#gravesrudy

[laswells-ashtray]

Hear me out,

Graves who is so overstimulated that he can no longer form coherent words.

Rudy knows that it's cruel to keep asking the gringo questions while he's in the midst of giving Rudy the sloppiest head of his life and Alejandro's behind him, feigning disinterest as he thrusts his cock into the commander.

That doesn't stop him from slapping the blonde and yanking him up by his hair until he's staring up at Rudy, eyes glazed.

"I asked you a question. Who else have you been sleeping around with? Whose time are you wasting, pretty boy?"

He's met with a whiny moan as Alejandro lays a hand flat on Graves' back and torments the man, slipping his thumb into the man's hole alongside his cock.

"You're greedy, aren't you? Take, take, take, and you don't want to give anything back. Make use of those fingers, chucho."

Two fingers slip into his cunt, halfheartedly thrusting with no sense of rythym as Graves messily sucks at his clit, chin spit slickened. It'd irritate him if he wasn't enjoying the noises his partner was ripping from the American's throat, rendering him a blissed-out and whimpering mess.

[p1n-p0int]

Masterlist

Guide: series oneshot headcanon

AskBox: open || rules

Characters I write for:

John Price

Vows That Bind ao3 pt0 pt1 pt2

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Carry You Home pt0

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Coming soon...

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Coming soon...

Alejandro Vargas

Priestly Duties pt1 pt2(soon)

Rudy Parra

Coming soon...

Phillip Graves

Cost of Betrayal

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Other:

GazPrice

GazNik

GhostGaz

AleRudy

RudyGraves

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More soon/drop me an ask!!

[y-ukioo]

I'm so unwell for GazPrice and AleRudy and GravesRudy, shame that my pookies aren't as popular as Ghoap is *sobs*

Nothing against Ghoap, I have too many fics saved on my ao3 with those two silly love boys, including the whole tag in my favourites, but, like, I need to feed my other two three addictions???

I might start writing them myself as soon as I'm done terrorizing ×Reader tags with my nonsense *sights*

The life of a multi shipper is never easy...

[inkformyblood]

use of the office (COD Kinktober 2024 Day 24)

AU - Rodolfo is one of Graves' shadows, memory loss. Desk sex, possessive/cuckolding. Lemon.

This isn’t the usual desk Rudy would be bent over; one of the legs is uneven and it sways with Graves’ thrusts, a squeak accompanying the slap of skin against skin. No, the desk in Graves’ office back on base is an imposing piece of kit, meant to radiate as much power as the man lounging behind it, and it’s a damn more comfortable to be fucked across.

But this desk, his desk, had been chosen for a reason.

Teeth press against Rudy’s shoulder, blunted by the reinforced undershirt Rudy wears, and he tips his head back obediently. Along the opposite wall, there’s a square of light from the hallway outside, the door between them shut but not locked. Anyone could walk in and Rudy wonders if he wants someone to. 

“Hey.” Graves leans further forwards, hooking his arm around Rudy’s throat, the muscles drawn tight beneath his skin. “You’re thinking too much.”

“Sir, sorry, sir,” Rudy answers, the words rote. He’s trying to focus on the situation at hand, the slowly building pleasure at the base of his spine, the feeling of being surrounded so sweetly by a man who cares for him, who’s done so much for him already, but his thoughts wander all the same. Dark eyes and broad hands dominate his mind since they left the plane earlier.

Graves laughs, the sound reminding Rudy of the whiskey the other man favours, smokey and rich, the same taste when he kisses Rudy, holds his chin to keep Rudy still. “Told you this mission would be trickier than expected. Not backing out on me now, are you? Not my best soldier.”

“No, sir,” Rudy groans, leaning into Graves’ hold to feel the pressure against his throat. It helps, blanks his thoughts a little and he tightens around Graves’ cock to hear the other man moan, loud and vibrant. He’s close, his thrusts starting to stutter, his grip on Rudy’s hip tight enough to bruise. They’ve both got a briefing after this, both going to stand in the same room as the man who left Rudy for dead. Scraps of memory is all Rudy has but he’s sure of this. 

Graves must be able to tell the lean of his thoughts or he’s just possessive like that. He presses his mouth against Rudy’s ear, his teeth catching on the lobe as he bites his words into flesh. “You’re going to be seeing Alejandro again with my come leaking down your legs.”

He thrusts deep, shoving Rudy further up the desk as he comes, withdrawing after a long moment and slaps Rudy’s arse. There’ll be the faint imprint of a handprint later, something for Rudy to look at later that evening when his thoughts grow slow and muddled. He stands up and sets himself back to rights. No-one would know but Graves, his grin already as bright, lazily so.

[laswells-ashtray]

Rudy tying a cherry stem in his mouth. Double knots that bitch and sets it on the sundae as he walks by oh so casually. Mister steal your fucking Bird.

That's Mr Getting His Tits Drooled On.

He pulls that shit in the general vicinity of I think literally anyone, and he's getting bent over. Also, you've put this picture in my head, so I must share. Rudy with nipple piercings that have little cherries on them. 🍒

Alejandro? He's getting dragged away and not so gently pushed down onto his knees. His Colonel just needs to know what else he can do with his mouth and still look so pretty.

Valeria? He's sucking on her strap until she's bored with it and wants to see him bent over. Can he still tie a knot with a cherry stem when she's thrusting her strap in his hole? She's gonna test him and see.

Graves? He's staring at him stupidly, eyes wide and mouth open in shock before he snaps out of it enough to mutter an excuse and drag them both somewhere private.

[laswells-ashtray]

Once, while at Los Vaqueros base, Graves went out for a smoke and forgot his lighter.

He stumbled upon one Sergeant Major who was lighting up his own cigarette. Instead of offering Graves his lighter, Rudy just grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close to light Graves' cigarette with his own.

They both know there was an easier and far less intimate way to go about lighting it, but neither of them feel it's worth mentioning, so they smoke in silence. They admire the sun in the distance so that he can ignore Rudy's blush, and Rudy can ignore how he adjusts himself in his pants.

So, when Graves finds himself one Sergeant Major in a bar months later, he asks him to go out for a smoke. Then he repays the favour and lights Rudy's cigarette with his own, unbuckling the other man's belt as does, listening to the faint crackling of his cigarette burning and the hitch in Rudy's breath.

[laswells-ashtray]

Alien AU.

Graves is an android but specifically the David type of android, who's nefarious but experiences love.

Alejandro, Rudy's partner who passes early on into the movie of some alien-birthing circumstance.

And final girl Rudy, who finds his crew dying around him until he's stuck with an android that he knows might fuck him over but is winning him over with charm.