Charlie B. Barkin

[reluctantwildrose-blog]

Does anyone want to hang out? I’m tired of stretching my submissive muscles and just want to chill.

[barkincharlie-blog]

Well you know, since I’ve been living in the dark...I’d never mind offering you my ‘chill’ time if you’d like. Rosalyn.

[switchingxrosesxred]

Rosalyn’s hand fell to Charlie’s lap, gently rubbing him. “I love attending to your needs, Charles.” She teased him with the use of his name. “Unfortunately..” She pulled her hand away, resting it on his chest while the other still wrapped around his neck, hand snacking into her hair from the base of it. “You’ll have to agree to bruise me if you want my mouth on your cock.” She whispered it into his ear, nipping at it. “Take your time. We’ve got four years in this hell hole.”

Laughing a little, she nodded, the laughter cut off as he stole her drink. “Hey! Asshole. Get your own.” She stuck her tongue out at him before kissing his cheek. “If you wanted lemon water, Sir, you just had to ask me to get you some. As for the role reversal, it doesn’t count if I’m soccer mom-ing you.”

[barkincharlie-blog]

Charlie let out an appreciative purr as she faintly attended to him, his dark eyes staring her down as she used his ‘full’ name. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if his real name was Charles, he never bothered with a passport and it never seemed like a question to think about. Everyone had always just called him ‘Charlie’, but fuck it, even if it wasn’t his name, it sounded hot on Rosalyn’s lips so he left it as it was. He frowned as her hand left though he didn’t quite mind when it played with his hair. “I’ll have to? Oh...someone really is getting her big boots on.” He was going to bruise her anyway, and make her bleed, that wasn’t even a question, but the fact she felt the need to make him agree was interesting.

“You should have gotten your own cookie too, karma really is a bitch, and now you’ve met her.” The kiss on the cheek made him crinkle his nose and he shrugged, taking the glass and setting it on the table as he started to stand, lifting her up as he did so and placing her on the edge of the wood, not caring that her body was pushing all the plates down. “I don’t need to ask, I can just take...Miss soccer mom.” 

His hands ran up her thighs, slipping around her back as he leaned down and bit down hard on her bottom lip, both hint and punishment. “I’m going to bruise you alright.”

[dividehqs]

I think this’ll be my first good Christmas and I’m really excited for it! I can’t wait to see everybody’s smiling faces on Christmas.

[barkincharlie-blog]

God I think I puked a little in my mouth.

[switchingxrosesxred]

“Since you’ve given me options, both.” It would be nice to do something for somebody on a regular basis. She’d of offered it to others, but she was too stubborn to submit to another Switch (minus Monte, but that was a whole confusing mess), and other Dominant’s usually didn’t stand for her back talk. Now, she didn’t exactly mouth of purposely to them, she just often forgot the use of a title, and spoke her mind. The red head enjoyed the kiss, letting Charlie take it over and take it wherever he wanted it to go. “Mmm, I do. But it’s still a rule. I should just scrapbook a rule book with all of them.” She laughed, reaching ad taking a sip of her water.

[barkincharlie-blog]

A regular thing, Charlie frowned, then pointed down at his crotch. “Well that will want attending to quite soon, as for the other thing...” He hesitated, perhaps for the first time ever in front of someone at the school, he looked unsure, and in truth he was. He was normally a cloaked stranger in the night, coming and going once the deed was done...he didn’t even really visit the same person over that often, and now...regularity. He’d have to think on it. “I’ll decide another time.”

His arms slid around her waist, both to draw her close and catch the conversation tack. “You’re making rules for me?” He murmured with a humoured tone, he wrapped his hand around hers as she drank the water, taking his own gulp without asking, as a small comeback. “I feel like this is role reversal.”

[switchingxrosesxred]

“I know your moans of pleasure Mr. Barkin, and that was one of them.” She smirked at him a little, watching him eat what she baked and enjoying it a lot. She liked when others enjoyed what she baked. “And how would you suggest I take care of you, Sir?” This time the title was used genuinely, waiting for an answer. Taking care of someone just made her feel useful; needed. And if taking care of Charlie just meant baking for him regularly, or doing laundry..anything that she could do to feel useful. “You, still. I’m allowed biting what I’ve baked. Didn’t you know that?” She teased him, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss him.

[barkincharlie-blog]

“Touche...” Charlie grumbled, focusing on the food, though one eye looked over at her to show her he was mildly amused. She did seem to like him eating the food, but hell, he did it because it tasted nice over anything. Her question made him pause mid-bite however, and he set down his half-bitten piece of delight, leaning back in the chair a little as he considered her. In this moment, he enjoyed the use of his title. “You mean in general or just right now?” 

Charlie leaned up a little to meet her lips, at first kissing lightly but turning a little more heated as his mind worked on all the possibilities. “I think you just make things up as you go along..”

[montexxrichards]

PM: When are you next free of orders?

PM: After Monday morning. Why?

[montexxrichards]

PM: Christ. All right. I will. And yeah, she probably will.

[barkincharlie-blog]

PM: It’ll be fun, and I’ve got thick skin, I’ll survive.

[switchingxrosesxred]

“I think you have competition there, Handsome. Only with my best friend and my sibings, though. But don’t worry, I only fuck a couple of my siblings.” She smirked at him, just continuing to play with his hair, finding it strangely soft. “I told you it was good.” She couldn’t keep that comment to herself. “Too bad. I can let you go finish up..or maybe if you ask nicely, I might do it for you.” She teased right back, not even missing a beat. “Not as good as mine and you know it.” She went as far as leaning over to take a bite of the cookie that was in his hand. It was a small bite, but still a bite.

[barkincharlie-blog]

“Why would I worry, you can fuck who you like...though if there’s space for one more, I’m always available.” Charlie himself didn’t know if he was capable of sleeping with his sister, if only because he swore he wouldn’t look at her naked again if he didn’t have to, though she often just strutted around bare-assed like she owned the place so it was a self-promise easily broken. Anyway there was so much non-related booty to go around that he never needed to indulge. “Maybe I’m moaning in disgust.”

He wasn’t, but he also was stubborn enough to still hit back, not wanting her to feel too good about herself. Her teasing made him let out a small snort of dismay. Man, she did love to dictate when she thought she could get away with it, and he secretly enjoyed it quite a bit. “Let me? How would you stop me, doll? You should take care of me you know, I come with benefits.”

Well he couldn’t fight the quite enjoyable size and feel of Rosalyn’s bum, so he let her take a chunk of his cookie from his fingers, though as she pulled away with it, he leaned forward and nipped her lip. “Now look who needs manners.”

[switchingxrosesxred]

Rosalyn couldn’t help but laugh when he used backwards manners - if they could even be called that - and took the treats. “One of these days, you’re going to realize I’m over six feet tall.” Which was more than a foot taller than she actually was. She sat the treats in front of him and casually sat on his lap, continuing to run a hand through his hair. “Do you just roll out of bed and leave your hair like this?” She was doing the Mom thing again, but she couldn’t help it. After trying to ‘fix’ it, she gave up and just continued to play with it. “I’m sure you are, smart ass.”

[barkincharlie-blog]

“And you’ll realise that I’m the best person here.” Charlie replied simply, setting the plate down and resting on arm across her as she sat on his lap. He barely responded to the gesture, as if expecting it, letting her toy with his hair as he went for the first piece of decorated delights and bit into it, a rather deep moan escaping his lips. It was definitely living up to the hype or he was just more hungry than he’d thought at first. 

Her question had the dominant glancing up at her, shrugging his shoulders. “I was in the middle of masturbating when you started showing off your food, didn’t really think about my hair.” Whether it was true, or just a statement to put Rosalyn off kilter (a habit of the young dom), he’d leave up to the redhead to figure out, finishing off what he’d started eating. 

“It’s a good ass too.”

[bookworm-belle-blog1]

[Backdated]

Belle’s breath hitched as she pressed down into his hand. The girl nodded, resisting the urge to bit into her lip once again..at least not yet. “I would,” she nodded, breath laying heavy over her words. “I would like it, Charlie.” Belle was nodding, sure she had a somewhat pathetic look on her fact—the one that always managed to capture her features when she was ready to start begging.

“Need it.”

[barkincharlie-blog]

[Backdated] 

Begging always had a way of turning the dominant one quite a bit. He let his finger rub her over her clothes, before starting to move to relieve her of the fabric and give him the access he needed. Seeing the french woman rather breathless and needy gave him a fresh sense of enjoyment, his head dipping to bit her thigh playfully. “Need it, eh? Well I can’t leave a mademoiselle in need...” 

[switchingxrosesxred]

“You wouldn’t have to be told off if you remembered something as simple as removing your shoes when you came in, Handsome.” When his eyes challenged her rule, her own eyes challenged him right back. The way he looked over her body made her blush a little, not exactly use to that attention. Then again, maybe she was just beginning to notice it more now. For the first time in years, she actually felt good and energetic and..healthy. She weighed more than she ever thought she’d allow but..she felt good. She pulled the treats away, though her frown was more of an amused, playful look. “I’m going to insist you use your manners, Sir.” She teased him, still standing close enough to use her free hand that wasn’t holding the plate of treats, to play with his hair.

[barkincharlie-blog]

That was Rosalyn for you, blunt as a sledgehammer when she wanted to be. Good thing Charlie knew a thing or two about receiving a beating, though he always did give it out as good as he got it. When his little jab got no reaction and the rather mouthwatering sweets taken away, his brows furrowed and lips pulled into a smirk that was more annoyed than cocky. “Uh huh? Fine then.”

Charlie reached up, grabbing the plate off her hand with his longer arm, cocking his head to the side. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’m going to kindly relieve your hand of that plate of food. You’re most welcome.”

“See, I’m just the most polite dominant here.” He chimed at the end, before turning to take on of the treats.

[switchingxrosesxred]

Rosalyn was expecting Charlie, so didn’t flinch when he walked in. River, of course, bounded over to him with a single yipp, tail wagging a mile a minute. The Switch, of course, smiled at this scene, though looked to Charlie and pointed to his shoes. “Shoes off, Charles. And neatly on the shoe rack in the front closet, remember.” She put a small plate together with one of each of her treats, and a hot chocolate with one of the mini gingerbread houses on the side. She set it down at the head of the table and pulled his chair out for him. “Where are your manners?” She raised an eyebrow, sliding the plate slightly away from the edge of the table.

[barkincharlie-blog]

Charlie didn’t have a heart of complete blackness, so he did bend down and pet River tenderly, patting the pup before gazing up at Rosalyn, a scoff escaping his lips as he released his forgot to take his shoes off. “My, my, looks like I’m getting told off over and over today.” He was tempted to stomp all over her room anyway, and for a second, his eyes said he’d do as much, but he relented, slipping out of the sneakers and going back to put them on the rack. She’d get a telling off to eventually.

Then without hesitation, he walked up to the head of the table, taking his seat and staring up at her, eyes not to subtly gazing down her whole body first. “They went when my mother gave birth to me yelling the word ‘feck off!”’ 

“You gotta lecture me about being more polite?”

[switchingxrosesxred]

PM: We both know you weren’t. Though I understand - I’m a good fuck.

PM: Maybe I just miss the feeling of someone enjoying my sweets. And you enjoy my back talk for whatever reason.

[barkincharlie-blog]

[Backdated]

Charlie didn’t bother knocking, all but stomping through Rosalyn’s considering it was unlocked last time, and that he wanted to exert some sense of not giving a shit, since the red loud mouth was currently holding the upper hand. He did enjoy her backtalk, it drew an old sense of playmanship in him and well, fiery girls were just..hot, gave you a chance to put them down which was always a nice experience, especially when they let you go full on as Rosalyn did.

"So where are these sweets, Miss ‘I’m a good fuck’?”

[montexxrichards]

PM: When are you next free of orders?

PM: After Monday morning. Why?

[montexxrichards]

PM: They do, but it doesn’t mean I’m any good at it.

[barkincharlie-blog]

PM: Uh huh...might make you try just for the fun of it. Oh and you can tell your Juno all about it, I’m sure she’ll want to yell at me.

[bookworm-belle-blog1]

[Backdated]

Belle grinned, an arm snaking around his neck as he kept her down. She kissed back before her head tilted to the side. “Charlie,” she whispered, breath catching in her throat as his lips worked against her skin. The submissive hummed, a sly smirk coming to her lips. 

Her tone was joking as she spoke. “Un repas? Et quel genre de repas parlons-nous?” A meal? And what sort of meal are we talking about?

[barkincharlie-blog]

[Backdated]

“ Celui qui a le goût le plus doux, of course.” The one that tastes the sweetest. Cheesy? Maybe, but if any language lended themselves to it, it was french, which left Charlie’s mouth thickly, his hand sliding down between her legs and pushing up to crudely add to his point.

“I bet you would like that, hm?”

[montexxrichards]

PM: When are you next free of orders?

PM: After Monday morning. Why?

[montexxrichards]

PM: Shit out of luck.

[barkincharlie-blog]

PM: Then we’re both sustaining ourselves on pot noodles for two days, aren’t you a submissive...don’t they teach you cooking and shit?

[montexxrichards]

PM: When are you next free of orders?

PM: After Monday morning. Why?

[montexxrichards]

PM: If you’re thinking about making me cook anything, you’re SOL.

[barkincharlie-blog]

PM: I don’t speak abbreviations, what’s SOL? 

[montexxrichards]

PM: When are you next free of orders?

PM: After Monday morning. Why?

[barkincharlie-blog]

PM: Because after you’re then under mine for two days. Congrats. You can come to my room after class.