#prompt9

June of Doom 2025 | 9. Hammer

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“You heard the story, right?” Whumper circled around Whumpee, swinging the hammer playfully. “About the baby goats?”

Whumpee sank deeper into the corner. He didn’t dare to breathe. Didn’t dare to look up.”

“Mother told them not to open the door to strangers. But they didn’t listen. Do you know who was waiting outside?”

Whumpee whimpered, curling in on himself, shoulders hunched like he could somehow disappear into his own body. Every beat of his heart slammed against his ribs, frantic, deafening—a terrified drumroll building toward a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. His breath caught in his throat as Whumper strode closer, his heart hammered faster and faster, so much so Whumpee hoped it might stop and spare him of what was about to come

“A wolf.”

Whumper smiled, his mouth full of sharp teeth. He moved closer to Whumpee, grabbed his wrist and yanked him to the middle of the shed.

Then came the blow, sudden and brutal. Whumpee didn’t even register the swing before agony exploded in his ankle. A white-hot burst of anguish shot through him, short-circuiting his senses. His vision blacked out, then flashed blindingly white as he screamed.

Pain.

This much pain will surely kill him.

“I told you not to run.”

Whumper’s words were in haze.

“I told you there would be consequences—but you had to be just like another baby goat, right?”

Whumpee couldn’t breathe. The pain was overwhelming. Monstrous.

“But we can play this game. Look,” Whumper grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head to the side. “Do you see that box? There’s wolf waiting inside.”

“Please,” Whumpee choked. “No.”

Whumper smiled again, his beastly teeth catching what little light there was . “You should run, little goat.”

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I only took a little part of the prompt, but the story wanted it that way. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3

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Rey never got to hear stories like these before. Poe seeks to correct that. 

(Sorry this one was a little bit later than usual, the prompt queue finished before I noticed it 🙃 Hopefully won’t happen again)

Go forth and Create Fam <3

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“I just don’t know which one to pick!” Nicoletta giggled with absolute joy as she ran her hands over the table laden with bolts of lush, opulent, and expensive fabrics. “Can I have one of each?” She asked teasingly up at the man who stood closely behind her. 

She clasped her hands together seeing the reluctance on his face and pouted. “Please~~?” She begged him. She knew he could afford it, he had been one of Nicky’s longest standing clients and he couldn’t resist showing off how wealthy he was. “I promise I’ll wear them only for you!” Nicky really put on the works for him, shimmying her hips a little, making her small skirt sway back and forth, pressing her arms against the sides of her breasts to make them pop up along the low neckline of her top. He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes with a small indulgent smile and Nicky grinned sweetly as she knew she had him. 

“Four,” he sighed and shook his head, leaning over to kiss the top of hers. “You can have four dresses made, but I get to choose the designs.” 

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Cute dragon/drake under the cut

Kiera screamed as Rin was dragged to the doors leading to a space shuttle. He was panting and Kiera could see his eyes were wandering, like he couldn’t focus on anything. He probably had a concussion. “Please!!” Kiera yelled, “Don’t take him!! Don’t do it!”

The woman in charge of the ship they were on knelt down to grin in Kiera’s face. Kiera shrank into herself a little as the woman sneered. “I have to provide the Lord with something. What am I supposed to do if I don’t take him?”

Kiera froze, the sounds of Rin’s dragging body stopping for a moment. Kiera could hear Anisha’s rattling breath as she lay on the ground, a huge cargo box laying across her legs and lower torso. Laurance was in a sealed container with a clear inspection window, strapped inside against one of the walls. Kiera could hear his heart pounding in his chest, on the right side rather than on the left. 

“Please,” Kiera whispered. “Take me instead.”

“Kara,” Anisha whimpered from where she was pinned.

Kiera closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain in Anisha’s voice. She couldn’t let them take Rin. He would be alone. He would have doubts about whether the others would come for him or not. The whole Cancer Ordeal had made those doubts even worse. It was too soon. Too soon. At least, if she went in his place, he, Laurance, and Anisha would be taken to be the Captain’s personal slaves, and they would be together. But she wouldn’t let Rin be alone.

The Captain smiled and stood up, tapping the gun at her hip. “You’ll do. His magic is…. Probably too complicated for the Lord to truly want. Now that I’m looking at you, your source is much clearer. Yes, you’ll do nicely.” She motioned for the guards to start taking Kiera to the ship. She was shoved past Rin, who lay on the floor, eyes tracking her vaguely as she passed by. She allowed herself a moment to look back at the others. Anisha had finally passed out and Laurance was staring at her, leaning forward as much as his restraints would allow. His eyes were serious and dark. A promise. She would not be alone for long.

She was shoved into the shuttle and strapped down to a seat, handcuffs painfully tight on her wrists. She leaned back, eyelids drooping. It had been such a long day. A painful one too. She tried not to think what the others were going to go through. She tried not to think about what she was going to go through. In the end, she could see Laurance’s eyes in her mind. 

Though they often did not get along, much to the amusement of many, including themselves, she knew he would do anything to protect her, as he would for his wife or his best friend. Kiera turned her head and closed her eyes fully, allowing herself a moment to relax. She didn’t sleep. She had a hard time even in the best of circumstances, but she rested, and played happy memories in her head with Rin. Rin’s shark tooth smile and his bright eyes and his tickly hair. Kiera allowed herself the faintest of smiles as the shuttle sailed through space.

A laugh comes boiling over the edges of both figures as they crash into the wall near the inn room they were head towards, the first proper interruption to the chain of chaotic and sloppy kisses they’d been sharing the whole way up. While Mosh’ka wasn’t nearly toned to the point her huntress friend was, she was more than able to heft up this bubbly blonde midlander and walk them both up from the collection of glasses they’d emptied in the Quicksands over the course the last bell. The effort of course was helped by all four of the smaller woman’s limbs being latched onto the bun, from the legs she was wearing around her waist like a belt on to the two hands pushing up into the mop of brown hair. She’d even managed to find the one spot right at the base of the viera’s ear that was working raw, determined heat into every breath she was able to get between their addled lip-lock. She only spares one hand from her middy companion’s rear long enough to swing the door to her room open and pull the both of them inside, kicking it shut behind on her way to drop her lover of the night directly onto the bed. 

Though she’s got to rebound from a bounce after first landing, there’s swiftly two sets of hands doing everything short of ripping the blonde’s clothing off, or at least enough of it for the two of them to attend to their immediately pressing business. After whipping the smaller figure’s panties across the room, the viera’s immediately got a hold on the midlander’s thighs and gives a firm yank to get very much to that pressing, grinding her own panty-clad groin forward into her drinking buddy’s own. A slow, shoddy mockery of rutting followed with a low, intent-filled bit of throaty giggly seeping out of the bun until the fabric over her cock had grown darkened with dampness amid the teasing. The blonde surges up and grabs the viera by the shoulders, yanking her back into another kiss that still tasted of their drip through the bar’s lower shelves. “Fuck me already before I go insane!”

The request is met immediately with the bun’s teeth snatching her partner’s lower lip, playing up a growl as she drags back off of that grip. A couple of shimmies and a few tugs from one very eager hand and she’s got her underwear far enough down her thighs to let her length flop free, landing with a resounding plap over the middy’s mound. A couple of confident rolls of Mosh’ka’s hips were intended to saw the firm length back and forth for a bit more teasing, but instead had the languid friction of a soft mass of skin dragging upon skin. Those few passes needed a moment to get through the alcoholic fog around her brain so it can start properly looking into the problem. A hand wraps around her frustratingly slumbering member and lifts it up for a couple of tugs, moving on to hold the root and flick that hold and her hips to slap it down over those very patiently waiting lips. Even having been drunk under the table, the blonde was picking up on the signs that something wasn’t quite right. “Is.. are you not..?”

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