Tag / gradence

by crowfooted

okay but. bottom!graves who is still dominant and the one in control of the situation

second-salemite:

Agreed. Completely. When Graves lets Credence fuck him, it’s precisely that– *letting* him– and he doesn’t let Credence forget this for one second. I think the position would really reflect this, honestly? Graves on his back on a table or counter, legs spread, and credence between them while he works; no way would he let Credence take him from behind, impersonal, and he’s certainly not going to ride him, because far too much work, quite fucking honestly, and besides– the whole point of this is for credence to show *his* devotion and commitment. Graves reasons it would be entirely cruel to deny him a chance to excitedly (if sloppily, shakily) fuck out his enthusiasm into his savior/father/lover/what-have-you, whatever graves is to him.
When Credence fucks Graves, it’s intensely intimate, praise dropped warm and close between them like kisses from Grave’s strategic tongue, his hands smoothing up and over Credence’s biceps as he bends in two with his effort, fly in a honey trap, in-in-in and done so quick that graves just reaches up to palm his cheek and says, “look at you.” Grave’s ass is full of come and his cock is hardly stiff, lolling, brazenly unaroused, between his legs (Credence is bad at this, and knows it, only one sweet stroke for every ten, worthless). But as Credence pulls out and Graves pulls in, calloused hand on neck and ribs, so that his boy might fortify himself against his chest, he tells him: wonderful. He is so proud, he says, as Credence’s wobbling arms loop around his neck and don’t let go.
He is so proud of his boy.

by crowfooted

millenraven:

Just a thought after watching the movie. What if Credence became one of the believers of the Deathly Hallows? I really don’t know how to post a really long picture here, so I had to cut it into several parts. And I’m not a good translator, but I guess it’s still understandable.Hope you enjoy it.

by crowfooted

whileyoustillcan:

kamikazesoundsociety:

Gossamer – KamikazeSoundSociety

(For @whileyoustillcan)

He’s been feeling funny all week. Slightly sick, a little
nauseated, his hands shaky. He keeps dropping things. When Papa came home last
night Credence was fast asleep on the sofa, all the lights out, dinner still
out on the counter. He barely remembers being picked up and carried to his bed,
fingers knotted into his Papa’s cable knit sweater, nuzzling his cheek into the
soft wool, breathing in warmth and safety.

“Are you unwell, Credence?” his father asks him in the morning,
the back of his cool hand pressed against Credence’s cheek. His fingers span
the length from his lips to his ear and Credence shivers, eyelashes fluttering
down over his cheekbones. “You’re a little warm,” Papa says, concern turning
his mouth down and forming a fine line between his heavy brows. “Why don’t you
stay home from school today?”

“Oh – okay, Papa,” Credence says obediently. His hand falls from
Credence’s face and his stomach drops. He doesn’t know why – he wants Papa to
keep touching him, keep his lovely cool hand soft against Credence’s face. In
the wake of its loss he feels hotter and sicker than ever, feverish and
trembling.

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS ENTIRE DAMN FIC YOU NEED TO READ IT IT’S SO PERFECT THE IMAGERY AND CREDENCE AND GRAVES AND THE SEX AND AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

by crowfooted

weepingstar:

headcanon: Graves being very casually affectionate which just surprises Credence to his very core. Being the serious man he is, he would never be so casual with any of his colleagues, and doesn’t particularly know anyone well enough outside of work. 

Graves ruffling Credence’s hair, Graves pulling Credence in for a hug, Graves rubbing Credence’s arm when asking him a question. Graves just being an absolute secret softy for Credence. 

Credence going slightly crazy because he LOVES being touched by Graves but he really, really doesn’t know how to properly reciprocate. So often he just stays stock still and let’s Graves stroke his cheekbone absentmindedly or sit with his thigh pressing against Credence’s without comment. 

Credence eventually starting to seek Graves out when he wants attention, pushing his head more firmly against Graves’ palm when stroking his hair, sitting closer still to Graves on the sofa.

The two of them, in every sense, cuddling, while listening to the wireless. Credence coming to know touch which isn’t harsh or painful and seeking out love which is just right there in the form of Graves. 

BIG SOFTIES BEIN BIG SOFTIES.

by crowfooted

second-salemite:

funkzpiel:

questionartbox:

A blessing I don’t deserve

In which Newt and Graves take care of a de-aged and partially Obliviated Credence, but Graves can’t help but remember what happened to cause the situation. Based on and inspired by this fic/idea by the very sweet @funkzpiel, thank you so much again for letting me draw this! ❤︎  
I can’t believe I managed to finish it, and I hope you guys can read my handwriting haha
Art blog: questionartbox

Graves teaches Credence magic.
Credence teaches Graves forgiveness.

@questionartbox – I said this in our chat, but I just want to take a moment to convey it again; you are so talented. I cannot fully express the feeling, words do not do it justice, but when I sat down to read your comic there was just this moment of pause. A moment where I felt my breath held. Because the layers of this, the visuals, everything – it’s all just so beautiful. And the panel that focuses on little!Credence’s mouth – Mr. Graves, what’s making you so sad? – simultaneously mirrored with – Mr. Graves… H-Hurts… – My heart shattered for Graves. For Credence. And the small nuances you add – the light stubble, the unbuttoned neck of his shirt – all these things that point to pain. I am in awe of it all.

And you caught the preciousness of children so perfectly. That innocent, oblivious desire to reach out and help; the power of a small hand bringing you back from the dark. I’ve looked over this at least a dozen times and the sheer emotional punch of it has not faded, not once. Each panel is significant. And the expressions and your use of body language; I just cannot sing enough praises of this piece. I am in love with this story you have drawn. In love with the power of your art. And I am so, so, so honored that you saw my little fic and expanded upon it – because this is so very truly beautiful, this thing you have created, and I wish I had better words with which to sing its praises.

I don’t think I’ll ever recover from the strength of these visuals. From the way you conveyed and drove the story. I’m torn on what my favorite part is – the desperate clench of Graves’ hands when he comes back or the determined way Credence sits him down. 

I am so in love with this. 

holy shitballs this is amazing