How about Meg Turney on a podcast and as a surprise, the other's got her favorite author? (Future S/o) Like how she would be and so on. After the podcast he asks her if she wants to go to dinner. Maybe it can end with the two becoming a couple? Thanks friend. :)
You were nervous about appearing on a filmed podcast. Especiallywhen you found out Meg Turney was a fan of yours and you were surprising her byappearing on the show.
She squeaked as you stepped onto the set, jumping up to offer youa hug. You happily stepped into it and settled onto the huge beanbag besideher. You caught yourself blushing as she gushed about your books, but she hungonto every word and launched into discussions with an intelligence thatengrossed you.
Within moments of the show ending, Meg was asking you morequestions “Seriously, where did the inspiration come from for the third book? Iwould have run out ideas by then!”
“I could answer that…maybe over dinner?” you asked.
Suddenly her expression changed, and you regretted asking her, butshe quickly smiled in response “You might regret that, I have a lot ofquestions!”
Yo, could I request a Meg x Reader where the two of you are stuck somewhere (e.g. closet, basement?) Thanks
“Oops sorry!” you smiled as you bumped into Meg in the tiny supplycloset.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got what I need,” she replied. Meg turned and wentto open the door but she caught your attention with a gasp. You turned aroundand saw a door handle in her hands…but not attached to the door.
“How did that happen?!” was all you could ask.
“I don’t know, it just fell off!”
The door wouldn’t open, no matter how much you pushed it or tried to unlockit with a hair pin. No one could hear the shouts and bangs on the door eitherand the signal in there was unreliable at best.
You slumped down to the floor after an hour, pulling your t-shirt off “Hopeyou don’t mind,” you shrugged as beads of sweat poured down you. The room wasstifling and warm, and the physical attempts with the door had made you sweatmore.
“When did you get shredded?” she whispered.
You felt suddenly self-conscious, attempting to cover yourself up “Ohwell I’ve just been going to the gym more often.”
Meg sat down beside you, attempting to make another call “Nothing again,”she sighed. You could feel her warmth and pressure of her body against yourside. You wouldn’t admit how much you enjoyed it and you were lost in yourthoughts when Meg’s phone made you jump “Gavin? Yes we’re locked in the supplycloset! Me and Y/N! Can you get us out? Gav? Disconnected again, but he said he’son his way.”
After what felt like another eternity, you heard the door open and felta rush of cool air “Thank God!” Meg laughed, jumping into her boyfriend’s arms.
You stretched your legs and back as you stood up and finally left the room“Hell when did Y/N get a six pack?” Jeremy asked, you hurriedly shoved yourshirt back on and tried to avoid the stares while blushing.
Pairing : Meg2.0 x Vamp!Reader
Word count : 2,313
Warning : touch of smut. Feeding, Drugging, touch of violence. Does this count as blood play?
A/N : Got this idea a while back listening to Creature Of The Night by The Creepshow.
I died once. Long ago. I became a legend of sorts. A myth, if you will. You see, they tell the tale of a blood thirsty creature who roams in the night. Lurking cemeteries. That’d be me. I became a horror story people tell their kids so they don’t break curfew. Or, if you say my name three times at my grave, I’ll come and grant you eternal life with a bite. They get bit alright, but not by me. There’s a lot of mosquitoes and bugs around. I mean, it is a cemetery, what do people expect. Open space, lots of plants and flowers, and plenty of rotting flesh.
Anyways. Back to the story at hand.
The stories aren’t totally wrong.. I do roam the cemetery, I do crave blood, and I do lurk in a possibly stalkerish manner. But I mostly just lurk one person. Her. I loved her. She was mine, once upon a time. It felt like a couple of lifetimes ago, not the 12 years it’s really been. I doubt she remembers me. But I remember her. Every little detail, even the things you can’t see. I watch her, unseen from the shadows. She’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Even now. I can see her, sitting down for dinner, wearing sweats and.. “Hey, that’s my shirt.” I chuckle. “Maybe she does remember me..”
When she comes out to put out the garbage, I’m in the shadows again, watching quietly. As she dusts off her hands, she looks around. I realize I slipped up this time when her eyes meet mine, and I see fear. She runs into the house, and I disappear. “Fuck.” I groan, sliding to the ground in some alley behind a bar. I’m hoping that maybe she thinks she’s just seeing things. I mean, I’m dead, right?
When I return, a few weeks later, she’s gone. Her stuff is all there, the neighbors are saying she just changed one day, acted a bit weird, then simply seemed to vanish. Not into thin air, but suddenly no one saw her, and she just wasn’t home.
I’ll find her. I have all eternity. Maybe I’ll finally make the other part of my legend true. Maybe I’ll finally give someone eternal life. Though it’s not a bite. I learned that first hand, obviously.
When I find her again, she’s sitting by a swamp. I wearily step closer, opening my mouth to speak, but her voice hits first, music to my ears. “How long?”
I sighed. “Since after the funeral.”
“If I dig up your grave, what will I find?” She still hasn’t looked at me.
“Nothing.. It’s empty.” I swallowed. “Why did you leave home?”
“She has so many memories of you.” My brow furrows, confused. “I like them.”
“Who does?”
“My meat suit.” She finally turns to look at me. “So many emotions when I look at you. Fear, anger, love, lust.. You make my meat suit all dewy.” She chuckles.
“Meat suit?”
“I go by Meg. It’s the name of my last meat suit, and it stuck. I like it. I like it better than this one’s name.” She shrugs.
I watch her for a bit, taking in everything she’s said so far. “You’re a demon…” I breath out.
“Ding ding ding, tell her what she’s won, Bob.” She grins as I glance down at the ground.
I feel my mutated heart aching for her. Aching to hold her, love her again. But I know it’s not really her. And yet, I don’t mind this version of her either. I just need her in my arms again. I need her skin against mine. Those soft lips, that beautifully alluring voice only she has. I need them in my life again. “Please..”
“You still love her.” I look up, my eyes meeting the eyes I loved for years. I nod. “She still loves you.”
My eyes close, a tear running down my cheek. I waited 12 years to hear those words. “Let her go. Please. Let me have her back if she’ll have me.”
I hear her stand, and I hear her steps, but I’m still surprised at how close her voice is when she speaks. “I’ll have you.” I open my eyes, and look into hers. “You look like fun, my little bloodthirsty Unicorn.” She cups my cheek, and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips on mine, they feel like home. I nod, unable to speak. That’s how much I had missed it. “Good. Let’s go have a little fun.” Her arm goes around me, and mine around her as we start walking. I don’t know where to, and I don’t care enough to ask. I’d go anywhere with her.
Sitting by the bar in a tiny dress, I bite my lip as he buys me a drink. I turn away, and he thinks I don’t see what he slips in the drink. What a piece of shit. I roll my eyes before turning back to him, fake smile plastered all over my face as I take the drink and ignore the hand moving up my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her jaw clench, but it’s part of the game. She hates it, but it’s what she needs me to do.
I drink the too strong drink he ordered and drugged, and for an instant, my head spins. But only for an instant. It doesn’t stop me from playing it up, acting how I have to act. He takes it, hook line and sinker as he helps me slip down from the stool, his hand on my ass as he escorts me to the door, high-fiving a friend on the way past.
Just for the fun of it, I glance at his friend, and wink. When he smiles at me, I flash my fangs, and I see the terror take over his face. He calls out, trying to warn him, but it falls on deaf ears. When he’s got ass this good, and he’s positive it’s a sure thing, he doesn’t give a fuck.
In his place now, he has my back against the wall, my panties around my knees as he works my clit. I’m panting, biting my lip. He might be an asshole, but he’s good. And then the doorbell rings. Confused, he answers it. “Who the fuck are you?”
“That’s my girlfriend, Meg.” I lick my lips as she smirks, then turn to him. “I got so caught up in you, I forgot to tell you about her. I’m sorry.” Meg licks her pump, full lips and he’s done for.
“Come on in, sweet thing.” He smirks at her.
He’s tied down, bleeding and bruised. He whimpers around the gag in his mouth, my forehead on his. I’m not sure if it’s pleasure, or pain, or both. I’m on my hands and knees over him, Meg behind me eating me out. As I cum, I cry out right before biting into him again, drinking down the warm liquid. “Mmm.. So good.” I groan as I move off him.
Meg moves up over him now, her eyes flicking black. “You tried to take advantage of what’s mine, asshole.” She growled. “We could have did this the fun way for you. Now, we do this the fun way for us.” She licks up his face. “I kinda want to fuck him while you eat me.. Maybe we should have did that before I let you eat.” She glanced at me. “He’s so soft now.” She pouted as she played with his flaccid cock.
“Next time, Baby. There’s always tomorrow night.” I lean in and kiss her.
We leave him there, bleeding out as we get dressed and start to leave. She hangs back as I step outside. “Next time, asshole..” She glances back at him. “If something seems too good to be true, it is. What am I saying, there won’t be a next time.” And with a twist of her wrist, she snaps his neck.
As we hit the street, the cool night air blowing our hair into our faces, she tucks my hair behind my ear before licking blood off my face. I blush, and giggle softly, something that always makes her smile.
Waking up, I find myself alone, again. It happens from time to time. She rushes off somewhere, sometimes summoned, which she can’t help, but she always comes back. Never staying away for more than a few days. I asked her about it once, and I got vague answers. Something about helping a friend named Clarence. It was safer if he didn’t know about me, and I didn’t know about him. There was a number tucked away in case of emergencies though. None ever came up, so I always left it alone.
She returned while I was in the shower. She quietly slipped in, her hands going over my waist, then down my stomach. “You look so good soaking wet.” She purred in my ear, one of her hands going between my thighs.
“Good to have you home, Meg.” I smiled, turning my head to meet her waiting lips. I moaned as she slipped a finger past my folds. Her returns always went like this. Though not always in the shower. She held me tight, my hips glued to hers, my ass grinding against her as I tried to roll my hips against her hand. “Fuck..”
Finally, she let up enough for me to turn, and pushed me against the tile wall. I bit my lower lip, my hand going between her thighs, fingers finding her clit. “I love coming back to you. You know how to welcome a girl with open legs.” She grinned.
We both stood in the shower, panting together, pleasuring each other, my fingers matching hers as they moved. “Meg..” I breathed out, my knees going weak as she grinned and slipped two fingers inside and hooked them.
“Cum for me, my little unicorn.” She mouthed at my neck. “I love how you look when you cum for me.”
My head was back against the tile, bottom lip between my teeth. I couldn’t stop the sounds I made, nor did I want to. My free hand gripped her hip, holding her tight against me and I started to tense and shake. She encouraged me, moaning out praise, building me up until I came crashing back down with a cry of her name. She sucked a mark onto my neck, just below my jaw as I shook against her.
“Good girl.” She smiled before her lips met mine again. When our lips parted, she sucked one of her fingers clean before offering me the other, and I gladly took it in my mouth. My tongue swirling around her digit had her moaning. “I love that tongue.”
“Good. Because it’s your turn.” I smiled, getting her to switch places with me so her back was to the wall, then I got on my knees in front of her. She got comfortable, her full lips parted as my tongue came out and licked her slit. I looked up at her with the next lick, saw her close her eyes with a moan.
I parted her lips with one hand, the other gripped her ass tight and I dove in like a starved mad man. I never could get enough of her taste. Her head went back against the tiles with a tug of my hair and a whisper of “Fuck, I love you.”
I woke up during the night to a smell. A smell that didn’t belong. I turned my head, glancing at Meg, her arm across my stomach, her face next to mine, and her hair a tangle surrounding us both. I gently kissed her lips, before slipping out of bed. The smell was wrong. It was danger.
I crept out into the hall as I pulled an oversized t-shirt over my head. I moved silently, like the hunter I was. Whoever was in my house, wasn’t as quiet as they thought. And not as quiet as me. I could smell him before I could see him. But one scent overpowered the others, so I was surprised to find more that one person. “Hunters.” I growled, teeth showing.
“Pay up, Sammy. I told you it was a vamp.”
“Shut up, Dean, there was also signs of a demon.”
“I’m not letting you near her.” I stood protectively between them, and my bedroom.
“Oh shit, are you playing fucking house with a demon in here?” He stepped closer.
I snarled at him, fangs out and ready to rip him apart if he went for her. “You aren’t fucking touching her. I’ll die before I let yo-”
I was slammed against the wall, air knocked out of me and his machete at my throat. “Then you’ll die like the blood sucker you are.” He spat in disgust.
“Dean…”
“What?”
“Hi, Clarence.” They all turned, Meg stood in the hall just a foot away from me. I looked to her, wondering, confused. Clarence was a hunter?
A man with a trench coat stepped forward. “Meg. What are you doing here?”
“Let her go, Dean.” She told the hunter, her eyes still on the man in the trench coat.
“Like fuck I will. She-”
“She drinks from animals, mostly. 13 years as a vamp, and she’s never drained anyone. Just a sip here and there from assholes no one would miss. The kinda guys who drug women in bars. Does everyone a fucking service scaring them. ” She shoots him a glare. “Let her go.”
The hunter glared at you, and you retracted your fangs. “Who is she?” Asked the man in the trench coat.
“Does it matter, Cas?” The hunter, Dean, asked.
“You aren’t my only Unicorn, Clarence.” She told Cas.
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Hey!! Can u possibly do Christmas dinner with Gav ? Or Gav and Meg x reader if u still write her! Thank u <3
i do still write meg ! (ray too, if anyone was wondering) <3 they may not be with rt/ah anymore but i still love them...
“I’m still sorry you couldn’t go home.” You say, a slight frown on your face and twirling your fork through your food.
“And I still wish you’d stop that.” Gavin pokes you in the side, shakes his head. “You’re not home technically either, ya know.”
“My home is with you and Meg.” You say firmly. “Visiting family is fine but they’re not you guys.”
“Aw, babe!” Meg says, entering the living room with a small Columbo trailing behind her.
“If you’ll be fine, I’ll be fine. We’re going to Turney’s tomorrow anyway, that’ll be a time.” Gavin says.
“I have a name you know.” Meg rolls her eyes as she sits back down at the table. You all had pretty much finished up the food and were working on dessert now.
“What, really? I never knew!” You tease.
“You sure knew it last night.” Gavin mumbles around his bite of dessert and you can’t do anything but sputter in response.
Do u the think u could do a meg fahc where reader is a mechanic for the cockbytes and meg needs information but ends up flirting instead? great writing btw
Thank you, sorry it’s taken so long to write this but I hope you understand - P
You rolled out from under a car when you hearda knocking at the door. No one ever knocked, the crew would always storm in toyour shop without a word of warning. You rolled your head to the side to see awoman looking curiously around, her eyes memorising details “Can I help you?”you called you, wiping your hands on an oily rag.
“Oh!” she jumped, she flashed you a sparklingsmile “My bike just broke down, I managed to push it to here. Could you have alook at it? I’ll pay whatever,” she added, her voice suddenly dropping to ahusky tone.
“Umm yeah sure,” you said, standing up from theboard you were lying on. You followed her out of the garage, your eyes castingdown to her figure that was clad in tight leathers. You scolded yourselfinternally until you reached the bike. The oil dripping from the bike made yougrimace as you noticed a huge tear in one of the pipes “Shit, what did youhit?!”
“Bullets?” she said slowly, her face spreadinto a grin.
“We’ll take it into the shop, this won’t besimple to repair,” you warned.
“Oh thank you so much!” she sighed, gentlytouching your arm.
You pushed the heavy bike inside, fixing itdown and squatting by the tear in the metal “How long have you been workinghere?” she asked curiously “I’ve never seen this place before.”“This shop is new, only been here for a few weeks,” you explained, trying to concentrateon the task. Your eyes remained focused on the bike, and you didn’t notice thegirl walking around your shop, examining the many vehicles the cockbytes owned.You noticed her jumping away from a beat-up Adder as you called out “It’s atthe very least a welding job, don’t know how much damage has been done. It’lltake at least a day to be fully repaired. There’s a phone over there if youwant to call a cab.”
She shrugged it off as you stood up, she handedover a slip of paper “This is all I can repay you until tomorrow.” She winkedbefore sauntering out of the shop, her hips swaying seductively. You shoved thepaper in your pocket, sighing dramatically.
Hi! could u do "If we die, I’m going to kill you.” With meg
“I have the feeling this could go very badly.” You say meekly, eyeing the coaster very carefully as Meg bounces along, ready to get on the ride.
“It’s only a roller coaster, babe, it doesn’t even go upside down!” Meg reassures you, grabbing and squeezing your hand.The two of you slowly inch to the front of the line and before you know it, you’re getting on the ride.
“If we die, I’m going to kill you.” You mumble to Meg and she chuckles. Honestly you don’t remember much of the ride. And you supposed it wasn’t the worst thing you’ve ever done.
“See? Not so bad.” Meg says, grinning and her hair a mess. As soon as the two of you are off the coaster and out of the way, you pull her into a kiss and tangle your hands into her hair.
“If I’d known you do that,” Meg smiles, “I would’ve brought you here earlier. Let’s go again!”
Meg giggles as she watches you play with her hair, twirling it around your finger and trying your best to braid a few strands. “I’m glad! I’m always scared that I’ll dye it too many times and it’ll start feeling all weird.”
“No,” you assure, “this hair is goddess type shit. No hair dye can ruin this. What do you even do to it to get it like this? Sacrifice animals or shit?”
Laughing a bit harder, Meg shakes her head and pushes at your shoulder playfully. “No, silly! I would never hurt an animal for something as petty as that! I guess my conditioner is just really good.”
“Well,” you say, finishing up a braid by tying it with a hair tie taken from her earlier, “I hope you keep using that stuff cause I would hate to no longer be able to just sit here and do this. You’re like, the best Barbie doll. I love it.”
Meg smiles. “No worries. Now, about that braid...”
YELLS- can I pretty pretty please get a sequel to that Gavin/Reader/Meg ficlet pleeeasee? Or like just any Gavin/Reader/Meg holy hell ( <3 u btw!! )
i’ve found my own secret hell i think - i never thought I’d like Gav/Reader/Meg as much as I do. I blame you anon. (ilu) is it a sequel? who knows
“Mmm.” Meg hums as she stretches, and even though you’re half asleep you can feel the bed shift. She scooches closer to you and wraps her arms around your waist.
“G’morning.” You mumbled.
“Hey, sleepy head.” She says brightly.
“Where’s Gav?” You ask, rolling over onto your back and she rests her head on your chest.
“Fixing breakfast.”
“Actually, he’s in the doorway and wondering if you two are gonna get up and join him.” Gavin says, leaning against the doorway. Penny had followed him into the room and started pawing at the bed and whining.
“Alright, alright.” You relent and sit up, swinging your legs off the bed.
“What about breakfast in bed?” Meg pouts.
“We’re lucky Gavin actually fixed breakfast, let’s not push it.” You reply, bumping Gavin with your hip as you pass him.
“Hey! I cook plenty!” He protests. He and Meg follow you down to the kitchen.
“But when do you cook breakfast?” Meg asked.
“Well...”
“See?” You throw him a pointed look before fixing your plate. After you all piled your plates with eggs and bacon, you settled around the table and ate, occasionally having to shoo off Smee and Penny.
“You should do this more often.” Meg said around a mouthful of food.
“What’s the occasion anyway?” You ask, wiping your mouth with your napkin and settling back into your chair.
“Well, it’s the anniversary of when we three officially got together, isn’t it?” Gavin says, before promptly stuffing some bacon into his face.
“Oh, my god.” You check your phone for the date. “It is, isn’t it?”
“We should celebrate!” Meg suggests. “Like, bevs and a movie or something?”
“What about a lazy day?” Gavin asks. “Just me and my birds?”
“I’m all for staying in the nest.” You joke, getting boo-ed by both Meg and Gavin.
“I’m in too. But - Gav’s the one to call us in sick to work.” Meg says quickly.
“Oh, yes!” You agree, chuckling.
“Oh, come on! You’re both little pricks.” Gavin grumbles, but picks up his phone anyway.
