#reader x sheriff brackett

[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.”

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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."

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greetings, friends and readers !! 💓📚 i hope you're all making the most of spooky whore autumn !! 😈💓

and as it is that time of year again, i welcome you all to my second annual HALLOWEEN PROMPT FILL !! 👻💀🎃

i'll be accepting prompts from THIS PROMPT LIST from NOW until 24th OCTOBER, so plenty of time for you guys to think and for me to write !! multiple asks are more than welcome, as well as multiple prompts in one !!

*PLEASE REMEMBER TO ADD WHICH CATEGORY YOUR NUMBERED PROMPT IS FROM, THERE ARE BOTH CUTE AND SPOOKY PROMPTS ON THE LIST !!*

CHARACTER LISTS:

the usual brad dourif rogues: charles, jack, tommy, sheriff, doc, grima, billy and tucker.

misc. horror: bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair, otis driftwood and chop top sawyer.

*[if requesting any of the sinclair brothers, please specify is you would like a reader-insert or my usual domestic sibling slices-of-life, the choice is yours !!]*

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hello dearest friends !! 💖📚

another holiday, another round of writing prompts ✒ !! this romance season i am doing valentine's day prompts to be posted on the 14th 💖 all fics will be x reader of course ('tis the season to romance some fictional men)

my character selection is the usual suspects, but they are listed below for reference

brad dourif characters: jack dante, charles lee ray, sheriff brackett, billy bibbit, tommy ludlow, doc cochran, leo nova, tucker cleveland, grima wormtongue

misc. and new: bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, chop top sawyer, otis driftwood(?)

please feel free to hit me up with a request !! i am very excited to get through some more prompts this season and i want to provide y'all with a little romance for your troubles !! (please remember to specify which list the prompt is from too, e.g. fluffy, angsty, steamy or creepy)

56 Valentine’s Day Prompts~

14 Fluffy Prompts!

The Confession

Pink Envelope

White Wine

Chocolate Kisses

Candy Hearts

Rose Petals

Flower Picking

Teddy Bear

Homemade Crafts

Gift Basket

Meet-Cute

First Date

Couples Dance

Childhood Sweetheart

14 Angsty Prompts!

The Replacement

Blue Tunes

Grey Memorial

Forgotten Meal

Crushed Flowers

Crumpled Letter

Dusty Albums

Empty Sheets

Overcast Skies

Long Distance

Broken Promise

Wounded Pride

Extinguished Flame

Unrequited Crush

14 Steamy Prompts!

The Embrace

Red Lipstick

Black Silk

Strawberry Drizzle

Aphrodisiacs

Perfume Infused

Bubble Bath

Fluffy Cuffs

Candle Wax

Boudoir Shoot

Teeth Marks

Electric Touch

Burning Desire

Midnight Lovers

14 Creepy Prompts!

The Final Gift

Green Thorns

Purple Bruises

Spiked Punch

Heart-shaped Box

Lily Wreath

Candid Photos

Porcelain Doll

Bloody Teeth

Sharp Objects

Lingering Scent

Trailing Headlights

Fatal Attraction

Cat and Mouse

Feel free to use these if you’d like! 

[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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My Brad Dourif Smut Masterlist

Child's Play: Charles Lee Ray/Chucky x Readers

Bad Memory

Halloween: Sheriff Lee Brackett x Readers

Disorderly Conduct

Midnight Snack

Oh No, Five-O

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest: Billy Bibbit x Readers

Rite Of Passage 

Deadwood: Doc Cochran x Readers

Confession (fluff) 

Drinking From The Bottle: Louis Cipher x Readers

Boulevard Hell

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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.

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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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Sheriff Brackett Flirting With You Would Include

You work at the local bakery, "Haddonfield's Heart"

The Sheriff comes in every morning for his favorite of what you make-- glazed cinnamon rolls, or "sticky buns" as he calls them

Whenever he sees you, he gets all blushy, stumbling over his words and asking for his usual

You grab him a black coffee and a sticky bun, grinning. You have a crush on him too

Each time he comes in, he gets a little smoother. He compliments you, tells you how pretty your eyes look with the colour of your apron. He never takes it further tho, since he thinks because of his age he comes off as  "creepy"

You two now sometimes talk tho until he gets a call or you have to bake some more of something, forgetting your jobs in each other's company

His daughter, Annie, knows what's up

"You want some eggs?" "No, think I'm gonna go get me one of them sticky buns." "Great, dad. 500 calories of sugar." "I know it. I know it." "You only go to that damn bakery for the girl who works there."

He denies it, but it's no use

One day you had a bit of a scare with someone trying to rob the bakery, and go into the station to report it. Brackett is like 😤😤back😤😤the fuck😤😤😤up😤😤😤only maximum security on this case🔫🔫🔫⚔️

Everyone he works with there also knows what's up after Protective Mode™️ is activated

Then he finally makes the step

He comes in, and asks if you wanna catch a movie or just go for a drive in his car. You immediately say yes, which boosts his confidence x10

You ask teasingly if you'd have to ride in the back like you're being arrested... he tells you no, he wants you right where he can get to you. 😏

Bonus:

When Michael Myers comes to town, you're the first one he thinks of getting to safety (after his daughter)

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Sheriff Brackett & Dr. Loomis (Halloween 2007) // Ooh, Baby

@chari-koopa I did the thing hnnnng

@tats-kisses-and-horror if you wanna see too 🎃 (sound quality is shit cause my editing program is shit 🙃)

[headoverhiddles]

Sheriff Brackett Comforting You Would Include

You have a bad day, and Brackett immediately knows

He’s at your side, giving you some tea and asking if you wanna talk about it

“What’s going on, sweetie? Sweetie, I’m here. I’m here if you wanna tell me, you know that.”

If you need space, he makes sure to give it to you, only checking in once and a while

If you’re crying, he’ll come hold you and whisper all sorts of gentle encouragement in your ear

“I’m here, honey. I’m here. It’s all gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

He’ll call you from work to see if you’re feeling better

He’ll cook/bake you something to cheer you up, and it’ll taste really good

Just feeling his arms around you, holding you tight, his facial hair scratching against your head as he plops his chin on top of you and tells you not to worry

If you’re really anxious, he’ll read to you for hours, and his soft, gravelly voice will calm you

Lots of cuddles. He’s a cuddle master

[headoverhiddles]

Sheriff Brackett and Dr. Loomis Fighting Over You Would Include

Thanks to @chari-koopa for supplying me with gold British insults 👌

So Brackett is your main daddy, since you grew up in Haddonfield and you’ve been seeing him for just over a year now

But then this charming mf in the form of Dr. Loomis comes into town talking about an escaped killer, and you’re like 👀

The first time Loomis notices you, he pulls his sunglasses down to look at you over them like dammmmn

Brackett is still your #1 tho, like he’d do anything for you and you’d do anything for him

But you can’t help but tease him, thinking of how fun it would be to have the two sexy older guys fighting over you

You’d tell Brackett about how hot you think Loomis is. He’d be stunned and more than a little vocal about how this was not a Good Idea

“Put plainly hun, he’s a raging asshole!”

You see Loomis one day on your way down the street to babysit, and you tell him Brackett doesn’t like him

“…he called me a raging asshole, didn’t he? The bloody tosser.”

Loomis trying to talk to you and Brackett having none of it, always interjecting/talking over him/telling him you’re busy

Actually one day you were talking to Loomis by the side of the road, and he was asking what you do, what you study, etc etc (“So, darling… I’ve got to know what you do.”) and Sheriff Brackett pulls over in his fucking cop car and honks so long, loudly, and obnoxiously that Loomis has to shut up and glare over

“Oh, sorry doctor, didn’t see you there. y/n, need a ride, sweetie?”

Actually they both talk over each other when they’re talking to you at the same time

You visit the police station one evening to find Loomis there discussing that Myers guy with Brackett, and you end up chatting with them both

Loomis is like, “What are you doing tomorrow night, love?” Brackett is, as usual, having none of it. “Tomorrow night is our movie night, kindly fuck off.” “Yes, but isn’t that frightfully boring? I mean, wouldn’t you like to–” “She would NOT–” “Asking her, you wanker!” “Did you just call me a wanker in my own office?! DiD yOu–”

Sex with Brackett gets reeeally athletic and rougher than usual, and you have to blame it on jealousy. He denies this vehemently tho

“It must be the moon cycle, sweetheart.”

“Really? Are you a fucking werewolf?”

Seriously tho, whenever you have an encounter with Loomis and Brackett catches a glimpse of his eyes taking you in, he fucks you hard right after

It’s super hot

Loomis asks if you want to come over to the motel he’s staying in. He says to "bring your Sheriff– let him watch me steal his girl."

[writing-good-vibes]

Hi friend!! I'm so happy you're opening up requests again, I love how they're always related to the season. Ya know it, for our handsome Sheriff Bracket I'd love to request 6 and 28 please? thank you!!

friend, like i said i was waiting for your requests !! 😊 had a feeling i'd be able to be sweet on the sheriff again, it's been a while and i've missed him 💗 this is actually half inspired by another ask you sent me a while ago and it fit kind of perfectly here 👀📚 enjoy, as always 💗

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

sheriff brackett (sentimental and polaroid photos)

Work very rarely stopped for the Sheriff. Despite Haddonfield being relatively small, and relatively quiet in that picturesque suburban way that small towns usually are, there had been few days you could remember where the Sheriff hadn't been run ragged, sorting out juvenile delinquency or neighbourly disputes.

To thank him for all his hard work, you thought you may as well keep the house in order. The Sheriff was perfectly capable of household upkeep, you knew that already, but the large home hadn't had a deep clean in a while and, with the summer winding down, you decided there was no time like the present for a clear out.

The bedroom was the last room on your list, and as you dusted and rearranged, it was then that you came across it. A large, shabby cardboard box in the bottom of the closet.

As you pulled it forward, trying to figure out what was in it and if you could just leave it as it was, you noticed the spine of a book poking out. It was plain and, you realised as you pulled it out, was not a book at all.

It was a photo album.

Flicking through the pages, you paused when a handful of polaroids fell into your lap. They had not been properly put away, pressed between the pages to keep them safe when the photo-holders had been filled up.

You place the photo album to the side, wiping the sweat from your brow. The sun was still high in the sky outside and it did not help that you were surrounded by yours and the Sheriff's winter clothes.

The pile of polaroids, you realised, were very old indeed. A few had dates scribbled onto the margin, 1978, '79, '82. The same people were the subjects of most of the photos. It took looking at several photos to recognise one of the subjects.

Looking down at the 1978 photo. A summer's day it seems, by the bright exposure. A young man, squinting against the sun with a cigarette held between his teeth. His hair is a wild halo of frizzy curls around his head. You can see the blue waistband of a pare of Levi jeans just above where the photo cuts off, but his chest is bare.

That's your Sheriff. The years may have passed but you could recognise those eyes anywhere. Those sharp cheeks and lithe muscles that, even now, you could feel beneath the newfound softness he had acquired.

God, you thought, he was handsome. Is handsome. There's something timeless about your Sheriff, something that cannot be lost through age.

You claim it was the dust of the closet that was making your eyes water, and not at all the sentimentality of finding these forgotten keepsakes of long gone summer days. Summer days you were so desperate to let the Sheriff relive, to live through with him.

To take your own polaroids and have someone find them, years from know, and think about the couple in the, how happy then look, glowing beneath the sun on a long forgotten summer day.

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: the sick fic

greetings readers !! i had a cold and laryngitis when I started writing this a few weeks ago and who doesn't love a self indulgent sick fic. tagging @theold-ultraviolence because she gave me an excuse to write this when i mentioned it in the tags a few weeks ago 💓. warning for mention of smut (with jack, who else) but tbh you're ill, no real sexy times are happening i'm sorry.

charles lee ray

pretends not to care but he does really

when he's ill he's out for the count and will hole up in bed until he's better but with you he insists you don't mope about

still lets you relax though

sick days are spent in front of the tv with soup and old schlocky horror movies

laughs his ass off if you're voice gets hoarse or you lose it altogether

but will sit for hours trying to decipher your hand gestures to be able to get you what you need or just for entertainment

might put off some business he has to do if you're feeling particularly rough, but don't expect his life to be totally on hold

jack dante

I'm sorry jack I love you but you're useless

he is literally the last person you'd want taking care of you

passes you cough syrup like it's whiskey around a campfire

will not stop drinking it even when you tell him off

honestly its not the worst drug he does so you just let it go and hope it doesn't become an issue that you have to deal with later on

if you throw up he is out

you're on your own

he does not do vomit

this shameless, horny bastard is willing to get sick in an effort to still fuck you

you politely turn him down despite his reassurances

("jack, you'll get sick and then i'll be the one having to take care of you" "i don't mind, you're good at taking care of me" "i mind!" "please, we don't even have to do mouth stuff if you really don't want")

Sheriff brackett

king of sick days

has a kid so knows the score

he's almost as good as doc

brings you soup and medicine and tea and anything else you might need

doesn't complain when you want to cuddle

even though your nose is running and you're gonna get him sick too

if he has to go to work he makes sure you're all set for the day and you will be a comfortable as possible until he gets home

you get better in like three days because the sheriff takes such good care of you

billy bibbit

a natural at looking after you

almost as good as the Sheriff

is willing to get sick with you if that's what it takes to be there for you

which is touching but you have to remind him that if he gets sick too, who is going to look after the both of you?

doesn't stop him from cuddling with you in bed anyway

he worries that maybe you'll get really sick so please reassure him that you just have a cold and it's nothing serious

if you get all feverish he just hold you tighter and strokes your hair to try and settle you

(and of course it does because billy's arms are the safest place™)

doc cochran

takes care of you like it's his job

because it literally is his job, he's the only doctor in town

(but also because he really, really loves you)

this man has not eaten a regular meal in his life but if your sick he will make sure you get three meals a day

you're surrounded by medicine so there is bound to be something he can fix you which will help your sinuses/headache/runny nose

has unending patience if you lose your voice and have to write things down for him

you know you should stay away from him so you offer to sleep on the cot in the surgery rather than in bed with him but he just gives you a look that says 'please stop being so silly'

doesn't like leaving you on your own so gets snippy when he's out on house calls

everyone in town knows when your sick because the doc tries to do everything as quickly as possible (while still doing a competent job) so he can get home to you

grima wormtongue

also not the best at looking after you but he's got the spirit

mostly tells you to rest and will have things brought to you by the house staff

no surprises here but he was pretty sickly as a child and as much as he wants to look after you, he tends to avoid illness like the plague (literally) these days

so although he will drop by to see you throughout the day, he is an and out as quickly as possible

he might stay if you sweet talk him

he's just about to leave again when you say "but my love, I miss you so when you leave"

you can see the conflict in his face as he stands at the door and deliberated if you're worth getting sick for

(of course you are)

tommy ludlow

tommy is an excellent nursemaid

never gets tired of looking after you

(no matter how many times he has to help you get undressed and redressed because your fever is playing havoc with your temperature)

when he was a kid his mom made the best chicken soup in nyc and he knows the recipe off by heart so will make a gallon of it to last the week

he's practically begging miss mars to give him time off work to take care of you

(which she allows)

plays music very quietly to help you sleep

leo nova

leo has a terrible bedside manner

expects you to get better spontaneously when he tells you to

he isn't a total meanie though and will bring home soup and pain killers and a cheesy VHS box set for you to watch

don't mention it to him or he'll never be nice again though

honestly he's bad at taking care of you just because he never gets sick

like ever

so he just doesn't really get what you're going through

tucker cleveland

tucker isn't the most openly sympathetic guy around

but he'll make sure you're okay and comfortable before he goes off to work for the day

and will sit with you when he gets home until you fall asleep

use him as a heater because he is very very warm

he' used to just soldiering on when he's sick and its been a long time since he's had to take care of anyone else so he has to get used to it

[writing-good-vibes]

The Halloween prompt list was such a good idea! I feel like some of Brad's are perfect for the Halloween season. I have a few requests, but if you can't do them all that's totally fine.

Requests:

Sheriff Brackett: scene starter #27, making smores.

Charles Lee Ray: scene starter #22, haunted house

Billy Bibbit: scene starter #7, trick or treating

Hope you are well and healthy. Happy Halloween 🎃

hey thank you for requesting !! 😊 i did a little bit for each one as you asked so nicely !! 💖 brad's characters do lend themselves pretty perfectly to halloween scenarios which is excellent for us. thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy and have had a wonderful spooky season 🎃 !! warning for a little bit of smut in the chucky one.

sheriff brackett

"I've never made proper s'mores before," you comment absently as you throw a box of s'more flavour pop tarts into the shopping cart that the Sheriff is pushing around the store.

"What?" he stops still in the aisle, looking at you wide eyed.

"I've never made s'mores?" you repeat.

"Well, we can't have that can we?" he sets off again, a more determined spring in his step as he backtracks through the store, you following behind him.

"What are we doing?"

"We're going to make s'mores, sweetie," he grins at you, "I cant, in good faith, let you go another day without."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't have to go to all this trouble," you blush, looping your arm through his and pulling him close as you walk back through the store.

"Nothing is ever any trouble for you sweetie."

As promised, after dinner you sat, wrapped up against the clear October chill, around the firepit in the backyard.

"Here," the Sheriff's long, warm fingers close around yours as you hold out the stick to put the marshmallow over the fire. "You hold it like this, see, high enough so it doesn't catch fire."

You laugh, your hands shaking as you try to keep the marshmallow steady. The smell of sugar fills the air and you lean back against the Sheriff, his soft breathing a soothing sound.

"Okay, now turn it a little, so it toasts all 'round."

You do as he instructs, turning the marshmallow slowly over the flames.

Soon enough, the marshmallow is done and Lee reaches over for the graham crackers and chocolate. He holds them out and lets you press the gooey marshmallow between the crackers.

"There you go," he hands the warm s'more over to you, licking his fingers clean afterwards. As soon as you take it, you feel the sticky sweetness on your fingertips.

Taking a bite, you realise what you've been missing.

"Good?" he asks.

"Very," you smile, the sweetness sticking to your teeth.

charles lee ray

You and Chucky were on another drive around town, the radio blaring as you poked through a bag of halloween candy.

"Want one?" you ask, shaking the bag in Chucky's direction.

For once he keeps his eyes on the road, but sticks his hand out towards you for you to hand him a few pieces of candy.

"Please?" you tease, but he just sneers at you and thrusts his hand out more pointedly.

Conceding, you hand him some candy, including at least two of his least favourite to get back at his attitude.

"Hey," he grumbles when he looks at what is in his hand, leaning forward and taking his other hand off the wheel to unwrap one of the candies he actually likes.

You laugh at his complaining and keep poking through the bag for your favourites.

"Where are we going anyway?" you ask, look around at the suburban streets that you'd been driving around; blocks and blocks of picket fence houses and neat flower beds and double garages.

"It's a surprise," he teased, leaning back in his seat again, chewing his candy open mouthed.

Begrudgingly, you leaning back too, letting the radio fill the silence and buffer the anticipation of Chuck's 'surprise'.

Eventually he leans forward in his seat, pulling the car up to a curb and stopping outside a house. He cut the headlights and let the darkness of the street envelope the car. On first appearances, the house looked like the rest of the houses on the street; double fronted, pale blue shutters, vanity lawn. That was until your eyes focused on through the darkness and you could see that it looked worse for wear. The paint on the shutters was greying and the lawn was nothing more than a browned patch of scrub.

"Who's house is this?" you ask, before another possibility dawns on you. "Aw, c'mon Chucky, I thought you weren't working tonight!" You'd barely seen him all week and you were about to be fucking pissed if he'd brought you along on a job when he promised you a date.

"I ain't working," he insisted, "this is recreational." He turns of the engine and gets out of the car, not waiting for you to follow.

Quickly you opened the passenger door and closed it behind you as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract attention from the goddam neighbourhood watch.

"You gonna tell me why we're visiting The Brady Bunch?"

He laughs shortly at your joke, walking slowly up the path to the door so you could catch up with him. "This place is haunted."

"That's bullshit," you laugh.

"Ah, maybe," he shrugs, "but people did get murdered here. It was in all the papers when I was a kid."

"Really?"

"Really. House never got sold again so we used to break in and see if we could see a real ghost."

"You never did?"

"Nah." He looks up at the decaying exterior. Sharp eyes scanning the cracked and gloomy windows. "Anyway, c'mon."

He jams a hard shoulder against the front door and it busts open in a cloud of dust. Chucky takes your hand and leads you inside.

"Chucky, this place is a death trap," you grumble, looking around at the debris on the ground, the bowing floorboards that you're scared will give out under your weight.

"It's fine," he snarks, heading straight up the stairs, a single-minded glint of determination in his wide, clear eyes.

You shouldn't have been surprised when you found yourself on your back, Chucky's weight pinning you to the dusty wood floor of what you presumed was the master bedroom.

"Chuck," you gasp, his cold hands unstoppable as they work under your clothes, unbuttoning your jeans and hooking into your panties.

Soon you stop feeling the cold, Chucky's heated skin against yours and his horrible, wonderful dirty talk in your ear. You can't help the sounds that leave you, wails and gasps and "oh, god, please".

"You keep screaming like that and people really will think this old place is haunted," he laughs, breathlessly. His stupid fucking laugh.

billy bibbit

"We ought to buy a few bags of candy in case any kids come by tomorrow night," you suggested. You were looking through the kitchen cupboards to see what you needed from your grocery store run.

"D-Do you th-think a lot of people w-w-will come?" Billy asks.

"I don't really know," you shrug, this was your first halloween living together and you didn't really know the area that well yet, "I've seen a few kids around but I don't know if there are more."

He shrugs back, though it's more like a nervous tic than a response. He waits a minute before saying, "I-if n-no one is g-going to come around, w-w-why don't w-we go out i-iiinstead?"

"What do you mean?"

"I-I-I know w-we're too old for t-t-trick or treating, b-but we could ssstill dress up a-and walk the neighbourhood?"

You consider it for a minute before your face lights up with an idea. "Billy, you're a genius!"

He's still smiling but looks at you with a questioning tilt of his brow.

"Ahh, c'mon we've got find some costumes!" you say, darting out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom, your half-finished shopping list left forgotten on the counter top.

Billy hurries after you, only slightly concerned about the excitement his suggestion seems to have unleashed in you.

Three hours later, you present your full costume to Billy. He's sat on the couch and admires you dutifully as you twirl in your long, black gown. Or, the closest approximation you could make to a gown out of what you had in your closest.

"You l-l-look a-amazing," he sighs, holding out his hand for you.

You take it, dipping as gracefully as you could manage to sit on his lap, "And you make an excellent Gomez." You kiss him on the cheek, leaving a smudge of blood red lipstick behind.

Billy's wearing a suit, his only suit that he brings out for special occasions, and you'd manage to tame his curls back into a prim and proper style for once.

"Are we ready to go?" you ask, reaching over the pick up the pillowcases you'd left on the coffee table.

"Y-yeah, it'll be fun?" he smiles, but there's a hint of a question in his voice, like he still isn't sure of his own idea.

"Sure will, you excited?" you ask, but before he can answer you tilt his chin, pressing your ruby lips to his.

When you pull away, he smiles again, sharp eyes softening for once as he glances from your lips to your eyes. "Y-yeah, I guess I-I am."

[writing-good-vibes]

sheriff brackett x f!reader: valentine's day prompt (red lipstick)

requested by anon !! the sheriff really is our favourite isn't he. warning for smut but it's only a little bit spicy.

You'd never done much for Valentine's Day before. Past relationships had never lasted too long and had been pretty scarce anyway. Now you thought about it, you didn't think you'd ever been in a relationship over Valentine's Day.

So, the Sheriff was your first. And you had the perfect present in mind.

Any plans you had, however, were quickly foiled when it turned out the Sheriff would have to work on Valentine's day.

"Do you have to?" you whined, pouting sadly from the sofa.

"Sweetie," the Sheriff tried to sound stern, not wanting to fall for your puppy-dog eyes, but he failed quickly. "Sweetie, I'm sorry."

He kissed the top of your head as he walks past to get to the door. You catch a hold of his wrist and press a kiss to the pulse point. "I'm gonna miss you, all day."

"I promise I will try to be home in time for dinner, I'll cook you something special," he insists, untangling his hand from yours. "Or we can order takeout, make an evening of it."

You shrug. It sounded great, really. Any time you could spend with the Sheriff was wonderful and special and loving. But, that didn't stop you from being pissed that the universe was once again getting in the way of your plans.

...

It was just after lunch and you were getting bored just waiting at home.

A lot of your ideas weren't very good, and this one was no exception.

You smirk to yourself as you run upstairs to get dressed, nothing extravagant, but something that you hoped and prayed was enough to leave an impression. Something to leave your Sheriff with something to think about all day.

Looking into the mirror over the bathroom counter, you add one last touch to your outfit. Cherry red lipstick.

You smile at your reflection, lips pressing into a kiss to hype yourself up that little bit more.

It takes less than half an hour to walk down to the police station in town.

"Hey, is the Sheriff in?" you ask the officer on desk duty, you don't remember his name.

He raises his eyebrows, but responds as friendly as anything. "Sure is, in his office. Want me to call him?"

"Is it okay if I just go back and see him?"

"Sure, I suppose. He needs a break."

You smile, understanding his meaning. "That he does."

You make you're way through the station to the Sheriff office and knock briefly on the door before slipping inside.

"Afternoon, Sheriff," you greet him. You lean back against the wall by the door as Sheriff Brackett looks up at you. He has a mountain of paperwork in front of him, the desk officer was right, he does need a break.

He smiles at you, but more than anything looks surprised. "Sweetie, fancy seeing you here."

"I got lonely, wanted to see you."

"I'll be home for dinner, sweetie."

"I know, but I was lonely."

He looks up and down at you, as you walk over to his desk. Sitting down on the edge, you smile at him, sultry and sweet and begging him to make the first move. But no, this is your escapade and if you want something, you have to initiate it.

"Weren't you lonely?" you ask, leaning back on your elbows so that you're lay across the desk, face to face with him as he still sits in the desk chair.

"I'm glad you're here," he admits, putting the pen and paperwork to the side and taking your chin in his firm grip.

Pushing through his grip, you lean back further and catch him in a kiss. He groans, like he really did miss you, and his grip tightens just a little. You can feel your lipstick smear a little bit, leaving behind proof of your affections.

Your lips leave his, only to find his neck, kissing just above the collar of his shirt, hoping the lipstick prints will rub off of his skin and stain his shirt. He can't hide you so easily, he doesn't want to.

For your efforts you're gifted his fingers. trailing down your front and you gasp when they reach your waistband. He wouldn't. Your leg twitches, spreading embarrassingly as his hand dips down, ghosting over you and you plead silently that he'll touch you just right.

...

Before you leave, you fix your smudged lipstick in the mirror above the filing cabinet in the Sheriff's office. Not as much damage as you expected. Must try harder next time, you think.

You turn back to the Sheriff, who is looking far too pleased with himself. His expression is made all the more gorgeous by the kisses left on his neck and over his own lips.

"You've got something," you gesture to your own pouting lips.

He smirks, and wipe away the evidence.