Sweetheart
Ursula Danforth x f!reader
-Part 1/?
-No movie spoilers
-Word count: 1929
-Warnings: 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, no reader description, controversially young girlfriend/wife (reader is mid-late 20s), virgin!reader, mentions of blood, probably ooc, etc.
***
It was a rainy autumn day, and you decided to brouse around your favourite bookstore. The isles were vast, and the shelves were high. Much to your delight, there was never a book out-of-place. The titles were organised by genre, and each genre was organised alphabetically by author name. It was the work of a perfectionist.
When you reached the crime/thriller section, you noticed a woman at the end of the aisle. It was hard not to notice her; her clothes were designer, probably tailored to her measurements, and her makeup looked professionally done. Her blonde hair was pulled into a low-bun, highlighting her unique, but symmetrical facial structure. Before you could tear your eyes away, she caught you staring, and your face flushed with embarrassment. âThe book youâre reading,â you began, stepping a bit closer, âitâs one of my favourites.â
âOh?â she looked amused as you continued to ramble, but she didnât interrupt. You saw the look on her face towards the end of your rant, suddenly realising how ridiculous you must sound. Before you could apologise however, she stepped in. âCan I buy you a coffee?â
âCoffee?â your mind went blank. This gorgeous, older-woman was offering to buy you coffee?
âOr tea,â she smiled, âwhichever you prefer.â
âThatâs very kind, but you donât have toââ
âI know, but I want to.â She wasnât going to take ânoâ for an answer, so you let her lead you to the cafe at the front of the store and buy you something.
The two of you sat at a small table in the corner, away from the other customers. She observed you as you took a sip of your drink, making you squirm slightly in your seat. âI, uh, didnât catch your nameâŚâ
âI never said it,â her tone wasnât malicious, but it made you feel even more insecure than you already did. âMy name is Ursula.â
âYou donât look like an Ursula.â You blurted out before you could stop yourself.
She laughed, flashing her perfect, pearly-white, teeth. You could listen to her laugh all day. âItâs a family name.â
You told her your name, and she hummed in response. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You feigned offence.
âItâs a very lovely name, sweetheart.â She assured you, patting your hand.
Your heart fluttered. This gorgeous woman, a woman old enough to be your mother, was flirting with you. âCan I get your number?â
Thatâs how it started.
***
You were married a two years after that, and thatâs when Ursula invited you to the Danforth estate for the first time. She watched you take in the vast mansion. Usually when people came to the estate, they were amazed, star-struckâŚbut you looked completely overwhelmed. âSweetheart?â Ursula tried to read your expression, but for the first time since sheâd met you, she couldnât. You and she had been living in a nice apartment, away from the pressures of high society and politics. Nothing couldâve prepared you for this.
You looked between her and the property, like you were connecting dots. Generational wealth like this didnât come without history. You were shy, yes, but stupid, you were not. You managed a wary smile as you asked the question: âwhat does your family do, exactly?â
âWell, half of the estate is a resort.â Ursula said, gesturing around. âPeople pay thousands of dollars to stay here.â
âI canât imagine spending thousands on a glorified hotel.â You looked down at your suitcase. âI totally look like one of those losers, donât I?â
Your wife chuckled, shaking her head. âYou never look like a loser.â She kissed your cheek. âI think you look quite lovely, actually.â
âHow about you show me to your room?â You suggested, your voice wavering slightly. It was a bold move coming from you, and she knew it.
She hesitated for a second, and when she saw the disappointment flicker in your eyes, she quickly responded. âIâd love to, but Iâd like you to meet my brother first.â
Youâd heard Ursula mention Titus briefly here and there, but nothing couldâve prepared you for his sharp gaze and imposing figure. A shiver ran down your spine. The way he looked at you was more than unsettling. âHelloâŚâ you said meekly, extending your hand.
He shook it without saying anything. You resisted the urge to wipe his sweat off on your pants. His hands were clammy. Titus turned to his sister. âSheâs young.â
You saw the twitch in her jaw as it clenched. âCome along, sweetheart.â She took your hand and led you to her room. âIâm sorry about Titus. He hasâŚissues.â
The tension in her body was evident, and you wanted nothing more than for her to relax. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around her waist. She raised a brow, seeing how unsure you were. âMaybe itâs best if I take the lead, hm?â She suggested, and you nodded in agreement. She took your hand and brought it up to cup one of her breasts. âYou donât have to be afraid to touch me.â
Inexperienced was an understatement. You were a virgin. In the two years you and Ursula had known each other, youâd never had sex. She wanted you to initiate it when you were ready, and now you were. She kissed you, leading you over to the bed. She always took the lead in every aspect of your relationship. âLet me know if you want to stop.â She said, removing her blouse. Her nipples were hard under the black-lace of her bra. The next thing off? Her pants. She was wearing a matching set, and you couldnât help but stare. There was the starstruck look she was anticipating earlier. You were saving it for her. âWhat? Surprised Iâm a real blonde?â She couldnât help but tease you, loving the way you squirmed.
âYou look beautiful.â You said as her expression softened. She took her time undressing you, her eyes flickering to the white-lace set you were wearing.
She hummed in approval, her thumb rubbing over the fabric covering one of your nipples, making you gasp. âSo responsive for me.â
She took her time, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were a whimpering mess atop egyptian-cotton sheets. Only after that did she let you pleasure her. Afterwards, she brought you into the shower with her and gently wasehd off the evidence of your time together. You blushed when you saw the maids had tidied everything up while you were away. Ursula poured you a class of chilled water from her personal bar. âHydrate,â she said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. âYou lost a lot of fluids.â
You almost choked on the sip you took, eyes wide as you stared at her, mortification evident. Her expression softened and she sighed. âYou have no reason to be embarrassed.â she palmed your cheek, âI enjoyed it as much as you did.â she poured herself a glass too, her eyes never leaving your body.
***
At dinner, Ursula and Titus sat across from each other, while their father, the imposing Chester Danforth sat at the head of the table. You felt very out-of-place to say the least. You sat next to Ursula, watching as servants arrived with platters of food. You smiled politely and thanked them whenever they put something in front of you. They looked almost started by the kindness, which didnât escape you.
Chester watched with a raised brow as you attempted to make small-talk; from the weather to hobbies, asking him and Titus what they like to do in their free-time. You were completely oblivious. When you looked toward Ursula, your smile faded. She looked, almost, guilty. âWhat is it?â you asked, eyes flickering around at the three aristocrats.
âWeâll be having a party to celebrate your marriage,â Titus intercepted. âThe most powerful families will be in attendance. Iâm sure it would be a great opportunity for you to get a glimpse into our life.â
Ursula stood up abruptly, causing her chair to fall back and clatter against the floor. âIf youâll excuse meâŚâ she left in a hurry, almost knocking down the butler.
You were about to go after her when Titus stopped you. âDonât be clingy.â
Insecurity took over your posture as you squirmed in your seat. You didnât say another word until you reached Ursulaâs room. You knocked before entering. The woman you loved, who was always put-together, had tears rolling down her cheeks. âUrusla, are you alright?â
âThese parties my family hosts,â she started. âIs our familyâs way of, how do I put this? Hazing?â
âOh,â you said quietly, looking down. âI really thought they liked meâŚâ you sounded so sad and it broke Ursulaâs heart.
âThey donât dislike you, they justâŚdonât see you as equal. Not yet.â
âWhat do I need to do for them to accept me then?â you asked, desperate for their approval. You were always so desperate to please.
âItâs complicated, sweetheart.â
***
The night of the party, you made sure to look your best. You really wanted to make a good impression. Ursula was beside you the entire time, but she was tense, like she was protecting you. Chester Danforth insisted that you wear something delicate. You looked angelic, wearing a white slip-dress. It was a stark contrast compared to the dark, mostly black, wardrobe of the other guests. Ursula and Titus stood on either side of you, walking you up the stage of the ballroom. Chester Danfroth stood there, his expression unreadable. You looked out at the crowd of people before you, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of your stomach.
âLadies and Gentlemen, we have a very special guest with us tonight,â he went on to introduce you, but all you could hear was the blood rushing to your ears as your heart raced. You hated being the centre of attention. âOne person from each family will have the opportunity to play hide-and-seek tonight. Whoever catches our guest of honour will win a seat on the council. Whoever fails, will make Mr Le Bail very angry.â
Mr Le Bail? Who is Mr Le Bail?
***
âHide until sunrise, sweetheart. Everything will be alright.â Is what she had said. You were covered in blood, some of it yours, most of it not. You watched the sun rise, trembling in the cool autumn air. You didnât even hear Uruslaâs voice as she called your name, shaking you, desperate to pull you out of the shock gripping your body.
âLook at me, sweetheart, please,â she was crying, watching helplessly as your eyelids fluttered. âIâm so sorry.â She kept repeating that phrase as the familyâs team of personal physicians tried to stop the bleeding. You were bleeding out.
***
You woke up in Ursulaâs bed, bandaged and bruised, an IV attached to you, administering fluids and morphine. She was holding your hand, and she gasped when you squeezed it. She brought you water and helped you sit up.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â you sighed, exhausted.
âI couldnât,â she kissed your bandages knuckles. âHow are you feeling?â
âLike I was stabbed.â
âIâm sorry.â she looked genuinely remorseful, which meant a lot to you.
âStop appologising,â you said, taking in her tearful expression. âI figured your family was into some fucked up shit.â
Her started laugh broke the silence of the room, and it made you smile. You loved her laugh. The comfortable atmosphere was snuffed out when Titus came in. He looked at you, then at Ursula. âAre you two producing an heir or do I have to find a wife?â











