, the pulse in her neck jumping, the one tell shehad that betrayed her when struggling to control her emotions, thatand looking just slightly away and down, sharp green hidden beneaththe thickness of lashes and lips twitching, pressing softly togetherand corners going upwards slightly.

Perhaps, she decided finally that words were unneeded and actionsalways spoke louder anyways and so she moved closer, reaching up,doing so with a graceful motion to rest hands on either side of hisface, drawing him down to her while rising up to meet him half wayand pressing her lips to his.