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On Noncon/Dubcon as a Kink
A topic I get asked to discuss a lot.
⥠Foreword
As many of you are aware of, my name is Marie and I write fictional erotic thrillers, many of which contain either non-consensual or sadomasochistic sexâa trope often referred to as rape for titillation or more simply rape fantasies.
Firstly, before we get into the topic at hand, I wish to underline that rape fantasies can never be compared to actual rapeâas rape is the action of conducting sex without consent, whereas one always has consent within one's own fantasy.
However, the question you may be asking or have at a point asked is why women have fantasies of sexual assault in the first place.
This is a question that I, by no means, can answer perfectly. Yet, in the spirit of philosophy and amateur psychology, I will lay out my personal theories as an author of such erotica.Â
Iâve long wondered why we, women, fantasize about things that would appall us if manifested in reality. It makes little sense that an act so ruinous in practice is titillating when humored theoretically. In the vast complexities of psychology, no matter how much I drink of its depths, I canât seem to get my fill enough to fully understand it. Iâve come to accept that attempting to figure out female arousal is like pulling hair from a clogged gutter and trying to undo all the knotsâitâs a web of contradictions.Â
Nevertheless, I shall try anyway.
⥠The First Theory â cultural and conventional reasonsÂ
Through the age-old societal norms and customs we adopt while growing up, the world paints a picture of aggressive men dominating passive women from the very moment we develop the ability to comprehend. Even in kindergarten, it's considered cute when a boy pulls his crush's pigtails.Â
Be it through bedtime stories of pretty princesses awaiting Prince Charming, historical tales of heroic men going off to war to fight for the wives theyâve left at home, or the simple but classic marriage constructed of a hard-working husband and stay-at-home housewifeâwe are, before weâre ever aware it, conditioned to believe that these stereotypical gender roles are correct representations of men and womenâand furthermore, pushed to accept that this dynamic is what romance is supposed to look likeâwith men at the helm and women sitting pretty with nothing but a smile.
Thankfully, such fixed notions of gender and their place in society are increasingly frowned upon in modern parts of the world. Yet, for some odd reason, they remain no less fascinating to humor from time to time in the safe comfort of a good fantasy.
Why is that?
Think of it this wayâif youâve been served pasta all your life, it isnât strange that you still get a craving for it every now and again, even after discovering you enjoy salad more. We find comfort and pleasure in what we know and have been taught to enjoy, even when those things donât suit usâfamiliarity often trumps our true wishes. This is what conditioning is and does.
But there is more to it. The bra, makeup, and flattering clothesâwe wear them not because theyâre comfortable but because we feel uncomfortable without them. And we find the reason here: in our unyielding instinctive pursuit to attract men, we often sacrifice ourselves to see it fulfilled. Itâs the same with wanting to be the damsel in distress awaiting the knight in shining armorâwe aspire to take on that role because we know acting that way appeals to most men.Â
⥠Second Theory â emotional and instinctual reasons
The Beauty and the Beast motifâfeaturing classic co-dependency. Women submit to abuse because we have an inbuilt need to nurture others, so when we encounter men who we deem damaged, we become obsessed with a desire to fix them or save them from themselves by showering them in affection, with often very little regard to the abuse dealt in return.
I dub it mother syndrome. Most women simply canât stand the thought of abandoning someone they think needs themâthe female constitution simply doesnât allow it. We find purpose in taking care of others, itâs one of our core instincts that we often romanticize over all elseâstaying by someoneâs side no matter what. Itâs in most of the worldâs wedding vows as the very epitome of romanceâthrough thick and thin, til death do us partâeven when the man youâre marrying might very well be the death of you, it's considered shameful to leave himâmany might even call you weak if you do, when in reality, sticking up for yourself is the strongest and most logical thing you can do.
⥠Third Theory â physiological reasons
Note that it says physiological and not psychological. This one pertains less to the mind and heart and focuses purely on our instincts to survive.
Research has been conducted around women having another inbuilt self-defense mechanismâa seldom talked-about phenomenonâwhich shows that females tend to become physically aroused when they sense any possibility of sexual aggression in their environment in order to lower their chance of injury if they are raped. I suspect itâs somewhat similar to how some animals feign death or injury so as not to be treated like a threat.
Additionally, as humans, weâre able to conjure such situations with scary accuracy within our very own heads. Thus, when imagining being the victim of sexual aggression, it isnât unnatural to feel aroused. Itâs sometimes simply your bodyâs own response, protecting itself from potential harm.
I find this one to be as depressing as it is fascinating.
Moreover, the sensation of fear shares many of the same components as the feeling of arousalâadrenaline, dopamine, and cortisol. So it isnât so strange that our mind mistakes the two no matter the caseâsurvival instinct or not.
⥠Fourth Theory â psychological reasons
Here is where we get the brunt of the knots clogging the drain.Â
In fantasies and writing or viewing, we get to reframe traumatic experiences in a positive light or rework traumatic experiences in a safe environment. Victims of sexual trauma will often be drawn to relive the abuse as a type of exposure therapy, wanting to take control over something that once took control of them to try and regain a feeling of safety theyâve lost.
Another reason to relive the abuse is as a form of punishment women give to themselves. Many females whoâve experienced sexual abuse feel as though they have been ruined and rendered worthless and no longer deserve anything but the abuse. Which is obviously not the case. But even though many realize this, it can be hard to silence that voice. This means that these women, when feeling a sliver of arousal, subconsciously turn it into a punishmentâmaking the fantasy violent and often degrading because itâs the only way they feel they deserve the eventual gratification.
⥠Fifth Theory â pertains to the ego
This is another of the many psychological reasons weâll divulge as we try to untangle the knots in the drain.Â
The needy roughness showcased by the aggressor within a non-consensual sex fantasy indicates an intense desire for the victim, which itself is an aphrodisiac of sorts. Here, we find a hidden wish for power, where non-consensual sex bolsters a woman's feelings of seductiveness and desirability in the way it has the ability to make a man lose his decency and self-control, driving him to commit crimes of passion despite great personal cost.
Put simply, some women enjoy the idea of being irresistible enough to drive even a good man crazy. The thought of being attractive enough to make a man love-sick is, in this case, a power trip and a turn-on.
One might say that, in some cases, this arises from a feeling of undesirability and insecurity. Feeling so self-conscious that we tip the scale completely, turning ourselves into succubi, so that men simply canât resist.
In other cases, itâs simply an ego boost.Â
⥠Sixth Theory â a form of projecting
Yet another psychological reason.
Fantasies of rape reduces the distress associated with sex, as it allows women to renounce any guilt they might feel as they are not, in this scenario, responsible for what occurs. The logic here states that when we are forced into something, weâll have a lesser need to feel shame about acting out our own desires.
Put simply, some women wish to maintain their innocence despite having carnal desires only satiated by means of sinful acts.Â
This reason specifically begs another question. Is there a lingering feeling of guilt and shame around female sexuality? To which I say, of course! Women are constantly met with disdain when they're open about their sexual desires. So, weâre left feeling a need to victimize ourselves, where transferring our own sexual desires onto another gives us permission to act them out without feeling guilty or dirty, because, inside this fantasy, it isnât us committing the indecencies.
⥠More on psychological reasons â of which there are infinite
Controlâto feel wanted, lusted for, obsessed over, and coveted by othersâthe power of driving someone to lovesick desire, a frenzied state, where they would do anything, even illegal, only for the chance to have you. Additionally, despite such harsh cases of ego, wanting none of the responsibility for it, wanting to be free of sin, to maintain innocence and purity in light of such dark desires.
Or is there a seventh theory? One found in our idyllic construct of freedomâthis aimless goal of ours to make ourselves appreciate breathing through balancing the electric powerline between having and losing controlâmoreover, a wish for control and a juxtaposing wish to relinquish it.
Humans desire control just as much as they disdain having control. This is why BDSM (bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism) kinks and fetishes are found in some shape or form in nearly every romantic or sexual relationship in existence. Youâll have the dominant partner wishing to achieve control over a submissive partner wishing to relinquish control through such means of domination, humiliation, pain, and pleasure.
But itâs more complex than that, isnât it?Â
Yes, because, contradictory, a submissive partner may wish for control, and a dominant partner may wish to lose it. Human beings are an unyielding paradox, flexing across contrasting aims with no means to an end. And coming to this conclusion, I realized that such is the pursuit of many, even in endeavors not of the erotic kind.
Is it this act of switching places, the attraction and pull, the stimuli and response, the attack and retaliationâin this clusterfuck of contradictions and uncertaintyâthat we find a thrill that occupies our otherwise hibernating mindsâbored to the degree that we become machines in our daily programs wanting nothing but to be jumpstarted into speeding on the highway?
Is it simply that we need a little extremity as a remedy for our dull lives? Do we fall in love with illegal things simply because we are denied them? Simply because theyâre illegal? Self-harm, drug use, gambling, murder, rapeâŠ
Are these things a part of us? And are we, without them, left feeling unfulfilled? Is The Purge perhaps onto something vitally important? A cure for boredom to this mediocrity that leaves us all feeling so blue. The remnants of the wild before we became civilizedâold instinct rendered as bygones left to simmer without any outlet.
Maybe a littleâŠ
But thereâs probably a simpler reason.
⥠Lâappel du Vide â the Call of the Void
Humans crave emotional fluctuation from time to time. Why? Because itâs stimulating, and stimulation feels good.
Your brain is a factory. Actions and experiences are what raw materials go into the factory, and emotions are what come outârushed along on conveyor belts made of hormones such as dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, and oxytocinâto name a few of the good ones.
When we experience the same things every dayâliving life on autopilotâthose conveyor belts shut down, and the factory comes to a standstill, leaving us with a single taxing emotion: boredom. And this is why we seek out new experiences and exciting ordealsâto make sure those raw materials going into the factory are of top quality.
But instead of going out and acting like a hooligan in order to harvest these raw materials, weâve created a plethora of artificial and less incriminating ways to achieve the same thrills.Â
Take violent video games, for example. The blind bounds of excitement others ascend to in the midst of shooting their friends wouldnât go over so well in reality, but it works wonders in a digital platform. The rush of falling in and out of enemy territory, of danger and safety, from being a predator to becoming the prey, of victory and defeat, of chasing death only to be comforted by oneâs remaining life, because, in reality, you're safe and sound in front of a screen.
Also, in other casesârollercoasters, horror movies, extreme sports, driving over the speed limit, etc...
Yes, the need for emotional fluctuation, this wish to trip in and out of control, isnât limited to the realm of lust but is present in most aspects of life. We find it in everythingâdrugs, gambling, and gaming, even in relationships and work.
Itâs in the concept of West World that weâre introduced to human beings at their most wanton and violentâminds stripped of conscience and restraint. Itâs an interesting prospect, and though weâre not technologically advanced enough as a society to live in a world that offers amusement parks such as West World, we can achieve some of the same delights in the safe enclosure of a good fantasy. Here, we can explore all our darkest thoughts without the burden of shame and guilt and without reaping any of the consequences.
Iâm almost making us sound like demons, but rest easy, itâs natural.
The human brain, quite like the stomach, hungers for stimulation. Moreover, it isnât only through entertainment, but education as wellâboth things we use to feed our heads. Our mind is a natural problem-solver because it feels gratification from figuring things out, and so, it questions things and seeks out answers all on its own, without us even realizing it, including questions we donât even want answered. For example, have you ever wondered what it would be like to murder someoneâwhat it would take, what it would feel like, why it would matter, how you would do it? Of course, most people donât actually want to kill other people; nevertheless, your brain craves to have those questions answered anyway.
The French dub this philosophical conundrum Lâappel du Vide. Translated, it means The Call of the Void, which speaks to our tendencies to entertain destructive thoughts. The most common example used to demonstrate this state is the urge to jump off a cliff when standing close enough. Of course, there is no logical reason for you to jump, yet your mind craves to know the logistics anyway.
And that brings me to my pointâthings that excite the human mind are our one true love. Those things that cause traffic in our head, making it spin and crash and build itself up againâthose are the things we lust for.
As such, daydreaming about taboo sexual experiences is mostly only a symptom of this trafficâLâappel du Videâour need to feed our forever-hungry heads.
So donât curse yourself for enjoying it.
⥠On another note â and such another warning and disclaimer
I want you not to accept any of my work as love stories.
Personally, I think hints of toxic displays such as jealousy, obsession, and possession in a partner are naturalâbut a difference is made when such feelings become restricting to a degree you no longer feel free or safe. I implore you to make such distinctions for yourself when regarding yourself, and, in extreme cases, when regarding others.
In that regard, I do not condone the events or actions of the characters in my storiesâneither offender nor victim. No one should allow themselves to fall prey to toxic partners. The signs are always thereâkeep a weathered eye out for them.
And no, Iâm not blaming those whoâve allowed themselves to stay in toxic relationships. I, myself, am guilty of thatâbut I wonât excuse my poor judgment any less than I would anyone else. You know when something doesnât feel right. We shouldnât blur the lines of right and wrong in the name of loveâor whatever else we may lend our self-control toâbe it religion, culture, family, or societal pressure.
You are in control. Donât allow anything else to become the case.
⥠Lastly
This discussion piece is also the foreword to my book College Years, wherein you'll find many other similar discussions after each of the twenty erotic thrillers, for those of you who're interested.
Marie's Collection of Erotic Thrillers
⥠NIGHTMARE'S HELPDESK
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save me period comfort Touya save me
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You hadnât meant to make a sound; just a little shift in the blankets, a soft wince, barely even a breath. But Touya noticed. Of course he noticed.
He always noticed, when it came to you.
He was already half-awake, elbow propped on the pillow as he looked down at you like you were something delicate he didnât know how to hold right- but would kill anyone else who tried.
âAgain?â he muttered, voice raspy with sleep.
You nodded wordlessly, eyes squeezed shut as another cramp rolled through you. You expected a grunt, maybe some teasing about your uterus trying to kill you. Instead, you got warmth.
Literally.
His hand slid beneath the covers, palm resting gently over your lower stomach, scarred fingers warm like a heating pad, heat radiating out from him in quiet, careful pulses. He didnât say anything at first. Just let his thumb trace soft circles while you pressed your forehead into his chest.
âShouldâve known,â he mumbled eventually. âYou get all quiet when youâre in pain. Sâweird.â
You swatted at him half-heartedly. âIâm allowed to suffer silently.â
He smirked against your hair. âYouâre not allowed to suffer at all.â
There was a pause. You werenât sure if it was meant to be sweet or just matter-of-fact. With Touya, it was always a little of both.
âWant me to get you something?â he asked after a beat. âWater? Chocolate? That dumb heating pad you always yell at?â
You shook your head. âJust you.â
He exhaled through his nose, something warm flickering in his chest at how easily you said it. Like he was enough. Like he was wanted. Like maybe he was good at something besides destruction.
âYeah,â he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. âYou got me.â
And he stayed right there, body curled around yours like armor, hand steady against your belly, letting his heat do the work. Letting you bury your face in his shirt and forget about the pain for a while. Letting you have softness, in a world where he rarely got to offer it.
You fell asleep like that.
And he didnât move once.
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#First day of my period :(#My partner is basically like this though so it's okayđ„șđ#birdie favs
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Yandere JayVik scenario where you wake up in a strange place alongside a worryingly calm Viktor trying to reassure you that Jayce just wants to take care of both of you. Youâre freaking the fuck out because one of your legs is bound to the bed and you have no idea whatâs going on and Viktor is trying to explain that he went through the same thing but that Jayce is kind and will make sure youâre both happy. Saying how heâs so happy youâre here and that youâll see the light soon enough when Jayce gets home. Before you can even begin to process that, you hear the front door opening followed by the jovial voice of your old coworker excited to be home with his two favourite darlings <3
Jayce is all parts an excited puppy when he walks in and sees his two lovers getting along. Heâs so eager to tell you about your new life, how heâll take care of everything, all you have to do is be like Viktor- obey and understand.
âJayce. You practically have a thumping tail. Care to be verbal or do I have to explain?â Viktor teases, letting his face rest in the manâs hand as he chuckles and kisses his forehead.
âYouâre probably so lost. Sorry about all this, but with the attacks in piltover, I needed to act quickly. I wouldnât be able to live with myself if you and Viktor were hurt.â
Lost is an understatement. Youâre utterly baffled. But there isnât much you can even say, your brain is still on autopilot. Much to their amusement.
âTheyâre so precious. I suggest we get some food, and talk everything out. Thereâs bound to be new rules, correct?â Viktor asks, somehow completely ok with this as Jayce nods and bends to give him a soft peck on the lip.
âWay ahead of you. I have food on the way, and some new tech I wanna try to keep a trace on you two. Howâs about you introduce everything and we can go from there?â
(Sorry itâs a little short but just know I adore Jayvik and especially yandere Jayce with now complaint Viktor andjdksllslsls itâs so TASTY! Especially with reader involved >:3 )
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Grocery run
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Imagine me, obsessed with Touya and Keigo, finding out Touya is as tall as my partner, and Keigo has the same birthday.
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pretty pretty boy đ
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Life is kicking my ass lately and though I don't want to get too personal, I want to share an accomplishment.
I've been sober for a week!! That might not be a big deal for anyone else, but before this, I was using said substance every day. I was pretty much never sober for a whole year. When I realized how bad my dependency had gotten, it was too late.
I pretty much lost everything by then. And I've had a slip up since, even with the wakeup call. It's so damn hard, but I'm doing it.
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my 2 fav fortnite skins <3
The original pose:
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shaved him
#MATTIIIII OH MY GOD#you are killing me#HE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THAT HAIRCUT#it is not natural how obsessed I am with this man
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THEY DESERVED BETTER
A reality too beautiful to be nothing more than a dream
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A little dabs for đ day
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Oh? You've come across a bird taking a bath đđŠ
---- I had the lovely chance to do this art collab with @varukaart They gave me their lovely lineart and I coloured it đšGo check out their account with their part in our collab! đ
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For simps that love the loser version of shigaraki!
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đźđ©”đźđ©”đźđ©”đźđ©”đźđ©”đźđ©”đź
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Been scribblin some pro-hero touya on bluesky
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just me being horny about dabi before noon - mdni
dabi absolutely has a predator/prey kink, and itâs activated when youâre trying to watch tv of all things. heâs rewatching old hero footage again, and youâre begging him to watch something else, anything else, and heâs all, fine brat come and get the remote then, so you put one hand on his leg and lean over, making sure to brush the side of your tit against his shirt, and pluck the remote right out of his hand -
and the bastard fucking smiles, something hungry and filthy that makes your pussy clench.
âyou wanna play that game, huh?â
you're scrambling up and throwing the blanket in his face to try and get a headstart. "âguess youâll just have to catch me first!"
you hear his chuckle as youâre sprinting down the hall. âoh angel, youâre gonna have to run a lot faster than that if you wanna get away from meâ
he catches up to you as soon as you round the corner to your bedroom door, forearm looping around your waist and tugging you flush against his chest. you struggle and kick, laughing at the confusing mixture of emotions sweeping through your body. terror and joy and arousal course through you so fast itâs leaving you out of breath.
and dabi?? man is actively trying not to fuck you against the door. he's got you caged in his arms and his dick jumps when you make that little gasp, you can fucking bet that sound's gonna play on a loop every time he fucks his fist now. he can picture how blown out your pupils are, your pretty round cheeks flushed red -
âyou like me chasinâ you, dontcha?â he whispers into your ear, like he's not grinding his erection against your ass
a/n: AWOOOGAAAA I might have to make this a one-shot đ€
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