#PlayWithTheStars

[anaoyuo]

Play With The Stars || deleted scenes

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Gojo Satoru x f!reader

summary: Literally just Gojo and you being horny on your beach vacation

notes: Another scene from adg that I’ve found. Originally from chapter 17, I ended up cutting it out for multiple reasons. One, the word count was already crazy. Two, the argument here was kinda unnecessary. And three, I thought it was too much back-to-back smut, especially since I knew about the threesome with Geto coming up. Sooo, I rewrote the whole thing, made it more romantic and sweet to fit the atmosphere of the rest of the chapter, and this scene here never saw the light until now. Enjoy

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The cooling ocean breeze swept into the room through the large, open windows, brushing past the curtains that fluttered and danced like the buoyant waves of the sea that was so close by.

You shifted on the couch, the phone in your hand failing to keep you entertained for much longer. With a deep exhale, you leaned your head against Gojo's shoulder, who sat right next to you. He, too, seemed to be absorbed in his phone since he didn't react to your gesture at all. 

"Satoru."

"Yes, babe?"

"I'm bored. What are we gonna do today?"

"You."

Confused at his response, your brows knitted together as you blinked up at him. "Me?"

Gojo hummed. "I'm gonna do you," he said dryly, those beautiful cerulean eyes never once leaving the screen.

"Thought that much was clear already," you muttered, heaving another long sigh into the air.

"Great." Gojo's phone suddenly clattered onto the table as he flashed you a grin, his large palm finding its way to your thigh in record time. "So let's start with that."

He barely wasted a second before slipping his hand between your legs, but you were just as quick to intervene, seizing his arm and halting him. 

"Seriously?!"

Hearing the harsh tone in your voice wiped the smirk clean off his face. He braced himself for what was to come next.

"Why can't I ever have a decent conversation with you? It's so annoying."

While you continued to snap at him, he sat there like a scolded child and listened, his tongue poking his cheek as he patiently waited for you to finish.

Gojo really began to wonder if you were doing this on purpose, constantly stressing him out, always arguing and picking fights, all because you knew the makeup sex was worth it. And he fucking hated that he had to enjoy this drama. 

"Can you for once in your goddamn life think with your brain instead of your dick?"

"What the fuck is your problem? Can you explain to me why I am the asshole again?" Gojo retorted, his own voice rising now—the perfect opportunity for you to play the victim.

"I just don't want to spend any more time on this couch, please." You slumped your shoulders and lowered your head. "I thought you'd have plans. This is your house, after all. You know this place better than I do."

"Alright, fine. Let's go shopping later. The promenade's got some cool stores, good food, too. Can we both shut up and fuck now before we end up killing each other over this?"

You shot him a pointed glare, still not convinced. He understood that he needed a different tactic.

"Dearest goddess of beauty, please, might I humbly request to partake of the pleasure of making love to you, oh you most gorgeous and perfect female being?" he asked again as he reached out to stroke your face with exaggerated tenderness.

You wanted to keep pretending to be mad, but your laughter slipped out uncontrollably, as it always did around him. "Okay. Make love to me then, Satoru," you smiled. 

Gojo shared your smile before he tilted his head and captured your lips with his own. He kissed with hunger, and you reciprocated it with just as much, if not more intensity. 

Your hands were all over him, gripping his taut biceps, clinging to his broad shoulders, holding his neck, running through his fluffy hair, fingers tightening in the strands, tugging at them. He did the same, lost in worshipping your figure, squeezing at your waist, your hips, kneading your breasts. 

Gojo pressed you to himself, bringing you closer to sit you on his lap, your body pliant and willing under his guidance. 

Amidst the sighs and kisses in the room, your phone rang suddenly. You drew away a bit, glancing toward the source of the sound. "Someone's calling me."

He couldn't be more unfazed, really. Gojo's mouth was back on your skin in an instant, trailing along your jawline. "Ignore it," he whispered against you, his voice husky. "We're busy."

"What if it's important?" 

"I'm more important."

He did his best to distract you by sucking sweet bites on the sensitive spot under your ear, the one that always got you weak, but his effort was for nothing. 

"I need to answer this," you insisted and gently pushed yourself away from him to rise to your feet.

Gojo let out a dramatic groan. "Yes, go ahead. Just neglect me. It's not like I have feelings, too," he grumbled as he threw his head back on the couch. 

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics and unplugged your phone from the charger. The display was lit by Nobara's name, your thumb swiping to accept her call quickly.

"Hey," you greeted, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Hey, where have you been? You haven't shown up at the office for days." Nobara's concern was audible even through the static of the speaker.

"Oh, I'm fine." You walked back to the couch and settled down beside Gojo. "Just not in the city at the moment," you added. 

"Not in the city? What's going on? Are you sure everything's alright?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," you reassured, leaning back against the cushions. 

He watched and listened as you gave your colleague some bad excuses for your recent absence from the office. Though initially amused by hearing you stutter some words together, after a while, his interest waned. Gojo was bored again, and terribly so. 

That was when an idea sparked in his mind. 

"Nobara, it's nothing to worry about. I'll tell you everything when we see each other next week." As you spoke, you sensed Gojo's movements on the couch. Your eyes widened when you saw him pulling out his half-hard cock from his boxer briefs. 

With a stupid smirk and his brows raised high, Gojo gestured for you to jerk him off. The sheer audacity had you shocked and a little affronted, and it must have shown on your face because he snorted and broke into a fit of giggles next to you. 

"Oh, so you won't be back in time." Nobara sighed on the other end of the line.

"Back in time for what?" you asked, trying to redirect your focus to the call, even as he grabbed hold of your wrist. 

At this point, it seemed easier to just go along with what he wanted and appease him. So, you did just that, your fingers closing around its girth as you began to mindlessly stroke him. 

As the call continued, Nobara talked about a techno club she wanted to visit with you, where one of her friends would be playing their set. At the same time, Gojo started twirling the lengths of your hair, then he ran his hand through it. 

You should have known it from the moment he started touching you. It was all so obvious where this was headed; slowly and carefully, he guided you downward until his pink tip brushed against your lips, urging you to take action.  

You glared up at him, venom in your gaze—his absolute favorite expression on your face. 

"I had no idea you had a DJ friend," you replied to Nobara, deliberately ignoring Gojo. However, the constant taps of his cock on your cheek made it clear that he wanted your attention in one way or another.

"Oh, I met him a few years back when I was standing outside a club..."

While Nobara spoke, Gojo pushed your head further down, and you gave up on fighting him. It was a battle that you would have lost anyway. 

He had to stifle a groan, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as your warm mouth took him in, your tongue laving over his dick obsessively, as if it was your natural response to always do your best for him. 

"...if you want, I'll ask him if you can join us," she offered. 

You panicked. You hastily pulled back, trying to recall what Nobara had just said. "Uh, sure. Why not," you stammered out.

The second you finished, Gojo plunged his cock right back into your mouth. He bobbed your head up and down in a rhythm of his own making, testing your limits, pushing you to the edge of gagging multiple times before finally releasing you.

Your breath was shortened as you struggled to regain your composure, but Gojo was just getting started with the fun. He motioned for you to lie down. You shook your head vigorously. 

Oh, how he loved playing this game with you.

The way you fought back only to give in was one of the things that turned him on the most. It felt like a small victory every time he got his way with you. 

Gojo pushed you onto your back, and you offered no resistance. Why would you even?

He flipped your dress up, his eyes locking with yours as he teased your thighs with the tip of his tongue, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh near your throbbing core. That was when you tuned out Nobara completely. All your thoughts now dedicated to what Gojo was about to do to your pussy.

Gojo buried his face between your legs, mouth latching onto your cunt, licking at your clit over the fabric of your panties, and each flick sent electric shocks through your body. Your free hand instinctively gripped his hair, seeking something to anchor yourself to. He didn't stop, didn't seem bothered, so you tightened your hold on his white locks even further, holding on for dear life.

"...he works on Fridays, I think, so let's do next Saturday," Nobara suggested, pulling you back to the call. 

"Yeah," you breathed out, a borderline moan. "Next Saturday's fine."

Gojo smiled against you. He was certain your friend must have picked up on it by now, but if not, he would make sure she knew exactly what was happening. 

Pulling your wet panties to the side, Gojo slid two of his long fingers into you. Your eyes snapped open wide as you gasped, loud, way louder than you had anticipated.

"Is everything alright?" Nobara asked.

Gojo pushed you further; the wet noises increased, his tempo a brutal one, which had you shaking and writhing as you tried to twist away from him but failed as his strong arm held your thigh locked in place, forcing you to endure his sweet torture. 

"Nobara... someone's at the door... I need to go," you somehow managed to blurt out. 

"Okay—"

Without even waiting for her to finish her sentence, you abruptly ended the call and threw your phone aside to fully devote yourself to the pleasure, but that didn't last long as Gojo began to slow his pace. 

"You're so lame. You should've talked to her for a bit longer," he said, looking down at you in a way that almost felt mocking.  

"How about we switch roles the next time Suguru calls?" you shot back in your defense. 

He licked his lips, already finding himself drawn to the idea. "Sure. I might even Facetime him." Gojo then leaned down to steal a chaste kiss from your pretty lips. "Just don't complain when I accidentally switch the camera and film you giving me head, yeah?"

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They are my favorite toxic relationship. I can't wait to bring their dynamic back in fg

Full series: ao3

[tearwolfe]

send a warrior cat + number!

playwiththestars' 5 color palette challenge

[michaelfassbooty]

playwiththestars replied to your post“Colin O'Donoghue type of person.”

You should have seen it coming! It's why I put on my anon shades and sent it. :p I just had to when I saw the post.

I know I sooo should've xD

YES YES YOU WIN ALL THE AWARDS

[somereallygreathair]

♥

[anaoyuo]

Play With The Stars || deleted scenes

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Gojo Satoru x f!reader

notes: You’re looking at the first scene that didn’t make it into the story and got lost in my files. I wrote the draft at the beginning of adg, unsure where it would fit, but I thought I’d just use it later. Spoiler: it never happened. It was meant for the middle of the story. Unfortunately, we were busy with angst, so I wrapped it up quickly and tada here it is!

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The glass doors slid open and you were immediately hit by the terribly hot, muggy summer air. After spending the entire day in the nicely air-conditioned office, you hadn't even noticed how intense the heat had gotten outside.

The sudden growl of a motor snapped you and other nearby pedestrians out of your thoughts. There, parked at the curb, was a man who played with the loud engine of his motorcycle, spewing out the exhaust for no reason other than to show off. What an idiot. 

You rolled your eyes and were about to turn away, but as you looked closer, you quickly realized you knew that idiot. 

The man took off his helmet and ran a hand through his snowy white hair that lay a little damp and flat against his forehead.

Your brows furrowed in surprise as you approached him. "Satoru?"

"Hello, babes." Gojo grinned at you, wide and toothy. His cheeks dusted with a faint hint of pink, the heat having made them flush.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd drop by to sweeten your day," he replied, letting go of the handlebars to lean back. 

Your gaze drifted downward to the intimidating machine. It suited him well, a glossy black frame with a few blue details here and there, most likely customized. 

"I didn't know you could ride one of these," you said, nodding toward the bike.

Gojo let out a dramatic gasp. "How rude of you to think there's something I can't do."

You smiled, keeping your lips tight and eyes dull. "Oh, forgive my ignorance. I totally forgot how amazing you are."

"Exactly." He slid off his bike and unhooked the second helmet from his seat, holding it out to you. "Here. Put it on."

"I'll pass."

His entire expression plummeted faster than a rock in water.

Had he just been rejected? Him? The great Gojo Satoru?

He huffed, as if he was just beginning to really process your response. "Wait, what do you mean? You can't pass. I'm already here."

"I've never ridden a bike before, and this thing doesn't look like it's made for slow, friendly rides," you explained while casting a wary glance at the motorcycle.

"I can make it slow and friendly." 

You frowned, unconvinced. "Oh, really?"

"Well, if you're gonna beg for it, I might, yeah," he said, a smirk curving his lips upward. 

Without saying another word, you turned around and started striding away. 

"Where you going?" Gojo's voice trailed after you.

"Taking the bus," you called back over your shoulder.

"Aw, come on. I'll be careful!" 

As you walked, Gojo hurried to catch up, reaching out to grab your arm and halt you.

"I'm literally wearing a skirt, Satoru," you protested, trying to reason with him. A futile attempt, always useless. 

"Yeah, so? You have a nice ass, just arch your back and give the cars behind us something exciting to look at."

You sighed deeply, feeling the will to argue back drain out of you in a single breath.

"Seriously, babe, you're so boring sometimes. I'm here to offer you a fun ride, and what do you do? You choose the bus! The bus, of all things! Do you know how lame that is? Sitting there, waiting for it to lurch forward every few minutes. You might as well be watching paint dry!"

While you tried to tune him out, it was not working. You really, really hoped that if you just ignored him long enough, he would eventually tire himself out and shut up, but no. Gojo rambled on and on and on with no sign of stopping anytime soon. 

"...it's like, turning down free candy. Who even does that? Oh, wait, you do! And what about sorting your socks by color? Probably your idea of a crazy Friday night, huh? Or maybe alphabetizing your spice rack is more your idea of a good time. Am I right? Or using coasters—"

Your patience snapped as you cut in. 

"You will drive slow, Satoru."

Gojo stared at your finger that poked his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. "Fuck, you're so sexy when you give me commands," he groaned.  

"Satoru," you warned again. "You will drive slowly."

"Yes, ma'am." Gojo saluted in front of you. 

You straddled the bike behind him, pressing a little closer than necessary, chest flushed against his broad back.

After he revved the engine to life, Gojo leaned into you, his gloved hands finding their way to your naked thighs to tease you with some strokes and squeezes.

"Nervous, babe?"

"Yes."

Gojo grabbed your wrist, guiding your arm away from his waist to rest against his chest, right above where his heart pulsed, holding your hand there. 

"Don't worry. I promise you that after we get home, you'll want to ride my bike every single day."

You heaved a sigh that faded into a chuckle. "Definitely not."

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—In memory of the bastard I dated in 2020 Full series: ao3

[anaoyuo]

When making satoru's dialogue, do you use the weeknd lyrics as references? bc they look some much like them and if you do I blame you for giving me this version of satoru to think about it's in my head CONSTANTLY

Also when's next chapter coming out I'm dying to know 👀

Wc is at 2k words. An average chapter of mine is like 15k-19k... yeah you won’t be getting an update anytime soon I’m sorry.

This all me can offer for now

[anaoyuo]

1 year fg

[anaoyuo]

Ty for answering my last ask!

What would they do if a kid suddenly popped up though?😟

Refuse any DNA paternity tests, invite the kid and baby mama for a meetup, give them a handshake, a fat stack of cash and an NDA with a nice "have a good life," before sending them abroad so they never ever cross paths again

[anaoyuo]

every time i finish a chapter i feel broken i don’t how to put into words anymore. i could write an entire essay about this story like fr. much love for you and thank you for your hard work, thank you 🩷

and if you had the chance who would you pick satoru or suguru in FG? 🤭

Me? Irl me? Man, my answer's gonna disappoint 'cause honestly, I'd totally fuck both of them just for their credit cards. As soon as I knew they liked me, I'd take full advantage. I wouldn't even care, like yeah, do your criminal stuff, just keep me out of it. Give me a booty call and I'll be there, ready for anything, as long as they promise to take me out for some good food and show me the world or whatever

[anaoyuo]

Hii I love your play with the stars srs sm like the recent chapter of fg was so good I can't wait for you to finish the story I'm so interested and I NEED gojo to come back 🙇🏾‍♀️

After the next chapter, you will wish he had stayed in Jumeirah

[anaoyuo]

Here’s something for you, my tumblr people, before I disappear again

[anaoyuo]

ok, not in a psycho way but genuinely i had a dream you updated and i woke up and immediately checked twitter 😭. anyway, i've never done anything like this before (commenting on a story in any form), but i truly have not felt this way about i story i've read before. the way you write emotions so well needs to be studied. i feel the anxiety that y/n has, her anger, her joy, it genuinely is an experience to read. don’t even even get me started on the tension you build up, makes me want to punch the wall!!! i also really enjoy that all the characters are so human. no one is objectively good and i feel that’s what makes the story even more interesting and realistic in a way. it reminds a bit of the manga/anime nana if you’ve read/watched. ugh now my personal bias want suguru to “win” so bad. like how can you forgive satoru for perpetually treating you like shit because he needed to break up with you. not to say that suguru is some muse to kindness, but he’s better???? (i think he’s hotter). well anyway, i hope you enjoy life when you’re not writing the fics i use to escape college stress and know just how much of a good writer you are! ;)

I just sent you a virtual kiss on the cheek!!!

[anaoyuo]

WAIT has even Shoko slept with satosugu????

Damn they whores

If i were y/n i would be mad insecure because of their past or would just be unsure of whether i could actually have a future with them and if i don’t see myself then why would i? Still associate myself with them?

If y/n brought this up to them how would they react?

They’d just tell her to chill and explain how this is all normal for them. But tbh yn doesn’t need to stress about anythinggg. Ik it might not look like it rn, but both Gojo & Geto are actually wearing collars with her name on them.

And about the Shoko thing, that was like ten years ago when they were in their rebellious phase. Today she wouldn’t fuck them even if her life depended on it

[anaoyuo]

i've been devouring your stories for a while now (like end of 2022ish) and it's always been such a delight to read what you publish. the way you meticulously build the settings, characters' backgrounds and personalities often makes me feel like i read a movie.

+ incorporating songs by the weeknd in many chapters was all i needed to know that you're a real one. sometimes i try to figure out future chapters through his songs lol (mostly what to expect from gojo through kiss land- album). hope you're having a fun summer and resting ♡!!

Not resting. Not having a great summer. But I appreciate you thinking of me. 

This might be a bit of a spoiler, but I’m feeling funny today.

Kiss Land is all Gojo’s album. Adaptation and Tears In The Rain are his songs, and I’d love to include Love In The Sky too, though I’m still trying to figure out how. Oh, and Odd Look is so adg satosugu. I have many other songs for Gojo, and weirdly, they’re always the toxic ones. Wonder why!

[anaoyuo]

Aside from fwb and sleeping around, have satoru and suguru ever dated or had romantic feelings for someone (aside from each other if they do lol)

Did mei mei and gojo ever do it? 👀 they gave those vibes off tbh

Sure, they had a few little crushes here and there, but nothing too deep.

And yeah, Gojo and Mei Mei fucked, but that's like the norm in their friend group. They've all slept with each other at some point lmaoo

[anaoyuo]

i’m storywastoogoodihadtoleaveacomment (guest) on chapter 8 of fg and idk why ao3 didn’t notify me of the update in june, but i just finished reading it, just finished stalking ur tumblr, and just finished formulating an opinion again (🫡)

that sneak peak? 😭 why is this clinically insane MAN CHILD hot one minute and then cold the next? ☹️ bc wdym he was sending mc a shit ton of texts on an unknown number saying he misses her, etc, and then says her 🐱 was always ‘shared property’ 😭😭😭

i do, however, stand by what i commented back in april on chapter 8: he makes the story interesting, the drama follows him, and i’m hoping, praying, pleading for a gojo!endgame cuz i think i’m also mentally deranged and need to be locked up 😔

but, i also take into account that this is your story, your plot, your twist on the characters, and therefore the endgame is also up to you. i’ll eat it up anyway, you could write less than ten words as an epilogue without confirming what ever happened and i’d still be your biggest and most consistent cheerleader 🫡

that sneak peak is getting me SO hyped for the next chapter, and i say this not to rush you, but to lyk that i will wait years if it means that the quality of it is an 11/10 (as you love doing, if the other chapters are anything to go by, kudos to you babe) but released in your own time, than for it to be rushed and released now. so please, take your time, maybe even a short break if any of us are overwhelming you with our excitement. i will metaphorically smooch your forehead before you go to sleep every night and cheer for you when you’re at ease :)

(this turned out longer than i’d hoped, i’m so sorry, you don’t have to type out a reply if you don’t feel like it. you can just read it, silently acknowledge, and then my super spidey senses will tell me that you’ve gone through it 😋❤️).

You had me smiling and blushing in public like crazy. Thank you sm for your love. I don't say it often, but I really appreciate people like you.

Hope you can keep enjoying the upcoming chapters just as much! Sending lots of kisses your way! <333