#bro the tension..

[cyberp-1-nk]

Okay my last idea! This one is with RE simp party!

Addict is at the factory with Karl and he is off doing his own thing until suddenly he hears some rock music coming from somewhere....he obviously has never heard it before and isn't used to having music playing in his factory. So he looks for Addict and finds her with a Bluetooth speaker just blasting some rock music as she works on cleaning her gun and since it's hot in the factory I can imagine she just wearing a sports bra and leggings or something....so it leaves little to imagination and Karl is just sitting there like.....🧍‍♂️

"smash or pass?" "smash"

(that just popped into my head I'm sorry....dhjds)

It can go in any direction you feel like making it, hehe I just thought it'd be funny to see Karl mentally freaking out and little hot and brothered by it since he doesn't get much physical attention....

[ Alone with you - RE Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Heisenberg walks in on Addict, and gets absolutely flustered.

PAIRINGS; Heisenberg x Addict

CONTENT WARNINGS; Spicy content

NOTE; No comment..

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

CHARACTER COUNT; 8,381

Karl's eyes flashed open and all he could see was the white wall.

 

He clenched his eyes shut and reopened them, this time, staring at the closed curtains that masked the window. He had to make sure he was in the right place and everything wasn’t a dream from last night. Feeling the soft sheets over his body, he turned his head but his eyes only met the empty half of the bed he lied in. Knitting his eyebrows, he leaned up and stared around the plain room. Karl pulled on a pair of pants and opened the door to his bedroom, looking up and down the hallway, but seeing no one. The rough floor supported his feet as he moved down the hallway to the top of the stairs, looking down and hearing the muddled noise of . Descending the carpeted steps, his feet met with the cool wooden floor of the kitchen and he saw Addict.

Heisenberg leaned his body on the opening to his factory, his eyes slightly hazed as he stared intently at Addict's figure and his mind dwindling. His eyes narrowed open as he felt a contented tightening to his pants, signaling his current arousal to the situation. He did his best to ignore his body's pleas and sighed to himself. He hadn't had much psychical contact from anyone, especially since he got here. 

It was the first time he saw her full figure; the skin on her chest dipping in a V from the cleavage generated by her breasts. The black sports bra on her chest teased him cruelly and he suddenly became overzealous. The “Look-Don’t-Touch” rule didn’t apply and his hands itch to greedily grapple around her hips and yank her forward towards him. A soft huff came from her lips and he looked back to her face, trying to conceal his needs. He turned to leave, stumbling slightly as he knocked over one of the blunt objects in the room. 

She heard the object crash against the ground and practically jumped out of her skin, her frightened eyes turning to meet Karl as he froze in his tracks. Addict let out her deeply held breath and put a hand on her chest, taking a couple breaths to steady herself. Karl cocked an eyebrow, “You alright?”

 

“Yeah... just scared me, is all.” She replied and Karl picked up the small item. He grew even more curious at her jumpiness; it had been a long time since he startled her and something like falling down shouldn’t have caused it. He steadied the item on the side of the standing table in the middle of the room and jumped up on the table, sitting on the edge. His hands rested in between his legs, “Should go inside and get some sleep, it's late.”

 

“No... I wouldn’t be able to if I tried.” Addict stood with her back to him, beginning to go back to cleaning her weapon. Knowing another question was about to be thrown her way, she briefly glanced over her shoulder at Karl, “I’m just not tired right now.”

 

Heisenberg's demeanor seemed to change for a second as he examined Addict, and for the first time in a while, she felt confident under his gaze. Her fingernails lightly raked against her thighs and she looked at the floor, “Have you been staring? I felt like someone was staring at me even before I knew you were in here,”

 

Her toes curled and she squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment before she looked back over at Karl. His lightly-colored eyes were narrowed, but he didn’t speak and slowly his gaze dropped to the sheets below him. “Because... it’s alright if you were..I definitely wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I would be lying if I said I didn't find it hot.'

 

Karl's gaze forced itself back up to look at her, “What?”

 

“I’m tired of whatever innocence we keep telling ourselves we have between us.” Addict turned fully to face him, her leg tucking itself under her rear, “I am so physically and mentally frustrated by it I can’t stand it anymore.”

 

“You're just tired,” Karl uncomfortably shifted as he saw Addict leaning towards him, “You wouldn’t be saying this stuff-“

 

“It’s not clouding my mind,” Addict proceeded to lean forward and rest her weight on her hand, “If anything its letting me speak my mind for once about something I have been denying myself for a long, long time...”

 

Karl didn’t stop her as she neared him, it felt like slow motion. She was absolutely right, whether it was really her talking or her just being tiredly blunk, she spoke the truth. He could feel something odd between them for a while, not knowing what it was.

 

Addict's warm lips pressed up against his, making a tremor of indulgence pulse through his body. She rested her hand on his cheek and pushed up against him, Heisenberg eaning back, letting her do her bidding. She swung her leg over him, straddling his waist as she kept her lips locked on his. One hand kept her elevated, her other caressed his chest and her fingernails gently scratching across the clothes clasped to his skin. With what lingering ecstasy that was still left in her body, her senses still had some sort of sharpness to them. Scent, touch, taste; it was all so invigorating.

 

Karl's hands couldn’t help but explore, even though his mind was still mildly against the situation he was in. His hands tingled at the touch of her soft legs, his fingers scaling up to the boundary that were her jagged shorts. Feeling her fingernails scraping down his shirt made his heart hasten; he desperately wanted to feel those nails on his bare skin. 

Addict finally broke the long kiss and leaned up, immediately stripping the jacket off his upper body. She tossed it to the floor and stared down at him, her brown eyes vivid with anticipation. Karl's jaw tightened at the look she was giving him; also not being able to tear his eyes from her shirtless composure. The only thing keeping her from being completely shirtless was that sports bra hugging her chest. Addict tilted her head at him, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. There was a battle brewing in that head of his.

 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, seeing Karl struggling not to look at her nakedness. She rolled her eyes, “Think you’re taking advantage of me?”

 

“Just don’t want you...” Karl almost bit his tongue, “Regretting it later.” As he spoke those words, he looked down to her thin abdomen, 

“I won’t regret a thing.” Addict said and his silver eyes met with her stare,

 

“You say that now.” Heisenberg said sternly and Addict shook her head, leaning over his face as her brown locks dangled off her shoulders,

 

“I don’t regret one thing when it comes to you. What makes you think I’m going to start now?” She whispered to him, her free hand pressing up against hers cheek, “Are you afraid that things will change between us?”

 

“I don’t know.” Karl said, obviously lying about the real reason. He hadn't done this in a long time, he hadn't ever felt the need for being touched intimate…until he met her.

Addict got closer to Karl's face, her lips brushing up against his, “Let me prove it to you...”

 

Addict pushed her soft lips against his once again, reached up behind her back to let go of the tightness around her chest. Karl's heart slammed against his sternum went he felt the soft material of her bra drop down onto him. She took no time to toss it aside and slumped down, her breasts pressed up against him. He shuddered at the sudden warmth of her body on his, blood rushing through his body with eagerness. He feverishly kissed back, finally letting himself go. ‘Just trust her... don’t think about it anymore.’ he thought to himself. His hands finally traveled her body more, this time, up her tight back and across her smooth hips.

 

His fingers crossed the light chasm of her healing scar and her felt her lightly flinch at the touch. But she paid it no mind, keeping those intoxicating lips fastened on what she wanted. He felt her tongue traverse his bottom lip, and he couldn’t help but return the favor. Addict breathed in sharply when she felt his hand slide up her ribs and his thumb brush up the side of her breast. Underneath her, she could feel the warmth of his waist lighting up with excitement, causing her thrill to intensify. She broke the kiss once again and leaned up, her fingers nimbly picking at the button of her shorts.

 

Karl felt heat on her chest and breathed sharply once she felt his lips up against her collar bone. Before he knew it, she wiggled out of those jean shorts she had worn without him barely even noticing. It was enticing to see how much charge she was taking. He didn’t think she had it in her to be so straightforward. 

"I'm going to enjoy this.."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

We could have had it all...

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[pianokantzart]

Not me thinking thinking about how good of a brother Mario is and how there's literally nobody better that Luigi could've clung to while he sorts out his own anxiety.

Mario acknowledges that Luigi is a fearful person, but doesn't think any less of him for being scared. He doesn't see Luigi's bad luck as a burden, even when he tries to make sure he's safe and protected at every turn. Mario gets annoyed by his brother on occasion, but doesn't degrade or talk down to him– not even jokingly. He just puts up with it and forges ahead without drawing attention his brother's mistakes. Then when it comes to Luigi's victories, even small ones, he dwells on them and gets excited without an ounce of insincerity or exaggeration.

The worst thing Mario does is get a little too caught up in his impulses and emotions to listen, but otherwise he's so rock solid, even apart from his three-day adventure solely focused on saving Luigi's life.

[palskippah]

Mmm the femenine urge to use your boyfriend's slippers even when yours are right beside them??

(ALSO I know the picture is supposed to be on Mario's butt not the front but aslkdalsd)

Kindaaa NSFW-ish?? Imagine this is the morning after the first time they slept together whhw (didn't really go beyond kissing and heavy petting btw aksjdsa)

Also, with that in mind, Mario's soul left him for some good seconds because he forgot which boxers he put on that day (they're his lucky ones!!) and Peach looked at them like 👁️👄👁️... for a long while after she just lowered his overalls, on her knees in front of him🧍but it all turned out good 👍

Also he has the peach fruit boxers that has the image in the back and Peach loves when he wears those ajskdjsad (image under the cut of the boxers ahdjdh)

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

UNTITLED EVIL LUIGI AU COMIC THING | Page 1 of (???)

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Luigi’s been acting weird lately-- and Bowser’s concerned. When Luigi vanishes one day without any warning, Bowser begrudgingly turns to Mario for help, meeting him at a (humorously petite) cafe in Mushroom Kingdom to discuss what’s been going on. Old rivalries die hard.

The cafe has really good liability insurance, don’t worry.

(A/N under the cut)

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bear with me as i try to find my footing with this LOL, i am by no means a professional comic artist. i’m writing (or attempting to, at least) a comic based on my Evil Luigi AU-- read the original post/see the original art my looking thru the #my art tag on my blog! this is a bowuigi AU, so the relationship’s pre-established and Luigi, up until he ran away, had been ruling Koopa Kingdom alongside Bowser and navigating that fun new king life.

i have no idea what to tell yall to expect other than the fact that this will be very inconsistent in literally all senses of the word :’) but hey, im tryin my best-- i havent done any sort of comic in a long time and im having a lot of fun with this so far. if anything it’s good practice. right now i have at least a few pages planned out, but im not sure how quickly ill be able to draw them out, especially since i’ll be working full-time again soon. so see this as a bit of a teaser for things to come/an experiment to measure interest in the idea. :D

[inventedsanity]

is it my destiny to fall in love with queer bait ships :(

[002yb]

While Roy would argue that the leaky faucet in their apartment adds to its ramshackle, rustic charm, Jason doesn't share the sentiment. The persistent dripping is white noise to Roy, but for Jason it's an irritant. It's a reminder of home and a childhood Jason would rather forget - a too small apartment that was rundown and falling apart, all stained surfaces and broken fixtures because no one cared to take care of anything. Jason doesn't want to live like that again. It's why Jason does so much to keep the place up despite Roy's absence because it's not just a safe house - it's their home.

Which is why when Roy comes home and is greeted with that steady drip, he grimaces. The leaky faucet is something Roy promised to fix months ago and promptly forgets about between so many other responsibilities, but he resolves himself in that moment: today is the day.

Guilt and shame are strong motivators and Roy feels an ample amount of both if only because the place looks as good as it does. Everything is clean and smells fresh in a way that makes Roy feel at ease and yet here he's left Jason to suffer with a faulty sink.

The old saying of, 'happy wife, happy life,' crosses Roy's mind and while they're not married, Roy resolves that he needs to do better by his partner. If not out of love, then certainly because Roy isn't sure he could withstand being at the forefront of Jason's provoked ire.

It's not a hard task. Challenged as Roy likes to be, he finds enjoyment in the straightforward nature of the problem and the clear steps needed to resolve it. Compared to the other work he does, it's mindless and it's something of a relief.

That he's going to get brownie points with Jason is an added bonus.

Jason, who walks into their apartment that's been empty for months while Roy has been tied up with Justice League missions and bureaucracy to find his partner on his back, crowded into the cabinet beneath their sink finally making right on his promise to fix the damn plumbing. Jason, who sees Roy following through and preens about it because the poor kid is all crossed wires and fucked up associations about the men in his life taking care of shit like this. Jason, who comes home and straddles Roy's hips like he's done so often in the past, casual and alluring - the menace.

It takes all of Roy's willpower not to react. For as often as Jason tries to seduce Roy, Roy has been painstakingly mindful to not take advantage. Making Jason happy and flirting around is one thing; letting him believe he has to pay Roy back for fulfilling a promise Roy made months ago and forgot about is another.

"You gonna help?" Roy asks instead.

"Depends on the plumbing." Jason quips, grinding his ass back against Roy to tease him and-

Bang!

It feels good until it doesn't. Roy sees stars for too many reasons and all he can think is that this was karma coming to bite his ass for 1) not fixing the sink sooner and 2) being tempted by the vixen that is Jason Todd.

The weight on his pelvis is gone in an instant and Roy groans in disappointment. Just because he won't come on to Jason doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy when Jason tries to seduce him. It's his guilty pleasure, fuck!

"Shit, are you okay?" Jason asks through an incredulous laugh, dragging Roy out from beneath the sink by his calves. Roy goes easy, one hand to the bump on his head from hitting the pipes beneath the sink. Jason looks both embarrassed and sheepish and Roy can't say the kid has ever looked more gorgeous than in that moment, hovering over Roy with cool fingers pressed to the swelling bump just beneath the edge of Roy's hat. "My bad," Jason snickers, knocking his knuckles just shy of the hurt.

Roy makes a face at him and, just to tease, torments him with a lighthearted taunt: "Kiss it better?"

The mood has come and gone though, so all Jason gives Roy is a smirk and a pointed kiss to his own hand before he smacks it over Roy's head.

"Maybe after you finish with the sink." Jason says, gesturing to the broken pipe, courtesy of Roy's forehead. Roy turns his attention to it, lips pursed because wow, fuck. That's another trip to the store.

"Since it's your fault-" Roy says and Jason scoffs. Still, when Roy holds out his hand, Jason hoists him up. Roy smiles at him, easy as anything, "-come get the parts with me."

Roy loves the work he does. He's happy to do it, but he's missed this; he's glad to be home.

[fence-time]

Heuahhhhhhhh

[mice-ducks-and-blots]

Fellas is it gay to plant a whole like REALLY HUGE road of flowers exclusively for your enemy. Flowers that, canonically, will wither and die if you don't tend to them for a SINGLE DAY. mAY I ADD that earlier in the story Blot states something like "the falls are ROMANTIC in a way, especially with a full moon in the sky >AND MY WORST ENEMY APPROACHING<"

Like I'm sorry I held it for too long and I need to say it. I am a firm believer that Mickey and Blot have the same as whatever it is that Basil and Ratigan got going on

[masonjarart]

watching pac disappearing from fits pov is so distressing he goes so quietly no one even realizes they're all doing other things fits the first to notice he's not around he desperately searches the map looking for him bro one second he's there and the next he's just gone he looked away for a fucking second and he disappeared he's alone in purgatory fit cant protect him like he promised he would man phil tells him to go get his husband and he doesn't bother making a thing out of it he just tells him to point him in the right direction I'm distraught

[eggcats]

We need a Luigi fic where he's just unrepentant.

Like, he's talking to Mario, and he's like, "What do you MEAN you've never thought of kissing the people we fight? Literally, every time I'm mentally like,'What if we kissed 👉👈, haha no....unless?"

And Mario is like "Luigi what the Fuck no????"

You're welcome to decide which villian(s) just happen to overhear this conversation 😂

(And then Luigi is like, "YOU! You know what I'm talking about!")

Reader they did, in fact, not know, but NOW faced with a Luigi telling them that they've considered kissing them they're considering it Very Suddenly.

[new-ronantics]

i love everything about this clip. mike’s self-satisfied little smirk when will says “that was you guys who saved me.” it’s like he’s thinking “yeah, that was us.” will’s “it always is, isn’t it?” flirtation and mike’s subsequent reaction (the most giggling-blushing-kicking-my-feet smile you will ever see) to said flirtation. the way mike literally has to duck his head, look away, and put visible effort into containing his giddiness. will staring at mike even after he looks away, his expression softening a little while he watches mike laugh. like i’m throwing up why are they so

[earlgodwin]

"Do you have a man named Juan visiting your home this night? Tell him his brother would speak with him."

[denerturee]

Their tension 😶

[mrm-pachypoda]

Doodles from episode 5! Can’t believe I haven’t done something like this sooner tbh, I’m brimming with ideas!

[clfixationstation]

"What’s the plan Armin? You had one for me."

twt source!