#ieiripiewrites

[ieiripie]

drabble: thinking abt halloween sex with shoko

content warning: f! reader x f! shoko, semi-clothed dry humping, mommy kink (reader calls shoko mommy), overstim (reader receiving), praise (reader receiving), soft dom shoko, everyone is a switch, shoko talking you through it, pleasure dom shoko, sex toys (butt plug + rabbit vibe), face sitting, costumes (r! dresses up as a bunny lol), lube, etc.

you’ve been with eaters before. girls, all kinds, who are eager to get their mouths on you and won’t let up until your face is smushed into a pillow damp from your drool. still, with the way shoko touches you, you wonder if they were ever really eaters. they probably were, but shoko just takes ‘munch’ to a different level.

it started with shoko on her back, completely bare aside from the lace panties she had on. grinding your naked pussy against the lace shielding her stiffened clit, shoko's larger hand gripped the fat of your ass, bouncing you down harder.

everything felt warm.

when she props herself up on one of her elbows and begins to suckle on your tits, you whine out, "ahh—sho, 's hurts."

she starts to nibble whilst thrusting up with a force unique to her, and continues to grind against you whilst popping her spit ridden lips off your sore breast, dark eyes meet yours.

"fuckkkkkk, course it does. look at—hah—you, all red," she pauses between moans, leaning down to peck at your puffy beasts.

"nipples all swollen, too. im just taking care of my baby, yeah?"

you nod. it's all you can do. you've been grinding against her for how long? hours now? you're painfully close, the build up finally catching up to you. but you can't finish. not until you've asked.

"i-i can't hold it. please, i need to cum."

she looks to you with glassy eyes, and in between gasps she moans out, "i got you, just let it out. let go for your mommy."

hands tangling in long brown hair, you whine as shoko starts to fist the fat of your ass cheeks.

with a particularly harsh squeeze, you're folding on top of her.

literally. suddenly leaning on top of her, shoko kisses your spit covered breasts and forces you to ride her through your first orgasm of the night.

when you come down, she doesn't stop. your clit is engorged, and flaming hot. it's never been more sensitive, and with each bounce against shoko's pussy your tits are slapping against your skin.

shoko is loud underneath you, with the two of you crying out and moaning in sync.

you slot your hips hard against hers, and kiss her whilst rolling her pointed nipples in between your fingers.

pushing through the sensitivity is worth it, because she's moaning into your mouth and wetting your thighs almost immediately.

shoko breaks the kiss to catch her breath, and you slow your hips to help her through the high.

after a minute of her labored breaths, she laughs out, "thank you sweet girl, you're so good to me."

now. you should tell her now.

leaning up, you sit on her sex. your breasts are cold having pulled away from hers, and your nipples pebble as you look down to your hands in shoko's lap. your neck somehow feels hotter, and your mouth closes after you try to speak.

eyebrows furrowing in concern, shoko props herself up once again to rub your knee soothingly.

"something wrong baby? was that too much?"

"no, no, no. that was great, you were perfect. s' just..."

your stomach flips when she raises a brow, still rubbing your knee she presses, "what, baby? you need to use your words. i'm no mind reader y'know."

flooded by guilt, you reveal your cards.

"i have a gift for you."

you peak up from your folded hands to see her brows relax.

smiling, she laughs out, "awe baby, how sweet. do you want to show me?"

you nod, and move your hands to either side of shoko's head to lift yourself off her—and to shoko's superise, the bed entirely.

you scurry off to your shared closet, and bend over to pick up a metal cookie container in the corner. you glance over your shoulder to meet shoko's gaze, and blush when you see her leaning on her side with her hand holding her head. worse, you see her making eye contact with your naked ass.

shyly, you quickly stand up and turn to face shoko.

looking from her to the cookie tin in your hands, you announce, "i need to get it ready in the bathroom."

"okay, baby. mommy will be waiting right here."

smiling, you run to the bathroom and open up your secret. you slide into the lingere with ease, blushing at your reflection. the lacey one piece covers just below your tits, and has intricate straps lacing around them. it's almost embarrassing—how they jut out—but shoko would love it. almost more than the fishnets stopping above your knees, and the garters connecting to your lace panties with slits cut out for your ass and pussy. you're wet thinking about shoko's reaction. how would she touch you? what would she say?

you keep those thoughts in mind while dipping your fingers into the tray and opening a bottle of lube, imaging the artificial wetness to be shoko's. you lean on your front against the bathroom sink and arch your back while prodding a singular finger into your ass. shoko hadn't fingered you tonight. you were still tight as ever. your nondominant hand snakes around to your clit, rubbing to ease the sting. thoughts of shoko in bed, maybe touching herself while waiting for you, eases the pain.

experimentally, you slide the finger out before launching it back in. you let out a wail. you introduce a second finger and scissor open your tight asshole, your other hand still rubbing tight circles on your clit. pausing momentarily, you grab the cotton tail and drench it in the same lube plugging your asshole. slowly, you push the silicone rabbit tail inside of you with little discomfort. with the rabbit ears headband to conclude your little surprise, you tip toe back to the bedroom with a remote in hand.

before knocking on the door, you hear a little buzz. you get hot thinking about shoko pleasing herself. then, before your hand meets the door, shoko calls out.

"ahh, fuck come on in baby."

so you do. shyly, you lock eyes with her and walk up to the bed. shoko is sprawled out on her back, your shared rabbit vibrator (how fitting) between her legs.

upon the sight of you, she let's out a long groan.

"see how much i missed you? and then you come back looking like a little bunny. are you trying to kill me?" shoko let's out a breathless laugh, in disbelief her shy baby could be so filthy all on her own.

you grin, a sudden wave of confidence washing over your form, "i could never, nobody fucks me like you."

sneakily putting the remote connected to your plug on top of your nightstand, you crawl in between shoko's legs and grip her hand holding the toy. the vibrations are low.

upon the realization, you smile.

"you didn't wanna finish without me?"

"can't, hnnnn, without you."

letting go of the vibrator, handing the power to you, shoko shakes her head breathlessly.

squeezing her thigh, you start to move the rabbit again. shoko's head thrashes to the side, and slick pools outside the toy. you thrust it into her harder, experimentally, and continue with her pleas.

"yes, bunny, yesyesyesyes—" her jaw goes slack when you up the toy's suckling on her clit.

her eyes widen, and suddenly, she's coming undone around the toy.

you cease the vibrations, and as she looks to you, you quietly reach over the nightstand and grab the remote you had secretly placed minutes earlier. in one motion, you turn so your ass is facing her head and command her, "turn it on."

you don't see it, but shoko freezes all together. the globes of your ass in her face, and a little white cotton tail nestled in between. shoko turns on what she assumes is a vibrating bug plug, and you falter.

"shiiiiiiiiiiit—wait ahh,"

before you can ask what she's doing, shoko is forcing you onto her face. the tip of her pointy nose meets your clit, and her tongue kitten licks along the wet of your velvety walls.

you thank god for the slits in your underwear.

grinding your weight on top of her face, you snake your hands to tweak with your hardening nipples.

the scene is filthly. you are both soaked in sweat, lube, and each other's wetness. your ass is slapping against shoko's face, and her moans are vibrating your pussy while the plug vibrates inside of your tighter hole. your nipples, still sore from riding shoko earlier, continue to clap against your torso. you moan out while squeezing them lightly, and continue when shoko starts to suckle on your pussy like she would a straw.

"fuck, mommy, moremoremore."

upon your pleas, shoko inserts her lengthy tongue inside of you. without thinking you pull away, suddenly overwhelmed by the heat of her tongue—but find you cannot move because her hands are wrapped around your upper thighs.

what you don't see is the small remote in shoko's fist. you can certainly feel it as shoko forces the vibrations in your puckered hole to increase, the vibrations becoming quicker and tighter.

you wail, and tears begin to stream down your cheek as shoko fucks her tongue into you at a pace matching the plugs vibrations.

every possible area on your body is being stimulated, and when shoko drops the remote to start her attack on your clit you come undone. without warning, your releasing into her mouth and spraying her cheeks in globs of milky white cum. shoko eats you through it, and does not let up as you plead.

"wait 'm so, fuck, sensitive."

through your tears you see shoko clenching her thighs. through your own stimulation, you lean over shakily and hold the rabbit vibrator back to her clit. flicking it onto the highest possible vibration, shoko finishes shortly after you with a pant

you let her lick you through it, and squirm on her face while she palms your ass. with a light tap, you climb off of and lie next to her.

the room is silent aside from your heavy yet synchronized breaths.

with her eyes closed, shoko whispers "give me 5 minutes because i'm not done."

authors note: hello... it has been a while. school has kept me rlly busy so this is my apology post for no updates + no participation in kinktober. thank you all for 48 followers. only 19 more until we hit 67 🥹✌️✌️ anyways yes I'm sorry please forgive me.

[ieiripie]

drabble: thinking about shoko cuddling her sleepy girlfriend

shoko is sprawled out on your shared couch, with her left arm tucked behind the small of her neck, resting on the arm of the couch. her arm has been numb for the past ten minutes, and the dull pounding intensifies with each passing moment. for a second, she considers shifting positions.

then she drops her head forward and fixes her gaze on your sleeping figure, and it takes no less than a second for her to abandon any and all ideas of movement. your cheek is smushed against her breast, and your arms are slinked around her torso. one of your legs is lying outside her own, while the other is thrown over hers. she slips her free hand onto your messy hair, smoothing it out affectionately.

taking in the sight of the drool sticking to your cheek, shoko feels embarrassingly giddy. the cuteness aggression gets intense, and she has to will herself not to squeeze the apples of your cheeks and shake you awake. she knows when you wake up, she'll be insatiable, biting on the fat of your triceps while steadying her gaze towards your blown-out pupils.

the thought makes her chest tighten. she tips her head back onto her arm (which she can no longer feel) and takes in a deep breath while closing her eyes. this lasts for five long seconds before she's firmly squeezing your sticky cheeks while muttering, "fuck the nap."

[ieiripie]

18+

drabble: nicu nurse reader and ob/gyn shoko hooking up in an on call room.

cw: semi-public, spanking, f! reader, oral (f! receiving), dry-humping, tribbing/scissoring lowk, shoko talking you through it, soft dom! shoko, overstim, face sitting, slight squirting, 69ing (lol), fingering, not proof read (soon tho trust 🙏)

“where are the mediums?” you mumble absentmindedly, scanning the small closet for the familiar orange box of gloves. you could deal with wearing a size large, but fuck if it wasn’t inconvenient. then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of orange on the bottom shelf. bingo. you drop to your knees and waste no time in tilting your head to the side, confirming it was your beloved medium glove box. determined, you lower your forearms onto the ground and reach a single arm out toward the back of the shelf where the box sits. you lean forward, arching your back as your fingers just graze the surface of the cardboard.

you pause when you hear a familiar beep, signaling someone swiped into the storage room. with the familiar creak of the door opening you internally sigh, and prepare to answer a question from one of the new nurses.

“lookin’ good baby.”

you turn your head around, still on all fours, to face shoko. you giggle, half out of relief and half at the smirk on her face. wiggling your ass, you tease, “liking the view?”

shoko gentlely shuts the door shut while approaching you. taking in her crooked grin and the way she raises her hand, you know what’s about to happen. you grin and whine in anticipation and arch further, exposing more of your ass. when she finally plants a harsh smack to your bottom you let out a moan, “fuck, sho’.”

she ignores you, lowering and planting her arms and legs outside of your own, effectively positioning her sex with your ass and her tits to your back. “hmmm, what are we trying to get here? ahh, gloves? protection is important. such a smart girl.”

shoko starts reaching for the box, and you almost thank her for the help. but when you see her lengthy arm halt while reaching for the box, you groan, “are you seriously not gonna help–ughhhh, fuck, are we d-doing this?”

having started to grind herself against your clothed ass, shoko snakes her arm (that was reaching for the, now forgotten, gloves) around your waist before dipping her hand into your pants.

briefly halting her movements to ask, “do you wanna do this?”, shoko grabs your chin and forces you to look at her.

“‘course i do. but what if someone comes innnn?” you whine as she starts tweaking your erect clit over your thin panties with your okay given.

leaning forward to hum in your ear shoko whispers, “meet me in the on call room, okay? head in now and i’ll meet you in a minute.”

your breathing is ragged and irregular, and you don’t have to look to know your panties are drenched. “fuck, okay.”

the two of you stand up (forgetting the gloves), and dust each other off. with a final smack to your ass, shoko kisses your cheek and kicks you out of the storage room, trying to ignore the heat pooling in her stomach.

you–on the other hand–glance to make sure there’s two nurses in the nicu as per hospital guidelines, and when you see suguru is there alongside a new nurse, you rush to the nearest on call room. sitting on the bed, you rub your thighs together, trying to get relieve some of the tension growing between your legs. you almost consider playing with yourself as the door cracks open. silently, shoko smiles while closing and locking the door behind her.

she eyes your figure with a hunger you don’t often see from her, and you feel yourself growing more impatient as her usually steady composure slips.

“i need to fuck you, god,” shoko says it lowly, while reaching her hands to the bottom of her scrub shirt and pulling it over her head. moaning at the sight of her in her bra, you mimic her and discard your top on the floor while laying back.

the bed squeaks as the tall brunette climbs onto it, crawling towards your figure. leaning over you, shoko leans in and swipes her tongue against your bottom lip, beckoning you to open your mouth. when you comply she lets you a low groan, her tongue meeting yours in tandem as she palms at your clothed breast. everything about the situation is wet. your soaked, and you’re sure shoko is too. still planting kisses on your jaw, shoko smiles knowingly when you lift your hips to grind against her. planting a kiss to your forehead, shoko shifts to sit herself down on your clothed pussy, and returns your grinding. you throw your head back against the pillow.

still rubbing clothed clits, shoko pants, “how you doing down there, sweet girl?”

you open your mouth to respond, and immediately falter when she slots one of her legs underneath your own to gain more friction.

“fuck, i need–haaah–panties off. i need you sho’.”

never having been the patient type, shoko sits up and grabs the waistband of your scrubs. “up”, you lift your hips as instructed while she pulls the navy bottoms down with your underwear, quickly doing the same with her own.

shoko leans over your figure and plants wet kisses along your jaw. “i want you face down and ass up, just like you were in that fucking closet.”

you pull back, catching your breath. “yeah, fuck, okay.” undoing the clips of your bra, you discard it and assume position. when you hear the bed creak and feel shokos mouth hot on your neck and her hands gripping your waist, you sink into her touch.

your whole body is hot, and you start to forget where your sweat ends and shoko’s sweat begins. she nibbles on the flesh of your neck and trails her way to your ass, licking at the sweat on your back.

“fuck, y-you’re gross.”

“you have no idea.” you don’t have to look to feel her coy smile into the fat of your ass, and you hate it makes you wetter.

you start sucking on your index and middle finger. partially to keep yourself quiet, and partially to act as lube. “oh, fuck that’s good.” you squeak, now pinching and rolling your nipples with your spit ridden fingers as shoko licks a single strip from your puffy clit to where you’re leaking slick.

the small of your back is bullied down as shoko’s palm deepens your arch, smacking your ass when you comply.

“ow, fuck was that for?”

“nothin’. jus’ turns me on”, she plants a firm kiss on your clit, “and judging by how we got into this situation, i’d say it turns you on too, yeah?”

“don’t get it twisted–” you interrupt yourself with a drawn out moan when she suctions her mouth to your clit, nibbling harshly.

“nevermind baby–fuck–like when you spank me. like everything you do. whatever you say.”

she giggled before resuming her suckling on your clit. as you arch further, shoko reaches her large palms to cover your ass cheeks and spread them wider, allowing her more access as she eats you whole.

cheek smushed on the wet pillow, all you can do is whimper and take it. with each swirl of her tongue against your bundle of nerves you bite the pillow underneath you, trying to preserve a sliver of dignity in this far too public act of horniness. as she thumbs at your weeping hole, you gasp.

“i need to cum, please, i need it so bad.” you’re begging, shoko or your overstimulated clit? you aren’t sure.

shoko breaks apart from your cunt, licking your cum off her puffy lips. “jus’ be patient baby. you’re gonna get there.”

shoko holds true to her promise, because in seconds she’s reattached her tongue to your drooling pussy while beginning to slide a long finger in alongside it.

you bite the pillow and fist the thin sheets. when she slides in another finger and presses down on that spongey spot you can never seem to find on your own, you’re hardly able to warn shoko, “i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming.”

“that’s it. there’s my messy girl.” attaching her mouth again, her tongue stays stuck to your pussy while you begin to thrash around the bed.

after 10 seconds she lets up, and you catch your breath. rolling onto your back, you finally get a good look at the woman who just had you cumming your brains out. mouth shining with your own cum, you could see the sticky mess she had made between her thighs.

“sho’ can i do you? i want you on top of me.”

her eyes soften, and she crawls up to kiss you. you taste your cum on her mouth and whine out while she parts from the kiss and does a 180, now facing your lower half, while scooting up until her cunt is hovering over your face.

“since you asked so nicely.”

shoko groans and slowly puts her weight on your face, making you moan out. she tastes like heaven, and when her fat ass grinds down on your face you think you might be in heaven.

“fuckkkk, yeah just like that. nobody eats it like you, huh baby?” shoko’s whines only fuel you, and you don’t bother giving more than a moan as a response. instead, you raise a single one of your hands up her torso to squeeze and grope at her chest, and she grinds down harder with each touch. your nose catching on her clit, so you focus on fucking her tight hole with your searing hot tongue.

you jolt when there’s a sudden pressure on your clit, trembling when you feel a kiss on it and two familar fingers entering you. when you part with her cunt to ask what she’s doing–shoko just grinds her pussy back on your nose while shushing you.

“just be a good girl and give me one more. i wanna cum with you, pretty.”

having already prepped you, shoko slides in a third finger and curls them just right. you moan around her clit with each firm thrust she makes against your g-spot. when she leans forward, rubbing her clit extra harshly on your nose while giving your own clit a firm lick, you lose it.

shoko, already having felt your cunt spasm, releases in sync with you, spraying her cum all over your chin. you lick her through it as she continues to gently finger you.

you muffle out, “sensitiveeee” and she slowly slides her fingers out of you before climbing off your face. still laid on your back, you’re panting as shoko checks her beeper and lays her head to your bare breast.

she looks up at your face. “how you feelin’? you took it like a champ.”

“my knees kinda hurt, but im good otherwise. you?”

“perfect.”

shoko swings her legs over the bed and you let out a low whistle watching her walk naked toward a cabinet and grabbing a sterile rag. rolling her eyes, shoko returns to bed and begins cleaning your thighs.

“so. i have news. do you want the good or bad news first?”

you narrow your eyes in confusion. “umm, the good i guess?”

she grins and kisses your forehead. “good news is, i love you so much.”

“what about the bad?” you give her a deadpan expression.

“we may or may not have an emergency c-section in 15 minutes.”

[ieiripie]

18+

drabble: pervy shoko and her crybaby gf

cw: dacryphilia, toy usage (vibrator), overstim, squirting, pervy shoko is a warning itself tbh

shoko loves you. so much. like any loving girlfriend, her eyes soften when you run into her arms with teary eyes. through sniffles and unsteady breaths, you explain you saw a dead cat in an alleyway on your walk home. shoko melts.

she tries to talk you down, reminding you that the stray is in a better place (she doesn’t believe this and doubts you do either) and such is the way of the world. despite her best efforts, she somehow manages to make you cry harder, with your quiet tears quickly morphing into small sobs. shoko takes it in: your smaller frame shaking in her hold, your pinkish tear stained cheeks, puffy red lips, and eyes glassed over.

she hates that it turns her on. she tucks your head into her chest to comfort you (conveniently, it also hides the massive grin spread across her face) and smoothes your hair while rubbing mindlessly shapes into the small of your back. you’re soooo wrecked and she hates herself for finding it hot. don’t get mad at her, though!!!! she feels so so guilty!!!!

she makes it up to you by pulling your face away from her chest, your blown eyes to meeting hers. her core aches as she rubs her slim hand back and forth above your knee. when she offers to help you forget all about what you saw, give you something else to cry about, you have a hard time passing up the offer. she’s always been like this: steady and anticipating each and every one of your needs.

it’s embarrassing sometimes, how well she cares for you. ruffling your hair and packing your lunches before dropping you off to work, you sometimes feel like a young girl relying on her mother or father. sure, you feel guilty about taking up so much of her time, but it’s only because you could never understand how she lives to take care of you. shoko thrives in your attention, and basks in the little ways you need her. even if it makes you shy, actually, especially if it makes you shy. because it really comes down to two questions: if she isn’t taking care of you, what kind of girlfriend would she be? who else would take care of her little crybaby?

that being said… shoko feels at peace, devouring the state of you. excessive tear streaks staining your cheeks, lips swollen larger than when you had just come home, and eyes glassed over just how she likes. when you start trying to shut your knees, shoko knows you’re close (she knows how sensitive her little crybaby is). the humming of the vibrator picks up as she turns the intensity up a couple notches, throwing you over the edge. you yelp when shoko holds your legs open and keeps the head of the wand still against your twitching clit, and you writhe around against the sheets, unable to close your legs and pull away from the pleasure she’s spoon feeding you. the way she loves and coddles you is just in her blood.

shoko coos when she sees the steady tears streaking down your cheeks as you finally release a stream of clear slick, squirting over the wand and her fingers. she’s so proud, and she tells you so while she rubs a damp cloth against your sex as you sip on some water. her stomach flips at the sight of you, happy to see her sweet baby content and tearing up from pleasure.

ugh she’s just such a sick perverted lover girllllll. she’s so obsessed with you.

[ieiripie]

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.

anyway, don't worry because there is plenty of nsfw shoko content coming. i've gotten a few reqs asking for bottom shoko, so i shall deliver!

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drabble: nicu nurse reader meeting ob/gyn shoko

“here you go! make sure to keep a close eye on bed 4, she’s been hard to feed.”

you sigh. “okay, thanks.”

glancing over the charts handed off to you, you make your way to the cafeteria to prep before your shift starts. holding the thick binders between your armpit and torso, you dig your free hand in your back pocket to find some loose change for the vending machine.

“for fucks sake”.

nothing. empty. not a penny in the front or back pockets of your itchy blue scrubs.

you sink to the ground in utter desperation. how were you going to raw dog a 12 hour shift? the graveyard shift, no less? you pause, considering the chance of someone forgetting to collect their change after getting a drink. still hovering on the ground, you reach your arm in as far as possible, searching for any loose change.

“since when have you worked nights?”

head whipping up, you you notice the figure walking toward the vending machine your crouched in front of. she’s all legs and musky perfume, chest curving noticeably even in baggy scrubs and a lengthy white coat.

“huh?”

she slips in a dollar, and brushes just past you while reaching for the can of coffee that had just tumbled out of the machine. the doctor lets out a deep breath, “i havent seen you since i introduced myself to your floor. i thought you only worked days, no?”

you scrunch your nose in confusion. then it dawns on you, suddenly remembering the beautiful OB you met four shifts ago. “ohhh, you’re the new OB? yeah, i usually do days but i switched as a favor for a friend”.

“yeah, that’s me”, she smiled and pauses, “you’re a real sweetheart for switching. takes a certain kinda person to work from 8:00pm to 8:00am.”

you rise from your crouching position, awkwardly receding your hand from the change slot, and lean against the wall housing the vending machine. drowning in a sea of embarrassment, you mumble in response, “yeah, i guess so. it’s only for my next two shifts, so im not doing him a crazy favor or anything”.

“so humble. you really are a sweetheart, huh?” she chuckles before continuing, “what were you looking to grab before the floor ate you up? this coffee isn’t really cutting it for me.”

heat rises from your chest to the tips of your ears at the praise.

“umm, i usually go for a coke if im low on energy. otherwise i’m always sticking to the canned grape juice”.

she quirks an eyebrow.

“hey. don’t knock it ‘till you try it”, you defend.

“I’ll have to give it a go then. so, new hours, you must be pretty low energy now, right?”

tilting your head back you groan, “oh god, you have no idea. wait, do i look tired? shit.”

you scramble to take out your phone and start checking your dark circles over in the camera before your interrupted by two loud thuds.

“you look perfect.”

the compliment itself has you biting back a smile, but the way in which she says it has you smiling anyway. it was natural and easy. walking up to you, two cokes in either hand, the words spilling out like it’s already been decided. you looked perfect, and that was that.

nevertheless, you brush off the compliment with a laugh, “it’s okay you don’t have to say that.” you don’t need to spend the next 12 hours flushing over a doctor who’s just being overly friendly.

squeezing the cold coke can she had placed in your palm, you frown, “and i can’t let you buy me a drink. do you have venmo or something? i don’t have cash on me now, so if you’re okay waiting i can bring in cash on friday or-”

“i dont have to say or do anything.” she pauses, looking at you (or through you, you aren’t sure), before continuing “so i won’t have you paying me back, okay?”

you let out a small smile and look at the floor, “okay.”

she cracks open her coke and tosses her coffee in a nearby trashcan, “good.”

you slide down the wall and sit criss cross apple sauce, cracking open your coke and the charts you had long forgotten about. every few minutes you zone out and focus on the breathing of… shit you don’t even ask her name, did you?

you look up at her, “y’know… i don’t think i got your name.”

looking down at your sitting figure, she gives a warm smile. the type you might give to a stray cat that lets you pspspspspsp your way into their personal space to stroke their matted fur. it felt like sun on your skin, leaving your warm and a tinge red.

“shoko”.

“it’s nice to meet you shoko.”

a few moments pass and her eyes, dark and dilated, are locked on you. you begin to introduce yourself, realizing she might be waiting for your name, before she cuts you off.

“i already know your name, silly. and you work days in the nicu, right?”

eyes wide, you slowly nod as guilt rings in your stomach. you hadn’t even made it to her introduction, and she knew you by name?

she notices. “aww, don’t feel bad. i saw you joking around with suguru when i came to say hi before he started his shift last week. he’s mentioned you before. it was just putting a face to the name.”

she knew suguru? more importantly, what did traitor say about you? and where did he get off not mentioning a word about his beautiful (hopefully gay) doctor, friend?

“i don’t think i wanna know what he’s said. all great things, I’m sure.”

“trust me, i wouldn’t have bought you a drink if-“

beep beep beep

mid-sentence shoko’s beeper goes off, and she checks it with a throaty groan. you (poorly) ignore the way her chest bounces with each noise she makes before she speaks.

“we’ll pick this up later, okay?”

your chest pounds at the idea of “later.” you respond with a little nod. “okay.”

with a small smile she turns on her heels, coke can in hand as she jogs to the operating room. you wonder if she’s performing a surgery and decide you’ll ask a labor and delivery nurse a bit later.

you were definitely going to ask suguru to switch to nights.

authors note: this could lowk be a series but idk. also thank you for the love on my last post!! so many people reblogged!! i was so happy ☹️🩷🩷

also I edited this a bunch so ignore that its completely diff

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"destroy everything," eliminating oppressive structures in the zenin clan

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.

so, in allowing her mother to kill naoya, maki truly did "destroy everything." she destroyed the power hiearchy and patriarchy in the zenin clan, all the while acting with a pity that is foreign to the zenins. maki perfectly honored mai's wish.

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currently working on a fic about comforting shoko after geto's defection <3 stay tuned, everyone...