Slow Down, Chill out, Relaxation

Parker McKinnen 43 years old Handyman Omega werewolf

[volkerlindemann]

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[parker-mckinnen]

Parker could feel the way his blood hammered through the jugular with the press of lips. His eyes closed for a brief moment when the witch’s lips gave way to the other’s tongue and teeth. Then he was sucking in a sharp breath, hitched if one listened close enough, as fingers wrapped around him. The hard strum tension that gripped his body lessened a fraction as he rolled his hips up into the other’s hold, wanting to feel more. 

The pet name perked his addled focus. The barest of frowns formed on his mouth; more curious than anything. “Top, bottom, doesn’t fuckin’ matter as long as you’re in me,” he replied, nearly moaning again from the added sensation on his chest. “Always another chance for round two after..” Parker paused and propped his upper half up with an arm; the look on his features glinted with mischief. “If you’re spent by then, I mean.” 

[parker-mckinnen]

rory-willis‌:

“Hey.” Time to work again. That’s all her brain kept telling her. It was time to work again, to get off of that seat and do her job but good god, she didn’t want to. It would have been nice to be able to just sit in that spot until her shift ended and then go home and get some rest. But unfortunately that wasn’t an option. And for as kind and understanding as her boss could be? He couldn’t take it lightly. So no, she had to channel whatever energy she had left and move. Taking a deep breath she hoped down off of the seat and turned towards the man who had come in. His energy was unmistakable and so was the weariness. It was both an advantage and disadvantage of being a were- you could sense things about others that most people might miss. And damn did she sympathize with the weariness. “What can I get for you today?” Odds were that whatever it was wouldn’t take away the weariness- streamlining caffeine wouldn’t- but if there was anything she could do to make things a little easier? Might as well give it a try.

His hand sunk into the mess of curls as he blew out a long sigh. “Gonna be honest- haven’t thought that far.” It came out with a laugh, but even then it sounded pitiful. “Maybe whatever the soup of the day is, I don’t know. Anything would do at this point.” His stomach certainly wasn’t picky when he was this starved. 

“Maybe coffee too-” Parker paused abruptly and pursed his lips. “Nevermind- should probably get water.” Unfortunately, staying hydrated was the key to a somewhat bearable next few days.

[parker-mckinnen]

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He’d felt feverish all day, but the heat he felt was a little different this time around. It felt like he was buzzing like a live wire and was just about to crackle around the seams. His eyes stayed on Volker as he was moved; back pressed against the cushions and his curls framing his flushed face. A low, airy noise was pulled from the back of his throat when he felt the other’s mouth on his skin. 

It didn’t take a single cent’s worth of thought for him to tilt his head the other way to expose more of his throat. His mouth stayed parted to voice another groan, but the noise warbled into another noise; sharper with sudden irritation. The growl reverberated from his chest as he drew his lip back. Yet the span of it simmered down after a second, because he wasn’t actually pissed off. No, he just didn’t have the head space to play cat and mouse. 

“Really fuckin’ bad,” he retorted with a faint growl encasing his words. His hands found their way to the other’s back; blunt nails pressed in with the unbearable urge to rake down the expanse of it. He didn’t, though. Parker was too distracted by the drag of lips that were so close to his pulse point. 

[parker-mckinnen]

That growl sounded like music to his ears, and it almost pulled a grin from him if it wasn’t for the added distance. A complaint was quick to jump to his throat, but it stayed lodged there when he stumbled back. This time the grin made it to his features; all teeth with a look that mirrored Volker’s. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. Hands scrambled to get his clothes off. First went the shirt and then the shorts he wore. Both of which were easy to take off since he couldn’t stand the feeling of anything tight on him. Plus, they were bound to be taken off at some point anyways. 

The back of his calf bumped into the furniture behind him, and he sat in the same indecent way he had done the first time they met; legs spread apart with his hands on either side of him. If he had any sense of dignity he might have felt some bit of shame, but all he could feel was need and want. 

[parker-mckinnen]

volkerlindemann:

“I wanted to.. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of.” He shrugged his shoulders. He’d taken care of a few were’s in heat before, nothing sexual though, but he knew most of what they needed. He knew they needed a lot of comfort and contact while in their heat cycle. This would be the first time he’d helped a werewolf sexually and he really didn’t mind it.

He gently placed the bag on the coffee table, making sure none of it spilled out just yet before he moved over to Parker. He could see just how needy it was and immediately, he lost all previous control of what he was doing. He gently grabbed the front of the other’s shirt, making sure not to hurt him, as he pulled him in close for a deep and passionate kiss. Volker knew exactly what he needed and he planned on giving everything to him.

Was it bad that he found that odd? Here he was, half out of his mind with a shred of valiant effort to seem put together, and there Volker was, being considerate and knowing. Parker wasn’t too sure what to make at that other than odd. There was a flush of warmth in his chest, but he played that off as something that had to do with his heat. And speaking of.. 

His breathing went quiet when the other advanced. Every single sense was already whirring on overdrive, but time seemed to slow just before they made contact. He went willingly, easily, when he was pulled forward. Their lips met and he almost sighed. Half out of relief and half out of something else that went deeper than physical means. 

Parker reached for the hand that held him by the front of his shirt. His fingers looped around the wrist and he tugged; wanting to pull it away and towards the slip of skin that was exposed at the v of his chest. A quiet moan slipped past as he tilted his head, wanting to deepen the kiss; inhale him if that was even possible. The tip of his canine dug into the other’s lip; not hard enough to break skin but enough to translate the break of patience and growth of hunger. 

[parker-mckinnen]

volkerlindemann:

Volker knew what was in store when the man had called him up. He knew it was his heat and honestly, he felt flattered that he was the first the man had called. Of course, he immediately said yes to coming and gathered up a few things he knew he’’d need, like some lube, condoms, a few sweets (like chocolates and such), and some blankets for afterwards.

He’d practically sped to the man’s house, not because he was already turned on just a bit from the thought of what might happen, but because the man needed him to be there. He quickly hopped out of his car, grabbed the bags and headed up to the door, giving it a gentle little three knocks to let him know he was here. What was beyond that door, he wasn’t prepared for.

Seeing his already lust driven eyes and already slightly sweaty sheen he had to his skin was enough to fully turn him on to the max. “It’s no problem. We should get started, ja? I brought a few things we’d need… Or you’d need of course, for during and after, okay?” Werewolves could eat chocolate right? At least he’d hoped they could..”

That was.. sweet. There hadn’t been any thoughts of expectations that came with the other’s arrival. Honestly speaking, he was just glad that Volker was here. Some part of him thought that he’d be turned down, because he could get behind that logic. Really, he could, but he was glad that it hadn’t turned out that way. 

The door was opened wider so the other could come in; all six foot whatever of him. A ghost of a smile came to him for a split second before he wet his lips. “Didn’t need to do that.” Thank god he could still form coherent sentences. Admittedly enough, it was really fucking difficult to do when all he wanted to think about was what it’d feel like to have the other’s lips on his. Or just on any part of his body, really- he wasn’t picky at this given moment. 

“You can put that.. wherever.” He gestured around the general vicinity of the common space behind him. Hell, Volker could drop everything right in front of the door and he wouldn’t give a damn. 

[parker-mckinnen]

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It wasn’t the worst he’s felt, right? Right- he’s had worse. That’s what he tried to convince himself of anyways. Whether or not it worked was, well, something he wanted to be in denial over, because it was definitely not working. His blood felt like it was boiling and he was pretty much flushed from head to toe. Parker had been convinced that he took the proper precautions before his heat actually hit, but he had clearly missed something. There was a haze that clung to him; that ate at him. He felt too hot, to restless, to everything and it pissed him too no end. 

Had it been his intention to call Volker over with a certain hope in mind? He honestly couldn’t say, because he wasn’t sure if he could even think clearly. The most he could say with full confidence was that he tried his best. Honestly, he really did. Parker held out the best he could for the majority of the day, but his lonesome company could only do so much before he broke. 

And with that broken resolve came the current situation. The break of fresh air felt heavenly on the skin his oversize button up didn’t cover. That didn’t stay as the center of focus for long, though. No, all of his attention was yanked to the man before him. The grip he had on the door handle was enough to make his knuckles bleed white. Words suddenly escaped him as his mouth went dry, but he supposed the look in his eyes said enough; fully dilated and half gone. 

“Thanks for, ah, coming,” he rasped out, barely audible against the sound of the blood that rushed through his ears.

[parker-mckinnen]

volkerlindemann:

Volker was sure the kids would be teasing him soon for just staring at the fuckin phone and smiling like a dumbass. But right now he didn’t care. He really did like Parker a lot and any time he got a text from him, he’d end up just like he was right now. Sitting there, grinning like hell at a fucking screen. He soon got another text from him and made himself wait for a second before typing back.

Text: Sorry, couldn’t help myself lmfao

He waited as he saw the other type another text. The second he saw it though, his face with a light pink shade. He wanted to go out for ice cream with him. He was certain he looked like a fucking giddy teenager or something by now.

Text: Well, I’m off in about 30 minutes if you can wait that long? There’s an ice cream shop by my work if you’d like to come by and wait for a bit?

Did he want to wait? That was the true question of this matter apparently, because he had been hoping to get it relatively soon. Although, half an hour isn’t terribly long. He just had the patience of a manic cat right now. 

Text: I don’t know.. sound like a long stretch..

One corner of his lip pulled upwards in spite of his notoriously disgruntled mood. So he could still find humor in something. That was a sliver of hope if he ever saw one. 

Text: I’ll be there in 10 or something. Maybe longer but I’ll be there.

Parker got himself out of bed and went about making himself look decent. The urge to wear a jacket clung to him as he changed clothes, but he knew he’d just burn up in it. So he chose to forego it and left his apartment in a short sleeved v-neck and shorts.

It’d take ten minutes tops for him to actually get there on foot- given that he sped walked everywhere. Thing is, he didn’t want to get there too fast; like he was desperate or something. Which he sort of was, because the amount of times he thought about Volker over the past few days was insane. Point was that he made it to the daycare in fifteen minutes, and he didn’t feel the need to chew himself out for it. 

[parker-mckinnen]

volkerlindemann:

Volker was at work when he’d gotten the text. ‘you like ice cream?’ Of course he did, why wouldn’t he? He stared at the text, trying not to laugh a little. With all their previous texts, this one seemed fairly innocent enough. He had to admit, it was cute as hell. Wait… Was he asking him on an ice cream da- oh… wait… He’d heard from another werewolf that heat was quickly approaching. Shit… How could he go about this text and not sound odd?

Text: I do, yeah. Are you trying to go out with me to get some?

Nailed it.

The front of his phone laid on the middle of his stomach as he waited. Made himself wait without staring at the screen like an idiot. Not that anyone but him would know about that, but it was the thought of that much anticipation that gnawed on his already fried nerves. 

Yet he scooped up the device in a blink of an eye the moment he felt it vibrate. A crude noise left the back of his throat, and he couldn’t help but feel the sudden urge to go by himself. Why? Because he was currently on a stupid rebellious streak for no reason. Parker had to take a step back and knock his ego down a bit, because that impulse was just plain dumb. Plus, he really did want to go with Volker. That was the whole reason why he asked. 

Text: I was before you got ahead of me.

Parker paused for a moment.

Text: And I still am because I really want ice cream.

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closed - @volkerlindemann

He was going to go bald at this rate. Between the lack of sleep, the anxious ticks and the change of seasons, he was bound to get a small bald spot in the least. Yet that sure didn’t seem the case since he continued to shed like a dog. One sweep through his curls and a few strands came out. He didn’t even want to think of the mess he’d make if he actually shifted. Yet he was forced to so he wouldn’t be consumed by the thought of what would happen in the coming future. 

Text: You like ice cream?

His thumb stayed on the side of the screen as he stared at the stupid question he just sent. Who the hell didn’t like ice cream? Why did he even ask that in the first place? Actually, he knew the reason why and he despised it solely because it had to do with the increased temperature his body burned at. Which was ridiculous as was, but it only increased the closer he got to that goddamn heat.

[rory-willis]

Rory was tired. It was a long day at the diner with all of the college students coming in and taking up tables, ordering cup after cup of coffee while trying to study for exams and get papers in. It was always easy to tell when it was crunch time for something at the college by how many people filed into her job and stayed for hours caffeinating themselves. Not that she could really blame them. Classes were probably hell. But still, by the end of the day the werewolf was ready to crawl into bed for about a week- and her night wasn’t even over yet. Just her luck. But at least it had quieted down some.

Hoping up onto one of the seats at the counter Rory decided to take advantage of the momentary quiet, leaning back against the countertop and gazing at the far wall- it wasn’t the first time she had counted the tiles to pass the time.

She knew, of course, that sooner rather than later someone would come in and spoil the quiet but hey, she would take what she could get for the time being.

[parker-mckinnen]

There weren’t many things Parker actually hated, but heats were definitely one of the top three. They made everything practically unbearable in every sense possible. It’s bad enough he dealt with sensory overload often enough. So to have that doubled while he was reduced to some idiotic teenager that thought from his other head? That was just a surefire recipe for complete misery.

Dread hung over his head like a cartoonish black cloud. He was more irritable nowadays even though he wasn’t feeling the worst symptoms of the oncoming heat just yet. The knowledge of the near future was enough to sour his mood, and it was only going to get worse from here on out.

The low growl that emitted from his stomach made him grimace. It’d been almost half a day since he had last ate, and he hadn’t realized it until a few minutes ago. Parker pushed his way into the diner with his mouth open, ready to say something in greeting. Yet nothing came out when he saw the only occupant in the area. She looked like how he felt. 

“Hey,” he called out after a second and went to seat himself a few spots away from the other. 

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volkerlindemann:

“Somewhere in Georgia? Very specific, isn’t it?” He teased playfully with a soft little smile. “Is that a new city I didn’t know about until now?” He continued, giggling a little.

His smile soon dissipated when he heard the other’s phone vibrate. “Oh, um… That’s okay! I completely understand, no worries. Work comes first.” He chuckled softly, watching him when he paused. “Oh… No, I don’t mind swapping digits. Here..”

He pulled his phone out before unlocking it and switching to the contacts screen. “Go ahead.”

If Parker seemed to visibly brighten up from the confirmation then he chose to ignore it. He made quick work to put his number into Volker’s phone, and returned the device a few seconds later. “Awesome. I gotta run, but text me, yeah?” Did he sound a little too hopeful just then? He sure hoped he didn’t, but he didn’t give himself the time to linger on that. His drink was picked up and he gave a small wave before he left the cafe. 

[lucasgrangcr]

lucas had parked his car a bit back, and was just walking around main street on his day off for no reason other than he hated to be at home alone. he saw some kids throwing water balloons at people, and really it wasn’t his job to tell them to stop, but they were about to wind up and throw them at someone walking by and he opened his mouth anyway, “hey! don’t throw those at people!” he called, clearly surprising their target, and causing the boys to scatter. luca shook his head, then looked back at their initial target, “sorry for yelling like that, but i didn’t think you wanted to get soaked.” he offered with a charming smile.

[parker-mckinnen]

The sudden bark of volume certain caught him off guard. He almost dropped his phone, but he managed to catch it just in time to avoid a cracked screen. Parker looked over at the person who spoke, still with a look of surprise heavy on his features. Slowly, the expression lessened as he connected the dots of what could have happened if the man hadn’t yelled. “That’d be.. a major bummer- yeah, thanks for doing that.” Even if his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

[yunhee-moon-deactivated20190426]

Since Yun Hee had set up her little bookstore she had the pleasure of meeting some rather enthusiastic youngsters who liked to read. It was so nice to have children interested in reading and actually want to spend money in her shop. But with them also came little trouble makers who like to come into the store and switch all the books around. Some of the history books were scattered in the horror sections and the romance novels were hidden under one of the tables she set up with the more popular young adult type books. Basically, everything was scattered everywhere all in its wrong places in the middle of the day and she can’t believe she had allowed this to happen.

Her bookstore had become a part-time playground. But she took it all in good humor. Some of the hiding places were both funny and clever.

Carrying about ten or so books behind the register and placing them on a cart so she could sort them out later she turned to the customer who she had noticed walked up as she was searching the shelves for misplaced books and gave them a tired nervous smile. She took a deep breath to even her breathing out and smiled brightly, “Hi, Hello um-” She swears she doesn’t remember books ever being so heavy before. “W-will that be all? Is there something else I can help you with?”

[parker-mckinnen]

He didn’t need these books if he was being completely honest with himself. There were enough at home; half of which haven’t even been touched. Yet here he was anyways, getting five more just because he had the vaguest sense of interest. One could say that it was a bad habit to spend money on things that would collect dust instead of being used, but it wasn’t all a waste. At least he was supporting the local bookstores, right?

There was a peal of sympathy for the other as he approached her; having witness some of the mayhem that had blown through the store just minutes prior. “No, I’m good- hey, do you.. need some help?” 

[parker-mckinnen]

volkerlindemann:

“Yes, really.” He smiled sweetly. “I’m from Berlin actually. It’s… Gorgeous. I really do miss it in all honesty. the politics are way better than here and the air… You can actually smell the freshness. It’s not as polluted as the states.. But… I can get a job here that pays well and I couldn’t really in Germany.” He shrugged his shoulders. “What about you? Where are you from?”

That faint smile pulled at his lips again. Hearing about Berlin wasn’t as boring as all of the other times someone went on about where they were from. “Me? Eh, somewhere in Georgia,” he said dismissively, making it painfully clear that he wasn’t too fond of talking about it. 

Parker was about to say something else to change the subject, but never got the chance when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A frown took place as he took the device out to see who had contacted him. Then an exasperated sigh slipped out. “Sorry- work calls.” Which made sense since he had stayed in the cafe for longer than intended. He went to put his phone away, but paused when a sudden thought came up. 

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to mind swappin’ digits, would you?” Parker asked with his lips pulled into a crooked smile. 

[parker-mckinnen]

volkerlindemann:

“She definitely is, I’ll say that for sure..” He smiled softly, his mind going back to all the horrible things he’d heard about her birth parents. He was lucky to even have her in the first place, and he was determined to give her the best life he possibly could.

When asked if he was born there, all previous thoughts were knocked from his mind. “I was, yes. I’d just moved here 7 years ago since there’s a whole lot more jobs here, believe it or not.”

“Really?” Not that he knew much about Germany, but hearing that was a little surprising nonetheless. “Seven years’s a good chunk of time. What’s your hometown?” He definitely could’ve worded the question better, but his tongue got tied when his brain wanted to ask what Volker’s hometown was like. Normally he didn’t give a rat’s ass about hearing the details of where someone was from. It’s mostly due to the thought of him actually going to said place in the future. Which wasn’t very likely. But this wasn’t normal- Volker wasn’t all that normal and the idea stuck whether his rational brain wanted to accept that or not. 

[parker-mckinnen]

volkerlindemann‌:

“Isn’t she?” He chuckled with a grin. “She’s such a sweetheart given the circumstances she was born into originally.” He turned the phone back to himself, giving even more of a grin. God, did he love his daughter so much..

“Oh we definitely did. I’m hoping to go back at some point, hopefully soon. I’ll admit,I do very much miss Germany and the scenery of it.” He chuckled. Maybe Parker would want to come if he did go anytime soon… He wouldn’t push it since he didn’t fully know the man but.. He strangely really wanted him to go with him..

“Yeah, she sounds like a real champ.” And he meant that. He certainly wasn’t able to relate with the whole being a sweetheart thing, but it took a strong sort of person to be able to pull through a rough upbringing and still have a soft heart. Then again, who was he to speak for others? He was just here to voice his own obnoxious opinions. 

“Were you born there?” He assumed the answer was yes given their talk about accents from last time, but he just wanted to double check out of curiosity.