#milton dammers prompts

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Okay, from one of your prompt lists, I matched some characters with words that seemed to fit and you can write whatever you get inspiration for.

Tarantism - the urge to overcome melancholy by dancing with Crawford Tillinghast. I just wanna dance with him.

Grapholagnia - the urge to stare at obscene pictures with Marty (maybe like at a fancy art museum they get dragged to by friends and Marty is absolutely baked and reader is trying not to die laughing at his observations?)

Concilliabule - a secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot with Ash Williams.

Druxy - something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside with Amanda Young (oh the angst possibilities)

Ayurnamat - the philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed with Herbert (he seems like a bitch who can hold a grudge for decades)

Mamihlapinatapei - the look between 2 people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move with Milton Dammers?

(sorry i couldn't write Crawford, my brain just wouldn't so after a month, i gave up. and the Milton one just made me so sad that i wound up crying, so i'm saving that for when i'm in a better place)

Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

Herbert West (oops, i went in a different direction, sorry!)

It’s only a small setback. There is no use in getting upset over this because it’s already happened. Unlike Dan, Herbert is not the sort of bemoan not being able to go back in time. Even if such a thing were possible, he wouldn’t bother with it. Not when he has the tools to move forward.

Dead weight is not easy to move alone, but Herbert has had plenty of practice. He manages to maneuver your body onto the lab table, your head thunking against the cold metal. Hopefully that won't cause any issues upon reanimation.

It happened quickly. Considering the rampage that had led to your death, it had been painless as well. Just a fall in the wrong way. Herbert had lost control of an experiment and your attempts to stop it had led to your own end. Led to him having a fresh specimen, one of the freshest he’s ever had. He can save you. There’s no brain damage, you’re still warm as he lifts your head to sedation.

“Do not fret,” he mutters, as if you can still hear him, as he preps the syringe. He can calculate the dosage in seconds now, no longer wasting precious time trying to figure it out. You don't need much, not as much as the dosage he had given to the thing that killed you. It would rot and you would thrive. “It will be as if none of this ever happened.”

Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.

Amanda Young

It was love at first sight.

She was leaning against the brick wall near the free clinic, watching people come and go. You had noticed her when you had gone in to get your shoulder checked and she had still been there when you had left. Something about her drew you to her, made you walk over to her and ask if she had a lighter.

“Those things will kill you, you know,” Amanda had said when you had lit up, needing a smoke after the week you’d had.

“Hey, if you were the last thing I saw before I died, I’d die happy.” You try to play it cool, ripping off a line from a movie you saw once. If she realizes your stupid pickup line isn’t original, she doesn’t let on. She smiles, as if she thinks you’re actually charming or something like that.

It’s great at first. It’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you and you wonder how you got so lucky. Amanda is perfect at first, it’s the best two weeks of your life. You don’t ask about the scars because you have a few of your own and she’ll tell you when she’s ready. When you find out about what happened to her, you just hold her in response and tell her that everything is going to be okay. That she’s safe, she’s fine. You stay up all night after nightmares, you make sure she eats and sleeps, it’s a lot but you do it because you love her.

The darkness starts to seep in. Sometimes she sees someone, maybe in person, maybe on TV, and she gets this look in her eyes. It’s darker than disdain, it’s almost loathing. You’d consider it loathing if she knew them, but she never does. It sends a chill down your spine when you see that look and you wonder. You wonder if Jigsaw got under her skin. If this is how she copes, by seeing people the way he sees them.

But sometimes she’s happy, she’s wonderful and you ignore the little things. The dark looks. The long nights out.

The blood on her shoes.

Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.

Ash Williams

The supply closet doesn’t lock from the inside but a broom handle jammed in the right place would do the job just fine.

“Come on, baby, it’ll be fun.”

You roll your eyes and brush your lips against Ash’s. There’s a bucket handle digging into your back but it’s hard to care about that when his hands have somehow made their way into your hair, your scrunchie on the floor. It’s gonna be covered in debris but you’ll survive. Ash’s mouth on your neck more than makes up for it.

“We have another three hours on our shift.”

“That’s why I’m going to start a little fire in the ladies room.”

You blink rapidly a few times, trying to process what he said. “A what in the where?”

“It’ll only be in the trash can, baby. And then you and me can head outta town for the weekend.” Ash is smirking, you can fucking hear it in his voice. “It’ll be great. I know a place off the highway with free cable and a vibrating bed.”

You laugh and kiss him on the cheek. “Let me do it. They’ll wonder why you’re in the ladies room.”

Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.

Marty Mikalski

“Are you guys stoned at The Met?”

Curt sounds somewhere between amused and appalled. They had been able to get free entry because Holden knew a guy who knew a guy, it was a whole series of deals but it worked out in the end. The two of you had taken some gummies just before getting on the subway, timing it just right so it would hit when you were already at the museum.

Marty felt light as a feather, you felt like there were rocks in your legs, so it made sense to lean on each other as you stood in front of the largest painting of a naked woman either of you had ever seen.

“That’s inconsequential,” Marty brushes off the question, even though it’s obvious to anyone that knows either of you. “We’ve been hypnotized by this magnificent work of art.”

You lean forward and need a moment to actually read the plaque under it. ​​“Le Ravissement de Psyche,” you manage to say, giggling at nothing, except for maybe it’s French. “The Rapture of Psyche.” You feel weirdly proud of yourself, your head going back on Marty’s shoulder.

Curt looks at the sight of the two of you standing there, eyes on the painting instead of each other and he smirks. “You guys gonna look at anything else.”

Marty, his nose full of your shampoo and the weight of your head on his shoulder, just shook his head. “I think we’re right where we need to be.”

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Milton Dammers

The Frighteners

S/o who is non binary and emo/alt

Milton Dammers Headcanon: S/o with tattoos and piercings

Milton Dammers x reader

Milton Dammers Headcanon: Motherly type s/o

Milton Dammers Prompts: Stealing his sweater

Milton Dammers Hcs: Calling his s/o beautiful for the first time

Milton Prompts: Helping reader with mental issues

Have power over me

Milton with a shy s/o

Milton w/ Bodyworship Hcs

How he reacts to his s/o collecting barbies/dolls

He reacts to his s/o being quiet while in bed Headcanon

NSFW prompt

Only for you

S/o who is taller then him and protective

There for you

S/o react to Milton being a ghost

NSFW Headcanon

Fluff Headcanon

Standing up for Milton

How he reacts to cute and cheesy nicknames

Milton with a touchy-feely s/o

Soft Headcanon

How you meet

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

First Kiss Headcannons: All Characters!

(none of these pictures are mine)

i’m sorry these took so fucking long to finish-

Herbert West:

-This was most certainly not planned, and this was definitely Herbert’s first kiss. He had just made a pretty fucking important discovery regarding his little hobby and he just couldn’t contain his excitement. He bolted up the stairs and straight to you, giving you a quick kiss on the lips

-Herbert’s kisses are very sloppy at first, but he’ll get the hang of it eventually. He isn’t quite sure what to do with his hands so they’ll probably just be fluttering all over you. They go from cupping your cheeks, to holding your jaw, to around your shoulders, running down your arms and eventually ending up holding your waist

-After he pulled away from you Herbert will be talking a mile a minute about whatever he had found in the lab, up until he realized what he had just done. He’ll stop talking immediately, a dark shade of pink creeping up his neck and into his face. He’ll probably just walk away and back into the basement before coming up again and giving you a real kiss

Dan Cain:

-Dan thought that the cutest way to have your first kiss would be after a very special date. It was your one month anniversary and Dan was dropping you back off at your house. After walking you to your front door, he leaned in for a kiss

-Daniel wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s a very emotional man, and his kisses are very emotional as well. Whatever he is feeling, you can feel it in the kiss. Almost all of the kisses he gives you are full of unconditional love. They’re so sweet and every single time they leave you breathless 

-When he finally pulls away, he gives you the same charming smile you fell in love with while he catches his breath. After giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, you ruffle his hair and walk into your home

Megan Halsey:

-Another day, another incident where Hill freaked the actual fuck out of Megan. It was yet another dumbass dinner that her dad invited Carl (ew) to, so she had nowhere else to go but your place to escape the scary old man. Understandably, your Meg arrived to your front door in tears (do i get unreasonably scared and teary eyed when old men objectify me? maybe. am i self projecting? also maybe.) Pulling her inside, you gave her a soft kiss to calm her down and hopefully get her in a better head-space

-Has the softest kisses of the bunch (except for maybe Crawford but still). Meg will lace her fingers together behind your neck and kiss the corners of your mouth before getting to your actual lips. Every single one of her kisses, no matter what kind of mood she’s in, is always filled with love (just like her)

-After Megan had calmed down and explained what had happened (you were understandably angry and disgusted with Hill) you set up the most comfortable spot on the couch and popped in a rom-com to cheer her up. The entire time, you two cuddled and exchanged small kisses until you fell asleep

Crawford Tillinghast:

-This event was either planned or it was completely by surprise. Maybe Crawford had set up a cute little romantic evening, all coming to a close with your first kiss with him or he just got way to excited about something and just went for it during the heat of the moment

-Crawford’s kisses are very slow and soft but very passionate. He’s not the best with words, so he relies on actions to speak for him. He’ll cup your jaw and keep a hand on your hip while you have your arms wrapped around his neck

-He’ll either smile the softest, most loving smile you have ever seen on a man’s face or he will start apologizing so much and so fast you can barely make out the words (you’ll have to shut him up with another kiss) depending on what prompted the smooching

Katherine McMichaels:

-Lovely, darling Katherine was overworking herself again and you were having absolutely none of it. She was too tired to hold a pen properly, so you had to guide her out of the in-house office and to your shared bedroom. After tucking her in Katherine pulled you down for a quick kiss, mumbling a goodnight before she passed out

-I headcannon Katherine as a very hard worker considering she’s a female doctor in the 80′s, so she’s almost always pretty busy keeping up with paperwork and such. Her kisses are usually in passing and pretty quick, but when she does finally get time to relax (or you make her take a break) she’ll savor each and every kiss being given (sweet babey 😌)

-While you two were eating breakfast the next morning, Katherine asked if you had actually kissed or if she was dreaming. After explaining that yes, Katherine, you really did kiss me she just pulled you in for another (much less sleepy) kiss :)

Bubba Brownlee:

-With being a police officer and all, Bubba’s job does come with some level of risk so when you got a call from the hospital that he had to stay for the night, you rushed over immediately. Apparently your darling boyfriend had gotten caught in a shoot out, thankfully only catching a bullet to the shoulder and his leg, but it still worried you immensely. As soon as you walked into his room, you pulled him in for a kiss

-Tall man has to lean down A LOT (or lean up a little bit for those of you taller than 6′5, i see you tall kings, queens, and other assorted royalty) so Bubba might just pick you right the fuck up when he is in need of smooches. His kisses are very smiley, every single time he kisses you it’s always broken by him smiling and laughing to himself. He’s just so happy with you, baby!!!

-As stated above, your unexpected smooching was broken by his (award winning) smile. He pulled you in for a careful hug and apologized for worrying you. The entire time Bubba was awake he was giving you little kisses all around your face, but he eventually fell asleep which caused you to stay the night in the hospital as well

Milton Dammers:

-Milton was resting his head on your shoulder like he always does and today he was feeling a little bit more confident than usual. He tilted his head up, meaning to give you a little kiss on the cheek, but he had caught your lips instead after your turned your head to look at him

-Milton’s kisses are very soft and VERY hesitant. No matter how far into the relationship you guys are, he’ll always handle you like you’re made of glass. He just loves you so much, he doesn’t want to hurt you (a soft man deserves some soft kisses god damn it)

-Oh god oh fuck what has he done. Immediately after realizing he missed your cheek, Milton would yell out an apology and basically run into the other room. He’d probably cry, not because the thought of kissing you was disgusting to him, but because he was afraid you’d hate him for it. Just approach him calmly and explain that everything was okay and that you didn’t hate him

Ash Williams:

-A deadite had broken through the backdoor while you were in the kitchen getting a snack and Ash was waiting on the couch watching a movie. Said movie was of the horror genre and the volume was cranked up pretty loud, so Ash didn’t really notice that your screaming was coming from the other room and not the TV. After killing the deadite and making sure you weren’t hurt, he just smashed his face onto yours

-Ash’s kisses really just depend on how he’s feeling. When he’s jealous, they’re rough and possessive and when he’s in a better mood, they’re still kinda rough but not nearly as possessive. But when’s he’s sad/upset? oh man, these are the rare times Ash doesn’t almost break your skull with the sheer force of his kisses, so cherish that while it lasts (which hopefully doesn’t last long, make your boy happy again god damn it-)

-When he pulled away from you, Ash held you to his chest (even though it was covered in blood) and started crying while rattling out apology after apology. When he finally lets you go, you’re probably gonna have to hold him as well ‘cause he’s still sobbing (you’re gonna be on a blood stained kitchen floor for a while man)

[herbertwest]

Writing prompt: Milton Dammers goes to IHOP.

Here. This was it. Milton Dammers was about to be initiated into a cult, the notorious Pan Kaches. They were one of those cults that worshipped the god Pan, he who lurks behind the veil. He had been training for months, gone through one ritual after another to prove himself worthy. He had new scars now, marking him as one of their own.

He had been initiated in woods, in caves, in graveyards, in abandoned hospitals, in farmhouses, but this was different. This was very different. On this February 27th he was to be initiated…at IHOP.

He scratched his finger nervously on the formica table. For the thousandth time he found himself missing his nipples. It wasn’t the time for that. He had to focus. His contact slid into the booth across from him. It was a man with wild eyes, eyes that had seen things mankind was not supposed to. “Are you ready?” he said.“Yes,” said Milton.“Good,” said the man, and gestured to the waitress. “Give him the Kaches Stack.” He turned to Milton. “Chocolate or blueberry?”“Chocolate,” whispered Milton.“And make those chocolate,” the man said to the waitress.“Right away,” she said.Milton sipped at his water anxiously. Before long the pancakes arrived.It was a twelve pancake stack, smothered in butter, syrup, strawberry sauce, and whipped cream.“Eat up,” said the cultist. “If you finish it all you’ll see Pan. And then we can truly begin.”Milton took a bite. It was horrible. The thought of what lay at the end was even worse. But he knew his job, he was good at his job, and he would do his job. He took another bite. Pan awaited.

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Who I Write For

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers (OG and RZ)

Thomas Hewitt

Carrie White

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Herbert West

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Crawford Tillinghast

Leslie Vernon

Marty Mikalski (from The Cabin in the Woods)

Milton Dammers

Ash Williams

Peter Strahm

Amanda Young

Also, if someone isn’t on the list, ask me and I’ll see what I can do.

What I Write

Headcanons

Scenarios/imagines/fics

Those alphabet meme things

Short fics

Probably other stuff

If I reblog one of those prompt lists, something off that. If you see one of those and it looks cool, send it my way!

Both SFW and NSFW things

Age gaps are fine, as long as all characters are over 18.

Here is a link to my rules re: ‘spicy’ material

Here is a link to the tag on my blog that’s for prompt lists I love. If you send in a request for one of those, please specify the list. 

Also, very important: this is a blog where by default, the reader is not white. Why? Because I am a human smoothie and this is my blog.

What I Won’t Write

Eating disorder or body image related requests (due to being in recovery in regards to something in that department)

If a request is very, very specific may take some time to write due to me trying to fit everything into the piece.

Anything to do with/related to clowns. Why? Because I hate them.

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noncon november part two

Prompts: Ritual, Somnophilia Keywords: Delirium, Worship, Teeth

prompt post

Milton Dammers

third person reader, femme!reader, poc!reader. this is non-con, so read at your own risk. they have been drugged and are doing it as part of a cult's ritual, not because they really desire each other

The elixir they had given Milton had been thick as he had swallowed it. The bitter., earthy taste still lingers in the back of his throat as he approaches the altar. He’s only been in The First Paragons for a few weeks, but after over a decade of this work, he’s able to work his way into their leader’s good graces. He was invited to partake in one of their most sacred rituals, the Laying of the Flesh.

It started with a dinner, the dessert being how they decided who got the honor. A bastardization of the baby inside a cake during Mardi Gras, only it was a tiny version of the cult’s symbol inside of the cake. One was served to the men, one to the women. Whoever got the symbol in their slice were to have intercourse on the altar, with the other high ranking members watching. Much to his dismay, Milton’s fork had hit plastic and his stomach had dropped. It was going to be him, just like it had been with several groups before and likely many groups after.

Everyone got a new name once they reached this level. They called the woman who had been granted this dubious honor ‘Sister Starlight’ and unlike some of the others, he didn’t know her real name. She was already splayed across the altar as he approached, her eyes half closed, lips parted as she stared right at him, as if truly seeing the man standing in front of her.

The room seems to warp for a moment and Milton wobbles, his hand shooting out to hold onto the edge of the altar. Everything is spinning and her mouth moves, but if she speaks, he doesn't hear it. He sees instead, he sees vines spill from her lips, as if growing out of the earth her skin reminds him of. She sits up, leaving a trail of light and stars as she raises her hand to beckon him to her. But then he blinks and she’s still on her back, the room still only lit by candles.

In his delirium, Milton just falls on her for a moment, her eyes finally focusing as his weight settles on her. The others are pulling at his clothes and he tenses, barely able to stay in this persona. The man he’s supposed to be wouldn’t be fighting them off. He would be honored to have been chosen by The Divine to mate with the woman chosen for him. They see the scars on him, but no one reacts. Or maybe they do and the haze that the elixir brings keeps him from noticing.

She’s still staring at him, a hand reaching out to touch his face. Her fingers ghost over his cheek and he flinches at the gentleness. He’s tasked with removing her dress, simple white linen that is crumpled on the floor within moments, but he doesn’t remember taking it off. But he must have, because it’s part of the ceremony. He has to unwrap her, to present her to their god.

Milton grazes his mouth against the corner of hers, gripping her hips to steady himself. He can feel her heart beating, it’s not quite in sync with his. Her eyes are dark voids as her gaze bores into his. Her legs twitch and he instinctively reaches out to steady them.

A whisper that sounds both ancient and new comes from her lips but he doesn’t see them more in the darkness. “It’s alright, Milton.” Her voice is gentle, the tips of her fingers are warm as she touches his cheek again. This time, he doesn’t flinch. No one else can hear her and he knows he should be afraid, wonder how she knows his real name. But all he can do is look at her, into those eyes that make him feel warm and good. It may just be the elixir, but it feels real all the same.

His mouth drops to her neck, teeth scraping her flesh as he readies himself for the act. She tastes sweet, he worships her flesh with his mouth, every part of it paying tribute to her neck, her clavicle, they stop right above the swell of her chest. Her legs fall open even more, his eyes go to the apex of her thighs. “It’s okay,” she murmurs as he readies himself to enter her.

All he can do is say that he’s sorry.

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an assortment of prompts your heart is beating so fast right now

Milton Dammers

Contains: third person reader. Psychic!reader. Mentions of dubcon because Milton’s backstory.

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“Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

It’s a simple statement. A fact that Milton can’t dispute. Not when she’s looking right at him, unable to hide the concern on her face. “We don’t have to-.”

In response, he holds up a gloved hand, shaking his head. “No need for that. I do not need to be coddled.”

“That’s not what I’m doing, Agent Dammers. I know better than to even try that with you.” She smiles slightly. It had always been clear, from the very beginning, that he was not to be pitied. He wouldn’t accept that sort of softness and she wasn’t going to press it. She knew better than that.

They had met through work. A serial killer with occult ties in Louisiana, right in the middle of swamp country. The police force had been desperate. They had called in the feds and a psychic. Milton was the former. She was the latter. They had worked together, the case had been closed in less than two weeks. It didn’t seem like a long time, but with all the late hours they had worked together, they had formed some sort of bond. Enough for them to be happy to see each other when they encountered each other again. And then every time after that.

Now they were here, alone in his hotel room, trying to find the courage for the next step. For them to finally seal the deal to whatever this is.

“It’s been a long time for you. The real you. Not all the people you’ve pretended to be. If it’s ever been…you doing those things.” She just knows things and she won’t say it, but she knows that what she’s saying is true. That it’s never been Milton having sex, it’s always been whoever he was pretending to be. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

Knowing what he wants without needing to ask makes this easier. Milton has never been able to say what he wants, this is usually something that just happens to him. It’s not something he can control, not until right now. She usually stays out of his head, per his request. Well, demand. But now. He’s letting her in, letting her know what he wants.

His clothes will stay on. It’s required and she’s more than okay with that. There have been hints, before he had been able to shut her out. She doesn’t know the details and maybe she never will. But what she knows is enough to let him take control of the situation, let him undress her, devour her with his eyes. He doesn’t touch her at first, merely observing, taking her in.

“I don’t think I can…” Milton’s voice is pained. “I want to but I can’t.”

“There are other things we can do.” She’s on her knees before he can blink, looking up at him with those doe eyes. “Your heart is pounding again, Milton. Are you alright with this?” She’s ready to get up, stop this, but his fingers curl into her hair, keeping her in place as his other hand undoes his belt, pulls himself out. He’s half hard, twitching in his hand as he waits for her mouth.

It’s wet, hot, he’s overwhelmed by her almost immediately. The fingers in her hair tighten, he tugs slightly and then it’s over almost as soon as it began. Milton is gasping, still thrusting even after it’s over. His eyes are wet as he pulls her up, not caring that her lips are still wet. “Thank you,” he murmurs against her mouth, not kissing her, not quite. But there will be time for that.

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It is really hard to write smut when I have a headache and both dogs are on the couch with me.

On the docket: Bo Sinclair, Marty Mikalski, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Vincent Sinclair, Milton Dammers, Norman Bates, Leslie Vernon, Michael Myers. Gonna post them three at a time since its all from the same prompt list

[babbling-idiot]

Milton Dammers x reader

Prompts

Requested: "tbh angst prompt #12 on that prompt list you reblogged a little while ago screams Milton to me, so could you perhaps do that prompt with him? thanks" -By Anon

Warning: Angst, talks of self hate? (Also if this kind of thing is happening to you, dont hold it in that literally the worst thing you could do, talk to someone. I love you🙂)

Prompt 

Angst

#12. "Holding everything in doesn't help, you know."

(Hey anon! So, thanks for requesting, haven'tqrote for my boi in a hot second so it was a nice little transfer over. I hope you enjoy this!)

Milton hated talking about his feelings. Anytime an opportunity cane, he would immediately back out and do something else. You knew this was something he didnt talk about and so, when it came down to your own problems, you didnt go to him. In fact you didnt go to anyone.

This was a huge problem. Talking to no one was probably the worse thing you could do. You admitted, this was a issue. But who would listen? No one would care, they'd just nod and shake there head anytime you said anything so why bother. This was something that always stayed with you and you never once let anyone know about it. This was until milton found out.

Like any normal day, milton woke and went to work. It was completely normal until this person, one of your close friends came up to him. "Can I help you?" He would say with a cautious tone to his voice. "Hi, im one of y/ns friends. Your milton right?" They say with hopeful words he just nods his head for them to continue "Ok good. Listen, I know you dont know me but I've known y/n since elementary school, they are my best friends. Sadly as of lately they've been distant and-" "That sounds like you did something to anger them." He says interrupting "No, no, no! Just listen to me. They're not in the right mental space at the moment. They think that no one cares or gives any shit about them. They ain't listening to me and the only person they talk about is you, so please be a fucking good person and go talk to them. Please!" They say yelling now with anger dripping from there words. He sighs and shakes his head, going straight to his car. How bad could it be?

Apparel Milton thought that everything was gonna be fine, but when he arrived he saw nothing of the sort. There use to be a mirror above a table right when youd walk in and sadly now there it was smashed onto the ground and the pieces were everywhere. He was very cautious now, not sure where you were and he hoped that you hadn't done something stupid. He walked into the living room and it looked like someone ransacked your house for goods. He walked up the stairs next, when he reached your room. He could hear the faint sound of sniffling and the occasional hiccup. You inched the door open and finally laid his eyes on your shivering figure on top of the bed. He walked over to the chair that was behind you. You didnt see him but knew he was there. When he sat down, it felt like time slowed down. Not a single word was spoken. The only thing heard was your harsh breathing. "Holding everything in doesn't help, you know." He says picking at his black gloves. You huff out "If only I had someone to talk to. Someone I could trust, that wouldnt tell everyone about what's going on. It's like you cant trust people anymore!" He shakes his head "Though I know what untrustworthy people look like, there are still some good people out there. And the occasional amazing one. Even, The One." He says pressing his lip in a tight line. You turn over and look at him, still on your side. "Well I wish I could find them, there is none in this town. Only two people milton, just two, that's fucking sad isn't it?" He nods his head but this time he grabs the chair and moves it closer to the side of the bed. "That is sad, but the good thing is that you dont have to worry about all these friends and all these people backstabbing you. You have two people that you trust, hang on to them and I'm sure they will hang on to you as well if you let them in. Tell them what's going on with you. You cant just hold things in. If your afraid of judgement just come to me. I'm not the best person to talk to, but I sure as hell will listen. I'm not the most reasonable but I will try my best." He says making sure that you hear every word. "Your one of those people milton." He blinks and breaths in heavily "Well then if you trust me then, dont hold things in. Tell me about everything. From, one negative though or something that made you angry. I dont care, I wanna know. Okay? " You nod and dab your tears streaked face with the tissue you had in hand "Well you sleep and get some rest and I'll go clean up the mess, alright. " you nod again as hes about to exit your room you stop him "Milton, I just wanna say thank you, I'm very lucky to have you in my life. Your amazing, truly." He smiles slightly before brushing it and waves before exiting the room and goes down stairs. He truly was the most amazing person. He had never been one to talk about his own mental problems but when it came to you, it was like a switch was being turned and then he completely there to help you. No matter what. You weren't the lucky one, he was the lucky one to have you in his life.

(Hey again, I hoped you like this sorry if it wasnt that great and that I didnt have it out yesterday I was slackin' but if you did like this remember that requests are always open. Also remember to have an amazing day and please, please stay safe out there in the world!)

[babbling-idiot]

Milton Dammers NSFW prompt

Request: Hello there! Can you write “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?” with Milton Dammers? -By Anon

Warning: Implied NSFW

(Hey anon, so i hope you enjoy this and that everyone else that reads, enjoys. I love my boy Milton, he needs more love. Remember requests are open! )

Today unlike most was your favorite day. No, it wasn't a holiday but it was a day to test how long you could hold out for a while in a workout. Now of course this was voluntary, no one had to do this or was forced, but it was a test, a test you planned on succeeding at. And that you did. You passed the test with flying colors and impressed the people who organized it, which included a big bunch of your bosses and along with an agent from the FBI, whose name is Milton Dammers. You had known Milton for a little while and you both could say you were friends so of course during the exercise he had to act as if he didn't even know you and rate you. But like most, most would be overheated from the said test, sweating like they had just run a marathon in 90-degree weather. Like yourself the sweat only seemed to make everything hotter as it ran down your chest and stomach, making everything so miserable. So as a result of that, you headed inside, seeking a dark room and the cool air from a conditioner, and hopefully, fingers crossed there's a couch. To your surprise, you found just that and flopped onto the couch. As a result of not paying attention, right behind you was Milton himself. Milton would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't like you. You were so carefree, so warm, so caring but also so confident and strong. When Milton was watching your workout, he couldn't help but think of how hot you looked, the way your muscles flexed, and the way the sweat would run down your body, oh how he wished that were his hands. As Milton looks at you yet again, but now standing in the doorway he just couldn't help but let his thoughts run wild again. "Hello, Milton." His eyes go wide at the sudden mention of his name, how did you know he was there, "H-hello Ms. L/n..." You chuckle shortly. It was a wonder to Milton how just the simple sound of your laughing or chuckling could send him to the moon and back. "C-could I get you a-anything?" "No, but I would appreciate the company if you don't mind." You say turning your head towards him noticing the way his breath hitched as you looked him up and down, silently noting how he tried to cover the front of his pants. "Grab a chair if you'd like." He does and makes his way to you. Situating himself almost a few feet away from you. As you lay comfortably on the couch you and Milton made conversation. Talking about all kinds of stuff, mostly work and thing outside of it. But suddenly Milton brings up the workout, Complimenting you on how well you did. You both talked about this for a long while, trying not to notice how worked up he was getting over talking about the said topic. So while in conversation you somehow managed to get into the sitting position, with him on the other side of the couch continuing your conversation. He tried desperately to hide the prominent bulge in his pants. You thought he was nervous any other time, no now he was almost at the point where he could pass out, so now he must try to defuse the situation by leaving. "I-i have...I need to leave.." he says as he gets up but is stopped by you grabbing his wrist. When he looks down at you, all he sees is a smile on your face. You stand up slowly and come face to face with him and getting as close as you can. Immediately you feel something hit your hip, and looking down you laugh. "Well, well Agent Dammers, Is that a gun in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?" You say smiling as you slide your hand up his chest and around his neck, "I-i...I'm so, so-" You kiss him suddenly, only to quiet him "You don't need to be sorry Milton, it's ok." You say now kissing him more passionately, he sighs into the kiss and for the first time in what felt like forever, this felt real.

(Hey again, sorry if this sucked. I hope you enjoyed this in some way? I am trying my best to get better at this. Have a great day today and please be safe out there yall!!)

[deepspacedukat]

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Master Post | ENT Masterlist | SNW Masterlist | TOS Masterlist | TNG Masterlist | DS9 Masterlist | VOY Masterlist | Non-ST Masterlist | Main OC Masterlist | Summer Of Cum 2023 Masterlist |

I’ve only attempted Kinktober once before and uh...I think I managed 4 days. But I don’t have college to contend with this year, so no promises, but we’ll see how this goes. 🤞 I’m using the Kinktober 2022 prompt list found here. Obviously the works below are/will be all smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!

Kinks and relevant info will be included in the listing for each day. All Kinktober works will be cross-posted to my AO3 and will be linked accordingly. Here we go, let’s see if I can do it this year! These will all be ficlets or shorter fics because of the daily writing format, btw!

Day 1: Good Boy Kink: Praise Character: Milton Dammers (The Frighteners) Summary: A small exploration of Milton's praise kink. 

Day 2: Profanity Of Thought Kink: Mutual Masturbation, Psychic Bonds, Formal Wear Character: Vorik (ST:VOY) Summary: Vorik’s mate teases him at a boring diplomatic function, but he doesn’t let her actions go unmatched.

Day 3: Imaginative Kink: Touchless Orgasms Character: Koval (ST:DS9) & Senator Letant (ST:DS9) Summary: Senator Letant promised his lover a surprise. A guest isn't exactly what she expected.

Day 4: Out Of The Frying Pan... Kink: Dominance/Submission, Vehicles Character: Colonel Lovok (ST:DS9) Summary: Reader and Lovok escape from a Dominion prison camp in a small shuttlecraft, but is it all sunshine and rainbows?

Day 5: Treatment Kink: Biting, Aphrodisiacs Character: Vampire!Bochra (ST:TNG) Summary: After the incident at Galorndon Core, one of Enterprise’s nurses attempts to treat Centurion Bochra, only to discover a difference in Romulan physiology.

Day 6: What Do We Say? Kink: Hair-Pulling, Mommy/Daddy Character: Shran (ST:ENT) Summary: Shran gives his lover exactly what she's earned.

Day 7: Appointment Kink: Face-Fucking, Office Sex Character: Velal (ST:DS9) Summary: Senator Cretak’s replacement is much more willing to take what he wants, and that’s the reader on their knees.

Day 8: Gasp Kink: Blindfolds, Breath Play Character: Malcolm Reed (ST:ENT) Summary: Malcolm and his lover try something new.

Day 9: Breeze Kink: Lingerie, Outdoors Character: John Reilly (Castle Freak) Summary: John and the reader enjoy a sunny spring day on the castle grounds.

Day 10: Dream A Little Dream Kink: Wet Dreams, Spreader Bars Character: Jorik (OC) Summary: Jorik has a vivid dream after he forgoes his nightly meditation.

Day 11: Beg For It Kink: Dry Humping, Cumplay Character: Anjohl Tennan (ST:DS9) <- aka Bajoran!Dukat Summary: The reader knows Anjohl Tennan's true identity. Can he convince her not to go straight to Sisko?

Day 12: Business Trip Kink: Phone Sex, Bruises Character: Crawford Tillinghast (From Beyond) Summary: Crawford's girlfriend is out of town on business, and he misses her.

Day 13: A Tight Squeeze Kink: Finger Sucking, Dressing Rooms Character: Garak (ST:DS9) Summary: Garak's lover goes into his shop for a fitting, but after some teasing, she gets much more than her measurements taken.

Day 14: Trepidation Kink: Roleplay, Fear Play Character: Koval (ST:DS9) Summary: He’s the Chairman of the Tal Shiar, and he needs information that only the reader has.

Day 15: Off The Record Kink: On The Floor, Recording, Gloves Character: Milton Dammers (The Frighteners) Summary: Milton’s partner has always had a thing for his gloves. He’s never noticed...until now.

Day 16: Tutoring Kink: Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Boot Licking, Teacher/Student Character: Captain Satelk (ST:TNG) Summary: Having a favorite Cadet was illogical for a seasoned Vulcan Captain like Satelk, but he couldn’t resist. What is the logical course of action, though, when his prized student doesn’t perform as well as she should have on an exam?

Day 17: Canvas Kink: Mirrors, Flogging Character: Weyoun 7 (ST:DS9) Summary: Damar was right. The sixth Weyoun didn’t have the seventh’s appetite for cruelty - a preference which extends to the bedroom.

Day 18: Talented Tongue Kink: Fellatio, Ice Cubes Character: Shran (ST:ENT) Summary: Shran's partner gives him pleasure and experiments with temperature play.

Day 19: You Will Kink: Femsub, Forced Orgasm Character: Tebok (ST:TNG) Summary: Tebok and the reader have a difference of opinion. 

Day 20: Gratis Kink: Clothed Sex, Glory Hole Character: Dukat (ST:DS9), Damar (ST:DS9), Evek (ST:DS9), & Various Unnamed Cardassians Summary: Gul Dukat surprises his lover with something he knows she’ll enjoy.

Day 21: Deduction Kink: Fingering, Partner Swap Character: Data (ST:TNG), Lore (ST:TNG) Summary: Can the reader really tell a difference between Data and his brother? - special dedication too <3

Day 22: Not Until I Say Kink: Creampie, Orgasm Control Character: Letant (ST:DS9) Summary: Letant's lover makes him wait, so he turns the tables. - Also third in the “Senator Letant of Romulus” series (follows “Chin’toka” and “The Return”).

Day 23: The Twins Kink: Spit-roasting Character: Taurik (ST:TNG), Vorik (ST:VOY) Summary: When brothers Taurik and Vorik attempt to flirt with an oblivious human friend, they are forced to make their advances more overt.

Day 24: The Fluke Kink: Accidental Stimulation Character: Herbert West (Re-Animator) Summary: Herbert makes a bad choice, but it ends with an orgasm...so was it really that bad?

Day 25: Talk To Me Kink: Voice Kink, Gags Character: Senator Vreenak (ST:DS9) Summary: Vreenak's lover is enthralled by his voice, and he takes advantage of that.

Day 26: The Cove Kink: Beach Sex Character: Macet (ST:TNG) Summary: Another little glimpse into one of the unseen days on Risa in "Risa Is For Lovers."

Day 27: Release Your Tension Kink: Massages Character: Koss (ST:ENT) Summary: Koss relaxes his wife after a long day.

Day 28: Familiar Kink: Stranger Sex Character: Sarek (ST:TOS) Summary: Sarek knew his pon farr was coming and that if he didn’t seek relief at a center that accommodates such things he would likely claim his human secretary. But is this really the logical solution?

Day 29: Precarious Kink: Lapdance, Kidnapper/Hostage Character: Rekar (ST:VOY) Summary: Stealing the Prometheus was only the beginning for Commander Rekar.

Day 30: On The Job Training Kink: Humiliation, Impact Play Character: Soval (ST:ENT) Summary: Ambassador Soval breaks in a new secretary.

Day 31: Playing At Pon Farr Kink: Writer’s Choice - Kidnapper/Hostage, Breeding Kink Character: Talok (ST:ENT) Summary: Major Talok had an unknowing accomplice, and when it’s time for him to return to Romulus, well...at least he‘s able to bring one prize home if he can’t have the forced Re-Unification he’d hoped for.

[lightofthemoonglow]

Who I Write For

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers (OG and RZ)

Thomas Hewitt

Carrie White

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Herbert West

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Crawford Tillinghast

Leslie Vernon

Marty Mikalski (from The Cabin in the Woods)

Milton Dammers

Ash Williams

Also, if someone isn’t on the list, ask me and I’ll see what I can do.

What I Write

Headcanons

Scenarios/imagines/fics

Those alphabet meme things

Short fics

Probably other stuff

If I reblog one of those prompt lists, something off that. If you see one of those and it looks cool, send it my way!

Both SFW and NSFW things

Age gaps are fine, as long as all characters are over 18.

Here is a link to my rules re: ‘spicy’ material

Here is a link to the tag on my blog that’s for prompt lists I love. If you send in a request for one of those, please specify the list. 

Also, very important: this is a blog where by default, the reader is not white. Why? Because I am a human smoothie and this is my blog.

What I Won’t Write

Eating disorder or body image related requests (due to being in recovery in regards to something in that department)

If a request is very, very specific may take some time to write due to me trying to fit everything into the piece.

Anything to do with/related to clowns. Why? Because I hate them.

[lightofthemoonglow]

I see you put up the smut prompts. You know what I’m gonna ask for. D15 Dom Dammers Gloves

D-Hardcore 15-Prompter’s choice

[prompt list]

“Are you ready?”

Milton asks the same question every time, he always makes sure that you’re ready and willing with every step. You nod, trying not to seem too eager, but inside, everything is racing, your desire threatening to reach a fever pitch.

Two gloved fingers go to your cheek, turning your face towards his. “Use your words,” he instructs, every word crisp and clear.

The feeling of leather on your face makes you shudder and your mouth is suddenly dry. “Yes. I am ready, Agent Dammers.”

The way you say his name and title sends a jolt of arousal through him and Milton draws back, gazing down at your naked form. You’re sprawled out on the bed, not a thing hiding you from him, you’re vulnerable and perfect and all his. And as a man that doesn’t have much that is actually his in his world, Milton treasures what he does have. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching your face as he runs a finger along your thigh.  

The leather is soft, but cool, the dual sensations along your heated flesh making you shiver, a soft whine passing your lips. The gloves are part of the Agent Dammers look, they’re basically the cherry on top. And there is something about him wearing the gloves while he touches you like this, that feeling of leather against skin is deliciously wicked. Maybe because it should be skin against skin, or maybe it’s because this is such a uniquely Milton quality. But the reasons don’t matter, you suppose.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he whispers, looking into your eyes as his hand travels higher up your thigh before moving inward, the tips of his fingers teasing your center. You’re practically aching and when his fingers come away, they’re wet, making the leather shine in the low light of the room. “We’ve just gotten started and you’re so needy already.”

“I just…need you so much,” you manage to get out as you start to squirm, your fingers grasping the sheets desperately as your legs twitch.

“If you clean my gloves of your mess sufficiently, maybe I’ll take care of you the way that you seem to so desperately need.”

“Please let me make it up to you then,” you coo, and he nods. Before his fingers go to your mouth, he caresses your cheek gently, leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead. You smile before your lips part and his fingers slip pass them. As your tongue glides along the leather, you give a bit of suction, mildly mimicking something else you do him with your mouth. It catches Milton off-guard.

Though he regains the upper hand soon enough, his other hand going between your legs and teasing you, making you moan around his fingers and arch your back, legs falling open, inviting him to do as he wished. Because you trusted him and he trusted you and isn’t that all that matters?

[lightofthemoonglow]

Who I Write For

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers (OG and RZ)

Thomas Hewitt

Carrie White

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Herbert West

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Crawford Tillinghast

Leslie Vernon

Marty Mikalski (from The Cabin in the Woods)

Milton Dammers

Also, if someone isn’t on the list, ask me and I’ll see what I can do.

What I Write

Headcanons

Scenarios

Those alphabet meme things

Short fics

Probably other stuff

If I reblog one of those prompt lists, something off that. If you see one of those and it looks cool, send it my way!

Both SFW and NSFW things

Age gaps are fine, as long as all characters are over 18.

Here is a link to my rules re: ‘spicy’ material

Also, very important: this is a blog where by default, the reader is not white. Why? Because I am a human smoothie and this is my blog

What I Won’t Write

Eating disorder or body image related requests (due to being in recovery in regards to something in that department)

If a request is very, very specific may take some time to write due to me trying to fit everything into the piece. 

Anything to do with/related to clowns. Why? Because I hate them. 

[babbling-idiot]

Alright so my writers block is getting the better of me so here is what I'm thinking, I would like it if anyone who wants to request (literally anything) please throw them at me. I would like to write before school starts and I would like yall to use the prompts that I've reblogged and anything you all can think of. Now obviously I'm not trying to force anyone to do anything, I'm just bored and out of ideas.

Here are some people I will take requests for:

Jennifer Check

Colin Gray

Milton Dammers

Herbert West

Jonathan (evil clergyman)

Shepard Lambrick

Aro volturi

Bishop

Dennis Rafkin

Pinhead

Jerry Dandridge

If at anytime you have questions for me or you want to ask something about this then please do not hesitate and/or if you just want to talk, rant, or just say something to me again dont hesitate, I'm here for anyone and everybody.

So other than that have a great day, night, where ever you are in the world and be safe out there!