#k.n.

[alittlefurtheroutoftheway]

Bursa'da Down Sendromlu Öğrencinin Ağzının Bantlanması Olayı Tepki Çekti

Bursa’da Down Sendromlu Öğrencinin Yaşadığı Olay Sosyal Medyada Tepki Topladı Bursa’da özel eğitim veren bir okulda, down sendromlu K.N. (18) isimli öğrencinin ağzının koli bandı ile kapatıldığı anların fotoğrafı sosyal medya platformlarında yayımlandı. Bu durum, birçok sosyal medya kullanıcısının tepkisini çekti. Olayın ciddiyeti üzerine Bursa İl Milli Eğitim Müdürlüğü, konuyla ilgili bir…

[zeorigir]

more eddie warmup sketches :>

glad to see ppl seem to like the previous one, so have some more

[haveyoureadthistransbook]

A Memory of Blood and Magica by K.N. Brindle

goodreads | storygraph

Arin’s future was foretold at birth: They would be neither girl nor boy, and a witch besides.

When the prejudices of powerful neighbors intrude on the idyll of their isolated Freelander childhood, Arin’s magic is awakened and their life spirals into violence and tragedy.

Taken captive and sold into household service, instead of toil and indignity Arin discovers a new family and a place of safety and healing. But even as they settle into a kind of peace, violence finds them again and their power intercedes once more.

Then an unexpected ally sets them on a new path, leading Arin to a true place of refuge—and an unsettling understanding: Their magical abilities are rooted in the very pain and trauma that has overturned their world. When Arin unexpectedly comes face-to-face with the author of that trauma, can they find a balance in themself between healing and vengeance? Or will the demons of their past bring all that they love to ruin?

The paths of memory are sown with the seeds of both pain and strength. The future can be shaped by either.

Mod opinion: I haven't read this story yet, but it sounds interesting! I like fantasy stories that explore trauma in magic systems.

[ashenworth]

nobody tell my wife I'm making a bracelet for her with nanami colours. my wife if you see this no you didnt

[townpostin]

Rotary Club Jamshedpur East Kicks Off New Year With Blood Drive

50 Units Collected At MGM Hospital, Club Also Sponsors Meal At Old Age Home Event highlights Rotary’s commitment to community service and healthcare support. JAMSHEDPUR – The Rotary Club of Jamshedpur East inaugurated the New Rotary Year with a blood donation camp at MGM Hospital Blood Bank, collecting 50 units of blood. Dr. (Prof) K.N. Singh, Principal of MGM Medical College, attended as Chief…

[beck-a-leck]

Random book rec, but i am immensely enjoying this book and I think a significant portion of tumblr would also enjoy the hell out of it too!

I don't want to say too much because spoilers. But it's so much fun! It's got enough suspense to keep the mystery moving forward without getting bogged down chasing too many dead ends. The world and character building are just a blast. And there are little flying death horses that are just stinking adorable!

Got it as a birthday gift from my parents, i guess they met the author at an event somewhere, and thought this book was right up my alley. And they were right! I'm definitely gonna be looking into more of her work!

[aquasoftware]

𖦹 “WHAT ROUND Y’ALL ON?” ⌕

FT | S.G, S.G, K.N, C.K, T.F, S.R.

Desc | Being left on delivered, or seen? Unacceptable behavior. ➜ So naturally you assume the worst… (about someone who isn’t even yours yet.)

Cw | fluff-ish/more so suggestive + pre rls. | ML | Other smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami + ianrkives.

REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!!! thank u

[the-bi-library]

As bisexual visibility month approaches us, I wanted to highlight a few bi books we don't see people talking about much and give people some recs for bi books to read!

Books listed:

Fall Into You by Georgina Kiersten

Splinter by Jasper Hyde

Spring on the Peninsula by Ery Shin

When Tara Met Farah by Tara Pammi

Forever Is Now by Mariama J. Lockington

More to Love by Georgina Kiersten

When the Stars Alight by Camilla Andrew

Lulu Sinagtala and the City of Noble Warriors by Gail D. Villanueva

No Two Ways by Chi Yu

Exposing Lesser Demons by K.N. Robertson

Wolfpack by Rem Wigmore

A Dance of Water and Air by Antonia Aquilante

Hugged by Verity Ritchie

Where Willows Weep by Luna Fiore

Fake it by Lily Seabrooke

Small Gods of Calamity by Sam Kyung Yoo

Beyond Repair by Catherine Stein

Baptism of Fire by Jessie Thomas

Poisoned Primrose by Dahlia Donovan

Birthright by M.A. Vice

A Masc for Purim by Roz Alexander

Your Driver is Waiting by Priya Guns

Errant by L.K. Fleet

Loser of the Year by Carrie Byrd

Fortune Favors the Dead by Stephen Spotswood

Monstersona by Chloe Spencer

Scoring a Spouse by Liz Lincoln

Tengoku by Rae D. Magdon

Leaving's Not the Only Way to Go by Kay Acker

Speech and Debacles by Heather DiAngelis

Things I'll Never Say by Cassandra Newbould

Chameleon Moon by RoAnna Sylver

Allure by CEON

To Beg or Not to Beg by Cat Giraldo

Shadows Dark and Deadly by Andrea Marie Johnson

Ride with Me by Jenna Jarvis

Dearly Departed by Heather Novak

Swift and Sudden Exit by Nico Vincenty

Wishing on Winter by Brenna Bailey

Crystrals and Contracts by A. A. Fairview

Tomb of Heart and Shadow by Cara N. Delaney

False Hearts and Broken Frets by Elle Bennett

The Blood Born Dragon by J. C. Rycroft

An Act of Devotion by A. M. Leibowitz

Biting down by Torrance Sené

[yxxdel]

K.N “Understood?”

kento nanami is the softest when it comes to sex, prioritizing your pleasure over his. well, not always. sometimes, sometimes, he just love to tease you. to edge you until you’re a crying mess under him.

his tongue has been licking your sweet cunt for a moment now, yet you haven’t cum once.

his huge palms keep your legs spread open for him as he suck on your clit, his eyes never leaving your face. he’ll never miss your fucked-up face for anything in this world.

and you’re crying, whining and moaning. asking him to let you come, to free this knot in your lower abdomen. because every time you’re about to come, he’s simply pulling his face away while licking your juice on his lips.

“No, no, sweetheart.”

his rough voice whispers, his thumbs caressing your skin.

“Remember, you mustn’t come until I say so.”

hot tears run down your cheeks from the overstimulation, and you can simply nod and gasp the moment he’s sucking on your clit again.

“Understood ?”

© yxxdel 2024 — all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or redistribute my work without permission.

[uwu-bxtch]

||LINGERING|| k.n.

summary :: after the heated late night meeting with you, nanami can’t help but give into his lingering desires. part one

content :: film noir au, detective! nanami, nanami kento x reader, smut, male masturbation, fem reader, taboo(ish?) relations

a/n :: guys im sorry, i swear i didn’t forget !! here’s a mini part two for yall while i work on some things. i have a lot of stuff in drafts so please bare with me 🫶🏾

when nanami made it home he made a beeline to the master bedroom upstairs. the day left him so tense and the encounter he had with you wound him up even more. he closed his eyes as he rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relieve some tension, letting out a low groan.

he opens into his closet, pulling out some new briefs and a pair of sweats before walking out and towards the bathroom, tossing the clothes on his bed on the way. he turns the water of his shower on before he strips his clothes. once the water warms up enough, he gets in.

nanami lets the hot water hit his back as he leans against the tiled wall. the previous events playing in his head, making his dick twitch. the way your tits sat perfectly in the red set you wore was heavenly. the plushness of your ass fit perfectly in his much larger hands.

the steam and the lewd memories made his face grow hotter. he slowly reached his hand down to his cock, gripping it tightly. his tip was an angry red, weeping and begging for release. he swiped his thumb over the slit before slowly moving his wrist up and down.

“f-fuck.” he groans, a shiver running down his spine. he screwed his eyes shut as he continued to think about you.

the way your hands gently stroked his dick would’ve made him putty if he wasn’t on duty. he quickened his pace, grip tightening as he remembered his hands rubbing on your curves.

the softness of your lips was a memory permanently tattooed in his brain, and he could only imagine what his name would sound like coming from your lips as he has you quivering. helpless and desperate underneath him.

the knot in his stomach tightens, causing him to buck his hips into his hand. the steam and his approaching orgasm is causing him to become lightheaded, but all reason is out of the window as he desperately tries to chase his high.

he pauses briefly just to stroke his thumb up and down on the upper side of his shaft, delaying his orgasm just a bit.

“shit, hah,” he whispers to himself before he just resorts to fucking into his hand. he tightens his fist as he furiously thrusts into it, the muscles in the arm he was using as support on the wall start twitching.

he thrusted a couple more times before throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head once he came. white hot spurts decorated his hand as he heaved and caught his breath. after a bit of recollecting himself, he turned toward the water and started to clean himself.

once he’s all dried off and dressed, he throws himself onto the bed. he slowly drifts off to sleep before remembering something. he has to see you tomorrow.

“fuck.”

MASTERLIST

[zeorigir]

ex Murkoff therapist gone brainrot

[cosycafune]

JJK MASTERLIST: NSFW.

𖥔T.F࣪ ꗃ⋆࣪

i) nightly aftercare; toji fushiguro.

ii)the collapse of intimacy; toji fushiguro.

iii) pretty princess; toji fushiguro.

vi) can’t you handle me, baby? toji fushiguro.

v) let me breed you princess!

𖥔C.K ࣪ ꗃ⋆࣪:

i) the first, whispering snow; choso kamo.

ii) choso’s guilty pleasure; choso kamo.

iii) panty stealer.

𖥔S.G ࣪ ꗃ⋆࣪:

i) I want a baby; satoru gojo.

ii) rich boy’s playhouse; satoru gojo.

iii) don’t get caught, love; satoru gojo.

iv) I’ll get you pregnant! satoru gojo.

v) late night booty calls.

vi) jealousy’ll get you pregnant.

vii) stay still, baby!

viii) pussy’s confession

K.N

i) mating press; kento nanami.

ii) suck until you can’t anymore.

R.S

i) disobedient concubine

ii) obedience

iii) engraved virgin.

JJK MEN:

scream until he breaks you

art by sakimenz on patreon. updated: 14th August, 2024.

[novulen]

⋆ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 — K.N.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : you ‘successfully’ manage to keep your husband from going to work.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : smut (mdni!!) nsfw, creampie, mean!nanami, multiple orgasms, mentions passing out, reader lowk has attachment issues but same , and a brief mention of ‘staying in ur place’ but u can’t blame me😞. (also kinda proofread but not)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : ~1.3k

Looking back at it now, you’ve never been good at letting people go. You could even state that the idea seemed nearly foreign in a strange way–it felt wrong not to desire people or their presence. 

However, that realization didn’t come to you until you were in highschool, a freshman, still craving your middle school friendships. You yearned, day in and day out, reminiscing on the past and, in turn, sullying the present. 

And, it was only fair for not only your mind to be attached to a person, but your body also. Want tethered you to friends, lovers and family. 

Perhaps it was your attachment issues, or the lack of friends you'd had growing up, but it had managed to stick with you until now. 

The fear and burden of losing your lover plagued your mind even as you slept, and accordingly, your limbs wrapped around his torso protectively. Nanami could have protested, removed your body atop of his effortlessly, tossed you to the side even, but he didn't. It brought a certain softness to his heart seeing the extent of your love go beyond consciousness itself. 

Although, as much as he wanted–desperately so–to stay in your arms until noon, time was running thin. He had work in about an hour, and he had to be on the road by 40. 

“Sweetheart?” Nanami whispered, hands smoothly running up and down the expanse of your back as a means to wake you. Deep inside he didn’t want you to wake up; at least then he’d have an excuse not to go to work. 

But as if reading his mind and deciding to do the opposite of what he really desired, you awoke with a small whine, and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. 

From that position Nanami was essentially face first with you, which allowed him to see you clearly, his chest swelling passionately at the small pout that took place on your lips. 

“Ken..stay,” you had mumbled in a sleepy grumble, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. By now you both were a jumble of interlocked limbs, yet that didn’t stop you from attempting to mesh further into him–that earned you a chuckle. 

“‘M not joking, Kento. Want you to stay,” you were hoping that had got to him, knowing Nanami, he would give into your desires without so much as a second thought, though today was different. He had a meeting he needed to attend, which proved persuading him to be difficult. 

“Today’s an important day, darling. I can’t stay,” he sighed, journeying his hands up to your waist and apologetically squeezing the flesh there before he began to lift your form off him, but you retaliated and only hugged him tighter. 

“Please,” You mouthed to him, repositioning your head from his shoulder simply to gaze into his eyes pleadingly. It tugged at his heartstrings, the exhausted, begging look you gave him, although he couldn’t give in just yet. 

He wanted to understand why he should stay, although he knew why you wanted him to stay. 

You were emotionally and sexually neglected–he personally could confirm that. And he fully blamed himself for leaving such a beautiful woman in bed all by herself until afternoon, all for a job he despised, but today was simply not the day. 

He had to get to this meeting. 

Nanami was just about to protest when you began grinding on him, which effectively caught him off guard. “W-what’re you doing?” He practically rasped out, jaw clenching as he tried to resist the effect that your ministrations had on him–but he failed. Horribly so.

You whimpered at the friction rubbing against him provided, and took in a breath. “I-If you don’t wanna stay, i’ll make you.” 

Looking back at that now, you should’ve known better–known your place. 

Because, with the way Nanami’s pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, you're positive you’ll be sore days after. 

“K-ken,” you moan, almost too loud for comfort. “‘M sorry–please–” 

A particularly sharp thrust cuts off your choked-up sentence.

“Sorry?” Nanami practically laughs at the sorry excuse of an apology. How could he possibly  forgive you after you pulled off something like that? Now, he was sure to get a mouthful from his colleagues about ditching the meeting tomorrow. That thought alone makes his grip on your hips tighten.

“This little stunt you pulled won’t go unpunished, I'll have you know that.” He grunts, a hand slivering up your back to tug harshly at your hair, and even when he’s mean he’s still somehow soft, his lips planting a kiss to your temple. But, a little too late into it, you realize that that act of passion wasn't out of passion alone, it was some sort of warning, something to notify you of his upcoming actions. As if he was telling you he would no longer be soft and slow, but a contrast of rough and mean. 

“Greedy little thing,” he huffs out. “Can’t even–” Nanami cuts off his own sentence with a groan, eyes shut and head thrown back when you tighten around him. 

You know your husband, and can verify that he’s not usually vocal during intimacy. But something about today was different–as if everything wasn’t. This change of course had something to do with the simple fact that you showed him–told him yourself that you wanted him to stay with you.

Seeing you so desperate for his presence brought out a side he never knew existed within him, and paired with the half-hearted annoyance he felt after your little show, Nanami can’t help but let himself go. 

“I-I am,” you mewl, limp and you would have fallen face first if it weren’t for the vice-lip grip holding you up. “Please, I can't take it.” 

“Oh, but you can.” He hums, almost monotonically. “I’m not pulling out until you’ve had your fair share of orgasms, seeing that’s what you wanted, no?” He can’t help but smile at the little whimper that leaves your lips following the end of his sentence, but he knows; as much as you whine and beg for a break, this is what you truly want. 

And Nanami can’t deny how that makes him feel. 

Hungry, depraved, wild. 

A guttural groan fills the space as loads upon loads of his seed pill into you. He cums still thrusting into your sensitive cunt without any restraint. 

After the countless orgasms he’s given you, and the countless to come, you can tell that this one’s the most intense. 

Your body shakes as you convulse around Nanami’s thick shaft, waves of ecstasy thrumming through you, translucent cum seeping out of your battered sex onto your thighs. Breath shallow and shaky, you reach your weak arms back to try and push him away. 

You practically sob as you beg for a break, a second even, where you can catch your breath and the overwhelming fullness coursing through you can cease, but those pleas fall to deaf ears as he begins to move again. 

Four orgasms in and fucked-out of your mind, you can barely speak. 

Five and you’re on the brink of passing out. 

Nanami’s not having it though. His stamina’s unwavering and his thrusts are relentless–that is, until he’s finally satisfied on your sixth 

Any more friction feels like torture at this point, and tears almost escape your eyes once you feel Nanami pull out. You barely even have the energy to open your eyes, let alone move any part of your body, so you’re left laying on your stomach, ass up and pussy seeping with fluids. 

With an exhale, he plants a kiss to your shoulder blade, big hand smoothing over your supple skin adoringly.

 He was back to normal. 

[ashenworth]

OHHHHHHHHHHHGYYUHGHHH OKAY.

gojo fully not pursuing my self insert because he's like "oh he'll just come to me I don't have to do any work" bc after geto, gojo def becomes their favourite person and I think he can kinda tell that they're a little attached to him but then he sees them with nanami and they're all happy and smiling and having a good time and blushing and gojo is like. oh. oh okay I see. maybe I do have to put in some work then. or like he didn't really think he had any interest in them until he sees that and suddenly he's like "uhhhh yeah. time to lock in"

[fumiliar]

masterlist

updated : 12/04/25

★ - favs

@ - angst

🜲 - popular

kento.n:

aftermath - post shibuya!nanami feeling insecure @

birthday wish - post shibuya angst ★@

in your dreams - you go back to jujutsu high and meet your high school crush, kento ★

self-restraint - drunk y/n gets taken care of by k.n ★🜲

decisions - post shibuya fluff @

gentleman - k.n and y/n help out an elderly woman, and maybe get a glance at their future ★

new look - kento unexpectedly gets a new look

darry ring - a surprise from k.n

feed of you - k.n is utterly in love with influencer!y/n ★

olive theory - does the olive theory really exist?

drabbles:

help me understand, 🜲

a real man, 🜲

unconscious, 🜲

relax

texting him

communication is key

domestic life

hypocritical,

photographic memory,

jealousy

misdirected anger

april fools pt.1

the office @

kento is sick

fave part 🜲

personal requests

headcanons: kento as a father, 1, 2, domestic life w/ k.n

toji.f:

drabbles:

secret tattoo 🜲

not a young man anymore

man of actions

headcanons: older bf!toji

satoru.g:

exes - pt1, pt2

scandinavian sleep method

hiromi.h:

drabbles: he's your boss

[apricotgojo]

a gentleman ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ k.n

lil nanami drabble bcs i miss him :(

𐙚 MDNI ! - fem!reader - corporate boss!nanami

𐙚

ever since Nanami moved up the corporate ladder he's been taking a liking to rather simpler things in life.

He started putting creamer in his coffee because he enjoys taste of coffee being more of a sweet treat, he enjoyed the way his face tingled at the cool breeze early in the morning and he found a new sense of appreciation for the smell of vanilla and coconut being brought into his office every time you stepped in the room, Loved seeing the dark lipstick stains kissing the rim of the coffee mug you used whenever he saw it on your desk, and he absolutely loved the way your thighs looked while they were being hugged by the material of those sinful little skirts you wore.

He noticed it within the first week you started working as an intern for him - the way his pants got tighter every time he saw you.

The first day you walked into the office you were wearing a tight black skirt with matching knee high socks.

You looked so shy, handing him the coffee with a sheepish smile on your face,

"Mr.Nanami - I didn't know if you liked creamer with your coffee so i got it for you on the side."

You put down the coffee on his desk and extended a hand out, introducing yourself to him.

He was practically hypnotized by your voice, it was music to his ears. and he genuinely wondered how he got you as his intern in the first place. Maybe it was the incredible amount of potential he saw in your application at first, Maybe it was the way your ass looked, all nice and perky for him when you bent down to pick up your pen that fell on the floor during the interview. You had no business being that hot without even wanting to be but as your boss, Nanami needed to keep himself professional.

He's a gentleman - through and through, but somehow you managed to provoke lewd thoughts to constantly pop into this poor mans mind every time you were in his vicinity. He's never had anyone turn him on like this before -by simply existing. and it made him think and sometimes even act in ways that were out of character.

Like that one time you came into his office with a hickey on your neck.

You tried so hard to hide it - nervously playing with your loose hair and draping it over your neck, trying your best to hide the mark you received from the night before. Something bubbled in him at the sight of it, something strange in his stomach.

He was jealous.

Mostly at the fact that someone had you - the fact that you let someone mark you. It made him mad - your voice literally fading away as his eyes fixed on that nasty little mark on your neck. It should've been him. He should be the one to mark you up, to claim you as his.

And then he imagined what you'd look like all splayed out for him - marked up in more ways than one; Your inner thighs peppered with harsh bites and marks, his red hand-print on your ass, bruises coating the outside of your thighs - caused by the grip on his fingers. He imagined the look on your face as you looked up at him with red, bitten lips and tears stained on your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you. and- fuck- Now he was equally mad and turned on.

"Mr.Nanami?" Your voice snapped him out of a trance and his gaze flew back to your face. "Are you okay? you look like you're heating up."

He was not okay. He wasn't okay because he knew someone else touched you last night, someone marked you as theirs. He clenched his jaw,

"Actually, I'm not feeling very well." He clears his throat and gets up, "If you'll excuse me." He mumbles and makes his way out of his office, to the nearest bathroom.

Nanami was a gentleman - past tense. A gentleman wouldn't be leaning against the door of the bathroom, furiously pumping his heavy, leaking cock in his hand while he had his tie in his mouth to stifle the guttural groans that he cant help but let out. A gentleman wouldn't have his hair disheveled, strands sticking to his forehead, his glasses hanging lowly on the tip of his nose, his eyes shut as he thinks about how good your little pussy would feel wrapped around his cock.

“Are you going to cum, Mr. Nanami?”

A gentleman wouldn't whimper into his tie as he imagines coating your thighs with his cum - causing his body to spasm as he throws his head back, gasping out your name, sticky white covering the door and his hand. You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it - but you did now. Your body in total shock, your face flushed as you listened to the sinful sound of your name leaving his lips followed by heavy breaths and groans from the other side of the door. At first you followed after him because you were worried about your boss, seeing him in such a flushed state like that - you thought he was going to be sick.

Freezing in place, your hand ready to knock before you heard stifled moans and little "fuckfuckfuck" 's followed by your name. You raised a hand to your mouth, covering it so you wouldn’t gasp out loud. but you couldn't help the feeling pooling between your legs, your thighs squeezing at the lewd noises escaping from your boss's lips. Was this wrong? Maybe? He was practically whimpering your name. The same man who tells you to make sure that your files are in order. The same man who you bring coffee to each and every single morning before he tells you that he's 'too busy to make idle chit-chat' He was touching himself to the thought of you.

huh- maybe working as an intern here wasn't so bad. Especially when your hot boss has a little crush on you ;)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗