#loganrambles

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the director yells cut for your kiss scene with actor!gojo but he pretends he didn’t hear them— he just pulls you closer, holds you tighter, kisses you deeper

the director gives you both a few more seconds before yelling out the cue again, and this time satoru actually does pull away; with glossy, kiss-bitten lips and a lopsided grin to accentuate his expression. he hums in content, his eyes never leaving yours, hands still gripping onto your love handles hard enough for his fingers to leave indents in your skin

“oops, hehe. didn’t realize the scene ended,” he says, moving his thumbs in small circles over your waist before he’s letting you go entirely and taking a step back. his eyes rake over your form— the way your chest is still rapidly rising and falling with every labored breath, the small part in your lips as you stare back at him with a dumbfounded expression of your own

satoru can’t help himself then— he licks his lips slowly, tongue darting out to slide over his lower lip, getting another taste of you. he hums. “sweet.”

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actor!gojo dryhumps you under the sheets during the “fake” sex scenes you both film together… nobody on that set has any idea that your moans and his moans are, in fact, very real

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actor au with satoru where you’re the star of a drama in which your character has multiple love interests but the other actors don’t kiss you with the amount of intense passion that satoru kisses you with. he’s not even playing the main love interest but the way his hands move on your body anytime you both kiss on camera makes it seem like he should’ve been

the kisses look and feel way too real— how he moans into it, how his hands grab your waist and pull you ever closer, how he sucks your bottom lip in between his teeth and whines softly into your mouth when you both have to pull apart for air. for someone with his caliber, his talent; someone who is often typecast as the attractive lead everyone either wants to be or be with… no one’s ever seen him put on a more convincing performance— and that’s already a high bar that he, himself, set

(he’s an A-list actor, known for his professionalism once the cameras start rolling. he always nails his lines and the improv he adds when he sees fit, so he rarely ever has to reshoot scenes— but for some reason anytime you both have a kiss scene he’s always fumbling something that makes it so that you both have to start the scene all over again… he’s essentially pretending to forget his own lines so that he can keep shoving his tongue down your throat a little longer)

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gege confirmed satoru is stronger than sukuna i can finally BREATHE…..

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that extremely flirty and dangerously horny pre-relationship stage with satoru where every text you both send each other late at night is more risqué than the last…. you’re both practically on the verge of sexting and satoru’s been palming his hard on for at least 20 minutes now and you’re biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together while rereading the suggestive messages shared between you two but then the very next day you both hang out in person like you weren’t just getting off to each other’s texts less than 24 hours ago

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absolutely Do Not think about shoko going through the funeral proceedings for satoru.. knowing damn well he would’ve hated for any elders in the gojo clan to be involved instead. don’t think about shoko propping up a photo of him next to a wide arrangement of flowers set up around his coffin, wiping off the little specs of dust around the edges of the picture frame with a sad smile on her face. sitting near the back and scoffing to herself at the formality of the whole thing, knowing satoru would’ve been rolling his eyes at how seriously everyone was taking his own funeral

lingering near his gravesite long after everyone parted ways, admiring how the sunset reflects off the marble gravestone that read his eulogy. rolling an unlit cigarette between her fingers inside her pocket, debating lighting it. the image of satoru’s upturned nose flashes in her mind, then. a look of disgust on his face while he dramatically waves his hand around to disperse the smoke quicker. shoko laughs, softly— so lost in her own thoughts she doesn’t register the tears rolling down her face, nor the subtle breeze that seems to pass right as they reach the apples of her cheeks. almost as if satoru were standing in front of her, wiping her tears with a small smile, shaking his head at her for crying over him like this

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it always comes back around to this

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jjk 259 vs jjk 260