Charlotte Victoria

September 09

#f:cranky #end

September 09

[Feeling her tighten around him, Frank found his own release, his cock burying itself in her once more before spilling inside of her. A few more hard thrusts and he was finished, slipping out of her and kissing her harder, sucking her lip a few more times as he lowered her feet to the floor. From there, he let go of her completely, not craving her touch, her warmth or her blood anymore. He bent in half to pull up his pants, sliding his belt back on and looking back to see if she’d moved out of the way so he could leave]

September 09

[He was drawn further into her by her moans and he growled each time he was fully hit inside her. Frank could feel himself growing closer and closer to his hurried release and he couldn’t help but growl a little more desperately this time, growling a command at her] Cum, Charlotte. [He needed to feel it, feel her around him and, at this point, Frank was so desperate to feel it, his teeth clenched down on her bottom lip, dragging and causing it to bleed softly. Needing to taste her, he sucked — softer this time — on her lip, practically relishing in the iron in her blood.]

September 09

[His hand gripped one side of her neck, no doubt causing small ruptures under her skin, certain to leave a bruise as he hit her against the door with each thrust. Frank was close to her, yes, but not close enough. He could feel her slick warmth as he continued to plough into her and her voice — the thing that began to spur him further, holding her hip tightly with his free hand, finding the leverage to move her hips slightly. Sex was animalistic and easy for the lupine boy, something that Frank unaffected by the moon would never be capable of, he was sure. His mouth attached to her neck and he growled against her skin] Louder.

September 09

[His mind was in a haze at that point, his need burning inside his chest as he claimed her over and over, hitting her back into the wall with each hard thrust. This Frank, so much more brazen and assertive than his usual self, is spurred on by her moans, his hand moving to grasp at the back of her hair, tugging it roughly to kiss her mouth hungrily. She was tight, growling harshly against her mouth] Fuck Charlotte.[His voice sounded different than it usually did, no stutter and no hesitation, the deep timbre reverberating in the small doorway]

#misc:canon #about:krum #krumbloodline

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“I used to be okay, but now I struggle just to pretend.”

#mind

Viktor and Paulina Krum (nee Ianevski)

September 09

[He was free of his belt and was working on the button and zip of his trousers when he saw her wand. The hair on the back of his neck instinctively prickled, feeling threatened by her actions briefly before the animal realised she meant him no harm. Once their mouths connected again, Frank moved to push her legs up to wrap around his hips for a second so he could tug down his pants and boxers in one hard movement. Then, without much care for her body, he tugged roughly at her underwear, ripping the silk easily before moving her hips back to his and roughly entering her slick warmth. Frank growled once more, not bothering with slow movements at first, thrusting harshly into her without regard for her]

Hazy Distraction || Charlotte & Alice

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Alice was glad for the distraction of classes. At least when she was busy with classes, she had a way to keep Frankie off her mind. Of course, that never worked for very long; Frankie was almost always on her mind and even when she was trying to distract herself, she caught herself trying to work out some way to fix whatever she’d done wrong. She did pay attention in class, so that was a short reprieve.

Joining the crowd of people, she rummaged in her bookbag for her schedule. This should be a free period, if she remembered right, but she had only looked over the parchment to make sure she was getting to her first couple of classes right. Alice ducked into an empty nook and took a good look at the schedule, pleased to see she was right. A free period now meant she could go to the library and read a little bit before her next class. As she looked up to make sure she wouldn’t run someone over walking out of her nook, she caught sight of a familiar face.

She had done the same thing with Charlotte that she’d done with Frankie - avoided her in the hopes that time would fix whatever had gone wrong. But since that obviously didn’t work with him, maybe it was time to try something else here too. Pushing through the crowd, she managed to catch up with her old friend, grinning nervously and playing with the strap of her bag. “Hi, Lottie - um, Charlotte. I just -” Biting her lip when Charlotte spoke, Alice took a breath and started over. “Hi. I, um, I just came over to say hello and … all that. Did - how was your summer?”

The smile she offers falters when she realises who it is beside her trying to make conversation. Charlotte belatedly registers that Alice called her Lottie and it makes something squirm uncomfortable deep inside her. A squirm she's determined not to acknowledge. Lottie doesn't suit her anymore but Alice isn't the only one who still addresses her as such.

It's not that she isn't thrilled to be talking to the Ravenclaw. Charlotte is rarely disappointed to speak to anyone unless they've gotten on her bad side. However, what used to be a good friendship had fallen into disrepair. Not only is Alice nothing like her now but it's hard for Charlotte not to associate the girl with Augustus because they share the same house and that's how she first met Alice. Not only does Alice remind her that she is a failure at being a friend but also that she seems incapable of fitting well with Ravenclaws like she always wants to.

"My summer?" Charlotte says, trying to keep the smile on her face and be as attentive as she can. "Well it was much the same as it always is. You know, a lot of Quidditch drilling and visiting my home town."

It's a customary ice breaker for post-holiday conversation but Charlotte feels like she's forcing her tongue around the words as she gives Alice a small shrug. "And what about yours?"

#al:hazydistraction

September 09

[She spoke and Frank barely registered it was English as he felt himself become a little freer in his pants. Looking up, his chest heaving as he hadn’t really moved to take a good breath of air in a while, his eyes almost glowed, the pupils much larger than they naturally were. He nodded, growling once more before taking her by the hips and turning, moving toward a nearby classroom and opening the door. Taking them both inside, Frank closed the door and locked it before slamming Charlotte’s back against the door, kissing her roughly and moving back to work on his pants]

September 09

[He could snap her in half if he wanted to. She was vulnerable like this, his hands wandering his body far too easily that Frank was having a problem not trying to tear into her flesh. He could smell blood and he was sure it was his, but oh how he wished it to be hers. He was too excited, too needy and all too frustrated to stop himself from here. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried, but the aggression that she was allowing him in their encounter was doing enough for now. Tomorrow night would be the time to tear into something or someone but for now, he wanted a different kind of release. She wanted him, he could feel it. His hands moved off her sides, his hips pressing against hers to keep her up at his level, his hands moving to his belt.]

September 09

[Frank’s hips thrust up slightly, his hand catching her thigh as she lifted her leg and harshly pulling her up to him, not having to bend down far to re-attack her lips with his. The animal inside him had completely taken over and Frank was hard-pressed to even have a rational thought let along control the way his nails dug into the soft flesh of her thighs or how harshly his hips and solid excitement bucked into her. He growled against her mouth, much more animalistically than he had ever growled unchanged before and tugged harshly on her bottom lip, wanting to taste her]

#wimstarter #p:hazydistraction

Hazy Distraction || OPEN

The corridor is crowded as classes let out and Charlotte drags a hand through her dark hair as she shoulders her way through the knots of students. She throws a loose smile to familiar faces but her head swims with other things. It's been a few weeks now and she's had her fun, her drinks and her drugs, but in an attempt to see what would happen, she's evaded every temptation to return to her guiltiest secret activity.

And the need has only gotten worse.

Her teeth sit on edge and she had woken up late this morning, she hadn't been able to take her usual detox potions and shake off the crash and hangover from her night of debauchery. Only a half-finished pain potion and her charmed cuff bracelets keeping her long sleeves from riding up even by accident. With no time for her usual regimen, it had to suffice in a pinch but she still feels a bit exposed.

However, it's day time and during the day, Charlotte is always fine. Because she has to be. The itch in the back of her mind and the throb in her temples that tells her the pain potion is wearing off can't deter her from smiling as easily as usual. It does distract her enough that it takes her a few minutes to realise that there's someone now walking at her elbow and speaking to her.

"I'm sorry," she says, blinking away her pain and spiraling thoughts. She gives the person an apologetic grin, "Were you saying something?"

September 09

[Without asking or feeling he needed permission, Frank’s hand moved up under her shirt and roughly groped her breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. At her moan, his hips roughly bucked against her body, completely forgetting they were in the middle of a corridor — and not really caring for that matter. Another growl left his lips as he tugged harshly on her bottom lip]

September 09

[Any rational thought had left Frank’s mind as he tasted Charlotte’s skin again, positive he could taste her blood in the harsh mark he was leaving on her pale skin. Frank’s hand moved up, slipping under her shirt and grasping at the soft skin of her waist. He growled against her skin, slowly moving up her neck and across her jaw, finally meeting her lips with his to kiss her roughly]

[Charlotte arches her herself against Frank the moment his hand finds her skin beneath her shirt. Her lips are parted, feeling that delicious heat pooling in her body at the attentions. She rough demand of Frank's lips when they seize hers, draws a moan out of her, pouring through her mouth to his. She returns his kiss without hesitation. Dragging her hands over his biceps until she reaches his neck, Charlotte grips him, one hand curling over his skin as the other buries itself in his curls.]