i just don't remember the thrill of affection

Omega; Vollmond RP

[chuckthewolf]

xavierpopti:

Lightly probing the area, Xavier made a note of the wince as he looked back at him and slowly moved his hands upward, palpating the flesh the entire way. His tone was light as he joked back, “So long as you weren’t hefting nurses then I think you’ll be safe.”

Moving his hands up and over the shoulder, he could admit to himself that this man was a thing of beauty. If he hadn’t read that he was an Omega he would’ve doubted it for himself. This man was someone who had made it his business to push past the limits of his gender and it was admiring.

“Looks like a strain.” Moving in front of the other man, he pulled his gloves off and added, “I’m going to get you a sling and prescribe you something for the swelling. Nothing big, just ibuprofen 600mg. But let’s see if we can’t get some of that swelling to go down before you leave.” Throwing the gloves away, he moved to the cabinet and pulled out a disposable ice pack. Activating it, he placed it on the Omega’s shoulder and said, “Now that the formalities are over, allow me to introduce myself. Dr Xavier Popti. Pleased to meet you.

“Not yet,” Chuck joked. It would be out of character for him to be so forward, sexually, not that the doctor would be in on it. It was an easy assumption to make that Chuck enjoyed fooling around at every opportunity but he was more reserved and kept to himself. Despite what he did for a living which was showing others how to work out, to get harder bodies, in order to get it on.

The omega winced at the coldness against his shoulder but that discomfort soon went away as the cold was welcome against the hot, irritated flesh over the strained muscle. He chuckled as he looked over his shoulder in error, wincing again at the simple gesture that he’d have to forego until he was fully healed.

“ -- Nice to meet you. I’m Charles. ... Please don’t take that ice pack off.” He said, letting out a little groan between sentences as he closed his eyes. Having another set of hands there to hold the pack while his body could relax felt amazing, and Chuck was going to take advantage of it for as long as the doctor would allow.

“Y -- You always sweet talk wolves with drugs, and ice packs?”

[chuckthewolf]

kieran-keane:

chuckthewolf liked your photo @chuckthewolf 

“Nice arms. Ever think about getting started on a sleeve?”

“Why would I get a whole sleeve?” He asked, acting as if he were asking the most legitimate question he could ask without any hint of a smile. “I like short sleeves. I get too hot, otherwise ...”

[thefarrowbeta]

Make a Man Out of Me

[chuckthewolf]

thefarrowbeta:

@chuckthewolf

Dallas hadn’t planned to be social today so he’d left his make up and dresses at home, so of course he spotted a wolf he’d only seen very briefly before around town, and a hunk of a man too. One of his pack leader’s friends…who owned the gym. 

Well..what kind of pack mate would he be if he didn’t go and introduce himself to one of his leader’s freinds!?

The Beta crossed the street at a light jog, grinning slightly. “Hey there! You’re a friend of Ben Foster’s right…trainer or something? My name is Dallas, figured I’d introduce myself.” 

“Trainer ...” Chuck said, as if the wolf would ever allow him to ever train him in that aspect. Not that Chuck hadn’t tried to make the alpha bigger in appearance, but if he was happy with himself then Chuck wasn’t going to force Ben into anything. Not even if he tried to sugar coat how many hours he’d have to spend in a gym to grow.

“Hi Dallas,” Chuck said as he shifted the duffel bag from one hand to the other, reaching out with his freed right hand for a shake. He smiled down to the other wolf.

“ -- Just what is he saying about me behind my back. Do I gotta go straighten him out?” Chuck said with a little chuckle, to show that he was just kidding around.

[brockohurn67]

[whateverthephuck-deactivated201]

Brock

[chuckthewolf]

chiefbenfoster:

The two of them had made the strangest of gym buddies. Ben, while fit, wasn’t heavily into it, whereas Chuck ran the gym. But despite all that, they had become fast friends. If Ben had still been single, Chuck would’ve definitely been the type he would’ve been into, but since he was a very happily mated man, he could appreciate the work it took the Omega to look the way he did.

Opening the door, Ben noticed the tinge of anxiety to the other man’s stance and opened the door a little wider to let him through. “Join the pack and the job’s all yours,” Ben joked as he moved to the side. It was something that had become a slight running joke with the both of them and he was more than happy to keep offering the invitation. Not that he didn’t think Chuck needed a pack, but more like he’d be happy if his friend joined.

“Come on. We’re going to go back to my study. It should be quieter back there until Shu comes looking for a book with his shadow behind him.”

The invitation to the pack got nothing more than a stern glare from Chuck, along with his hand moving through his hair to push it back. Pulling the door closed after him, the omega let out a little chuckle as he gave his head a shake causing the hair to fall right back where it was only a moment ago.

“ -- You have a study? If you put on a smoking jacket and expect me to put on little rabbit ears for you, well, we’re going to have some words you and I.”

For any wolves that were nearby and on the way to the study, Chuck would simply give them a smile of acknowledgement and not much else. He had no outstanding reputation of a social wolf to uphold -- it was no secret that Chuck enjoyed his own company, despite that primal desire to be with a pack of wolves. Being with Ben as a friend meant that he only got sass from Ben which was acceptable to Chuck. It was all in good fun. If Ben had been looking for a mate to bite down on however ... those teasing invitations to join the pack would have taken on another tone.

As he walked behind Ben to the study, he cocked his head to the side as he looked objectively to the wolf’s body. 

“If you just let me train you, we could get some good size on you. Or at least a nice little V,” Chuck said, emphasising his point by drawing a descending V with his hand toward Ben once he caught his attention.

[chuckthewolf]

xavierpopti:

There had been a little bit of a commotion when the young man had come in, nearly all the nurses—mated or not—tittered about how cute and Adonis like he was, which is why he was happy Eve had been the one to see to him. She was able to be objective when she told him about the injury, even going so far as to talk about her own husband and how he looked like him when he was younger.

Smiling as he heard the comment, he looked over and said, “I wasn’t going to, but now I feel like I should be almost obligated to.” Setting the clipboard down with the Omega’s information, he got a good look at him and let out a low whistle. “At least I can see why almost all my nurses have lost their minds over you.”

Moving behind the man, he reached for his gloves and pulled on a pair. “I know you told the best nurse here what happened, but how about you humor me while I examine you and you tell me again.”

Did Chuck’s cheeks go red for a moment? Possibly, or they might have just gotten a little colour to them from the pain in his shoulder. That would be his go-to response if the doctor decided to poke fun at his embarrassment, too. 

There was no sigh at the request to repeat the story, and Chuck remained as still as possible for those gloved fingers to verify that his shoulder just had something minor like a pull and nothing more. Out of habit, the omega looked over his shoulder to the wolf behind him and winced at the effort of the simple movement -- he would have to keep his eyes, and head, front and centre for the time being.

“Lifted something funny, dropped it just as fast,” The reason for his distraction wasn’t necessary for his chart, or for the doctor. Chuck raised his brow as he spoke, mostly to himself since the wolf behind him couldn’t see it. “It was a weight, not a person. Not a wolf. Not a nurse.” Despite his words, there was a playful tone.

“ -- How’s it look? Don’t ask me to raise my arm again, though. That’s not a nice feeling.”

[chuckthewolf]

hank-waterson:

If Chuck had told him that he wasn’t in the mood for burgers, they both knew that Hank would have just put those away for tomorrow and then made something the Omega actually wanted.  Not that he was really worried, always careful to make food that he was sure Chuck would enjoy.  Maybe not as healthy as the younger wolf normally ate, but Hank wasn’t about to eat what he usually termed “rabbit food”.  Maybe he should have because he was getting up there, but screw that.

“Nah, it’s alright.  I’ve got a couple of beers, if you want that.  Or pop or water, whatever you’d like.”  As he spoke, Hank moved to head back toward the kitchen so that he could grab his own plate.  He glanced over his shoulder, making a face at the Omega.  “Ew, is all I’m going to say to that.  I’ve told you, I’m allergic to exercise, I only ever go there to catch up with you.”

Chuck put his bag down by the door as he followed Hank soon after into the kitchen. He took a seat at the table and smiled over to him, waving a hand in his direction at the offer to beer and sugary beverages. Hank knew better, but he was a good host -- he made sure that his guests were never wanting of something he could provide.

“Come to think of it I think the last time you touched any equipment there was when you went to the bathroom. Even the touch of iron is bad for your skin, hmm?” He teased as he took a bite of the burger. The charred crispness and moist, meaty patty made Chuck groan out. Just for a moment, anyway, before he regained his composure. After taking more than half of the burger, he set it back down and looked over to Hank with a raised brow.

“ -- It’s a good thing I don’t come here every night. I’d eat everything on my plate and hope for seconds. And for the next day I would be running, and running, and running some more to burn it all off.”

[chuckthewolf]

twistypup:

“I’m a student…I don’t really have a lot of time for working out” He lied smoothly, eyes taking in the much larger male for a moment. He’d already had his ass handed to him more than his fair share of times in this town, but it’s not like he could leave. Vin was here, Atticus was here, Atticus’ pup was here. Bad place for his business or not, Luciel was well and truly stuck here in this town. 

The Omega’s hands tightened on the straps of his backpack. “It’s my school stuff actually, but yeah I have a change of clothes in there too. Is there any reason I’m being interrogated before I can leave?” 

Chuck knew that this pup was up to something, and he assumed that it had to do with a couple of the lockers that would open give the right amount of encouragement. He eyed the hand on the strap tightening it, the pup being a little more protective about his school stuff than a normal man might be.

“ -- Yeah? And you spend what free time you have in locker rooms, hoping to make a quick buck?” Chuck ran his tongue over his teeth as he let out a sigh to the pup. Standing between the door and the pup in front of him, Chuck would prevent any quick escapes.

“Just hand over what you took, and I won’t cause a fuss. Deal?”

[chuckthewolf]

hank-waterson:

Although Hank’s week was usual a little crazy and not at all routine besides his work, he at least had some schedule set for Mondays.  It had just kind of become a routine over time for Chuck to come over to his place after they both finished up with work and they’d eat some food and then just hang out.  Which usually just meant a movie or two until one or both of them fell asleep.  While there were some wolves who might think the Alpha had an ulterior motive, he didn’t, not really.  He just enjoyed the Omega’s company and had grown pretty protective over him over time.

He dropped his briefcase down and his reading glasses on top of those before starting to cook.  By the time that he heard the knock at the door, Hank had already put the burgers and fries on plates and then made his way to the door, opening it with a grin and holding a plate in his hand.  “Chuck!  Hi.  I made burgers, that okay?”  The Alpha asked, holding up the plate as he spoke.

@chuckthewolf

Chuck laughed as he was greeted at the door by an alpha that smelled like barbecue and a plate of food. He reached for the heaping plate of food in one hand as he closed the door behind him and stepped inside. Chuck brought it up to his nose and gave it a sniff -- of course it smelled delicious. He might have to work a little harder to burn off the calories but it was worth it. Hank was a good cook, and he wasn’t about to refuse good food for steak and ... rice. Chuck had that most every day anyway.

“Hank. Hello.” He laughed and gave his head a shake. “Burgers are good. If I would have known we were having burgers, I would have stopped off to get stuff to make shakes.”

Chuck looked to Hank, to the plate, then back to Hank.

“ -- Real, good, fatty shakes. Not the ones I have. Or the ones you should have after the gym.”

[mrstigress]

[chuckthewolf]

@xavierpopti

Chuck scowled at himself as he sat in the exam room without a shirt on -- the nurse having to help him out of it -- and in pain. He lifted a weight wrong, being momentarily distracted by a beta’s comment in the gym, and pulled something along his back. At least Chuck hoped it would be something like a pull and nothing more severe.

With his good hand, he reached over to his bad shoulder and gave it a rub as if his fingers could probe the problem area. Chuck could feel the tight muscle along his shoulder with every breath, and he exhaled with a little growl to express his grumpiness.

When the door opened it took Chuck a couple seconds to drop that frown as he smiled over to the other wolf.

“ -- Hey, hi. Don’t say it,” He said with a shake of his head as he saw Xavier look over his admission charge. “I got enough shit for it from a wolf complimenting my glutes.”

[chuckthewolf]

@chiefbenfoster

Chuck was hesitant when he agreed to meet Ben at his place. It wasn’t just the alpha’s home, but that of his pack. It wasn’t a place that Chuck would normally frequent -- he purposely avoided heavily populated places with wolves such as a pack house -- and up to this point he had been almost too good at making alternate arrangements with the alpha in lieu of heading to Ben’s place. There were only so many times he could suggest the gym or his modest apartment before Ben suggested otherwise.

He hefted his shoulder bag higher over his shoulder as he knocked a couple times on the door. The scent of the pack was strong before he even got close to the door, and being this close to them all made his heart race. 

Despite the scent, the proximity to other wolves, and the his own insecurity while in the presence of a pack, Chuck put on a smile and tried his best not to look too uncomfortable as the door opened.

“Remind me to look into making your doorways ... higher.” Chuck said softly as he stood up straight, eyes directly in line with the frame of the door.

[chuckthewolf]

twistypup:

The gym wasn’t usually where you found a pup like Luciel, not that he didn’t enjoy exercise and training, he loved it. It was some of his favorite parts of rehersal for the circus, but with all the wolves here it wasn’t really his scene. What was good about it was all the valuables people just left in their lockers while working out. He’d gotten a good haul, plenty of cash but his best find was a phone. Good he could keep in touch with Atticus and hopefully Gilly now too. 

Though as he bumped into the other wolf he stiffened, eyes wide for a second. Though the bad joke gave him an opening. 

“Ha…funny.” He chuckled softly and pushed his hair from his face, hiking his back pack farther up onto his shoulder. “Sorry I was just on my way out.” 

The humour from Chuck’s face vanished when he saw the pup leaving a little too casually. Owning the gym meant the wolf was aware of who signed up and came every day to train, those that would come when guilt spurred them to a treadmill, and those he had never seen in a gym before. His arms folded over his chest as he looked the small pup over.

“ -- You don’t come here often, do you.” He said flatly, eyes locked on the small pup’s eyes watching for any signs of deception. The stranger had a backpack, but not the body of someone that lifted iron at least once a week.

Chuck’s eyes moved over to the backpack before locking back onto those of the pup’s.

“That your workout gear?”

[chuckthewolf]

gillyblair:

Gilly gave the man a sweet smile, happy that he didn’t throw him out. “T-Thank you…” He gave the Omega one last look before moving and walking over to the bathroom. He went in and dropped his backpack down before taking care of his business. When he was done, he washed his hands and exited, backpack in hand.

Catching sight of the man, he offered him another smile. “C-Can I sit in here for a little bit? I’ll l-leave soon.” It was just cold outside and he wanted to get warm before continuing outside.

Chuck looked out the glass doors to the street then back over to the wolf. It was a quiet time at work and there was no harm in keeping him around, if indeed the wolf wanted to stay around a gym where no one was up to much of anything. He gave a half shrug and a nod of his head as he smiled.

“Sure, if you want. Not many people hang around here, though. They tend to get doing what needs done and head off.” He gave the other a once over and chuckled softly. “I don’t take it you come in gyms that often?”

[chuckthewolf]

gem-adler:

“ Don’t worry about it, Chuck.” Gem returned the smile, putting extra emphasis on the ch- in the zoo keeper’s name because it just honestly amused him that someone would voluntarily go by the name Chuck. Or, well, maybe it was more so the fact this dude looked like an Asgardian and the name just didn’t fit the MO. Also, Gem was a bit weird. He wouldn’t say he knew Chuck on a personal enough basis to poke fun at him but they were acquaintances, at least. He owned the zoo and Gem, being an animal doctor, would head up there every so often to aid in the care of the animals. It made sense for Chuck to be here, as strong as the guy seemed.

Gem, on the other hand, wasn’t here to work out. Honestly he’d never be caught dead in a gym on account of being too lazy and/or scrawny.  But this place had some pretty good smoothies. One such treat was held in his hand, Gem sipping at it, only removing his mouth from the straw when he had something to say.

“Looks heavy.” He played captain obvious to promote a little small-talk,  “Like…as much as I weigh. You could bench-press me instead.”

Chuck looked back down to Gem with a raised brow, saying nothing in response to the comment about lifting a wolf for a workout instead of the equipment around him. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the wolf sip at the smoothie -- they were amazing, of course -- before looking back up to what he thought was a little grin on the other’s face. 

“ -- Everything in here is supposed to be different types of heavy. It’s meant for you to lift them until it’s not heavy anymore, then you move onto the next. If I started to lift you, who would I move onto after? Unless you’d just hold another smoothie in your free hand...”

There was just a little smirk in return at that question, wanting to see if he could make the other squirm. Nothing too uncomfortable, however, just enough for him to wonder if Chuck was being serious or just messing with his head.

[chuckthewolf]

gillyblair:

To be honest, Gilly wasn’t even sure why he had ended up here. He really just had needed to use the bathroom and it had gotten late. He had been wandering out for so long it had gotten dark on him. He was sure he looked like someone without a place.

Wearing clothes that were too baggy for him and with a backpack that was shoved with little knick knacks and snacks.

“It’s okay…” He nodded, his arms crossed over his chest. “C-Can I use a bathroom?” He asked. Someone had told him that not everyone would be willing to let him, but he also knew he had to ask.

He wondered how the wolf managed to get this far into the gym without realising he had bypassed the washrooms on his way inside. Chuck looked down to him for a moment, noting his clothes and appearance as someone that looked more than just out of place at the weight rack in a gym. He hadn’t seen him around before, but would treat him kindly regardless of origin and whatever else might be hiding in that backpack.

“ -- By the front, doors on your left. Look for the red door,” He said as he stood up straight and gestured toward the entrance. Chuck gave a little smile down to the man as he finished tidying up a few more things around the rack before making his way over to the entrance of the quiet gym to make sure the little wolf didn’t get lost on his way out from the bathroom.