#sugusato x reader

[iiconica]

mean!suguru & mean!satoru

pussy slaps + blind fold

“who tongue is it, babe?”

your body is sprawled out on the bed. your legs spread open leaving your sensitive pussy twitching. you were left raw and exposed. your poor pussy suffering endless teasing what felt like was going on for hours on end.

a wet slap lands on your pussy, your body jolt and earning a whine from you. “see how wet she is?” you could snickering from both suguru and satoru filling the room. “our filthy slut.”

“who was it baby, making you this wet, hm?” your hips bucked up as suguru thumb rubbing right circles on your clit.

“you— s-sugu?” you whimpered. you felt another slap against your squelching pussy.

“wrong again, sweet girl.” gojo fake pouts “aw. poor baby.” you still can’t see, but you can feel everything. both their eyes watching you clench around nothing.

“please. I need to cum so—so bad ah.” you begged hips bucking up after another slap landed on your cunt. “sugu . . . toru. please.”

“the slut asked so nicely.” suguru laughed, thick tongue licked between your slick folds, drool dripping down his chin taking in your sweet arousal. satoru leaving a trail of wet french kisses on your inner thigh. the tip of suguru tongue circling your sensitive clit, lips closed around your clit sucking on the sensitive nub letting out a hum.

satoru pries open your thighs wider, pinning it against the bed before delivering a glob of spit on your dripping hole, tongue thirsting in and out of your hole. you gasp, your back arched off the bed both your hands flying down to grip onto their hair. you can practically taste your orgasm coming.

“m’im gonna— ngh cum ahh. .w-wait!”

“nuh uh. c’mon cum for us, gorgeous.” satoru groans both their tongues licking your pussy simultaneously. both eating away at your sloppy pussy. tongues occasionally touching each other, mixed salivas dripping to your ass. “cum for us pretty girl.” suguru bit back a moan.

you gasp, legs trembling uncontrollably with tears running down your hot cheeks. until that cord in your belly snaps releasing a stream of squirt spills out of you. your chest heaved, letting out shallow breaths.

“good girl. . . but we aren’t done with you quite yet.”

[serikai]

౨ 私の 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ৎ : : satosugu x reader weeks apart. one late-night call. they miss you too much to keep their hands to themselves.

content warning | video sex. polyamory. mutual masturbation. dirty talk. missing each other. sexual desperation

you gripped on your phone for what feels like forever of that insistent ringing, and you drag a hand over your face, blinking hard against the glow as the call connects.

satoru’s face fills the screen first, his eyes looking tired as hell locking onto yours like a hungry animal the second they find you.

suguru is right there beside him, leaning in close so their shoulders press together, both of them crowding the frame until there’s nowhere left for you to look but at them.

“finally,” satoru rasps, “been waiting to see that pretty face of yours, baby. fuck, look at you.”

suguru’s stare is heavier, dragging slow over every visible inch of you. “you look like sleep’s been avoiding you.”

“same as you,” you murmur back.

satoru huffs a quiet laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “cursed spirits don’t give a single shit that we miss our girl. we’ve been busy. but you…” he tilts his head, that familiar smirk tugging at his mouth. “you miss us?”

“yes.”

“how much?”

you hesitate. suguru catches it immediately.

“show us,” he says, “don’t just tell us. show us how much. spread those thighs. let us see that cunt.”

you shift the phone, propping it up against the pillows so the camera can take in more of you.

satoru’s eyes darken the second the angle changes and he sees the soft lines of your body.

“fuck,” he mutters, voice dropping. “there you are.”

“take your clothes off. all of them. we want to see everything we’ve been missing. every inch of that body.”

you obey, shirt first, peeling it up and over your head so your bare chest is suddenly on display, soft tits rising and falling with each breath, nipples already tightening under their stares. then the rest, pants shoved down your hips, underwear dragged off until you’re completely bare for them, legs slightly parted, the soft folds of your cunt already visible between your thighs.

their silence is loud as satoru exhales hard, eyes roaming at the sight of your body. “look at you. been thinking about that body for weeks. every time i closed my eyes i saw you spread out for us, that wet little cunt waiting.”

suguru leans closer to the camera, gaze locked between your legs. “touch yourself for us baby, we want to watch our pretty girl.”

your hand slowly moves between your legs, both of them tracking your movements, eyes fixed as your fingers slide down over the soft mound, then part the slick folds of your pussy. the camera catches the shine of how your cunt is already glistening.

satoru cooed, “that’s it. just like that. pretend it’s our fingers spreading you open. or suguru’s.”

then suguru leans closer to the camera, words dropping “i’ve been thinking about the noises you make when one of us is buried inside your pussy”

satoru groans, “fuck, don’t say it like that. my cock’s already hard just looking at them.”

you hear the rustle of fabric on their end. satoru doesn’t bother hiding a thing, his hand disappears down, wrapping around the heavy length of his cock, stroking from root to tip while his eyes stay fixed on you.

the soft, slick sound of skin on skin fills the wet drag of his fist over the swollen head.

“look,” he tells suguru, “look how needy they already are, bet that pretty cunt is soaked.”

suguru’s gaze never leaves yours, his own hand moves out of frame, and then comes the quiet, wet drag of him touching himself, slow strokes along the thick shaft of his cock, the soft sound of precum making every pull slicker.

your breath stutters, satoru laughs under his breath, “i hope you know we’ll be stretching your cunt open the time we get home.”

“faster,” suguru orders. “we can see how close you already are. don’t hold back those sounds .”

you speed up. satoru matches your pace, fist working over the full length of his cock in time with your hand, thumb dragging over the sensitive head.

your hips jerk hard. “don’t come yet,” suguru says firmly, making you flinch “not until we say.”

you slow down trembling, thighs already shaking, satoru groans at the sight, stroking faster, fist tight around the flushed length of his cock.

“look at you. being so fucking good for us.”

the wet, filthy sounds on their end grow louder, both of them stroking hard, satoru’s voice cracks. “fuckkkk, i’m close..”

you don’t last, the orgasm hits hard a broken, wrecked sound tearing out of your mouth as your cunt clenches and pulses around your fingers, cum dripping down your hand, clit throbbing under your touch.

satoru follows with a low, punched out curse, head tipping back, fist still moving as thick ropes of cum spill over his knuckles and down the shaft.

suguru comes last, eyes locked on yours the entire time like he refuses to look away even as his cock throbs and spills across his fist, breath catching as pleasure rips through him.

for a long moment there’s only heavy breathing and the soft aftershocks.

then satoru laughs weakly, still catching his breath. “damn, that was filthy.”

“three more days. we’re coming home.” satoru leans closer to the camera, grin lazy and satisfied. “and when we do, we’re not letting you leave the bed for at least twenty-four hours. maybe longer, got it?”

suguru’s gaze stays on yours. “we missed you. more than we said out loud.”

“i missed you both,” you answer, still breathless.

satoru yawns, already half asleep. “stay on the call?”

[sugusoneandonly]

QUIXOTIC - one

what happens when your assigned to shadow your industry idol and ex-boyfriend’s current lover?

Fashion Designer ! Suguru Geto x Intern / Student ! Reader x Ex-Boyfriend ! Model ! Satoru Gojo

word count: 1.3K

NEXT UP: CHAPTER TWO

header border thing by @/saradika-graphics

art by: @/lacampanule on twt

rewrite of old work from like, 3 years ago. my writing disgusted me so bad I had to redo ts.

CW: no cheating. poly. fem!reader. miscommunication?. mention of breakups, potential depression and anxiety but not in this chapter. cw by chapter.

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If you had known that crossing paths with your biggest idol in fashion would come at the cost of also running into your oh-so-beloved ex-boyfriend once again, you would’ve discarded all such dreams that clouded your mind. Yet fate had other plans. Lo and behold, in front of you stood the most influential and renowned designer in the modern fashion industry, with said ex-boyfriend hanging off him like an expensive price tag.

Suguru Geto stood tall with pride, his feet planted firmly and extravagance as his spine. The man was a sight beyond words, with hair painted with the ink of the midnight sky pulled half up while the rest cascaded down his back. With an arm around the man’s shoulder stood Satoru Gojo, the infamous ex-boyfriend who haunted you to this day. Both men were dressed to the nines, a testament to their standing in the fashion industry.

You cursed as the creak of the door announced your entrance before you could, unpreparedness and panic coursing through your veins as you stood like a deer caught in headlights. Gojo, however, remained oblivious to the stress weighing on you. Instead, he lifted his eyes to meet your own, blinking back, then letting a small grin tickle his face.

“Y/N!” Satoru Gojo exclaimed your name as if you were, well, not his ex-girlfriend.

The man’s voice led Suguru’s eyes to follow his line of sight, as if entranced by a siren.

It’s not as if you and Satoru had the breakup of the century; it was quite peaceful, actually—well, the breaking up itself, at least. The aftermath on your side was a different story. Both of you were in your sophomore year of college when Gojo broke up with you in pursuit of a grander future, one that apparently wasn’t possible with you in the way. He did it, though. Satoru Gojo was one of the most famous models to exist in the industry, if not the most famous. You were proud—heartbroken, maybe, but still proud.

The two fit one another; they were meant for each other: a fashion designer and his muse, his model. You were just a means of getting there, you supposed.

It was your final year of college now, and as one of the top students in your class, you were given the opportunity to shadow a fashion designer from one of the top brands as a means of mentoring the next generation of designers. However, the pairings were randomized, and the last person you had expected to be your mentor was one of the greatest of your age—and the current lover of your ex—Suguru Geto. How so very romantic—enchanting, if you will.

His romantic status didn’t deter you, though. You had come across his works before he and Gojo had made their debut as a pair while going through various magazines for a project. You fell in love with his designs, going on the internet to study the man further. You found interviews, clips, and even his social media. His ethics and process were inspiring to you, and thus began your idolization of the man. It was only a few months later that the snowy man began making appearances on his page—initially as features for new collections, and eventually wiggling his way into Suguru’s occasional yet more personal and behind-the-scenes posts.

“Y/N?”

Suguru raised a brow at the mention of your name, no doubt familiar with the story that came with it. His lilac eyes pierced through you; a small hum and what you could only assume to be a shadow of wariness and discontent barely danced across his face before fading away. After a brief yet thorough inspection of you, the man leaned in closer to Satoru.

You took a breath, getting yourself together. You refused to let Satoru Gojo, of all people, be a hindrance to your career.

“Hello, yes, I’m Y/N L/N, the student assigned to shadow you for the next few months,” you started. “I look forward to working with you and hope to learn many things under your guidance.”

You let a steady smile grace your features, refusing to let these men intimidate you any further.

Suguru looked at you for a moment before giving you a small yet guarded smile.

“Y/N,” he tasted your name on his mouth. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s good to finally meet you. I hope I live up to your expectations. As you know, I’m Suguru Geto,” he finished his greeting with a tease.

“Good things, I hope,” you said while shaking his hand.

Satoru Gojo, you better not have made an enemy out of my mentor for me already.

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After a brief introduction with Geto, you sat on a leather couch next to a window that overlooked the bright city of Tokyo. Gojo stepped out to handle whatever modeling business demanded his attention. The silence grew heavier since then, now that the only chatterbox in the room had made his exit.

Despite his cold demeanor, you couldn’t help but admire the man before you. Without a doubt, he could become a model himself if he wanted to. As though he felt your gaze on him, the man turned around and locked his now-softened eyes with yours.

You blinked, caught red-handed. Surely he was used to people staring at him, right? You were just one of many.

He smiled, softly but surely. At that moment, it felt as if you would do anything the man asked—whether it was out of fear, admiration, or something else you weren’t sure of.

His studio was clean (more than yours, at least), yet it had the essence of his soul strewn throughout it. Silken fabrics adorned the windows, and deep fabrics were strewn across the island in his office; his desk held a stack of papers and an open portfolio. With piqued curiosity, your eyes focused on the portfolio in hopes of glimpsing Suguru’s latest works.

Before you could make out even an outline, Suguru softly closed the portfolio and cleared his throat. “I apologize for my…cold introduction earlier. I let my own biases get in the way and…well, it wasn’t very professional of me. I’m not usually so…easily swayed. You deserved a better welcome, and for that, I apologize.”

“It’s not every day you take in your lover’s ex-girlfriend,” he thought, but left it within the confines of his mind.

“Oh, now I’ve done it. I have Suguru Geto himself making apologies to me,” your brain muttered.

“Oh no, Mr. Geto! I completely understand; uhm, everyone has their moments like that. Truly, I don’t mind.” You hoped he would leave it at that; you had no intentions of letting your past stain the present.

As you refocused your gaze on him, the last thing you expected was an awkward grimace on his face. “Suguru is fine. ‘Mr. Geto’ makes me sound older than I am,” he huffed. “Assuming Satoru kept it within range, we shouldn’t be too far off in age anyway.” Geto winked as he adjusted some files on the table.

Suguru Geto had winked at you. Then, the words that left his mouth processed in your mind.

You let out a small gasp as heat tinged your cheeks before you let out a small laugh at the tease against your former lover. “Well, uhm, Suguru, I promise your Satoru kept it in range.” You decided to tease back. You didn’t expect Suguru to acknowledge your history with Satoru so freely, but if it was going to be an irrevocable force in your today, then you may as well have fun with it.

Suguru found himself smiling at your newfound ease, grateful you wouldn’t hold his initial frost against him.

With a grin, he pulled out a handful of new files.

“Now then, I suppose it’s time we get to work, yes?”

With that, your summer with Suguru—and Satoru—began.

© sugusoneandonly 2026

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a/n: I’ll be consistent from now on guys, trust. Next chapter otw soon hopefully. Pls.

[yourstru1y4ever]

Day 28 - Playing a Game Together

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Reader Word Count: 409 Content: FLUFF! Reader and Gojo are too competitive for their own good (poor Suguru), non-curse AU, no use of y/n Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist <- check out the other fics posted this month!

A/N: I originally was going to use this gif as inspo but uh I went in a different direction! Hope y'all are good at Rainbow Road~ - YoursTruly

Your eyes are focused on the screen as you, Satoru, and Suguru play Mario Kart Wii against each other. Satoru playing Funky Kong, Suguru as Waluigi and you decided to go for your favorite. You were squished in between the two, but you were laser focused on the game. It was the final lap of Coconut Mall and you were ahead a considerable amount, however. . . 

“Don’t you fucking dare-” you mutter as you see Funky Kong release a blue shell which crashes right down on your kart and you spin out, unable to move as Funky Kong and Waluigi drive right past you.

Once you’re able to start driving again you’re able to catch up to the boys, but once you past the finish line you could feel your anger bubbling out, “SATORU GOJO!!”

He gives you an incredulous look, “WHAT?!” You stand up and glare at him and Suguru brings a hand up to his face, wincing.

“Guys please. . .”

“He’s obviously cheating at Mario Kart!” You point and Satoru stands up, looming over you.

‘NUH-UH!!”

“Satoru.”

“I’m not cheating Sweetheart!! You’re just bad at the game!”

You gasp dramatically and jam a finger right into his chest, “How dare you insinuate that I'm bad at Mario Kart.”

“You literally just lost,” He sneers and you glare back.

“I was second place!!”

You hear Suguru sighing, “Actually third,”

“Not now Suguru.”

Satoru laughs and sits next to Suguru, “You’re never gonna win against us sweetheart, there’s nothing you can do about that.”

“I hate to admit this but he’s right,” Suguru says, a smile creeping its way onto his face which only makes you more upset.

“That’s it! We’re doing Rainbow Road! No complaints! Just try and beat me at my own game losers.” You huff, while moving through the select screen to select Rainbow Road.

“Fine, but if you lose to us both again on the one track you claim to be good at then we’ll just have to punish you,” Satoru looks over at Suguru with a playful glint in his eyes, “Wouldn’t you agree Sugu?”

He nods, “Yeah Sweetheart, are you sure you can handle losing again?”  

You look between the two of them and grin, “I can handle whatever you want to do. . .  It’ll be a shame you won’t be able to punish me since I’ll win.”

As you sit in between them, Satoru leans down and whispers in your ear, “We’ll see about that.”

[moxieisdumb]

smutty smut smut! mdni, please!!( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢 creds to @romiiarts for the idea!! mwa, mwa, ty!!

You decided to go to a bar with the other adults, Ijichi, Kento, Suguru, Satoru, Shoko, and Utahime. But you know you freaked up bringing your two boyfriends with you.. (•’ _ `•)

It’s a quite low table, only fitting your legs, or known as a tatami table. Shoko, Utahime, and Suguru are sitting on the right side, Satoru, Ijichi, and Kento on the left. You are in the middle, in between Suguru and Satoru, trying to stay stoic even though your flushed cheeks are illuminating.

You see, your boyfriends Suguru and Satoru can get very.. horny. Even during dinners or outings. Which, you dropped your drink earlier, and while you were cleaning it up with some paper towels, Shoko helping you but not in the direction of under the table, you saw Satoru rubbing his.. foot on Suguru’s boner.. •///•

That’s how you got here now, Suguru smiling as it falters a bit, the corner of his lip trembling as Satoru smirks, continuing. You bite your lip so you can shut up, not saying anything about it. You close your eyes, sighing. Shoko glances at you.

“You good, love?” Shoko asks, glancing at you. You nod , eye twitching in annoyances. “Mhm, just peachy!” You chirp out, smiling. Until you can’t handle it anymore..

“May I be excused?” You say, not waiting for a answer before grabbing Suguru and Satoru by the hair, dragging them out as the others tilt their head, confused, but not questioning it. You throw Satoru and Suguru into the males’ bathroom, and sigh, glaring at them.

“You both couldn’t just freaking wait?! What the heck, dude!” You scold, a vein popping from your forehead as they chuckle, smiling. “Oh, honey, we’re so scared!~” Satoru teases, and that’s when you post your, last. Freaking. Straw. (Sorry I don’t like cursing of you couldn’t tell TxT)

You throw term both in a stall, making them sit both on the toilet, before locking the stall door, pulling both of their pants down at the same time, before holding both of their penises together, stroking them at same dang time. You look up at them, narrowing ur yes as they pant, eyes wide, and Satoru takes off his blindfold, chuckling as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Fuck.. babe, y’know how to make us feel good, don’tcha?” Satoru says, bopping your nose as Suguru smiles, your nose scrunching. “I’ll freaking edge you, don’t mess with me.” You say, but they don’t take it seriously and laugh.

You scowl, glaring at them as you stroke them faster, spitting in both of their lengths as you stroke faster, but they’re already so close.. so pathetic.. they moan and kiss each other desperately to mute the sounds, but you just add another hand, now holding both of their lengths in separate hands before squeezing their tips, grinning as they gasp and shudder in the kiss.

“B-Baby, gonna cum!..” They both blurt out as their hips buck, but you smirk. “Already? That’s pathetic.” You coo out, kissing their slits, and right when they’re about to cum, you let go, which they whimper, bucking their hips in air.

“F-Fuck you..” Satoru murmurs, looking dazed as he stares down, frowning. You chuckle, standing up and dropping your pants. “You want to fuck me? Wanna get me dumb on your cocks?~” you tease, bending over , chest on the stall door as they gawk at your hole/s. Satoru and Suguru look at each other, grinning widely.

Satoru and Suguru put their lengths together, Satoru holding both in his one, big hand, before they both thrust in you, you gasping from the stretch. “N-ngh.. ‘T-Toru.. S-Sugu..~” You whimper out, your lip quivering as you close your eyes. But then you hear the bathroom door open..

Ijichi walks in, oblivious of what’s happening, but the second he hears a whimper, his heart falls out of his ass and he screams. Your eyes widen, and as a chain reaction, (and from Suguru’s and Satoru’s massive dicks), you scream, then Satoru, then Suguru.. before Ijichi runs out, and you groan, glancing behind you to look at them.

“Should we continue?” You pant out, glancing at them, which they nod. Guess you three will just be there ‘till the outings done..

Tagging @bluukive since you love reading my posts! :3

[alieinthemorning]

Pain, Pain Go Away [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Established Relationship, Polyamory, AFAB Reader, Menstrual Cycles, PMMD, No Curses AU, Self-Indulgent, POV Second Person, POV Alternating, Remix of a Previous Work, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Original: Old Pains, New Comforts

Header: @/nikki101pistar on Twitter

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries

Today, you found yourself waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, pulling yourself from your partners' embrace, scrambling around the room for two specific items, rushing into the cold bathroom, and quickly sitting on the toilet. 

You quietly groaned into your hands. 

Your underwear was soiled.

You really hoped you didn't bleed through to the sheets. You dreaded going back to check, not only because you were embarrassed, but because this was your first cycle since switching birth control while living with Satoru and Suguru.

However, despite your fears, you had to check the sheets. So, you quickly cleaned yourself and the soiled underwear (laying them on the side of the tub to dry), and took a deep breath before reentering the bedroom. 

The light was on, and the sheets were off. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Satoru was standing by the bed, scrolling through his phone, and Suguru was nowhere to be found (you assumed that he was in the laundry room).  

"Are you okay?" Satoru softly asked as he approached you.  "Do you need anything?"

You took a step back, shaking your head that was tilted toward the ground. You didn't see the way that Satoru visibly flinched, lips tugging downward.

You wanted to run back into the bathroom, but it was your mess to clean (or finish cleaning, in this case). You turned to the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of sheets (at least you didn't bleed through to the mattress).

Things were very awkward, even when Suguru returned (You pulled away from him when he tried to reach for you). You still weren't ready to breech the conversation just yet, so you grabbed your phone and charger and relocated to the living room.

Satoru furrowed his brows as he watched you leave. "...what was that about?"  

"First cycle on that new medication, and it's a bad one." Suguru sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "We're—and by we're, I mean you, are going to have to be very patience for these next few days."  

Satoru just blinked at him, then shrugged. "Well, it's a good thing I took off today, then."  

"I wouldn't have—" Suguru sighed again, this time more deeply. "You know what. You're just gonna have to learn." Then he pulled back the duvet, "Come to bed."  

"What about Honey?"

"Darling will come back, when Darling wants to come back."

Satoru pouted, looking between the bed and the door. He knew that Suguru was insanely good at reading people, and could trust his judgement, but he also was worried about you and hated going to sleep without at least making sure you were okay before going to bed himself.

"Satoru."

That tone wasn't up for debate, so he begrudgingly joined Suguru in bed. It took him a long time to finally fall to sleep, unfortunately.  

He hoped you were doing okay.

You weren’t okay. The first cycle blurred into a continuous cycle of hell. 

You hadn’t stopped bleeding in five months. 

At some point, the bleeding had become manageable, annoying, but you could deal with it. That should have been fine, but you were on your cycle, which meant your whole body was affected. Your mood plummeted, your appetite fluctuated, you were constantly bloated and just overall felt absolutely terrible. But honestly? You could also deal with that, you’d just have to make more apologizes to your boys. 

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was the blood clots. 

It started one random afternoon, pain shot through your cervix, causing you to jump up from the couch. You knew it was a blood clot, so shifting your gravity should have helped, but it didn’t. The clot didn’t pass, and the pain didn’t stop. 

You were in pain for hours, running back and forth from the bathroom and living room. You thought sitting on the toilet would help the clot pass, it didn’t, so then you tried walking around, which helped, but it still took too long. Not only that, but you also were cramping and needed the heating pad, but couldn’t find a time to use it. So all you could do is cry and bleed, then bleed some more. 

And one day, that’s how Suguru and Satoru found you. Lying on the couch, crying your eyes out. They tried to talk to you, but the pain was too much, you couldn’t hear them over the immense pain that was pounding through your body.  

Suguru stood, running a hand through his hair. “Satoru, we’re going to have to go to the ER—stay here, I’ll pack a bag.” 

Once he was gone, Satoru turned his attention back to you, placing a hand on your knee. "Honey, how are you doing?"

Your face soured at his question, and you only shook your head in response.

“Pain scale—five through ten?”

But you just shook your head again.

Satoru frowned. “Too much pain to think clearly…” The frown deepened when you nodded. “Do you think you can stand on your own?” 

You shook your head. “H-hurts…passing too many blood clots?”

“What?” Suguru’s raised voice announced his presence as he quickly returned to their side. “You’ve been passing blood clots this whole time?”

You nodded, shying away from him. 

“I’m sorry, Darling. I shouldn’t be raising my voice at a time like this.” He then turned to Satoru, passing him the bag he packed. “Pull the car out onto the street, I’ll do the lifting.” 

The ride to the ER was quick, and with two big scary dogs that you called your partners glaring at the reception, you were able to get a room quickly. 

The problems arose when the nurse practitioner came in. She came in as if she knew exactly what you were going through, and as if you were exaggerating the pain you were going through. 

Which…maybe you were, maybe they were right, and you just needed to give the shot 9 months to work—

“So, you’re telling me that bleeding for five months straight and passing blood clots for three months straight every day is fine?” Suguru spoke up, tilting his head at the nurse. “Are you really telling me that we’re here for no reason?”

You tuned out, closing your eyes. You just wanted to go home.

With Satoru hounding the hospital, what would have taken around 6 hours was cut in half. The only procedures, they had you do was blood work and an ultrasound. They sent you home with oral birth control (telling you to stop getting the shots), and something for the cramps. 

“These instructions are for bomb defusal, I swear.” You frowned at the package as you read the instructions again. 

Satoru, who was leaning on you, read them aloud. “Take five tablets by mouth daily for one day, then four tablets daily for one day, then three tablets daily for one day, then two tablets daily for one day, then one tablet daily.” He chuckled, “what the fuck?”

“I’m desperate, what ever gets this shit to stop. 

He stopped himself from sighing, he was going to have to take what he could get.

And it did, within a day of going back to oral birth control, you finally stopped bleeding. 

And once again, did Suguru and Satoru find you crying in the living room.

“Are you still in pain?!”

You shook your head, a wet laugh slipping pass your lips.

“For the first time, in a long time, I’m not in pain.” 

Finally, you were back in control of yourself. No more afternoon pains, no more snapping at the people who were just worried about you. 

"I'm just so happy" You gasped, a hand flying to your mouth as you looked between the two of them. “Oh! I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted these past few months.”  

Satoru sighed, dropping to his knees beside you. “You don’t need to apologize for that.” 

You shook your head, patting his head that had found its way into your lap. "It's really not. I should've tried to talk with the two of you at least a little."

“Maybe,” Suguru began, sitting next to you. “But you had a lot going on for a long time, and you’ve already been gaslit by doctors before. You were trying to be stronger than you needed to.” 

You chuckled, head falling onto his shoulder. "I'm stupidly stubborn when it comes to my period. Get used to it." You gave them both a pat. “Now that that’s all settled, go get cleaned up so we can cuddle—Suguru!” You shoved him away, “Your outside clothes toughed my inside ones, ugh!”

Hello, yes, this version sure seems a bit more pointed, huh?

It's as if someone has been on the Depo shot for five months and has been bleeding nonstop and only after being disrespected at the ER were they able to get some actual fucking help to stop fucking bleeding

ding ding ding

Oh, hey! It was me!

Yeah, I've been in hell lol

Let me know if there's anything specific I need to tag since I gotta a wee bit graphic I think

9/8/24 Edit: So I’m scheduled for a hysterectomy in November!

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[bananaapplewaffle]

Me, looking at the new Gojo Satoru widows: First time?

Y'all: Yeah, you?

Me, who was married to both Getou Suguru AND Gojo Satoru, chuckling: No, no not my first time.

Also me: AND IM STILL MARRIED TO THEM! EVERYBODY LIVES/NOBODY DIES AU BABEY!!

[alieinthemorning]

Old Pains, New Comforts [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Polyamory, AFAB Reader, Menstrual Cycles, PMMD, No Curses AU, Self-Indulgent, Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, Switching POVs, I Wrote This While In Pain, Crying

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Remix: Pain, Pain Go Away

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries

Today, you found yourself waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, pulling yourself from your partners' embrace, scrambling around the room for two specific items, and rushing into the cold bathroom.

Your underwear was soiled.

You quietly groaned into your hands. You really hoped you didn't bleed through to the sheets. You also really didn't want to go back in there and check, not only because you were embarrassed, but because this was your first cycle since living with Satoru and Suguru.

But you had to, so you quickly cleaned yourself up, cleaned the soiled panties (laying them on the side of the tub to dry) and took a deep breath before reentering the bedroom.

The light was on, and the sheets were off. Satoru was standing by the bed, scrolling through his phone, and Suguru was nowhere to be found (you assumed that he was in the laundry room).  

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Are you okay?" Satoru asked as he approached you, his voice was soft and slow. "Do you need anything?"

You took a step back, shaking your head that was tilted toward the ground. You didn't see the way that Satoru visibly flinched, lips tugging downward.

You wanted to run back into the bathroom, but it was your mess to clean (or finish cleaning, in this case). You turned to the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of sheets (at least you didn't bleed through to the mattress).

Things were very awkward, even when Suguru returned (pulled away from him when he tried to reach for you). You still weren't ready to breech the conversation just yet, so you grabbed your phone and charger and relocated to the living room.

Today, you found yourself waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, pulling yourself from your partners' embrace, scrambling around the room for two specific items, and rushing into the cold bathroom.

Your underwear was soiled.

You quietly groaned into your hands. You really hoped you didn't bleed through to the sheets. You also really didn't want to go back in there and check, not only because you were embarrassed, but because this was your first cycle since living with Satoru and Suguru.

But you had to, so you quickly cleaned yourself up, cleaned the soiled panties (laying them on the side of the tub to dry) and took a deep breath before reentering the bedroom.

The light was on, and the sheets were off. Satoru was standing by the bed, scrolling through his phone, and Suguru was nowhere to be found (you assumed that he was in the laundry room).  

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Are you okay?" Satoru asked as he approached you, his voice was soft and slow. "Do you need anything?"

You took a step back, shaking your head that was tilted toward the ground. You didn't see the way that Satoru visibly flinched, lips tugging downward.

You wanted to run back into the bathroom, but it was your mess to clean (or finish cleaning, in this case). You turned to the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of sheets (at least you didn't bleed through to the mattress).

Things were very awkward, even when Suguru returned (pulled away from him when he tried to reach for you). You still weren't ready to breech the conversation just yet, so you grabbed your phone and charger and relocated to the living room.

Satoru furrowed his brows as he watched you leave. "...what was that about?"

"First cycle, and it's a bad one." Suguru sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "We're—and by we're, I mean you, are going to have to be very patience for these next few days."

Satoru just blinked at him, then shrugged. "Well, it's a good thing I took off today, then."

"I wouldn't have—" Suguru sighed again, this time more deeply. "You know what. You're just gonna have to learn." Then he pulled the back the duvet, "Come to bed."

"What about, Honey?"

"Darling will come back, when Darling wants to come back."

Satoru pouted, looking between the bed and the door. He knew that Suguru was insanely good at reading people, and could trust his judgement, but he also was worried about you and hated going to sleep without at least making sure you were okay before going to bed himself.

"Satoru."

That tone wasn't up for debate, so he begrudgingly joined Suguru in bed. It took him a long time to finally fall to sleep, unfortunately.

He hoped you were doing okay.

You didn't end up coming back to bed that night. You only returned when he and Suguru were in the bathroom, slipping under the covers and turning away from the door.

Satoru frowned and glanced at Suguru, who shook his head, continuing to get ready. He followed suit, but wasn't happy about it.

Satoru decided to disregard Suguru's words once he left for work (and wasn't there to give him the disapproving side eye).

So, a few hours later, he woke you up. "Honey, how are you doing?"

Your face soured at his question, and you only shook your head in response.

"Still bad? Okay, what can I do?"

But you just shook your head again.

Satoru frowned. "...alright, well, just let me know if you need anything, okay?" You gave him a tiny nod.

He stopped himself from sighing, he was going to have to take what he could get.

Which was nothing, after retreating into the living room, you never once called for him. You didn't even leave the bedroom for food (or cuddles).

And then he realized that maybe the reason why you weren't asking for him was because you just weren't use to it. You had dealt with this kind of pain alone (even while you were dating), and you never had anyone to lean on, but now you had him and Suguru, and you should know that you can lean on them no matter what.

With that in mind, he stood, determined to help you.

However, you shut him down, time and time again. Until finally his pushing made you snap.

"Just leave me alone!"

And so he did. He kept himself busy (caught up on work, ew) while you did whatever it was you did while you were on your period.

And then Suguru was home. Satoru had spent his entire day doing noting, but fretting over you.

Maybe Suguru was right, maybe he should have just gone to work (haha, no, fuck that) and just left you to weather the storm like how you usually did.

The thought still left a sour taste in his mouth.

"So, how was it?"

"Really didn't want me around." Satoru sighed as he watched Suguru shrugged off his coat. "Which I get. Kinda figured it out later, that help isn't really something Honey is used to—but..." He sighed again.

"But you want to help, and being pushed away hurts." Suguru finished as he stopped in front of him, placing his hands on his hips. "You know you have to be patient, Satoru."

"I know, I just wish..."

"...I was stronger enough." His voice was soft, but you were able to hear him.

You had finally gotten yourself together (more like tired of being alone and in pain) and decided that you were finally ready to take the hand Satoru extended to you, but—

Hic—

Blue and brown eyes found you standing at the top of the stairs, on hand gripping the railing, the other scrubbing angrily against your face.

Suguru rushed forward, immediately asking you what was wrong, but as you opened your eyes to answer him, you noticed Satoru had stayed back. He was obviously torn between coming to you and staying back like you had asked earlier in the day.

Suguru placed a hand on your cheek. "It's okay, we're okay." You shook your head at his words. "I promise, it is—now go." He moved pass you, patting your back. "Kiss and make up."

You pouted, fiddling with your fingers, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay. I trust you, Sugar."

You slowly made your way down the stairs, keeping your eyes on the floor in front of you. Until a second pair of feet stepped into your line of sight.

You started by grabbing his hands that were balled up at his sides, letting him know that it was okay to touch you. Then you slowly lifted your watery gaze, met his own, and you crumbled.

"I'm so sorry!" You cried as you pulled him in close.

"It's okay—"

You shook your head, pulling back slightly. "It's really not. I should've tried to talk with you at least a little."

"Well, yeah, but this is something really new for you, and I shouldn't tried to push you. I should have waited for you to come to me."

You chuckled, "And I wouldn't have. I'm stupidly stubborn when it comes to my period." Then you placed a hand on his cheek. "So would you be a darling dear, and please get me some crackers and tea, so we can snuggle on the couch?"

He smiled, bright and wide. "I'd love to."

Can you tell that I'm currently on my period and in pain and honestly and can't really even think straight, but wanted to get this out for my baby's birthday? Oh and also because I really wanted to write a period fic that's a close reflection to my own periods (which tbh the PMMD tag is really for me and not the reader (yet lol).

Because that's totally not what happened, not at all, no, haha

Anyway, I'll come back to this at some point when I'm not being plagued with the period-brain smog.

Side Note: This isn't his actual birthday fic, that'll come out later.

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