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Could I possibly get sweet tooth x fem! reader? Where he takes you through the cornfields, it's summer and its warm weather so you're wearing a summer's dress. That's makes it easy for him. smut please <33
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☙“Cornfield Paradise”❧
Sweet Tooth x Fem Reader
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Summary: A long day to spend at the cornfields with a familiar face🤡🤭
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‼️little smut‼️
This story takes place in a cornfield near Las Vegas. About 2 hours out of the city. A cornfield not many people go to for leisure/explore for the day. But this girl, who goes by the name ‘Stacey’ who lives in Reno, Nevada, lives in a quiet, little settlement.
She has brown hair, wearing a golden flora dress with brown boots was on a bus trip for the holiday. Just her alone.
Her place of peace was the cornfields. It was unexplainable to answer when her family or friends ask why she always goes to that exact location every holiday. But there is a little secret she has kept from others and that secret is her meeting a clown who goes by the name ‘Sweet Tooth’. He is crazy, funny, strong and she admires those traits about him 🤭. Stacey knows that she cannot tell others because, well, it’s obvious that they’ll judge or think she’s crazy for talking or perhaps hanging out with a psychotic clown, but in her eyes he’s something else…someone who she can understand with all her heart and soul.
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Stacey arrives at the cornfields, smiling, feeling the hot sun hit her pale skin. She puts on her brim hat which has a bow on the top to make the outfit look more cute. She steps off the bus and starts walking towards the sign which says ‘Cornfield Paradise’!
Her eyes drift from the sign to a familiar ice-cream truck. Her eyes widen with surprise, a wide smile appears and (can we not forget the heart starting to pound because why not! 🤷🏻♀️, whose heart wouldn’t beat fast if ya saw The ChunkyHunkyBeefCakeBoi🤭)
She walks over to the truck to see if the beefy guy was inside waiting and he certainly was, except he was at the back, ramaging through his arsenal of tools. Stacey shares a big smile and speaks to get his attention.
“Hey Sweet Tootie”
Sweet Tooth turns to her and smiles, pleased to see her again.
“Hello darling, what a nice surprise”
Her heart was pounding out of her chest, hearing his voice and feeling weak at the knees of his words, but she keeps her sanity in check but just seeing him made her feel *something*.
He notices her reaction and smirks under his mask. His dark brown eyes gazing upon her figure, taking in everything. Knowing that him gazing so intensely leads to a *bulge* happening in his polka dot pants. She notices and starts blushing. He quickly hopped out of his mini truck before grabbing her hand and leading her into the cornfield. She didn’t hesitate to allow him to guide her through the tall cornfield and arrived at an abandoned but rather tidy looking barn. He spun her round and she happened to face his way, making her walk backwards inside the barn. He closed the big doors and…..
To Be Continued📝
Day 4: Kate and the Bridgertons (Mallet of Death)
Katharine Sheffield walked down the street like she owned it. She was a tall woman-- the heels she wore had her standing easily over six feet. With dark, intelligent eyes that never missed a beat and darker curly hair framing her face, she was striking. Not beautiful exactly but there was something about her.
Colin only met her once but she'd made a strong impression. Judging by the wary look Anthony was giving her, he wasn't the only one who thought that.
"Bridgertons," she nodded once in greeting, "it's been a while."
When Anthony didn't pick up the thread, Colin slapped an obviously fake grin on his face. "Kate. Nearly five years since you testified against me."
Kate smiled back, all sharp edges. "Well, you did steal a painting insured by my employer for several million dollars."
"Allegedly," Anthony interrupted, ever the lawyer.
Kate's gaze jumped to the older brother and narrowed, eyes ice cold. "Allegedly," she repeated dryly.
They stared at each other unblinking for a long moment. "Well, isn't this just a happy reunion..." Colin said in a soto voice.
"Colin," Anthony snapped in a warning tone. He looked back at Kate. "You called for a reason?" he prompted.
Looking a bit like she'd smelled something rotten (and that something was them), Kate nodded. "My company, ARTE Generali, insured a hundred million in non-government Japanese bearer bonds."
Colin whistled. "Samurai bonds. Nice." Two matching glares snapped to his face and he held up his hands innocently. An illusion neither was buying, especially when he decided to ask: "That's a hundred million in yen or U.S. dollars?"
"Dollars," Kate confirmed with an unamused eye roll. No one was calling the FBI over a hundred million yen-- that was pocket change for a company like ARTE Generali.
Head tilted thoughtfully, Colin couldn't help asking, "And what's your cut if you recover them?"
Kate smirked. "Two percent." Colin resisted the urge to whistle again. "Which I only see if we find them, so…" She pulled a manila folder from her bag and handed it to Anthony who immediately flipped it open. "The truck was hijacked in transport, and I think the bonds are somewhere here in New York."
All of the earlier tension seemed to have dissipated as Anthony focused on the business at hand. "Danbury said you believe Nigel Berbrook is involved."
Kate nodded distractedly, something nearby catching her eye.
Anthony handed Colin the file to flip through-- it held pictures of the missing bonds, the truck, Berbrook. "Big international real-estate guy," Colin commented absently as he skimmed the man's biosheet. "He can move them without raising flags."
Kate's sharp gaze cut back to him for a moment. "Yes, he can." She offered another grin that could cut glass. "Excuse me for a moment."
Colin watched as Kate spoke quietly with the valet before glancing surreptitiously at his brother. Anthony looked… well, honestly, Colin wasn't certain what the expression on his brother's face meant. When he turned his gaze back to Kate, she was accepting the keys to an incredibly expensive looking car.
A man in a suit rushed out to the street. "Hey! That's my car! What the hell--?"
"Mr. Hartside, listen to me," Kate said in a confident, no-nonsense tone, "you can change the vin numbers, you can change the grill, the paint-- it's still an Aston Martin Victor. I know because you did not change the electronic vin behind the steering wheel."
The man's face was turning the most interesting magenta color. "You're crazy! You're stealing my car!"
"No, you stole it. I'm taking it back." Hartside reached into his jacket but Kate was faster. She pulled out a baton and made quick work of him, landing her final blow to the shin. Colin winced-- that had to hurt. "You are more than welcome to file a complaint with the FBI," she added, nodding toward them.
Hartside looked at Anthony who was already flashing his badge. "Special Agent Bridgerton, FBI."
The man, whose complexion had made a startling turn from red to white, tried to hurry away despite having been rather effectively hobbled. "This is obviously a misunderstanding. I should…"
Anthony pulled out his cuffs. "You should stop walking and keep your hands where I can see them."
"Yeah, running just annoys him," Colin told Hartside, flashing a charming smile toward his brother. He walked over to Kate who was now leaning against the car watching the arrest with mild interest. "So you're basically a high-class repo person."
Kate's predatory smile returned. "I prefer white-collar bounty hunter."
"Pithy," Anthony grunted as he wrangled Hartside. "Damn it, Kate, do you always have to go for the shins?"
With wide innocent eyes no one who'd witnessed the last five minutes would ever believe, Kate shrugged. "It was my only defense." There was something hard in her tone that hadn't been there before and Colin didn't miss his brother's responding grimace.
Kate pushed herself off the car and pulled a card from her bag. "When you want to talk about that painting, call me." She pressed the card firmly to Colin's chest until he took it but her gaze was on Anthony. "Bridgertons." The corner of her mouth ticked upwards. "Hartside."
She walked around to the open car door, slid inside like she belonged there and drove off. Colin let out a long exhale, relieved she'd left. There was something too perceptive about Katharine Sheffield. She was dangerous.