Poor Little Rich Girl

indie rich girl oc || 21+ || penned by rosie

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Poor little rich girl

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Happy munday 💜💜💜 I saw Hozier last night and my soul has transcended

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Alphonse lifted her hips off the bed and got a good grip on her, as he was ready to really start giving it to her. The speed and intensity of his thrusts picked up and his motions made the bed creak and moan almost as loudly as Yuka was.

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Yuka cried out as the intensity of his thrusts increased. Her fingers curling into the fabric of the blanket as waves of pleasure crashed over her like a riptide. She knew vampires had a strength like no other, but she didn't know it would carry over to the bedroom.

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Continued from here x

"N-No! I-I mean...no, it's alright. I umm....we can tonight, I just need a moment."

Yuka waved her hand and the door to her room closed before Jordan. When there was finally a separation between them, she let out a deep exhale as it dawned upon her. After months of marriage, she was actually going to sleep with Jordan for the first time. With anyone for the first time. The anxiety started to bubble inside, but Yuka just forced it down as she stalked to her bathroom.

Her eyes met her own as she stared into the mirror. Yuka first and foremost removed the hair tie before running her fingers through her dark locks, casting a small smell to freshen up. She then brushed her teeth and washed her face hastily, her hands nearling knocking over her bottle of soap in the process. There were a million things racing through her mind. What if Jordan was unkind to her in bed? Greedy and selfish like he could be at his worst times? Or maybe, what if she just wasn't good in bed? Yuka was starting to regret not taking her time before marriage to practice a bit more. But, she never really was that interest in any of her previous boyfriends or dates in the past to lose her virginity to them. She didn't consider herself a prude, just very selective.

After applying some moisturizer, Yuka rushed out and over to her wardrobe. The wooden doors opening as some undergarments floated out for her to look through. Most of her more intimate clothes were like her usual wardrobe, light and lacy or with ruffles. All neutral colors with some pastels and taupes or mauves, depending on the season. But, what if Jordan didn't like any of them? After all, her husband definitely like a more deeper color palette. Yuka just tried to get those thoughts out of her head. After all, this was her first time, and she should be the one to enjoy it.

So, Yuka just opted for a light blue, babydoll chemise with thin straps that barely went down to where her hips met her thighs. The material was light and chiffon, which made it rather see through. As soon as Yuka slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror, she felt that anxiety in her stomach again. But, also a feeling of, dare she say, excitement?

She whisked the other clothes back into her wardrobe before making her way to her door. Yuka felt her heart pounding in her chest as she realize just what she was about to do. She exhaled once more before raising a shaky hand to the doorknob and opening it up again.

"Okay....I'm ready."

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Jordan stayed crouched for a second longer than he needed to, as if waiting for permission to rise. The faint warmth of her foot leaving his hand lingered strangely, and he flexed his fingers against his palm like he was trying to wake them.

Her thanks made him blink, slow and unsteady. Normally, he’d have some sharp retort already loaded—some lecture about how he wasn’t her servant, how she should have better judgment about footwear, how she couldn’t expect him to fuss over her like this. Instead, his throat tightened around words that never came.

Finally, he pushed himself back to his feet, a faint stiffness in his movements. His expression wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t neutral either—like he couldn’t quite decide what face to wear. He rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes darting to the shoes he’d just switched out for her as if they might explain what had just happened.

“…You’re welcome,” he said, though it came out quieter, less sarcastic, than either of them would’ve expected.

For a beat, the office felt thick with unspoken questions. He leaned against the edge of his desk, studying her with a kind of reluctant curiosity. “You—uh. You caught me off guard.” His tone was a little defensive, but not sharp. More bewildered than anything.

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Yuka felt a sense of relief hearing Jordan’s regular brand of snark. Like things were finally back to normal. Though, she still had the underlying sense of dread in her stomach. If someone had cursed Jordan, that meant someone wanted her dead, and wanted to pin it on her husband. A thought that chilled her to the core.

Nevertheless, Yuka just made herself towards the kitchen and flicked her wand to get Jordan’s dinner plated and onto a tray. She even had a kettle of water started to make them some tea. She figured they would need it after tonight’s events. Yuka would skip dinner tonight. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was still very much shaken up about Jordan attacking her. Even if she knew it wasn’t really her husband. The look in his eyes as he strangled her, the tightening of his hands around her neck, it was something she couldn’t get out of her head. Her neck was still a bit sore from it as well.

Yuka was pulled out of her thoughts, however, at the soft meowing of Thomas. She smiled at the maincoon and took him into her arms, kissing the top of his head. “Hello, handsome,” she greeted.

After the tea was brewed, Yuka had two mugs of it follow her back out to the living room, along with the tray of Jordan’s dinner, set itself onto the coffee table. Yuka also had a small fire light itself just to make things even more cozy. She still held Thomas in her arms as she moved to sit across from Jordan’s letting the cat lounge in her lap.

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Jordan and Yuka probably have standing sex all the time given the height difference. Just saying...

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I meaaaannnn……

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Continued from here x

Words barely even left Yuka’s mouth, a small mewl of jumbled noises escaped her as all she could think about was the overflowing pleasure radiating throughout her body. Perhaps vampires weren’t so bad after all…

Yuka had her cheek pressed against the mattress as her fingers tangled themselves in the sheets. Her mind felt like mush right now, and even Alphonso’s voice had her slipping deeper and deeper into the pit of pleasure.

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Jordan stayed crouched for a second longer than he needed to, as if waiting for permission to rise. The faint warmth of her foot leaving his hand lingered strangely, and he flexed his fingers against his palm like he was trying to wake them.

Her thanks made him blink, slow and unsteady. Normally, he’d have some sharp retort already loaded—some lecture about how he wasn’t her servant, how she should have better judgment about footwear, how she couldn’t expect him to fuss over her like this. Instead, his throat tightened around words that never came.

Finally, he pushed himself back to his feet, a faint stiffness in his movements. His expression wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t neutral either—like he couldn’t quite decide what face to wear. He rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes darting to the shoes he’d just switched out for her as if they might explain what had just happened.

“…You’re welcome,” he said, though it came out quieter, less sarcastic, than either of them would’ve expected.

For a beat, the office felt thick with unspoken questions. He leaned against the edge of his desk, studying her with a kind of reluctant curiosity. “You—uh. You caught me off guard.” His tone was a little defensive, but not sharp. More bewildered than anything.

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Oliver actually smiled as well, glad that—for once—Jordan was actually being grateful. “Don’t mention it, just get home safely.”

Yuka felt a sense of relief, levity knowing that Jordan was back to his usual snarky self. Plus, it helped that he wasn’t trying to strangle her anymore.

She chuckled a bit as they walked out of the med-ward. “Trust me, dear husband, I’m well aware. Even so, I’m sure your spirit would stick around to haunt me,” Yuka remarked.

While she didn’t say it out right, her attitude definitely showed it. She was grateful that Jordan was okay, happy that he wasn’t harmed seriously. Apart of her actually want to hug and hold him, remind herself that he was here. Not just some cursed version of Jordan, but *him*. He was here and he wasn’t going anywhere, she told herself. Yuka held back on the affection though, knowing it was still something they were both trying to get used to when it came to one another.

When they used the floo network to head home, dinner was already made by their house elf, who had finished up cleaning and was turning in for the night. Yuka judt turned to Jordan, however, and told him. “You should lie down, I can bring you up your dinner. You must feel exhausted.”

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今田美桜 / Imada Mio

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6C Alphonse

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m/f 6. c

Yuka never hung around vampires for a good reason. After all, they were bloodthirsty and insatiable beasts, at least that’s what she was taught. So, like the good witch she was, she tried to steer clear of the fanged beings as much as she could.

However, as much as she tried, Yuka was only human and a charming man could make her melt, vampire or not.

Yuka moaned and whined as Alphonso’s hips snapped against her own. Everything about him was so strong and firm, it was driving her crazy, but she loved every second of it.

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Jordan stayed crouched for a second longer than he needed to, as if waiting for permission to rise. The faint warmth of her foot leaving his hand lingered strangely, and he flexed his fingers against his palm like he was trying to wake them.

Her thanks made him blink, slow and unsteady. Normally, he’d have some sharp retort already loaded—some lecture about how he wasn’t her servant, how she should have better judgment about footwear, how she couldn’t expect him to fuss over her like this. Instead, his throat tightened around words that never came.

Finally, he pushed himself back to his feet, a faint stiffness in his movements. His expression wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t neutral either—like he couldn’t quite decide what face to wear. He rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes darting to the shoes he’d just switched out for her as if they might explain what had just happened.

“…You’re welcome,” he said, though it came out quieter, less sarcastic, than either of them would’ve expected.

For a beat, the office felt thick with unspoken questions. He leaned against the edge of his desk, studying her with a kind of reluctant curiosity. “You—uh. You caught me off guard.” His tone was a little defensive, but not sharp. More bewildered than anything.

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Yuka felt like she was holding her breath, her chest tight as his gaze locked onto hers. Apart of her was wondering if he would snap and try and attack her again, but when she saw that scowl—that all too familiar scowl that made Jordan look like their cat Thomas when Yuka refused to give him anymore treats for the night—she knew he was back.

She exhaled deeply, relief washing over her body like a tidal wave. “Just a bruise,” she said dismissively, despite her neck clearly having angry red marks in the shape of Jordan’s hands.

Oliver was relieved as well, but more importantly was glad to be over with this. He swished his wand and undid Jordan’s restraints. Yuka took both of her husband’s hands and helped him back up to his feet. “You two get home safely, I’ll have your office searched for anything that might’ve cursed you,” Oliver explained.

“I would ask how you’re feeling, but I can’t imagine it’s anything good,” Yuka said to Jordan.

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5 m/f if you wanna!

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Yuka moaned and cried out with every move of her hips, her grip on Oliver’s shoulders tightening as she felt him deep inside her. She bounced up and down on his stiff member, desperately chasing her climax as she got closer and closer to the edge.

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