#ieiripiewrites

synopsis: mehcanic fem!toji x fem!reader content: boss/employee relations, funky toji agenda, dry humping, oral (f!recieving), lesbiansssss!!!! fem!toji art: by @c4rd4n on tiktok

she would be the death of you. you were certain.

as a service advisor at a car dealership your job was simple. hand out jobs to mechanics. deal with customers. sell jobs to customers. simple, enough—in theory.

the only issue?

the new mechanic. originally you had been excited for another woman to join the team, thrilled even. the automotive industry was saturated with bummy men. in fact, all of your mechanics until now were men. you had used to call them bums, berating their foul mouths and lack of deodorant usage.

that is... until toji stepped into the picture.

where you had originally thought solidarity would blossom, something far more sinister grew. she was, for a lack of a better word, THE bum.

she consistently outdid her coworkers, even gojo satoru, in terms of work load and efficiency. her customer satisfaction rating? tens across the board.

her attitude, though? absolutely rancid. she constantly fucked around with her coworkers, irritating geto suguru and distracting him from his work all the while getting ahead on her own, hogging the speakers, the list went on. it stank. her attiutude and her presense. she somehow sweat more than all of your technicians combined, and the faint smell of her natrual musk and perfume always startled you mid-conversation with customers. you gave it about a month before telling her off.

"toji. walk with me for a sec."

you said it definitively, unquestioning the curvature of her raised brow or the snickering coming from sukuna's lift.

"how can i help you boss?"

you sighed, rolling your eyes, "toji. use my name. we've talked about this."

she chuckles, giving a curt "ok" followed by a snicker and whispered "boss."

falling for her incredibly obvious ragebait, you snap, "y'know, what? fuck it," as you throw your hands up in exasperation. you abruptly stop walking and toji, who's been trailing behind you, almost slams into you head-on. turning on your heels, you point in her face.

"your attitude is shit. you smell like shit. you need to get it the fuck together or I will make it my personal mission to boot your ass."

"woah, woah, boss. let's take a second," the raven starts. immediately, you're even more irritated. toji almost starts to sweat, she thinks you might just be serious for a second. but then she takes a good look at your flushed face, and she knows anger is only the surface of what you must be feeling.

"first off, little lady, my attitude is just fine. customers are happy, that's what matters, yeah?" she leans over, her face only inches away from your own.

little lady? was she deadass? "i m-mean... yeah, i guess. but-" again, you're distracted by her smell. with her so close you can't ignore her natrual scent intertwining with that of her amber scented perfume. it was sickeningly hot, no matter how much you you'd claimed it reeked.

"but nothing. i do my job and i do it well. i think you just have a different problem."

even drunk off her scent—that caught your attention. what problem could you possibly have?

"oh, fuck off," you scoff and turn on your heels once again, this time walking to your office. you were done with this conversation.

toji follows you, letting out a laugh, "noooo, no. you don't get to walk away."

you huff, still walking towards your office. the absolute ego on this funky bitch. she probably hardly ever bathed and she thinks you wouldn't be dying to walk away from her? god help you.

when you sit down at your desk you put your head in your hands, completely exhausted. you thank yourself for closing the blinds and turning the lights off, at least you can get some peace before a customer–

"now what i'd say about walking away from me?" toji starts.

you sigh. when would you get a break? toji slams the door closed, starting toward your desk. she has a wicked smile on her face as she leans over the smooth wood, bracing herself with her arms.

you struggled to make eye contact with the woman in front of you, her arms buldging out of her tight black shirt. she was irritating, sure, but she was so unfarily unattractive. her shirt tightened around her expansive chest too, and god you couldn't stop thinking about getting your mouth on her. what would she taste like? would you taste the salty musk that constantly emits from her?

you push those thoughts down. no, you had to stand your ground. "the fuck? i don't care what you said. get the fuck out of my office."

"see, i would—really. but the thing is," toji pauses, leaning her face closer, "i don't think you want that."

"yeah, what do you know about what i want?"

"why dont i show you?" she asks it whilst leaning over your desk, her face inches from your own once again.

suddenly your mouth goes dry and you can't think, let alone speak. the only thing you can mutter is,

"go lock the door."

toji smirks, walking to the door whilst you slowly rise from your swivel chair and shift to sit on top of your desk where she was leaning just seconds prior. when she returns, the door having been freshly locked, you are breathing heavy with your legs tightly wound together. you try to alleviate some pressure by shifting on the desk, toji only chuckles as you hear the click of the door locking.

when she walks toward you, the only light in the room remains that of your warm desk lamp. even with such dim lights, you can tell toji is absolutely beautiful—however funky she may be.

toji towers over you, with touseles of her messy black hair shifting with each breath she takes. she props an arm on either side of where you're sitting and leans in, and you close your eyes, waiting.

when you open them again, her gaze is averted and a rose dusts her cheeks.

"can i?" she mutters, still looking to the side.

you sigh, how could she be so useless? couldn't even bother to kiss you without your instruction?

with that, you brace either side of her face and pull her in.

when her lips first meet your own, all you can think is that she tastes sweet. so sweet? you wonder what chapstick she uses—if any.

"it's strawberry," she murmurs, now breathing in a raggedy rhythm.

"o-oh! i, um, like it. a lot," you respond, not having meant to compliment her so openly. let alone without any remote charm.

she smiles—this time with something genuine behind it, "good. now be a good girl and keep going, okay?"

you nod your head. you could do that for her. be a good girl.

you kiss her again, this time tangling your hands in her black locs. it's more intense this time around, and her large chest presses against your own. you feel something hard through your shirt and realize she isn't wearing a bra. you huff at the thought, yet still kiss her harder.

shifting your chest against your own to get some semblance of friction, you feel yourself growing wet at her continued moans throughout your sloppy kisses.

"you need to be quiet, toji, hnn—" you're cut off when she slots her muscular thigh between your own and rubs along your clothed cunt.

"oh fuck," you whimper as she undoes the buttoning of your pants, yanking them down to pool around your ankles. and soon enough, she drops to her knees.

Toji kisses along the fat of your thighs, her arms wrapping around to grope at the flesh of your ass as she continues her attack on your lower limbs. when she notices your underwear is drooling onto the table below, it is only then that she licks a thick stripe along your clothed cunt.

between the hickeys she leaves on your thighs, she starts, "you'll let me taste you, right boss?"

the title does something gross to you, your mouth opening to let out a deep moan, "whatever you want."

with your permission, she angles your hips off the desk to peel down your panties. you grope at your chest over your shirt, begging for more friction as toji begins her attack on your clit. she suckles on your pink nub momentarily, all the while the tips of her fingers stroke along your opening. you wiggle your hips desperately, chasing the additional friction of her fingers.

"patience. i thought i smelled like shit? whatever happened to that?" toji says it between her incessant licking.

"well, wait—fuck," you moan out in shock as her fingers quickly thrust inside of you, curling deliciously.

your end fizzles up in your stomach, and toji can tell you're close when your legs begin to shake and your moans grow louder. you're cursing under your breath as she suctions her lips firmly against your clit, occasionally licking it firmly. her fingers, though, still continued to thrust inside of you at a rapid pace. you slid your hands underneath your shirt and teased at your nipple, trying to match the pace of toji's girthy fingers.

growing wetter at the squelches of your cunt, toji drinks you up like a starved woman. she continues to clench the fat of your ass, parting your thighs impossibly farther.

when toji lets out a deep wine, you tumble toward your end.

"toji, toji, toji—shit. i'm gonna cum, please." toji nods into your cunt, speeding up her fingers and giving a fat kiss to your cunt. with another firm squeeze of your nipple, you're coming undone right in toji's mouth. she drinks up everything you give her, licking you through it.

when you come down, still shaking, she asks,

"so what's this about me being funky?"

@ieiripie 2026 — please do not copy or translate my works, thank you!

synopsis: murmur asmrist au with shoko content: bratty shoko agenda, oral (f!receiving), face sitting, dom!reader (kinda), squirting, nipple/breast play, tribbing, not proofread bc im lazy

asmrist!shoko who refused to do a face reveal until she hit 1 million subscribers. when she finally reached 1 million and set up the long-awaited face cam, her chat collectively spammed, with thousands of viewers fussing over her pretty pink lips and unique undereye mole.

asmrist!shoko who exploded overnight for her good looks and tingly asmr, with clips of her makeup roleplays spreading like wildfire on twitter and tiktok. soon, her following doubled and dozens of brands were reaching out.

asmrist!shoko who's most popular video ends up being one starring you. your company tasked you with a "very important collaboration," in which you were to provide shoko various makeup products from a recent launch to be incoporated into an asmr roleplay.

asmrist!shoko, who, upon meeting you, demanded that you be in her video. otherwise, she'd call off the entire thing. she argued a live model was necessary for her "work," disregarding the numerous makeup centered asmr videos she's produced without a model.

asmrist!shoko who really just wanted an opportunity to get to know you better and wouldn't stop until she got her way.

asmrist!shoko who thoroughly enjoyed filming with you, and learned a lot about you in the process. you both broke character numerous times during filming, laughing to yourselves out of sheer embarassment and infactuation.

asmrist!shoko who uploads said bloopers online alongside the carefully cut video, not expecting anything to come of it. only, it explodes. commenters note the tension between the two of you, dozens asking "is this yuri????"

asmrist!shoko who reaches out to you personally, hoping to have you star in another video. you reluctantly agree, ever shy even after the fun you had whilst first filming with her.

asmrist!shoko who grows closer to you through your continued presense in her videos, eventually developing a "slight" crush on you.

asmrist!shoko who is not slick whatsoever, becoming more handsy with you on and off camera. during filming, she'll lean her hand on your thigh to support herself while towering over you to apply your makeup. she's OVERLY giddy when you lean closer and tell her to turn off the camera.

asmrist!shoko who turns off the camera in record speed and looks to you, waiting, only for you to lead her toward her own bed with your mic in hand.

asmrist!shoko who is flushed when you ask to "hear some mouth sounds from the pro" whilst your clothed pussy hovers just inches above her face.

asmrist!shoko who wastes no time in licking your clothed cunt, thumbing at your clit while your panties get drenched in a mix of saliva and growing wetness. only when you push your underwear to the side does shoko truly eat, manicured nails sinking into the flesh of your ass to encourage you to grind on her face.

asmrist!shoko who will not let up on your clit, suctioning the firm nub with her lips before shifting to lick a stripe across your hole. when your hands snake toward your chest to grope and play with your breasts you get infinitely wetter, leaking into shoko's mouth as you bounce against the tip of her nose.

asmrist!shoko who encourages you, through muffled moans, to squirt. repeatedly circling your clit and tongue-fucking you, as the steady pwalp pwalp pwalp of your skin clapping quickens as you use her to chase your orgasm, she can tell you're close. when you cum it's hard, and it trickles down her chin.

asmrist!shoko who allows you to stumble off her, still catching your breath, and asks if you can giver her one more. when you nod she is immediately pushing you back-first against the bed and aligning her naked cunt with yours. she places her weight against you entirely, her soft breasts smashing against your own as she chases her own orgasm.

asmrist!shoko who's clit occasionally catches on your own, leading to breathy moans from the both of you. with a particularly harsh round of bouncing, shoko's hips stutter. her nipples are erect and sore against your own, and the added stimulation of your cunts grinding together push her over the edge. you follow soon after, coming down from your second high of the evening.

asmrist!shoko who asks to be your girlfriend whilst cleaning you off with a warm rag afterward, looking forward to filming many more videos with you in the future.

@ieiripie 2026 — please do not copy or translate my works, thank you!

before mai dies, she decides to take both her and maki's cursed energy into this afterlife. this allows maki's cursed energy to reach zero, thus allowing her to achieve heavenly restriction similarly to toji.

i believe that mai did this intentionally with that exact goal in mind. before dying, mai says, "please destroy everything. and i mean everything, big sister."

we know that maki would go on to eliminate the zenin clan, but i think it's super interesting to take note of how she does so and her ability to respect mai's final wish in the process.

maki eliminates most of the zenin clan, and then seeks out her mother. maki's mother gave birth to two daughters, one of whom does not have a cursed technique + very limited cursed energy and the other with a limited understanding of their cursed technique + no notable amounts of cursed energy.

let's put maki's mother and her disdain for maki into context. toji was deemed as a failure by the zenin clan because he had no cursed energy and no cursed technique, thus leading his mother to commit suicide out of dissapoint/shame. considering she gave birth to two daughters, neither of which are recognized by the zenin clan as overly powerful, we can assume that maki and mai's mother held similar sentiments of shame and dissapointment. these feelings are amplified through the misogny perpetuated by the zenin clan (showcased primarily through naoya), as a woman's duty in the clan is essentially to birth powerful children. in the eyes of the zenin clan, maki's mother failed.

before murdering her mother, however, maki allows her to finish off naoya. why is this? maki could have easily killed him herself, after all.

i personally believe that maki allowed her mother to kill naoya to "destroy everything," as mai had asked. destroying the zenin clan means murdering the members, yes, but also dismantling and disregarding their misognystic values and hiearchy. in allowing her mother, who is deemed a failure in the eyes of the zenin clan, to kill naoya, the overly-glazed golden child, maki is destroying the stern hierarchy of the zenin clan.

this is highly debated, but i personally believe both mai and maki were likely sexually abused by naoya. at the very least, however, we can agree they noya physically abused and bullied the sisters. given their history, maki deeply resents naoya and aspires for revenege of some sort. in ignoring her own desire for revenge, and allowing her mother to kill naoya, maki argues that revenege is not the most important matter at hand. this is an act of kindness and pity toward her mother. values like pity and kidness were disgarded by the zenin family, as we saw the cruelty that toji endured.

synopsis: comforting shoko after geto's defection content: hurt/comfort, f! reader, mutual pining, situationship word count: idk yet

geto's defection, in all honesty, hurt you about as much as it surprised you. he hadn't been looking good since riko died. he was quieter, joked less, and he had lost a considerable amount of weight. you would hesitste to call geto a best friend, but even you could tell the boy looked unwell. so, when gojo told you that he had "allegedly" murdered an entire village, your first thought was really? geto—the boy who lends me his erasers—murdered his family? well, fuck.

you were a little surprised to hear he went and did something so extreme, but to say you were in disbelief would be a lie. so, while gojo was mourning the loss of his close friend, you were (embarrassingly) hurt that you received the news from gojo himself rather than shoko. what good is a best friend if not to share secrets and information? then again, as of late, you and shoko have been teetering away from friends and leaning into something far more intimate. and that's ignoring the fact that shoko is probably in shambles herself. here shoko is mourning her best friend's psychological ruin whilst you contemplate why she didn't come find you; tell you what happened, cry to you, anything.

you consider the nature of your friendship (crush? relationship? what do you call friends who sometimes kiss and always hold hands?) while looking for her—well aware that your childish hurt is incomparable to the grief she and gojo are enduring.

when her dorm is empty you get anxious. she's not with gojo, she's not in her room, and she's allergic to answering her phone (as per usual).

you wobble to the bridge stretching across jujutsu tech's river in a poor attempt to ground yourself. shoko is gone and geto has defected and you don't care about anything aside from finding shoko. you think you might be terribly selfish. the guilt slithering throughout your veins nips at your stomach, which is now churning with discomfort. when you see someone leaning against the oak railing, smoke surrounding their figure—you know who it is. the knots in your stomach suddenly straighten, and you catch your breath for the first time since gojo broke the news.

walking to join her, you lean your weight against the wooden railing and begin,

"i found you."

she smells like smoke and musk, you think you faintly smell jasmine or some floral underneath the musk of her cigarettes. it smells like your body wash.

shoko exhales through her nose, her eyes shut. she puffs out a cloud of smoke.

"i guess you did."

your brows pinch together. shoko never (willingly) ventures into what's murky. she avoids pain both physically and in casual conversation. she might as well be the face of avoidance itself, you think. after a beat of silence, you ask the most important question.

"are you okay?"

eyes still closed, shoko taps her lit cigarette against nothing. ashes of tobacco drizzle into the river below your figures, laying flat atop your reflections.

shoko thinks it's just like you to ask if she's okay. you don't know if it's true, if suguru actually killed hundreds of innocent women and children, and she knows you don't care. you might pretend to, for her sake or to seem not insane. but you're wholly fixated on her well being. and carefully cracking her open, like an egg against a frying pan.

"yeah."

she says it dismissively. you frown while her eyes flicker open, meeting yours. you nod your head, ushering her to continue. shoko thinks you're approaching her from a cautious distance, like she's a stray cat you long to stroke. kindly, she decides to close the gap,

"i mean, not okay. but okay, right?"

you soften your brows, a silent thank-you-for-opening-up-even-if-it's-not-much.

"right."

where satoru or suguru would joke and banter, you leave space for her to open up.

"i don't know if i believe it."

"that he did it?"

she shrugs.

"yeah, i mean—it's suguru, our suguru."

you hum in thought. you believe geto did everything gojo says he did. you don't fault shoko for her obvious denial. she was always closer with geto than you were.

she closes her eyes and tucks her cigarette back into her puffy lips, folding her arms on the railing of the bridge you stand on.

you take a step closer to her, and your touch on her back is familiar. her skin prickles at the warmth of your thumb as you trace mindless shapes on her back before running your hand up to her jaw.

you tuck her short hair behind her ear slowly. shoko knows you're taking your time with her. she thinks, you always do.

she blinks her eyes open and flicks her cigarette into the river. for once, you don't lecture her. that's how she knows you're afraid. not of her, but for her.

she wants to reassurace you, but when she puffs out smoke her mouth remains closed.

"you don't have to say anything. it's fine."

shoko laughs. you can't tell what's so funny. maybe she's entertained by the borderline parental role you've taken on. you contemplate what exactly to do, what to say, what to feel, when your shoulder dips with a foreign weight. still stood side to side and leaning against the bridge's railing, shoko's head now rests on your shoulder. underneath the scent of your very body wash, is a scent unqiue to shoko. her hair and skin. the scent is intoxicating and unique to her. you feel dazed.

you start, "did you shower in my dorm?"

"yes. is that okay?"

"of course it is. you can do whatever you want."

your response comes far too quickly, almost dissmive.

"i mean, when it comes to me. you can do whatever you like. i like everything you do."

it's shoko turn to hum and contemplate the weight of your words. she considers what you would do if she turned to you and cupped your cheek. then slapped you. the urge is nonexistent, but she thinks you would smile and ask her to trace the sting with the tips of her fingers. you might ask her to do it again.

she's always loved that about you. when eating lunch with you, you sometimes pause. fork held midair, you are utterly entranced as shoko eats. you really do mean it. whatever she does, you like it. you find entertainment in the way she swallows water, your eyes following the bobbling of her neck. when studying, she can count on you to follow her movements carefully and synchrocize the rise of your chest to the rise of her own.

tapping her cigarette against the air, shoko allows another round of tobacco ash to adorn your reflections in the river below.

she thinks that—with you—she might be able to survive this.

hope you enjoyed this post! i'm trying to branch out from nsfw & smut, lol. so if you have any non nsfw reqs for shoko, let me know!! i want to expand my portfolio so i can start doing commissions, so please let me know what characters you might be interested in seeing. esp from jjk! i'm pretty comfortable with shoko, but i want to branch out to toji and geto. it's kind of stressful though, because i want to have a really good understanding of their respective characters.