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Yan! Lawyer Husband x GN Spouse Reader

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

CW: mafia related stuffs (ALL FOR READER...), disturbing ideations. NSFW

You were the subject of envy for everyone, the spouse of the infamous lawyer, Yulian de Alpheus, who possessed wealth, reputation, intelligence, and undying loyalty to you. To people, you were the beautiful dove living in the gilded cage he had given you, luxuries that fulfilled anyone's needs and wishes.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆?

To him, the one who was truly locked in the cage was him. He was and would forever be locked in the gilded cage, forever drowned in his adoration toward you. If he had to live in a world where you did not exist, he would not hesitate to shoot himself to death and find you again.

--

"Dear, how about we go on a vacation this month?"

His words had you choked on your food. He immediately stood up and pat your back, a handkerchief that you embroidered for him handed to you as he handed you a glass of water, "Apology, did my question catch you off guard dear?"

You shook your head while you regained your composure, "It's just that I was surprised, you had been busy these days so how could you spare me your time for a silly vacation?"

Yulian chuckled as he patted your head, "True, and I plan to work even harder to finish all the mess they had shoved me to work on, I'm sure I could finish it right in time before our estimated vacation."

You frowned to yourself, your husband had always been a hard-working man. It was no surprise judging by the amount of assets he could own at such a fairly young age. While some of it was thanked to his father, you knew those would not remain had he not worked hard to keep and grow.

"Dear, I don't want you to over-exert yourself with this case just for a vacation. If you were worried about me then please pay no mind, I am content with everything but you stressing yourself."

Yulian sat back and started slicing the meat on his plate, "Dear, I did not marry you just to have you live in this house as a prisoner," the way he sliced things was of good etiquette but you knew. You knew how he always looks at the things he sliced as a subject of... low-life. "I want my beloved to live in happiness, a life where you get to have and own anything you want without a single worry," It's almost as though he wished he could use more force with the knife, "A life where you do not wish to end," Yulian used his fork to pick the sliced meat up to your lip, "A life where you wish you could live in for eternity."

You thought to yourself for a moment, drowning in thought before smiling at him, "Yes, a vacation this month sounds nice." You opened your mouth and ate the piece.

--

"What were you even thinking about to the point you tangle yourself into this mess?" Yulian furrowed his eyebrow, in his office was the leader of a renowned mafia group in the underground world and Yulian sat on the leathered chair with his hand wiping his white gun.

The ringleader's subordinates were clearly displeased with the way Yulian easily belittled the case and him but they knew better than to cause a mess.

"So? What do you need this time?"

Yulian stored the gun back in its respective place, locking the shelf with the key before handing the ringleader's subordinate a folder of files.

"I'll need you to fabricate everything I handed you. I've given you options of people for you to use as a scapegoat as well."

The ringleader took the folder and started reading the files in it, scanning the words that were typed on it.

"And I expect you to finish it all by this week. I'll be taking a vacation for myself by the end of the month so I'll finish the case in a few trials. I'd like you to find a way around the judge and jury as well. The more the better, understood?"

Yulian was an infamous lawyer. A lawyer who would validate any way to make his client proclaimed 'Not Guilty'. As much as he hated having to drag his name around the underground world, he had no choice but to work together with them. Why?

"Fine, I'll inform you everything this weekend." The ringleader left the room with his subordinates following behind him meekly. The moment they had walked out of his building and entered the car, one of them posed a question.

"Why did you let that shrimp belittle you, boss? It's not like he is the only lawyer we could have our hand with."

The ringleader did not look at his subordinate as he was still analyzing the content of the files. Even so, he was still attentive enough to answer them back, "Well, if you know exactly how strong my influence is, why do you think I allow him to boss over my men?"

The man gulped as his hand held the steering wheel tightly. Why would a measly bug be able to hold power over his boss?

"... He somehow got his hands into our mud. In simpler terms, he blackmailed me."

His right-hand man sighed, "Yulian is nothing but a coward, Kaspar. A coward."

What difference did it make to him? The fact that the two of them blackmailed people to survive while the ideations were biased to each side was nothing but hypocrisy.

"And yet he is the coward that dared to step into the underground world just to protect his spouse..." Kaspar winced at the word 'spouse', "he did all of that just for the love of his life. Is that supposed to be considered foolish or not...?"

The men fell silent until one of them proposed a question, "Then why not use his spouse against him?"

--

The basement that you did not know even existed. You knew there was a bunker down your house but you were never aware of the existence of the basement.

You were asleep so technically you couldn't have heard anything. No, the room was made to be soundproof, no one could hear what was going on in the room.

But you heard it anyway. You heard it faintly, the sounds of people screaming. It wasn't clear, almost below a whisper but it kept you awake. You looked to your side and found your husband absent from the bed again.

"Is he working again?"

You stood up and slipped your feet into the slippers before walking out of your shared bedroom. The hall was lit up by the warm white lights, the light that always comforts you no matter what. You walked toward his office which was located on the first floor, giving the grand door a knock before entering it.

"Dear?"

No one was inside the room. The room was laced with the smell of coffee, the only thing that he probably could love aside from you. You walked to his desk and read some of the files on it. The words on the paper were beyond your comprehension so you stopped reading it, glancing at the cup of coffee, you feel the cup with your hand. It's cold and full. Weird.

You took a look around his office, bookshelves on the side while a framed portrait of you and him hung on the other side.

He must have really loved this portrait, refusing to change it with a new one.

"Dear?"

You jumped at his voice, where did he come out from?

"Dear, where did you come from?"

"Ah, I was in the washroom. What brings you here? Did something wake you up?" Yulian asked you as he approached you while drying his hand with his handkerchief.

You took a closer look at it, it's not the same handkerchief you gave him. Weird. He had always been insistent on only using the handkerchief you embroidered for him.

"Dear?"

"Ah," you snapped out of your thought, "it's just that... I felt lonely. How long are you going to stay up again tonight dear?"

Yulian thought to himself as his eye shot toward the corner of the room, "Please, don't wait for me. I won't be finishing my work in any time so I hope you would use those time to retreat yourself to bed." Yulian pat your cheek before giving your cheek a peck, his emerald eyes had always drowned you in a ripple of the lovesick sea.

His hand snaked its way to your waist as he led you back to your shared bedroom, opening the door for you and urging you to lay on the comfortable white bed. He placed the blanket on top of you before sitting next to you, humming a lullaby while easing you down.

"My little Lily of the Valley is a curious soul hm? Your husband told you to sleep and you naughtily sneaked out of your room..." He playfully reprimanded you while you tried to drift yourself back to sleep. Hearing him teasing you like this was weird, but at least in a good way. What boosted his confidence?

"Someone like you should not wander around in the mercy of nighttime, even if it was in our own house," his hand caressed your hair while his eyes stared into your half-lidded ones, "my lily-of-the-valley should not wander around in the darkness anymore..."

Did you hear him right? Come to think of it, what woke you up earlier?

"Good night, my love."

--

"Good night, bastard."

A thud and the man who was tied to the chair plopped down, lifeless. The other men could only tremble in horror as they waited for their turn. Perhaps death would be the only slightest bit of virtue that he could offer, a mercy at his hands that was covered in bloodstains.

Just as he approached the other men, the alarm rang. Someone had entered his office. Yulian turned on the screen to the camera and saw you walking toward his desk, observing everything that was scattered on it.

He was glad that he didn't put anything 'suspicious' on it even if you wouldn't understand it. He didn't want to risk it.

Yulian went to the sink and washed his hands before motioning for someone to come out from the darkness. The members of the mafia walked out and waited for his order.

"Ah right, relay this message to your boss. Not only do these bastards will have to face the consequences of trying to touch my beloved, you guys too, will have to face it."

The men shuddered in fear as they thought of what he could do to them. The greatest mercy they could have would be that their boss would be the one who punished them and not the lawyer himself.

"Remember," Yulian walked toward them, hand taking out the handkerchief you embroidered for him, "I work for Kaspar so that this kind of thing won't happen. If this happens again, I'd personally make you guys crawl through the tunnels of prison for eternity."

His emerald orbs almost lit up into a burning fire as his jaw tightened in anger. He made his way toward the door before taking a look at the handkerchief.

He shouldn't use it for something so filthy.

He slid it back into his pocket and used another plain handkerchief instead.

--

"In short, he is the man who would not hesitate to kill his own children, his own blood and flesh, or his family just to save and love his beloved Lily of the Valley."

Kaspar sighed as he read the report. The scapegoats that he offered were his men who were on duty to protect his spouse.

"He is the man who had lived for eternity just to find and love his beloved again and again."

-- log end

Afternotes:

I didn't expect the fic to be this short (says the one who got lazy mid-way and cut half of the story...) anyway, I thought to myself, rather than let this rot in the draft, wouldn't it be better to post it even if it was only half completed without any proofread yet?

I'm really happy my first LIfE Project event features my favorite son, Yulian first! The next one might be Eleanor!

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The Compromise. I

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Wealthy CEO, Steve Rogers is a businessman before everything. All he ever wanted is to be the best, richest and smartest, owning all the finest companies. His priority: be better in affairs than his father.

But when a huge opportunity is offered to him, Steve would do anything in his power to seize it. And he’s ready to make a sweet and dangerous deal with you. Even though you are not willing to make a compromise with him.

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry) & SMUT (explicit sexual content) +18. Breeding Kink - sort of… Non-Con & Dub-Con. Mentions of Political Marriage. Mentions of Relationship/Marriage of Convenience. Swearing.

Here it is. One of my favorite story. Hopefully you will enjoyed it too. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. (sorry for the layout at then, bugs from Tumblr)

A lots of Love! Lex!xxx

P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.

WORDS.2942ish.

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saw a post a while back about Sophie making increasingly gaudy hats for Howl for every birthday and him absolutely loving them

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The Witcher’s fate

Summary: Stumbling across a girl in need Geralt must break his adamant rule to not get close to an omega.

Pairing: Alpha!Geralt of Rivia x Omega!Reader

Characters: Jaskier, Ofc (unnamed)

Warnings: angst, language, Geralt being a douche, blood, A/B/O dynamics, scenting, smut, unprotected sex, claiming, all the odd stuff coming with A/B/O stories, a hint of voyeurism (unintended)

A/N: As my friend didn’t stop bugging me to finally write an A/B/O story for Geralt here we go. Please consider, I never wrote Geralt before.

Cold panic lets you freeze to the spot. All you wanted was to get some herbs to make it through your heat. Now you will never have to worry about heats or an alpha taking advantage of you ever again.

The monster circling you like prey will end your life and it’s your fault. You can almost hear your mother scold you from her grave: ‘how can you walk into the woods in the dead of the night’? 

“Listen, I do not taste good, beast,” you laugh to yourself whilst you try to negotiate with a beast, a monster without a heart or wit. “I know I look delicious at first but believe me, I am a chewy little thing.” The beast’s eyes darken and if you did not know better, you would believe it just smirked at you.

You try to outstep the large wolf, but he steps closer, snarling before he pounces on you. Eyes closed you sniffle as the beast sniffs at your neck, drooling onto your face, making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“I know you love omegas, but I am not tasty…” The wolf growls, sniffing at your neck.

“Do not move,” a deep voice bellows, making you go stiff underneath the beast. The wolf looks up, snarling into the distance. “If you move, it’ll bite you and it’s over. Lay stiff, close your eyes, and even your breathing, omega. Do not talk either…”

Holding your breath, you follow the man’s orders, not opening your eyes you lay stiff onto the cold ground, praying the beast will just lose interest.

“If you want meat, try me,” you can hear the man get closer, talking to the beast now not you. “I bet she’s boring and plain.” If not for the life-threatening situation you would give that man a piece of mind, but not with a hungry beast on top of you, ready to devour your body.

The wolf grits its teeth, almost as if he tries to mock the man with a dark grin. More drool ends up on your face when the wolf places one large paw onto your chest, to dig his claws into your skin.

Whimpers leave your lips feeling blood soak your cloak, but you try anything to remain silent, even though it’s hard to not scream when a beast laps at your neck, demanding submission.

“You know,” you’ve got no clue if the man is talking to you or the beast now but you listen closely, hoping he can free you before the monster feasts on your flesh, “ages ago wolves were the rulers of this forest. People feared this place, trembled at the mere memory of those beasts hunting them down.” 

Something warm splashes onto your face and chest when a pitiful whine leaves the creature’s lips and it drops onto your body, taking your breath away. 

“Nowadays, they are weak, only go after tiny girls like you.” Now you blink your eyes open to look up at a man with silver hair and odd eyes.

Hoping he will help you up you search his stoic face, but he doesn’t show any emotion and your heart drops.

He is not holding out his hand or checks on you. Rather interested in the dying beast he kicks the monster off your body with his heavy boot to end the wolf’s life with one precise blow of his sword, decapitating the monster’s head.

“You shouldn’t run around the woods in the middle of the night, omega,” he spats the last word, pushing some strands of his mane out of his face. “Wolves usually feed in packs. Luckily,” he kicks the wolf’s body, looking at you, “that one is an alpha, girl. The stronger one’s hunt alone, sometimes.”

“I guess I got lucky that not ten or more wolves wanted to kill me but one,” you spat, glaring up at the man who doesn’t react when you hold out your hand. “Not a gentleman, I see,” you struggle to get up, still you manage to go on your knees to grasp for the nearby tree.

“Never said I came to your rescue, girl. I came here for the prize,” now he dips his head to look at your blood-soaked cloak. Oddly, he steps closer now to touch your cheek, smearing the wolf’s blood over your skin. “You’re pretty dumb to walk around that late at night to meet a wolf.”

“Do you want to scare me or wait for me to pay you for my rescue,” you toss a coin at the man, now pursing your lips. “I know who you are, Witcher,” this time you spat the last word. “You only help people for money. I hope this is enough, I got nothing else worth your strength with me.”

“This will be enough,” he grits out, glancing at your neck, feeling a pull toward you he never felt before. “So, you do know who I am.”

“Heard stories about a silver-haired man with glowing eyes. I heard you hunt monsters for money to feel anything but the emptiness in your heart,” you wrap your arms around yourself, lifting your chin. “Is it true Witcher’s can’t feel anything?”

“I don’t think you deserve more than I already gave you, girl,” you nod, eyes dropping to the ground to look for the herbs. 

“No…” The snow ruined your herbs, turned the useful ingredients into nothing but rotten memories of something you picked up hours ago. “Those were the last…” You fall back to your knees, feeling dizziness take over. “I’m lost now…”

The world turns black when you hit the ground with a loud thud. One last word catches your attention before you lose consciousness. “Fuck…”

“Fuck wake up. I don’t have time all day,” the man, the Witcher curses watching you blink your eyes open. “You’re not dead, congratulations.” He mutters, giving you an angry look. “I could’ve been back at town to get my coins, but you had to sleep.”

“I did not sleep,” you whine, feeling odd close to the angry man. “I’m sorry to keep you busy. I’ll pay more for your time.”

“Leave it,” he sighs, walking toward his sword and bag on your table. “I ate some of your bread and drank wine. You should rest, your heat is due any day.”

“I know,” whispering the word you cover your eyes with one arm. “That’s the reason I was out there. I tried to find herbs to stop my…heat.”

“Still, it was stupid, girl.” He looks at you, expecting another snarky comment but you sigh, nodding silently. “You should find an alpha and let him mate you.”

“Says the man not feeling anything. I…I am not like other girls or rather omegas. I like to read and learned how to fight. I punched a boy’s nose at the age of five. None of the alphas wanted me, except for my husband…but he’s gone…”

“Left you for another omega,” the Witcher turns around, raising his eyebrows. “Tragic love?”

“He died in a war that wasn’t ours,” you grumble, turning around to not show your tears to the foreign man. “We barely got married. He didn’t have the time to claim me before he had to leave. I was alone since then and kept it that way. I loved once and that’s enough, I guess…”

“Listen, you should find a mate. It’s not about love but safety,” he steps toward the door, grasping for the door handle. “An alpha will protect you.”

“No, he won’t. He will leave and die just like my beloved…,” it pains to speak his name, so you remain silent, closing your eyes when the alpha leaves your house. 

“You left her there, alone?” Jaskier clears his throat, ready to help an omega in need. “Where does she live? Maybe I can help her.”

“No,” Geralt grits out, still not knowing why you made him feel unease. “She doesn’t want an alpha. Leave her be. We have to be somewhere else by tomorrow.”

“I don’t think you will make it far. Snow is coming, along with a blizzard,” the publican smirks, hoping for more coins to fill his pockets soon. 

“I have something to take care of. Stay here,” not wanting to leave the cozy tavern Jaskier nods, still thinking of you in heat. “Forget the girl, Jaskier. Look for the local whorehouse…”

Heat spreads through your body and you crave nothing more than an alpha to take care of your primal needs. You cry out when another cramp let your body tremble in pain.

You can hear the wind howl, proclaiming winter finally arrived; not that you will survive the cold time. Too many heats spend without an alpha weakened your vulnerable body. Now you can only pray the heat will end you soon.

“Maybe the wolf would’ve been the better choice,” you laugh, feeling another painful cramp bubble up in your belly.

“Ungrateful, girl,” you shriek, watching the silver-haired man enter your house. “I should’ve let you die then…”

“Why are you back?” Watching the Witcher lock your door you try to hide the pain shooting through your body. “I thought you hate to waste…” He’s placing his bag and sword back onto your table, still that stoic look on his face,” your time.”

“I think, you have something to offer I cannot decline, girl,” confused you watch the man take off his cape, followed by his boots. “You smell divine, omega.”

His intentions suddenly too clear you try to scramble away when he kicks off his pants. You dare not to look away when the Witcher reveals his body, looking divine himself when he steps closer.

“Why are you here?”

“I don’t know,” he dips one knee into the mattress, surprisingly gently stroking your cheek. “I think you are mine.”

“Witchers don’t have mates,” you squeak when he rips the blanket off your body to reveal your nakedness to him. “You have to go.”

“You’re mine, girl. I smelled it the moment I passed the forest. I had to find you, had to save what belongs to me,” he purrs now and your eyes round. There is something in his eyes you didn’t see before. “Be good, tell me your name.”

“Y/N,” you choke out, feeling his hands grasp for your flesh, kneading it roughly. “What’s your name?” He rolls you onto your stomach to cover your body with his large frame. “Please…”

“Geralt of Rivia, girl. Now be good and let me take what’s mine,” his voice so deep you barely catch his words, only the vibrations against your ear, he lifts your butt to press your flesh against his crotch. “Feel this, girl? This is all for you.”

“I…I don’t know how I can be yours,” you whine, feeling the tip slip inside of your welcoming heat. You can hear the alpha groan behind you, almost sounding like the wolf which tried to kill you not hours ago.

“I don’t care, Y/N,” he snaps his hips, filling you completely. 

“Oh, holy…” Senses filled with the alpha, his scent, his skin, his cock, you let yourself fall, not caring about anything but the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of you.

“You’re mine, I can feel it. It’s odd, you know,” he cradles you in his arms, holding you to his heated body. “I don’t feel anything but you. My senses are filled with you, just like my mind. I couldn’t go to the whores, I had to have you.”

If not for your painful heat you would yell at the alpha, throw insults at him but the way he nuzzles your cheek has you on the edge of an orgasm. 

“I felt it too,” you fist the cheap sheets when he slowly starts to rock your body. 

His hold on you possessively, his lips tender against your throat Geralt moves his hips, always bottoming out after every hard thrust. 

“You take control over me like an enchantress,” Geralt curses, speeding up, rubbing his thick shaft along your walls with every long stroke. “I can’t help it. Roach almost died in the snowstorm, but I kept on going to come here and make you mine.”

“I can’t be yours,” you cry out, feeling your walls clench tightly around the man you barely know. “This is not…”

“Silence, girl,” he snarls against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. “I’ll make you mine,” you don’t understand the meaning of words any longer.

Only the warm feeling of your approaching release and the way the alpha behind you groans your name are on your mind.

“I can’t…please,” your body shudders the moment you fall over the edge, squeezing Geralt tight enough to trigger his knot to expand. “Knot me, alpha.”

“Such a good girl now,” he laps at your neck, rutting into you at a pace taking your breath away. “Let me feel this again.” Warmth fills your belly, and you whine low when he pushes his knot as far as possible into your womb to release his seed into your body.

“Alpha,” a sting lets your body shudder again, forcing another orgasm out of you when Geralt does something he never wanted to do. He claims his omega…

“Thank goodness,” Jaskier gasps, stumbling toward your house. “Roach, I feared you two got lost.” Unimpressed Geralt’s horse looks at the hay his owner gave him hours ago. “Is he still inside?”

If Roach could talk the horse would tell Jaskier not to enter your house, but the mare can’t talk so Jaskier stumbles into the house, turning pale at the sight of his friend holding you down, one hand in your hair, the other at your hip the alpha ruts into you again.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” Geralt would be ashamed if he could feel anything but he’s determined to let you feel pleasure and doesn’t have the time to take care of his nosy companion. 

“You will not come back,” watching Geralt grasp for his sword you look at the man who can’t feel anything but the connection, the bond between the two of you. “I guess I should pay you for your help.”

He looks down at you, a frown on his face at the feeling spreading through his body. “I’ll be back in a few days. This place is mine now, you are mine,” he snarls before you are pinned to the wall. “Four days, be ready for your alpha by then…”

“Four days,” you whimper, returning the bruising kiss he forces on your lips. “I’ll be waiting, alpha….”

Four days and a half later…

You waited for four days, always hoping he will return but with every fading hour you know – he will not come back to you, just like your husband.

When another day turns into night, you sit in front of your house, carefully touching the mark Geralt left on your neck. Tears threaten to fall when you hear someone stomp toward your house, yelling orders at Jaskier.

“Girl,” Geralt grunts, tossing his bags at Jaskier. “I want food, wine, and,” he grins, which is unusual for the Witcher, “my omega.”

“I will sleep in the barn,” Jaskier must watch his companion pick you up to carry you into the house, slamming the door shut with his foot. “I’ll just wait for the next hunt or something then. I am good, Geralt. Don’t you worry…”

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