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myveryownfanfiction · 1 month ago
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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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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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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
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"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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writing-good-vibes · 2 years ago
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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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writing-good-vibes · 3 years ago
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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! 
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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year ago
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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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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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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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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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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
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"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.
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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.
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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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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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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
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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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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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Sheriff Brackett Flirting With You Would Include
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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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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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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 🙃)
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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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Sheriff Brackett Comforting You Would Include
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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
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headoverhiddles · 5 years ago
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Sheriff Brackett and Dr. Loomis Fighting Over You Would Include
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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."
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writing-good-vibes · 3 years ago
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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: marriage
marriage isn't for everyone but if you did tie the knot, there is no way it wouldn't be a wild ride with all of them, one way or another. warning for smut (mild).
charles lee ray
no one could ever accuse this man of being a romantic
(except he really, really is)
legally he doesn't care if you get married or not
but you suggest it first (not a proposal) and you both mutually agree to it
then he sort of proposes (with a ring and flowers) after you've already agreed
if you want a legal marriage it would have to be before any of his murders are he is known to the police
(he's already known for petty crime but getting married would really blow his cover if he's already a wanted murderer)
you go to the nearest courthouse and have a bare minimum ceremony
he wears the nicest suit he already owns
and you go out and get a white dress that you could wear again to a bar
you sign the papers
then you consummate your love in the ladies toilets
whether you go on honeymoon depends on how much money you have at the time
either you go to a tacky wedding motel or you stay in and don't leave the apartment for a week
either way you're having a lot of sex
like seriously
jack dante
it's hard work to get him to actually go through with the wedding
he is actually the one to propose to you
after sex of course
"babe, we should like, get hitched"
he means it, he does, but maybe in a more metaphorical way??
it takes some nagging but you finally get him to go down to the courthouse with you
there is definitely a legal/financial aspect of your marriage
like he may be the wild card employee but he gets paid ludicrously well for everything he contributes to the company (and to try and keep a little bit under control)
if something happened to him (and he has no doubt one day bob might just have him bumped off) he may as well give everything to you, there's no one else for it to go to
neither of you dress up for the ceremony
but you do buy some tacky bridal lingerie to wear underneath
another bare minimum ceremony
it's not your first rodeo doing it in a public restroom
it's almost romantic, a repeat of your first time
the white lacy panties are surprisingly very appreciated
you have to convince him to move back to his old apartment together now that you're married instead of hiding away at CHAANK
he honestly probably forgets you're even married until you bring it up
billy bibbit
he proposes to you
one day while you're at home on a sunday afternoon
lay together on the couch while you read
"h-hey, i h-h-have sssomething to a-ask you"
his stutters gets a tiny bit worse and you worry something is up
"l-l-listen, I-I rrreally love y-you a-a-a-and I-" he has to pause and collect himself
but you already know what he's going to ask and you can't keep from smiling
"w-will you m-m-mmmarry me?"
you throw your book aside and throw your arms around him
"yes! yes, of course I will billy!"
billy is a good christian boy so you have a good christian church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)
it's a very small wedding
only your favourite family members and closest friends come
same with billy
he feels incredibly guilty for not inviting his mother, but he hasn't seen her since he finally discharged himself from the hospital
you reassured him and remind him that this is the start of your lives together
he looks so dapper in his suit
you help him pick it out
he insists he doesn't want to see your dress until the big day
he cries when he sees you walk up the aisle
loves calling you his wife, and you calling him husband makes him feel wanted
puts your wedding photo in every room and carries it around in his wallet
sheriff brackett
he didn't expect he'd ever find someone he'd want to marry
(what with his last marriage ending the way it did)
when he realises he's truly in love with you, and you with him, he plans his proposal
it's nothing extravagant but it's absolutely perfect
you have a romantic dinner together and he does a whole speech about how much he loves you
and you see where it's going but you let him go on for a minute until you're like "do you want to ask me something?"
he flusters about it but is very cute and finally pops the question
"i - sweetie, i'd be honoured to make you my wife, will you marry me?"
you have a church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)
close family and friends only
cries when you walk down the aisle
annie gets very invested in helping with the planning and is probably more bothered about it than either of you are
you have a (very) classy dress
loves that he can call you his wife now !! the sheriff's wife !!
reception at your house, classic buffet
lowkey you both cannot wait untl everyone just leaves
*wink wink*
you do have a first dance in private though after everyone leaves
you're both soft and giggling and the song is a cheesy love song but it's perfect
your wedding night is the height of romance
your bridal lingerie really does it for him
what better start for your marriage than him making you cum so many times that you lose count?
doc cochran
you and doc didn't think you'd get married at all
neither of you felt the need to make anything official
you both consider yourself as his common law wife anyway
but something happens (either you get pregnant or some unrest with the camp politics makes the future seem uncertain) you decide you may as well tie the knot officially
there's no real proposal, he just sort of asks
you go to the Grand where E.B (being mayor) unfortunately has to officiate
you don't intend to invite anyone, saying it is no one elses business
but people catch wind (i.e. al, trixie and jane, merrick, maybe sol and seth) and basically invite themselves
you wear your best dress
and doc doesn't half scrub up well
Al invites you both back for a drink at the gem which you accept
("only one though, al" "sure, sure, you gotta get back home - the marriage bed is waiting - I understand")
the marriage bed is waiting though and you get kind of emotional when you go home together for the first time as husband and wife
funnily enough no one shows up at doc's that night for treatment and you have the whole night to yourselves
grima wormtongue
it takes you both a long time before you admit your feelings for each other and commit to having a relationship rather than a friends with benefits situation
marriages move fairly quickly in middle earth
no sooner are you engaged are you at the alter
wedding is moderately fancy because grima is doing pretty well being the king's adviser
few people actually show up who don't have to be there though because neither of you exactly have a lot of friends
grima almost clams up when it comes the ceremony because he doesnt want to say all this personal stuff about how much he loves you in front of other people
but you both get through it and finally, finally you are properly married
he's very emotional when you consummate your marriage but he tries to hide it
(but you know him too well)
tommy ludlow
he proposes one morning after sex
it's only just getting light and you both have to get up for work soon
you're still sweaty and his face is pressed into your neck
and in hushed tones you whisper back and forth
"will you marry me?"
it takes you a second to process what he said, "you wanna get married?"
"if you'll have me"
you kiss him and whisper "yes"
it's a church wedding for you and tommy (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)
he has a pretty big extended family and he has to invite them all
your dress and his suit are second hand
(because you're saving for better things)
laura takes a lot of photos for you
including the classic confetti toss one as you leave the church
takes you ages to comb all the confetti out of tommy's hair afterwards
cheesy first dance at the wedding reception
you can tell tommy is nervous so you joke around and make sure he doesn't take it too seriously
when you get home? goddamn you ride him like there's no tomorrow
(still in your wedding dress)
leo nova
it's go big or go home with him
80s fashion at its best
your dress is worth more than the rent on your old apartment
he doesn't see it before the wedding
you're surprised at how many traditions he sticks too despite him having the emotional range of a teaspoon
not many people get an invite to the ceremony but it's a wild after party
like a bunch of coked out 80s gangsters ?? amazing
the honeymoon is next level
you go to some tropical holiday resort (caribbean, thailand or spain) and it is all sun, sex and sangria for two whole weeks
tucker cleveland
didn't think he'd want to get married again
but in reality he just didn't like his first wife all that much
takes you out to dinner and proposes
when you say yes he is honestly relieved
but because he doesn't want to get emotional he calls over the waiter to get your free dessert
courthouse wedding
you do insist he wears a suit though and you buy a white dress
does the whole "just married" thing on the back of his truck
actually takes you on a honeymoon (sort of)
you go out of state and stay in a motel for a week
(vigorous sex ensues)
now you're married good and proper you can be his good little wifey
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writing-good-vibes · 2 years ago
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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.
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writing-good-vibes · 3 years ago
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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
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writing-good-vibes · 3 years ago
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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: periods (smut)
got my period so dragged this out of my drafts because we all know that none of brad's characters would be turned off by a little menstruation. this part is specifically about period sex, part two will be fluff. WARNING for smut, periods and fem!gendered language the parts where i definitely went too far. more notes in tags.
charles lee ray
lives for it
he brings the idea up to you when you start a period one time
has the pretense that he wants to help your cramps but don't be fooled it's just another excuse to get his dick wet
blood really makes this man go feral and your period is no different
seriously
your sheets will be ruined
nothing makes him last like when you're on your period
will do you in every position
(every position)
has absolutely no problem going down on you, eats pussy like a starving man
blood on his hands, his face, your face, your tits, smeared between your thighs, coating his dick
jack dante
also goes a little crazy when you're on your period
doesn't know it helps with cramps but his enthusiasm makes up for it
if you're wearing a tampon as you're about to get busy, he will take it out for you (not to kink shame him but he is too into it)
draws the line at going down on you though
who'd have thought that the man who is hard pressed to take a shower once in a while would be squeamish about eating you out on your period?
bends you over his desk when you give him the go ahead
likes to watch as his dick gets covered in blood
and watches it dribble down your thighs
is more gentle afterwards than usual
i.e. will stay and "cuddle" for a while (like 5 minutes) and doesn't just leave you to do whatever he does
sheriff brackett
his "only" goal is to relieve your cramps
technically he brings it up because you mention you're on and therefore can't do it because guys think it's gross
"you know, sex can help with this sort of thing, and i'd be more than happy to help you out sweetie if you wanted me to"
slow
like really slow
wants you to be relaxed and also doesn't want to hurt you
gets overly protective
will put a towel down because he is sensible
tries not to get any blood on you
because he's a gentleman he wipes his fingers off on the towel before touching your face
missionary because he is soft and wants you to take care of you, leave it all to him
grima wormtongue
thinks period sex means you can't get pregnant (false)
science isn't too set in stone yet in middle earth i guess
also think it helps with cramps (true) so he can pretend he is being helpful but really he is just horny
good luck trying to wash his sheets afterwards because it will be you that has to sneakily wash them in private
missionary because he wants to see your legs spread
(definitely some primal fertility kink thing he has going on with you)
doc cochran
at last, a true man of science
you're the one who brings it up even though he already knows about the benefits re: cramps
but you have to bring up everything re: sex or else he's too polite to do it
when you do bring it up though he is straight on board with the whole thing
will finger you periodically throughout the day to help relieve cramps
which is hotter than it sounds
you lowkey love that he gets all "official doctors advice" on you about it
has you on his lap riding him so he can hold you close
and doesn't ruin the bed
he totally coddles you
"do you feel better now?" "sure i do, doc"
definitely not just your cramps that are better either
tommy ludlow
you're the one who brings it up to him saying that it helps with cramps
very happy you brought it up because he didn't want to be insensitive and ask to fuck while you were on
but you are more than up for it
which is good for him because he is always down to fuck
happy that there's not a week in the month that you two can't fuck
will put a towel down because he's not actually into the blood aspect
actually was sort of surprised a how good it felt when you were so much warmer and wetter
leo nova
doesn't have the pretense of helping with cramps because he is mean and doesn't care
like charles he just wants to get his dick wet
doesn't put a towel down but is still the one to complain that the sheets are ruined
will cuddle for a bit afterwards because he's not a total monster
secretly loves how much more sensitive you are
(makes you squeal)
"you're like a bitch in heat like this"
can do less work for more reward
tucker cleveland
doesn't have a thing for blood specifically
but does have a thing for hot, dirty sex
does manual labour for a living so not afraid of being sweaty/bloody/sticky
if he can get you wet and help you out with cramps then he is a happy man
pussy eating pro, especially when on your period when he can get you to make so many more noises
(will also take your tampon out himself because he says it gets you riled up, does more for him though if we're all honest though)
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