ScotlandxReader: For The First Time by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
Literature
ScotlandxReader: For The First Time
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart, while I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar, and we don't know how. How we got into this mad situation, only doing things out of frustration.
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
Allistor sighed as he slumped onto his usual bar stool. He ran a hand through his red hair, clenching his fingers before looking up. He nodded to the slim man behind the bar and a dusty bottle was set in front of him. He thanked him and twisted top off with ease. He took a swing of the liquid and savored the burn the alcohol left in his throat. He rested his hand in his cheek and scrunched
ScotlandxReader - Bed Sheet by DocileGloom, literature
Literature
ScotlandxReader - Bed Sheet
In the midst of a bright winter's morning a young woman stood by her bedroom window, looking at the snowy landscape as if the sight was foreign to her. The wind had a particular bite to it that morning. So chilly was the air that it seeped through her nightdress and diffused into her skin, causing her breathing to deepen from the sudden shock to her body. She shivered a little and ran her hands along her arms in an attempt to warm herself up, but alas it was to no avail. Still though, the morning was particularly spectacular to behold, and she did not wish to go back to bed just yet. The highlands were beautiful this time of year. The sky was
The moment the screen went black, you nearly screamed. Curse this bloody storm! Because of it, the paper you'd written about 'Scottish men and their kilts' was now completely gone.
'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!'
Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland.
Who else?
Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it w
.:Scotland:.
“Allistor, come on,” you groaned when Allistor would continually ignore you as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and facing you, so you poked his cheek again in sleepy irritation. He grunted in irritation, so you decided to poke him again, “Get up and off your sexy ass already and go check up on our baby...”
Allistor snorted briefly in his pretend sleep before smirking, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest to keep you from moving. He moved your hair away carefully before kissing your neck and ignoring your 'nagging'. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling
Devil's Dance Floor (ScotlandXReader) by moriartyssniper, literature
Literature
Devil's Dance Floor (ScotlandXReader)
CAUTION: SWEARING AND KISSING AND DRINKING AND STUFF
Your mind still whirled as you tried to comprehend all of the information your mind was just forced to absorb as you walked through the streets of the small Scottish town side by side with the only other girl in your semester abroad group. Kurai-she refused to be called anything else, much less her real name- seemed completely at ease as she stretched, yawning loudly.
“How can you do that?” you asked her, skeptical about how she could have qualified for the semester abroad in Scotland when she didn’t seem to care about her grades or future at all.
Kurai shrugged. &ldquo
Scotland x Reader - Punishment by AwesomePerson26, literature
Literature
Scotland x Reader - Punishment
He smirked. How you would love to smack that smirk off! It's not your fault you had lost the bet, it was all that damned red-head's fault!
Since you had lost the bet, you had to pay the price. So here you stand, in a corset, a white button up shirt underneath, and a plaid mini skirt. The corset was on pretty tight, but not too tight so you could still breath. Sadly it still pushed your breasts up and made them look bigger.
"Damn you, William[1]. . ." You said with a venom laced tone. The Scottish male's smirk only widened.
"There nothin' ye can do, lass~" He said, tapping his cigarette, ashes fell into a small black ashtray. He