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DIET PEPSI - E.W.

Warnings; MDNI 18+, smut (durrr), pwp (maybe?), cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring, reader is a bit shorter than ellie, reader has a bookshelf and a cat named Pixel.

Author's Note; this took me longer than anticipated (months babe, months) but I had skewl and werk, so like spare me? I kinda friggin hate this but idk, i'll continue working pookie's, trusss i'll get better.

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Summer, probably the most eventful season of the year. People are outside, soaking up the sun by going to amusement parks, taking walks, having picnics and most importantly, going to the beach! You liked the sun, enjoyed a nice warm day sitting on your patio and flipping through pages of a good book.

Not today though, today you were packed into a cramped hatchback and on your way to the beach after your friends coerced you into tagging along. You had no hate for the beach, just rather not have sand in every single one of your crevices. The drive was long, four dreadful hours of unnecessary banter and dumb dad jokes.

The beach finally came into view and a wave of relief washed over you, the idea of stretching your legs excited you – more than it should’ve – and you couldn’t wait to check out the boardwalk. You happily hopped out the car, stretching your tensed muscles.

Setting up didn’t take long, there wasn’t much you had to do but put out a couple of chairs. Soon enough you’d stripped down into the pastel yellow two piece bathing suit, floating on the surface of the water you were starting to appreciate being dragged out the house. That was until-

Splash.

“Fuck you!” One of your friends giggled, they’d started a water fight ruining your moment of peace. “What the hell!” You yelled, they apologized – very insincerely – before returning to their intense water war.

“Fuckin’ hell.” you whispered to yourself while walking back to the setup, your friend Cam stayed back, flipping a few burgers on the grill. “What’s wrong, not interested in water sports?” He asked.

Maybe not that kind.

“Not at the moment,” You collapsed in one of the beach chairs, thankfully you’d brought a book to entertain yourself in case something like this had happened. Digging through your beach bag, you retrieved your current read in hopes to finally relax for a bit.

“Hey, Cam?”

“That’s me!”

“Where’s the cooler?” Cam pointed you to the blue bin, you lifted the lid off being greeted with somewhat melted ice and multiple brands of beers and seltzers. “The fuck…?” You whispered to yourself trying to find a beverage that didn’t contain alcohol “Are there- no sodas?” You asked, holding up the beer can.

“Sorry sugar, Danny packed the cooler and it seems like he didn’t think things through.” You groaned, throwing your head back frustrated, though there was a simple solution to your despair. You reached over to your bag again, scrambling through the sunscreen, perfume and portable charger to grab your wallet and phone.

You let Cam know you’d be taking a walk down to the boardwalk to grab a drink. “Hey, grab me one too!” You nodded, slipping on your denim shorts and flip flops you headed over to the lively boardwalk, before you could reach your destination you came across a couple of kittens.

“Well hello.” You crouched down, greeting the array of kittens, calico’s, tuxedo’s and an orange kitten, the whole package dealing for chaos. “You guys look like you could use a snack too.” You smiled.

The boardwalk had an old 70’s vibe, bright colors and older building designs, a pleasing sight to see. You wandered around a bit in search of a corner store, which you found next to an ice cream parlour. Entering the store, the design was fitting to its exterior, short aisles you could see over, old model slushie machines and surprisingly empty refrigerators, damn.

You greeted the girl at the counter before picking up what you needed, some cat food, a couple of bottles of water and a pack of candy for the road. The doorbell rang again, indicating that someone else had walked in but you paid it no mind.

“Is that everything?” The cashier asked as you placed your items onto the counter, you thought to yourself before realizing your initial reason for even making the trek down here.

“One second!”

You quickly turned back into the store, searching the refrigerator for any signs of good beverages but unfortunately for you there were very limited options. You bit the inside of your lip, feeling slightly defeated that was until you came across a drink you knew.

“Diet Pepsi?” You read, verbally disappointed. Not only was it one of your least favourite sodas, but a diet soda at that. You pondered, whether or not you should just grab it and force yourself to enjoy it or leave for some other dehydrated person to pick it up instead.

“Fuck it.” You opened the fridge, bending down and reaching for the glass bottle you saw another hand in your peripheral. “Hey!” You straightened yourself out, the hand was seemingly attached to a rather attractive individual. She was around your height, maybe an inch or two taller, auburn hair and a tattoo that was freshly inked. Her skin was also a bit sunburned, her galaxy of freckles highlighted graciously from the burn.

“Were you gonna grab that?” She pointed to the bottle, you nodded. “Awh, really!” She pouted, you furrowed your brows, trying to figure out why someone your age would-

“Well, ya’ snooze ya’ loose!” She quickly grabbed the Diet Pepsi out of the fridge and headed to the front counter.

“Are you fucking joking?” You said to yourself as you watched her buy her stuff and leave. Once you’d stepped up to the counter, you had a slight pout of your own; sad to lose your sugary carbonated beverage. You sighed.

“What’s my damage?” You opened your wallet, searching for bills. “You’re actually good to go, that girl paid for your stuff.” You looked up to the cashier, shocked.

“Yeah, she paid for everything. Said she was trying to apologize for grabbing the last diet pepsi.” Now you felt bad, in your head you’d been calling her all types of names – an auburn cunt for one – just for her to pull such a good deed out of her ass.

Maybe she’d done it on purpose, knowing you’d be upset, she probably did it to make herself seem like the bigger person. You wouldn’t let her get the upper hand on you, hell no. You quickly gathered your things before rushing to the door “Thanks!” You yelled as you exited the store.

Looking around, you thought you’d lost the girl. Luckily for you, she seemed to have stopped at another store, exiting the shop you pushed past people, muttering quick ‘excuses me’s’ and ‘sorry’s’ frequently as you caught up to her.

“Hey!” You said, now standing in front of the auburn haired girl out of breath. “Did you follow me?” She chuckled, looking over her shoulder then back at you. “Why did you do that?” You furrowed your brows and tilted your head, the wind picked up blowing your hair into your face.

“Do what, steal your Pepsi-”

“Pay for my shit.”

Neither of you spoke, she gave you a tight lipped smile before shrugging her shoulders. “I felt bad-”

“Why, it had nothing to do with you?”

“You’re never going to let me finish, are you?” She asked, you bit the inside of your lip, looking around before turning your focus back to her. She gave you a look to which you returned with an uncertain one, you couldn’t read her expression completely but if there was one thing you could get from it was just how attractive she was. She explained her reason behind the ‘good deed’ but you weren’t buying into it.

“You pay for every girl's groceries?” You joked, giving her a sly smile. She chuckled, scratching the back of her neck.

“Only the pretty ones.” Slick.

“Right, and how far has that gotten you?” You raised a brow, you couldn’t lie you were intrigued by her ‘player persona’ but the last thing you needed was a shitty fling to hold onto during the summer.

“You wanna find out?” You rolled your eyes, pushing past her she turned, watching you walk away from her. “Is that a yes?” She yelled.

“I have to do something first!”

“Awe, they’re so cute!” She cooed, the two of you sat on the curb feeding the kitten you’d bumped into earlier. You fed them the cat food you bought, playing with them as they wandered around the containers of food.

It didn’t take a lot for her to convince you to split the Pepsi over a basket of fries, which you folded — under no pressure really — sitting outside the Mom N’ Pop Burger Shop she told you about herself. You told her about your cat ‘Pixel’ at home and your embarrassingly large bookshelf. You got to get a feel of her newly finished tat, which she’d said was the reason she was even at the boardwalk that day.

You spent hours talking to her and walking around the beach — away from your friends of course, forgetting you’d even come to the beach with them — the sun had begun to reach the horizon, and you knew you’d have to depart from her soon. You walked with her to her car, it wasn’t brand new but it definitely fit her. She got into the driver's seat, leaving the door open as she situated herself. “You coming?” She asked.

“Coming where?” You folded your arms over your chest, biting inside of your cheek. You had a feeling of where this would be going, and it excited you a bit but you didn’t wanna seem all that easy — but god. “I have something to show you.” She smiled — that fucking smile.

She didn’t drive you out too far, just to a nearby cliff. You could see everything on the beach and with the sunset, it made everything all that much more beautiful.

“Wow.” You scooted forward in the passenger seat, semi hypnotized by the merging colors and casts along the clouds. “I know, pretty sight, isn’t it?” She watched you take in the clouds, your shocked expression making her smile.

“Pretty is an understatement.” You muttered, she chuckled. She continued to watch you, eyes lowering to your chest that was covered by the yellow bikini top you happily picked out this morning and your shorts, she wondered, did you always dress so sultry?

It was getting to her.

Gently, she placed a hand on your thigh, now staring out at the sunset trying to play off her move. “Seriously?” You giggled. “What?” She looked at you, trying to keep her cool but deep down she was hoping you weren’t catching onto her. “If you’re gonna make a move, make a fucking move.” You spoke slowly, leaning over to her.

“Yeah?” She leaned into you, you both smiled before closing the gap between the two of you. Lips colliding like planets, the crash was heavenly, you held onto each other like you could slip away at any second.

It didn’t take long for you both to hustle to the back seat, what was it you said about being easy earlier? Fuck it.

Her lips tasted like salt and Pepsi from the meal you shared earlier, you smiled against her lips. She undid the small knots in your top and let the material fall. She removed her tank top, revealing her bare skin underneath.

She pulled you back into another heated kiss, trailing a hand down to shorts, desperately unbuttoning and unzipping the denim. You placed your hands behind you, resting your weight on them as her hand snuck into your underwear, the feeling of her slender fingers against your cunt was to die for.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been properly fucked, you’d gotten so used to your own fingers that you almost came at the light gesture of her caressing your lips.

She sunk a digit into you, giving you slow strokes before impulsively deciding to add another. Your brain felt like mush and you hadn’t even gotten to the good part. “Fuck.” You breathe, moving your hand to grab her hair, holding it a bit tight but she clearly didn’t care.

She quickened her pace, building the knot in your belly. You pulled her back into you, you whimpered against her lips and you could feel her breath become staggered. The windows had become foggy and you were pretty sure any passersby would be able to see a slight rock in the vehicle.

You could feel yourself coming closer to release, one you so desperately needed and she probably did too which is why she came to an abrupt halt. “What the fuck.” You whined, tears brimming your eyes. You didn’t mean to cry but you just really wanted that orgasm.

“Shh, don’t worry. We’re not done just yet.” Smiling, she tugged your shorts and underwear off in one go, leaving you bare. She joined you in your nakedness, getting you onto your back she fixed herself between your thighs, aligning her cunt with yours.

She held your legs open and went to town, she watched as her pussy slid against yours. The sound of the slick drenched skin filled the car along with the moans and occasional chants of “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Fuck your pussies- fucking amazing.” She mumbled, picking up the pace. You pathetically tried to match her speed, but you were too far gone, your only thoughts were of her; just how in the world was she so good at this? She clawed at one of your boobs, watching them slightly bounce with each grind against you. She only hoped to remember this moment forever, she’d definitely be getting off to the thought of this later.

“Fuck! M’close!” You uttered, you held onto her hips, trying to study her movements in a way. “M’right there with you babe.” She groaned, leaning close to you.

Your back slightly arched off the car seat, the tingling sensation took over your body and you saw stars. You both stilled, feeling her slightly twitch against you, her slick drenching your cunt and both your cum dirtying the backseat of her car.

“Holy fuck.” She smiled, trying to catch her breath. “That was-”

Your phone rang. “Shit!” You searched for it on the car floor, finding it buried in your shorts. You didn’t bother checking the called ID, knowing exactly who it was.

“Hello?”

“Babe, we’re are you? We’re ready to leave, we’re waiting on you.” Cam sounded a bit annoyed, hell you would be too if he promised you a drink on a hot day just to sneak off to get fucked; but he didn’t know that.

“I’m uh- I got lost! I’m on my way, give me five. Ok? Love you!” You hung up, reaching for your clothes. “Babe?” She furrowed her brows at you as you continued to get dressed.

“Cam, he’s a friend. Trust me.” Shitty reassurance, she tried to ignore it and grabbed her clothes as well.

Once you were both dressed, she drove you both back to the beach. It was quiet as you were on the phone the whole time, checking the messages you’d missed from your friends from when you’d first left.

“They’re gonna fucking kill me.”

“I don’t blame ‘em, I mean you did leave to get your pussy played with.” You scoffed, hitting her arm gently. “You bitch!”

“It’s the truth!” She chuckled as she parked the car, ironically across from where your friends were parked. You were ready to exit the car, but that’s when you’d realized.

“Hey, we never gave each other our names.”

She smiled. “Ellie.”

You gave her yours and quickly got out of the car “So I don’t get a phone number, nothing?” She said through the rolled down window, rolling your eyes you reached for her phone quickly making a contact and handing her phone back.

You quickly made your way back to your very irritated friends, you gave them a weak smile. The walk of shame didn’t do much to back up the lie you told Cam but hell, you’d have to find a way to stick to it.

“So no kiss goodbye?” Ellie yelled from her car, you turned around smiling brighter this time.

“Sorry babe, I told you, M’not that easy.”

“Oh sure!” She made a little pussy eating gesture before sliding back into her car, you flicked her off giggling. “Who was that?” Your friend Sara asked, you brushed her off before joining the others in the car.

That day had an interesting effect on you, the sex you had was engraved in your mind. It was the only thing you could think about for weeks, the only thing you could really get off too at night. You told Sara and Cam about your little hookup, which they scolded you for leaving them out of the loop for so long but applauded your boldness.

Unfortunately for you, Ellie never called. You tried giving her the benefit of the doubt, making up excuses to why she never called. She was probably busy with work, or visiting her adoptive father in the south, maybe she’d forgotten about your number or was too scared to message you. There had to be a reason, a good one at that – being ghosted for over a month was starting to get to you.

On the Fourth of July, your friends had planned a small house party. They barbecued and brought the alcohol, you sat on the couch with Cam as he scrolled his feed and you went on about Pixel’s disliking to his new cat food – on the contrary he was a rather picky cat – as he continued to refuse the new brand.

That was until Cam came across something, “Hey, isn’t this that girl you hooked up with at the beach?” He pulled up her profile and the memory came flooding back, you did your best to not clench your thighs together. “Yeah, why?”

He opened her story which read ‘happy fourth!’ with Lana Del Ray’s ‘National Anthem’ playing in the back. It was a layout of four photos, but it was the last one that got you the most. It was her and another girl sharing a rather warm kiss, you felt your eyes watering a bit.

You grabbed Cam’s phone, closing the story and looking through her page. Her first post with the girl dated to around a week after you’d hooked up with her, you continued to look scrolling through the highlights.

A bunch of date nights, hand holding photos and the one that made your stomach churn the most. They were both visibly bare laying in bed together and happier than ever, an aesthetic couple's post; you were in shambles.

“You ok babe?” Cam asked, you got up before he could place a hand on your shoulder. You locked yourself in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, tears began to fall. You didn’t know this girl, only that she was a really good fuck. You could only ask yourself, how could you be so stupid.

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hersuniverse · 18 days ago

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Oh we’re so back 🧏‍♀️

i'm drunk and have been thinking a lot about what's like to be eaten (literally) while having sex. also i haven't posted in a while so have abby.

warnings: THIS DOES CONTAIN MENTIONS OF CANNIBALISM, DEATH. also mentions of fingering (r!receiving), sex.

buffalo replaced - mitski

cannibal!abby who is patient. many wouldn’t know it, they see bleeding impulsivity as something all-consuming, something that remains unable to be swallowed. unable to be anything else, anything softer. oh, but abby could be so patient.

sitting, waiting. assessing. she spent her days counting vertebrae of the women who came into coffee shops, sloppily tracing the shape of collarbones into the wood of tables with her bumpy, bitten nails. cannibal!abby was a creature who had existed in hunger before she had quite known what hunger had truly felt like. what was hunger, separate from a yearning for skin under her fingers? what was the absent feeling beneath the sharpness of her teeth, if not love?

cannibal!abby had met you at a park. a wet, foggy day, wind gnawing at flashes of exposed flesh. your scarf had flown off your shoulders, sinked away into dewy grass — and abby, in all her shallow kindness, had picked it up. she hadn’t even meant to. the feeling of silk softness called to the prints on her fingers, and she had wanted to know what it felt like to touch it. something soft, something giving. cannibal!abby had only ever known the fight of last life, of the women beneath the harshness of her hands who had finally understood that no kindness was left within her. only hunger.

you had thanked her before she even looked at you, before you even got a good look at her. would you have thanked her still, had you seen the empty blue of her eyes? the starved creature chained beneath? could you even see it, she had wondered. you hadn’t seemed to mind if you had. short conversation followed, and you’d already invited her for coffee. something to ‘warm her in the winter weather’.

cannibal!abby who knew how to do everything right. who knew how to act a person like a puppeteer; far enough to let the strings on her own limbs pull taught, feel squeaking pain under her own skin — close enough to feel just the edges of existence, to know that feeling it was living.

cannibal!abby who was charming. soft laughs and genuine, somewhat genuine, interest in what you did. it was something practiced, like learning how to hunt, how to aim the barrel of a gun. something you never forget.

you blushed, and abby had imagined, then, the taste of your blood had she bit into the sculpt of your cheek like an apple. something gnawed at her, in the seams of her untoward existence. what was it? a craving, a yearning. it felt familiar, in its own way. like something she was born with, but had never found.

cannibal!abby who made sure to take it slow. she measured the days she would text you, mark them on her calendar. a plan was something holy, something needed, though, she had never taken this much time with anyone before. abby was patient, but she wasn’t kind with her time. she had been hungry all her life, so her life had thus been so rushed, so all consuming — chasing the facile feelings of hunger, of taste. she hadn’t breathed in a person this long. it was funny. on every date, you had smelled like honey and white wine. it made her hesitate. they say it takes the strength of biting into a carrot to bite off one’s own finger.

cannibal!abby who had invited you back to her apartment on the eighth date. she never takes this long, and she mentally scolds herself as she kicks her shoes off in the doorway. she felt it akin to aging liquor in wooden barrels, her waiting. she liked to think she could feel your blood getting sweeter the longer she held your hand in hers. but she just enjoyed the softness of your palm.

cannibal!abby who is gentle in bed. fear spoils the meat, she’d told herself some time, long ago. she’d gotten it from something, read it in a book or seen it in a show. either way, they were right. she’d hated the scream of people, the pitch of their voices as their life seeped in their last breathes; she hated it. it soured the experience. and the meat was tougher to eat, then. harder on the teeth of an animal.

cannibal!abby who runs her hands along your sides, mapping you like she’d forget you once you were gone. she spoke in dulcet tones, whispering trails up your neck like she could tattoo the pallor of your skin once life had left it.

‘that’s it’

‘good girl, you’re doing so well for me’

her fingers stretch you like they know you, like they’ve known you for longer than abby lets on. her breath is heavy on your chest, the taste of alcohol on her breath souring the flesh of them. cannibal!abby who kisses gently, softly, ghostly measures tracing the boundaries of your body like she was creating something new, sundering what you were and what she had so longed for.

iron and kindness were the same taste on her tongue.

cannibal!abby who feels how you flutter around her, how you want her like she’s never been wanted before, needed. something like a growl blooms in her chest, something mean but not inhumane.

‘fuck, baby’

‘yeah, you want it? tell me. tell me what you want.’

cannibal!abby who hears you plead and knows its for a taste. in the height of all, she wants to believe you want to know the feeling of her teeth tearing meat from bone. she wants to imagine how easy it would be, how much you would give her. cannibal!abby who admits that she doesn’t want to fight anymore. she doesn’t want to plan, to deceive, to trick. she wants to exist, and know that the world wants her to exist too.

cannibal!abby who brings a knife down like jagged teeth. cannibal!abby who forgets planning, forgets precision and patience. cannibal!abby who wants you dead because dead is easier to deal with. she feels your nails scratch at the bedsheets, something taught and horrible and scared, but you don’t scream. maybe … maybe you believe it’s an act of love. abby does. oh god, she loves you. and she wants you to know it. abby wants to believe you know it. abby wants to believe that you want her to be fed.

cannibal!abby who watches life leave like she has a million times before. cannibal!abby who takes a breath, something that sits heavy in the false life of her lungs, and feels nothing.

she feels nothing.

cannibal!abby, once so adept with her knife, with the separation of a blade in hand, slicing skin like she’d never touched it, who’s teeth come down like starving pearls. once, she’d cook the meat in a pan, in the starch of her kitchen, clean and organised. she’d use spices, and add sides of vegetables. she’d made it a meal. like a human would.

fuck that, she’d thought. no more distance, no more separation. she’d descended upon your dying flesh like an animal ashamed, teeth pulling at the fabric of your skin like it was any easier for her to tear you apart than it was for her to put you together. like you weren’t what you had once meant to her.

she’d felt your blood drip on her lips, felt the heaviness of your muscle sit in her stomach. she watched your face like it would move again. like the twitch of your lips post-mortem meant that you loved her still, despite it all.

cannibal!abby who felt your love in every swallow, and never felt hungry again.

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