Scotland's corset (Scotland x chubby reader)

Allister Kirkland was  a piece of work. His red hair styled into a  borderline bed head fashion. He was pale like most gingers if you looked closely you would see the tiniest of freckles. Both of his ears were pierced. The left ear was of gold rings from the lobe all the way to the cartilage.The right was a iron cross and attached cuff. He dressed semi formal with his blue jeans, button up, and vest. His neck was colored in greens,reds, purples,browns, blacks, and blues. His eyes were piercing green that loved to undress everyone in the room. That's why you tended to look at your feet more than anything the only people’s eyes that you looked into were your family’s.


“ I see you had another romp with some random trollop again,” Glaring at the ‘love bites’ on his neck, “ Lord Kirkland.”  He laughed lightheartedly. “ No need to be so formal with lil’ ol’ me.”  You looked around the library hoping to see some petite women giggling their hearts out at seeing the unfashionable you chatting with the biggest cad to come from the Kirkland family. Curse changing fashion fads. You were formerly considered decadent, luxurious, and rich looking, now the only time you heard those descriptions in your presence was when someone was talking about pastries!

Something you’ve been forbidden to so much as look at since the petite women craze came in. There’s nothing wrong with skinny women you could see the appeal in it skinny women tended to look delicate. While bigger women looked... what’s a positive adjective that doesn’t have remind you of food? You usually aren't this gluttonous but dear sweet Gothic literature were you starving. Nothing but sugarless tea and crackers were you fed in hopes of being ‘ more suitable for marriage’. You couldn’t focus on the most scandalous novel you have ever read about an Italian gent and his somewhat spicy wartime stories. “ So how’s my family’s library treating you?” “ It does it’s purpose.” It was the most single beautiful place in the world, the shelves were ready to burst, the lighting just so, and better yet you got to read.Your tone was polite but clipped.Your parents forbade you from even so much as walking into the same wing as the family library worried your womanly mind couldn’t handle too much thinking or imagining. You kept your passion for knowledge a secret for obvious reasons.  “ It’s not as legendary as your family library, that’s for sure.”

“It’s legendary? Wha-wha-those wanks!” Raising both fiery brows, “ So ‘tis true, and what a shame, rumour has that you never set foot into the wing of that library.” You lost your mind, “ Have you seen my family’s library?” You talked in that I'm  furious but I’m pretending to be nice way that women were able to talk.

“ I’m a regular at your library, whenever the opportunity arises your father shows it off.” Of course. “ I want to see it.” “ I’ll be more than happy to sneak you in.” He’s not  so bad now? He must be a fellow lover of knowledge you smiled gratefully.

“ Though I get you in return.”  Now frowning in disgust. “ Fine but after you get me into that library.” He lickes his cracked lips. Why did you have to find out that he had a tongue piercing? “ The longer I wait the more you’ll be trembling when I’m done.”


Two weeks and would you finally get a chance to get into the library.  Your big debut took a week to prepare, the top chefs made food you were forbidden to eat, seamstresses made a dress that would surely make Allister more hungry, and music so wonderful that it made you want to dance. Though only one or two eligible men danced with you and those were because your families were old alliances. Allister only wanted you because you were one of the few women he hasn’t taken a flower from. He danced with you once but left in the middle of it. You doubled over clutching a hunger pain. You  the supposed belle of the ball watched everyone have fun while your stomach ate itself. “ Oh my heavens!” “ Someone call for a doctor!” “A corpse at her own debut how dreadful!” “ She’s starved you dolts.” An icy mumble that only you could hear.

You smelled chocolate, cream,and flaky dough. You sat straight up with wild eyes and  grabbed the  creampuff out of his hand with your teeth. Your sudden return to the land of the living caused some women to gasp but what you did next was done right pornographic to polite society. Allister had some cream and chocolate on his fingers you licked them clean. Men cried out, women fainted, your parents quickly drank their remaining sherry hoping to fool themselves that it was a drunken hallucination, and Allister’s face matched his hair.


Your jaw dropped, the wing the library was in was the whole entire library. You immediately started going after every single scandalous or ‘too hard for the female mind to handle’ books that you could grab. It got to the point Allister had to help you carry them.  After the ‘Creamy finger incident’ to save your reputation your parents arranged a marriage between you and Allister. The whole Kirkland family stayed with your family. They were mostly half-siblings sharing a same mother whose husbands always had a bad habit of dying on her.They were warm, rowdy, and rather loving with one another. Something you never saw between an aristocratic family. Though if he had so much as a nanosecond of time alone with you he’d make sure to flirt or just do something improper with you.








Like right now you were trying to read a book by a female author of all things. When he just had to rub circles through your nightgown so that your child bearing hips could form goosebumps. “ What you did at that ball was vera naughty don’t ya know?” You gasped when you felt the cold tongue piercing  on your collar bone. “ I said after you got me into the library.” You were scared he could do anything to you and you would be labeled a harlot whether you wanted it or not. You were shaking not just from the the reactions he was causing your body to experience. Something he picked up on. “ Sorry ‘bout dat.” His scottish heritage and accent were usually hidden but whenever the opportunity came he wouldn’t bother to hide it. He nuzzled your neck, wrapped his arms around your waist, and let you read.



When you finished your twentieth book within an hour of being at the library Allister whispered in your ear. “ You're almost as fast as me.” You ignored him while you reached for another book. “ You know once we're married you can read as much as you want.”  Your impending marriage to this man was brought back to your attention. Making something queasy settle in your stomach. It wasn’t hunger either since he’s been sneaking food to you like a child does to a pet. “ You excited ta marry a scot?”

“ Just about as excited as debating what shade of white is more pure with my mother.” He smirked you could feel it, “ Trust me you're not wearing white to our wedding.” The urge to run was never so great in your life. “  I didn’t mean it like that deary,” he sighed as if regretting his earlier flirtations.  “I thought your mum told ya, since me mum doesn’t have daughters she’s planning a traditional scottish wedding. Women wear pale colored tartans in the clans colors, the Kirkland clans color is green. Me mum picked out a sea green colored one for ya to wear.” “ Like your eyes.” You commented rather foolishly. He kissed the side of your cheek.  Nothing more happened after that. Even when he snuck you to your bedroom. Just as he was leaving a confused you behind, “ Why aren’t you fulfilling your part of the bargain?” He turned around his sea green eyes almost glowing, “I need ya to wake up.”

Jolting awake to see a half eaten creampuff on your nightstand,a historical romance novel flattened against your chest, and a very pleased husband of yours. “ That’s a new get up ya got there.” You were wearing a plaid corset that matched his eyes. You also wore a white skirt that rose to reveal your soft thighs. You looked over to the creampuff on your nightstand and back to him. The only sign he caught your drift was when he licked his lips while  made of show of eating the pastry. “ This is gonna be kinkier than our honeymoon if yer keepin’ this up .” He whimpered a bit wishing he could be that pastry.