#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.”

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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.”

[myveryownfanfiction]

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

also I’ll say it here and again I guess but put ur age in ur bio if u follow me. Those who don’t have it or r under 18 will be blocked. No questions asked. Minors DNI 18+ only

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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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.

[headoverhiddles]

Disorderly Conduct - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You go visit the Sheriff at work to see if you can have a little fun. Then, an unexpected visitor forces you to improvise. 

@chari-koopa

It was one of those days.

Most days at work were alright-- Sheriff Brackett liked to think he did an on-par job taking care of Haddonfield and all its good citizens. Of course, today was one of those "fuddle days," as he called them. Everything was sticky and hot, as things got in early July, and Mrs. Bedford had called him all the way to Sicamore Road across town to settle a dispute with her neighbor over their gardening line. (He supposed it was for the best-- it had escalated to bearing arms by the time he got there.)  

Now he was looking forward to settling in with his sticky bun in the office until someone else decided they needed him.

"Sheriff?" Brackett looks up, clouds in his mind parting.

"Hm?"

"You've got a... visitor."

The fact that the officer was on the verge of a smirk should have tipped Brackett off, but one thing he was not was observant. Who could it be now, come along to bother him?! Maybe Jed from Strawberry Lane, come to complain about Mr. Adler’s golden retriever fucking up his lawn again. God forbid he have an actual issue to deal with as Sheriff, instead of riding around the streets in a god damn fur cap looking like Davy Crockett.

He headed right into his office, taking off said hat and sunglasses...

"Christ almighty!"

You smile up at the sheriff as he shuts the door quickly, checking out the frosted glass to see if anyone else saw you.

"Calm down. Nobody saw me but deputy hoo-hah in there. Shouldn't there be some more cops on duty? This is a station, right?"

"What are you doing out lookin' like that?!" Brackett blurts, cheeks reddening. You bite your lip, squishing your tits together a little more. You love making him squirm, and the remodeling of your school outfit did just that.

"I thought I'd come say hi."

"And what've you done to your uniform?" he sighs, swallowing as his eyes come to rest on your extremely accentuated bust. You had made a few modifications to your school uniform to make it sexier. The skirt now barely grazed the bottom of your ass, and your buttons were popping beneath your breasts.

"I made it my own."

"You sure did that," he nods. He rubs his face as he sits down. "You do realize everyone I work with is gonna think I'm a pervert now."

"Not if I were to beg you to fuck me loud enough for them to hear."

"(y/n)!"

You giggle. "Not that I would."

"You better not--"

"Fuck me!"

"Hun, I'm warning you!"

"What're you gonna do, daddy?" you breathe, spreading your legs. His eyes go down to your panties, which he can see are soaked through. He undoes the top two buttons of his uniform, takes a deep breath, and stands you up.

"Wait for me at home, I won't be long."

"But daddy, I need you now," you moan, grabbing his arm. He escorts you to the door, rubbing your shoulders.

"Sweetie, daddy's at work, he's working, he'll be home so--" He stops mid sentence and gasps a little as you reach forward to palm him through his pants. "What are you--" he gives a raspy moan, and you feel him get hard in record time.

"Mmm, I don't think you want me to stop now, do you daddy?" you blink up at him, licking your lips, and he grabs your arm, leading you over to his desk and hastily undoing his belt buckle.

"You drive me wild, princess," he mumbles, hurriedly taking himself out, "But you know it."

"Mhm," you smirk wickedly, and lick your lips at the sight of his cock. "Fuck, I want it, sir."

"Real fast," he groans, parting your thighs and grabbing onto one, "And I mean real fast." Just then, the landline on his desk rings. "Jesus," he mutters, and you press the speakerphone button for him, taking your top off. "This is Brackett!" His voice sounds so strong and authoritative when he's at work, and it turns you on. He knows that, so he tries to play it up.

"Sheriff, there's a Doctor here, said he came from Smith's Grove or somethin'. Got a big problem he's gotta talk to you about."

"You don't sound too urgent about the whole thing," Brackett says, moving your hips closer to his.

The deputy's voice lowers. "That's because he seems like a bit of a wingnut.” 

"Can it wait for five minutes?" Brackett blurts in exasperation.

"Only five sir?" You can hear the deputy smirking. Brackett looks less than amused as you giggle and bite your finger.

"That's enough outta you Ronson, keep quiet and tell him--"

Just then, there's a flurry of hard knocks at the office door.

"Sheriff!" It's a British voice. "Sheriff, I really must see you, it's a terrible emergency!" More banging.

"Oh hell," Brackett mutters, looking down at your spread out body on his desk, and you decide to take matters into your own hands. You slip under the desk, and Brackett follows your lead, quickly taking a seat in his chair just as the doctor bursts in.

"Haven't you ever heard of waitin' to be invited in?" Brackett snaps, covering his lap up, and the doctor puts his hands up.

"Sheriff, I'm Dr. Loomis. I'm so sorry for my lack of etiquette but this situation doesn't have very much time for it, I'm afraid."

"Alright doctor," Brackett says, sitting back, "I'm all ears. What's this big problem you've got for me?"

"Well you see, 15 years ago, I looked after a boy--"

As Loomis begins to speak, you put your hands on the sheriff's knees. He chokes a little as you get closer...

"--the devil's eyes. I couldn't get through to him. Now, he is dangerous, and he is coming here! Tonight!"

You swallow his cock down.

"Oh my god," Brackett breathes. Loomis hesitates.

"...Yes well, I'm glad you see the gravity of the situation, to be honest I feared you wouldn't--"

You go back to sucking him, almost gagging as you take him to the back of your throat. You start to dig your fingernails into his thighs through his uniform pants as you bob up and down on his cock.

"--and I believe he will make first for his childhood home."

You lick a stripe across the head.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

"My thoughts exactly, Sheriff." You go up and down, tightening your lips and playing with the vein on his erection, teasing him, working him up to an amazing orgasm.

Brackett white knuckles the desk with one hand, and taps your head with the other. He's close, you can feel it by the way he's thrusting ever so slightly into your mouth. You're so wet, trapped there between daddy's legs choking on his cock, pushing him to the absolute edge. You'd get it in bed later for this.

Doctor Loomis pauses his rant for a moment, eyeing the sheriff's appearance. His eyes are fluttering closed, and his breathing is heavy.

"Are you alright?"

Brackett opens his eyes under Loomis' suspicion.

"Just fine. Just... just fine, keep going." The encouragement is obviously directed toward you, and you go even faster, bobbing and licking.

"--Right. Anyway, I know for a fact Michael will be coming for his baby sister, and the other houses in this town are in danger as well."

Brackett gasps and looks up as you suck him perfectly. "Lord above."

"Indeed, so you agree this is the course of action we must take before he finds her?"

You suddenly feel Brackett's fingers twist in your hair as he comes in your mouth with a slight grunt. His neck strains and he squeezes his eyes shut, then regains his composure. "Um. Doctor, I'm gonna level with you. I haven't heard one word you've said." Loomis looks extremely frustrated. "Now how about...” Brackett holds up both hands, “We try things again, over burgers later. My treat. I know a damn good joint just up the bend here--"

"Burgers?! While we're eating burgers and chatting, Michael Myers will be out turning your little town into a slaughterhouse!"

"Okay--”

“Slaughterhouse, Sheriff!” 

“Alright! At least give me ten minutes to... to right myself, dammit!"

"Very well."

You start to tuck him back up.

"Oh, by the way," Loomis turns with a slight smirk, "The lovely little thing you've got under the desk is a right looker." He winks your way, and you blush. Brackett starts to babble, so the doctor waves it off. "What, you thought I'd never gotten a blowie under the table before? Nothing like it, eh? And she seemed quite the talent, judging by your entertaining facial aerobics." He laughs at Brackett's embarrassment. "You've not exactly got the best poker face, Sheriff." His face gets serious again. "We'll be in touch tonight."

The door closes, and Brackett gets up, running a hand through his hair.

"Dammit... (y/n)... this was not appropriate!" he moans, making sure his fly is done up.

You can see the conflict in his face easing away as you bite your lip and act coy.

"Daddy didn't enjoy it?"

He sighs, looping his arm around your middle and drawing you close. "I enjoyed it, princess. I enjoyed it a lot. Too much."

You smile, cuddling into his chest and tucking your hands into the back pockets of his uniform. "Love you."

His heart melts a little. He can never resist you. "I love you too, babygirl. So much. Now you get home safe." He gives your ass an affectionate little squeeze under the short skirt, and fits on his furry Sheriff hat. "Seems like the punishment for all that'll have to wait til tomorrow night."

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Dear w-g-v,*(Message 2 of 3)*Your writing is captivating, it gives life to characters (after screen time that feels all too short). You have such skill for this writing, concise, but with detail required for immersion into the stories. And quite frankly, your writing is romantic, invigorating and stimulating all at the same time. Your page puts some major pep in my step and l look forward to your new entries (as noted, I'm a sucker for the Brad characters).*(Continued in message 3 of 3)* YT, vaa

(cont'd) You've managed to make me adore Jack more than I already do (quite a feat) and your Brackett pieces are a consistent pleasure to read. And I'm longing for another Grima. Obviously, do as you please, but I'd love to read your take on the below:1) Jack: Under creepy, but love to read a Steamy - cat and mouse OR Fluff - homemade crafts.2) Brackett: Steamy - any, you're always on point.3) Grima: Steamy - Aphrodisiacs.

ahh thank you so much !! you're too sweet honestly, this made me blush 😊

it makes me unbelievably happy knowing that people enjoy anything i write enough to request something or even just when people tell me they think about my fics !! ahh i'm so thankful for all of y'all that keep reading.

any comments are amazing !! i tend to get stuck in a rut a lot, so hearing feedback really helps !! and as someone who writes stuff other than fanfiction, it's lovely to know that even my personal writing must be okay if people stick around for my fan stuff

thank you so much again for being so wonderful !! the filled valentine's prompts are linked below !!

jack / sheriff brackett / grima