corrupt!Toji

A/N: this is obviously a bit dark seeing as that's who Toji is. Can only imagine what corrupt!Toji would get into..

corrupt!Toji is whole different species. Not really a vessel per se.. The curse wasn't strong enough to posses him; Toji completely consumed the entity. But clearly it didn't agree with him. Fuckin guy was more abrasive and aggressive than ever. "Toji, stop! Let em go. He didn't mean it that way and you know it!" You yank at Toji, who's currently got his son pinned to a wall outside the school. He looks at you, large hand locked round Megumi's throat squeezin as he dangles him a few feet from the ground. "Yeah? Is that what I know? Think I only know what I can see.. And what I saw was this lil spit fucks hands wrap round your waist. My waist." Toji turns back to Megumi, who's gasping for air and clawing at his hold. "Now in my opinon, sounds like someone has a fuckin death wish, but.. I dont think y/n would ever forgive me if I killed my own spawn." The way he sneers the last word sends shivers up your spine. Toji slams his fist into Megumi's gut before tossin him to the ground like a rag. "So a warning will have ta suffice: hands off on what belongs to me or.. Die." Poor boy's left gasping in the dirt, clutching his stomache as Toji drags you away by your arm. "And you.. I think you love pissin me off. Gonna teach you some fuckin manners, y/n."

corrupt!Toji only loves one thing as much as he loves you: money. He'll do anything for it but ofcourse usually just sticks to assassination. And Toji doesn't care what you think about his line of work. "How long will you be gone this time?" In nothing but a silk robe, hands on your hips, watchin him pack to leave on yet another murderous voyage. "Don't fuckin start, woman." Doesn't even bother lookin up from his duffel as he growls at you. "I'm not startin anything. Just wanna know when you'll be done slicing up innocent civilians." That makes your deranged ass man toss his head back, laughing way too fuckin hard. "I don't kill civilians, y/n. Where's the fuckin fun in that?" Your eyes narrow at his back. "You're a fuckin monster." He stands before he's nose to nose with you in half a second. "And yet.. You don't leave." He makes you so nervous yet arousal starts to creep through, pussy clenchin once at the way his eyes trail from yours down your body slowly. "Can't leave is more like it. Think we both know you'd never let that happen." Toji kneels, lifting your leg to his shoulder. You fist at his hair, robe falling open as he grips your waist to hold you steady and hums in agreement at your words. "Tomato, tomato." He says before suckin your clit between his lips.

corrupt!Toji is a master manipulator that takes pride in your submission. Loves to trick you into thinkin you've wronged him so he can put you in your place: Waking up from your nap startled from a pressure over mouth; a muscled arm scoops you up and turns you on your belly, unyielding pecs plastered against your back and holding you to the bed. He's naked and hard against you, precum formin a wet spot on the back of your skimpy satin black nightgown. "You think I forgot what you did? What you let him do to you?" Toji"s snarl at your ear is just as disorienting as his misdirected anger. He's been gone on his trip for almost two weeks and you had no idea he'd be back today. Definitely didn't know Toji would come home upset. It's you who should be angry at how he's behaving but apologies bubble from your lips instead, even before you know what's going on. "Shut the fuck up. Not gonna let you play that innocent shit with me this time." Toji's hand leaves your mouth to reach around and squeeze your throat. Cock twitchin against your ass listening to you pant and whine. "Fuckin let him hug you y/n. What's next? Gonna let my son fuck you? Hm?" You shake your head no, scratching at his grip and gasping for air. "Lying fuckin slut. Know you want him. And there's no way he or any of those weaklings could ever resist you. So how bout this?" Toji's free hand slides over your ass, slapping each cheek before dipping lower to play in your slit. Your moist, and more importantly.. Hating yourself for starting to get wet. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of my son. Show him that he'll never get a taste of the best pussy that's ever gifted this wretched world. Then maybe I'll think about forgiving you." He leans back, using his grip on your throat to toss you on your back. It's then your able look upside down at see Megumi, bruised and gagged, tied to a chair. He stares at you, completely incapacitated. You know instantly he won't be able to esape himself. "Toji! Y-you can't! He's your-" Smack! Your head snaps to the side from the impact of his slap, tears welling up in your y/e/c eyes. Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to look back at him. "I can do whatever I fuckin want. You really got some nerve." He stands up and walks to the foot of the bed, snatching you up by your hair. Points his dick at your red cheek as he strokes nice and slow. Megumi weakly struggles to break free, wants to save you but feels so helpless. "Tell me your sorry- mmmfuck.. And I might not kill your little friend." "I'm sorry Toji! So sorry. Shouldn't have l-let anyone touch me.. Know better.." Toji speeds up his short firm strokes, moaning and pullin you closer to his cock. "And why is that?" "Cause I'm yours. Tojis p-property." "Good giiiirl!" Toji groans, slipping the head of his dick between your lips and cumming with a grunt of your name. Thinks he might've cum more than usual when he notices how hard Megumi is. Wonders if you notice. Then again, how could you? You're too busy pressin your thighs together, clit throbbing as he spurts across your tongue twice. Then Toji"s pullin out, huffin as he finishes nuttin on your face. Three strong blasts that shower you in thick white drops. Both men groan at the sight, the latter leaning to kiss and lick at your lips. Megumi is so torn: wants to save you from your vile boyfriend but so entranced with your absolute submission. You on the other hand are burning with shame, cum dripping from your face to the sheets. Not at all surprised when Toji's nasty ass sucks some up and spits into your mouth. "Hold it. Lemme see.. Good girl. Now, before I fuck you.. Go give your BFF a nice sweet kiss." He's pure evil, smiling sinisterly when you get up without a word and make your way to Megumi. He's lookin up at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard as his gaze drops to you cum slicked mouth. "Sorry, Gumi." You whisper, holding at his shoulders as you bend to press your lips to his gagged mouth.

thinking about being punched in the stomach 0:)

Favourite Sean Quick POV moment 🥵🥊

Joshua Goodman double teamed. Big John pins Joshua in the corner, while Daz gives the hard body a solid gutpunching ...

Gut Shot!

gut punchign with boxing gloves

Honestly the fact that there isn't a girl punching, kicking and abusing my gut until i puke feels very transphobic

Day 102

Punching cat

His name is Simon

New Release - Dom9 vs Meaty

Agonophiliac's Fantasy - Part 1

It's just me and my opponent in a cleared room at his place. We spent the days prior texting each other on the hour, pumping ourselves up for the fight we arranged.

We spent hours meticulously crafting it all together. Discussing which gloves would be best, velco or laced. Faux or real leather. Heavy oz or light. Colour schemes, such as black gloves with a white trunk and black trim or red gloves with red shorts and white trim. Would we have low cut or high top boots. Not a single thing was forgotten or overlooked.

I always tell my opponents of my dream fight...

I want to be fully kitted out. Boots that are a snug fit, shorts that leave plenty of room for my cock to bounce around as we do the dance, bare and hairy chest exposed, mouth guard in full white just waiting for spit to be sent flying from it when I catch a solid right hook and optional head guard to increase to sweat factor so there is more to fly off and drip down onto my body...

I'm ready for this fight. He is ready for this fight. We prepared, we trained, we worked on our punches.

We want to see how much we can take. I want to sink my red laced Lonsdale gloves into his gut and I want him to snap my head back with a stinging jab.

We are here to test each other, to push each other, to indulge each other, to fight each other, to give each other exactly what we want and know we both possess the power to give each other only what we know we want and can give.

He helps put on my hand wraps, making sure that they are nice and tight before squeezing them into the gloves. The leather fights me on its on terms but the sound of the material being warped and stretched sends a signal down my body and into my cock that adds to the tension...

I smack my gloves together and listen to them echo in the small room. These beauties have been admired from afar for a long time. These gloves are what fighters use, what men use, the tools of the trade that are now finally on my hands, granting me power and a high that cannot be described. It has to be felt.

I stand here now, a fighter, a warrior and ready to do battle for both the pain and the pleasure...

i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).

given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)

but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:

Punch-Chump Interview #2 Part 2

When did you first hear the term “Punch Chump”?

            I had never heard the term Punch Chump before seeing your posts, and the term got me instantly hard!!!

Do you have a preference for gloves: vintage soft gloves or modern hard gloves?

            Gloves? Definitely! 12 to 14 oz on me, but lighter on my opponent. Sound is a big part of the turn on for me, and bare fist on bare skin is too much of a "smack" that sounds like a hard slap. The "thud" of leather on flesh is much more intoxicating. That said, the unrealistic punch sound effects in movies/TV get me hard instantly from the years of fantasy and jerking off to them.

            Other gear? I could care less. My first fantasies as a pre-teen I'd be wearing t-shirt with a cut off midriff exposing my abs, then getting jumped, pinned in full nelson, and gut punched. Now just shorts or jocks. I've also had a long time fantasy of going to a hunting cabin in the woods with a boyfriend and wrestling, fighting, punching outside in jeans, boots, t's and flannel shirts...Woof!

What is your fantasy Punch Out scene?

            Probably my earliest, strongest, "OMG fuck me!" fight scenes was George Peppard and Alan Ladd in the Carpetbaggers. Neither one got me hot as ideal men, but the fight scene dragged on...and when Ladd took a tablecloth and put it over Peppard's head and punched him repeatedly in the face...OMG! Even though I don't remember it as being heavy with gut punches, the intensity was insane.

            Check out my blog, Justin and Pops. That has got to be my hottest fantasy at the moment...and I wrote it a year before coming across you and being introduced to the terms Punch Chump and Punch Space. I dream of a younger, buff, confidently aggressive but not conceited stud who can bring me out of shell and motivate the aggressor in me to go after him. But of course, he's younger, fitter, stronger...he lets me in his space until I wear myself out, and then he slowly and methodically breaks me down...keeping me in Chump Space...working my gut until I can't take any more than giving me a breather...when I'm just about out on my feet, then finishes me with full force upper cut to my solar plexus that drops me. Then I am his sex slave

something about foreshadowing being more prominent the second time around reading a story but in a way that the meaning is changed forever and you can never view a story the same as you once did before. do you know what i mean.

Julia and Joy training from 2022

noo don’t cry about july ending and the time passing, just remember the july poem :)