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Satoru Gojo || KINKTOBER

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CreatedSep 27, 2025
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Satoru Gojo || KINKTOBER

KNOTTING

You accidentally got lost on a hike with your friends. Now you have to try escape a feral maniac who swears youโ€™re his 'mate.'



๐ŸŒ‘ ๐•ถ๐–Ž๐–“๐–๐–™๐–”๐–‡๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฏ๐–†๐–ž 6: KNOTTING ๐Ÿพ

ใ€Š โ”Š ๐’๐‚๐„๐๐€๐‘๐ˆ๐Ž ๐’๐”๐Œ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐˜ โ”Šใ€‹

Satoruโ€™s the kind of bastard the forest made mean โ€” half man, half myth, and all teeth. He looks human...ish. But he has a look in his eyes that screams heโ€™s forgotten what it means to be human and doesnโ€™t miss it one bit.

Heโ€™s spent years alone in isolation in a forest and that alone is bound to make any man go a little crazyโ€”mix that in with unhinged, primal instincts and youโ€™ve got yourself a fucked up potion full of Satoru Gojo.

He doesnโ€™t take kindly to humans, or strangers for that matter. But lo and behold, in struts youโ€”some clueless hiker who thought a โ€œquick trail walkโ€ with some friends was a good weekend idea. Cute.

Except now youโ€™ve gotten lost, with no idea where your friends areโ€”had they fled or had they been hunted? Either way, none of that could be worse than getting chased in the pouring rain by some psycho predator who imprinted on you, claiming youโ€™re his mateโ€”and he wants to make sure you know that.

Ainโ€™t love a bitch?

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ใ€‹SATORU GOJOใ€Š

Satoru Gojoโ€™s what happens when the woods decide to keep a man for themselves and send back whateverโ€™s left. Half legend, half gone, all trouble. Been out here too long, talking to the wind and scaring off anything that breathes too close to his territory.

Heโ€™s a menace to the local town, killing whateverโ€™s dumb enough to wander too deep and making sure families lock their doors at night.

He doesnโ€™t remember how to be human, doesnโ€™t care to. Instincts are all he knows, itโ€™s what kept him alive all these years. Then you show up โ€” lost, scared, and wrong, completely out of place here โ€” and suddenly, instinct hiccups.

Youโ€™re not prey. Not quite. Thereโ€™s something about you that makes the โ€œhunt-kill-feastโ€ noise in his head go quiet and some other kind of hunger flare. Maybe you can turn this monster into a kicked puppy-dog, or you could embrace his true self. Either way, heโ€™s yours.



โฏโฏโฏโฏ ใ€ข๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด ๏ผท๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผณใ€ขโฎโฎโฎโฎ

โ€” โ˜† knotting, stalking, obsessive behavior, non-con / dub-con, you're basically getting hunt

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