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Alternative posters for Martin (1977) that came as A5 postcard prints with the collectors’ edition DVD. The last one came as a full-sized poster that is currently framed on my wall.

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Ghost: I’ll find dirt on you, there’s definitely some somewhere

Graves: Simon, I keep everything out in the open! I’m squeaky clean

Ghost: Oh please! You may look clean, but just like a motal room, a UV light will show all the dirty secrets I’m looking for

Graves:

Graves: John, can you at least pretend to be mad?

Price: *hunched over trying not to laugh*

Graves, sighing: I should’ve gave that arms dealer a shot. At least his men aren’t so disrespectful

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Soap blocking Alejandro from entering a room: Sorry, Ale. Only freaks and cowboys allowed

Alejandro: … what the fuck does that mean??

Soap: Means freaks *gestures to himself* and cowboys only in this lounge of mine

Alejandro: Rudy’s in there! I should be in there too!

Soap: Rudy’s a cowboy so he qualifies, you’re just a bottom who rides one

Alejandro:

Ghost: *cackling from within the room*

Rudy: Soap just let him in

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Graves, about Price & Nik: I could take them

Gaz: *trying to ignore him*

Graves: In a fight, of course

Gaz: *still ignoring him*

Graves: But I bet I could also take them in bed

Gaz, pulling out his gun: I won’t give you the chance to figure that out

Graves: WHOA HOLD ON-

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Graves: I didn’t realize Price had a track record for breaking rules

Nik: Yep

Graves:

Nik: Makes him hotter, doesn’t it?

Graves: Incredibly so

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Nik

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Graves: … have you ever thought about if Nik didn’t like us we would’ve been dead by now?

Price: … no. Where did that come from?

Graves, shrugging: Just thought about the resources he has. Man has weapons stockpiled everywhere, every safehouse he has is loaded up like a doomsday bunker, not to mention there isn’t a vehicle or aircraft he doesn’t know how to operate

Price:

Graves: He always seems to know a guy. He’s YOUR guy when you say you know someone, but Nik has so many ‘guys’ that I wondering where he’s had the time to meet them all

Graves: Not to mention how long he’s managed to keep his identity under wraps despite pissing on every person he doesn’t vibe with. He has more enemies than ME, and I’m the worst

Price: *stares*

Graves: I just feel lucky that he loves me. And you’ve been married to him for years so you’ve definitely done something right

Price: … Phil- What have you done??

Graves: Hm?

Price: Who am I married to? A James Bond villain but minus the villain part?

Graves: More like an Austin Powers villain. He’s actually terrifying but the way he presents himself makes almost everyone he meets not take him seriously. No doubt something he does intentional

Price: Phil, you’re making me question my husband

Graves: I’m just saying-

Price: Phil I’m married to a potential super villain

Graves: Means you’re already on the winning team when the time comes when he snaps. I think I’m there but I won’t rest until there’s a ring on this finger

Price: You’re making me think about things I didn’t feel the need to think about. Phil what have you done

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Ghost: Fuck you, Graves. You've been the biggest pain in my fucking ass since day ONE

Graves, calmly: Bless your heart

Alex: *chokes on nothing*

Alex: Oh shit-

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Graves: Damn, Ghost. You move fast for someone with a double wide turn radius

Ghost: What the fuck does that mean?!

Graves: Means you’re a big boy that takes a bit more space to turn versus someone, say, my size

Ghost:

Soap: It’s all that ass you got, LT

Ghost: … I think I’ll go to bed early

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Ghost: You used to date Valeria??

Alejandro: It was a long time ago

Ghost: Still, does that mean you’re a masochist? Is Rudy worse? Did you leave her because he’s meaner to you?

Alejandro:

Ghost: I’m taking your silence as “he’s mean to me and I love it

Alejandro: *Groans* When is Price coming to pick you up again?

Ghost: Tomorrow evening

Alejandro, exasperated: dios mío

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Price: Watch your back around Nik, he’ll get you when you least expect it

Graves: Christ, John. You really don’t trust anyone, huh? Not even your husband

Price:

(Flashback)

Price: *turns his back to Nik to grab something*

Nik: *immediately slaps his ass as hard as possible, sending Price crashing to the floor*

Price: NIK-

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Price: … you know what? You’re right, I’m just paranoid. Nik is very trustable, go ahead and turn your back to him

Graves: … I don’t like how you said that-

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Graves: Hey, Ghost!

Ghost: Fucking hell-

Graves: Hey, man! Feel like we haven’t talked in days!

Ghost: I do my utmost to avoid you

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Graves: Aww, someone mad that Nik likes me more?

Ghost: I hope he breaks you in half

Graves: Mm, I hope so too

Ghost: NOT LIKE THAT YOU FUCK-

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Graves: *stepping out of Price's room one morning*

Gaz: oh my fucking god, you two actually are shagging, aren't you?

Graves: First of all, I'm a little disappointed it took you this long to realize that.

Gaz: YOU--

Graves: SECONDLY, we're not shagging, you English cretin.

Gaz: WHAT--

Graves, leaning in: He fucks me properly like the gentleman he is :)

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Soap who fucks like a starved man

Gaz who stays calm and collected the entire time

Price who gives oral so slowly and delicately

Ghost who focuses solely on you when in the moment

Alejandro who makes sure you feel loved and romanced throughout

Rodolfo who makes you laugh and smile

Valeria who bites and pulls as you go down on her

Roach who stays silent but makes sure you can't

König who whispers in your ear as you take all of him

Roze who shotguns a joint with you before and after

Graves who calls you all types of nicknames until you're a heated mess

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i learned of “Box beds” – cabinets with beds in them and, sometimes, lockable doors – were used for privacy and safety in parts of rural medieval Europe before individual bedrooms were common. They became fashionable even in homes with bedrooms and remained in use in Scotland into the 1900s (x)

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(female!reader, mdni 18+)

graves knows where to find it

you bugged him, taunted him even when you said he didn't know where it is. in front of other people no less. oh, how wrong you were. and he was gonna teach you a lesson for it.

"what, darlin'? you said i don't know where it is? i know where it is, baby. i know." his tone is so smug, so condescending. he's talking down on you, pulling rank. just like how he's pulling sweet moans from you.

he's been edging you for hours but does not touch your clit once. just barely sucking and fingering and stroking you and pinching your nipples with accidental brushes, it's so much. but not enough at the same time. he deliberately avoids touching you right where you need it no matter how far his fingers reach and how much it stretches you out. it's just barely enough from his fingers to feel just a hint of stimulation from it. he knows he's not stretching you as wide as you want, going in a little deeper. he's playing with you and teasing you because he can. because he knows where it is, of course he's going to punish you by making sure to not touch you!

he just keeps stroking you so meanly, listening to the way your keep making such filthy, wet noises for him. he'll kiss, lick, and suck exactly where you don't want him to be, too. because HELLO!!! there is a way better place for him to use that cocky mouth. but he's sooo happy to keep it like this for now no matter how bad you're tugging and pulling at his hair or digging your nails into his arms that rest around your hips.

and finally he caves and when you're twitching and at your peak once again, he pulls back and you're practically crying, greiving the loss of his fingers on you when you're clenching so tight.

you can't see it, but you look so pathetic that his smug smirk changes to a menacing grin. he finally takes mercy on you. you've been let down after so long from him breathily kissing and slobbering on your slit, he's fighting for passage in there with his own fingers. you're crying, you can't really tell but you sure want to if you haven't already. when he pulls out those fingers once again and leaves you just lingering on the edge, you're pretty sure you sob.

you're still twitching and thrashing and begging and then all of a sudden he leans in real close and sucks hard on your clit. it's a quick one too, he just wraps his lips around the little bud and then so harshly pulls it deeper into his mouth with one suck. it makes you cum instantly from how sentitive it's been. he's so mean! he's laughing down at you as you kick out from the one kiss he gave it :(

"see, baby? i told you i know where it is."

but he doesn't stop there and keeps going, assaulting your clit basically. he just doesn't find it in him to be able to. it's the complete opposite now. he keeps sucking on just that and not touching anywhere else, holding you down as you buck and twitch with your legs kicking out and hitting his back for some reprieve. he swirls it with his tongue and swipes it up and down, leaving it coated in a gooey layer of your slick and his spit.

when his tongue gets tired, he's breathing heavily over it while his fingers play with it too now! you can feel his warm breaths on it while he pinches it gently between his fingers and rubs your folds at the same time, the only time you've felt him touch you anywhere besides your clit. you're a mess in front of him and you feel so empty inside, clenching around nothing. how contradictory from before. did you want his fingers in you or not?

at that, he laughs against you and just keeps sucking harshly. and when you think he's had enough he puts his fingers in FINALLY and finds your gspot with ease. he's got a hell of a good read on you because the way your pitch changes just so slightly, and he knows he's stuck gold.

"oh? found it." he's so condescending about it. just the way he keeps abusing both your clit and gspot at the same time while he fingers you. "see, darlin' i told you i know where to find it. both of 'em."

now he's back on your clit and fingers deep inside of you and playing that sweet spot of yours. you're begging him to ease up. but he keeps going because he's convinced that you still doubt him. convinced that you only want him to stop because you can't take it, that it's too much. but he wants to prove to you he knows where it is. gotta make sure you know he knows. he's touching both spots right now so stop running away!

you can't count how many times you've been brought so close to cumming and now cumming nonstop. he keeps bringing one after another and you're fairly certain that you just haven't stopped cumming the entire time.

eventually, eventually, after he's done with you, he slaps your ass with a proud smirk. a loud clapping sound and a sting that sends you reeling as he pulls out of you. "that's what i'm fuckin' talkin' about. i told you. i know where it fuckin' is."

he can't help but brag. and to be fair, you have to let him.