#Sheriff brackett fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @lilyevans1, @salemwitch96

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "should i be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? i probably should be, right?"

warnings: fake blood, swearing

AN: this actually does make fake blood and while slightly sticky, you can seriously freak people out. I’ve done it twice and enjoyed every moment of it.

I stood in the kitchen, newspapers spread out and covering just about every surface. The apron I was wearing had splatters of red on it mixed with green and yellow. Frowning, I threw another batch in the garbage can. Grabbing the corn syrup and soap, I set about starting over. I poured in two tablespoons of corn syrup and four drops of soap. Looking at my phone, I added four drops of red food coloring and two drops of green. Two drops of yellow followed and I started to stir it. Adding more food coloring until it reached the color I wanted, I hummed along with the radio. I started to make another batch and cleaned up when I was finished.

I changed into my costume and went back into the kitchen. I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light. Q-tips and Kleenex were spread out on the counter and I got to work right away. I covered half my forehead in fake blood and let it drip down my face. I drew a line across my neck and watched it drip. I smiled and bounced in place as I looked over myself. Adding some blood to my arms, I nodded to myself. “Looks pretty good.” I said to no one. The front door opened and my eyes widened.

“Sweetheart I’m home!” I heard lee call.

“I’m back here lee!” I called back. Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to figure out if I should clean up and change or just leave it. My decision was made for me when Lee appeared in the mirror behind me. His eyes went wide as he looked me over and spun me around to take a closer look.

“what the fuck happened?” Lee asked, concern dripping from his tone. I gave him a soft smile.

“I uh…” laughing, I shrugged. “I was playing around with the costume and got a little carried away.” Lees eyes darted over to the sink. He let out a sigh of relief and almost put his head on my shoulder when he remembered the fake blood.

“Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well?” He asked with a laugh. “I probably should be right?” I nodded with a laugh and struck a pose.

“so how do I look?” I asked. Lee smiled at me and shook his head. “It must be good to make you freak out like that.” Lee nodded and put his hands on my shoulders.

“you’re going to give me a heart attack doing this one day sweetheart.” He said with a smile. “But you look good. Downright spooky.” I nodded and smiled back at him.

“good. That’s what I was going for.” I turned back to the sink and started to wash everything off. “Now i just gotta do this again on Halloween and everything will be good.”

“I’ll be working Halloween so I’ll take any calls that you bring in.” Lee said as he leaned against the wall to watch me. “Make sure I’m spending at least part of the day with you.” I smiled at him as I cleaned up.

“sounds like a plan.” I agreed. Lee smiled back and we silently finished cleaning the bathroom.

“just don’t go overboard.” He warned me as we went back to the living room.

“I don’t make any promises lee.” I said with a laugh. “You know that.”

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: periods (smut)

got my period so dragged this out of my drafts because we all know that none of brad's characters would be turned off by a little menstruation. this part is specifically about period sex, part two will be fluff. WARNING for smut, periods and fem!gendered language the parts where i definitely went too far. more notes in tags.

charles lee ray

lives for it

he brings the idea up to you when you start a period one time

has the pretense that he wants to help your cramps but don't be fooled it's just another excuse to get his dick wet

blood really makes this man go feral and your period is no different

seriously

your sheets will be ruined

nothing makes him last like when you're on your period

will do you in every position

(every position)

has absolutely no problem going down on you, eats pussy like a starving man

blood on his hands, his face, your face, your tits, smeared between your thighs, coating his dick

jack dante

also goes a little crazy when you're on your period

doesn't know it helps with cramps but his enthusiasm makes up for it

if you're wearing a tampon as you're about to get busy, he will take it out for you (not to kink shame him but he is too into it)

draws the line at going down on you though

who'd have thought that the man who is hard pressed to take a shower once in a while would be squeamish about eating you out on your period?

bends you over his desk when you give him the go ahead

likes to watch as his dick gets covered in blood

and watches it dribble down your thighs

is more gentle afterwards than usual

i.e. will stay and "cuddle" for a while (like 5 minutes) and doesn't just leave you to do whatever he does

sheriff brackett

his "only" goal is to relieve your cramps

technically he brings it up because you mention you're on and therefore can't do it because guys think it's gross

"you know, sex can help with this sort of thing, and i'd be more than happy to help you out sweetie if you wanted me to"

slow

like really slow

wants you to be relaxed and also doesn't want to hurt you

gets overly protective

will put a towel down because he is sensible

tries not to get any blood on you

because he's a gentleman he wipes his fingers off on the towel before touching your face

missionary because he is soft and wants you to take care of you, leave it all to him

grima wormtongue

thinks period sex means you can't get pregnant (false)

science isn't too set in stone yet in middle earth i guess

also think it helps with cramps (true) so he can pretend he is being helpful but really he is just horny

good luck trying to wash his sheets afterwards because it will be you that has to sneakily wash them in private

missionary because he wants to see your legs spread

(definitely some primal fertility kink thing he has going on with you)

doc cochran

at last, a true man of science

you're the one who brings it up even though he already knows about the benefits re: cramps

but you have to bring up everything re: sex or else he's too polite to do it

when you do bring it up though he is straight on board with the whole thing

will finger you periodically throughout the day to help relieve cramps

which is hotter than it sounds

you lowkey love that he gets all "official doctors advice" on you about it

has you on his lap riding him so he can hold you close

and doesn't ruin the bed

he totally coddles you

"do you feel better now?" "sure i do, doc"

definitely not just your cramps that are better either

tommy ludlow

you're the one who brings it up to him saying that it helps with cramps

very happy you brought it up because he didn't want to be insensitive and ask to fuck while you were on

but you are more than up for it

which is good for him because he is always down to fuck

happy that there's not a week in the month that you two can't fuck

will put a towel down because he's not actually into the blood aspect

actually was sort of surprised a how good it felt when you were so much warmer and wetter

leo nova

doesn't have the pretense of helping with cramps because he is mean and doesn't care

like charles he just wants to get his dick wet

doesn't put a towel down but is still the one to complain that the sheets are ruined

will cuddle for a bit afterwards because he's not a total monster

secretly loves how much more sensitive you are

(makes you squeal)

"you're like a bitch in heat like this"

can do less work for more reward

tucker cleveland

doesn't have a thing for blood specifically

but does have a thing for hot, dirty sex

does manual labour for a living so not afraid of being sweaty/bloody/sticky

if he can get you wet and help you out with cramps then he is a happy man

pussy eating pro, especially when on your period when he can get you to make so many more noises

(will also take your tampon out himself because he says it gets you riled up, does more for him though if we're all honest though)

[headoverhiddles]

Oh No, Five-O - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Your friend's dad offers to drive you home.

Notes: I missed our helpless Daddy Brackett 💁 so I wrote this short little smut for him. 

@chari-koopa

"And then she said to me, she told me I'd never get another high kick in again in my life after what I pulled. "What I pulled", like whatever, like it was my fault, bitch."

"Sounds like something she said to me," Lynda huffed, "That old whore's a menace, she shouldn't be in charge of the cheer squad."

Annie shakes her head. "Seriously, she needs to be stopped." The four of you girls walk home, books in your arms, through the crisp fall weather. You love this time of year-- it's October first, which means the first day of Halloween for you. Everyone in town has started putting up their decorations already; Halloween is a big deal in Haddonfield.

A horn honks behind the four of you, and you all turn to see the Sheriff's squad car pulling up to you, Annie's dad inside. You've had a crush on the town Sheriff for a few years now, and now that you'll be off to college soon, you can actually start doing something about it. One last little hurrah before leaving Haddonfield, Lynda had once called it.

"Oh no," you smirk, "Five-O. Nice furry hat, Mr. Brackett."

He gives you a once over, looking over his sunglasses. Then he clears his throat, sliding them back up. "Thank you."

"What's up, dad?" Annie asks, sticking her hands in the pockets of her Letterman jacket. Laurie waves at him.

"I'm on my way home. Anybody want a ride?"  

You're staring at him intently. Your friends all know how this is going to end... at least, how you want it to end.

"I'm the other way," Lynda jerks her thumb the opposite direction, "Besides, bacon-mobiles make me sick." Lynda, who has been most supportive one of this whole endeavor, gives you a sly wink.

"I think I'll just walk home with Laurie," Annie tells her dad, rolling her eyes at you. You give a wave, and push up your boobs as Annie and Laurie make a face at you.

"Hey there sweetie," Brackett says to you as you climb in, and you can tell he's considerably more nervous now. He knows your address, so he starts that way.

"Hey," you say, letting your skirt hike up. He forces himself not to look.

"How's school going?" he asks. Safe subject. That's fine. You cluck your tongue.

"School's fine, Mr. Brackett." You patter your nails up your thigh, as Brackett fiddles with the radio. "Aren't you gonna ask me anything else?"

He regards your uniform, careful not to linger over certain parts of your body. "How's cheerleading?"

You sigh. "Cheerleading is fine." You look out the window, then get an idea. "In fact... I just got out of cheer practice. I had to take a shower, it was so hot out there today. But would you believe it? All the hot water had been turned off! My poor..." You look down at your nipples. "Well, y'know. You should've seen them, sir."

He swallows, keeping his eyes on the road. "That's... awful, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Mm, but that's okay. I think I'll go home and have another shower. A hot shower." You part your legs, letting your hand fall between them casually. "Do you like hot showers, Mr. Brackett? Or are you a... steamy bubble bath type of guy?"

He stutters over his words a little. "I-I do enjoy a nice shower after a long, hard day at work."

"Interesting choice of words," you grin, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second in remorse.

"You know what I'm gonna do in the shower?"

He veers slightly over the lines on the road. "Well, I'd say that's your business hun, not mine--"

"I'm gonna lather up," you begin, despite his attempts, "--let the water drip from my naked body, then I might... mm, I don't know, fool around a little."

He can't breathe. "Uh huh."

"I just hope the neighbors don't hear me," you giggle, "I try to keep quiet. I really do. But when you're picturing what I'm picturing? Gosh... it gets a little difficult sometimes."

He can't help it. He can't fucking help it. "And... what would that be?"

"I'll give you one good guess." You lick your lips, and his pupils dilate.

"Um..."

"Here. Why don't I just show you, sir?" you grin, and he pulls the car over. He clears his throat, taking his hands off the wheel.

"(y/n), I want to let you know, I have too much respect for you to--"

He's silenced as you kiss him, and you climb over to his side. He yelps, quickly doing the seat down in hopes that no one would see.

“Someone’s gonna--”

“Just tell them you’re arresting me for prostitution.”

“I-- what?!”

"Do you want this?" you whisper, leaning down to his lips. Your fingers play with his uniform tie as you feel all the way down. "Do you want me, Mr. Brackett?"

For a second, he looks like a deer caught in headlights, and you almost start to feel bad. Maybe you were freaking the shit out of him. Maybe he legitimately didn't want to fuck you. But then-- He nods hurriedly. Your smirk curls up in relief, and you undo his pants. Lifting up your skirt, you straddle him properly, and move your panties aside. Sheriff Brackett lets out a shaky breath as he looks down. Holding onto your hips for dear life, he helps you sink down onto him, and groans.

"(y/n)..."

"Sheriff," you moan, lips falling open as you ride him, harder with each rocking down of your hips.

"Oh, you're..." his face clenches up, "That's good."

"You like what I'm doing?" you bite your lip.

He nods. "Yeah. I like it."

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" you moan, stroking your splayed palms up your stomach, below your breasts, up and over them. 

"Oh... I... well, to be honest, hun, I never really thought of you this way..." he murmurs, "Really. You're just so..." You lean in close, moaning softly, and he leans up to kiss you. "Persuasive." 

"Oh god," you mumble, "Sir, I'm close."

"C-can I... um, do something?" he asks, a blush spreading across his cheeks. You let out a shaky breath, looking down at him and flipping your hair back. 

"Anything." He flips the two of you so that he's on top, and you clutch his uniformed back as he thrusts hard, picking up the pace. 

"That feel good, sweetie?" he whispers in your ear, and moves one of his hands up to touch your breast gently.

 "Mmm, please, please," you gasp, legs hitting the steering wheel and window. 

"Oh," Brackett murmurs, and holds himself still for a second, closing his eyes. You roll your hips up, and he thrusts in once more before you hit your climax. You chant his name, holding onto him, and he looks down at you in amazement before thrusting a couple times more and pulling out. "Oh, (y/n)," he whispers, and you take him in your hand, pumping until he comes too. 

After a second, he opens his eyes, and the two of you do a dance of limbs to try and get back to your original positions. 

Brackett bashfully hands you your panties, which you had kicked off onto the dashboard. You slide them back up, smiling, and sit back down shotgun. After making sure you both looked presentable and not having just fucked, Brackett starts the engine again, peers around furtively, and starts slowly driving back on course to your house.

 "Don't tell Annie about this," he tells you firmly, lifting a finger off the wheel. You look over to see him panting a little bit, ponytail slightly skewed with some silver hair falling out over his face. You smirk, fixing it as he drives.

"Why? She'll be pissed?"

"No. She'll be disgusted. I'll never hear the goddamn end of it." 

You laugh, and he starts to smile too as he fits his hat and sunglasses back on, shaking his head. "Have a good night, sweetheart," he calls out the window, and you wave back at him, letting your cheer skirt expose the bottom of your ass.

 "I will now."

[glassprism]

Thoughts on the Rob Zombie 'Halloween' remakes, unless someone's asked you that before? I have a weird soft spot for those movies, even though I'm not a big 'Halloween' fan (I think Brad Dourif as Sheriff Brackett has something to do with it), and I'd love to know your thoughts on them!

Nope, I don’t think anybody’s asked me that before! And give me a moment so I can stop myself from writing a five-page essay on the topic...

Anyway, let’s just say that if you’ve taken any sort of a look at my FanFiction page, you’d probably be able to tell that I love the remakes. Yes, they’re a bit trashy; yes, they do remove the mystique of Michael Myers from the first film (though arguably all the sequels starting from the second one have done that); yes, they’re almost unbearably gritty and nihilistic (though I do find that kind of tone actually makes for a mood-lifter on a bad day).

But I actually really liked how different they were from the original, rather than just being a cookie cutter of a remake. I genuinely enjoy that Michael Myers is made more sympathetic, while still being an absolutely dangerous human being, and how his relationship with Laurie is reworked so that he is not out to kill her, but just to reunite with her and be a family again, as twisted as it is. I suppose that is the result of the Phantom-loving side of me coming out, that fascination with a relationship that is dark and murky and obsessively unhealthy. And it was the first Halloween movie I watched, so I suppose it caught hold of me for that reason.

So even though I will totally admit that the original is probably the better movie in terms of story and filmmaking, the remakes just grab me emotionally, and they’re always the ones I find myself rewatching the most.

And yeah, Brad Dourif is great in them, especially in the second. According to the director’s commentary, he really clicked with Rob Zombie on the second film, perhaps because he went into the first just going, “Eh, this is just going to be a dumb thing I’ll do for the money” only to be pleasantly surprised by the actual production, and I think this is reflected when you watch the first and second film together. The level of emotion and weariness he brings to Sheriff Bracket’s character in the second film is incredible to watch, and you absolutely feel the sense of guilt and responsibility weighing him down, and the tragedy of his arc at the end of the director’s cut of Halloween II as basically everyone important to him dies.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @lilyevans1, @salemwitch96

warnings: swearing, reference to smut

Lee forgets to pick up candy and the box of decorations u ordered

“honey I’m home!” Lee called as I closed the oven door.

“in the kitchen Lee!” I called back. I could hear him shuffling through the front hallway. “Annie’s staying at the stroudes for the night so it’s just us!”

“Oh alright.” Lee said, putting a bag down on the counter. “I picked up those movies she wanted. Guess I could drop them off later.”

“you could.” I said as I moved to look through the bag. “Or we could watch them…” I looked over at him with a smirk. Lee rolled his eyes as I laughed.

“no thanks.” He said, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Hi.” He said as he pulled me close.

“hi.” I whispered as I cupped his cheek when he bent down to kiss me. “Mmm you need to shave.” I giggled.

“and get rid of the mustache?” He teased. “Never.” Lee kissed me again. “I thought you liked it.” I gently hit his chest and laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. Lee broke away to look in the oven.

“Lee!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at him. “Did you pick up the candy like I asked?” Lee paused as he reached for a glass. He turned to stare at me, cabinet open behind him.

“candy?” He asked. I nodded.

“and that delivery of decorations at the store? The ones for the haunted house?” I asked as I moved the bag he had brought home off the table. The glass made a noise as it hit the counter. “Lee?” I asked as I turned back around.

“shit.” He muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as he turned away from me. His cheeks were dusted pink. “Fucking hell.” He breathed out. Lee turned back towards me. “Listen, (Y/N), it’s been a long day. Busy. Annie called the station and…”

“Lee.” I laughed as I hugged him.

“I’m sorry sweetie.” He leaned his head against mine. “I’ll go out and get it right now.” I held tight to him as he moved to leave.

“but dinner!” I laughed. “You can go out after.” Lee nodded, tightening his hold on me. “We can go out after dinner. Been a while since we went shopping together.” Lee smiled softly at me.

“maybe we can grab some ice cream or something afterwards.” I nodded as Lee kissed me softly.

“sounds like a plan.”

[writing-good-vibes]

i hope the worst isn't over (part 5)

chucky x f!reader part 5, back at it again because what can i say? charles is inconsiderate but also sexy. WARNING for smut.

“Where’s Chucky? I haven’t seen him recently,” your housemate asked.

“Oh, he’s gone back to Jersey for a few days, visiting some friends,” you replied.

This was a lie. Chucky didn’t have any friends. You didn’t know where Chucky was. You hadn’t seen him in 3 days.

Continuing to eat your dinner, your eyes kept flitting to the window, hoping against all hope he might just stride up the sidewalk and barge in through the front door, complaining that he wanted dinner or wanted to sleep. This was seeming rather unlikely.

After eating, you went back up to bed.

*

The first day Chucky was gone, you didn’t even notice. Well, you did notice, but you didn’t worry. He was out doing… whatever it was he did. He’d done this countless times before, swanning out in the morning, returning the next afternoon like he hadn’t even been away.

The second day was more concerning. Gone two nights in a row? Where would he even stay? He didn’t even like his one friend (acquaintance) that much. Or it didn’t seem like he did, the way he bitched about him.

By day three, you felt the worry settle in your chest and you couldn’t shake it. You waited up as long as you could, way into the early hours, before drifting into a restless sleep.

He’d be home tomorrow. He would.

*

Chucky didn’t come home all week.

You had considered going to the police, reporting him as missing, but he’d be furious. It was his number one rule (amongst many other ‘number one rules’, depending on what lesson he was trying to teach you at the time): NO COPS. EVER.

So you waited. And waited. And waited. For a whole week you paced and fretted and cried yourself to sleep. What if he was dead in a ditch somewhere? Or he’d been caught peddling? Possibly the most worrying (and selfish) thought you had was, what if he’d just walked out on you? He’s completely fine, he’d just got sick of you. Found something – someone – better?

You tried not to think about it.

But that was, of course, impossible. You were always thinking about Chucky.

*

A week since you last saw him, he stumbled in through the front door.

His clothes were rumpled and he was scowling. His hair, longer now that he was growing it out, was windswept and half tangled.

He didn’t speak to you as he barged into your room.

“Chucky!” darting up, you tried to pull him into a hug.

“Don’t start,” he grumbled, ignoring your touch and shrugging off his coat, throwing it over the chair at the desk.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be so short with you, but it was unusual for him to be gone for so long. Of course you were going to be happy to see him after so long, he didn’t have to sound so annoyed about it.

He continued undressing in silence; shoes kicked off by the door, shirt and trousers crumpled on the floor.

“Where have you been?” you asked, tone quiet as not to further annoy him.

“Away.”

“I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” his eyes bored into yours, warning you to keep your mouth shut.

You could read his hints easily, but that didn’t mean you took them. “You’ve been gone for a whole week! I almost called the cops.”

He shot you a warning glance, “You fucking wouldn’t.”

“I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“Look, I’m here, aren’t I? I'm fine. Just, shut the fuck up and quit nagging me.” He threw himself down on the bed, turning his back to you, “Let me fucking sleep.”

“But –,” you lay beside him, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

His own hand shot out, catching your wrist in a harsh grip. “But nothing!”

You shrunk away. No point trying to get any answers out of him when he was in a mood. You’d have to wait till morning, and even then, he was liable not to tell you anything.

Laying on your back, you stared at the ceiling, acutely aware of Chucky beside you. He wasn’t asleep yet. His shoulders were too stiff still, and his breathing was too shallow, because he was only pretending to be peaceful. How ironic, when he usually did everything to show he was the opposite.

For a while you lay there in silence, counting your breaths and feeling a nervous sweat prickle on the back of your neck.

Chuck didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Once his breathing levelled, you chanced reaching out to him again, fingers barely skimming his arm. Lean muscle shifting beneath your fingertips.

“What do you want?”

You bit your lip, considering your answer carefully. “I just want to know you’re okay.”

“I am.”

Both of you remained where you were.

It was difficult, sometimes, living with Chucky. He was moody and unreliable and sometimes it felt like you were living with a disagreeable dog, who could never – would never – fully settle. There was a simmering anger (fear? conflict?) within him that you were still learning to navigate. It crossed your mind, many times, that it was something he himself couldn’t quite control.

Chucky’s movement jolted you from your thoughts, pulling your shirt off, then his weight pressed solidly against you. His willowy hand skimming up your side, over your breasts, to your collar bone, thumb stroking softly. “Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did.”

His eyes were on you, one hand tilting your chin so you would look back at him.

“What did you miss?”

“Everything.”

“Tell me.”

“Everything, I –,” your words caught in your throat as his other hand, the one that wasn’t holding your chin, grazed your nipple. “I missed your complaining.”

He raised an eyebrow, hand pausing over your breast rather than move any further.

“A-And I missed how you always – always have a beer and watch TV with me.”

His hand trailed away from your chest, over your stomach, down beneath the elastic of your panties.

“Fuck, I,” you whined, rolling your hips against his hand, “I missed how you get me off in the mornings, while – while I’m still half asleep.”

He let out a breath, which almost sounded like a laugh.

You were desperate for more. The slick heat building in your core and between your thighs.

Chucky moved quickly but teasingly, the thumb pressing against your clit providing pressure but not the friction you so badly wanted.

You kept talking, “And how, how you make me laugh becau--,” you stuttered as his fingers thrust into you, “because you’re fucking smart when you want to be.”

He kept going, your mumbled and frantic words fuelling his touches.

“And I missed how good you are to me.”

You meant that. Sure, he was inconsiderate and selfish and moody. But he was also passionate and loyal and exciting. And maybe he did leave you floundering when he was gone, but you’d swum hard against the tide to keep up with him, and you didn’t ever want to lose him.

So you listed everything you could think of that you missed about him. From the tiniest smirks he would give you when you were eavesdropping on other couples over dinner, and the presents he got you for every occasion (which he always pulled through on, even if he forgot, it was never too late) and the times you’d caught him asleep during the day, curled up and defenceless in bed because he was safe with you and the proud look (that wasn’t smug, no matter what he said) he had in his eye when he went down on you and the tender looks he gave you while you rode him that he thought you didn’t notice.

You missed everything about him.

At some point, his fingers were replaced with something far more satisfying. He moved lazily inside you, letting you ramble on and on until it was too much to bear.

Quickly, he changed the pace, ploughing into you; kisses sloppy and desperate and needy. You clenched around him locking your ankles behind his back and pulling him into you.

Sweaty and tired, you finished. He groaned into your neck, teeth grazing your flushed skin.

“I missed you too.”

[writing-good-vibes]

BRAD DOURIF MASTERLIST

[masterlist of all BRAD DOURIF character fics !! anything labelled with * has mild to explicit nsfw content and prompt fills may be nsfw but contain the appropriate warnings on their own post]

Charles Lee Ray (Child’s Play (1988)) 

can’t stand to see him walk out the door

i hope the worst isn’t over (part 1)*, (part 2)*, (part 3)*, (part 4)*, (part 5)*

i want blood, guts and chocolate cake *

you can be my daddy *

anytime i know you’re needing *

miscellaneous

vain just like you * – nica!chucky

halloween prompt fills -- (1) (2) (3)

winter prompt fills -- (1) (2)

valentine prompt fills -- (1)

summer prompt fills -- (1) (2) (3)

Jack Dante (Death Machine (1994))

i see you only at night

any way you want it *

that’s the way you need it *

hand in mine, into your icy blues *

not that kinda girl *

boys and their toys

normally we’re making out *

all the other kids (part 1), (part 2), (part 3), (part 4) and (part 5)*

got the room to spare *

valentine prompt fills -- (1) (2)

Tommy Ludlow (The Eyes of Laura Mars (1978))

baby, it’s okay, someday (part 1), (part 2)*, (part 3), (part 4)*, (part 5), (part 6), (part 7)* (part 7: alt ver.), (part 8), (part 9) and (part 10)

alright, hold tight *

halloween prompt fills -- (1)

winter prompt fills -- (1) (2)

valentine prompt fills -- (1)

summer prompt fills -- (1) (2)

Sheriff Brackett (Rob Zombie’s Halloween)

it’s you and me

i waste my time dreaming of you (part 1)*, (part 2)*, (part 3)*, (part 4), (part 5)*

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Happy Halloween! This is the last of the Halloween stories for this year. Thanks to everyone who submitted a request and hope to see you all again soon! Sorry it’s a bit long. But I had to show the sheriff a little love. And I also didn’t mean for it to be so personal to me but it kind of just happened and I’m not sorry for it. Especially since it shows off the sweetness of the character that there was only a glimpse of in Halloween 2

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warnings: none just tooth rotting sweet fluff, minor swearing, possible teasing of brad dourifs accent idk I love his accent but might come off the wrong way, brief spoiler for nightmare on elm street (1984)

I sat on the couch in my costume tapping my foot against the coffee table in annoyance. I knew it was the busiest day of the year and I knew that he would have been asked to stay late but he had promised. Our first Halloween together would not be ruined by sheriff Lee Brackett having to stay at the station. He could patrol the streets in his uniform and collect candy with me while keeping an eye out for crime.

“Hello haddonfield non-emergency.“ the line picked up.

“Hi Linda! It’s (Y/N). Can you transfer me to Lee?” I picked at a loose string on my sleeve while I waited.

”One moment please.” I stood up and made my way to the door as a couple of kids ran up the porch. I greeted them and let them grab some candy from the bowl lee and I had prepared. The phone clicked through as I was waving to their parents.

“Hello sweetie. What’s up?” Lees voice broke through.

“Lee! What are you?” I exclaimed as I closed the door. “You were supposed to be home half an hour ago. Foot patrol remember? And trick or treating with me on our first Halloween?”

“Shit.” It was quiet but I heard him all the same. There was some fumbling in the background which could only be lee preparing to leave.

“language lee.” I giggled. There was a mumbled ‘yeah yeah yeah’ which caused me to laugh more. “So you heading out now?”

“well in about twenty minutes.“ lee said with regret in his voice. I sighed but he cut me off before I could say anything. “Sweetie I know. I know sweetie. I did promise. And I’ll be there. But it’s the…”

”busiest night of the year.” It was his turn to sigh.

“I’m going to hurry. I swear.“ I turned towards the coat closet and grabbed the jacket that went with my costume. “I’ll pass off the paperwork to the deputy and I’ll have Linda deal with anything that comes up. Just give me twenty minutes.“

“you’re lucky I love you.“ I smiled as his laugh came over the line. “See you soon sheriff.”

“see you soon sweetie. Love you too.” The line click off and I picked up the candy bowl. Closing the door behind me and locking it, I set the bowl on the porch next to the little sign lee had made for the trick or treaters. Smiling to myself and I stole a piece, I started the ten minute walk to the station. I waved at all the kids and parents that I saw along the way until I got distracted by the stroude house. “Hi Laurie!“ I called when I saw her sitting on the porch.

“Hey! No sheriff tonight?” She asked as I walked up the walkway.

“Yes and no. He got stuck at the station.“ I leaned against one of the posts on her porch. “I was on my way to meet him.“

“hows it going? Dating the sheriff.” I smiled and scratched the back of my head.

“it’s nice. Nothing to brag about. But I enjoy his company and luckily he enjoys mine.” Laurie nodded along. “What about you? Anyone to call your own yet?” She shook her head before becoming preoccupied with the bowl of candy in her lap. “It’s ok. Someone with come along. They might come along quicker if uou stopped letting Annie set you up on dates that don’t work.” I gently poked lauries side.

“the guys Annie picks aren’t bad. They just don’t want to be involved with someone like me.” Laurie squirmed away from me.

“it’s alright. it takes time for the right one to come along.“ we fell into a comfortable silence. “How are your folks?”

”they’re good. Mom dragged dad to a party so I’m holding down the fort until tommy shows up.” I smiled.

“tell him I said hi.” I reached into my pocket for the spare piece of candy I had. “And give him this. I know he wasn’t happy about having to miss trick or treat this year.“ we both looked up at the car horn that went off. I smiled as I saw lee lean out of the window to wave at us.

“thanks. I know he’ll appreciate it.“ Laurie put the candy in her pocket. “Looks like your ride is here.” I laughed and set off for the sheriff car.

”hey there.” I greeted him as I leaned against the drivers door. “What brings you round here stranger?” Lee shook his head before giving me a peck on the lips.

“I thought you were going to meet me at the house .” He scolded as I got in the car. “Imagine my surprise when I see you hanging out at the stroude house.” I shrugged and settled in as we drove back to my place. I unlocked the door so lee could drop off what he needed to and waited for him to toss his shades on my hall table.

”you ready yet lee? It’s gonna get dark soon and then you won’t even be on duty anymore.“ I was bouncing with excitement. Lee chuckled as he made his way over to me as quickly as possible. I took his hand and pulled his arm over my shoulders.

“you say that as if it’s a bad thing.” I shrugged and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“it wouldn’t be so bad if you werent on duty. More fun that we could get into.” I teased. “But then what kind of example would you be setting for the youth of America?” I giggled as lee steered us in the direction of the school.

“a piss poor one.” I gazed at lee for a second before quickly turning away. “What?”

”nothing. Just admiring the view.” Lee squeezed my shoulder and pulled me closer. “Have I told you how much I love your accent?” There was a pause in our conversation as I pulled him to the side to let kids run past.

“it ain’t an accent.“ lee grumbled. “It’s a drawl.”

“is so.“ I teased back. “and I really do love it. Soothing and sexy all at the same time. It’s perfect.“ lee rolled his eyes as we continued walking down the street. My head was on his shoulder as we continued down the street. Our conversations ranged from everything to nothing. As the night grew colder, lee took off his jacket and put it around me.

“and what if you get cold?” I scolded. Lee shook his head and kissed my temple In response. An hour later we were heading back to my place. I hung our jackets up while lee went to change out of his uniform. While he picked the movie, I changed out of my costume. “What’s you pick?” Lee held his arm up for me to curl into his side.

“a nightmare on elm street.” He pulled me close as the movie started and I wrapped my arms around him.

”my favorite. Good choice.” Lee was warm against me and despite my best efforts I was starting to fall asleep.

“oh shit.” Lees whisper woke me up as he sat up more on the couch. “How can you enjoy this scene that much? I thought you adored this guy.” I blinked to clear my eyes and started to giggle as I watched Johnny depp get pulled into his bed.

“gets better in a second.” Lee glanced at me before muttering an ’oh god’ and covering his mouth. I laughed at his reaction and paused the film. “Too much for you sheriff?” Lee shook his head and took out the film from the player.

“I cant believe that was the scene that made you fall in love with this film. i still can’t believe it.“ I laughed and gathered up the rest of the movies that were sitting on the coffee table.

“lee I was in high school. I had just gotten through a traumatic event and I was looking for a way to cope. That scene,” I paused as I mulled over how much to tell him. “That scene was so ingenious to me that it…it just made me feel like I wasn’t crazy for feeling the way I did. That maybe there was some way for that trauma to be put to good use. Hence why I do so much for Halloween.”

“hence why you go overboard on Halloween you mean.” Lee had a teasing tone to his voice but his tight hug and soft accent told me he was thinking over exactly what had happened to me at a young age. “I understand though. I really do. You had trauma and that fountain of blood helped you work through it.” I melted into lee as he wrapped me up in a hug. His chin rested on the top of my head as I tried to bury my face in his chest. “And as much as I don’t understand why you find that one death more enjoyable than all the others he’s had or can even stomach it myself I’m glad you have something to hold onto the way you do and help you work through what you need to.” I tilted my head up to kiss his jaw.

“thank you.” Lee responded with a kiss before leading me upstairs. It wasn’t until we were curled up against each other in bed that lee finally asked the important question.

“I’m the first to accept that aren’t I?” I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn’t start to cry. When I didn’t respond, he pulled me closer and pressed his lips against my forehead. “So that means I am.“ there was a moment of silence. “I’m sorry no one else ever showed you understanding or compassion about this. I’m always here for you no matter what.” I hugged him tight and nodded against his chest.

“I’m here for you too.” I reminded him.

“one day I’ll tell you about that night. Just like I know one day you’ll tell me about what happened to you. But let’s just enjoy this for now.” Lee whispered. It took a while before he drifted off with whispers of love and promises I hoped he would keep. I drifted off shortly after making one last promise.

“one day.” I whispered as I looked at the picture frame on my nightstand. “One day.”

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i waste my time dreaming of you (part 5)

sheriff brackett x f!reader. finally part 5 is here. what can i say? our sheriff is forever the sweetest man, and he deserves some loving (then again, so do you). WARNING for tasteful nudity followed by shameless smut.

Abandoning what you were doing, you stepped towards the Sheriff.

His lip curled in a smirk. As nervous as you were, you could sense how Lee almost revelled in your moments of confidence.

Closing the distance, you pressed your lips to his, hands splayed on his chest.

Lee’s hands came to rest on your hips as he kissed back.

Lazily you leant against him, his back pressed to the edge of the counter.

How you’d dreamt of days like these. Languorous days alone together with the Sheriff – your Sheriff. Free to while away the hours together, no worries, no commitments.

There was no rush. You knew deep down that the care Lee had shown the night before, with his soft touches and gentle voice, you just knew that would extend to his at-home demeanour.

*

Lee was used to being alone. Sure, he loved Annie more than anything, but as she grew up she spent more and more time away from the house, he spent more and more time trying to occupy himself. And once Annie left for college, well, he’d had to develop a routine of sorts, as best he could. Lunch alone, dinner alone.

Now? Well now he couldn’t believe his luck that he had you to while away his time with. In the most beautiful way possible.

Why have lunch when he could have you? And O how he thanked the lord above that you let him have you. Not that he wouldn’t give himself to you entirely, in return, how he wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you.

*

Gently you pulled away, keeping your eyes fixed on him, “Lunch can wait?”

“Oh, it sure can,” his voice was low.

Taking his hand, you led him back to the living room and, much like the night before, pushed him to sit down before you straddled his lap.

Returning your lips to his, you rocked against him. You could still feel the soreness of your first time, but now the ache of desire was setting in again, fuelling your need to feel the pleasure all over again.

Feeling Lee harden beneath you, you smiled into the kiss.

“We can’t,” he began, though his hands stayed on your hips.

You pulled back slightly, confused, “What?”

“We should – we should go upstairs. If we’re going to… I need to get a condom.”

The tension left your shoulders. “Oh,” you laughed, relieved, “Wait here.”

Quickly, you hopped off his lap, padding away and up the stairs. You went back to Lee’s room and tried to remember which draw he’d got the condom from. They must be in the nightstand, right?

You didn’t want to be nosey, but you couldn’t help it. You rifled through crumpled receipts and ballpoint pens, past a bottle of Advil and a flashlight. Nothing interesting besides the strange thrill you got from being in such proximity to Lee’s personal domain. Beneath all the miscellaneous junk, you found the open box. Taking a condom out, you headed back to the landing.

You paused for a second.

Wait. You had an idea.

You could strip, right here right now. That was sexy, right?

Holding the condom between your teeth, you walked back to Lee’s room and peeled the t-shirt you were wearing off. You folded it haphazardly and left it on the bed, before untying the drawstring of the pyjamas. You left the pyjama bottoms on the bed too, along with your bra.

You left your panties on. Tasteful, you thought.

Taking the condom from between your teeth, you made your way back, once again, to the landing and down the stairs.

When you got back downstairs, you were nervous. Maybe you’d over done it. Maybe you’d just utterly embarrassed yourself.

The glint in Lee’s eyes when he turned to look at you made any fear you had dissolve into nothing. Longing and awe and absolute devotion.

Standing at the foot of the stairs, you smiled at him.

He didn’t speak for a moment, simply looked at you. Then, “Come here, sweetie.”

You smirked, hurrying over to him and sitting happily in his lap, catching him in a kiss. With his one hand on the small of your back to steady you, Lee manoeuvred you onto your back, his warm, soft weight pressing you into the worn leather of the couch.

Deft fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” his words barely audible between kisses peppered on your lips, your cheeks, down your neck. But you latched onto his words as the sweetest validation, as a distraction, almost, so you didn’t feel the stretch of his fingers inside you.

You pulled his pyjamas down enough to take out his dick, hot and heavy in your hand. He reached for the condom, long since discarded on the other side of the couch.

Before long, you could straddle him again.

Nervously, you adjusted your weight and sank down, slowly. The stretch still felt uncomfortable; one time not being enough to get used to the sensation. But in this position, you could rock gently, the pressure on your clit building you up to move faster.

Lee met your lips with his. The hand on the back of your head was firm but not forceful.

You began to pant, hips rocking quickly but shallowly, trying to chase the pleasure without the discomfort of moving too much.

“Baby, you're too good for me,” he groaned, face pressed into your neck. He tightened his hold around your waist.

Nothing was too good for your Sheriff, you thought. He was kind, passionate, witty, sharp as an arrow, handsome as high hell and all yours.

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i waste my time dreaming of you (part 4)

sheriff brackett x f!reader. the awkward morning after chapter. but sheriff is way to nice to let you be worried. WARNING for cringe but nothing else.

The morning light streamed in through the open curtains. A watery light that seemed to move around you.

Squinting tiredly, you froze for a second in this unfamiliar place, until you remembered where you were. Sheriff Brackett’s bed.

You weren’t really sure what to do. This wasn’t a one-night stand, right? You didn’t have to quietly gather your things and politely leave before he woke up. Right?

Shifting to lie on your back, you kept your breathing shallow, as not to wake him before you had fully got your thoughts in check. What were you supposed to do now?

You decided to wait it out. You’d pretend to be asleep until he woke up, and then just roll with it, as though this wasn’t the first time you’d woken up in someone else’s bed, even though he knew full well that it was.

You looked around the room as much as you could without moving too much. There was a stack of folded brown shirts on the chair in the corner. A worn paperback on the night stand. His reading glasses. Two neat stacks of quarters. Alarm clock (10:30 AM). The empty condom wrapper. A framed school picture of Annie.

You looked back at the ceiling.

After a while, you genuinely did almost drift back to sleep, the warmth of the bed and the pale morning light having a lulling effect on you. You were woken again by the Sheriff stirring beside you.

Any confidence you gained last night immediately dissipated. You felt Lee turn over, looking at you.

“Good morning.”

You turned your head, meeting his gaze briefly before looking just over his shoulder instead, “Good morning.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked gently.

“I’m okay.” You felt a little sore, but otherwise, you were fine. You felt sort… liberated? Like a huge weight had been lifted from you. Not because you’d finally had sex, no that was the last thing that mattered, but because you’d somehow ended up here, and Lee had been so sweet, and for the first time your love was not unrequited.

“Sweetie,” Lee started, and you sensed he was maybe worried.

You looked at him properly, a smile creeping over your face.

“I am okay, I’m great. I’m just a bit,” you laughed, a little embarrassed, “I guess I’m sort of star struck.”

Lee raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, “You don't have to win me over with flattery, sweetie. You’ve already had me won over for a long time.”

Looking away again, you felt a blush rise on your cheeks.

His hand reached out slowly to stroke your cheek.

“It’s true. I’m a lucky man to be chosen by you.”

“Stop,” you giggled, your hand covering his before you moved it, lacing your fingers through his.

He smiled lightly, “How about we make some breakfast?”

“Do you not have to go to work?” you asked. You’d just kind of assumed that, as Sheriff, he never had days off.

“Surprisingly enough,” he began, swinging his legs out of bed and reaching for his boxers. “Even as Sheriff, I do get some time off, too.”

You followed suit with getting dressed, quickly finding your panties and bra. Feeling exposed, you searched for the rest of your clothes, even though the skirt and top you’d worn the previous night weren’t the most comfortable for a casual breakfast.

Lee noticed you hesitate and, pulling a t-shirt on he said, “I can lend you some more comfortable clothes for today, if you would like, sweetie?”

“Only if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don't, it’s the least I can do.”

He went over to the dresser and pulled out two pairs of pyjamas pants and a t-shirt. He hands the pyjama set to you and pulls on the other pants.

Holding his clothes for a second, you thought about all the clichés that were strangely coming true. Nice sex. Clothes sharing. Breakfast?

Quickly, you got dressed, pulling the drawstring on the pants tight to hold them up.

“So, breakfast,” Lee said again, as you both headed downstairs, “Now, I’m not much of a cook, but what can I perhaps tempt you with?”

“Whatever you want,” you said. Normally you didn’t eat breakfast, you’d stopped doing so in high school (with early mornings not being conducive to your appetite) and it had stuck around as a habit. “I should probably let my parents know that I won’t be home till later on.”

Lee almost seemed embarrassed, cringing for a second before relaxing, as not to worry you. “Of course, sweetie. I’ll get started on the,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “Toast and jelly?”

You laugh as you search for your cell phone in your coat pocket, “Sounds divine.”

Sending a text to your mom, letting her know you’d likely be home that afternoon at the earliest, you put your cell back in your coat and joined Lee in the kitchen.

As promised, he was making toast, a few slices already done and put on a plate whilst more cooked in the toaster.

“There’s butter and jelly in the fridge, if you want to get it?” he suggested, getting a knife from one of the kitchen drawers.

“Sure,” you replied absently. You had to psyche yourself up while your back was turned to him before saying “I told my mom I wouldn’t be home till this afternoon.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you returned to the counter with the butter and jelly, strawberry flavour, “So I can stay here for quite a while.”

“I can’t say I'm disappointed by the company. Especially on my day off.”

You smiled at his flattery.

***

Together you ate breakfast, which felt like something of a novelty to you. You buttered your toast lavishly, enjoying the warm domesticity it stirred within you.

After eating, you sat for a while, your legs slung over his lap, in the living room. Daytime TV played idly in the background as you and Lee talked. Talked about your jobs and what you had been reading lately and that you had started to think about what you maybe wanted to do in life.

“You’ll figure it out,” the Sheriff said sincerely, his hand running over your calf reassuring. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do for a long time.”

“You didn’t always want to be Sheriff?”

“No, no,” he shrugged, “My dad was Sheriff, back in his day, and I didn’t have much of anything going on so I joined and now, here I am.”

“That is pretty reassuring.”

He seemed satisfied by your answer. You wasted away some more time just sitting comfortably together until lunch time rolled around. Lee reiterated that he wasn’t much of a chef, and you laughed, agreeing that sandwiches were more than good enough for you.

As you stood at the counter, buttering slices of bread, Lee said, “Sweetie, I think we should talk about what’s going on here.”

That didn’t sound good?

“What do you mean?” you asked. The worry in your voice was apparently more evident than you thought it would be, as Lee’s eyes widened in a mild panic.

“Oh no, sweetie, nothing bad. I just mean, I have… enjoyed our time together, very much. But I want you to know that you don't have to feel obliged to – to do anything. See me again, I mean.”

It was almost funny how relieved you were, but you quickly replied, as to not make him think you were reconsidering. “I definitely want to see you again. I’d be happy if I only ever saw you again.”

He chuckled bashfully, but there was a deepness to his voice when he said, “You don't know what that does to me, hearing you say that.”

You stopped what you were doing in the sandwich preparing sense and looked over at him. This was a sign, right? “I think I do.”

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i waste my time dreaming of you (part 3)

guess who finally wrote part 3 of Sheriff x f!reader? me. chickened out of writing a proper blow job because i was very bad at it. WARNING for smut, a half hearted blowjob, virginity again (not for long though), daddy kink.

A gasp left him, whether from the touch of your hand or the sight of you, you didn’t know.

After the single greatest orgasm of your life, you desperately wanted to repay the favour. Feeling the hardness in your hand, you tried to follow your non-existent instincts; drawing your hand down, and then back up.

Lee groaned above you, eyes closing in spite of his desire to watch you.

Feeing exposed even when he wasn’t watching you, you leant up and kissed him, in an effort to distract from the terrible job you thought you were doing. His hands cupped your face, his thumb stroking gently along your cheekbone.

After a few minutes, when your hand slid easier along his length, you pulled away, watching his face for a second before moving further down. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but when you testingly moved your mouth over the head of his dick, you hadn’t realised how big he would feel.

You took as much of his as you could, his moan long and drawn out. Eventually you found a rhythm, the hands combing through your hair a comforting presence.

“You’re doing so well,” he muttered.

It became apparent that you just weren’t practised enough. You weren’t doing a bad job, necessarily, but this was, perhaps, an activity best left for another time, when you had more time to be guided.

Despite your clumsy efforts, the Sheriff’s breathing was heavy above you. Everything was so new and exciting with you, simply because he could see your reactions to it all, reactions and explorations no one before him had seen.

And because he was with you, of course. With your intelligent eyes and nervous hands and mind full of stories and the way you made everything around you seem beautiful too.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, pushing you off him. As your mouth left his heated skin, he groaned, “Honey, I don't want to – I don't want to push you, and if you’re not ready, tonight, we don't have to go further…”

The heat was building between your legs again, you’d come this far, you didn’t want the night to end here. “I want to, I – I want you.”

You hadn’t noticed, too caught up in your own nervousness and concentration, how wet you still were, how wet you were still getting. Fiddling with the zip of your skirt, you shimmed out of it and dropped it on the floor next to the bed, before pulling your top over your head too. He made short work of his own shirt and trousers.

Laying back, he leaned over you, mouth find yours once more and his fingers trailed down your stomach. Lee pulled your panties down slowly, tossing the soaked fabric aside.

Slipping between your legs, his fingers were warm as they dipped into you, your wetness slicking his movements immediately.

“Daddy’s going to be gentle,” he whispered.

One long finger entered you slowly. You clenched reflexively and the Sheriff shushed you gently to keep you calm, his other hand stroking your cheek softly.

Lee took his time, peppering your face with kisses as he worked his fingers inside you. Three fingers had your legs quivering, the fullness feeling foreign, but it just made you want more.

“I –,” you began breathlessly, your hand gripping his bicep to gently stop his movements, “I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, that authoritative firmness returning to his voice momentarily.

“I’m certain, please.”

***

You didn’t know what you were expecting your first time to feel like. You’d heard wildly conflicting stories from various friends; that it hurt, that they didn’t feel anything, that it was just a pinch.

It did hurt. The initial breach, even after his fingers had worked you open, hurt. Adjusting to the very foreign feeling took you a moment. He stayed still inside you, moving only with the rhythm of his breathing. Trying to relax, you unclenched your jaw and let a shaking breath out.

“Are you okay?”

You looked into his eyes, which were surprisingly focused, even with his length inside of you, “Yeah, yeah, just a minute.”

He was being so patient. You deserved patience. After a few more moments the stretch didn’t seem so bad and, almost instinctively, you felt the need to move your hips, to adjust the position.

Sheriff took that as a sign to pull out, just slightly, and thrust back in. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, sweetie,” he promised.

“I don't want you to stop.”

Soon the pace picked up and you jerked your hips against him with each thrust.

You could feel another climax building in you, your walls clenching in a desperate need to chase the pleasure, “please,” you mumbled against his neck, where your face was pressed. You didn’t even know what you were trying to ask for, if you wanted him to go faster or slow down, all you knew is that this was a feeling like no other and you wanted it more than you’d ever wanted anything before.

“Please, daddy,” you were pleading, “I need to –,” you cut yourself off with a moan as Lee’s hand returned to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles against you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he repeated, forehead pressing against yours as his thrusts shortened, becoming slightly more sporadic.

You’d never loved anyone more than you loved Lee Brackett right now.

Clinging to him desperately, you whispered, “I-I’m all yours.”

He let out a strangled groan, hips pressing tight against you, dick seated fully within you as he came.

***

No one tells you how unromantic the bit after sex is. As you came down from your high, loose limbed and sweaty, Lee pulled out of you, turning away to remove the condom and throw it into the trash.

“Sweetie, are you okay?”

“I’m great,” you smiled, still somewhat bashful, even after the night’s events.

He lay back down beside you, close but not overstepping, “Was it – was it what you expected?”

“I don’t know what I was expecting,” you answered truthfully, “but it was way better than getting myself off to the thought of you.” Damn, you didn’t know where this confidence suddenly came from.

Lee laughed shortly at your comment, it being his turn to be bashful.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it, and – and I’m glad you trusted me enough to do this with me.”

It felt like your chest was going to explode, the sudden surge of love and affection weighing heavy on you.

Rolling over to face him, you curled into his chest, the warmth of his arms going tight around your shoulders. You fell asleep content.

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i waste my time dreaming of you (part 1)

okay so i'm on a brad dourif roll and, here's a secret, dear readers, i like older men (who would have guessed) so here is a terrible, terrible Sheriff brackett fic. WARNING for smut, virginity, older man x younger woman.

You wouldn't say you were friends with Annie Brackett. You and her had been in the same class since pre-school, and when you got to high school you'd been in a lot of the same classes then too. You saw her frequently around town or in the store, that being the beauty of small town life, you supposed. Because of this, your parents were moderately friendly with Annie's dad, Sheriff Brackett.

You were the kinda girl that people's parent remembered because you were "nice", nothing special, just "nice". Even after leaving school, you often saw the parents of your old classmates around and about and they would almost always stop to say hi, asking how you were doing and, in turn, telling you about their child, who you likely hadn't spoke to since elementary.

Sheriff Brackett was no different. He gave you a wave if he drove past in his patrol car, stopped to say hi if you passed him in the street, and asked how you were if you passed by him in the same aisle at the store. Same old, same old.

Where Sheriff Brackett differed from the other parents was that he was the source of the biggest crush you'd ever had. Ever since you were 15 you'd been in love with Annie's dad, with the Sheriff of your tiny suburban town.

You knew it was a weird crush. You knew your friends, even other girls in your grade had crushes on older people (usually a particularly hot teacher or a heart-throb actor) in their 30's, maybe. Other people did not have crushes on their classmates' dads.

But there was something about Sheriff Brackett that just wouldn't leave your mind. He had piercing blue eyes, clearer than any you had seen before. Despite their distinctly pale hue, their intensity made you feel like you were looking up into the openness of the night sky. His hair was starting to go grey at the temples, but it was soft and curled prettily around his collar. He had a sharp nose, sharp cheeks, a certain distinguished silhouette that made you think you understood the devotion a poet must have for their muse. His accent gave some of his words a drawl thay made you shiver. He was the man you thought about in the middle of the night with your hand between your legs, sweat prickling on your back beneath the covers.

You were in love.

***

Now, you were in a rut. You'd graduated high school, but missed the mass exodus to college that the rest of your graduating class seemed to partake in. It wasn't that you didn't want to go to college, but you just felt you weren't certain enough of yourself to pick your major yet. You didn't want to dive in without considering all your options.

And so, there you were, living with your parents, doing odd hours at odd jobs around town to make a bit of easy money.

You started to see Sheriff Brackett around much more frequently, simply by virtue of working in multiple places and having little else to do in your spare time besides wandering the aisles of the convenience store or watching every double feature they showed at the movie theatre.

One of your jobs during the week was in the coffee house on Main Street selling, unsurprisingly coffee, as well as tea and cakes and sandwiches from the panini maker.

Sheriff Brackett dropped in most mornings for a coffee before heading to the station.

"Morning, sweetie," he said, leaning against the counter nonchalantly. He never actually gave his order anymore, you knew what he wanted.

"Good morning, Sheriff," you replied, voice raising to a slightly higher pitch than normal. Busying yourself with brewing the coffee, you kept your back to the Sheriff as he asked you about how things were going. You found it almost impossible to look at him directly.

"Ah, I'm okay," you shrugged, sneaking a glance over your shoulder at him. He was smiling at you.

"That's good, that's good."

You filled a cup with coffee, placing the lid on the top without pressing it down, you knew he put milk and one sugar in from the self service table at the end of the counter.

Although he asked about your life, he never really offered any information about Annie. You knew she had gone of to college out-of-state, you thought she was majoring in psychology, but you weren't sure.

"You know, you work too hard, sweetie," he commented, "Everywhere I go I see you working a different job."

You shrugged again, "Gets me out of the house. And the hours aren't actually that many if you count them up, I guess I just fill in the odd hour here and there."

"Don't forget to take some time for yourself too though, honey," he said, his voice soft but firm, like he actually meant it.

"I will, Sheriff," you nodded fiercely.

He smiled at you, with a warmth in his eyes that made your stomach tighten, before leaving, waving goodbye with his coffee cup in hand.

You breathed a sigh of relief, discreetly pressing your thighs together to relieve just a bit of the pressure.

***

Over the next month or so, your conversations with the Sheriff became even more frequent and grew in duration.

You started to relax a little, voice not going AWOL everytime you spoke to him, being able to reveal a little more of your life, of you interests, to him beyond the usual pleasantries. You told him about the latest book you were reading, or explained the plot of the movie you watched on TV the night before. His enjoyment seemed to come from your own enjoyment in talking about the things you loved.

This was all well and good, but you didn't want to kid yourself that this was something that it definitely wasn't. He was just being friendly, you were just a school friend of his daughter, he was the Sheriff, he had a duty to be nice to every left-behind "nice girl" in town. He was over double your age.

But you smiled and simpered and hoped beyond hope that he might feel the same way.

***

"Hey, sweetie," Sheriff Brackett walked into the coffee house one morning, smiling at you with twinkling eyes.

"Hi, Sheriff," you turned to start brewing the coffee, but he leaned towards you pointedly.

You waited, assuming he wanted something other than his usual.

"How have you been, darlin'?"

You almost frowned, but caught yourself just in time, "I'm okay."

"I'm glad, I'm glad," he smiled, seemingly distracted, "Listen, honey, I - I don't want to overstep or anything -"

Your breath hitched.

"-but I was wondering if you might have any plans this weekend?"

This was not happening. It couldn't be happening. He must just be asking innocently, just assuming (falsely, you might add) that you, a young woman, would have plans with friends over the weekend.

"Oh, nothing much," you begin, "There's a double feature on at the theatre that I was thinking of catching."

"Oh yeah?" the Sheriff nodded, as though deep in thought

You chuckled nervously, "Yeah..." You hadn't been this nervous around Sheriff Brackett since you first started working at the coffee house and the daily interaction with him had seemed too much to bare at times.

"Look, sweetie, I don't want to - want to make you uncomfortable, and if you think I'm being some - some dirty old man," he laughed uneasily, "You just send me on my way, but I think it would be real nice, I would be honoured, in fact, if you would maybe allow me to join you this weekend?"

Your heart just about stopped in your chest. He was... asking you out?

It took you a moment to compose yourself, to loosen your vocal cords enough to answer him, but his own nerves (and it unsettled you to no end thinking he could possibly be nervous about anything) had convinced him that your moment of silence was the beginning of a polite rejection.

Just as you went to speak, he held his hand up to stop you, shaking his head more to himself than to anyone else, "No, it's okay, I shouldn't have asked, it was - it was very inappropriate of me. I'm -"

"No, wait, Sheriff," you interjected, taking his hand in yours tentatively, "I'd - I'd really, really like that."

He looked back at you, a very pleased but very disbelieving look on his face. "Really?"

"Yeah," letting go if his hand you blushed a little, voice lifting an octave out of anxiety.

He smiled, still not quite believing you would really want to see him in your free time, but suggested a time and plans to meet that Saturday.

When you confirmed the plans he loped off out of the coffee house without ordering, no longer needing the coffee to put a spring in his step.

***

Saturday rolled around.

"I'm meeting Louise tonight," you told your parents as you pulled your coat on in the kitchen.

"Are you staying at her house?" your mom asked, drinking from the mug of tea she always had after dinner.

"Yeah, probably, we'll be out late."

"Okay, well let us know what time you'll be home tomorrow."

"Will do," you kissed your mom on the cheek, "I love you."

You picked up your keys from the dresser as you walked toward the front door, "Bye dad."

He waved you goodbye and you headed out, walking in the direction of Main Street.

Okay, so you did lie to your parents about who you would be with. Louise was your best friend, but also a safe bet as far as excuses go. It's not that you thought your parents would disapprove (although they definitely would, no matter how good a guy Sheriff Brackett was, he was twice your age, literally your own dad's age, which you did think most parents would consider a negative attribute in their daughters date), but even without the age gap, you didn't really want to bring up the subject of dating with your parents, period. You didn't date. It just wasn't a part of your life. You'd never had a date to prom, never been to the movies with a boy (before now, you supposed), never even so much as held hands with a boy in grade school.

You were, in all senses, a total virgin.

And telling your parents that your first date was with the town Sheriff was not an issue you wanted to broach before the event, you were nervous enough as it was.

So, you headed up to Main Street, checking your reflection in every car window you passed. You did not consider yourself to be good looking, you thought you were plain at best, frumpy at worst. Not the sort of girl that middle-aged men fantasised about anyway.

But there you were, on your way to your first ever date with your first ever crush.

***

As far as dates go, you were monumentally impressed. You may not have had the experience necessary for a solid comparison, but Sheriff Brackett more than lived up to any prior idea you might have had about dating.

When you got out of the movie theatre, Sheriff Brackett ("Sweetie, you can just call me Lee," he laughed) offered, nay, insisted he drive you. Part of you was flattered, another part of you was dissapointed he wanted to drive you back to your home.

Climbing into the passenger seat, you twiddled your thumbs as he too got into the car. Is this the moment where moves are made? The car was in a secluded part of the mostly-deserted theatre parking lot. You could kiss him, you thought, except you had absolutely no idea how one went about these things. Did you just do it? Did you really just lean forward and kiss someone if that is what you wanted to do?

As you sat deliberating, you didn't notice that Sheriff Brackett - Lee - hadn't started the car yet.

When you finally looked over at him, you saw a look in his eye, the intense look that made your heart stutter.

You had to do it.

Leaning forward over the middle console, you closed your eyes and hoped for the best.

One beat went by, the two, then the soft press of lips against your own. You let out a breath through your nose that you didn't realise you'd been holding.

The kiss was soft and gentle, he didn't push you beyond what you gave, didn't touch you besides holding your cheek in the palm of his work worn hands.

"Why don't we go back to yours instead?" you whispered, barely audible, when you pulled away.

"Don't you need to get home?" He asked, concern making his voice a little firmer.

A blush rose on your cheeks again, "I - I told my parents I'd be home tomorrow, that I was - was staying at a friends house."

Sheriff Brackett tsk'd gently, the response of a man who probably knew the feeling of being told white lies by his daughter. You knew Annie had spent more than her fair share of school nights with Paul rather than Laurie.

But he smiled, turning the key in the ignition, "If you're sure, honey."

"I'm sure."

***

When you arrived at his house, you awkwardly walked to the front door together, a safe 6 inches between you.

He unlocked the door and stepped aside to let you in first.

You'd been here before, as a child, for one of Annie's birthday parties. You didn't remember much of it, you didn't realise as a grade schooler that those memories would mean everything to your teenage self, if only you could remember what the Sheriff had been like then.

"Sit down, honey, make yourself at home."

He took your coat and hung it up on a peg with his own as you made your way to the sitting room.

He sat down beside you on the sofa and, tentivelty you leaned in to kiss him again.

It was another slow, easy kiss. He still didn't push you. This was nothing, you'd seen kids at school do heavier petting than this in the cross over between 4th and 5th period.

Your hand crept up to his chest, gripping his shoulder slightly. This seemed to give him a signal as his own hand moved to your waist, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle against your shirt.

When you pulled away this time you sighed, not wanting to lose the warmth of his lips.

"Listen, I've - I've never..." you trailed off, looking anywhere but his face, "... done this before. Any of it."

He chuckled, but it wasn't unkind. "You could have fooled me sweetie," he teased.

You pulled back a bit with embarrassment. God what must he think of you, in your 20s and still a blushing virgin, reduced to jelly by a peck on the lips.

"But I want to," you forced yourself to look him in the eye, "I've wanted to for so long. I've imagined it, imagined you being my first."

At that he sucked in breath. it obviously stirred something in him, something protective but also something more passionate. You wanted to give yourself to him, give him this piece of you that no one else would ever have.

"Oh sweetie," his hand stroked your cheek gently, "Are you absolutely sure? I don't want you to feel like you have do anything, absolutely anything that you aren't ready for."

You were finding it easier and easier to keep his gaze, as the prospect of doing far more than kissing crept closer and closer. "I'm sure, I'm ready, I - I want to be with you."

He leant his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, "Oh sweetie, darlin', I'll make it so special, don't you worry, we can take it slow, okay sweetie?"

You nodded, heat pooling between your legs as you kissed him again.

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unwritten rule

instead of editing my actual series, i did this one shot for sheriff brackett x f!reader, set in same universe as my main fic but at a later date, after they've been together for a while. WARNING for age gap relationship and weird childhood associations.

Late one night, after Lee had fallen asleep, you slipped out of bed, pulling your panties back on, as well as a t-shirt, and headed down the hall towards the bathroom.

Pausing outside Annie’s bedroom door, you contemplated going in. You didn’t know why, but every time you stayed over, the knowledge of Annie’s childhood bedroom being just down the hall weighed heavy on your mind (when you weren’t being totally and deliciously distracted, of course), it’s existence a seemingly omnipresent force.

Hesitantly, you cracked the door open, looking into the darkness that lay within. Building up your courage, you stepped inside, the carpet soft beneath your bare feet. You fumbled for the lamp on the desk, needing some illumination to properly survey the room. You felt like you were breaking some unwritten rule; ‘don’t creep around the room of your childhood friend after having sex with her dad’, but you tried to not let it deter you. You had no intention of meddling with anything, you wouldn’t even touch, you merely wanted to look. Look for anything that might reveal something about the girl you once knew, but had become more or less a stranger.

Pinned above the bed were some polaroid photos. On closer inspection they were of Annie and Laurie, taken at various times judging by the outfit changes and hair length. There was a stack of school work on the desk, long since forgotten once Annie had moved away for college. The bed was still made, a rose-pink blanket covering the comforter.

Annie’s room was unsettlingly like your own in your parents’ house. A collection of trinkets clustered on the nightstand from holidays on the coast, books with creased spines lining the shelves, clean clothes which hadn’t made it to the closet or dresser piled on a chair in the corner. On a shelf so high you could barely see what was on it was a framed class photo. An old one. The kids mustn’t have been older than maybe 7 or 8. Reaching up, moving onto your tip-toes, you grabbed the frame, bringing it down for a closer look. The gold label beneath the picture said ‘2nd Grade Class, Haddonfield Elementary School’. Your breath caught in your throat as you spotted yourself, grinning a gap-toothed smile in the middle row.

What the hell would Annie think if she knew what you did with her dad every night?

Realising that you had touched something, when you specifically told yourself you wouldn’t, you hurriedly put the picture back up on the shelf, turning off the lamp as you left the room and continued on your way to the bathroom.

When you went back to bed, you lay on your back and stared at the ceiling through the darkness.

After a moment, you felt Lee’s arm over your stomach.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” you replied, rolling over to press your forehead against his chest. His arms readjusted, enveloping you in his warm embrace as you settled down properly to sleep.

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i waste my time dreaming of you (part 2)

sheriff is very, very sweet. this is written very badly because I can't write smut but I love brad so. WARNING for smut, daddy kink, fingering, a hint of virginity kink but he feels bad about it so it's okay.

Normally he wasn't the type of guy to have sex on the first date.

What can he say, he was something of a romantic. But tonight, Sheriff Brackett couldn't believe his luck. Couldn't believe that a young woman like you would even consider going out with him, let alone letting him be your first. That fact alone stirred something deep within him. An almost paternal need to protect you lurked in the back of his mind, you were relying totally on him to guide you, to look after you, to make it a positive experience that you would not regret.

However, the almost overwhelming need to touch you, now you'd given him permission, was becoming an insistent thought.

But he hesitated a moment, was he taking advantage of you? Over the weeks and months after you had graduated from high school, when he started seeing you all the more frequently, he'd been arguing with himself. He was the Sheriff and you were a girl he'd known since you were in kindergarten. He'd seen you in school plays and playing pass the parcel at Annie's birthday party; but he'd also seen you collect your diploma and be run ragged at the coffee house when there was a morning rush.

When he finally talked himself into asking you on a date, he almost immediately regretted it. You were a young, beautiful woman, he should have had no business even thinking about you in that way.

And O how he did think about you. Thought about the way your eyes were usually downcast but, when you lifted them to his face, he could see the warmth and intelligence behind them. He thought about the way you couldn't keep your hands still when you started talking about something you were interested in. Thought about the feeling of your skin when your fingers touched as you passed him his morning coffee. Thought about what it would feel like to kiss you, to watch you drop your guarded nature in a far more tantalising way.

Sometimes, in the dark of night, with no witnesses to his thoughts, he thought of you. His hand down his boxers, his lip bitten raw to suppress how embarrassingly turned on he got just thinking about you.

But somehow, somehow you agreed to see him. And somehow you wanted him to. The feather light touch of your lips against his, you were were so unsure of yourself, he wanted to look you in the eye and tell you that you were more than enough, that you were everything he wanted and more.

***

"Listen, I've - I've never..." you trailed off, looking anywhere but his face, "... done this before. Any of it."

And he fucking hated himself that your words went straight to his dick. He shouldn't get off on being your first, but your gentleness and tentative touches were things he hadn't experienced with a woman for a long time. You trusted him enough to let him do this with you, trusted him to treat you right. You'd waited for him.

He reassured you, he'd make it special, he promised. His hand cradled your head as you leaned in to kiss him again.

***

You didn't know what you were doing, but you were drawn to the warmth of his skin. You'd gone this long without the intimate touch of another and, slowly but surely, you started to relax. It was strange knowing that you were wanted, that this man (who's face you saw everytime you'd touched yourself since you were 15) was yours to kiss and hold.

You rallied your courage and moved your hand across his chest, feeling for the buttons of his shirt. His own hand, the one which wasn't on your waist, moved to help, though it actually slowed the process down as you both fumbled to undo the buttons.

The hand on your waist shifted to move around your back, pulling you closer to him. You felt so safe in his embrace.

The kiss deepened naturally as you melted into him. He still didn't move faster than you did, but when you opened your mouth slightly he returned the gesture.

Slowly. Everything was happening so slowly. Although you were nervous, the ache in your core was building, simmering within you and you needed more. Cautiously, your hand danced lower, fingertips just barely dipping beneath his waistband.

You heard him gasp, just barely, at your advance.

"Sweetie do you -" he began, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours, "We can go to - to my bedroom, if you want? I want you to be comfortable."

His eyes, normally so clear, we're hazy with pleasure.

"Yeah," you breathed.

He took you hand and made your way upstairs and down the hall. You tried not to think to hard about it too hard when you passed what was clearly Annie's bedroom. There were still butterfly stickers on the white wood, a poster of a boyband taking up the lower half of the door.

He opened the door at the end of the hallway, letting you into his personal domain. He quickly switched the lamp on next to the bed, illuminating everything but the furthest corners of the room.

Before you could ask what to do as you stood hesitantly in the door way, Sheriff Brackett - Lee - kissed you again, drawing you with him as he backed towards the bed.

In a rare moment of confidence, and because it was how you'd imaged it would go, you coaxed him into sitting down on the bed, back against the headboard. Planting your hands on his shoulders, you straddled his lap. His pupils almost swallowed the blue in his eyes, turning them into the night sky you'd always thought them to be.

"Oh, sweetie," he pulled you against him, "it's up to you, it's all up to you."

Kissing him almost felt like second nature then, you'd initiated more kisses tonight than you'd had in the 20 years leading up to it. His moustache was rough in contrast to the tenderness of his mouth.

With your lips on his, you began to rock your hips slowly, the friction drawing the tiniest noises from you.

You felt his hands, warm and worn, skim up your thighs, dancing under your skirt to grip your flesh firmly.

You picked up the pace, rocking against him faster and you felt him harden beneath you. It wasn't enough. You reached for his hand, your fingers around his wrist and directed it between your legs wordlessly.

His fingers just barely skimmed your panties when he let out a rough breath, murmuring against your lips, "Darlin', oh darlin'."

His thumb rubbed circles over the soaked fabric, right over your clit.

You gasped sharply. It felt so different when someone else was touching you, doing the thing you did on your own night after night.

"You're so wet," his voice low, like he could barely believe it, "you're wet for me."

"Please," your hips moved even more against him, "I am, I am."

"How long have you wanted this, sweetie?"

"For -" you practically whimpered as he slipped his fingers beneath your panties, "for years."

"Ohh," his moan was quiet and drawn out, "oh baby."

His fingers were slick with your wetness, sliding between your folds and circling your clit.

Your eyes widened in shock, you'd never felt anything like it, his slim fingers skillful but foreign. "Oh, oh please."

"Do you like this? Does it feel good?"

"Yeah, yeah," you were panting, the pleasure intensifying in a way you'd never felt before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but when you felt him pepper kisses across your cheeks, you opened them to look at him.

He could hardly breath as he took in the sight before him; you rocking your hips against his bulge, his fingers covered in your wetness, you looking at him like that. Like you were in ecstasy, heavy lidded and open mouthed.

He kept his fingers on your clit, not daring to push them inside you yet. He wanted to take things slowly, let you relax and loosen up before you went any further, if you would even want to go further. He was trying to prepare himself for the possibility of holding off for another time, in case it all got too much for you.

But you'd waited long enough. Tonight was the night and as you pressed yourself against his hand, you almost cried as you felt your climax approaching.

"Please," you whined, "daddy, please."

Realising what you had just said, you froze. Shit. Why did you say that? You felt your face flush with embarrassment.

You turned your head away, looking over at his night stand. You'd ruined things.

You felt his hand on your cheek, he turned your face to look at him again, "Baby, it's okay, it's okay!" His eyes, although clouded with arousal managed to catch yours and held your gaze firmly for a moment. Then he leant his forehead against yours. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good."

Your breath hitched. You thought it was impossible to be anymore turned on than you already were, what with his hands down your panties and the heat of his bulge beneath you, but that one word, that one damn word made your heart pound in your chest.

In hindsight, you thought it was ironic that that whole evening you'd barely been able to call him by his first name, being so accustomed to using his title, but now you'd skipped straight past that and onto 'daddy'.

He continued his ministrations, fingers working faster and you keened against him.

"Daddy, please," your words caught in your throat, you bounced slightly on his lap in anticipation.

He caught your lips in another kiss. You moaned into it, feeling your climax approaching like a freight train. You rutted against him, desperate to ride out your high for as long as possible.

***

It took you a moment to catch your breath afterwards.

You'd never had an orgasm so intense before. The feel of someone else's fingers, of the man you loved, touching you sent your heading spinning in a way you could never have anticipated

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Lee's hand was combing through your hair, a comforting gesture that made you feel safe and... and loved.

"That was amazing," you whispered shyly.

Looking down, you saw his dick still straining at his trousers. Damn, You looked back up at him guiltily, "I'm sorry, I -"

"Don't you worry, sweetie," he chuckled softly, "you matter more than me."

"But I, I want to..." You didn't actually know what you wanted to do. What did he want you to do?

"Want to what, sweetie?" there was a teasing lilt to his voice, a mischievous glint in his eye. He wanted you to say it.

You shrugged, slightly exasperated, you didn't know! "Should I - Should I suck you off?"

"Oh, baby," he smiled against your lips as he kissed you, "Baby, only if you want to."

You moved from his lap, a soreness if your hips from being spread for so long. You undid his trousers, hesitant but curious as you pulled him from his boxers.

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Midnight Snack - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You’ve had a crush on your best friend Annie’s dad since high school. Now that you’re leaving for college, things reach a boiling point... and Brackett can’t get you out of his head. 

@chari-koopa whew this was so freaking hot to write hnnng

"I really appreciate you helping with the move."

You enter Annie's house, a doorway you've been through too many times to count, and grin, grabbing you both a cider from the fridge.

"I'm not about to leave you with some creepy mover guys who'll probably try to grope you."

"Thanks, hun. You're a real pal."

You giggle and toss Annie some scissors. She cuts an empty wine box open, and the two of you get to work.

"When we get to college," Annie says, "We're gonna take the entire campus by storm."

"Like how? Like we're gonna fuck our way through the campus population?" you ask.

"Exactly," Annie nods, and you look off.

"Yeah." Annie glances over at you.

"Maybe just me. My dad won't be there, so you'll be shit out of luck."

"Guess I'll just have to make use of our last night in town."

Annie makes a face. "Do it in his squad car or something, I don't need to fucking hear that."

"What about the squad car?"

You both jump, turning to see Sheriff Brackett coming in the front. You feel a wave of arousal-- he's got the top two buttons of his uniform undone, and his aviators make him look like a force to be reckoned with. Of course, the fuzzy man underneath shows through as he takes his hat off and gives a proud smile. "Did you girls really notice? I got it in for a car wash, looks nice and shiny now."

Annie busts laughing, and you have to fight not to as well. The poor guy looks utterly clueless as Annie pats him on the back. He shakes his head.

"I'll never understand you two," he sighs, grabbing himself some water, "Just as well. Guess some things never change."

You watch him go, and Annie snaps in front of your face.

"Back to business, baby. Let's go up to my room, start on my closet."

"Right."

As you head up the stairs, the Sheriff looks back to check the clock, catching a glimpse of your tight little shorts in doing so. He looks away quickly, swallowing.

After a good solid hour and a half of working on packing up her room, Sheriff Brackett calls up that dinner's ready. 

"Well, I was gonna make some of my famous homemade potato chip and corn casserole, yes Annie-- with whole grain pasta-- but I figured to hell with that, it's your last night here at home!"

"Dad--" Annie warns, and her dad hushes her as he pops open a box on the table.

"Nice cheesy pizza! That should pack the calories on good."

You smile, taking a slice. "Thanks, Mr. Brackett."

"No sweat at all, honey."

You sigh to yourself, and Annie smirks across the table. Her dad busies himself with chowing down on the first slice. Annie sparks up conversation.

"So Paul from chem has serious big dick energy," she says to you, "I wonder if I should keep seeing him even after we start college."

You shrug. "He seems really into you. I think you should." You start to smirk. "Mr. Brackett, you have big dick energy." He looks up, startled.

"I, I what, sweetheart?"

"Don't torture him, (y/n)."

"Big dick energy," you repeat. Brackett looks absolutely baffled.

"Well, I try not to be a dick, I mean--”

“No, not like--”

Annie changes the subject. "Halloween's coming up. What are you gonna be, babe?"

"Mmmm cheerleader maybe."

"Slutty cheerleader?"

"The sluttiest."

"That's my girl, leave nothing to the imagination."

Sheriff Brackett coughs, and you kick Annie under the table with a grin.

Annie folds her hands. "Well regardless, I know my dad'll like the costume."

"Annie!" Sheriff Brackett blushes harder than you had ever seen that poor man blush as she gets up to grab the napkins. He takes a seat across from you, flustered and in a panic. "Sorry 'bout her, she's.... I don't know where she gets these... it's just so unfounded--"

You watch him stammer and go red, and at last you put him out of his misery. "It's fine."

"--Cause I just want you to know, I don't... I wouldn't--"

"Hey. I don't mind." The way you say it gives him pause, but he brushes it off.

"Okay. Well, eat up, I've got another one on the counter if we're all real hungry enough."

On one hand, you feel guilty about teasing a kind man who obviously strives to be the best possible version of himself. On the other hand, he's fucking hot, and you can't lie to yourself about how much you want him anymore. Besides, you're convinced he's got a wild side somewhere deep in there. Probably where he stores all his deepest secrets...

You're honestly surprised too, how well Annie took it that you had a crush on her dad. You had told her back in eleventh grade, when the both of you were too drunk to have any sort of filter. Of course, at first, she had been a nightmare about it-- she wouldn't speak to you for a month. She had demanded you tell her if you had slept with him, which you assured her, had never happened. Then she realized how ridiculous she was being, and had actively been trying to set you up since.

"Mr. Brackett?" You look up at him, and he looks at you, mouth full of pizza.

"Mm, yeah? What is it, sweetie?"

You reach your hand across the table, and put it on his. He swallows his food.

"I'm about to go off to college."

His eyes don't leave your hand. "True."

"And..." you bite your lip, working up the courage to tell him. "I just wanted you to know..."

Annie comes back in to set the table, and you retract your hand slowly.

 ----

After dinner, you go up to Annie's room to watch bad horror movies.

"Have you ever seen Rob Zombie's 31?" Annie asks, grabbing her remote.

"No, put it on."

Annie gets up on her bed, and looks around her bare walls, save for the TV. The finger painting of the high school principal was still there below Annie's windowsill from when Lynda had been high off her ass. The dent was still there behind Annie's headboard from when she lost her virginity. All the shit from growing up was still around, and it was bittersweet to leave it.

"Fucking weird."

You take off your shorts, looking for your pajama top. "I know, right? I basically grew up here with you."

"I'm gonna miss it, in a way. Hey, you wanna borrow one of my tops?"

"You mean Paul? He's not my type." Annie rolls her eyes, and you laugh. "I was sure I brought my cami. Lemme just check the hall for it."

You head out into the dark hallway, and kick around for the top.

Here it is. You dropped it on the top step. Bending over in your panties, you pick it up, and take your daytime top off, exposing your bra. You can change quickly before--

"Oh my god," you hear behind you, and you whip around to see Sheriff Brackett standing outside the bathroom door, toothbrush in hand. "I didn't see anything," he blurts, and you giggle, covering your breasts for his sake only.

"Like em?"

He stutters harder than a nail gun. "I, I really couldn't say..."

"Oh?"

He's not playing your game. "Goodnight, (y/n)."

"Sweet dreams, Mr. Brackett!"

"Yeah, you too."

You watch him bump into a wall, since he's got his hands over his eyes. You chance a look down to see if he's hard, but in the dark you can't tell if that's a bulge or just creases. Grinning to yourself, you put your top on, and head back to Annie's room.

"He--"

Annie holds up a hand. "Spare me the details, please. He's still my dad."

You two flick on the movie, and snuggle in.

 ----

Your eyes open. You lean over to look at the clock blearily, and see that it's 1:05 in the morning. Yawning, you look over to find the movie's special features playing, and Annie fast asleep from the day's labor. Turning back over, you realize your throat is dry. You'd have no trouble finding your way down in the dark for some water, and possibly a snackie or two. 

Down the hall, Sheriff Brackett is tossing and turning through his dream.

Fuck... your ass looks so good in his dream, in a cheerleader skirt. The skirt barely covers the bottom of it, and you're otherwise naked under a baggy Haddonfield varsity jacket, that hangs partially open.

He vaguely remembers offering to do up the buttons of the jacket, or you'll catch a chill, but he's weak. He wants you to take it all off.

God, yes...

His hand rubs down your shoulder, down your stomach, then rubs between your legs. Suddenly the setting has changed; you're bent over his squad car, tits pressed flat against the hood. He's dressed in his full sheriff's uniform, aviator sunglasses on. Anyone could drive by at any time and see just what you're doing.

"You want this, hun?" he murmurs to you in a fog of lust, rubbing his clothed cock against your ass. "Let me show you what little sluts get in my town."

"Mff," the Sheriff groans in bed, body responding to that part of the dream.

"Fuck yeah," he can hear you moan, "Fuck me so good. Fuck me, daddy, I need you inside me, teaching me a lesson."

Brackett's hips plunge forward as he rocks them, imagining how he'd keep you pressed there, telling you to take what he gives. He keeps getting harder and harder, and lets out a breathless moan as he already feels an orgasm approach. You flip onto your back, and lick your lips like a vixen, encouraging him in broad daylight.

"Come on me?"

"Unf..." Brackett mumbles into his pillow, and rocks his hips forward, pushing his cock against the mattress as he throbs for release.

"Please, please, Sheriff Brackett, sir, I've been so fuckin’ bad."

In the dream, he unzips himself, and finally opens your legs, burying himself into your tight heat on the hood of his car-

"Jesus!"

He shoots up in bed, running a hand through his mussed hair. He turns the bedside lamp on, catching his breath. Your tits still ensnare his mind, and he rubs his eyes. Then he feels the weight between his legs, and looks down to find himself with a painful erection, precum soaking through his boxers. When he has the opportunity, he sleeps commando, but on nights when Annie was home or she had guests, he doesn't for obvious reasons. He can still see the outline of his bulge though, and feel how far gone he was.

"Aw. Damn it all to hell," he grumbles, and sucks in a quick breath as the sheets brush against him. Well, at least he didn't finish all over the bedding. He had been getting pretty close there.

Images of you flash through his head, that smirk you always give him, your innocent little blink, the way you licked the sauce from your fingertips tonight, god, what he wouldn't give to see you blow him.

"You sir, need to calm down and go back to sleep," he says aloud, rubbing his eyes again, "That's your daughter's best friend."

He knew as well as any after years of experience though, that an erection like this one would not go away easily, but he could at least try to stave off taking care of it til he got up, so he could blame it on morning wood.

He gets up, out of bed, and scratches his stomach as he walks downstairs for a midnight sweet treat. Even though Annie would skewer him come morning for snacking after pizza, maybe a little sugar would help get his mind off his situation.

"Shit and carry seven," he mutters, noticing a light in the kitchen in front of him. He sees you, perfectly presented in lacy panties, bending over to grab something from the fridge. Your curves, and cute little ass throw him into another meltdown that almost sends him running back upstairs... but you turn, spoon hanging from your mouth.

"Mr. Brackett?"

He swallows, tries to appear nonchalant. "(y/n)!" He leans against the counter and crosses his legs. "What, uh, what're you doing up, sweetheart?"

You shrug sheepishly. "I was hungry. Hope you don't mind, I... had some ice cream."

He shakes his head. "I was just on my way for some myself. Don’t tell Annie-- she wants me to lose the stomach, but I figure, at my age, ice cream and sticky buns aren't such a crime."

"I think you look great," you walk toward him and rub a hand against his stomach. "I wouldn't change a thing." His breath hitches.

"Well thank you."

"So you really don't mind?" you gesture to the ice cream with a pout.

"You know anything in this place is yours too."

You lick the dripping spoon. "...Anything?"

He stops, scratches his head, and jerks a thumb back. "You enjoy the ice cream, I think I’ll--"

"Didn't you want some too?" you murmur, and walk forward with the carton. You take a spoonful, and reach it out to his mouth. He opens his lips and takes it, and you watch him lick it all off, sharp eyes never leaving you.

"Mm. Good, right?"

"Uh huh."

"You look like you'd be very talented at eating a woman out, Mr. Brackett." Your hands reach around to slide down his ass before he can blabber his way out of this one. "...When was the last time you made a woman feel real good?"

"Umm," he mumbles, transfixed by you. You feel his hips bump forward, and you take another spoonful of ice cream, licking it off yourself. Then, with the sweet taste of vanilla still in your mouth, you lean up and kiss him. He exhales desperately, hands flying to your back to squeeze you to him, and you lick along his bottom lip before getting to his tongue, sharing the taste. Your left hand reaches down to palm him in his pants, and the reaction he gives was worth the wait.

"Kiddo, I just want you to..." his voice is shaky as he breaks away. He's fighting hard to control himself, you can tell. "I just want you to be very sure of all this if we..."

"I've been wanting you to fuck me forever, sir," you tell him, "I'm pretty sure."

"Forever's a long time, (y/n)..."

"I know. That's how long I've been waiting, picturing your hands all over my body. Don't keep me waiting anymore."

He picks you up, holding you against the wall as he reaches into his boxers. You pull your panties down, then off one leg, the lacy garments hanging by a single toe. He lines up at your entrance, and kisses you again.

"Tell me to stop at any time, I'll do it, sweetie."

"I don't want you to stop," you breathe desperately, and pull yourself forward to sink down on him. The raspy groan he lets out sends shivers through you, and he grunts as he pulls back and slams back in, fucking you bent over the kitchen counter.

"Hold me down, daddy," you whine, and you swear he mumbles a 'fuck' under his breath.

"You want daddy to do this?" he coos softly, holding you down by the neck against the counter, face pressed to the side. His grip is gentle, but you love the control he has. It's so different from the way you usually see him-- this mist be what he's like on a job.

His voice is calm, level, bringing you back to earth, grounding you.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you good. Fuck you real good, sweetie, that's right..." His grip tightens, and you bite your lip hard as you roll back again and again, listening to his short grunts and drawn out groans of pleasure.

"Please... please... Mr. Brackett, oh my god," you whisper, and he braces himself on the counter, breath coming out in hard pants just like yours. You glance back, and he looks debauched, hair falling out of his tightly wound ponytail and falling around his face.

"Keep your face forward honey, you're gonna get a sore neck," he admonishes softly, and you moan, pressing your cheek to the table again.

Brackett tries to hurry up. If Annie were to ever come down and see this, she would never let him hear the end of it.

Brackett's thrusts start to get sloppy. He's trying to keep quiet, but it's hard, and you have to bite your fist. You want to moan his name, tell him how good he is.

"Grab my tits," you moan.

"W-what?"

"My tits, play with my tits," you groan, and fumbling a little, Brackett reaches forward, and massages them in his hand.

"Oh god," he mutters, and you feel your orgasm threaten to explode.

"Sweetie, sweetie, (y/n), fuck babygirl," Brackett whispers, "Babygirl, that feels so good..."

You look back, lips swollen and eyes half lidded. "May I please come, sir?"

He leans forward, mustache tickling your cheek. "You can do whatever your little heart desires, princess."

"Ohgod," you cry, and come hard on his cock. He slams his hips into you twice more, and pulls out quickly, jerking off onto your ass. You feel it hit you, and wiggle your hips a little, grinning. He sighs in satisfaction, and grabs a roll of paper towel, cleaning you up. You feel some dripping down the backs of your thighs, and he cleans that up too.

"Your pull-out game is strong, Mr. Brackett," you tease, still bent over, casually picking up the ice cream again and digging in. He looks up from where he's cleaning your ass up, eyes wide.

"My... my what?"

You giggle at his mystified expression. "Just kiss me."

He helps you stand up, and cups your cheeks, giving you the most passionate kiss you'd ever received. He sits down at the kitchen table, and you sit down on his lap, lazily making out with him. His hands feel up the curve of your back, down to your ass, then up again to caress your neck, attaching his lips and leaving a mark. You pull away, resting your forehead against his as he gently rests his hands on your hips.

"You're a sweet girl, (y/n)." 

"Just sweet?" 

"Well... I could use some other words, but that's the respectful way of putting it. That was really good," he murmurs against your lips.

"Yeah?" you smile.

"I haven't come that hard since I was your age."

You snap his waistband, handing him a spoon for the ice cream. "Let's try to outdo ourselves when I come visit for Christmas break, mmkay?"

He takes the spoon as you take yours, and you clink them together, sharing the rest of the tub.