#stumbled across my gifs on twt and it made me :(

[venusandsaturnsrings]

inceltaru is so genius. kisses ur forehead. i have so many thoughts.

grinding against each other while he sits in his gaming chair, walking in on him watching some weird hentai anime, finding the nsfw manga he keeps in his bedside table.

ESPECIALLY. him thirsting over a chubby reader because his brain is too rotten from all the hentai with chubby girls hes consumed. jsut thinking about if he could ever get you to agree to recreate those nasty things with him

KISSES U BACK!! i can’t claim the idea of inceltaru as a whole (i stumbled across smthn abt him on twt like a year ago) but i’ve very much tailored him to match my preferences and how i see his character better!! when i first started writing him, it was bc there was no other content like it out there and if you want a job done right, you’ve gotta do it yourself y’know?? modern problems require modern solutions etc etc… ANYWAYS you’re a genius here this is for you MWAH!! >///<

if you asked Ajax his favourite genre of manga, he’d tell you something unassuming like slice of life or romance; he may even name some titles if pressed. he’s also a big fat liar with shelves of various adult materials, primarily centred around chubby girls and breeding. his computer has numerous tabs and folders dedicated to his favourite sites and videos unabashedly visible on his desktop. it’s not hard to come across something related to his perverted interests unless he’s chosen to stash it all away; he does this when you’re coming over.

to set the scene, it’s well into the evening and you’ve spent the day lounging in his house playing various games and chatting about mostly nonsense but he was still hanging onto every syllable that left your mouth. after drinking what you think was his fourth energy drink of the day, he went to the bathroom and you decided to poke around at the things he never let you touch. your first objective was the small shelves hidden behind a door under his bedside table. as quietly as possible, you opened it up only to be faced with a basket of… toys… and various mangas with covers featuring plump girls covered in certain substances. you were slack jawed. you had known Ajax was a bit of an oddball immediately upon meeting him from the way others talked about him and warnings your friends had given you but he was just so sweet and had a certain pathetic charm about him that you couldn’t resist. you just hadn’t quite expected these sorts of things to be amongst his collection of knick knacks.

unbeknownst to you he had reentered the room. Ajax cleared his throat and you whipped around only to be faced with the ginger sporting a half hard-on and a generous blush across his pretty face. he shifted slightly from foot to foot without making eye contact before speaking, though his voice cracked slightly.

“snooping around huh? i hadn’t quite… planned for you to see this sorta stuff so soon,” he paused as if thinking, “it’s only appropriate that you apologize, yeah? but i’m not sure that’ll cut it…” Ajax walked closer to you and bent down to be level with your face, his pupils blown wide and drool practically spilling out his mouth. “i can forgive you if you let me try out some of that stuff with you?”

he was nothing short of handsy for the rest of the night, flipping you through various positions but his hands never left your full hips for longer than a handful of seconds. Ajax practically had hearts in his eyes every time he blew his load straight against your cervix and made you whimper from the depth and feeling of fullness. his nervousity never quite left, fingertips trembling and brows furrowed, but the unsure nature of his movements was endearing in an odd way. it was a passing thought you couldn’t dwell on with the small vibrator held firmly to your clit at all times.

[empresskylo]

𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | beth greene decides it's finally time for her to rebel like all the other teenagers her age and sneak into a bar. and maybe even hook up with an older man who can show her what it's like to feel good. (non-apocalypse au) 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | beth greene x daryl dixon 𝐰𝐚𝐫��𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, reader still in high school but is eighteen, 𝐰𝐜 | 3.6 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | still on my bethyl bullshit all these years later, what can i say.

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The cool breeze swept past Beth’s exposed legs as she made her way to the bar, her arm linked with her friend’s. 

Beth didn’t often rebel, she felt no need. But she was sick of everyone treating her like she was fragile or innocent. Like she was still a little kid. Her closest friend, Emma, convinced Beth to come out to the bar with her. 

“I don’t know… We’re not even twenty-one.”

“This is exactly why you need to come,” Emma said, rolling her eyes. “I have fake IDs dummy… Everyone I know has gone out drinking. I can’t believe you still haven't!”

And with that, Beth was set on going out with her friend. She wanted to prove everyone wrong. She was eighteen and freshly graduated. She was lost on what to do now, she never really had any perfect ideas for what to do after high school. All she wanted right now was to forget. 

And get laid. 

Yes, laid. Beth wasn’t a virgin, but she wished she was. Her last boyfriend, Jimmy, was nice and all, but he was inexperienced and didn’t seem to care if Beth was enjoying herself or not. She thought that if she went out to a bar, she’d find an older man, someone who could show her how it’s done, instead of the immature boys she’s been with. 

When she saw herself in the mirror of Emma’s bedroom, her tight skirt clinging to her hips, her shirt draped just the right way, she found a new wave of confidence. So she decided it was final. Beth was going to live as all teenagers did. She was going to sneak into a bar and hook up with an attractive older man. 

When they stepped foot into the noisy bar–their IDs working like a charm–Beth suddenly felt a bit nervous. Emma could sense her apprehension, “Come on. You jus’ need a drink!”

Beth nodded and followed her. 

After a few drinks, Beth found herself loosening up, and even dancing. 

She was busy swinging her hips to the beat of the song that was booming in her ears when she looked up and didn’t see Emma beside her anymore. She spotted Emma across the dance floor, flirting with some guy. Beth suddenly felt a bit awkward with her friend not dancing by her side. She took another swig of her drink and shuffled her way to one of the back tables. She wasn’t about to ruin this for Emma, but it wasn’t as fun when she was dancing all alone. 

Beth didn’t realize how much she had to drink until she tripped over the legs of one of the chairs. An arm reached out and caught her before she could fall onto her face. The man connected to the arm pulled her back and she bumped into his chest. Beth’s drink sloshed in the cup, spilling on her shirt, “Shit.”

“S’you alright?” The man who caught her asked. 

Beth looked up to a rugged-looking man with dark shaggy hair that hung around his face. He wore a deep blue flannel, a leather vest propped over it. 

“Yeah, sorry. Thanks for catching me.” 

He just grunted and walked away. Beth centered herself and stumbled into the bathroom to clean her shirt off. 

After being in there for far too long, Beth made her way back out, looking for her friend. When Beth couldn’t spot Emma, she slid her phone out of her pocket and checked her messages. 

Cute college guy invited me back to his place!! Can you find a ride home?

Beth sighed. Typical of Emma to ditch her like this. This is exactly why Beth didn’t go out. She should have stayed home. 

Yup. I’ll be fine! Have fun (;

Beth probably shouldn’t have been so nice, but she found it hard to be upfront sometimes. 

After grabbing an ice water from the bar, Beth decided she should leave. She downed her water and made her way to the exit. 

She stood out front, the warm air making contact with her face. She could still hear the thumping of the music behind her. She slid her phone out and saw a flashing low battery sign. 

“Perfect,” she said sarcastically. 

She went to call Maggie when a man came stumbling out behind her. He looked over and spotted Beth as she stood outside, the neon light from the bar’s sign lighting up her face.

“Hey, pretty lady. S’you here alone?” He slurred at her. 

Beth gulped, her mind sobering up. 

“No. I’m– I’m here with my friend. She’ll be right out.”

“I think you’re lying,” he said with a dark undertone. He kept making his way closer to her. Beth tried her best to back away but there was nowhere to go. The woods were behind her and the parking lot was dark. 

His hand reached out and brushed her arm, “You’re a cute lil’ thing, aren’t cha’?” 

Beth shook his grip off, “Please–” she pleaded. 

The man grinned, “I like when you beg.”

“Get away from her,” a husky voice shouted from behind them. 

Beth saw the man turn around, “Mind your damn business,” he spat back. 

Within moments, the man in the blue flannel from earlier connected his fist with the side of the other man’s face. He fell straight down: out cold. He must have been extremely intoxicated to go down so easily, Beth thought. 

Stunned, Beth looked up from her attacker on the ground, to the shaggy man in front of her. 

“Thanks…” she said breathlessly. 

He grunted, “You’re a real pain in the fuckin’ ass.” He turned around and began to walk away.

Taken aback by his comment, Beth followed him. “What’s your problem?”

He spoke to her as he walked without turning around, “Don’t enjoy spendin’ my Friday nights havin’ to help some dumb college bitch.”

Jeez, he certainly was blunt, Beth thought. 

“I didn’t ask for your help!” 

The man stopped and turned to her, “K’, then next time I’ll let ya handle it. Sure looked like you had everythin’ under control.”

Beth shook her head, she was over this. She had no idea why he even helped her if he was going to be such an ass about it. She turned around and walked back to the bar’s entrance and sat on the sidewalk, pulling her phone out again. 

The screen stayed black. “Shit.” Her phone was dead. And Emma had the money she brought. Maybe Beth could go back inside and ask to borrow someone’s phone. But since her last two encounters, Beth wasn’t feeling up to talking to any more strangers alone, especially given how many men were inside. 

A few minutes passed and Beth stood up, deciding to walk back. She certainly didn’t want to still be there when that man woke up. 

She made her way to the road. The streetlights were dim and didn’t give her much light to see the road which had woods on either side. 

Okay, Beth would admit it, she was starting to get scared. 

She took a deep breath and began walking. 

That’s when a red pickup truck pulled out of the parking lot and stopped beside her. “You walkin’ home?” It was blue flannel again. 

“What do you care?” She said without looking at him. 

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at her. Except she was right: What did he care for? She was no one to him. Yet, he still couldn’t get himself to drive away. 

“Get in.”

Beth looked over at him now, a bit shocked. “What?” 

“I’ll drive your ass home. Now get t’fuck in before I change my mind.” 

Beth knew she shouldn’t get into a truck with a man she didn’t know…at night…outside a bar. But she was going to anyway. She knew that he was a good man. Even with his crude remarks and bad attitude, Beth could see past that. He wouldn’t hurt her. She decided to trust her gut and walked around to the other side of the truck and slipped in. 

The soft rumble of a Led Zeppelin song played in through the stereo. The man stepped on the gas before Beth could even buckle herself. 

They drove silently for a few minutes until he turned to her, “Where do ya live?” 

The car smelt like fir trees and motor oil. It was nice, she thought. Beth explained to him where her farm was located and they went back to silence. Beth looked over to watch him, his elbow resting on the rolled-down window, one hand extended on the wheel. His face was dressed in shadows, his long hair messily framing his face, and a bit of scruff peppered his cheeks and chin. She liked the way he looked. 

“What?” He asked without looking at her. 

“What’s your name?” Beth asked, still staring at him.

He let out a frustrated sigh, acting annoyed by her question. “Daryl,” he begrudgingly got out. 

“I’m Beth. Beth Greene,” she said cheerfully. 

He ignored her, his eyes still locked on the empty road ahead of them. 

“So, Daryl… What were you doin’ at the bar?” She asked, trying to make conversation. But it proved difficult. 

Daryl scoffed, “What does anyone do at a bar.” 

“Get drunk?” She continued. 

“Get shitfaced, get laid, get into a fight. The only reasons anyone ever goes.” His southern drawl was heavy. It sounded nice to Beth. 

Right, Beth thought. 

Daryl finally peered over at her, “The fuck you askin’ me all this for?”

“I was just trying to be nice.” She crossed her arms over her chest, looking back out the window. 

Daryl’s gaze shifted back to the road, that small tingling came back again after seeing her pouting. He had got that feeling earlier when she barreled into his chest when he caught her. And when he spotted her walking in to the bar with her friend. 

“I can tell it’s all n’act,” she said. 

“What’re you talkin’ bout, girl?” 

“I can tell you’re a nice man. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gotten in the truck with you. And you wouldn’t have offered me a ride.”

He didn’t answer. Beth looked at him smiling slightly now. They sat the rest of the way in silence, just the sounds of the wind and radio cutting through the air. 

Daryl parked at the end of the dirt road leading up to the farm–Beth didn’t want anyone seeing some random man dropping her off. 

She unbuckled herself and turned to Daryl, who sat, leaning slightly against the truck door, peering back at her. 

“Still wanna get laid?” She asked him sweetly. 

Daryl basically choked on his own spit. He coughed a few times, completely flabbergasted by Beth’s inquiry. 

“You outta your mind?” He spat, shaking his head. “How old are ya anyways?”

“Eighteen.” Her face was bright red and she could see the tips of his ears pinking as well. 

He just stared at her, dumbfounded. 

“Everyones asleep by now,” she said before hopping out of the truck. She watched him as she shut her door, then turned to walk up the road. 

Daryl should have just turned his truck around and drove on home. 

But he didn’t. Instead, he shut off his truck, sliding his keys in his pocket, and jumped out of his truck. His feet disobeyed him as he followed behind Beth. She turned her head to peek at him and giggled, a big smile on her face. Daryl’s face remained emotionless, his hands resting in his pocket as he walked. He wanted to punch himself in the face. Shout at himself for still walking. Sure, he was a shitty redneck, acting without remorse, but he didn’t want to take advantage of Beth. She was the one who brought it up, he argued. He made no inclinations to suggest that this is what he set out to do. It was all Beth.

Cutting through the argument he was having in his mind, Beth turned to him. “We have t’be quiet. Jus’ follow me.”

They entered the house, walking as quietly as possible as Beth led him to her room. 

He felt like a damn high schooler, sneaking around like this. Yet, he never changed his mind and turned around. 

She led him into her bedroom and shut the door, flicking one of her lamps on. He smirked. 

“What?” She asked him. 

“Nothin’. Just exactly as I was expectin’” he said, referring to the pink bedroom with frilly bed sheets and stuffed animals scattered about. 

She rolled her eyes. Beth turned around and went to plug her cell phone in and slip her shoes off. 

Daryl made his way fully into her room and poked around at her things. He spotted a diary on her desk and gave an airy laugh through his nose. When he looked back over at Beth, she had removed her shirt and skirt, leaving her in just a pink frilly bra and white laced panties. 

A red blush sparked across Daryl’s cheeks, causing Beth to do the same. He cleared his throat as they stood silently in her room. He took her in: her petite figure, the curve of her hips, the length of her legs. She walked towards him since he decided to stand still and Daryl kicked his boots off. 

“Beth, I–” He muttered, not even sure of what to say. She was almost touching him as she stepped close to his chest. Her hands extended and rested on his chest. This was all new to her. She had only ever been with boys who she had been in a relationship with. She pushed her nerves down her throat because she wanted this. Needed this. 

And apparently so did Daryl. 

“You can touch me,” she whispered. 

Daryl gulped, his eyes going dark as his rough hands immediately gripped Beth’s hips, pulling her into him. Beth’s body was pressed against him now. She looked up, meeting Daryl’s eyes as he looked down at her. Their noses brushed and he finally closed the gap between them. The kiss was a lot gentler than she was expecting. Daryl seemed to be full of surprises. His hand reached around to her bum and he gave it a slight squeeze. Beth moaned into his mouth, making Daryl’s pants tighten. 

He deepened the kiss, pushing her back so she fell onto the bed. Daryl ripped his shirt off, pushing his jeans down as quickly as he could. Beth's eyes were full of lust as she traced over his body. His muscles were defined and his skin was golden tan. His boxers were tight on his hips as the tent in them stretched them out. 

Beth’s face must have shifted because Daryl approached her, his fingers twirling her hair, “You don’t gotta do this if you don’t wanna.” 

She shook her head, looking up at him, “I wanna. I really wanna.” 

Daryl’s voice was softer than it had been back in the truck, “Jus’ tell me if you wanna stop.” Beth nodded. 

Daryl tilted her head up and placed a kiss on her lips again. He pushed her back so she laid flat on the bed. He kissed her stomach and all the way down to her hips. His scruff tickled her slightly and she giggled. Daryl slid a finger over her panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs. Beth remained still, a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. None of her boyfriends had ever gone down on her, so this was all new territory. Daryl pushed her thighs apart as he kneeled onto the floor. The cool air brushed against her and she gasped. 

“Gotta be quiet for me, k’?” Daryl’s deep voice said to her. She nodded impatiently. 

His hands hooked under her thighs and pulled her butt to the edge of the bed and he leaned in, his tongue connecting with her warmth. Beth immediately gasped, covering her mouth with her hand so she wasn’t too loud. Daryl smiled. His hand came over, sliding one finger into her heat, his tongue gently kissing her clit. Beth stifled a moan. 

Daryl used a second finger, now pumping them in and out of her. His lips wrapped around her bud as he sucked, making Beth groan into her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut as she let Daryl finger fuck her while he massaged his growing erection in his boxers.

She almost couldn’t handle it any longer as Daryl’s mouth worked at her, his fingers curling to hit her in just the right spots, the wetness making obscene noises as he worked. Then Daryl pulled away, cutting her off. 

She opened her eyes and frowned. She watched as Daryl slid his boxers off, his lips glistening with her juices. He reached towards her and made her arch her back as he unhooked her bra. She could feel Daryl’s hardened cock against her thigh as he kissed her again, making her taste herself. 

“Taste jus’ about as good as ya look.” 

Beth’s doe eyes were wide as she saw Daryl’s full body when he stepped away from her. He dug through his pants on the floor for a rubber. Beth propped herself on her elbows as she watched him put it on, her need growing with every passing moment. 

He was back at her in no time. His finger made its way down to her core again, sliding it along her entrance. Beth fell back against her bed, a breathless gasp escaping her lips. 

She was getting impatient. “Daryl, please–” 

And with that, he lined himself up with her and bottomed out. They both grunted in unison. His hands gripped her hips, admiring her chest. He leaned forward and closed his mouth around one of Beth’s pink nipples. His tongue teased her, leaving her nipples glistening. 

Her hips bucked up, wanting him to move. “Fiesty lil’ thing,” he mumbled, his hair falling onto her face as he pulled out then pushed back in. 

Beth’s hands gripped her sheets, moaning as she felt Daryl fill her up completely. 

“Beth, yer so fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, his voice low. 

He continued to pull out then slam back into her, trying his best to keep her bed from creaking. 

They both stifled their moans, small breathless grunts pooling out of his mouth as he tried to keep quiet. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room, but Beth was sure no one could hear, as her room was the furthest down the hall. 

“Daryl, you feel so–Ugh–good!” She muttered, her brain foggy as she tried to form a sentence. 

Daryl felt his stomach flutter as he pumped in and out of her–her soft voice speaking his name sounded so right. 

“Keep doin’ that. Sayin’ my name,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse as he tried to speak without grunting. 

“Daryl,” she breathed. “Daryl, don’t stop,” her voice was barely above a whisper. “Daryl.” 

He couldn’t help but grunt as he slammed into her. He was growing dangerously close. 

Her hands wrapped around his biceps, holding on as he picked up his speed. His chest came down to hers, no longer having the strength to hold himself up. His hand slithered down to her bud, rubbing circles. “Beth– I don’t think–” 

“Me neither… Daryl–” Their words were barely coherent as they grew close. 

Beth moaned at full volume now. Daryl’s hand came up to cover her mouth, his cock finally spilling it’s fluid into the condom as he slowed down, his strokes deep and strong now. Beth moaned violently under Daryl’s hand, his own groans louder than before. Beth’s walls tightened, her legs shaking, making Daryl convulse as he continued to come with each stroke. 

After a few more deep pumps, Daryl collapsed on top of Beth, both of them breathless and dizzy. 

He slid out of her, removing the rubber and tossing it in the trash next to Beth’s desk. 

He came back to see a sweaty Beth, her hair sprawled out on the mattress, her cheeks a deep pink. 

Daryl turned and fell backward next to her, his hand resting on his stomach as he tried to catch his breath. 

Beth didn’t know sex could feel this good. She turned her head to look at him and he did the same. “How was it?” She asked him a bit timidly. 

He smirked, rolling his eyes slightly. “A lot better than I’d like t’admit.”

Beth smiled widely. Daryl caught himself wanting to smile back. He shook his head, sitting up. He searched for his clothes and began pulling them back on. He figured she’d want him out of here. Post-climax regret was typical in hook-ups, especially for women. 

“You’re leaving?” She asked. He finished pulling on his vest and turned to her. She sat on her bed in an oversized t-shirt now, her hair messy around her. God, he was kicking himself for being so dazed by her. 

“Need me t’sneak out the window?” He joked. Beth giggled. 

“Would you… I mean…Want to do this again?” She asked. Daryl felt starstruck as he looked at her. What on earth would a sweet little girl like Beth want to do with a grumpy asshole like Daryl? Sure, he thought she might be rebelling, she is at that age, and decided to sleep with some old guy from the bar to get back at her parents or some shit. But to want to see him again? To not be shoving him out the door at the end, wishing she never brought him home. 

His eyes locked with her blue ones. 

“I mean if you want to. I just thought… Well, I had a nice time, so if you did… Maybe you’d want to…” she awkwardly mumbled out. 

“Yeah,” He said. 

“Okay, cool,” Beth tried to say smoothly, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

Daryl felt another godforsaken smile creep up to his lips as he watched her in front of him.

Shit , he thought. He should not be falling for Beth Greene.