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calebdenecutie:

okay yeah thats a nice otp youve got there but have you thought about them grinding in frilly/lace/silk panties????????

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redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

He looked over at her, “Joey’s already walking? Damn…” Kids grow up so fast…but he already knew that. “Good for Madeline. Doesn’t surprise me though. She has a smart mother.” He smiled coyly as he took another drag. He still never forgot about what he got her for her birthday…he hoped she was practicing but also wondered if Natasha knew yet…

She smiled to him. “Yeah, he couldn’t stop calling me ‘Mama’ when he begin to talk. He even said your name. He misses you. They miss you, lad.” She rested her elbows at the edge of the sink. “You should really come by and see them. You’re their godfather after all.”

His name. Joey was talking and saying his name. He remembered when his own son started talking, remembered his first word; no. Then Da was his second. He exhaled miserably, “I miss them too, Tate. I miss everyone. I miss my Laurie, I miss you, I miss all of that. I just…can’t risk anything happening to any of you. Not while I’m a wanted man.” He looked over at her, “I don’t live like this because I want to. It’s because I need to.”

redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

He stripped completely as the tub filled, lighting a cigarette while he waited. Once it was filled he climbed in slowly, letting his body get used to the cold. Once he was in he rested his head against the side of tub, his arm dangling over the edge so his cigarette wouldn’t go out. It was awkward…having her here. No one’s ever been with him while he was out and it made him a bit uncomfortable, since now she was going to see how he lived, nearly everyday of his life. He took a long drag, then leisurely let the smoke out, “So…how are the kids?”

She wondered what has he been doing when she’s not visiting him. She was expecting of him to take a bit more care of himself but look at him now. She really want to help him but he doesn’t that. Best to respect his decisions. “They’re fine. Joey is walking around the apartment so they have to take him out for a walk to the playground. Madeline is taking a fond of history. High level that is.”

He looked over at her, “Joey’s already walking? Damn…” Kids grow up so fast…but he already knew that. “Good for Madeline. Doesn’t surprise me though. She has a smart mother.” He smiled coyly as he took another drag. He still never forgot about what he got her for her birthday…he hoped she was practicing but also wondered if Natasha knew yet…

redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

"I think you’ll be fine. I won’t let it fill all the way." He started to strip off his jacket and shirt, then his belt and gloves came next. He was probably a little thinner and a little more beat up since the last time they saw each other, but he couldn’t care less. He started wiping out the tub, killing any big bugs before filling it up. The water was cold as ice but he couldn’t care less.

Natasha could see the changes to him when he took off his clothes. She wanted to say something but knowing what he does, she let it be and didn’t say anything else before entering into the makeshift tub.

He stripped completely as the tub filled, lighting a cigarette while he waited. Once it was filled he climbed in slowly, letting his body get used to the cold. Once he was in he rested his head against the side of tub, his arm dangling over the edge so his cigarette wouldn’t go out. It was awkward…having her here. No one’s ever been with him while he was out and it made him a bit uncomfortable, since now she was going to see how he lived, nearly everyday of his life. He took a long drag, then leisurely let the smoke out, “So…how are the kids?”

Anonymous sent: ((Jealous, drunk Marcus)) [MSG]: I s he biger thn me?

youcallthatsnipin:

[text] What?

[text] Marcus, what in the world are you talking about?

[text] Sun

[text] Duck

[text] fUCK**

[text] I men Sin*

[text] How big his duck

[text] dICK***********

[text] iS HE BIGER TAHN ME

redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

Before putting her down, he opened up the medicine cabinet. There wasnt anything in there for her, just a few bottles too small for her to bathe in, a rusty old razor, and an old bar of soap. He did find the plug for the drain though, “The sink will have to do for you.” He pulled out his hankerchief and wiped out the sink inside and out. It was mostly just dusty so it got clean quick. He scraped the gross bits off the soap with his knife, then plugged up the drain, setting her down as it filled up. “There you are. I think its only one temperature though…”

She half frowned softly. “Let’s hope I don’t drown.” She muttered softly as she watched the sink being filled up by water. Natasha simply sat down and took off her clothes while she wait for it to rise. “Go on and take your bath as well, lad.”

"I think you’ll be fine. I won’t let it fill all the way." He started to strip off his jacket and shirt, then his belt and gloves came next. He was probably a little thinner and a little more beat up since the last time they saw each other, but he couldn’t care less. He started wiping out the tub, killing any big bugs before filling it up. The water was cold as ice but he couldn’t care less.

redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

"Me neither…" he muttered. He walked around the place, using his lighter to get around so he wouldn’t trip on anything, although it was pretty empty. He finally found a bathroom, a full bathroom, probably for whomever worked the graveyard shift when the place was actually running. He turned on the sink and waited. The pipes rattled for a second, then a spurt of clear water shot out. "Oh, thank God." He muttered, looking down at Natasha.

It was dark and she wasn’t sure if her mechanic eye can see at a small state like this. So she’ll let Marcus find the way with his lighter. She should buy him a new one just in case it’s out of oil. When he finally found one, thank goodness. But is there water? Natasha smiled. “Yay! Now put me down, and find if there’s a cup around here so I could take a bath in it.”

Before putting her down, he opened up the medicine cabinet. There wasnt anything in there for her, just a few bottles too small for her to bathe in, a rusty old razor, and an old bar of soap. He did find the plug for the drain though, “The sink will have to do for you.” He pulled out his hankerchief and wiped out the sink inside and out. It was mostly just dusty so it got clean quick. He scraped the gross bits off the soap with his knife, then plugged up the drain, setting her down as it filled up. “There you are. I think its only one temperature though…”

redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

"…still." He grumbled. She’d honestly done so much for him…more than enough and much more than he deserved, especially after what he’s done to her. He’d been keeping his distance for that very reason; he didn’t really want her help..although he probably needed it. He put his hand over the pocket, keeping her steady as he kicked the door down. It went without much of a fight and he started to look for the showers.

She held onto his hand before he kicked down the door. Though wearing a mask, she coughed as dust was around when they entered. “I can’t wait to take a bath.” She mumbled.

"Me neither…" he muttered. He walked around the place, using his lighter to get around so he wouldn’t trip on anything, although it was pretty empty. He finally found a bathroom, a full bathroom, probably for whomever worked the graveyard shift when the place was actually running. He turned on the sink and waited. The pipes rattled for a second, then a spurt of clear water shot out. "Oh, thank God." He muttered, looking down at Natasha.

redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

He scowled at her, “It’s not me…it’s my suit. I try to bathe regularly…but I don’t usually have time to wash this.” Hence why it’s more grey than black…and tattered and worn. He sighed and put her up to his breast pocket, keeping her close. “Just hang tight. I think I see a building up ahead.”

"Oh…" No wonder, there was a strange combination of nice and bad smell from him. "You should have come to the apartment and have me clean it for you." She clung to the pocket and sees the picture of him and his son in there. Oh yeah, she found it on the floor months back and he told her it was the only picture of Joey.

"I didn’t want to bother you…You have enough on your plate as it is." He muttered. There was indeed a building, not as big as his warehouse, but a good enough size for one (and a half) people. The closer he got to it, the more he could tell it was abandoned; murky, dusty windows, unkempt lawn, rusted shut door. Definitely abandoned. "This looks perfect!"

"No I don’t, I have Nancy to help me." She heard him. She sees the building as well. Not much his warehouse, but does look perfect. Perfect that no one will bother to go check it out. "Let’s hope the shower facility works and maybe there’s soaps."

"…still." He grumbled. She’d honestly done so much for him…more than enough and much more than he deserved, especially after what he’s done to her. He’d been keeping his distance for that very reason; he didn’t really want her help..although he probably needed it. He put his hand over the pocket, keeping her steady as he kicked the door down. It went without much of a fight and he started to look for the showers.

redbritishsniper sent: "Marcus!!!" She yelled out his name, tugging his pants. "Look down!" (Four inches Sniper M!A)

redbritishsniper:

redandblackspy:

redandblackspy:

He heard…a tiny voice. Then he looked down and saw…tiny Tate! He crouched down and tilted his head at her. “Oh…this complicates things for you, doesn’t it?”

He scowled at her, “It’s not me…it’s my suit. I try to bathe regularly…but I don’t usually have time to wash this.” Hence why it’s more grey than black…and tattered and worn. He sighed and put her up to his breast pocket, keeping her close. “Just hang tight. I think I see a building up ahead.”

"Oh…" No wonder, there was a strange combination of nice and bad smell from him. "You should have come to the apartment and have me clean it for you." She clung to the pocket and sees the picture of him and his son in there. Oh yeah, she found it on the floor months back and he told her it was the only picture of Joey.

"I didn’t want to bother you…You have enough on your plate as it is." He muttered. There was indeed a building, not as big as his warehouse, but a good enough size for one (and a half) people. The closer he got to it, the more he could tell it was abandoned; murky, dusty windows, unkempt lawn, rusted shut door. Definitely abandoned. "This looks perfect!"