L. B. Knight Author

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Soulmate Search

Random Matchup Event. Send me some details about yourself and I’ll match you with somebody!

Fandoms (pick 1-2): Haikyū, Kuroko’s Basketball, Bleach, Naruto, Ace of Diamond, Free!, Blue Lock, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Black Clover, Bungo Stray Dogs, Fairy Tail, Fruits Basket, IDOLiSH7… (basically if I’ve seen the anime I’ll accept the request)

You don’t have to be my mutual for this one. Anons accepted. I won’t be reposting your ask, just tagging you, so if you use anon pls give me some identifier like an emoji. No drabble just your soulmate. This is for fun please don’t take it too seriously or send me hate if you don’t like your match.

[kitakashi]

Soulmate Search

Random Matchup Event. Send me some details about yourself and I’ll match you with somebody!

Fandoms (pick 1-2): Haikyū, Kuroko’s Basketball, Bleach, Naruto, Ace of Diamond, Free!, Blue Lock, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Black Clover, Bungo Stray Dogs, Fairy Tail, Fruits Basket, IDOLiSH7… (basically if I’ve seen the anime I’ll accept the request)

You don’t have to be my mutual for this one. Anons accepted. I won’t be reposting your ask, just tagging you, so if you use anon pls give me some identifier like an emoji. No drabble just your soulmate. This is for fun please don’t take it too seriously or send me hate if you don’t like your match.

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Cats

Featuring: Kuroo, Akaashi, Suna, Kita, Atsumu, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa…

Kuroo adamantly declares he’s a dog person. Complains about cat hair on his suit and stinky litter boxes to no end. But every night it’s the same routine. After dinner you two sit on the couch watching whatever with your cat nestled perfectly against his broad chest, his long fingers rubbing velvety ears, purring away. Disturb the fur baby and you get a scathing glare from your man.

Akaashi uses your cat as his personal therapist. Especially when the mangaka he’s supposed to be working with fails to turn in their work on time. From long nights editing, your man and your cat have irrevocably bonded. You swear he’s become nocturnal, but glad he has a companion for those all nighters. The cat tree was even moved to right beside his desk.

Had Suna not become a professional volleyball player, you swear he should have become a photographer. His two favorite models? You and your cat. If he’s ever home alone expect to be bombarded with adorable sleeping kitty pics. You can’t even be mad when you see his phone gallery has more pictures of your cat than you. His wallpaper is you and your fur baby curled up together for a nap.

Kita smiles when your cat welcomes him home every day from the rice fields. A little chirp and head butt before prancing away. He also spoils her rotten, sneaking her bits of meat from your dinner. You’d scold him for it but because of their dynamic your cat now listens to him more often than you. Kitty doesn’t dare misbehave when he’s home. And you can’t hate his gentle smile while petting your cat either.

Atsumu tries and fails to be indifferent to your fur baby. However, he gets insanely jealous if your cat is in your lap when he wants attention. Your man will even sulk if you refuse to move the sleeping fur baby. He came up with the idea of buying more cat toys to distract your cat with so he can cuddle you more. Now your cat expects toys from him every time he comes back from an away game trip.

Even after a long day Osamu insists on making your cat’s food. None of that canned or bagged nonsense. At times you think your cat dines better than you do. Your fur baby even gets first dibs on any leftovers from Onigiri Miya. He insists it’s because a cat’s diet is different than a humans’ and they can only have particular things. If your cat ever turns up their nose at anything he makes, he gets extremely offended.

You’re used to Iwaizumi and your cat having daily staring competitions. After coming home from a long day working with athletes, your fur baby meets him at the door. His intense stare matching your cat’s feline one both unblinking. It isn’t until your cat yawns and begins grooming that he sighs with relief and passes by. You can’t help but chuckle at your beefy man silently asking permission from your cat to enter his own home.

Oikawa treats your cat like a peer. Ranting about the woes of being famous as if only your kitty could ever relate. He acknowledges the little meows as part of a serious conversation. Interrupt that communication and receive a scathing look. He will scoop your cat up and sashay from the room venting about how peasants could never understand their plight. You can’t help but laugh when he pretends your cat’s opinion means more than yours.

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Cursed

Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader

Soulmate AU

born from conversations with @shoulmate 💚 (not edited or beta read)

Warm sand tickled the bottom of your feet. Digging your toes deeper into the beach you watched your friends play volleyball from your spot on a towel.

University finals were over. As soon as the last exam finished you packed your bags to join your friends for a much needed vacation.

You sat beside Kozume under a large umbrella enjoying the salt air and the crash of the waves. And of course the view of swim trunk, baseball caps, and sunglasses.

Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi were shirtless and sweaty only a few yards away. Alongside other friends the bunch of you had made at Tokyo University. But those three in particular were the sweetest eye candy.

Your fingers slipped under the thick wristband you wore to cover your soulmark. Rubbing the name if your soulmate unconsciously, until Kozume cleared his throat giving you a look. Adjusting your sunglasses on your face you pretended not to notice his stare.

Your friends knew you were one of the few with a soulmate, but you had never shared with them who is was. Kozume, however, was too observant and you suspected he knew. Gratefully he never said anything or pushed you about it.

It happened right before you started high school. You were with your parents filling out paperwork after moving to a new area. Scrolling endlessly on your phone, bored out of your mind, when the skin on your wrist exploded in pain as if on fire. Gasping you cuddled your arm to your chest, tears pricking your eyes.

Curious faces turned towards you. Some confused, others shocked at the outburst. It wasn’t until your parents pried your arm from your body did the realization finally set in. You had gotten a soulmark.

Having a soulmark wasn’t common. Most people knew someone in their extended family or group of friends who had one. They appeared randomly during your mid to late teens if you got one. And not everyone saw it as a blessing.

The mark was a name. The name of your soulmate. But your soulmate would not have a mark. Just having the mark didn’t mean they were close by or did it mean you’d ever meet them.

This caused a lot of problems in relationships. Either you held out for a soulmate who never came or one would randomly pop into your life after you had already settled down with someone else.

But your teenage heart had high hopes that couldn’t be dashed by your parents’ realistic and logical words. It wasn’t that they weren’t happy for you. They just didn’t want their precious child’s heart crushed by this Kuroo Tetsurō whom they didn’t know.

You met Kuroo right after starting high school. He was a year above you. And he was perfect. Handsome, funny, athletic, intelligent, talented, and kind.

Well, you didn’t actually meet him. You heard the name Kuroo Tetsurō and your wrist throbbed alongside your heart in excitement. You rushed to tell him who you were.

That’s when you realized it was no blessing but a curse upon your wrist.

Kuroo was a member of the volleyball team. A second year pillar of the team. Relied upon by his seniors and juniors. His athletic prowess alone was intimidating. Yet he was also studious, beloved by the teachers. He was surrounded his teammates and by fans. Pretty girls, handsome boys.

You tried to worm your way through the crowd to talk to him but the glares you got stopped you in your tracks.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A voice snapped.

An elbow dug into your ribs, “we were here first.”

Wincing you took a step back from the throng of people. Clutching your arm, you rubbed your wrist. An action you always seemed to do to quell your anxiety. You looked for another way through the crowd. It wasn’t as though you had to tell him today but you wanted to be with your soulmate as soon as possible, believing in a happily ever after.

You could see his head above the others. If only you could get Kuroo’s attention somehow. Trying again to squeeze through the sea of people it wasn’t until someone grabbed your arm did you stop.

The girl had wrenched your arm back trying to see your wrist. “Oh shit you have a soulmark!” You panicked trying to pull yourself free. “Lemme see who it is! Is it one of the guys on the team?”

Ripping your arm back before she could see the name, you gave her a nasty glare. But the damage had been done. Curious faces heard her exclamation and turned towards you.

Another girl lurched towards you and you took a step back. “A soulmark? How neat!”

“Seriously?” Her friend looked suspicious, “she’s gotta be one of maybe 5 people at this school.”

“Who is it?” Someone curious spoke you couldn’t see, “whose name is her mark?”

Nearby a girl scrunched up her nose in disbelief, “Really. Idoubt it. Probably wrote it with sharpie.” She rolled her eyes and the people around her laughed.

“How pathetic,” another scathing voice, “who would want to be tied down to her?”

You couldn’t even see the people laughing at you anymore. Nails biting into the skin of your wrist, you hugged the name Kuroo Tetsurō to your chest. If your legs didn’t give out, your lungs would. You couldn’t breathe.

“I feel sorry for her soulmate.”

“Make her wash her hands and prove it’s real.”

Their words cut deep. Self deprecating thoughts filled your mind. You knew they were just petty but you couldn’t help the tears from forming. Suddenly you didn’t want to meet your soulmate. A burst of strength let you rush off before they could see you cry. Later you thought of ways to hide your mark.

Somehow you had made it through high school without anyone finding out the name on your wrist. A thick wrist band covered the name and you never took it off unless to shower.

A feat especially hard after befriending Kozume Kenma. You shared class with him all three years. After finding out the two of you enjoyed the same video games, a friendship grew and solidified. Unfortunately, that also meant that Kuroo was part of your friends group. Your soulmark wasn’t done cursing you.

Even without the soulmark you liked Kuroo. You couldn’t meet his sharp feline gaze when he seldom spoke to you. Just being around him made you rub the skin beneath the band on your wrist uncontrollably. Your face felt like a furnace anytime he caught you staring, and you stared a lot. And smiled. You didn’t even realize you would just have this dopey grin on your face. Not until Kozume pointed it out. Another reason why you think he knows.

And because of your cowardice, you had to watch Kuroo date other people. You had no one to blame but yourself. But every time you thought to end your misery by spilling your secret, you imagined him asking why it took you so long. Or that he only saw you as a friend.

The feeling of a hand on your arm snapped you from your inner mind. Kozume had grabbed your wrist to prevent you from injuring yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d rubbed the soulmark raw. He called your name and you met his worried golden eyes.

“Sorry,” you tried to laugh it off, “I was spacing out.” Kozume frowned. He opened his mouth but you stood cutting him off. “I think I’m going to wade in a bit. Try and cool off some.”

Dusting off a bit of sand you made your way to the waves without waiting for a response. The water was cool as it gently lapped at your legs. A shiver went down your spine at the temperature difference between the ocean and the hot sun.

A figure sliding beside you made you jump, slipping on the wet sand. Grabbing the person who startled you to avoid plummeting into the ocean, you weren’t expecting intense yellow eyes to stare down at you.

“I scare you that bad?” Kuroo cackled. “I did call your name you know.”

He helped you stabilize yourself and you regretfully released his bicep. The raven stretched, joints cracking. You did your best to not completely ogle him from behind your shades.

“What are you doing over here? I thought you were playing volleyball?”

“Drink break,” broad shoulders shrugged, “gotta stay hydrated.” Kuroo had the gall to wink at you.

You nodded, staying silent. Gazing at the open ocean, unsuccessfully trying to quell your beating heart. Cold water splashed your sides. You shot Kuroo’s smirking face a glare.

“What’s on your mind?” He splashed you again. “You’re even more quiet than usual.”

“Quit that,” you scowled.

He wiggled a finger in your face, “now that’s not very nice. I’m just trying to be friendly.”

“You have plenty of friends to bother.”

“True,” he acknowledged with an obnoxious grin, “but I’d rather bother you.”

You rolled your eyes, splashing him back. Glancing back at your friends you saw Bokuto animatedly telling a story keeping his audience enraptured. Snorting you shook your head, guess Kuroo really was free right now.

“Hey,” squinting you looked back to Kuroo who was pointing to your wrist, “aren’t you worried about the salt water eating through that?”

Tugging at the wrist band you shrugged, “I guess. But it’s not like I can’t get another one.”

“Why not take it off? We are on vacation after all. And who knows you might even meet them here.” Glad Kuroo wasn’t looking at you, you couldn’t help but squeeze your wrist. He was gazing out at the ocean but continued, “if I had a soulmate I know I’d be trying everything to meet them.”

“You don’t seem to need help in that department. You’ve always got girls around you.”

Kuroo frowned looking down at you. “And if you haven’t noticed, not once has any date worked out.”

Snapping the soggy wrist band against the soulmark you couldn’t help asking, “what if…” You floundered uncomfortable under the raven’s intense gaze. “What if, when you met them, you didn’t think it would work?”

Dark eyebrows skyrocketed over his sunglasses, “you’ve already met them? Did you tell them?”

You flinched from his incredulous tone, avoiding meeting his eyes. Shifting your weight you rubbed harder at the name on your wrist.

“Hey,” Kuroo softly called your name, “talk to me.” Why did he look so sad? Not knowing what to say, how to explain, you didn’t speak. He pushes his shades to the top of his head to look at you better despite the bright sunlight. His voice was gentle, “why do you think it wouldn’t work?”

Salt stung at your wrist as the flesh peeled from the harsh friction. You knew you were standing in the surf but it felt like you were being dragged down to the ocean depths.

Kuroo’s body was completely facing you now. You had his full attention. No calling of his name by Bokuto could distract him from you. His rough fingers caressed your arms, trying to keep you from a panic attack. Tears pricked at your eyes.

“I’m not,” you choked out, stopping to clear your throat, “I don’t think… I’m just, just not. And he, he’s… amazing.”

Fingers slid up your arms to grab your face. Both of Kuroo’s large hands cupped your jaw as he looked at you sternly. “Stop that right now,” he growled, “anyone would be lucky to have you as their soulmate. If you don’t stop with this bullshit I’ll start listing reasons at the top of my lungs.” You gaped at him. “I’ll sing them too if it’ll stop you from crying. Poorly I might add.” Using his thumbs to wipe your tears running from under your dark sunglasses, he kept speaking. His voice softer now, “I mean it.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him. He was leaning so close that your noses almost touched. Yellow eyes deeper and brighter than the sun baring down overhead. A mixture of sweat and ocean spray glistened on his skin. Already messed raven hair held down by his sunglasses and whipped every direction by the cool breeze.

“What if it was you,” not even sure he could hear you, you whispered, “what if my soulmate was you? Would you still want a soulmate then?”

Kuroo took a shaky breathe, licking his lips. Using his thumbs, he slowly pushes your shades to the top of your head. “If it were me,” fingers gently traced your jawline, “I’d want to know why you didn’t tell me. If it were me, I’d kiss you until we were both breathless. If it were me, I’d make sure we were never apart for the rest of our lives. Because if it were me who had such an amazing soulmate, there’s nothing less I could do than give you everything.” Hot breath danced across your lips. His golden gaze searching, with a prayer held inside. Reverently, he whispered your name. “Show me, so I can finally kiss you.”

Biting your lip, you fiddled with the soaked wristband hiding your soulmark. Hands shaking you held your wrist up to him. A moment passed before he realized, you wanted him to remove it. One hand moved along your arm while the other rested against your neck. Silently searching your eyes for permission, he removed the offending cover.

There on your wrist, was his name. Kuroo Tetsurō.

Not a moment later was his mouth on yours. And the soulmark curse trapping your heart was finally broken.

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Reader/you has a little shop of what kind?

Flower Shop

Bakery

Book Store

Café

Craft Store

Beauty Salon

Thrift Store

Boutique

Other/Pls Put In Tags

Voting ended onJun 11, 2023

Please reblog so I can get a few opinions. 🙏

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Perfect

Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Note: This was written for my best friend, @lhatake87 therefore, the reader is a bit more detailed. I hope you can still enjoy it.

Timeline: Professional Athletes//Timeskip

He ran into you. Literally.

The sunrise had begun to peek through the leaves of the trees placed around your home. A gorgeous golden orange glow. The warmth of the beautiful scenery giving you hope for a nice day.

Busy immersed in the game playing on his phone, Oikawa jogged down the sidewalk. It being as early as it was, there weren’t a lot of people out jogging yet. Which was good seeing as his movement was more of an ocean wave than a straight line.

You were letting the dogs out, still in your pajamas. Eyes still glazed over with sleep you weren’t expecting to be plowed into and by a gorgeous man at that. Stunned, you fell to the ground, staring up at the perpetrator who had dropped his phone and was desperately trying to keep his balance.

Apologies spewed from his lips as he reached to pull you up. It was difficult with the canines pawing at his legs for attention.

“I am so, so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I was busy watching a game and-” he finally looked at you. His mouth moved meaninglessly as he searched for words. Next thing you know, the frazzled expression is gone, replaced by a cocky smirk. “And my name is Oikawa Tōru. Let me take you out for a coffee to make it up to you.”

Well, of course you said yes.

It’s been a few months now that you’ve known Oikawa. The initial coffee date went well, both smiling and laughing. You exchanged numbers and held a short conversation every morning on his run as he passed your house. That first date was soon followed by several more. Usually more coffee, but he had also taken you to a restaurant, out shopping, and a volleyball game (plus he asked you to watch his practices).

Oikawa was handsome, a bit petty, dedicated, passionate, observant, had a tendency for white lies, ambitious, and cocky. Oh, was he cocky but you didn’t let him get away with it. You poked fun at him every chance you got, lovingly. Oikawa would complain that you bullied him as bad as his high school friends. Yet, he still talks to them so it couldn’t have been that bad. He knew you were amazing, that much was glaringly obvious from day one. He admired your honesty, that you didn’t let him get away with shit, passionate talents you had shared with him, the banter, and your beauty. But most of all he loved the effort you put into knowing him. Once he noticed that consistency, he was about to drop to one knee but first he needed to ask you to be his girlfriend.

Scrolling down his social media feed he noticed an advertisement you had liked. It was a book signing for one of your favorite authors. It was in the next city a couple months from now. Instantly a lightbulb went off in Oikawa’s head. This was it. He’d take you to the book signing and ask to make things official. It was far enough out that he could request the time off from practice. Make a little vacation of it. Grinning to himself he plotted the perfect execution of your acceptance of his love.

But, of course, nothing ever goes as planned.

You were ecstatic when he asked you to attend the book signing with him. He used the excuse of wanting to shop in the city and he had some time off. He asked you to join him. Things went well until after you had met the author and had them sign all your copies of their books. (Oikawa had been nice enough to carry the load for you.) After setting the heavy bag in his backseat, the two of you were going to find a nice place for lunch.

After, he planned to take you to the park and place a flower in your hair. He had an eloquent speech prepared. Unfortunately, those plans didn’t come to fruition.

As he closed the door to the back seat a herd of wild children came racing by on their bikes, splashing yesterday’s rainstorm puddles all over Oikawa’s nice pants. Next, during lunch, fellow patrons recognized him, wanting his autograph. One of them spilt their drink all over him. Lastly, as the two of you exited the diner a pigeon flying overhead let loose and a goopy white mass plopped right on Oikawa’s head. The tears he was holding back started to drip down his face. He was so frustrated, and he felt disgusting.

You came to his rescue. Pulling a water bottle from the car you forced him to bend over so you could rinse the bird poop from his hair. You got most of it out then using a comb you found in his car you fixed his damp locks the best you could. He hated what had happened in the last 2 hours but right now he couldn’t help but enjoy the attention he was receiving. Your fingers felt amazing scraping his scalp. Handing him some tissues you promised that you’d be right back, then you ran off down the street. While driving to the diner you had noticed a clothing store you had seen online. Slipping inside you quickly located the shirt you wanted in Oikawa’s size and grabbed some sweatpants you hoped would fit.

Returning to his vehicle, he sat in the driver’s seat his head against the steering wheel. Knocking on the window you got his attention. Sniffling, he grabbed the bag and stripped his shirt and pants off. It was quite a sight to watch this 6’2” man struggle to change his clothes in a car. Shoving his dirty clothes into the shopping bag he turned to you. He stared at you in awe as his eyes started to water again. This time in gratitude.

He threw himself at you, clutching you close in a tight hug (death grip). “This day was supposed to be perfect. I had everything planned out and now it’s ruined. But you fixed it. You always know exactly what I need. You know, I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend today but now I feel like a failure.”

Assuring him he wasn’t, you rubbed his back soothingly. Once his tears had stopped again, he leaned back to see your face, still holding you. Sighing he looked down at the clothes you had bought him. “Hey, your taste isn’t too shabby. But then again, I look good in anything.” The cocky smirk was back, no need to write a eulogy for Oikawa today, he would be just fine.

Leaning his forehead against yours he squeezed his arms around you. Even as insufferable as he can be, you were one of the few people who got to see his vulnerability. “You really are amazing. I don’t know what I’d do without you anymore. You’ve become a staple in my life. I’d really like it if you’d accept me as your boyfriend.” Placing a chaste kiss on his lips you whispered your acquiescence. “Obviously. I knew you’d say yes. I am the ultimate catch.” Smacking his head, you rolled your eyes. You shut up his grumbling with more kisses.

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The perfect Oikawa does exist!

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✨NSFW MDI ✨

Imagine your fav…

It starts slow and steady. His thick cock easing into your tight heat. The rhythm of his thrusts push your back into the mattress. Pulling a leg onto his broad shoulder, he kisses your ankle before groaning. Your pussy just feels so good. Lifting your hips, you try to meet his thrusts. Have him hit deeper, harder. Smirking, he pulls out until only his fat weeping tip remains inside. He’s in control.

Or so he thinks.

Grasping his biceps you lift yourself up, and use your body weight to send him toppling backwards. The shocked look on his face is there but a moment before he places his arms behind his head, content to let you ride him.

“Go ahead, baby,” he coos, “use my cock to get yourself off.”

Your thighs burn as you bounce and grind. Circling your hips, trying to drive him crazy as you seek your own bliss. He looks absolutely divine beneath you. Your fingers trace the muscles and dips of his abs, nails biting into his flesh leaving red welts he can’t wait to show off later. Biceps highlighted by his relaxed position. Your heart flutters that this Adonis eagerly enjoys this intimate moment with you.

Too caught up in chasing your release, you miss the wicked glint in his eyes. Hands moving to your thighs, squeezing and groping. His thumb circles your swollen clit. You gasp, white fireworks forming across your vision. Suddenly, he plants his feet, one hand sinking into the flesh of your hips. He starts lifting his hips, pounding into you from underneath. Holding your hips against his own to hit as deep as possible. Continuing his ministrations on your tender nub even after you collapse on his chest from the force of his thrusts.

Glassy eyed, you look up at his face. His smirk is all teeth. Wrapping the arm that was on your hips around your body, he continues using your pussy as a fleshlight. Burying your face into his bare chest, you try to breathe but the air is knocked out of you from the force of his pounding.

Your peak hits you like glass shattering.

Once he feels the tightening of your cunt around his cock, he empties himself inside you. His thrusting slows, as he helps you come down from your high.

His hips still, but you can feel his heart pounding in his chest. You’re both breathing hard, holding each other close. You lift your head from his sweaty chest and his mouth meets yours in a tender loving kiss. Fingers brush your cheekbones, your shoulders, your spine. His delicate touches a contradiction to the sex you just had.

“I love you,” he whispers between kisses.

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Book two edits are under way!

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Coming to KU in March 2023! Red and Blue: A Colored Mess. A novella centered around a forbidden love story. They were cursed from the very start. Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way?

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