If you're having a hard time dumping Harry Potter, may I offer you this? Malory Towers by Enid Blyton. It's about girls in a boarding school, and it's fantastic.
There's no magic, but the stories are complex and intricate. And let's face it- the classroom parts were the best parts of Harry Potter anyway.
Give it a try. Here's a Google Drive link to the first audiobook. If people like it, I'll upload the rest. And best of all? Enid Blyton, the author, isn't saying *anything* hateful or bigoted these days. Mostly because she was born in 1897 and died in 1968.
First Term at Malory Towers
Enjoy, share, love, and tell me if you'd like me to post the others.
EDIT: Here's a folder with all the rest. All Audiobook, all unabridged.
While combing through the Malory Towers tag, I saw some...stuff. And I just wanted to put this out there- the first six books were written between 1946 and 1951.
Consider the things going on around that time- WWII had just ended the year before. Consider the whole "keep calm and carry on" mentality that people lived through, the "war effort" the rationing. Sure the war was over in 1945, but seven years of living with that will stick with a person.
This is a little peek at what the mentality of the time was:
So please try to keep that in mind while consuming the books and the way Enid frames certain character traits like being "spoiled and silly" or standoffish or not wanting to go to boarding school. Her writing is shaped from her lived experience, just like all of us.
Where are my Merle Dixon y/n? I know I can't format them as pretty as some people, and I don't have any pretty graphics, but I'll try my hand at one anyway, and maybe someone will want to re-post it with pretty graphics and formatting.
The S-Word
Merle is glaring daggers at y/n
Rick: What's with him?
Y/n: I called him s-... The S word.
Rick: That's what he's pouting about? After the things I've heard coming out of that man's mouth?
Y/n: But it was in front of Daryl.
(Earlier)
Merle is standing in the woods. Y/n sneaks up behind him and embraces him.
Y/n: How's my Snuggly-bear? Mmm?
Merle: !!
Y/n: :3
Merle frantically pushes at y/n, trying to get away.
Merle: Dammit, cut it out! Not now!
Y/n (confused): But Snuggly-bear-
Just then, Daryl leans out from behind a tree where he's been taking a leak this whole time, eyes wide, expression unreadable. His mouth twitches. Merle points at him.
Merle: Don't you dare, brother. I'll lay you out, you know I will.
Now, based on that clip, on his inflections, it is nearly impossible not to imagine Merle, seeing your arousal, pressed close, teasing you softly with his words, playful amusement in his voice. "Ooo-ooo... I really did a number on ya, didn'I? Mmm-hm. Wetter'n a redneck's pits in Ju-ly. Don't you lie t'me, sweetheart. Ain't no use. Recon ol' Merle got the remedy for it. Just might give it to you if you ask real sweet."
There are at *least* two little Merle Jr.s out there in the world. The man did not like condoms. He's not responsible for any of them. The kicker? One of the children is half black. Merle refuses to discuss this.
In fact, once Daryl, annoyed after one of the baby mamas had left (she stopped by briefly to give Merle a piece of her mind) said to Merle that he ought to wear a condom if he was going to be a degenerate horndog.
Merle just grinned, one arm slung over the back of the couch and said "Hell no, that's like wearin' a raincoat in the shower."
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Merle is the angry, violent and crude man that everyone expects him to be. The association is there for a reason. Don't expect him to change his ways, and certainly don's enter a relationship with him if you think you can fix him, he's stuck in his ways and the situation you're all in only solidifies his reasonings for it.
He absolutely can have his soft moments, in private and only for a brief time, but even then they are still quite rough and rude to the average person's standards. Don't expect him to be genuinely soft or gentle, he's too heavy handed and doesn't know how to be careful with people he's close to.
Merle finds it incredibly difficult to keep his temper in control. Especially in the most stressful situations while trying to survive, do not expect him to stay calm and keep his calm through it, he's only going to get more agitated. Even in the simplest moments, taking too long or doing things the wrong way would warrant him to become snappy. It's ingrained into his personality and you can't really ask him for anything else.
One definitive benefit of having him around is that he's better than survival and hunting than the average person, you'll certainly never go hungry with him around. However, because he's taking on the hunting role and in charge of those that are inexperienced, he will try to adopt more traditional rolls. He'll want to be the man of the group or the relationship, in both size and behaviour. Don't ask him to wash anything, he'll just throw it back at you.
If you want him to open up to you, especially about his childhood, you'll need to be very careful as to how you phrase things. Opening up to people makes him incredibly emotional, and uncomfortable due to how much he's forced himself to bury his trauma and feelings. Even if the two of you are close, he'd be very reluctant to open up to you, and if he does, he'll be much easier to aggravate in the days afterwards due to feeling vulnerable after opening up to you.
Merle will be very protective of you, whether that be around both walkers or normal people, there is no difference. He won't tolerate anyone speaking bad of you, beside him, or getting too close than he's able to allow. He'd classify you as family once you get close enough to him, and once in a relationship he'll care for you just as much as he cares for Daryl even if it is hard to see.
What kinks do you think Merle and Daryl would have? Loving your nasty headcannons!
thank u for all the love on em!! glad y'all freaks r enjoying my depraved thoughts
consulted my local dixon lover for help on these 1s
DARYL: That man couldn't name a single fetish but he knows if he receives even the tiniest amount of praise his face gets all red, his ears get hot and his dick gets hard. He loves being called a good boy, told what a good job hes doing. Extremely vocal, enthusiastic consent and encouragement needed from his partner, he just desperately wants you to enjoy yourself.
Given his inability to last more than 30 seconds, I'd also say hes probably into overstimulation. You could just keep riding him til he got hard again and he'd thank you earnestly, tears in his eyes.
I do think if the man's had a little too much moonshine he gets awful handsy. The booze filling him with an uncharacteristic confidence to get real vocal about what you do to him. His voice low in your ear, mumbling about all the things he's wanted to do with you, hands wandering to graze your waist, the skin of your inner thigh. Dirty talk & teasing x1000!!
MERLE: I personally think he'd be really into clothed sex. Bending you over and pulling your panties to the side, hand stuffed up your shirt. It all feeds into the fantasy that he can fuck you whenever he wants. He just wants a perfect little free use doll that'll lie there and take whatever he gives her.
Merle's also big into spanking, slapping etc. Really anything that asserts the control and dominance he has of both the situation and of you. Its not really the sadism factor that does it - but it ain't a downside neither - the fact that it marks up a pretty little thing is a bonus. It's more about the fear you radiate when he towers over you, the instant submissive bend of your head as he brings his coarse hand down against your skin.
What were you thinking, saying something like that to him?
You two are having sex after his mission with the governor; it took him a while to get back, okay?
He understands that your relationships are quite different in age; you're younger, around twenty, and Merle is already fifty. Well, you chose to date this old man.
You were in the shared room; he'd let you ride him. He had one hand on your lower back, and the hand with the prosthetic leg was resting on the mattress without the blade. He tried not to let his arrogance slip out, as if it were a gift for you to be able to stay on top of him and keep him quiet.
But you didn't want that. What was the thrill? You smiled as you increased the pace, and he just clenched his teeth. Merle wasn't one to just do that.
"Old man, are you going to cum already?"
You weren't very different from him; maybe that's what brought you two closer, but you were only this foul-mouthed when you were having sex.
You saw him look at you, that look and a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
"— What a girl, I was trying so hard to leave you alone at least once..."
He sat closer to you, without taking the lead or dominating the movements. When he felt you slow down, he shook his head slowly in denial and with his good hand gave your butt a slap.
"— You're going to keep going. Show me how much you missed my cock."
"— You old man..."
He moved his hips upwards to match your movements, making you bounce on his lap. His good hand was gripping your butt but soon slid to your hip.
Merle was panting as he smiled at you, the challenge and provocation at a level that made the sex more interesting. A mix of anger and lust, and obviously, love.
"— Go on, call me old while you bounce on my lap."
He teases, moving closer to your neck to kiss and bite you.
Did you know I also draw? No you didn’t, because I haven‘t actively participated in online fandom culture ever until suddenly deciding to like a week ago.
Anyways, this one is 5 years old at this point, but I still kinda like it, even though it's wonky in places. Also I gave up on the background, apparently. I was writing a fic about Daryl‘s childhood back then and doodled a few things to go with it.
That little guy is Daryl :) Big guy is Merle. They‘re 9 years apart in my head. Merle is in the army and home for a visit and Daryl really, really, really wants him to stay. Merle is not going to do that.
fucking love his face here, he’s a such a gremlin.
Giggling over corpses like a feral little devil, clapping knife and hand together like a kid, tongue out having the time of his whole 50(?) years. Fuck you Merle, dont make me smile with your sadism, you unhinged little fuck.
Merle Dixon x Fem!AFAB!Bookworm!Reader || Smexcerpt
Plot: A certain genre always always always turns you on and the only other person who's always in the library with you- is dirty, surprisingly intuitive, Merle Dixon.
Warnings: Smut. Public/Library sex. Age difference. Pussy eating+riding.
Merle's mouth on your cunt felt like heaven. And something about the dead silence around you made it even better, like you could let slip a moan any time and someone could see this.
Your fingers dig into the arms on the comfy library chair you're slumped in like a puddle so hard the carpet-like fabric feel will definitely leave a numbing imprint behind on the pads of your fingers long after you let go. Every time he sucks your clit, starting out gentle but getting harder and crueller every time, you want to scream. All you can do is throw your head back on your neck and grind yourself against his mouth. You started out biting your lip and chewing the inside of your cheek, in a desperate attempt at keeping quiet, but you're losing it. Now your mouth hangs open, dangerously close to making sound.
All you want to do is moan his name. You think his name would be so fun to moan and beg. Merle. Or Dixon. You like them both, or you just like him. Nevertheless, you cannot, under any circumstances, do what you want. Not here!!
But when he rubs his mouth against you, searching for better purchase, searching to breach your pretty pussy deeper and make the sweet lil bookworm cum all over his face, you almost do. Luckily you've done this before with him, and you're practised at silence, but every time this happens its getting harder. Merle Dixon... You like him.
You really have to invite him over soon- to see your books, of course. And fuck you in a bed so you can be loud with him, scream his name, and he can say all the dirty things you know he's thinking.
Merle takes note of your throbbing, dripping state then and gives your heated pussy a delicious lick over the top, for good measure. Pulls his face away, an inch or two. "Babygirl, you're gonna kill this poor old guy."
You cover your face out of embarrassment, but that only seems to make him worse.
He gives your hip a harsh pinch and you have to bite your lip again to keep from moaning when the pain shoots right to your core, and it feels good. "C'mon, up y'get."
Lost in a drunk stupor, you give a nod and merely hum. Yeah, okay. You know what comes next.
Merle settles into the armchair you vacate, spreads his knees like he has a foot and half rock hard to account for, and the sight of the bulge in his jeans make you drip down your bare thigh. Maybe it isn't a foot and a half but he's more then enough. You cant believe simply reading a book in a library got you here.
When he reaches in between his thighs, cups it and gives a squeeze just looking at you, like you're the sexiest thing the old man has ever seen in his scummy life, it feels like he's torturing you more then he is himself. "... oh god Merle." You sigh, breathless. Needy.
With a smirk, the bastard put a finger in front of his mouth. "Shhhhhhhh. C'mere, baby."
You do not have to be told twice.
Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his worn old jeans have become second nature for you by this point, and they're gone before long at all. Then you're sinking down on his fat dick. You used to close your eyes for this part, just enjoy the stretch, but Merle's facial aerobics are far too good to miss and you can do both. He looks like he hasn't had pussy as warm or wet as yours in decades, his big hands squeezing your hips to his so he can feel all of you. And he can barely contain himself, moaning a little through tightly closed lips.
"Shit, sweetheart... if you don't start now I'm gonna just fill this pussy up. Cant help myself."
The thought occurs to you that in another world, you would let this man spill in your cunt without a second thought. You could be reckless. But since you're not, and you cant be, you don't tease; you set your hands on his shoulders and raise up above his cock again, before grinding down on him for a second time. Again, so your clit rubs against him. Again. And again, until you build a momentum and ride him seamlessly. Squeezing his dick tight in your throbbing cunt, covering him in your slick, making it drip down to the chair cushion.
When you get close to cumming, you have to cover his mouth and he covers yours, little sighs and grunts escaping when you're so close to bursting. Even if the librarian caught you now, you're certain you couldn't stop. He's too good, his cock- he- the creepy old bastard. stretches so good. so thick, so deep- you want him so bad--
He holds off until your orgasm rolls through your body, strangling his dick in your heat so tight Merle has to grit his teeth to stop himself whining for you. His head drops back on his neck then, grinding his hips up into you one last time, lovin the feel of your sweet cunt milking him so damn good. Gently, you lean in and put your lips to his neck; suck a hickey into a his skin.
Soothe him through his own orgasm.
Another moment passes, then he pats your butt and you tiredly lift yourself off him, so he can paint your thighs white. You watch his face, and smirk. You just know he makes the best noises, when allowed.
You are absolutely going to invite this old man over to your place.
