Tattoo artists!141 except they all get excessively jealous when anyone gets to tattoo you, even eachother.
No because they think they own you or anything, moreso the fact you always sit so well for them and clearly communicate what you want from a piece....also you're so nice to look at when you bite your lip and zone out, but that's besides the point.
So when you come to them asking for a pelvis tattoo? Bloodshed. Sorry, you should come back in a month after one of them is victorious, there's no winning here.
Aww what’s wrong baby, does it hurt? Am I going too hard? Shhh don’t cry, I know you can take it. Stop fighting, just let it happen. Let me use you<333
trinity and yolanda who spend more than half their nights sleeping over at each others apartments, know all each others favorite coffee shops and their go-to order, who sometimes use each others cars and never forget to fill up the tank, who arrive and leave work together literally every day: "we're just casual, its not a fucking relationship, Walsh, stop bothering me about this" and "shut up fuckleberry, she just likes using me for sex, it doesnt mean anything"
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baran al-hashimi, most observant woman ever, who is absolutely Not Pleased that her favorite bratty but secretly very compassionate resident isnt getting the attention she deserves from Barans workplace nemesis who she is absolutely devastatingly attracted to, even though its so obvious that the two of them are in love: "i know i already have a project im working on (fixing the pitt) but it might constitute gross negligence if i dont do something about this mess" aka shes bored and needs to get in the middle of that a challenge
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three very attractive women with varying degrees of emotional repression and commitment issues who accidentally start spending a lot of time together and get to know each other way too well to the point that theyre finally able to be vulnerable for the first time in 6 thousand years: "uh oh"
Farmer boy dennis who when he gets his boyfriend pope out on the farm has a habit for misusing equitment.. he just cant help but tie pope up in the barn and use the milking machines on him! Its so fun watching his pretty puppy squirm and whine for an escape from the pleasure but he makes sure the suctions on high enough that it stays firmly around popes cock. Absolutely sucking him dry while dennis stands to the side and watchs.
“Benjy turns 40 this year,” George says in disbelief, the sort of easy jibe about his siblings getting old that he makes at home. Cara’s texting about his schedule—she wants to plan a big party in July.
Max hums, then rolls onto his side to face George. “40? I mean I knew you were the baby, but jesus.”
George replies to Cara, clarifying his plans for the break. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, they’re like, true millennials.”
Max grins. “So you were an accident, then.”
After twenty years of those sorts of comments, they really shouldn’t get under George’s skin anymore. He fakes a smile. “Yeah, yeah. Happy accident.”
He should know better than to try to pull one over on Max. The man’s got a military-grade bullshit detector, especially when it comes to George. Sometimes George hates that about him, that Max can see the ugliest bits of him, the ones he tries his best to hide. Max pokes at his ribcage.
“Hey. It is.”
George hums and stares at the ceiling. He knows that he wasn’t planned for. He knows that his entire existence was a mistake, one that his family chose to make the most of, but still. It’s not that he ever felt unwanted, but there’s still a disconnect between himself and his siblings, sometimes. Jokes that fall flat, references that he doesn’t understand.
Max walks his fingers along the curve of the bone he poked earlier. “I’m glad you were born when you were. Would’ve had to fuck an old man otherwise.”
George huffs out half a laugh, but his response is acerbic. “Thought you did that already.”
He’s feeling prickly now, thinking about Daniel and Max, his stomach a convoluted mess of jealousy and possessiveness and annoyance. It’s replaced with guilt when Max just scrapes a gentle nail along his sternum.
“Maybe I would’ve picked you instead. We could’ve had another five years together,” Max says a little petulantly. George somehow doubts that this would have been the case.
“Dunno if I would’ve gone for it. I mean, that’d be like…like the gap between me and Kimi.” Great. Now he’s thinking about Kimi while he’s in bed with his boyfriend.
Max laughs at him, and George realizes that he must be making a face.
“If, if, if,” Max starts, and George groans. He cuts Max off by pulling him on top of himself and molding their lips together. Max melts against him, warm and soft.
George leans back and brushes a hand through Max’s hair. “I think the timing’s worked out alright.”
Max squishes their noses together. “Yes, I said that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” George pulls him back in for another kiss.
