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˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ The Smutty Master List (18+) ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

Updated 15th August 2026

*This list of smutty fics has been written with AI assistance* I used to hate AI and anything that it had touched but I'm trying something new and it's kind of fun*

✩⁺˚ ˚⁺✩ Daryl Dixon x you x Merle Dixon ✩⁺˚ ˚⁺✩

T/W for all of the below: Explicit Sexual Content, Threesome / MMF Polyamorous Sex, Incest, Dirty Talk / Degradation Kink.

The First Time

Chastity Is Key

Fulfil My Fantasies & Prove Your Loyalty To Us

Ain't sharin' ya with no one but family.

Free use by the Dixons

Smutty threesome

Sharin' Is Carin'

Ch1. Trade t/w: drug use

Ch2. Trade t/w: drug use

Ch3. Trade t/w: drug use + sex in public

Ch4. Trade t/w: drug use

Ch5. Trade t/w: drug use

We'll bring you home t/w dubcon + underaged drinking. Merle and Daryl get you drunk in their truck.

Merle Calls the Shots - t/w mild incest and voyeurism

#Beingbredbythedixons/Pregnancy

Gonna fuck ya careful now

Bred by the Dixons

Daryl Dixonx You x Merle dixon w/ Rick Grimes as voyeur

Family? Oh, we're closer'n that, officer

Daryl Dixonx You x Merle dixon w/ Shane Walsh

Filled and Leaking : Shane Walsh decides he wants a look at what the Dixons brothers have. t/w creampie, sloppy seconds, cum play, degradation, breeding kink, dubcon,

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｡.｡:∞♡ Merle Calls the Shots ♡∞:｡.｡ 18+

Summary: Daryl brings you back to the trailer where his older brother stumbles across the two of you.

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sexual explicit, mild incest and voyeurism.

Daryl’s bike growled low as he rolled up to the house with you pressed against his back and arms wrapped around his middle. He killed the engine and swung his leg over the bike hauling you off with him in one rough motion.

“Inside” he muttered, already pushing the door of the trailer open with his shoulder. The place was dark. Merle was out being a menace no doubt.

He barely got the door shut before his mouth was on yours. He had a sharp taste of tobacco. Jackets hit the floor. Boots kicked off. He backed you straight towards the stained couch, hands already under your shirt, yanking it up and off. You went for his belt at the same time he went for yours. By the time the backs of your knees hit the couch, both of you were half naked and breathing hard.

Daryl shoved you down and got your pants the rest of the way off with one hard tug. He didn’t bother with niceties. Just spit on his fingers, worked you open roughly, then lined himself up and pushed in.

You were already moving with him, legs hooked around his waist, when the front door creaked open.

“Well, goddamn.”

Daryl froze midthrust, still buried deep inside you. His head snapped toward the doorway. Merle stood there in the shadows, one eyebrow up, a slow, filthy grin spreading across his face. He let the door swing shut behind him and leaned a shoulder against the wall.

“Look at that. Little brother’s finally gettin’ some. And he didn’t even lock the fuckin’ door.” Daryl’s jaw locked. He didn’t pull out. Just stayed right where he was, hips pressed flush to yours, eyes locked on his brother.

Merle pushed off the wall and walked closer, boots heavy on the floor. He stopped at the edge of the couch, looking down at the two of you. Daryl still fully inside you, your legs still wrapped around him, both of you flushed and breathing hard.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Merle said, voice low and amused. “I ain’t never seen you fuck before. Figure I might as well get the full show.”

Daryl’s hands tightened on your hips. For a second it looked like he might shove Merle back or tell him to get the hell out. Instead he rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, driving deeper into you while he stared his brother down.

Merle’s grin widened.

“That’s it. Keep goin’. I wanna watch you ruin that hole.”

Daryl started moving again, harder this time, the wet sound of him fucking you filling the room. Merle stayed right there, watching every thrust, every time Daryl bottomed out and made you gasp. His hand drifted down to adjust himself through his jeans.

“Pretty little thing,” Merle murmured, eyes flicking between your face and the place where his brother’s cock was disappearing into you. “You like gettin’ fucked while I watch, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer. Daryl just kept pounding into you, one hand braced on the back of the couch, the other gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. Every time Merle spoke, Daryl’s rhythm got rougher.

Merle chuckled, low and dirty.

“Go on then. Fill ‘em up. I wanna see it leak out when you’re done.”

Daryl’s breath stuttered. His hips snapped forward hard, once, twice, then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a grunt. He ground his hips against yours while he pulsed inside you.

Merle watched the whole thing still rubbing himself through his pants.

When Daryl finally pulled out. Merle placed a hand on your leg before you could close your legs.

“Uh uh. Leave ‘em open. I ain’t done lookin’ yet.”

Daryl sat back on his heels, chest heaving, watching his brother with a complicated mix of irritation. Merle just smirked and kept your legs spread, eyes fixed on the mess Daryl had left between them.

“My turn next,” Merle said, almost conversational. “Unless little brother wants to go again while I hold you open for him.”

Daryl’s eyes flicked to yours and stayed there for a long second. He saw the way your breathing hadn’t settled, the way your legs hadn’t closed even after Merle lifted his hand. You didn’t look away as he studied the flushed face and the flash of eagerness in your eyes.

He didn’t ask. He just pushed your thighs wider again, lined himself back up while he was still half hard and slick from the first round, and sank into you in one long, deliberate thrust. The stretch was easier this time, wetter, and the sound that left you was closer to a moan than anything else.

Merle let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Look at that. Already takin’ it again like a good little whore. Didn’t even put up a fight.”

Daryl’s hands settled on your hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks. He started moving, slower at first, deeper, dragging every inch out before pushing back in to the hilt. His eyes never left yours, but he was fully aware of Merle standing right there, watching every wet slide of his cock.

You didn’t tell him to stop. Didn’t push him off. Your legs stayed open and your hands found his forearms, fingers digging in as he fucked you through the aftershocks of the first round. The overstimulation made everything sharper, hotter, and the fact that Merle was still standing over the two of you only fed it.

Merle shifted closer, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. He reached down and brushed his fingers over the place where Daryl was buried in you. Daryl didn’t stop him. Just kept thrusting while Merle’s fingers traced your slick rim.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Merle muttered. “You like me watchin’, don’t you? Look how wet you got.” Daryl’s rhythm picked up. His jaw was tight, breath coming harder through his nose. Every time Merle spoke, Daryl drove in a little rougher, like he was answering without words. You could feel him getting fully hard again inside you.

Merle’s hand came down and pinned one of your wrists to the couch above your head. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to hold you there while Daryl fucked you open for both of them to see.

“That’s it,” Merle said, voice rough. “Take it. Let him fill you up again while I watch. Next time it’s gonna be me.”

Daryl’s hips snapped forward harder. His grip on your other hip tightened until it ached. He was close already, enjoying the wet, filthy sound of him driving into you.

You arched up into the next thrust and let both brothers watch you take it.

Merle’s hand stayed locked around your wrist, pinning it to the couch while Daryl kept driving into you. The older brother’s eyes were darker now, the earlier amusement sharpening into something heavier.

“Slow down,” Merle ordered, voice flat and low. Daryl’s hips stuttered for half a second. He didn’t pull out, but the rhythm eased just enough that Merle could lean in closer. The older Dixon reached down and had his fingers sliding between your bodies to press against your clit in slow, deliberate circles while his brother was still buried inside you.

“That’s better,” Merle murmured. “You don’t get to rush this. Not while I’m here.”

Daryl’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t argue. He held still deeper than before, cock throbbing inside you, waiting while Merle worked you with his fingers. Every time you tried to roll your hips for more, Merle’s hand tightened on your wrist and his voice cut in again.

“Stay still. He’s gonna fuck you when I say, not when you want it.”

Daryl’s breathing had gone rough. He was fully hard again, aching with the need to move, but Merle kept control with his fingers rubbing steady circles, holding you down, eyes locked on the place where his brother’s cock disappeared into you.

“Pull out,” Merle said suddenly.

Daryl hesitated only a second before sliding free with a wet sound. Merle immediately shoved two fingers into you, curling them hard, making you gasp. He worked them in and out a few times, then pulled them free and wiped them on his jeans.

“That’s good pussy. Now get back in. Slow.” Daryl pushed back into you the way he was told, inch by inch, while Merle watched every second. Once Daryl was fully seated again, Merle’s good hand returned to your clit, rubbing in time with the shallow thrusts he allowed.

“Harder,” Merle said after a minute. “But don’t you dare come until I say.”

Daryl’s hips snapped forward, the pace turning rough and deep under his brother’s command. Merle never stopped touching you, one hand on your clit while the other held your wrist, body angled so he could see everything. Every time Daryl’s rhythm got too frantic, Merle’s voice cut through again.

“Slower.” “Deeper.” “Hold it there.”

Daryl obeyed. The control was clear. Merle was the one running the scene now, deciding the pace, the depth, when you got friction, when Daryl got to move. He leaned down close to your ear while his brother fucked you on command.

“You’re gonna take whatever I tell him to give you. And when he’s done, you’re gonna keep those legs open for me. Understand?”

He didn’t wait for an answer he just kept directing. Merle was in charge and neither of you were arguing. Merle’s fingers kept working your clit in slow, precise circles while Daryl stayed buried deep, hips locked still on command. The older brother’s breath was warm against your ear.

“You feel how hard he is?” Merle murmured. “He’s dying to fuck you stupid right now. But he doesn’t get to. Not until I say.”

He pressed down harder with his fingers, making your hips twitch. The second you moved, the hand on your wrist tightened.

“I said stay still.”

Daryl’s hands flexed on your thighs. He was shaking with the effort of holding back, cock twitching inside you every time Merle’s fingers brushed the base of him. Merle noticed and smirked.

“Look at him. Little brother’s about to lose it just from watching me play with what’s his.” He glanced up at Daryl. “Thrust. Once. Slow.”

Daryl pulled almost all the way out, then sank back in with a low, strained sound. Merle’s fingers never stopped moving on your clit.

“Again. Harder.”

Daryl obeyed. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Merle kept the rhythm exact, telling him when to push deep, when to hold, when to grind. Every order was quiet and absolute. Daryl followed each one without a word of protest.

Merle’s hand left your clit only long enough to slap the side of your thigh, hard enough to make you wince.

“Open wider. I want to see everything when he cums.” You spread for him. Daryl’s grip shifted, holding your legs exactly where Merle wanted them. The older brother leaned in closer, eyes fixed on you stretched around Daryl’s cock.

“Faster now. Don’t you fucking stop until I say.” Daryl’s control finally cracked under the order. He started pounding into you while Merle’s fingers returned to your clit and rubbed in tight, relentless circles. The dual sensation dragged a broken sound out of you. Merle just watched, hand still pinning your wrist, completely in control of both of you. “That’s it. Take it. You’re gonna come on his cock while I watch, and then you’re gonna stay right there and let me see the mess he leaves.” Daryl’s rhythm stuttered. Merle’s voice dropped lower.

“Not yet. Hold it.”

Daryl’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek, but he kept thrusting, fighting the edge because his brother told him to. Merle’s fingers sped up on your clit, deliberate and merciless.

“You first,” he told you. “Come for me. Right now.” The command hit harder than the friction. Your body locked up under both of them. Daryl buried in you, Merle’s fingers working you through it while he watched every tremor. The second your orgasm started to fade, Merle’s eyes flicked to his brother. “Now. Fill her up.”

Daryl slammed in hard and came with a guttural sound. Merle never looked away. He kept his fingers on you the entire time, feeling the way you clenched around his brother, feeling the wet heat of it. When Daryl finally stilled, breathing hard, Merle gave a small, satisfied nod.

“Pull out. Slow.”

Daryl did. The second he slipped free, Merle released your wrist only so both of his hands could push your thighs wider, holding you open so he could see the mess dripping out of you.

“Perfect,” Merle said quietly. “Don’t you close those legs. I’m next.”

He was already undoing his belt with one hand, eyes locked on what his brother had just left behind. Merle shoved his jeans down just far enough. He was already hard and the head of his cock already wet. He dragged the head through the mess Daryl had left, coating himself, then pushed in with one long thrust. You were so sensitive from the last round, and your body stretching around Merle's thick cock made your back arch. Merle didn’t give you time to adjust. He just pushed himself in one hand gripping the underside of your thigh to keep you spread exactly how he wanted.

“Fuck,” he breathed, rolling his hips once, grinding deep. “Still tight even after he wrecked you.” Daryl stayed right there on the couch, still half-dressed, watching his brother take what he’d just finished with. His expression was unreadable, but he didn’t look away. Merle glanced at him over his shoulder and smirked.

“Stay put, little brother. You’re gonna watch me fuck this hole you just filled.”

He started moving with deep, deliberate strokes that dragged every inch out before driving back in. The wet sound was louder now, Daryl’s cum making everything slicker. Merle fucked like he owned you. Every thrust pushed a soft, mewling sound out of you. His hand came up and closed lightly around your throat, not choking, just holding, thumb stroking the side of your neck while he kept the pace steady and deep.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You did. Merle’s eyes were dark and focused, the earlier smirk gone, replaced by pure concentration. He adjusted the angle of his hips and drove in harder, hitting the same spot over and over until your legs started to shake.

“That’s it. Take it just like that.” His voice stayed low, almost calm. “You’re gonna cum on my cock next. And you’re gonna do it while he watches.”

Daryl’s breathing had gone rough again. He was already getting hard just from the sight of Merle buried inside you, from the way Merle’s metal fingers stayed around your throat while he fucked you open. Merle noticed. He didn’t slow down.

“You can touch yourself if you want,” he told Daryl without looking away from you. “But you don’t get back in until I’m done.”

Daryl’s hand drifted down. Merle just kept thrusting, deeper, a little faster now, his hand on your throat tightening just enough to make every breath feel sharper. His other hand slid between your bodies again, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, relentless circles timed to his strokes.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Give it to me. I wanna feel you squeeze around me while my brother’s watching.” The dual pressure, Merle’s cock driving deep, his fingers working your clit, the weight of his hand at your throat pushed you right to the edge. Merle felt the first flutter and didn’t ease up. He fucked you through it, grinding hard when you clenched around him, fingers still resting against your pulse. When the orgasm finally crashed through you, Merle’s rhythm turned brutal for a few final strokes. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural sound, hips locked tight against yours as he pulsed deep inside.

He stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard, metal hand still at your throat, good hand still holding your thigh open. Only when the last aftershock faded did he slowly pull out, watching the combined mess of both brothers drip out of you. Merle sat back on his heels, eyes dark with satisfaction, and looked at Daryl.

“Your turn again if you want it,” he said, voice rough. “Or we can both take her at once next. Your call, little brother.”

He didn’t move away. He just kept your legs spread with one hand, waiting to see what Daryl would do.

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Love is like riding horses and speaking french if you don't learn it young its hard to get the trick of it later.

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Do I remember reading an interview (or maybe a transcribed interview) on this blog where Norman talks about doing the scene in Tough Luck where he had to make out with an actress with her boyfriend watching off camera?

The quote:

I did this one film, early on, and I had sex with this girl in a house of mirrors, in a carnival against a wall. Her fiance/boyfriend showed up that day. So he’s standing there behind the camera , and I’m sort of with my back to the camera, and I’m looking at her face, and I can see how nervous she is. And, she was super hot. I was not trying to cross any lines that weren’t supposed to be crossed, but the fact that she was so nervous turned me on, and it just kind of made it real sexy for me. It became like a threeway with 40 people in the room. It made her like shake and nervous, and it just made it sexy as hell. [laughs] I think I’m damaged  already as hell.

It’s from an audio interview that we haven’t had a change to transcribe, but here’s the link to it (Originally on Howard 101)! It’s one of the many that’s sitting in our drafts folder, waiting to be worked on :)

Also, fun fact: her boyfriend (now husband and father to their children) is Patrick Wilson (I know him as Raoul from the Phantom of the Opera movie).

-Kath

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Where is all the professor brian cox fanfiction at??????

[party-its-rumspringa]

Last night I dreamt I was sitting in a lecture theatre with Professor Brian Cox watching the movie Oppenheimer and he was explaining all the science bits

[hollowhuntress]

before the dead started walkin’

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We'll Bring You Home

The gravel road rattled the old Chevy’s frame as it bumped along. You were wedged in the middle of the bench seat between Merle and Daryl, Merle driving one-handed, right elbow hooked out the open window, Daryl on your left with a half empty fifth of Jack Daniels resting on his thigh.

The cab smelled like stale cigarette smoke, motor oil, and the sharp bite of whiskey. Merle had the radio turned low to some staticky country station that kept cutting in and out. Neither of them had said much since they picked you up at the gas station, just Merle’s lazy grin and Daryl’s quiet “Get in” before the doors slammed.

You were nineteen, still soft around the edges, wearing cut off denim shorts and a thin white tank top that stuck to your skin from the humid night air. You’d told yourself it was just a ride home. You’d told yourself a lot of things.

Merle reached across you without looking, knuckles brushing your bare knee as he passed the bottle to Daryl. “Go on, darlin’. Wet your whistle.”

You shook your head, small. “I’m good.”

Daryl snorted softly. “Ain’t nobody good tonight.” He unscrewed the cap anyway, took a long pull, then held the bottle to your lips instead of handing it over. The glass was warm from his palm. “One sip. Ain’t gonna kill ya.”

The whiskey burned all the way down. You coughed; they both laughed.

Merle’s hand found your thigh, resting there heavy and casual. “That’s better. Loosen up, sweetheart. Night’s young.”

Daryl’s arm draped across the back of the seat behind you. His fingers toyed with the strap of your tank top, sliding it down your shoulder an inch, then another. You didn’t fix it.

The bottle kept making its way back to your mouth. Each time you swallowed, the burn got smoother. The car grew warmer. The music fuzzier. Your head started to float.

Merle’s thumb rubbed slow circles on the inside of your thigh, creeping higher. “Look at her blushin’ already,” he said to Daryl like you weren’t there. “Bet she’s sweet as pie when she’s good and drunk.”

Daryl leaned in, nose brushing your ear. “You gettin’ dizzy yet, girl?”

You nodded before you could stop yourself. The world tilted pleasantly.

“Good,” he murmured. “That’s real good.”

They passed the bottle again. And again.

By the time Merle pulled off the paved road onto a logging trail, your limbs felt liquid. The truck rocked to a stop in a small clearing. Moonlight sliced through the trees. No houses. No headlights. Just crickets and the tick of the cooling engine.

Merle killed the ignition. Silence rushed in.

He turned toward you, eyes glittering. “C’mere.”

You didn’t move fast enough. He hooked two fingers in the front of your tank top and yanked you across the seat onto his lap. Your back hit the steering wheel. His hands were already under your shorts, rough fingertips finding the edge of your panties.

“Been waitin’ all night for this,” he said against your neck, teeth grazing skin. “Ain’t no runnin’ now.”

Daryl shifted closer, crowding you between them. One hand slid up your shirt, cupping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple until it peaked. “You’re shakin’,” he said softly, almost sweet. “That’s cute.”

Merle laughed low in his throat. “She’s drunk as hell and still tryin’ to act shy. Ain’t that precious?”

They passed you back and forth like a bottle they were sharing.

Merle’s mouth on your neck, biting hard enough to bruise. Daryl’s hand between your legs, fingers slipping under cotton, finding you already slick. Merle’s palm over your mouth when you moaned too loud. Daryl whispering “Shhh, baby girl, just take it” while he worked two fingers inside you.

They didn’t ask. They didn’t need to.

Eventually Merle kicked the driver’s door open and hauled you out into the humid night air. Your legs barely held you. Daryl caught you under the arms, half-carrying you to the truck bed. They laid you down on the scratched metal, stars spinning overhead.

Merle yanked your shorts and panties off in one rough pull. Daryl spread your thighs, holding them open while Merle knelt between them.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” Merle said, voice thick. “All wet and swollen for us. You want it, don’t you?”

You couldn’t answer. Your head was swimming. Your body answered for you, hips lifting, thighs trembling.

Merle didn’t wait. He pushed in slow at first, letting you feel every thick inch, then snapped his hips forward and buried himself deep.

You cried out, back bowing off the truck bed.

Daryl leaned over you, hand over your mouth again. “Quiet, sweetheart. Just let him fuck you.”

Merle set a brutal rhythm hard, deep, relentless. Each thrust knocked the breath out of you. Daryl kept your mouth covered, the other hand playing with your nipples, pinching until you whined behind his palm.

“Such a good little thing,” Daryl murmured, almost tender. “Lettin’ us use you like this. Gonna take both of us tonight, ain’t you?”

Merle pulled out suddenly. You whined at the loss.

Daryl took his place without a word, slightly curved, hitting spots that made your vision blur. Merle moved to your head, fisting your hair, guiding your mouth onto his cock.

“That’s it,” he cooed, voice mocking and syrupy. “Suck it nice and pretty, baby. Just like a good girl.”

They traded you back and forth like that for what felt like hours—Merle in your mouth, Daryl in your pussy, then switching. Hands everywhere. Mouths on your neck, your tits, your clit. They talked the whole time, low and filthy.

“Look at her, Daryl. So dumb and drunk and full of cock. Can’t even talk anymore.”

“She’s cryin’ poor little thing. You like bein’ our toy, don’t you, sweetheart?”

They cooed and mocked and praised in the same breath, voices blending until you couldn’t tell who was saying what.

Eventually they pulled you upright so you were straddling Daryl in the truck bed, his cock buried deep. Merle stepped up behind you, spitting into his hand, slicking himself, then pressing against your ass.

You tensed.

“Shhh,” Merle soothed, almost gentle. “Relax for me, baby. You’re gonna take us both. Gonna be so full you won’t know where one ends and the other starts.”

He pushed in slowly. The stretch burned, then bloomed into something overwhelming. You sobbed against Daryl’s shoulder as Merle sank in to the hilt.

They started moving slow at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that made you see stars. Hands on your hips, your tits, your throat. Mouths on your skin. Words in your ear.

“Good girl.” “Such a perfect little fucktoy.” “Cry all you want, baby. we ain’t stoppin’.”

You came so hard you blacked out for a second, body convulsing, pussy and ass clenching around them, squirting down Daryl’s thighs.

They didn’t stop.

They fucked you through it, then again, and again, until you were limp and boneless between them, covered in sweat and cum and tears.

When they finally finished. Merle coming deep in your ass, Daryl flooding your pussy. they held you close, still inside you, rocking you gently like you were something fragile.

Merle kissed your temple. “Good girl,” he whispered. “So good for us.”

Daryl pressed his lips to your shoulder. “Ours.”

You drifted somewhere between awake and gone, dizzy and used and strangely safe, as the night spun on around you.

They didn’t let you go until the sky started to lighten.

And even then, they carried you back to the car like you were something precious.

Something they’d never let anyone else touch.

Something that belonged to them.

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Double Bred by The Dixons

The farmhouse was dark except for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the torn curtains. You were already a mess, skin covered in fresh bites and bruises from the Dixon brothers marking their territory, thighs sticky with dried cum. But they weren’t satisfied yet.

Merle lay on his back on the old mattress, cock hard and thick against his stomach, that wicked grin as he pulled you on top of him.

“C’mere, sugar. Time to take us both. Been dreamin’ about stretchin’ your greedy little holes wide open.”

You straddled him, sinking down onto his cock in one slow glide. The stretch was familiar now, but still delicious. Merle groaned, hands gripping your hips as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, that’s good. So wet and sloppy from earlier… still full of us.” He rocked up into you lazily, eyes flicking over your shoulder. “You ready for my baby brother, Daryl? ”

Daryl moved in behind you, silent but breathing hard. His rough hands spread your ass cheeks, and you felt the blunt head of his cock press against your tight ring of muscle. He’d already worked three fingers into you with spit and cum, stretching you open, but this was different.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Daryl rasped against your ear, voice low and strained with need.

“I want it,” you breathed. “Want both of you inside me.”

Merle chuckled darkly, pulling you down against his chest so your ass was presented perfectly. “That’s our girl. Relax for him, darlin’. Let Daryl fill that tight ass while I’m buried in your cunt.”

Daryl pushed forward. The pressure was intense. You moaned loudly as the head popped past the tight ring, and he kept going, slow and steady, inch by thick inch until both brothers were fully inside you.

“Jesus Christ,” Merle groaned, feeling Daryl’s cock through the thin wall separating them. “She’s so fuckin’ full. Can feel you throbbin’ against me, little brother.”

Daryl’s forehead dropped to your shoulder, a wrecked sound leaving his throat. “So tight… fuck, you’re squeezin’ us both.”

For a moment they just stayed like that, letting you adjust to the impossible fullness. Two thick Dixon cocks stretching both your holes at once. You felt impossibly full, pinned between them, claimed completely.

Then they started moving.

Merle thrust up first, deep and dirty, while Daryl pulled back and pushed in on the opposite rhythm. The coordination was filthy, every time one pulled out, the other drove in, keeping you constantly stuffed. The wet, obscene sounds of their cocks sliding in and out of your cum-slick pussy and ass filled the room.

“Listen to that sloppy cunt,” Merle panted, one hand sliding down to rub your clit. “Takin’ both our cocks like a perfect little fucktoy. Bet you’re gonna come so hard you black out.”

Daryl’s hand pressed firmly on your lower belly, right over that spot he was obsessed with. “Can feel you bulgin’ here,” he growled against your neck, biting down on a fresh mark. “So full of us. Gonna pump you so deep… fill both holes till you’re leakin’ for days.”

You were shaking, overwhelmed with pleasure. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge. Merle’s cock dragged against your g-spot while Daryl’s thick length in your ass created a pressure that made your vision spark.

“Gonna breed you like this next time,” Merle promised, voice rough. “Both of us comin’ deep while we got you stuffed. Put a Dixon in you while we’re double-stuffing these holes.”

That did it.

You came hard, screaming between them, pussy and ass clenching violently around both cocks. The orgasm crashed through you in waves, making your whole body shake.

“Fuuuuckk” Daryl groaned.

Merle thrust up hard a few more times, then buried himself deep and came with a guttural moan, flooding your pussy with hot, thick ropes. Daryl followed right after, snarling as he pumped your ass full, grinding in deep like he could push it straight into your womb through sheer force of will.

They stayed inside you for a long time afterward, both cocks twitching, keeping their cum plugged deep.

Merle kissed you messily, then grinned up at his brother. “Told you she could take it.”

Daryl pressed soft, possessive kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck, hand still protectively over your belly.

“Ours,” he whispered again, voice hoarse. “Every fuckin’ inch.”

You lay between them, leaking both their loads from both holes, marked inside and out.

After the double penetration, you were still trembling between them on the mattress, both holes leaking thick rivers of Dixon cum down your thighs and onto the sheets. Merle’s cock had softened inside your pussy but he hadn’t pulled out yet, keeping his load plugged deep. Daryl stayed buried in your ass, his forehead pressed to your shoulder.

Merle’s metal hand stroked slow circles over your lower belly, right where he always focused when the breeding talk started.

“Feel that, sugar?” he murmured, voice gravel-rough. “We just pumped both ends full. But it ain’t enough.”

Daryl’s hand joined his brother’s, pressing firmer, almost reverent. He didn’t speak right away, but you felt him twitch inside your ass at the contact.

Merle rocked his hips lazily, stirring the mess inside you. “I been thinkin’ about it constant now. Not just fillin’ you. Not just watchin’ it drip out. I want it to take. Want your belly to start swellin’ up with a Dixon baby. Imagine it...your tits gettin’ heavy, nipples dark and leakin’ milk. That soft little pouch right here turnin’ round and tight while our kid grows inside you.”

He pushed down gently with his palm, feeling the slight bulge from how full you still were.

Daryl finally spoke, voice low and wrecked against your ear. “I used to think it was just Merle’s filthy mouth… but I can’t stop seein’ it now.” His fingers traced the curve of your belly like he was already mapping where it would grow. “You walkin’ around camp with our baby in you. Everyone knowin’ we bred you proper. That you let us put it there. That you wanted it.”

You moaned softly as Merle started fucking you again...slow, deep rolls of his hips that made fresh cum push out around his cock.

“Tell her more, baby brother,” Merle encouraged, grinning even as he groaned. “She’s clenchin’ so hard hearin’ you talk like that.”

Daryl’s breath hitched. The words came slower, but once they started they poured out like he’d been holding them back for weeks.

“I want you big,” he rasped. “So round you can’t hide it anymore. I want to feel the baby kick under my hand while I’m still fuckin’ you. Want you sittin’ on my cock with that belly restin’ on me, all swollen and full of what we did.” His hand slid lower, thumb brushing your clit. “And when you’re birthin’ it… I wanna be right there. Holdin’ your hand. Knowin’ it’s ours. Mine or Merle’s...don’t matter. It’s a Dixon. ”

Merle laughed and picki up the pace. “Hear that, darlin’? Daryl's gone full daddy on us. He’s imaginin’ you waddlin’ around with a big Dixon belly, tits full of milk for the kid… and still lettin’ us fuck you through the whole pregnancy. ‘Cause once it takes, we ain’t stoppin’. Gonna keep this pussy creampied every single night. Keep you drippin’ while you grow our baby.”

He pulled out suddenly, and you whimpered at the loss. Cum poured from your stretched cunt in heavy, obscene globs. Merle flipped you onto your back and pushed your knees to your chest, folding you in half.

“Look at that pretty breeding hole,” he growled, staring down at the wrecked, cum-filled mess. “So open and sloppy. Perfect for takin’ seed.” He slapped his thick cock against your clit a few times, then slammed back in to the hilt. “Gonna fuck it so deep this time. Right against your cervix. Gonna paint it white till it has no choice but to take.”

Daryl moved to your side, one hand still on your belly, the other guiding his cock to your mouth. You sucked him eagerly, tasting yourself and the faint trace of your own ass on him.

“Imagine it,” Daryl continued, voice rough as he fucked your throat in shallow thrusts. “You gettin’ morning sick and us takin’ care of you. Rubbin’ your feet when they swell. Suckin’ on those leaky tits when they get too full. Then bendin’ you over gentle like and fillin’ you again so the next one takes right after the first.”

Merle’s thrusts turned punishing, hips snapping hard enough to make your tits bounce. “That’s the dream, sugar. Keep you knocked up constant. One Dixon baby on your hip, another growin’ in your belly, and your pussy still leakin’ our cum every damn day. Walkin’ around camp lookin’ like the well-bred little wife you are. Shane’ll lose his mind seein’ how round we keep you.”

The fantasy crashed over you like a wave. Your orgasm hit violently, pussy spasming around Merle’s cock, milking him as you cried out around Daryl’s shaft.

“Fuck... that’s it,” Merle snarled. “Milk it out of me. Take every drop right where it belongs.” He buried himself to the root and came with a guttural groan, flooding your womb with another thick, hot load. He stayed pressed deep, grinding, making sure it stayed inside.

Daryl pulled out of your mouth and moved between your legs the second Merle withdrew. He pushed in through the fresh creampie, eyes locked on your belly as he fucked you slow and purposeful.

“Gonna add to it,” he whispered, almost reverent. “Push it deeper. Make sure it sticks.” His hand never left your stomach, pressing down lightly every time he bottomed out like he could force the cum straight to your core.

Merle lay beside you, kissing you deep while his brother bred you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful carryin’ for us,” he murmured between kisses. “Big belly, heavy tits, our marks still on your skin… and that greedy cunt still hungry for more Dixon seed even while you’re pregnant.”

Daryl came with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he emptied himself as deep as he could go. When he finally pulled out, the three of you watched together...your pussy slowly leaking their combined loads, belly still held protectively under two rough hands.

Merle pressed a kiss right below your navel. “Next time we come here… we’re gonna check if it took.”

Daryl’s voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything he’d never said before the world ended.

“Stay full for us, baby. Let us make you ours… completely.”

You lay there between your two Dixons, belly warm under their hands, body aching and dripping, lost in the deepest parts of their breeding fantasies.

And you wanted every single filthy, impossible word of it.

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Filled and Leaking - Shane Walsh decides he wants a look at what the Dixons brothers have.

A hush lay over the creek as daylight faded, only tiny waves brushing the stones while a low creak echoed through the woods nearby. Down by the bank it was just you, washing away the dust of hours spent moving, sure those few moments wouldn’t bring trouble. You weren’t.

Footsteps cracked through the silence - Shane closing in. A grip at your side spun the moment still. His palm pressed into your hip, tugging you backward before a word left your mouth.

“Easy,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Just me, darlin’. Been watchin’ you all day in those tight jeans, swayin’ around camp like you don’t know what you do to a man.”

He turned fast, cutting off your words before they could finish. Against the rough bark of the tree, his lips found skin without waiting. Your voice vanished as he pressed close, breath uneven. The air shifted, narrow and warm between sudden movement. Words stopped mattering when his hands held firm.

“I don’t buy Merle’s bullshit,” he growled against your skin, hands rough as they yanked your shirt up. “No way you’re lettin’ both those inbred rednecks fuck you. Especially not at the same time. You’re too sweet for that.”

“Merle told me all about it. How they’re fillin’ you up every chance they get. How you let ‘em breed that sweet pussy like it’s their personal cum dump.” His eyes dropped shamelessly to your crotch. “Said you walk around leakin’ their loads for hours after. I gotta see that for myself.”

You felt the lump in your throat, warmth rising fast across your cheeks. Not something you owed them an answer to Shane’s smirk was dark. “I wanna know if those redneck brothers are really pumpin’ you full like he claims.”

His free hand moved down, bold as brass, palming the front of your jeans. “C’mon, darlin’. Let me have a look. I won’t touch… much.”

Out of nowhere, he hit the snap of your jeans before words left your mouth, then dragged the zipper low. Down went the fabric, sliding past your hips just far enough to notice. Underneath, nothing. Earlier, Merle had snatched your underwear, slipped them into his pocket with a sly look. Teeth clenched, Shane let out a sharp breath. “Fuck me…”

Out there, a thin line of thick fluid slipped from between your legs. Sunlight caught the wet trail along your thigh, streaked partly dry from moving around. That milky drip kept coming, steady despite everything. Two men left their mark inside you, blending into something warm and heavy. Each breath made another drop form, hanging before falling away. “Goddamn,” Shane muttered, voice hoarse. “They really did it. Both of ‘em. Look at this messy little cunt… all stretched and used.” He crouched slightly, tilting his head for a better view, eyes locked on the way your pussy fluttered, pushing out another thick bead of Dixon cum. “Which one’s deeper right now? Merle’s load or Daryl’s? Bet they took turns pumpin’ you full before they sent you back to camp like this.” A sudden chill made you tremble when the night breeze touched your wet, bare skin. His eyes stayed fixed, sharp and hot. Not a word broke the silence. “Merle wasn’t lyin’,” he said, almost to himself. “You really do let ‘em breed you. Walkin’ around with their seed leakin’ down your legs…” He reached out, not quite touching, just hovering two fingers close enough to feel the heat. “Bet if I pushed ‘em back inside you right now, you’d moan like a whore for it.”

A thick push at her opening… then a sudden stop. Not from squeeze - but liquid warmth, messy and spilling. His forehead knotted, breath held.

“What the fuck…?”

Shane looked down.

Warmth trickled down your leg, thick and milky, spilling slow from how deep he’d gone. That wasn’t your release - it pooled low, heavy between your skin and his rhythm. Creamy strands clung to you, pulled thin by movement, blending two separate bursts into one messy swell. Fullness stayed long after, stretch lingering where wet heat had merged and shifted inside.

His eyes went wide. A little distance opened up as he shifted, then - thick white drops fell straight down, landing on the ground near where you stood.

Out came another thick trickle, sliding down her thigh. His eyes locked on it - no blinking. "Damn," he whispered, voice tight. That slit looked well-worn, stretched open, still dripping. "Guess Merle told the truth after all."

The air smelled sour, musky, like sweat and salt mixed together. He took half a step back without meaning to A smear caught his fingertips as he pulled them slowly across what was there. A thick pull of it lifted into the air, suspended between the two of you. Light clung to the wetness just before dark took over.

“Goddamn. They fucked you raw today, didn’t they? Pumped you so full you’re still leakin’ hours later.” His voice dropped, darker now. “Which one came in you last? Daryl? Or did big brother Merle finish deep and tell you to keep it all inside like the good little breeding bitch he says you are?”

Heat rushed into your face, a tremor running through you. Yet down below, muscles tightened on their own, squeezing fresh waves of thick fluid from deep inside.

Shane let out a rough, disbelieving laugh. “Fuck. Look at that greedy hole. Still tryin’ to keep their loads in even while I’m standin’ here with my dick out.” He rubbed the head of his cock through the slick mess, coating himself in their cum. “They really do own this pussy, huh?”

There was a long whistle from between the trees. Out came Merle, leading the way. Crossbow resting across his back, he wore that grin again. Following close, Daryl moved without sound.

Still, Shane stayed close. His arm held your leg in place, unmoving. A slow grind continued where he pressed against you, slick and wet from what spilled before.

“Guess I owe you a drink, Dixon,” Shane said, voice thick. “Didn’t think she’d actually let you two breed her like this.”

Merle walked closer, eyes dropping to the obscene sight. “She don’t just let us. She begs for it. Don’t ya, sugar?”

A quiet look crossed Daryl's face, yet his fingers twitched against the sling of his crossbow, teeth clenched. Stillness hung in his stance, though tension pulled at the corners of his mouth.

Water ran down his skin as Shane turned toward you, held fast where he was. His mouth curled into a crooked smirk, slow like smoke. That dirty laugh lit up in his eyes before it ever reached his lips.

“Well… since I’ve already got her like this… maybe I should add to it. See how many loads this pretty cunt can hold before she waddles back to camp.”

“Careful there, Sheriff.” Merle’s voice cut through the tension, lazy but sharp. He was leaning against a tree a few yards away, crossbow slung over his shoulder. Daryl stood beside him, eyes dark and unreadable, but his hand was tight on the strap of his crossbow.

Shane straightened slowly, not even ashamed. “Just admirin’ the view, Dixon. Like you said I could.”

Merle chuckled and walked over, slinging a possessive arm around your waist. He didn’t pull your jeans up right away. Instead he reached down and spread your folds with two fingers, showing Shane even more of the creamy mess still oozing out.

“See that? That’s what a well-bred pussy looks like,” Merle bragged.

“We filled her twice before she left the tent. Gonna do it again tonight, too. Ain’t that right, sugar?”

You nodded, cheeks burning, as another trickle of cum slid down your thigh.

Daryl stepped closer, silent, but his hand settled low on your belly—the same protective, breeding-obsessed touch he’d been giving you lately.

Shane stared for another long second, then finally backed off with a dark, hungry grin.

“Damn. You boys got it made.” He adjusted the obvious bulge in his pants. “If you ever feel like sharin’ the show… you know where to find me.”

Merle just laughed and finally tugged your jeans back up, patting your ass. “C’mon, darlin’. Let’s get you back to the tent before you waste any more of our hard work.”

As they walked you away, Daryl leaned in close, voice barely a whisper against your ear.

“You liked him lookin’, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. But the fresh rush of wetness mixing with their cum told him everything he needed to know.

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The First Time - MerlexY/NxDaryl

The sun was setting just as the Merle, Daryl and you left camp. Rick had told you to go scout for supplies but after two hours of empty houses and the sound of walkers getting closer, Merle spoke up.

"Fuck this," he grunted, wiping a sweaty hand across his forehead "We've been walkin' all damn day. Time to find us a little slice of quiet, don't ya think, baby?"

Daryl didn't say anything, but his dark eyes flicked to you, hungry and uncertain. He’d been tense since the two of you started sneaking around a few weeks back, touches in the dark, stolen kisses, Merle’s filthy mouth whispering what he wanted to do to you. Today was different. Today they both wanted more.

You nodded, your heart thumping. "Yeah. Somewhere private."

Merle led the way, crossbow slung across his shoulder until he found it: an old two-story farmhouse almost swallowed by overgrown kudzu. The front door was intact and inside was clear of bodies, just dust and silence.

"Perfect," Merle said, kicking the door shut behind you. He dropped his pack and turned, his eyes raking over you and his younger brother. "C'mere, sugar."

He pulled you in roughly, mouth crashing against yours. His metal prosthetic clinked against your belt as he yanked you closer. Daryl hung back for a moment, watching, until Merle broke the kiss and jerked his head.

"Don't be shy now, Darylina. She wants both of us. Ain't that right, darlin'?"

You reached for Daryl, tugging him close until the three of you were tangled together. His kiss was slower, deeper, almost reverent. Merle's hand slid down your back, squeezing your ass as his mouth found your neck.

"Been thinkin' about this," Merle growled against your skin. "You in the middle, takin' us both. Teachin' my baby brother a few things while you're at it."

You shivered. "Upstairs. Bed's probably still there."

The room was dim, curtains torn, but the mattress looked clean enough. Merle shoved the door closed and began to strip, unabashedly aroused, his thick cock already hard as he stroked himself idly, watching the two of you.

Daryl's hands trembled slightly as he pulled off your shirt, but his mouth was sure as it closed over your nipple. You moaned, fingers digging into his hair, as Merle came up behind you, pressing his naked chest to your back and sliding his cock against your ass.

"Easy, little brother," Merle murmured, voice rough with lust. "She's drippin' already. Feel her."

Daryl's hand slipped between your legs, two fingers glided through your slick folds, and his breath hitched. "Fuck… Yeah."

They laid you on the bed, Merle taking your mouth again as Daryl kissed down your body, settling between your thighs. His tongue was hesitant at first, then bolder, drawing slow stripes up your pussy before sucking on your clit. Merle's hand wrapped around your throat, thumb stroking your jaw.

"Look at him goin' down on you like he's starvin'. So pretty when you moan like that, sugar."

You arched, grinding against Daryl's face, groaning into him, the vibration making your toes curl. Merle shifted, kneeling at your head, "Open up, baby. Wanna feel that mouth while he eats you."

You turned your head, taking him in, lips stretching around his thick cock. Merle cursed, hips rocking shallowly as he kept from choking you. Daryl's fingers joined his tongue, curling inside you and finding that perfect spot that made you whimper around Merle.

"Goddamn, that's hot," Merle panted, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop. "Switch up, Daryl. I wanna watch you fuck her first."

Daryl lifted his head, his mouth slick and shiny with your arousal, his eyes meeting yours with a silent question. You nodded, reaching for him, and he crawled up your body, pushing inside with slow, deliberate strokes, groaning as your muscles clenched around him. He was thick, stretching you perfectly, and the sheer overwhelming pleasure on his face made your chest ache.

Merle stroked himself with one hand, watching his brother fuck you slow and deep. "That's it. Fuck her nice and steady. She can take it." You pulled Merle closer, sucking him off while Daryl’s thrusts intensified. The room filled with wet sounds, groans, and Merle's lewd commentary.

"Such a good little slut for us… Takin' both Dixon cocks. Gonna fill you up, baby. Both of us."

Daryl's control began to slip, his hips snapping harder, one hand gripping your thigh as you felt yourself crest the edge of pleasure, crying out around Merle as you came hard and pulsing around Daryl.

"Shit-" Daryl groaned, burying himself deep as he followed you over. Merle pulled out of your mouth with another wet pop, grinning as he flipped you onto your hands and knees before Daryl had even fully withdrawn. The moment Daryl slipped free, Merle was already pushing in, thick and rougher, making you gasp. Daryl knelt before you, still half-hard, and you eagerly took him back into your mouth, tasting yourself on him.

Merle fucked you like he’d been waiting years, hard, deep strokes that rocked your whole body. "So fuckin' tight… Even after he just filled you. Greedy pussy."

Daryl’s hand smoothed through your hair, gentle even as Merle drove himself into you, the contrast making your head spin. You came again, shaking, and Merle followed with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside you.For a long moment, the only sounds were moans and heaving.

Merle slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip down your thigh with obvious satisfaction. Daryl tugged you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as Merle flopped down on your other side, throwing a possessive arm over both of you.

"Well, damn," Merle chuckled, his voice rough. "We're definitely doin' that again. Next time maybe I'll let Daryl watch me break you in first." Daryl snorted, but his fingers traced slow circles on your hip. "Shut up, Merle."

You smiled, boneless and glowing between them. "We should probably head back before they send out a search party… But yeah. Definitely doing that again."

The three of you stayed tangled for a few more minutes in the quiet farmhouse, the rest of the world forgotten.

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Imagine becoming a vampire and being sentenced to repeat high school again and again.

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Jasper is the epitome of all my friends are dead.

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List of Character flaws

─ .✦ Stubbornness, Unyielding in one's own views, even when wrong.

─ .✦ Impatience, Difficulty waiting for long-term results.

─ .✦ Self-doubt, Constant uncertainty despite evident abilities.

─ .✦ Quick temper, Excessive reactions to provocations.

─ .✦ Selfishness, Prioritizing one's own needs over others'.

─ .✦ Arrogance, Overestimating one's own abilities.

─ .✦ Trust issues, Difficulty trusting others.

─ .✦ Perfectionism, Setting unreachable high standards.

─ .✦ Fear of change, Avoiding changes.

─ .✦ Haunted by the past, Old mistakes or traumas influencing the present.

─ .✦ Jealousy, Envious of others' successes.

─ .✦ Laziness, Hesitant to exert effort.

─ .✦ Vindictiveness, Strong desire for revenge.

─ .✦ Prejudice, Unfair biases against others.

─ .✦ Shyness, Excessive timidity.

─ .✦ Indecisiveness, Difficulty making decisions.

─ .✦ Vulnerability, Overly sensitive to criticism.

─ .✦ Greed, Strong desire for more (money, power, etc.).

─ .✦ Dishonesty, Tendency to distort the truth.

─ .✦ Recklessness, Ignoring the consequences of one's actions.

─ .✦ Cynicism, Negative attitude and distrust.

─ .✦ Cowardice, Lack of courage in critical moments.

─ .✦ Hotheadedness, Quick, often thoughtless reactions.

─ .✦ Contentiousness, Tendency to provoke conflicts.

─ .✦ Forgetfulness, Difficulty remembering important details.

─ .✦ Kleptomania, Compulsion to steal things.

─ .✦ Hypochondria, Excessive concern about one's health.

─ .✦ Pessimism, Expecting the worst in every situation.

─ .✦ Narcissism, Excessive self-love.

─ .✦ Control freak, Inability to let go or trust others.

─ .✦ Tactlessness, Inability to address sensitive topics sensitively.

─ .✦ Hopelessness, Feeling that nothing will get better.

─ .✦ Dogmatism, Rigidity in one's own beliefs.

─ .✦ Unreliability, Inability to keep promises.

─ .✦ Closed-offness, Difficulty expressing emotions.

─ .✦ Impulsiveness, Acting without thinking.

─ .✦ Wounded pride, Overly sensitive to criticism of oneself.

─ .✦ Isolation, Tendency to withdraw from others.

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