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Toji
How I imagine Geto in the fics
18+
toji making porn audio on twitter was just one of those “of course he does” things.
like, yeah, the man’s voice is sexy enough to get someone pregnant over speakerphone. deep, husky, and downright pornographic when he lets a little growl slip. add the wet squelch of him fucking his fist, and it made perfect sense people were paying for the privilege of hearing him get off.
besides, it’s not like it’s a passion project. toji is a realist by nature, always looking for an extra stream of income. and if one of those side hustles happened to be profiting off his voice as gooning material? well. he’s never been one to leave money on the table. he never saw a reason to hide it from you, and you never saw a reason to care. if anything, you enjoyed knowing other people salivate over the same voice that called you “ma” and instructed you to spread your legs.
one afternoon—ordinary in every other way—he was plowing you doggy style into the matress when the thought struck: why not record this? you sounded so pretty, it’d be wasteful and selfish not to share it with his 4k paid members on patreon.
your initial shyness was predictable.
your eventual agreement was a pleasant surprise.
after your debut introduction (“this my girl, say hi to everyone, princess”) the first minutes were almost all him. shy, self-conscious little thing that you were; you barely made a sound beyond ragged breaths and tiny, pitiful whimpers, lost under wet squelches and the plap-plap-plap of his pelvis repeatedly ramming into your ass.
but toji’s never been one to let nerves ruin a good time. all it took was a strategic deepening of the angle—and he had you on the edge before you even realised it. then, with a swift, confident grip on your hips, he flipped you onto your back, pinning you into a mean mating press. all your shyness fractured into shaky moans, then crescendoed into high, broken mewls. he fucked you so good until there was nothing left to do but make noise. he uploaded it later with one throwaway caption:
“sorry guys she is shy lol”
and that was that. anyone who clicked play could hear exactly how wrong that was, and how much he enjoyed proving it.
toji wears loose pants for two reasons. one’s utilitarian: freedom of movement. he says it’s for mobility—drop low, feint hard, hip flexibility and pivot range, how tight seams interfere when he lunges. the second reason’s a little less noble.
no pair of fitted jeans was designed to accommodate eleven inches of cock. not comfortably, anyway.
denim’s a no-go; even the softest weave turns unforgiving when you’re packing over eleven inches. he tried once—slid into a pair of fitted dress pants and winced halfway up the thigh. you’d laughed. he hadn’t. so now it’s all drawstrings and elastic waists now. black sweats. slouchy joggers. wide-legged tactical pants.
when he’s home? half the time he goes commando, dick hanging heavy when he stretches or sinks into the couch with a lazy sprawl. the thin cotton does little to disguise it—always a long, obscene bulge resting down one thigh, sometimes twitching when he’s fresh out of the shower and thinking about bending you over the table.
and god, when he stretches: arms high, shirt riding up, the cut of his waist on full display. because for all that upper bulk and hulking mass of him, those boulder shoulders and thick pecs, the veined forearms and monster thighs—toji’s got a goddamn slutty waist. unfairly narrow. hips trim and tapered.
you’d feel embarrassed staring if he didn’t always catch you.
later, when you’re bent over the armrest—his palm print fresh on your ass, cock stuffing you full—he’ll growl in your ear:
“knew you were thinkin’ about it. fuckin’ pervert.”
why isnt he real
Situationship
his blue spring
Just shoot me instead. It would hurt less.
sukuna like HOLY MOLY i need him
"I just couldn't wear a heartfelt smile in this world...."
i love his laugh, it's so unhinged and carefree, eyes closed, mouth open, eyebrows scrunched... i just know he accidentally snorts when he laughs, satoru probably lives for it
choso and this took so long cause i finally drew my husband so it had to be right and im really happy with it!!!
hes so breedable WHAT who said that
let me have a bite of that