#your dark side

[happytakes]

2024.05.03 | One way to get to know your "self" better is to know your self deeper, and that includes accepting and reflecting on your dark side - your bad habits, your emotional triggers, your pet peeves, your toxic tendencies; basically everything that makes you feel shameful or embarrassed about yourself that you'd rather keep them hidden.

"Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people." ~ Carl Jung

[mzannthropy]

Reading The Count of Monte Cristo makes me think about morally grey characters and I come to the conclusion that it pays to have a bit of a dark side.

Not to be messed around with, you know.

[nohr-selphias]

"I love you, Zevran. I hope you know that."

"Yes... Yes, I know that."

— commission art by @sinizade, posted with permission

[pixelglam]

The Harbor House, Martha's Vineyard 🦪🇺🇸

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

obviously dooku sadly reminiscing about qui-gon in front of obi-wan is an attempt at manipulating him, but there is some truth behind his calculated display (he is genuinely missing qui-gon and hoping that qui-gon might see his side of things if he were here), and you gotta love how utterly delusional that makes dooku look.

like. sure. SURE. qui-gon would TOTALLY join your fight against the corruption of the republic. he totally wouldn't object to you making that corruption a billion times worse when you colluded with a corrupt senator to engineer a diplomatic crisis to force a no-confidence vote to rig an election to get a fcking sith lord in power - the same sith lord that ordered his death, by the way. SUUUURE.

he ABSOLUTELY wouldn't mind that your "freedom movement" designed to "fight corruption" is headed by plutocrats directly benefiting from the conflict because they're either weapons manufacturers or slave drivers lusting after deregulated markets. he wouldn't mind that your great cause is an avowed front for a sham war with the utter annihilation of the "corrupt" republic to the profit of absolute dictatorship as its ultimate goal. SUUUUUURE. like, dooku, you let him get KILLED in the name of this shitshow and then you have the AUDACITY to go 'oh i miss him i'm sure he'd have been totally down for my flawless fakeass Glorious Revolution plans.' the absurdity.

[darkartfinds]

"By your side..." by Junaid Mortimer

[martuzzio]

Yes, Ren genuinely thinks cramming his wolf ears under that hat will distract people from his sharp canines, his tendency to tell Zedaph what to do, and his bad habit of barking at moving objects.

Yes, Doc genuinely thinks hanging an old rag over his face and wearing those ancient spectacles with no lenses will help distract people from... well, everything.

Yes, they're both delusional.

[theloveinc]

i feel like daddy eijirou needs a homebody daughter.. a daughter with no hoes if you will.. whos favorite activity is imagining fantasy scenarios while listening to music..

who’s friends are as simple and innocent as her.. conversations always light and fluffy.. boy band this.. cartoons that..

he’s all the happier for it..

ive always felt that out of all the daddies, kiri would be the least fearful about fucking reader.. not sure why, but that big ol man would have his girl bred and conked out 25/6..

And all his other daddy friends are so jealous of him!!! There's Kats with his precious gem of a daughter (who's sweet and loved beyond words but doesn't yet know true satisfaction, much to bakugo's painful restraint), and then there's Deku's little girl, a little minx of a thing (who can never seem to be wrangled this way or that, deku only just manages to get a grip on things before she's off disobeying again, and he's always been so hesitant to be rough with her)...

But Kiri's got his perfect angel, who he never needs to worry about, only ever reward with kisses and treats and cock for being such a dear little daughter-wife... you don't even like toys, that's how suited you are for him, anything other than his dick and thick fingers and tongue makes you weep to take because it's just. not. him !!!

It's so funny when the girls come over for a play date of sorts, giggling with you in your princess pink room with soft pillows and on top of silk sheets, and Kiri's in the kitchen giving his boys a beer, listening to them lament about the struggles of fatherhood... only to have nothing to say when it's his turn to complain.

'cos while Bakugo's going on and on about his rock hard blue balls and Deku's weeping cuz he accidentally spanked someone's ass raw... the only thing Kiri's got is about how you passed out last night two orgasm earlier than usual, and that's probably only because you helped Kiri make dinner and clean up after (even tho you woke up early to take care of his morningwood, not that that's all that unusual)... 🥺🥺🥺)

They ask him how he manages to keep such a good girl and he's honestly not sure what to say. Maybe it's because he spoils you rotten, maybe he's just lucky or something?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x ISAT part 2: Grandmaster of Time.

(Part 1)

[mrkis]

your dark side. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 1.6k

CONTENT: mark is the quiet 'bad boy' type, he's kinda mean to reader, big cock mark, dirty talk, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex

AN: the edit of mark smoking is made by @/atmakanagara on twt. i was also listening to pain by boy harsher when writing this, maybe you'll like it too.

“Shut up” Mark’s voice growls to quieten down your sounds of desperation, the coldness of his lip ring grazing against the shell of your ear and you shiver at the sudden contact, pressing your lips together tightly to conceal the noises that threaten to escape due to Mark’s hand shoved beneath the waistband on your panties, fingers rubbing vigorously against your clit while the other hand pushes your stomach, holding your back against his chest. 

Your legs are spread open, locked by his own and they ache, needing to be released from his hold but with the way the heel of his shoes dig into your calves as he pushes them open even more, you know you won’t be let out of this position any time soon.

Truthfully, you can’t believe how you ended up in this position, with Mark of all people who you thought was one of the quiet bad boy types. He was bad in the way he smoked packs of cigarettes daily and didn’t care about other people and his surroundings, mostly keeping to himself and not getting involved with others unless necessary. He didn’t like talking to people and he sure as hell wasn’t going to make a conversation with someone he barely knew, always holding his head low and darkly glaring at whoever tried to get too close to him. 

You walking over to him was a complete dare made by your friends, wanting to see if you could get one sentence out of him before he did his usual technique of glaring and ignoring. But one moment you were both sat on the sofa together, somehow having small talk about something so stupid and bland, and then the next you were back at his place, spread open on his bed on the verge of cumming.

“How are you so wet from me playing with your clit?” Mark teases with a scoff, his movements refusing to slow down as you thrash against his hold. “Are you really that easy? Are you that much of a needy whore that you get turned on from a simple touch?”

“Mar—”

“Did I say you can speak?” You immediately shut up, throwing your head back against Mark’s shoulder and staring up at the ceiling with a silent gasp as he presses down harshly on your swollen clit, rubbing in sloppy circles that has your head spinning. 

His chin digs into your collarbone as he peers down at his hand inside your underwear, scoffing at the sight of the material dampening with each touch before he drags his fingers down to your wet pussy lips, stroking over the folds before plunging his two digits deep inside. 

You’re in shock at how easy he is pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt, reaching further than yours or anyone else's fingers had ever reached, it had your toes curling in pleasure and you’re unable to keep your noise at a minimum. 

“Louder. Let me know how good my fingers fill you up” Mark orders you as he adds a third finger, the stretch uncomfortable but pleasurable enough for you to continue to enjoy and your back arches against his chest, a mixture of broken moans and whines spilling from your lips. 

“Please. Please, keep going—don’t stop—fuck” You babble incoherently and he continues scissoring his fingers, the heel of his hand joining the mix and rubs against your clit.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” Mark hums in your ear, pressing his lips against your lobe in a somewhat gentle kiss. “Listen to the way you squelch around my fingers”

It makes you dizzy hearing how fucking wet you are, how the loud noises of his fingers drilling into your pussy is enough to fill the room. Your own noises aren’t enough to drown out the sound of how wet your pussy is and it tips you close to the edge, the band in your stomach getting tighter and with one simple curl of his fingers, your release gushes over his fingers, soaking his palm and your panties. 

You’re shaking through your orgasm, hand flying down to grip at his wrist to stop him from fingering you any longer, legs quivering with each movement he makes. His other hand drops from your stomach to rip your grip away, forcing you to stop pulling him away as he continues fingerfucking you through the last wave of your release.

“There we go” The chuckle that rumbles in his chest vibrates on your back as you slump fully against him, but you don’t have time to get comfortable when Mark’s already shoving you off of him, falling slack on the bed sheets as he climbs on top of you, shoving himself between your thighs.

The panties that stick uncomfortably to your pussy are ripped off of you in an instant, thrown across Mark’s bedroom floor and his fingers are quick to undo the belt buckle on his jeans, shoving them down his legs and kicking them off of his feet along with his boxers.

You suck in a deep breath at the size of his cock, wondering how on earth it was going to fit and your legs instinctively close around his hips, causing his head to shoot up to look at you with a darkened glare.

“It’s not going to fit” You shake your head quickly, panic rising in your chest. “You’re… you’re too big, you’re not going to fi—”

“Why do you think I fingered you in the first place?” He asks you, hand coming up to touch your cheek, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip. “I was getting your pussy prepared for my cock, making you open and ready for me”

His words are enough to have your pussy aching and desperate for him again, unlocking your legs from around his hips and dropping them to his side but he has other plans, palms gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing upwards, the strain painful but you ignore it as he rests your legs on each of his shoulders and leans over you, leaving you squished and folded in half. 

squished and folded in half. 

Your fingers dig into his biceps with a wince as you feel his cock press against your folds, sucking in a deep breath as Mark slides into you with ease, balls firm against your ass as he buries himself in your warmth completely. The stretch is almost unbearable and the cramp in your thighs makes you want to push him off and tell him no more, but the slight roll of his hips causes his cock to brush against your walls and you shiver, nails digging further into his skin with your jaw slacked.

“You’re so tight, fuck” Mark whispers, face hovering just above yours. You want to kiss him, you haven’t kissed since the night first started and you yearn for his lips, but every time you crane your neck to kiss him, he always pulls away, biting down on his lip ring instead. You’re slightly annoyed, wondering why he was so fine on fingering and fucking you but not giving you a simple kiss, but the annoyance slips away when he pulls his hips back only to thrust forward, skin slapping against skin.

“You’re too big” You whimper, pressing your lips tightly together as tears spring in the corner of your eyes. “How are you so fucking big?”

spring in the corner of your eyes. “How are you so fucking big?”

Mark just smirks, turning his head to nip the flesh of your leg as he fucks into you, picking up his speed. He’s grunting loudly, swearing under his breath every time he feels you clench around squeeze his cock in, the wet and warmth of your walls sending shivers down his spine.

“Fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?” He says, eyes meeting yours. “Your pussy is the perfect fit. You take me so well… made just for me. Tell me. Tell me your pussy is made just for me”

“M...my—”

“Louder” He demands with one hard thrust and you wail, head throwing back against the pillows as tears stream down your cheeks.

“My pussy is made for you!!” 

“God, you’re such a good fucking girl” Mark grunts before finally craning his neck down to lock his lips with yours, the cold metal lip ring sending a shock to your core and you erupt, legs shaking on his shoulders as you cum once again. You’re moaning between the kiss, hands trailing up his shoulders to grip the messy tufts of hair on the nape of his neck, allowing his thrusts to drive you into overstimulation as he chases his own high. 

His headboard knocks against the wall with each powerful movement of his hips and you could care less if you’re waking up his neighbours, too focused on the way his lips mould with yours and how his hips lose their rhythm.

“I’m gonna cum” Mark tells you with a whisper to your lips, breaking the kiss to look you in the eye. “Are you going to let me cum in your pretty pussy?”

“Cum in me” You nod feverishly, wanting him to fill you up and he smirks, crashing his lips to yours once more before he gives you one last powerful thrust and stills, cock pumping out cum around your walls. You gasp at the feeling of being filled, holding onto him tightly as he empties inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He’s grunting heavily against your lips, breaking the kiss to sit up, pushing your legs off of his shoulders and they drop to his side numbly.

He stares down at where you’re connected, thumbs coming down to press at your lower stomach and he grins when he feels himself, raising his head to meet your eyes.

“See… pussy is made for me”

©mrkis

[mzannthropy]

Any song can be a villain origin song if you're feeling evil enough.

[vepaluiron]

sithvanas. jedaina. is that anything

[artemisandhersilverbow]

Bark bark bark bark

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - The World That Never Was

[rosepetalgold]

Absolutely dying over the fact that Remus not only canonically hangs out in dark closets for no apparent reason but also that Janus knows to look for him there

[galacticvampire]

Tears of the Nameless, George Mann

Just. This is it. All over this book we see Reath struggling with his fears and over and over again we see that the answer is not suppressing it.

That's what the Jedi Order is. Accepting your feelings and mistakes instead of letting them control you, but not on your own. They are the literal definition of a support system.