Megan

21 | She/Her | Aaron Tveit and Leesa Tulley Enthusiast | Six the Musical Fan | Backup Account @tveitertotwritesreblogs

[tveitertotwrites]

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Introductory Post

Open Heart OC: Adelaide Barnes x Tobias Carrick

The Royal Series MC: Briar Boleyn x Drake Walker

America's Most Eligible MC: Catherine "Charlie" Howard x Derek Taylor

The Princess Swap MC: Ericka Montgomery x Prince Clarke

High School Story MC: Court Berry x Maria Flores

Other MC's

Pairings I won't write (as much) for anymore:

Red Carpet Diaries MC: Brooklyn Moore x Thomas Hunt

Open Heart MC: Claire Evans x Ethan Ramsey

Other Things:

Random Question Time Masterlist

Gifts I Have Received/Commissions

Outfit Replacement Masterlist

Universes My MC's and OC's reside in (including AU's)

[voidsagent]

season 3 jack’s hair is so gorgeous oh my god— 🫪👀

[jerzwriter]

250 years ago, America was born on land obtained via the genocide of Native American’s for the benefit of white male landowners.

250 years of “freedom” includes slavery, Jim Crow, mass incarceration and the ongoing decimation of the Civil Rights movement- which only moved us a fraction of a step forward to begin with.

250 years of “freedom” allowed women to obtain a credit card on their own in 1974. The same year they could purchase property on their own, and they could only rent an apartment without a male benefactor 6-years before. We were given control over our own bodies in 1973 - and had that right stripped away in 2022.

America has never been what it professes to be, and any attempt to move it forward only results in an backlash setting things back.

Unless you’re a wealthy, straight, cis, white man - there is nothing to celebrate today and, if you’re a compassionate wealthy, straight, cis, white man, you understand the reasons why you shouldn’t.

[thememedaddy]

[agam-shel-barvadim]

like seriously. what HAPPENED?

[anxietyproblem]

[bebx]

[ruledbysaturns]

shawn hatosy in any capacity i need u ina room where there r no others <3

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I don't need AI to write. I can create fake scenarios in my head perfectly fine myself.

[animentality]

[tveitertotwrites]

I mean yes but you didn't need to call me out like that

[tumbleweedstillhaspanic]

cough bisexual reader being married to Jack Abbot who consistently without missing a beat corrects anyone who questions her sexuality by pointing out that her being married to him doesn't invalidate her being bisexual...she's not confused, she's not suddenly straight, no he isn't married expecting a damn threesome get your head out of the gutter, this isn't an open marriage, yes his wife and he do sometimes point out cute women to each other but they are committed to each other and each other only. You ever heard of the Kinsey scale of sexuality? shut up. His wife is bisexual and he's comfortable with it. It isn't that complicated.

Ogilvie says some dumb shit during Pride month about bisexuals (because of course James Ogilvie is being a dumbass and offensive) and Jack Abbot is fast to school him much to his wife's amusement.

No one talks shit about his wife...not during Pride month, not ever.

cough cough cough...

No this isn't self insert for my bisexual ass, not at all...

[bebx]

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[avhira]

I could use some luck

[monarobot]

The good luck post! \o/

[cigarettestub]

SMOKE

contains: youngerdom!reader, sub!dana, eye rolling, dana's nicknames for reader, kitchen counter sex, oral sex, fingers in mouth.

description: annoying Dana although out her 12 hour shift is the only way you get to taste her tonight.

a/n: sorry for the long wait. i was swamped

wc: 1.4k

“Hey, boss. can I go out for a smoke?” you slide across the counter of the nurses’ station, wriggling your eyebrows at Dana who’s eyeing you through her glasses.

She let out a breath, not finding your tactics amusing. “You were just out for one, weren’t ya?”

You gave her a shrug and looked down as you pick at your cuticles, as well as to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape your throat.

“What can I say? Being an R3 is tough.”

“You’ll fry off your lungs before you even finish your residency, kid.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, a groan following soon after. “Quit calling me that. I’m not one of your nasty children.”

Dana’s lips quirked into a smirk at your reaction, her head shaking when your face scrunched into a scowl. “Yet you’re here acting like one.”

Your head snapped up at her comeback, mouth hung open as if you just heard the most painful insult.

“And that’s why i’m going out for a smoke.”

“You better watch it, doctor. Being stubborn won’t get ya anywhere.” Dana scolded, her voice now turning serious and has that cold edge that you love.

You didn’t turn around to respond, instead you waved a hand at her before sliding through the exit.

It wasn’t long before the both of you arrived at your shared house—Dana’s house, to be exact. Her kids moved out and you moved in, although they pay the two of you visits from time to time.

The car ride was silent, you were focused on the road while Dana was looking out the window—but you can tell that she wanted nothing to do with you.

You’ve been getting on her nerves all day. Running your mouth to the med students around her, going out for a smoke after every patient, and joining Santos on her bitchiness spree.

She wasn’t having any of it. It was on purpose though. You always knew how to get her worked up, and even though this “method” of yours is dangerous because you can’t really predict Dana’s reaction—it’s surprisingly effective.

When you stepped inside the house, Dana walked ahead and entered the kitchen to cook whatever she could find for the both of you.

You were left behind, dropping your keys to the bowl on top of the drawer at the entrance, hanging your jacket to the clothing rack, and taking off your shoes before following suite.

Dana was already frying eggs and bacon on the barely heated pan and you slowly creeped up behind her, hands snaking around her waist.

You could tell that she was taken aback by how quickly she got tensed, but she eventually relaxed into your touch—a relieved sigh escaping her mouth that she didn’t even hear.

“You mad at me?” you mumbled against her silver hair, your thumbs sliding up and down her sides.

Dana shook her head, hand resting on your wrist as she craned her head to face you. “You were getting on my nerves. But, that’s your purpose in my life huh?” she chuckled, head shaking.

“You know i’m only trying to make your life shine brighter.” you whispered and pressed a kiss behind her ear that sent a shiver down Dana’s spine.

“Because I love you..” you trailed off, the same way your lips trailed kisses from her jaw down to her neck—where you left tiny bruises on her pulse point that made her whimper.

“And I want you to feel good. So, so good.”

Dana’s back slightly arched when your hands went under her shirt, you pulled down her bra and fumbled with her now hardened nipples—her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth as her wetness pooled between her legs.

“Fuck..” she whispered and leaned further into your touch.

Your right hand fumbled with the stove to turn it off and you swung Dana around, making her face you and her flushed face.

Her eyes looked up hungrily into yours, orbs travelling from your lips and back into your eyes.

Dana didn’t say anything, instead she pulled you into a kiss—her tongue immediately slipping inside your mouth that you eagerly took in. You sucked gently on the muscle, your hands coming down to squeeze her ass that made her tiptoe.

The kiss you shared became sloppy and it wasn’t long before Dana was sat on the counter with you standing between her legs—your hands squeezing her bare tits as you discarded her shirt and bra moments ago.

You pulled away from the kiss, your mouth moving to her collarbone then to her chest before you took one of her nipples in your mouth.

Dana’s eyes closed, her hands springing to clutch your hair as you sucked hungrily on her breast.

You alternated between her right and left tit, hand massaging one as you sucked the other.

“Wanna taste you.” you whispered and slowly got down on your knees as you looked up at Dana’s lazy eyes, your hands tugging at the waistband of her sweats that made her lift her hips.

You took them off, slowly sliding them down her legs that made Dana bite down on her lip as the soft material tickled her skin.

Once they were off, you spread her legs wider—mouth watering at the sight of her sopping wet cunt just waiting eagerly for your tongue.

Dana’s hand went behind your head, as if pushing you towards her heat.

You chuckled and pulled her hand down. “Eager, huh?” you teased, earning an eye roll from the woman.

“A picture’ll make it last longer.”

“I can’t taste a picture, sweetheart.” you grinned and leaned froward to lick a bold stripe up her slit, her back arching at the sudden sensation.

You sucked on her clit, your thumb teasing her entrance—finger going in and out just slightly to make her pussy twitch and clench hungrily around nothing.

She whined, a rare sound that you could ever hear from Dana, and that pushed you over to the edge.

You made out with her pussy, tongue licking her hole while your thumb pressed tightly on her swollen clit.

You eventually pulled your tongue out, and before Dana could even protest—you replaced it with your fingers, her walls so slick that you easily slid a third finger in.

Dana’s eyes rolled, her mouth hanging open as various curses escaped her throat. Her hips buckled forward, her hole swallowing the entirety of your fingers’ lengths that made a delirious sound echo in the kitchen.

“You feeling good, baby?” you smiled against her clit, eyes looking up to find Dana’s face scrunched up with her hands fumbling with her tits.

“F-fuck.. yes.” she slurred, making you grin and twist your fingers to rub her clit with your thumb.

Dana practically screamed at the added pleasure, her chest starting to heave when a familiar knot started forming in her stomach.

Her hands grasped at everything, your fingers sliding in and out of her at a deliberate pace that made sloppy sounds from how wet she is.

You took notice of the way Dana’s thighs flexed and how her moans started getting louder, your mouth replacing your thumb’s place on her clit—tongue flicking over the sensitive nub as you helped Dana cum.

“Fucking c-christ.. i’m cumming.” she trembled, eyes shutting tightly.

Dana’s hands flew up to your head as she pressed it forward, her breathing getting heavy as you ate her out and fucked her most sensitive spot with your fingers.

It didn’t take long before Dana’s cum started coating your fingers, her legs trembling harshly as she came hard on your fingers.

You grinned at the sight of your fingers drenched in her cum, and you slowed down your pace—only wanting to help her come down from her high.

Dana’s brows furrowed and she whined before pushing your hand away.

And you did, knowing that she was starting to get overstimulated.

You slowly pulled your fingers out, seeing moe of Dana’s cum gush out of her pussy.

“Came hard, didn’t you?” you teased, earning a flick to the forehead from Dana.

You got up from your knees and stared intensely into her eyes as you slipped your cum-coated fingers inside your mouth, tongue licking your digits clean before releasing them with a pop.

“You rascal.” Dana grinned and pulled you down for a kiss, her tongue entering your mouth once more as you shared her cum on your tongue.

[tveitertotwrites]

Hey! Just wanted to see how you are doing!

Hey anon! Thank you for this ask!

To be honest I am doing okay but not great.

I am currently starting my gap year away from college which feels very hard to do especially since I am so close to finishing (and most people I know irl has either graduated or is graduating soon) but due to financial reasons, it wasn't possible to finish without taking time off to find work and save up for a year or so.

I just started working a job recently so I have been busy with learning the ropes of that and having an odd schedule so I haven't done much writing recently, which is something that I want to do now that I am not writing for college classes currently.

However I did start watching The Pitt recently and have finished all of season 1 so far (haven't started season 2 yet). I did start writing a fic for The Pitt but like I said above, not much has been written.

Once I get more adjusted to my work schedule I hope to be more active on here again (I need to catch up on the last few weeks of the book club first, then I'll work on other stuff). I miss writing for my mc's and oc's so I hope I can do that soon.

[ryan-sometimes]

When people justify using gen AI by talking about how it allows them to do (insert creative hobby) it sends me into a blind rage. The whole point of the creative hobby is to use your brain. Having a machine do it for you defeats the purpose. That’s like saying you’re getting into running marathons then just driving the 42km

[mysterious-gizem]