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[manicpixiedreamkira]

i have two ideas for megumi longish fics i’ve been drafting (just fyi all of them will eventually come to life, okay? plus, these are all my ideas and it’s not up for grabs, i do not allow anyone to write my prompts)

one - megumi has a childhood friend he’s in love with since day one, but as they grow older they grow apart and still he doesn’t let the feeling go. last year of middle school reader enters his school and begrudgingly befriends him (falls for him, obviously) but he still only has eyes for his childhood sweetheart. she’s became popular and reader is just a weirdo outcast just like megs. it’s an au! the story carries all the way till college when a certain situation at a party makes megumi face that maybe his priorities have been laying in the wrong place all along

two - forced proximity, forced dating. megumi has no ideia how his friends managed to make him agree to date you. you’ve proved yourself somewhat useful in this past year by holding his life together for him as he studied his ass off for a chance at an internship abroad — when he finally gets it, he hopes that the long distance will break things off for him, but you prevail. when he comes back, a year later, ready to break you’re heart, you’re now standing in his shoes, studying with all you’ve got for the chance of your life. megumi is not the type of man to owe people favours, so he stays — to help you, of course, like you had helped him. but finally having to look at you awakens something in him he’s not quite ready to unpack.

which one of these would you like to read first?

i’ve been wanting something else to focus on while i write the remaining parts of the first times series (that is already halfway done). when i have writers block it helps me a lot to have something else to write and move forward with, so i’ve been meaning to put together something like this to write in the in between

vote for your pick and i’ll make work to have it out soon enough - the poll will be up for a week

[manicpixiedreamkira]

guys i’m sick my nose is stuffy and im lightheaded i’ve been trying to write but it’s making me dizzy so the fics will have to wait im sorry

[manicpixiedreamkira]

would guys read my stuff if i wrote something for aki or sebastian (from kuro)? i’ve been dying to write for them i already have so much drafted

[manicpixiedreamkira]

Babes would u be mad if I stole ur idea for a first time series but did it with Yuji? 😋🐇

not really lol go ahead, just idk try to make your own list ig? i’d kinda feel bad if you just copy pasted all my ideas for first times but other than that it’s not like i own this idea so feel free to write

[manicpixiedreamkira]

okay - subby megumi

i’ll add a chapter to the first times series, first time reader takes the lead and write him subby

i’ll also write TWO other separate fics, one where he’s just desperate to please and other where… well… i’m fucked in the head, okay? so you’ll either love it or hate it but subby megumi you shall have — the three of them are already in the works BUT other fics will come first bacause: i don’t want to release the stand alone BEFORE the chapter in the series, but the chapter in the series will have to come a bit further down the line as each one kinda follows a timeline of events

im loving your requests and i’ll make sure to cater them all — so be a little patient with me that i promise everything will come out eventually, so please keep them coming

[manicpixiedreamkira]

it feels so corny asking this but would u ever possibly write for mha or nah 💔

YES! totally, but it depends on the character cause i only write for those i find hot lol but like, shoto, kachan, dabi, hawks, aizawa… if you have any ideias please send them, love cause im in my writers block era 😔

[manicpixiedreamkira]

First time series!

Tell me why I want Megumi to get her pregnant??

i— i love and hate this at the same time lol pregnancy scares me be he’d be such a good dad UGHHH i probably won’t add anything pregnancy related to this series as of rn BUT i did get a pregnancy scare request with megumi 👀👀 sooooo yeah, that’s coming

[manicpixiedreamkira]

Do you possibly have any plans to write for denji?? 🤞🤞🤞🤞

plans no but i’m totally not against it!! he’s feral and unhinged and i love him, csm is literally my favourite shonen! i just don’t have any particular ideas for him so if you have any feel free to ask babes, but ill try to think of something anyways

[manicpixiedreamkira]

hey guys so i’ve been getting a lot of requests for subby megumi and i’ll get to it — i hope you all enjoy my vision for it because i think the daddy/mommy kink is waaaaay too cringe (i left it behind in 2014 in 1D wattpad fics and i don’t want it back lol) and i don’t particularly have the hots for overly done dumbfication (also don’t think it suits his character) soooooo yeah

i’ll try my best to make it yummy and nasty but it is a bit out of comfort zone to actually write subby man but i’m hoping my years of bl binging prepared me for this moment

[manicpixiedreamkira]

first times series

first time doggy style | index

megumi x female!reader, nsfw, mdni

It didn’t happen all at once.

But something had been shifting in Megumi lately—in the way he kissed you deeper, in the grip of his hands on your waist, in the tension coiled in his jaw when you moaned just a little too sweet in his ear.

Tonight, it finally snapped.

He had you on your hands and knees.

Face down in the sheets.

Ass up.

And his cock sliding in from behind—slow and thick, until he bottomed out with a deep groan and a low curse whispered at the base of your spine, bare now, the heat of him sinking straight into you. Neither of you had said it out loud, but it was understood—this was how it was going to be from now on. The rawness was too good to give up, the feeling too addictive to ever go back.

“Fuck, baby.”

You whined beneath him, hands clawing at the blankets.

He didn’t move for a moment. Just held your hips tight in both hands, thumbs digging in, like he couldn’t believe how good you felt like this.

“Look at you,” he said, voice low and rough. “Taking me so well. Fucking perfect.”

Then he pulled out—and snapped back in.

You cried out, body jolting forward, and he grabbed a fistful of your ass to yank you back on his cock.

“Oh, no,” he growled. “You’re not running from me. Not tonight.”

And that was the moment you realized—this wasn’t shy, soft Megumi anymore.

This was something else.

He started to fuck you hard—really hard—his hips smacking into your ass with every thrust, deep and deliberate. Each time he bottomed out, you swore you could feel him in your throat.

“You hear that?” he gritted out between thrusts. “That wet fucking sound? That’s you, baby. That’s how bad you needed my cock.”

You whimpered into the sheets, body rocking forward with every punishing thrust.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you.”

“So good,” you gasped. “Megumi—so fucking good—”

“That’s right,” he snarled. “Say my name while I ruin you.”

Then his hand cracked down on your ass.

You yelped.

He did it again—harder this time—and then soothed the sting with a warm palm and a low, filthy groan.

“God, this ass,” he muttered. “Bouncing every time I fuck into you. Gonna mark it up. Make it mine.”

Your entire body shuddered.

His hand snaked around to your front, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as he kept fucking you from behind—deep, punishing, perfect.

“You like this?” he growled in your ear, leaning over you, fucking you harder now. “You like when I use you like this? Like my good little fucktoy?”

You moaned—helpless, wrecked.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he said, panting against your ear. “Face in the sheets, begging for more. Letting me do whatever I want to you.”

Your orgasm hit like a bomb.

You sobbed his name as your body locked up, shaking beneath him as you came around his cock, tight and soaking and clenching so hard he nearly lost it.

“Shit,” he groaned. “You’re fucking squeezing me—fuck, I’m gonna—”

He pulled out at the last second and came all over your back, hot and thick and so much of it, panting as he stroked the last of it out, his cock twitching in his hand while you collapsed beneath him, gasping for breath.

There was silence—heavy, raw.

Then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“…You okay?” he asked, voice suddenly gentle again.

You nodded weakly, face still buried in the pillow.

He chuckled—low and breathless—and ran a hand down your spine.

“You took it so well, baby,” he whispered. “Didn’t think I’d lose it like that.”

You smiled, still dazed. “You can lose it like that anytime you want.”

And from the way his cock twitched again against your thigh?

You knew this was far from the last time.

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[manicpixiedreamkira]

idk why people r hating on PEAK lit, but i just wanted to say i luv ur work >:3 i talk abt ur megumi series so much my friends know ur name

🥹🥹🥹 omggg im honoured 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 thanks for sending love

[manicpixiedreamkira]

I LLLOOOVVVEEEE your writing for JJK. I can’t explain it but I totally think megumi would be a dom. If you’re comfortable could you right something for megumi being a dom to the reader?

You’re amazing

thank youuuu bb 🖤🖤 and here you go!! i’m sorry it so long

i don’t know if it’s up to your liking, but i imagine megumi as i service/please dom type, who can occasionally be a little rougher… so i did both lol i hope you like it!!! thanks for the request xoxo

[manicpixiedreamkira]

rough week patching with megumi

c.w: megumi x female!reader, aged up!megumi (don’t like it? scroll), dom!megumi, service and pleasure dom megumi, smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, praising, unprotected piv, not necessarily au but reader is implied to have an office job, boyfriend megumi, established relationship, based on this request, not beta’ed, MDNI

w.c: 3,152

It had been a long week. One of those soul-crushing, shoulder-aching, can’t-even-cry kind of weeks.

But Megumi always knows how to help you.

Even when you don’t ask for it.

Especially then…

—

The key turned in the door sometime after 9:00 p.m.

You let it fall shut behind you, dropped your bag by the frame, and stood there in the dark a long moment—just breathing, just letting the week fall off your shoulders. The apartment was warm. Clean. The lights were low. You could already smell him before you saw him—Megumi. That mix of cedarwood and clean laundry and something skin-warm and male. It settled into your lungs like relief.

“Hey,” came his voice, from somewhere down the hall.

You tried to answer, but the words stuck in your throat. You were too tired to think.

When you stepped into the living room, he was already up from the couch—barefoot, hoodie sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking at you like you were a little broken glass bird. Not in a pitiful way. Like he didn’t want to damage you more.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. “Just tired.”

He stepped in close, hands skimming your waist as he leaned in, brushing your temple with his mouth. “You’ve been saying that all week.”

You breathed him in. Let yourself lean into his chest. Your arms didn’t quite lift. Not yet. Your limbs were too heavy.

“I’m fine.”

He kissed your forehead. “No, you’re not. You’re fried.” 

You exhaled against his shirt, the tension climbing higher even in stillness.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Go lie down,” he said softly. “Let me take care of you.”

You blinked at him, too tired to argue, too sore to resist.

So you nodded. And obeyed.

The bed was warm when he joined you—even though you’d barely been in it for a minute. He must’ve warmed it in the dryer  or with a steamer. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask. All you could do was lie there on your back, legs spread slightly by how you’d dropped them, work blouse scattered somewhere on the floor, pants half unzipped. Your body didn’t want to move. You didn’t feel sexy. You didn’t even feel awake. But Megumi looked at you like you were his favorite thing to come home to.

He crawled up between your legs, kissed the inside of your knee through your slacks, and then carefully unfastened them the rest of the way.

“I’m not expecting anything from you,” he murmured, pulling your pants down and off with practiced tenderness. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me have you.”

You barely nodded. You couldn’t even lift your hips—so he helped you, holding your thighs gently as he dragged your underwear down, slow, reverent.

Your whole body ached. It wasn’t the sharp kind. It was bone-deep, brain-deep. The kind that made you want to cry just from someone being nice to you. And Megumi—he was being so, so nice.

He pressed a kiss to the crease of your thigh. Then another, higher. His hands slid under your ass and adjusted your hips just slightly—just enough that he could lie fully between your legs. And then…

God.

The first brush of his tongue over your pussy was enough to punch the air out of you.

It was so gentle at first—just the heat of him, the wet pressure of his mouth grazing up your folds. Then firmer, tongue flattening, dragging slow from your entrance to your clit, parting you. You heard yourself whimper, hips twitching without even meaning to, and his hands immediately braced you back into the mattress, soft but steady.

“Let me,” he whispered against you. “Don’t fight it. Just feel.”

You did.

He licked you open like he was tasting something expensive, something he’d waited all week for—slow, wet swipes over your clit, teasing it until it was swollen and pulsing, then circling it with the very tip of his tongue. He moaned softly into you, like he meant it. The sound shivered through your stomach.

Then one of his hands slid down—his middle finger slipping through your slick folds, then dipping into you, slowly.

You gasped.

“Always so tight,” he murmured. “Fuck.”

He moved his mouth lower again, tongue meeting his finger as he pushed in deeper, curling just right, just perfect, until your thighs trembled. You couldn’t even lift your hands to his hair. Your fingers just clutched at the sheets beside you.

Another finger. A slow stretch. His mouth on your clit again.

Pressure built fast—not hard, not overwhelming, just deep, hot, good. It burned through your hips and up your back. You cried out, body jolting—

And he caught you, soothed you, held you down.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, voice gone thick and low. “Come for me. Don’t think. Just let go.”

You did. It hit hard, sharp-edged. You came with a moan you couldn’t swallow, your whole body convulsing, thighs clenching around his head—and he stayed, still licking, still slowly fucking you through it until your hips gave out and you dropped limp against the sheets.

But he didn’t stop.

He eased his fingers out, climbed up over you, kissed your mouth softly—so sweet, like he didn’t just have you dripping on his face—and then he reached between your thighs again. You gasped when his fingers pressed back in.

“Too much?” he asked.

You shook your head fast, eyes glassy. “N-No—don’t stop—”

He smiled. Just barely.

“Didn’t plan on it.”

He stayed over you like that, watching your face, crooking his fingers inside you until your mouth fell open and your moans got high again. You weren’t even thinking anymore. Your body was moving on instinct—hips rolling, hands reaching. And he was the one anchoring you, keeping you grounded as you started to fall apart again.

The second orgasm came messier—wetter, faster, pulsing from the base of your spine through your stomach like a dam had burst. You felt it gush out of you, soaking his fingers, and he fucking groaned, kissing your cheek as you cried out.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “God, baby. You needed this, didn’t you?”

You whimpered against his shoulder.

He slipped his fingers out with care, kissed the inside of your thigh again, and started pulling down his sweats almost at the same time he tugged his hoodie up and off. 

You barely registered it—still gasping in the pillows, your whole body boneless and wet. You’d come twice and still felt like your muscles hadn’t let go yet. Still stiff in places, tight from the week. But something else had started to build now—underneath the exhaustion, under the soreness. That molten, slow-flickering kind of want that only made itself known after someone cracked you open.

Megumi climbed over you again, one hand dragging his boxers down just enough to free himself. You caught a glimpse of him between your thighs—thick and flushed, already leaking—and your stomach fluttered at the sight.

You reached for him. Just barely. Just a touch to his hip. You weren’t offering anything. You just needed him close.

He caught your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist, soft and slow, before guiding it gently back down to the mattress.

“Let me,” he murmured again. “Still not your job tonight.”

You nodded, dazed.

When he lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing slick between your folds, you sucked in a breath.

“Still okay?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. “Please.”

He pushed in slowly.

God, the stretch—it burned, but not in a painful way. In that overwhelming, being-filled kind of way. His cock moved through the mess his fingers had made, thick and unhurried, inch by inch, until he was buried deep—hips flush to yours, his breath shaky against your collarbone.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “You feel so good like this.”

You were already trembling.

He didn’t move for a moment. Just stayed pressed inside you, letting you adjust. Letting your body learn the shape of him again. His hands cupped your thighs, stroked your hips, moved slowly over your stomach like he could soothe you from the inside out.

Then he started to thrust.

Not rough. Not fast.

Just deep.

His hips rolled into you slow and heavy, each stroke hitting your cervix, dragging his cock along every inch of sensitive, swollen flesh. You felt him against the spot his fingers had worked over, felt him press there again and again—slow, deliberate, coaxing every last tremor out of you.

Your body jolted each time. It was too much, not enough. You couldn’t even tell anymore. All you knew was the hot, slick sound of him moving inside you, the low sound of his breathing, the wet slap of skin against skin as he rocked into you, over and over again.

“I know,” he whispered when you whined. “I know, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He kissed your temple, your cheek, your mouth—always soft, always slow. He gripped your hips and adjusted your legs higher, spreading you open, letting him sink even deeper. You cried out when the angle changed—felt him push impossibly far inside you, the base of him grinding just right against your clit.

You shuddered.

And he felt it.

“There,” he murmured. “Right there?”

You nodded wildly.

He kept it there. Over and over again. That exact pace, that exact drag. You came again with a sob—your whole body going tight, hips jerking against his, fingernails digging into his arms as the orgasm tore through you. This one didn’t peak like the others. It flooded. Low and hot and overwhelming, your legs going numb, your voice catching in your throat.

But he didn’t stop.

You were still twitching when he bent over you, kissed your lips, and started to move again.

“Too much?” he asked again, voice a little rougher now.

“No,” you gasped, panting. “Don’t stop—please—don’t—”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I’ve got you.”

He fucked you like that—slow, deep, steady—while you writhed beneath him, gasping into his mouth, overwhelmed and utterly open. You were so wet it dripped down your thighs, your inner muscles clenching again and again around him without control. Every thrust sent another jolt through you, until it started again—that pitch climbing, your moans going high and broken, your nails scraping helplessly down his back.

He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your throat. “That’s it, baby. You can give me one more.”

You sobbed, but nodded. “I can—I can—”

You came with your legs locked around his hips, your back arching off the bed. It felt like drowning—too much heat, too much stretch, every nerve lit up and nothing left to hold onto except him. And he was right there, inside you, watching your face fall apart.

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed. “God, you’re perfect—”

His hips started to lose rhythm. You felt the difference—the tension in his muscles, the hitch in his breath. He fucked you through your orgasm, then gritted out your name as he came, burying himself deep and holding you there, twitching inside you, his forehead pressed to yours.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was your breath—ragged, wet, uneven.

Then he kissed you again—this time like it was the end of the world. Like you were the only thing that mattered.

He cleaned you up without speaking—warm cloth between your legs, soft kisses to your knees and thighs, whispering “I’ve got you,” every time your body flinched from overstimulation. You let him move you like you were made of glass—let him pull one of his softest shirts over your head, settle your legs back into the blankets, crawl in beside you.

You weren’t ready to talk yet. He knew that.

So he just gathered you close.

His chest was warm against your back, hand cupping your belly, other arm beneath your neck. You felt the steady rhythm of his breathing, the occasional brush of his lips to your shoulder.

He didn’t ask for anything else. Didn’t expect.

He’d gotten what he came for—not your body, but the part of you that no one else took the time to unspool.

You’d asked for nothing.

And he gave you everything anyway.

—

When the time came, you tried to return the favor.

You saw it in his shoulders, in the silence, in the way he kissed you like he was trying to erase something.

But when Megumi’s the one coming undone… things turn out a little differently…

—

It started the second he stepped inside.

No shoes kicked off. No hello kiss. He just looked at you—standing there in his oversized shirt, soft and sweet and already ready to be good for him—and something in his expression shifted.

Not cruel. Not angry. Just… unreadable. Tight jaw. Tired eyes. Like the only thing anchoring him to this planet was the sight of you in that shirt.

“Megumi?”

He closed the door with more force than necessary, dropped his bag, and didn’t answer.

You took a careful step forward. “You okay?”

He grabbed your chin—not hard, but fast—and kissed you like he was starving. No buildup. No breath. Just mouth on mouth, all tongue and teeth, like you were the only thing he wanted to taste. Your hands flew to his jacket, clinging.

When he pulled back, his breath was hot against your cheek.

“Been a fucking week,” he muttered. “Don’t think I’ve slept more than three hours a night.”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Then let me help—”

His hand slid up to your throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Testing.

“You sure you can take me like this?”

Your pulse jumped under his palm. “Yeah.”

He leaned down, mouth brushing your ear. “I need to discharge,” he said, low and rough. “You still offering?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He smirked. That dangerous, smug curl of lip he only ever gave you when something dark snapped loose inside him.

“On your knees.”

You dropped fast, heart racing, the rug soft under your bare legs. He didn’t even undress—just pulled his pants down with one hand, the other still in your hair, cock already half-hard, flushed and heavy.

“You wanted this,” he said as he stroked himself in front of your face. “You want me like this. Mean and full of shit and desperate.”

You licked your lips. “I want all of you.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Mouth open.”

You obeyed. He tapped the head of his cock against your lips—once, twice—then slid inside, slow and thick and unrelenting. You choked around the stretch, already drooling, and his hand tightened in your hair.

“Relax your throat, sweetheart,” he said, breath gone ragged already. “You can take it.”

He started moving fast—not slamming, but firm, hips rolling forward with every thrust, cock sliding deeper each time until your nose brushed his stomach and your eyes watered.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “God, you look perfect like this. Ruined. On your knees for me.”

You moaned around him, and his hips twitched.

“Shit—stop making noises like that unless you want me to fuck your throat raw.”

You gagged a little, eyes wet. He pulled out with a wet pop and slapped your cheek with it—not hard, just enough to make you gasp, eyes wide.

“You like that?” he asked, panting. “Fucking hell, you do.”

You nodded, eyes glassy. “Please—Megumi—”

He smirked down at you, wiped your spit off your chin with his thumb. “What a dirty fucking mouth. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll use it up.”

He shoved back in without warning—deeper this time, grip firm in your hair, forcing you to stay still while he thrust into your mouth, slow and punishing. You moaned again, tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Choke on it,” he said through his teeth. “C’mon. That’s it—fuck—you’re so fucking good at this—”

You were gasping when he pulled back finally, cock glistening with spit.

“Get on the couch,” he ordered. “Now.”

You scrambled up. He grabbed you before you could lie down, spun you around, pushed you chest-first into the cushions.

“Hands behind your back.”

You obeyed instantly.

He bent over you, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned, while the other slipped down between your legs, pushed your panties to the side—found you soaked already.

“Goddammit,” he breathed. “You like being treated like this, huh?”

You whimpered. “Yes—please—need you—”

He slid his fingers inside, fast, without warning—making you jolt.

“I’m not going slow,” he said. “I’ll be good, but I’m not going easy.”

And he wasn’t. He fucked you with his fingers until your knees gave out, until you were moaning into the cushion, hips twitching. Then he flipped you onto your back, knelt between your legs, and slapped your inner thigh lightly.

“Spread.”

You did. Without hesitation. And he entered you in one deep, forceful thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.

You cried out—the stretch so sudden, so full—and he groaned above you.

“Shit, this pussy’s tight. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

That was a lie. He wasn’t. Not until now.

He started to move—fast, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting, thighs shaking. One hand came up to your throat again, this time firmer—and you gasped, your head falling back into the pillow, tears rolling down your cheek from how good it felt. 

“You can take it,” he said through gritted teeth. “Look at you. So fucking good. All mine.”

His other hand gripped your hip, and he fucked you harder—just this side of rough, cock slamming deep, breath hot in your ear.

“You gonna come for me like this?” he asked. “After letting me use your throat, your body—what a perfect little thing you are.”

You moaned, couldn’t even form words.

“You’re gonna come,” he decided for you. “And I’m gonna fuck my cum into you right after.”

You did. It hit hard—tight and sudden, clenching around him so violently he groaned into your mouth, choking on his own breath as he fucked you through it.

When he came, it was with a deep, drawn-out sound—his hips stuttering, teeth gritted, fingers bruising your waist, cock twitching and spilling inside of you. “Shit, take it— So good to me, baby.” 

Megumi collapsed half on top of you, both of you panting. He stayed there a while.

Then kissed you—softly, sweetly—the earlier filth gone from his voice.

“You okay?”

You nodded. Too dazed to speak.

He helped you to the bathroom after, undressed you gently, wiped your tears, kissed the red spot on your hips where he’d sunken his fingers. He ran a bath. Sat you on the edge of the tub.

You looked at him, hands trembling.

He looked back. “Told you it was a rough week,” he murmured.

You smiled.

“I like being your outlet.”

He chuckled—finally relaxed—and cupped your face with both hands, kissing your forehead like you were the only softness he’d ever known.

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[manicpixiedreamkira]

if you EVER make a taglist, PLEASE TAG ME I LOVE YOUR MEGUMI SERIES 😣😣

hey babes, sure! i’ll keep that in mind 🖤 i’m too lazy to keep a taglist but who knows

[manicpixiedreamkira]

Heyy moot hru xx

hellooo, love! i’m doing good now, my uni break is coming to an end so im a little anxious to be going back, but ill manage lol

how are you???

[manicpixiedreamkira]

i love love love your work! just wanted to show support as i know you’ve been dealing with hate, just wanted to say your an amazing writer, never stop 💕💕💕

omg 🥹🥹 thank you so much, bb, you guys’ support is what keeps me going 🖤🖤

[manicpixiedreamkira]

i have been EATING UP your first time series w/ Megumi and omg you write soooo good! i love it, love the way you write! can’t wait for more works! keep up the good work, darling❤️

thank youuuuuuuuu babe, more is definitely on the way 👀