Father Murphy: mild-mannered human cleric with way too much “holy water”; Agnes Blackwater: elf mage who is antisocial and lives in a bog with cats, and Jitter Bug (”Jitters”): the charismatic half-elf bard who is the son of candle makers.
Perks of being a DM who can draw is doodling the main characters of my D&D campaign.
Warnings: Brief sexual fantasy with brief sacrilege (no need to squint this time - it’s there). A very cruel tease of smut… (I’m so sorry. Okay, not really.)
Word Count: 1198
A/N: Hello hello! So, um, funny story…here’s where things get a bit real. Unfortunately, this particular installment got to where it has to be divided into two installments. So the next part I post, it won’t be an interlude, but a full-blown chapter. And boy oh boy, there will be smut.
Quick reminder for new readers just joining in (hi new readers!): normally, I write fics for Supernatural. However, I’m also a huge fan of WWE and love reading the works of that community as well. After reading some brilliant pieces from - and chatting with - the amazing @devitt-club. I got inspired to write a fic featuring one of my current favorites: Finn Bálor. This fic is starting to grow a bit beyond my control and, quite frankly, I couldn’t be happier.
Apologies in advance because, this being my first foray into WWE fanfic (and alternate universe at that), this will probably suck. Still, it’s worth the risk. ^_^
List 2 #8 for Murphy x reader please? ☺️
Word Count: 1,100
“Fuck Murphy why are we doing this?”
“Because Y/n. You know what happened-”
“Yes but you could be floated. What would I do without my Best friend?”
The boy hesitated, “Probably not get in trouble. Now let’s go. If you’re helping me, then come along. This is your last chance to run off.”
You sighed looking into Murphy’s eyes. “fine fine. Let’s go”
The lighter was loose in your jacket pocket. You and Murphy were sneaking around the almost empty corridors, sometimes having to hide behind walls from guards.
Murphy had hatched the plan almost a week after his mother had died. His father was floated almost a year ago for stealing medicine for his mothers flu. Soon after his mother started drinking, and would sometimes even go so far as beating him, it caught up to her. She had died as well, leaving the last words coming from her mouth as the angry words to her son about how it was his fault that his father died.
Words: 1844 Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Wells x Reader Warnings: Violence, slight cussing. Episode:1x02 Earth Skills
You screamed as loud as possible as John Murphy held you against the fire, threatening to burn you. Sweat trickled down your cheeks, and you whimpered as you could feel the heat against your skin.
Everyone swarmed around you and Murphy, no one doing anything.
“Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it’ll look better if we suffer a little bit first.” Murphy remarked, a smirk clear on his face as he enjoyed your fear.
Warnings: brief sexual content (fantasy), mild language, maybe a little sacrilege (if you squint)
Word Count: 976
A/N: Hello hello! Normally, I write fics for Supernatural. However, I’m also a huge fan of WWE and love reading the works of that community as well. After reading some brilliant pieces from - and chatting with - the amazing @devitt-club, I got inspired to write a fic featuring one of my current favorites: Finn Balor. Apologies in advance because, this being my first foray into WWE fanfic (and alternate universe at that), this will probably suck. Still, it’s worth the risk. ^_^