A/N : i present to you… CREDENCE BAREBONE SMUT!! God this fic took me forever. I kinda think he’s kinda OOC, sorry for that. There still will be the last part for this series. One or two, not sure. Anyway, enjoy this y’all sinners lmao. I might write some more Barebone smut because let’s face it HE DESERVED BETTER. Oh btw requests are open!
The next day after the incident starts off as usual, but without Tina
coming with the both of you. She’s still in bed, unlike her usual, workaholic
self. “She’ll find something to do, let’s not worry about it too much,” Queenie
says to you. Even though she says so, you can feel the worry in her tone.
You want to wake Tina, to say that it will be alright, but you’re not so
sure yourself. What will she do in the future? Will she work with the No-Majs?
Or will she remain like this? The thoughts about it shudders you. As you take
the last bite of your toast, you raise the wand and the plates and silverware
magically march to the sink to be washed.
Seeing everything is under control, you and Queenie bid your goodbye to
Tina and head to work. You silently hope she will find a good way to cope with
You can’t concentrate on your work, not because you keep thinking about
Tina, but because of something – someone – else. You keep thinking where did he
go and if he is okay. You didn’t see him today, not in the corner of the
streets you passed, nor in front of a public building. Usually he would be
there, giving pamphlets while waiting for you.
As read the wand permit stacking on your desk, you notice Abernathy is
being too kind to Queenie than usual. Sure, you know he’s head over heels with
her, but that doesn’t mean he has the right to be that awfully close with your
By close, he’s currently sitting on her desk, trying to take her to
dinner which she ignores as she sends you a knowing look. You chuckle, and
think to yourself so she can hear it.
‘Want me to do some tricks?’ you think.
She looks up, and raises both of her eyebrows in agreement. Drawing your
wand from your purse, you sneakily swing it towards him, as you mutter a spell
under your breath. Soon enough, Abernathy sneezes, and he does it in front of
Queenie, without closing his mouth. You hold in your laugh and do it some more.
Abernathy keeps sneezing, and Queenie is absolutely disgusted. She slaps
Abernathy and he excuses himself in mid sneezes. After he left the room,
Queenie looks at you disapprovingly, yet happily. She mouths a thank you as she
cleans herself. And she adds, ‘it’s disgusting’.
‘You’re very welcome. Even though it is disgusting, at least he will not
have the balls to talk to you for some times,’ you think. Queenie replies to
you with a smile across the room.
You finish work early, since there’s not much to do in the beginning,
and you managed to get several hours head start of going home. Queenie had
asked you to buy groceries, and you’re more than happy to help her with it. Who
knows, you might see Credence on your way home.
As you bid goodbye to the doorman, you walk to the general store near
the park on your way home. Seeing the park reminds you of Credence. No,
everything, reminds you of Credence. You can’t help but worry about his whole
being. And you still remember the kiss you shared with him. You crave more of
Entering the store, you are greeted with the sweet smell of flower; the
storekeeper is restocking flowers near the cashier. You’ve known the
storekeeper since the three of you moved here in New York, with him and his
wife being a wizard too. It’s always packed with No-Majs though.
“Lighting up the mood with some flowers, Mr. Jones?” you greet the
shopkeeper. He’s in his mid fifties, both of his sons is outside the city,
“Ah, [Name]! I suppose I am, since it has been either snowing or raining
here,” he replies.
“Where’s Mrs. Jones?” you ask him as you scan the shelves full of goods.
You take a bag flour, a box of teabags, and some sugar. You continue to fulfill
the list in your hands as you talk to Mr. Jones.
“Oh, she’s in the back, baking some pies. Do you want some [Name]?” he
“Oh I shouldn’t, you’ve been very kind to us Mr. Jones,” you say as you
walk up to the cashier.
“Now don’t be like that. The three of you are already like my own
daughters. Abigail! Can I get some of those pies over here?!” he yells to the
As he packs your groceries to the paper bag, Mrs. Jones walks to the
front with a fresh baked pie in hand. She’s content in seeing you, and
immediately packs the pie too.
“Tell me my dear, are you a fan of blueberries?” Mrs. Jones asks you.
You nod, and a smile breaks on her face. “Then you’ll love this blueberry pie I
made!” she exclaims.
“Oh I love everything you make, Mrs. Jones,” you say to her.
After paying the lovely couple and say your goodbyes, you walk home with
hands full of groceries, not to mention the pie and a bouquet of flower they
also gave you. You’re having difficulties walking, for the groceries in your
arms blocking your view.
Suddenly, you bump into someone, which sends you falling, and your
groceries spilling everywhere. Thank heavens you still manage to keep the pie
in your hands.
“[Name]…? I-I’m so sorry…”
Your heart races as you hear the voice you missed for so long. You look
up, and see Credence kneeling in front of you, his hands held out towards you
to help you stand to your feet. His clothes are slightly wet, hair disheveled,
and face a bit dirty.
“Oh my God, Credence! Where have you been?! You look awful!” you exclaim
as you take his hand, brushing your coat.
“I… I don’t know…” he answers. He seems lost, and you dare to guess he
hasn’t eaten any food since morning. Probably since yesterday.
“Okay, you’re coming with me then!” you decide. You pick up the fallen
groceries, and put it back into the paper bag. Then, when you’re settled, you
start to walk again, only to be stopped by Credence who puts his hand on your
“…Let me, um, help you,” he says. He hesitantly takes the paper bag in
your arms, and the bouquet of flower too. You link your arm with his, and lead
him to your apartment.
“Thank you Credence, you’re such a gentlemen,” you say.
When you reach the front door, you ask Credence to be as quiet as
possible, afraid of Mrs. Esposito kicking the three of you out of the building.
Lucky enough, once you enter the building, you hear a fairly loud snore coming
from the first room. She’s having her usual afternoon nap.
Credence surveys the building, his eyes going everywhere as he silently
follows you upstairs. With every step you take, you grow even more nervous.
You’re bringing a man into you and your sisters’ apartment, and it’s not an
ordinary man, it’s Credence. The man who you shared your first kiss with.
You unlock the door into your apartment and let Credence in first. The
room is the same as you left it this morning, with an exception of there are
Tina’s clothes drying near the fireplace, the thread of string which holds the
garment floating magically. There are several dishes being washed, indicating
someone – Tina – was here not long ago. She must have left.
“Well… Welcome to my humble abode. Let’s get you warm, shall we?” you
say, putting the pie on the dining table.
Credence, amazed by the magic in the room, stares in awe. The warm
lighting in the room gives him a tingling feeling in his chest. You take the
groceries in his hand, your hand brushing against his. You don’t seem to notice
though. You then proceed to place each one of them in their own places.
“Can you take off you jacket please? Or maybe your vest and too… I’ll
wash and dry them, if you want,” you say.
He seems hesitant and scared at first, but he obliges. He takes off his
jacket and vest, handing them to you. You take them both and take out your
wand. With a swing of your wand, you send the clothes floating to wash
themselves. Credence looks at you in amazement, still taking in the fact that
you’re a witch.
You step into your room to change into something more comfortable, a
simple dress hanging loosely down your body. Thin and loose, yet compliments
your body. You walk out of your room and find him still standing near the door.
“Now… Would you like some tea? Or cocoa maybe?” you ask him. He nods,
and you take his arm and guide him to the front of the fireplace. You cast
aside Tina’s hanging clothes and let Credence sit by the fire. You guide his
freezing hands to near the fire, and he cringes in the process.
“Credence…” you speak. He doesn’t answer and shows his hands to you,
which is painted with newly crimson scars. You heal him again with your magic,
and kiss his knuckles, to calm him down.
Then, you guide his hands again, warming him up. “Just relax, okay?”
As you’re about to stand to make him the promised warm drink, he stops
you by holding onto your dress. He looks like he’s about to cry, and you
immediately crouch down to his level.
“Love… Are you okay? Did she hurt you anywhere?’
Tears stream down his cheeks, and he starts sobbing. His sobbing is so
heartbreaking, that you can’t help yourself but hug him. He cries to your
dress, making it wet, but you can care less.
“I’m here Credence. I love you, I love you. I’m here, my love, I am
here,” you calm him down. He grasps onto your dress tightly, not wanting you to
leave, even though you know you’re not going anywhere.
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, rubbing circles on his
back as you gaze into his teary eye. He blinks, and even more tears stream
down, but he nods. You kiss his forehead, as you scoots a little to lean onto
You caress his hair lovingly, constantly placing careful kisses on his
face. His breathing slowly calms down, and you conjure a handkerchief to wipe
his tears and snot. Once he’s fully calm, yet still puffy eyed, you lead him to
sit onto the couch and make him the cocoa.
You hand the mug to him, and he holds it in his shaky hands.
“What… What’s wrong, Credence?” you hesitantly ask.
“I… I want to show you something…” he begins. “But… Please don’t leave
me… And I know you will be afraid… But please…” he says desperately.
“I won’t leave you. And I will try not to be scared.” you say with
certainty in your voice.
He looks around, looking for a secluded place to do it, and you notice
his nervousness. You stand and guide him to your bedroom, locking it behind
you. You sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously looking at him.
He stands and takes a step back, and a black smoke starts to emanate
from him. You know it’s not some ordinary smoke, for it doesn’t have any smell,
and there are red sparks of fire in it. Your heart races from fear, but you try
not to look scared. You know that, whatever this thing is, is Credence.
The smoke keeps getting bigger as the vessel, his human body, disappears
into the darkness of the smoke. The smoke may look terrifying, but it’s calm
nonetheless. A mix of black dust and sparks of fire, swirling into a vortex.
Slightly, you can hear a sobbing inside it. Credence’s broken sobs and cries
Shakily, you stand to your feet, and walk towards the smoke. Your fear
subsides, to be replaced by pity and sympathy. Hands reached out towards the
core, the smoke stops moving, and envelopes you in it. You sense the smoke
around your body, its dust swirling, touching, and floating around, all in a
Your hand touches something solid, and the smoke slowly form the face
the man you love. His eyes are shining white, but the light is dulled with his
tears. It displays all of his fear, sorrow, and depression, all of them in his
eyes. He is afraid. Afraid of rejection from you, someone who he trusts fully for
the first time. He is showing you all of him.
You raise your other hand and cup his face in your hands, bringing his
forehead to yours. The smoke disappears, and solidifies back to his body. “I’m
here Credence. I’m here,” you tell him over and over, as if a it’s a spell,
chanting it to calm him down.
“A-Aren’t you afraid…? O-Of me…?”
“I am, at first,” you start, as your hands travel to his own, gripping
it with reassurance. “But I know it’s you, so I am not now,” you say, kissing
“B-But I don’t even know what I am… And I-I destroy things, I almost kill
“I know what you are,” you say, looking at him in the eyes. “You are
Credence. I know that you know who you are, and you I know you don’t do all of
them on purpose.”
You wrap your arms around him, hugging the slouched body. He hugs back,
lean his head to your shoulder, cries onto it. “Ssshhh… It’s okay, I accept you
for who you are. I love you. All of you.”
As the smoke completely disappears,
back to his body, you ask him to sit on your bed while you make the long
forgotten promised mug of hot drink in the kitchen. He shakes his head, and
hold onto your arms.
“I- I still want you to see every part of me, for wh-who I am,” he says.
Vulnerability thick in his voice, with trembling hands, he unbuttons his shirt,
one by one, revealing his bare, scarred chest. You gasp when you see his skin
underneath, his scars showing a tragic beauty in it.
“Mother… When s-she’s not satisfied with my palms… She also does it here…”
he claims, guiding your hand to his chest. As your soft skin comes in contact
with his scars, you can feel his pain and suffering. Everything that monster he
calls mother has done to him… Your hand carefully caress the scars, from his
chest, to his shoulder, then to his back as you pull his shirt off and slowly
get closer and closer to him.
“Does it… Still hurt…?” you ask, running your fingertips to his face. He
tilts his face towards you and say, “No, but I still remember every single one…
Like it was yesterday…” he says.
“Do you… Do you want me to heal you…?” you hesitantly ask.
“I… To be honest… Yes, but… I want you to see me, or… Maybe love me,
like…” he pauses and motions to his body, “…this. This broken and ugly self…”
“Credence… Stop… Stop saying you’re ugly, because you’re not. You are
beautiful. Especially your kind hearted soul and I don’t want anyone else but
Hearing you say that, the uncertainty in his eyes and voice slowly fades
away, and he takes your lips in his. The kiss wasn’t like the first one you
shared, this time, he is more certain of what he wants, about how he feels, and
You gave him the assurance he needs. And he needs nothing else. Just
As he kisses you, you swiftly slip your tongue into his mouth, taking
him by surprise. His face is beet red, and his body is stiff as a statue. Still
kissing, you guide him to lay down your bed. You break the kiss, a trail of
saliva between yours and his mouth.
Breathless, he lays underneath you as you straddle his hips. You lean
down and kiss him again, this time, his hands ___ going to the side of your face
and neck. As your left hand holding your body from falling to his, your right one
goes between your heated bodies, to his abdomen, and lowers to his crotch. He
gasps sharply when your hand palms him through his trousers, the garment
getting tighter by the second.
“I-I-“he stutters, lost for
“Can I do it Credence…?” you ask. “Can I give it to you? Will you let
Panting, he nods and you palm him harder, giving pressure to the
hardening manhood. He grits his teeth, and his hands go from holding your face
to grasping the sheets. You kiss his face to make him relax, taking your right
hand from his crotch. He sighs and whines in the lost of contact, and you
seductively smile at him.
“Be patient, Credence. I want you to see me for who I am too,”
You take out your wand, and you swing it to your dress. You place your
wand on your bedside, and as you do so, your dress takes itself off your body.
It goes floating to the inside of your closet, and hung neatly.
You’re left with your underwear – a bra, a loose corset, and a pair of
His hands twitch at his sides, and you chuckle.
“You can undress me, if you want,” you say.
“W-Well… I- Uh, do you want me to…?”
“I do, Credence.”
You sit on his lap, feeling his hard manhood underneath your folds. You
bite your lip to prevent a moan from escaping. Credence sits up, and his hands
go behind your back.
You lean your head against his shoulder as he attempts on unclasping
your bra. After a few attempts, he looks flustered; embarrassed that he cannot
do such a simple task.
“Here, here, let me help you,” you say as your hands go to your back,
and unclasp it in one swift motion. “It’s okay Credence,” you say, pecking his
lips. “I usually can’t do it too.”
You slide off the straps from your shoulder, and Credence holds his
breath when he sees you do it. He darts his face to the side, obviously
embarrassed at the sight, yet curious of you.
“Don’t be shy Credence,” you say. You take his hand and bring it to your
breasts, and when you do so, you feel his cock twitching inside of his trousers.
His breath hitches on his throat, and he looks at you with a bright, red face.
“It’s okay, I will not be angry. You can touch the other if you want to.”
He realizes the fact that if his mother knows, the amount of punishment he
will receive might kill him. Lust is one of forbidden things in the house of
Barebone. But with you, someone he loves and trusts, he can’t help it.
Credence shakily raise his hands to the other breast, and you sigh when
his cold hands comes in contact with your breast. Your nipple gets hard, and he
fiddles it between his fingers, curiosity plastered on his face. You whimper
when he does so, and Credence, satisfied with the sound you made, does it
harder to the other one.
“A-Ah! Credence! I- Ah!”
He remains silent and experimentally licks your nipples, and begins
sucking it with his mouth. You gasp again at his newfound confidence, and
tangle your fingers in his hair. He keeps sucking, licking, and biting, while playing
with your other one, playing it like a toy.
You pull his head back, tearing his mouth from your nipple, and kiss the
base of his neck. You leave butterfly kisses from the base of his neck, up to
his earlobe. You also constantly licks his neck, and he moans when you do so.
He lifts you briefly, and puts you down beneath him, as his hand goes to
the back of your waist, pulling the string of the corset. He takes it off
carefully, releasing you from the tightness of the corset. Credence then looks
at you, unsure what to do.
“T-Take my panties off,” you say breathily.
He obeys, and he pulls down your panties slowly, with both of his hands.
You shudder when your wet folds meet the cold air, and Credence seems to be in
awe seeing your naked body.
“Now… Y-You can try anything you want…”
He looks up, surprised. “A-Are you sure…? What if I hurt you…?”
“I will speak if it hurts… For now… I want you to do what you want,” you
Credence breathes in, and he begins his exploration of your body,
slowly. He moves backwards, to the edge of the bed, and starts from your feet.
He kisses your ankle, and then trails more kisses to your knees, all the while
worshipping your body. Not to mention his long, slender fingers who caress your
“You’re so beautiful… Like a goddess… My savior…”
He moves higher, to the insides of your thigh. You’re extremely
sensitive in the area, and with every kisses he gives, your breathing turns
“Oh my God, ah!”
“A light in the darkness…” You cover your face with your hands, ashamed
of the expression you make.
“My sweet, my love… Please…” he says, uncovering your face by taking
your hands in his, and he kisses your knuckles the way you did. “There’s no
need to be ashamed of…” Even though his words are thick with adoration and
honey, you still feel the fear and the nervousness in his voice. You make no
comment on this though.
He hesitantly spreads your legs, and dips his head in between. He licks
the wet folds, and your hands immediately grasp the sheets. You thrust your
hips upwards, and he takes the pleasure to another level. Credence, with less
nervousness, starts lapping your cunt, licking and dipping his tongue inside
“H-Holy shit, Credence! I- I-“
He keeps doing so as he notices the small bud near your cunt, and he
touches the bud with his finger. You gasp again when he does so, and he
replaces his finger with his thumb, and makes a circling motion.
As he picks up the pace, you can feel the tension building in your lower
abdomen. You’re getting close. You just need that push.
“C-Credence- P-put your finger inside of me-“you say shakily.
He conforms and inserts his index and middle finger deeply inside you.
You arch your back and let out a moan. “N-Now, pump it in a-and out.”
He does what you asked him to do, and begin pumping his fingers in and
out of you. Just then, he hits the right spot, and you let out the building
tension. You cum onto his fingers, and he watches in shock.
“Credence… Have- Have you ever done t-this before…?” you ask him as you
hastily pull his face to you. He shakes his head and he welcomes your lips to
his. “Because you’re such a professional in doing that,” you mumble between the
kisses. You wipe his hands with your sheets, and he looks in wonder.
“Now,” you begin, switching places with him, where he’s beneath you this
time. “Your turn.”
You pull down his trousers and his briefs forcefully, letting his cock
spring free. He hisses when you do so, the sensitive head wet with precum.
“Getting really excited, aren’t we?” you say as you take his cock in
your hands. You slowly pump his manhood from the base, and he throws his head
back, moaning your name as well as enjoying the feeling.
You take the cock into your mouth, and begin licking his head
feverishly. The salty taste fills your mouth, and you hollow your mouth and
suck it harder. Then, you take all of him inside of your mouth, only to be able
to take 2/3 of it because of the length of his member. You bob your head up and
down, and he keeps groaning and grunting your name.
Once you feel you’ve built enough tension, you suck his head hardly,
while you pump his base with your hands.
“[N-Name], I- I- Aaah!!”
With a scream, he shots his cum into your mouth, and you take it
generously. You gulp down the salty liquid, and wipe the spilled cum on your
hands and mouth. Credence looks at you in disbelief, with lust and love shining
from his eyes.
“Now… To the main course…” you say to him. Your hand goes to his now
soft cock, giving it a few pumps. Slowly, Credence’s cock is getting hard
“Credence,” you call his name. He looks at you.
“I love you,” you smile. He smiles back, and says, “I love you too.”
“Oh, by the way, can you um… Take the small pink box there?” you ask
him. He glances to your bedside, before digging into the cupboard, and take the
requested box. He gives to you, and you take out a condom, and toss the box
You rip the foil in your hand,
and put on the condom on his cock. Then, you position yourself on his manhood,
before easing yourself slowly. He groans when you envelope his dick in your
cunt, your walls tightening around him.
You move sensually, feeling his dick inside of you, stretching your
walls. You begin moving, thrusting your hips, and riding his cock at the same
time. He thrusts up every time you thrust down, deepening the sensation,
expanding the range of his cock inside of you.
Credence feels he’s losing control of the darkness over the sensation,
and he’s gritting his teeth as he tries so hard not to. Black smoke starts to
emanate from him, filling the room. You notice this, and encourage him to be in
control. You lean to his ear.
“Let go, Credence. Be in control… Dominate me.”
Your words were like a switch to him. In an instant, he flipped you over
without taking his dick out of you. With you now beneath him again, he pins
your hand to the sides. He slowly let some of the black smoke out of him, but
not completely that he loses his body. He suddenly thrusts forcefully into you,
making you cry in pleasure.
He keeps thrusting hard, and with each thrust, the smoke seems to move
on its own, matching Credence’s motions. Your moans and his grunts fill the
room, mixing into one sinful symphony. He bites down onto the nape of your
neck, and you cry out his name. He doesn’t seem to hear, for he has lost
“Credence! Ah! I-I’m going to cum again-“
He replies with a kiss, biting down your lip as he does one last thrust
which sends you over the edge. You come onto his dick, and he comes into the
condom, filling it fully.
As he regains his consciousness, the smoke disappears back into him, and
his body collapses beside yours. You wipe the sweat on his face, kissing him on
“[Name]… D-Did I…?”
“You did, and I thoroughly enjoyed it,” you pause, poking his nose. “Very
much,” you giggle.
He gives you a warm smile, before his looks turn into horror as he
notices the bite mark on the nape of your neck. He apologizes profusely, and
you calm him down by saying it can be healed with magic. Still, he looks
guilty, as if he just accidentally kicked a puppy.
You want to cuddle with him, very much so, but you know your sisters
might come home soon. So with your magic, you clean yourself and Credemce,
clean the room, and get dressed. He looks genuinely exhausted, but you have to
send him home.
As you bid your goodbye to him in the dark alley beside the Second Salem
church, with one last kiss on the lips, you Apparate back to the apartment,
leaving Credence with a mixed feeling of happy and sad.
He will sure to be missing you. And he will definitely see you soon. For
he is now certain that he has found a safe place.
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A soft knocking on your door alerted you to the visitor. “Come in.” You called, your tears had dried up and you had begun to look like your normal self again, just didn’t feel like it.
The door opened slowly, revealing Dean with a guilty expression. “Hey Y/n. Listen I’m so sorry about earlier I was just-”
“Tired?” You finished for him, sitting on the edge of your bed. “It’s okay, Cas told me that you have a lot on your mind right now and I understand.”
“Cas?” Dean questioned, glancing around the room for the angel.
You nodded. “Yeah, he left a couple minutes ago. Said he was still looking but that he should find something soon, so I’ll be out of your hair.” You had said it as nonchalantly as you could, though the thought of leaving this place, Sam, Cas, even Dean made your heart ache.
Dean’s face fell and he turned slightly to cough. “Um, yeah, cool. Well, I just wanted to, y’know,” He started backing out of the room. “Make sure you were okay. I’ll uh, see you later.”
And again, you were alone.
“Ugh!” You groaned and fell backwards to lay down. You don’t know what you’d thought would happen. Maybe Dean would say ‘oh no, don’t go I want you here!’ or ‘wait, you can’t leave, I love you’. That second one was far-fetched but once a dean!girl, always a dean!girl. “When did everything become so complicated?”
Another knock came at your half open door and Sam peeked his head in. “Bad time?” He joked before coming to sit next to you on your bed. You sat up and laid a head on his shoulder. “Hi Sam.” You sighed.
“Hi Y/n, first of all, don’t lay on me like that, your hair is still wet.” He pushed your head gently off his shoulder with a laugh. “Second of all, we should probably find you some actual clothes shouldn’t we? Because as adorable as you are in mine, we don’t know how long you’re going to be here for and we should be prepared.”
You nodded hesitantly. “Okay, but I’m not planning on being here too long Sam, just until Cas finds a way to send me back.”
Sam shrugged. “Still, we don’t know how long it will take Cas, could be a couple weeks.”
You winced involuntarily and Sam noticed, giving you a questioning look. “Sorry, don’t get me wrong, I love it here. I love hanging out with you and researching and everything but…”
“What is it Y/n?” He questioned, looking worried.
“I just don’t think Dean wants me here.” You admitted, playing with your hands in your lap.
Sam let out a short laugh. “Oh that’s the problem? Please, Y/n, I sincerely doubt that. Now, get dressed, we’re going shopping.”
Ok, I didn’t mention it but I have a lot of clubs in my game, so I unlocked the Community Centre / Clubhouse.
The idea here is every club gets one of those little.. Apartments? And they “buy” things for it (More like I take money from their funds and edit this lot, so it feels like they are building their club (?))
It took me forever to build this thing but it looks kinda cute so I’m happy with it :>
Also! I’ll be naming my clubs soon (They have generic names like Club A), if any of you know of a good group name generator?