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[lizzydr]

The Cabin

This is not a part 2 of "Nice to Meet You" haven't gotten to that yet so here's a little one shot to enjoy in the mean time ;)

Tags: TWD alternate reality, Cabin in the Woods, Age Gap Relationship, Older Man/Younger Woman, Negan Smith, Found Family Turned Lovers, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn (but not that slow), First Person POV, Dominant Negan, Dirty Talk, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Dynamics, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Vulnerability, Mutual Pining, She Was Definitely Staring/He Definitely Noticed, NSFW, Smut With Feelings

Warnings:Explicit Sexual Content Significant Age Gap (18+ protagonist) Power Imbalance Themes Voyeuristic Moment Strong Language Possessive/Dominant Male Lead Emotional Intensity Not Suitable for Minors

Word Count: 1714

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“Help me carry that log over there,” I said to Negan, who was chopping wood for our fire tonight. The weather was warm during the day, but the temperatures dropped significantly at night, so a fire was a must.

Not long after the outbreak, I got separated from my entire family and was alone in the woods for months. That’s when Negan found me. Ever since then, it’s always been the two of us, constantly scavenging for food and supplies, moving from place to place. He’s always seen me as something like his child, and I have to admit, when we met, I saw him as a father figure too. But that was three years ago, when I was eighteen. I’ve always found him charming and attractive and let’s be honest, the apocalypse didn’t leave a line of boys to drool over.

I was ready for something different with him. And I was sure he was too, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“Give me a sec, sweetheart,” Negan grunted, swinging the axe into another log. His shirt was off, and all I could focus on was his beautiful, toned, tattooed body. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and came down to help me. I wasn’t much use when it came to tasks requiring physical strength, and Negan knew that, so instead of helping me carry it, he just picked up the log like it was nothing and hauled it himself.

I followed him, watching the way his muscles moved under his skin, the way his back flexed when he dropped the log. He turned around and caught me staring.

“What?” he asked, smirking.

“Nothing,” I said, but I didn’t look away.

He picked up the log and set it on the stump. The axe came down hard, splitting the wood clean in two.

I stood there for a moment, unsure if I should say something else. The silence between us stretched, filled only by the rhythmic thud of the axe and the occasional crack of splintering wood.

He didn’t look at me again.

I hated how easily he brushed it off. Like I was still just the girl he found in the woods. Like I hadn’t changed. Like he hadn’t noticed.

But I knew he had.

The moon began to rise and the air turned colder. Negan lit the fire and sat next to me with a blanket we’d found in an abandoned house not far from the cabin. He gently draped it over both of us, and we stared into the flames for a while until I broke the silence.

“Do you ever miss it?” I asked, voice barely above the hum of the fire.

Negan didn’t look at me. “Miss what?”

“Normal life. Before everything changed.”

He was quiet for a moment, then said, “I miss hot showers. Real ones. Not the bucket-and-hope-for-the-best kind.”

I smiled. “Yeah. I miss clean sheets. And sleeping without boots on.”

He chuckled. “I miss beds that didn’t squeak every time you move. Or, y’know… do anything else.”

I turned my head toward him, raising an eyebrow.

He caught the look and smirked, then shrugged. “What? I meant tossing and turning. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” I echoed, trying not to smile too much.

He leaned forward, poking at the fire with a stick. “People forget how good it felt to just… be comfortable. Warm. Safe.”

I scooted a little closer to him, my knee brushing his, but he didn’t react.

“Well, I think that’s enough for tonight. Don’t want any unwanted company.” And with that, he got up, put out the fire, and went inside the cabin.

I stayed out a little longer, staring into the forest.

The next day I woke up and noticed Negan was already outside, working on the generator that had been broken since the day we found the cabin. His ego had been pushing him to fix it, even though it was clearly beyond repair.

“Any luck?” I asked, my tone laced with sarcasm.

He looked over at me and rolled his eyes. “If swearing at it for the past two hours counts as progress.”

“You know you could just get over yourself and admit it’s beyond your abilities.”

“Darling, I’ve been doing shit like this since before you were even born,” he remarked.

“And have you always been this successful?”

He stood up and walked right past me toward his toolbox. My head turned as he walked, his back was huge and sweaty and absolutely impossible not to stare at.

“You know, besides making bratty comments and staring at me every time my shirt’s off, you could do something more productive for our survival.”

“I wasn’t staring,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, you were,” he corrected.

“You ever think the universe doesn’t revolve around you?” I asked, letting my tone shift.

He turned slightly, smirk tugging at his lips. “I know the universe doesn’t, sweetheart. But yours? Clearly does.”

And with that, he decided to stop trying for the day. He threw his shirt over his shoulder and went inside to rinse off.

I followed him back into the cabin and sat on the small couch that doubled as a bed. I needed a distraction, something to stop me from thinking about Negan. Something to quiet the ache he refused to satisfy.

I pulled the blanket over me and let my fingers roam freely. I could only picture him, his fingers buried deep inside me.

“Oh, Negan…” I moaned.

I didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom.

I was too far gone, hips grinding, fingers slick, breath catching every time I whispered his name like it was the only word I knew. Eyes squeezed shut as I chased the edge.

And then I felt it.

That shift in the air. That heat.

I opened my eyes and there he was.

Standing in the doorway, wet hair dripping onto his bare shoulders, boxers clinging to his hips, and his cock already hard, straining against the fabric. His eyes were locked on me. Not shocked. Not angry.

Hungry.

“Well, shit,” he said, voice low and rough. “Didn’t know you were that needy for me.”

I scrambled to cover myself, heart pounding, but he was already walking toward me, slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to watch me squirm.

“You moaning my name like that,” he said, eyes dark. “You know what that does to a man like me?”

He pulled the blanket off me with one hand, exposing everything. I should’ve felt embarrassed. I should’ve felt ashamed.

But I didn’t.

“You ever been fucked by a man who’s lived long enough to know exactly what you need?” he asked, crouching beside me. “Not some boy who gets off in two minutes and leaves you aching.”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, legs trembling.

“You want Daddy to take care of you?” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Want me to show

you what it means to be ruined?”

I whimpered, hips lifting toward him.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say you want me to wreck you.”

“I want you,” I gasped. “Please, Negan. I want you to ruin me.”

He stripped off his boxers, and my breath caught. His cock was thick, flushed, heavy—and I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“Look at it,” he said. “That’s what you’ve been dreaming about. That’s what you’ve been moaning for.”

I reached for him, but he grabbed my wrist, pinning it above my head.

“Not yet,” he said. “You don’t get to touch until I say so.”

He slid down, mouth trailing over my chest, tongue circling my nipple before sucking hard. I cried out, arching into him.

“Oh baby, if only you knew how long I’ve been holding back. Pretending not to notice every time you wear that fucking tank top without a bra. Every time you ‘help me pick up the tools’ just so I get a view of your ass bent over in front of me.”

“I needed you,” I whispered.

“You need me,” he corrected. “You need a man who knows how to make you scream.” He lined himself up, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock.

“You ready to feel every inch?” he asked. “Ready to be stretched until you forget your own name?” I nodded, breathless.

He pushed in slowly, groaning as my walls clenched around him. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Tight little pussy. You were made for me.” He started to move, slow, deep thrusts that made my toes curl and my breath catch.

“You like that?” he asked. “Like Daddy’s cock filling you up?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “More.”

He picked up the pace, hips slamming into me, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the cabin.

“You’re gonna come on this cock,” he growled. “Gonna scream my name like you mean it.”

I was close, body trembling, nails digging into his back.

“You ever been fucked like this?” he asked. “Ever had a man make you come so hard you forget where you are?”

“No,” I gasped. “Only you.”

He reached down, thumb circling my clit as he pounded into me.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Show me how much you need it.”

I shattered, body arching, voice breaking, pleasure crashing over me like a wave. My vision blurred, my breath caught, and I felt myself unravel completely beneath him.

Negan didn’t slow down. He kept driving into me, chasing his own release, eyes locked on mine like he was watching me fall apart just for him.

“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s my good girl. You take it so damn well.”

His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, until he finally groaned—low, guttural—and spilled inside me, hips pressed tight, body trembling against mine.

He collapsed over me, breath hot against my neck, one hand gripping the cushion beside my head like he needed it to stay grounded.

For a moment, we were silent.

Just the sound of our breathing. The distant hum of the forest outside. The warmth of his body still inside mine.

Then he chuckled, low, wicked, satisfied.

“Still think the universe doesn’t revolve around me?” he asked.

I smiled, dazed, fingers trailing up his spine.

“No,” I whispered. “Mine does.”

He kissed my shoulder, then leaned back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“You’re mine now.” 

[lizzydr]

How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

[lizzydr]

Nice to Meet You

Hello everyone! This is officially my first post and fic! I really hope you enjoy it. I am still new to writing so I am looking forward to suggestions, requests etc. This is part 1, part 2 will be more explicit but I wanted to hear some opinions on this first, before I get into it :).

enjoy <3

Tags: F/M, dad's best friend, boyfriend, protective, older man, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/reader, first person POV

Warnings: age gap (legal), jealousy, possessiveness, harsh language, dirty talk, implied sex.

Word Count: 1316

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“Honey, come set the table!” my mom yelled as I was in my room picking out an outfit for tonight.

We were having guests over for dinner, which wasn’t unusual. Neither was the company. It was just going to be my dad’s best friend, Jeff, someone he’s known since high school and I’ve known since birth.

The only unusual part, and the reason I was a little more excited than usual, was that my boyfriend Ben was also coming over. I’ll admit, at first I thought it was odd. He was never really keen on meeting my family. But I was happy he’d changed his mind. He’d been acting kind of distant lately—not answering his phone, making up random excuses every time I wanted to see him—so maybe this was his way of apologizing.

As 8:00 p.m. approached, I heard a knock on the door. It was Jeff.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted me with a hug, and I hugged him back. “How’ve you been?” he asked with that sweet, caring smile that always cheered me up, even as a kid. “Oh, you know. School. The usual boring crap.” “Are we expecting someone else?” he asked, eyeing my outfit—a jean skirt that hit just above mid-thigh and an off-the-shoulder fitted top that hugged my waist perfectly. I wanted something borderline sexy but still family-dinner appropriate.

Jeff looked at me with a mix of curiosity and a cheeky smile. He wasn’t used to seeing me like this, usually I was in sweats when he came over. But hey, if I managed to impress my dad’s fifty-year-old best friend (who, by the way, was still pretty good-looking), I was going to have no problem with Ben. Teenage boys are impressed by everything.

“Well, as a matter of fact, we are,” I said, a little excited. “My boyfriend is coming over for dinner and meeting Mom and Dad for the first time!” “Oh, is that so?” Jeff said, with a hint of cocky superiority. “Just so you know, you picked a bad night to invite him.” “And why’s that?” I giggled. “Because, doll, he needs to make a good impression, not just on your dad, but on me. I’ve known you all your life, and I can’t have you dating an asshole. Especially with boys your age, that’s not exactly uncommon.” He winked and went off to greet my parents.

After what felt like forever, there was another knock on the door. Over thirty minutes late.

Jeff, already seated at the dinner table, didn’t miss a beat. His judgmental stare locked in.

I rushed to open the door and greeted Ben with a hug and a kiss, but something felt... off. I tried to ignore it as we walked into the dining area, where my parents and Jeff were waiting.

Ben introduced himself to my mom and dad, who, despite the delay and his empty hands, seemed charmed. Then he turned to the tall, broad figure standing last in line.

“Hi, I’m—” “Ben, I know. I’m Jeffrey, her dad’s best friend.” A brief pause. “I see you’ve brought no flowers for your girl. Maybe if you had, it would’ve compensated for your delay?” Jeff’s tone was unsettling. My stomach knotted.

“I’m sorry, Je—sir… I was in a bit of a rush,” Ben stammered, quickly taking a seat beside me, across from Jeff.

Dinner went on fairly standard. My parents asked Ben about his future, his interests. Jeff just sat back, arms crossed, observing.

After dessert, my dad got an emergency call from the hospital. He worked in the ER, so late-night calls weren’t rare. He excused himself and left. My mom decided to bring leftover cake to the neighbors, since she’d borrowed eggs and flour from them earlier.

That left just Ben, Jeff, and me.

As soon as my mom left, Ben asked to speak to me privately. Said there was something he needed to talk about.

We went up to my room, leaving Jeff to clean up.

“Look… there’s something I need to confess, and you’re probably not gonna like it…” My stomach dropped. My heart raced. I felt where this was going. “I’ve been seeing someone else for a while now. I’m breaking up with you.”

I felt dizzy. Everything fell into place - the missed calls, the excuses, the sudden dinner invite. A wave of anger surged through me.

“YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!” I screamed. “You really came here, empty-handed and over thirty minutes late, to meet my parents after I hadn’t seen you in weeks, only to break up with me?!” He just sat there, unfazed. “Jeff was right! You are an asshole!” I cried.

I was sure Jeff had heard me. He’d come check on us any second.

“Really? That’s who you take relationship advice from? That’s sad,” Ben spat.

Not even a second later, my door slammed open.

Jeff entered without a word. He saw me crying on the bed, looked at Ben, and approached him in silence. He grabbed Ben by the shirt, dragged him out of my room, and slammed the door shut.

I was in shock. Everything was happening so fast. My heart was racing. I felt like I was going to faint, until I heard a loud thud downstairs.

I rushed down.

Jeff had Ben pinned against the wall.

“What happened? Where did that cocky little shit act go?” Jeff growled through gritted teeth.

Ben was on the verge of tears. I’d never seen Jeff like this, and something about it was... hot.

“She gave you loyalty, time, and respect. You gave her lies, excuses, and whatever half-hard, two-minute pity fuck you call intimacy. You fuck like you’re scared of your own dick. Like you’re racing the clock before your ego collapses.”

Ben squirmed. Jeff didn’t loosen his grip.

“You’re not a man. You’re a placeholder. A warm body she tolerated while hoping you’d grow into someone worth her time.” His voice was sharp. Brutal.

He let go. Ben collapsed like a sack of garbage.

“Get out,” Jeff said, voice like steel. “Before I make you piss yourself in front of the neighbors and walk home with your dignity leaking down your leg.”

Ben scrambled up, humiliated, face burning, stumbling toward the door like a kicked mutt.

Jeff looked at me. His eyes were still blazing. He looked incredibly attractive all worked up. And the way he spoke to Ben? It made my knees weak.

“I knew he’d be an asshole,” he said. “Before I even saw his face. Before he opened his mouth. I knew.”

I swallowed hard, heat crawling up my neck.

“He looked at you like you were optional,” Jeff continued, voice tightening. “Like you were lucky to have him. And I wanted to rip his fucking throat out.”

His hand came up, fingers curling around the back of my neck, possessive, grounding.

“I’ve watched you for quite some time,” he whispered. “Watched you grow into someone no boy could ever deserve.”

He leaned in, breath hot against my ear.

“He gave you excuses. I’ll give you hours.”

My breath hitched.

“I’ll give you slow touches, deep kisses, and every filthy thing you’ve ever been too afraid to ask for.” His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“I want you trembling. I want you wrecked. I want you moaning my name so loud the neighbors forget theirs.”

I gasped, but he didn’t stop.

“I want to erase every second he ever touched you. Replace it with something real. Something that makes you feel.” His lips brushed my jaw, then my neck, slow, deliberate.

“You deserve to be worshipped,” he murmured. “And I’ve been starving for the chance.”

I looked up at him, eyes wide, body burning.

“Then take me.”

His smile was dark, reverent, and absolutely lethal.

“I’m not taking you,” he said, voice like velvet over fire. “I’m claiming you.”

[lizzydr]

Blog introo <3

Hii I am Liz (short for Eliza)

my pronouns are she/her

I love reading fan fiction and since recently I have been writing some stuff soo I made this blog to share them xx

English is not my first language but I’ve been studying it since I was little so it might not be 100% perfect all the time

I am just starting out so please be kind I am open to any requests

FANFICS DO AND WILL INCLUDE EXPLICIT CONTENT!

I will mainly be writing F/M dynamics but once again I am open to other suggestions

Fandoms: MCU, TWD mainly (so you can expect a lot of JDM and Negan content as well as anyone else from the series)

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