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80svhstapes · 3 months ago

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A Sense of Belonging.

Summary: When rescue arrives, everyone seems to think Lottie is crazy for wanting to stay. Except for you. You find solace in each other.

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x Reader

It was a foreign feeling knowing that you were going to be on your way back home. No one had humored the idea in months, it was likely that the group had given up on the idea of ever leaving the wilderness. You had adapted enough to know how to survive, the thought of integrating back into a regular society almost felt wrong. You had changed so much and returning back to the person you once were wasn't exactly something you were excited for.

Not everything had been perfect out in the wilderness of course but you thought that in the place you were at now, it didn’t seem too bad staying here. You thought that everyone had accepted the idea of staying but maybe that had only been because there was no other choice before.

For you, it wasn’t like you had left a lot behind when the plane had crashed. You never had much to begin with but you actually liked the person you were out in the woods. You were proud of everything that you had made out of yourself here, you liked this version of yourself.

A big part of you had also grown to enjoy the routine you had fallen into. People had come up with their own games to play, you had learned how to craft and hunt, you partook in ceremonies. It wasn’t so much a boring life anymore. Now that you had found your footing and adjusted it wasn’t too bad and it was like if you went back home everything you had built would all be for nothing at all.

Back home had never felt so fulfilling like being in the wilderness. You had a purpose. You could be yourself without getting scrutinized. You were free.

Everyone had already packed for the supposed six day trip but you struggled to decide on what to bring with you. There were the essentials of course. Water storage, clothes, a spear for protection, but besides from all that you didn’t know what else to pack. The things you had made or collected out in the wilderness wouldn’t have much use back home but it was proving difficult to bring yourself to depart from all of it. Those were the things that kept you going for so long, both physically and emotionally.

Natalie was hyping everyone up, clearly ecstatic to finally be free of this place but her voice was starting to drown out with all the thoughts circling your mind. The only words ringing in your head were Lottie’s from earlier that day. We don’t belong there anymore.

You couldn’t find it in you to disagree with her words. Only a day ago had you ritualistically cannibalised your soccer coach, you didn't see how anyone could return to normal after the practice you had fallen into.

Out in the wilderness you were survivors, predators, cannibals, you performed rituals and honored the wilderness. That had become your new normal. You had experienced a new kind of high that you weren't ready to leave behind.

You could be wild and free without the judgement and you were riding that high. Home never felt like that. The thought of being stuffed back into the same box that society tended to push you in in order to fit in with its standards made you feel sick. You could be yourself out here, but not at home.

As Nat warned Hannah and Kodiak not to make any funny moves along the trip back and everyone picked up their belongings all set to leave, you found yourself drifting over to Lottie. If there was anyone you could confide in, it was her. You felt like she’d understand whatever the gnawing feeling was inside you.

Only, you got so far until her voice had interrupted you.

“I’m staying.” Lottie announced to the group, making you and everyone else pause.

“Yeah, cute joke, Lott.” Van didn’t think she was serious.

“Not joking.” Lottie placed her small backpack down. You noticed that was the only thing she had with her, she hadn’t seemed to prepare for the trip at all. At least you weren’t the only one who had struggled deciding what to bring.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Gen exclaimed.

“She actually might be crazy.” Melissa seemed to agree.

“She’s not crazy.” You jumped to her defence, stepping forward and facing the group. If anything, you understood just where she was coming from. It didn’t make much sense going back home after everything that had happened. You weren’t those same people anymore.

Shauna eyed you warily.

Lottie gave you the faintest look when you stood up for her, wondering if someone else was feeling the same thing as she did. Something felt so entirely wrong to her and she couldn’t shake that feeling and if there was anything Lottie had learned in the past year, it was to not ignore those instinctual feelings.

“Why?” Misty finally asked a relevant question, bringing Lottie’s gaze over to her.

“I can't go back.” Lottie shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “If I go back, nothing will be- well. I won't…” Lottie paused for a moment, a small furrow forming between her brows. “I won’t be well.”

The pained expression on her face was hurting you. You wanted to reach out to her and tell her that things would be okay, she needed to hear it from someone.

“I won't be me. The me that was made out here.” Her eyes promptly lit up as she spoke about who she had managed to become out in the wilderness. She was proud of what had been made out in the wilderness, it was some place she finally belonged. She couldn’t walk away from that.

It appeared that you weren't the only one who took pride in who they had managed to transform into. You found yourself deeply resonating with her words. It was hard to know you had to walk away from the thing you were most proud of.

“And that unwellness that I feel, I feel it so deeply in my bones. We're safer here.” Lottie’s voice had almost dropped to a whisper, like she was afraid of everyones reactions to her words. It opened up old wounds for her to hear people call her crazy again. Yet she couldn’t shake that feeling that something was wrong about all of this.

The group had fallen silent for a moment as Lottie’s words sunk in. No one else had dropped their bags yet

“Can we actually trust them?” You asked the group, looking over at the explorers as you expanded on Lottie's words. What she had said was making you question things even more. The truth was you couldn't be completely sure that you were going to be safe with the explorers. They were strangers, outsiders. You certainly didn't feel like you could trust them.

No one seemed to want to answer your question as everyone looked at everyone else to say something. Nat was the first to speak up.

“Fine. You know what? You stay then.” Natalie disregarded your question and gave Lottie a look before turning away from her to face the group again. “Everyone else, let's go.”

Lottie’s expression faltered. She didn’t understand how everyone had switched up so quickly and was willing to leave everything they had built behind, it was like they were walking out on her too. Lottie always hated feeling lonely.

You didn’t think Nat could possibly be serious. You couldn’t all just leave Lottie behind on her own out here. You had built a community together, you survived together. You couldn’t believe she was walking away from all of that.

“Akilah had another vision.” Lottie abruptly revealed and Akilah froze as the attention was put on her. No one was sure if it was an attempt to get everyone to stay with her but given Akilah’s reaction as she shrunk in on herself, Lottie wasn’t lying.

You also wavered hearing the new information. They hadn’t been down in the caves today, it was her vision she had outside of there and that had to mean something. It didn’t matter to you what Akilah saw, if she was having visions it meant that there was more left to do here and that only gave you more motive to want to stay. There was too much to be left behind that shouldn’t be abandoned.

“I’m staying. With Lottie.” You rushed out before everyone would set off again. There were so many reasons to stay that you couldn’t push aside anymore. You shrugged off your backpack and placed your roll of blankets down on the ground. “We can’t go back.”

The group paused yet again and Natalie groaned as she turned on heel again to look over at you.

“Why the fuck not?” Natalie’s patience was running thin. This was rescue. Turning the opportunity down was a reckless idea.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Lottie took a tentative step towards you, her features softening as she regarded you.

“This doesn’t feel right. Going with them doesn’t feel right.” You gestured to Hannah and Kodiak. You didn’t know those people. They had seen too much. You didn’t feel like you could trust them to keep you safe, to keep your secrets, not after what they had witnessed. They didn’t understand you like you had grown to understand each other.

“Has everyone gone fucking insane?” Natalie threw her hands up in the air, she was beyond exasperated.

“We've been through literal hell. You have no right to keep us there.” Travis directed that one at Lottie like she was the very one who put him through hell.

You couldn't stand to see them ganging up on Lottie like that. She only ever tried to help. It was rare that her instincts were off and she had said that those explorers didn't belong. They probably should never have stumbled across the campsite in the first place. You trusted Lottie to protect you, it wouldn't be the first time she'd be your guide.

You didn't want to wait and listen to whatever else they had to say. You left your belongings on the ground and grabbed Lottie's hand, taking her into her hut with you. The voices outside became muffled within the small shelter but you could tell they were discussing something.

“Those people have ruined everything. They don't belong.” Lottie was beginning to sound rather frustrated as she tried to reason with her decision but you didn't need convincing. You already understood why she had said what she did and you had your own reasons to be siding with her decision.

“I don't want to lose everything.” Lottie's grip on your hand tightened when you tried to move away but you had only gone to sit down on the bundle of blankets made into a bed. You did manage to coax her into sitting down with you.

“Don't let them take me away. I can't go back there.” She choked out, her voice cracking as tears welled up on her waterline yet again.

Lottie shuffled closer to you and laid down in the heap of blankets, settling her head down in your lap and bringing your arm around her as she clutched onto your hand. She had gone from worked up to breaking down within a split second, it almost threw you off. There was a slight tremble throughout her body that made you hold onto her tighter, the urge to comfort her growing stronger. She had been there for you for the past months, it was only right to return the favor when she needed it.

It was beginning to seem like there was more to the story that you didn't know about. Lottie seemed absolutely terrified of going back and while you understood why the thought of going back home felt so foreign that it felt wrong, her desperation to stay was much more extreme than yours.

“We're not going to lose everything.” You assured her softly, rubbing soothing circles on the back of her palm. You couldn't make promises for the others, you weren't sure if they were going to stay too or drag you along or let you stay here alone, but you were going to do whatever you could to make sure Lottie wouldn’t lose more than she already had.

“I can’t.” Lottie whispered out, staring at nothing in particular.

Moments passed in a troubling silence. You were finding it difficult to find the right words to say to her. It wasn’t like you jumped at the mention of rescue either but you weren’t sure if that was the right thing to say to comfort her.

“I’m here, Lott. I’ll always be here.” The most you could offer up was your presence as you held her in a comforting embrace.

She seemed to appreciate the sentiment as she nuzzled her head into your lap. With your other hand, you gently threaded your fingers through Lottie's hair to help soothe her. You could feel the way her body relaxed from its tense state.

“I belong here.” Lottie murmured, turning slightly so she could look up at you.

Your eyes met her soft brown ones as your hand continued to stroke her hair. “It’s nice to finally feel like you belong, I know.”

Lottie wasn't the only one who didn’t want to let go of that. You never fit in much back home but you were accepted here. Having friends didn’t mean you weren’t lonely. You were lonely, but not out in the wilderness. You had bonds with the people around you like never before.

Small smiles were shared between the two of you. Lottie was absentmindedly fiddling with your hand, playing with your fingers and tracing random lines over your palm. The stillness surrounding the both of you was peaceful as you found solace in each other's company. It was reassuring for the both of you to know you weren't alone in this.

Voices outside the hut captured both of your attention and the little bubble you were in broke. Whatever conversation was happening outside grew rowdier, everyone talking over each other, until a click was heard. It was quiet for a long moment, save for one voice. You couldn't quite make out what was being said but the argument seemed to have settled.

Soon enough, you could hear footsteps approaching and the blanket acting as a door to Lottie's hut was pulled back. Shauna stood there and looked between the two of you for an extended moment. “They won't be going anywhere.” Shauna spoke up.

Perhaps you wouldn't be alone in staying after all.

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80svhstapes · 3 months ago

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The Butcher.

Summary: A series of events in which your relationship with Shauna develops while you're out in the wilderness. A certain spark ignites after you share a kiss and it turns out that as much Shauna liked using her knife on you, she likes seeing it in your hands just as much.

Warnings: 18+ smut, hints of corruption, shauna's knife™, heavy make out, fingering, oral, blood, violence, typical yellowjackets gore, butchering of a rabbit, R is down So Bad for shauna, a bit of fluff because shuana's secretly a softie too

a/n: i need shauna to turn me into being her little lapdog pls um this might be the most self indulgent thing i've ever written... anyway!

This certainly wasn’t where you expected yourself to be. Not after you had been making out with the girl who was now standing to your right only days ago. The two of you hadn’t really spoken about the kiss since it had happened. Anytime you tried to bring up Shauna merely brushed you off as if it was so casual that it didn’t need to be talked about. Maybe you were just making something out of nothing.

The feeling of her blade against your neck was something you hadn’t forgotten. You’d probably never forget how you felt in that moment, slightly fearful for your life but also the most turned on and excited you’ve ever been. A part of you was still shocked that Shauna had kissed you back but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

The brunette had been keeping a close eye on you since the kiss, wondering what she should do with you and what the kiss actually meant to her, and to you. She wasn’t sure if you had kissed her to save your own ass or because everything you had rambled on about was true and you did like her that much.

She didn’t know why she had kissed you back either, if it was because you admired her so much and that made her feel special or if she simply wanted to feel something other than the suffocating anger she was drowning in. So she had set it upon herself to test you in a way to see what she could do with you and how being with you sat with her.

Now the very knife she had held against you was weighing heavily in your own hands as Shauna guided you through skinning and gutting the rabbits so you could help cut up the meat with her. You were a bit surprised when she called on you to help her out for meal preparations but you also couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to spend time with her. As if Shauna would let you decline anyway.

Her hand wrapped firmly around yours as she adjusted your grip on the handle to make sure you were holding the thing properly. A steady grip was important for control over the knife, or so she said. Shauna’s hand felt rough against your one, they were much more calloused and weathered compared to yours. She had a firm hold over you, showing just how much control she held that she was now subtly exerting over you bit by bit.

Next came the motion for cutting. Shauna’s other hand wrapped around your wrist once she deemed your grip acceptable enough and she led you through each movement, practicing it through the air for now. She was trying not to smirk at the feeling of your heart racing against your pulse point as her thumb rubbed over your wrist.

She guided you through it firm and slow, giving you an idea of which angle to hold the knife at, which direction to cut and how much pressure to use. She had you repeat each motion yourself after showing you how to do it, the grip on your hand softening before tightening again when she led you through it once more.

She scolded you for letting your grip loosen on the knife after she had let go of you. She had gone to hold the rabbit's limbs out so it was easier to slice through the hide but apparently you were too distracted to keep your focus on what you were meant to be doing.

Cutting through the air wasn’t the same as cutting up an animal though. As soon as Shauna spread out the rabbit for you to make the first incision, you were hesitating. You hadn’t exactly done this sort of thing before, this wasn’t your role out here.

“Cut it up. It’s not that difficult.” Shauna chastised you for your falter, giving you an expectant look as she nodded towards the animal. You were taking too long for her liking. It was just a rabbit. You ate them near enough every day.

You knew it’d be a good chance to impress her. You had to do it. Besides, you had already stepped up.

Taking a deep breath, you placed the tip of the knife in the space between its back legs and slit through the fur all the way up to its rib cage area, starting to expose the skin beneath. The rest was to be peeled away using your fingers. Shauna said it was safer that way as to not accidentally taint the meat by piercing any of the guts inside.

You tried not to grimace too hard at the feeling of the bits of skin getting trapped under your nails, knowing Shauna was watching you. It somehow felt like a test to see how well you could hold up but you weren’t sure why she was testing you. Still, you wanted to be deemed worthy for- whatever it was.

It was a test. Shauna wanted to see what you'd do for when it came to it if she asked, how much you'd do for her, what kind of relationship the two of you were going to have. She was going to have to test you one step at a time.

Shauna was scrutinising you under her gaze, picking up on every little expression you pulled, seeing how you handled the task at hand. She was silently pondering just how much she would be able to bring you to her level. You seemed rather eager to please and she liked that about you. She could use someone like that.

The guts were the next thing to handle. The more vile part of the job. Your eyes darted over to Shauna for just a second and you saw her eyes were already on you. Waiting. Your eyes didn’t stay on hers for long. You took another breath and tried to steel your expression as you made the incision through the skin, careful not to cut too deep and pierce any of the organs. You placed the butcher's knife down so you could scoop out its innards.

Every movement of your hands caused a squelch that rang heavy through your ears. Shauna though was watching you like she was captivated by each of your movements, it was almost like she was in a trance as she observed the way your hand became tainted in the animals blood.

“Good. Just like that.” Shauna’s words of praise brought you back to the situation at hand. You practically beamed at her and she all but rolled her eyes at your goofy smile. An expression that was far too gleeful for what you were actually doing. That wasn’t much on your mind though anymore, not when it had earned you Shauna’s approval.

Once all of the innards had been removed, you went to wipe your hands clean but Shauna had slotted her hand in yours before you could do so. You paused as you felt her fingers intertwining with yours, your eyes slowly drifting up to meet her dark brown ones. She gave your hand an encouraging squeeze, unbothered by the blood that was seeping onto her own hand

As you looked into each other's eyes, it felt like a thousand words were being shared between the two of you without having to say a single thing. A spark was shared between you as you stood joint by the hand.

It was then that Shauna decided that if you weren’t busy with your own chores, you’d be helping her with meal preparations.

A couple of days after you had your little lesson Shauna had taken you for a trip through the woods. The walk you were taking was a little quiet but the silence between you both didn’t feel awkward. The sunlight shining down from above created dancing patterns along the ground as the trees swayed ever so slightly in the crisp breeze.

You had now done several meal preparations with her and she approved of how quickly she was able to diminish your hesitation when it came to cutting up anything placed in front of you. Now she wanted to see how well you'd fare slicing through something a little different, whether you'd hold up to the task or disappoint her expectations of you. There wasn't much use in keeping someone weak around.

It didn’t take long to arrive at your destination. On the ground a few meters in front of you sat a small wooden box that the longer you looked at it, you noticed it was moving. Something was inside it. Shauna didn’t waste much time in approaching it.

“Shauna, what are you doing?” You asked rather hesitantly. You weren’t even sure what the box was for.

She didn’t give you an answer, she only slid open what appeared to be the lid of the box that turned out to be more like a door and she pulled out a live rabbit. You didn’t know when Shauna had started setting up traps around the place. She wasn’t the hunter and it wasn’t like you were short on food anymore, there wasn’t much need for her to be setting up extra traps.

You watched as she pushed herself up off the floor, holding the rabbit by the scruff of its neck. The animal seemed rather calm for the time being, it was barely wriggling in Shauna’s hold spare from the occasional twitch of its back feet.

“What is that for?” You were trying to make sense of the situation but the girl wasn’t giving you much to work with. You doubted she had caught a rabbit to keep it as a pet.

“Here.” Shauna took out her knife from wherever she had it tucked away and held it out for you to take. You automatically went to take it but then you hesitated once it was in your hand. There were only so many reasons she’d be giving you that knife in a situation like this with a captured animal.

“I’m not killing the poor rabbit! We’ve got enough meat to go around as it is. Plus, Nat's the hunter, so what are you doing out here setting traps? We don’t need to do that.” Your hand clutching the knife dropped back to your side and the face you pulled at Shauna was nothing short of exasperated. She couldn’t seriously be asking you to kill a poor animal that didn’t even need to die.

“You want to rely on Natalie and Travis to feed you forever?” She quipped back, giving you a pointed look. She already seemed ticked off just for trying to reason with her. “I sure as hell don’t.” She muttered out at the end.

Truthfully, you didn’t see why you couldn’t do just that. It was how everyone had survived out here by helping each other out and fulfilling their own roles. Everyone had a job and they all relied on each other to do that job in order to get by. Mastering another survival tactic couldn’t hurt while being stranded in the wilderness but you didn’t feel like this was the way to do it.

“I don’t know about this.” You shook your head a little, looking down at the poor rabbit and watching as its nose twitched. You shifted on your feet, scuffing your shoe in the dirt.

“You don’t have to be scared.” Shauna encouraged you on and she held out the animal she still had a hold of. The rabbit started to wriggle as it felt itself being moved in the air.

The look in Shauna’s eyes was wild and untamed. She wasn’t giving you a break from her heavy stare, she was waiting for you to crack under it. Shauna thought you had to toughen up and she was up to the task of helping you take that step. It was less so about the killing and more so about having the strength and courage to do what was necessary for survival. You had to learn that somehow.

You took a reluctant step forward, your gaze bouncing between Shauna and the rabbit. She wasn’t exactly wrong, there wasn’t anything to be scared of, but there was still that gnawing feeling in your gut telling you that you didn’t need to be doing this.

Shauna’s patience was running thin and she was starting to think you weren’t the person she was hoping she could turn you into. Perhaps your will to take that step up was a little weaker than she had imagined. She cocked an eyebrow at you as she anticipated your next move.

The next move you took surprised yourself as well as the brunette. In a quick slash, the rabbit's throat was slit, blood immediately spilling from the wound and splattering onto you and dripping down the glistening blade of the knife. The small animal squealed and thrashed in Shauna’s hold but within seconds it had gone limp.

A shaky gasp escaped you and your eyes widened and your stomach churned and yet with so many conflicting emotions going on inside you, you couldn’t deny how exhilarating that was. Shauna didn’t miss the intrigue in your expression, how you lit up ever so slightly despite the confusion within. Maybe she had found the right person to share her burden with.

Shauna’s eyes raked over your body once and then twice. The noise you had made was circling around in her head, she wanted to hear more of it. The way your hand was coated in a thin sheen of blood and how your clothes donned splatters of red was driving her mad. You were driving her mad.

A small thump sounded out as the rabbit's lifeless body hit the floor but you didn’t have much time to mull over what you had just done as Shauna’s body was then crashing into your own, her lips meeting yours in a desperate kiss.

It was messy, a heated and rushed kiss, teeth clashing and hips grinding against each other. The energy between the two of you was electrifying, charging the kiss. You steadied yourself against her, your arms coming to wrap themselves over her shoulders as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to her. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of the feeling of her lips against yours.

The knife was still clutched tightly in your bloodied up hand and Shauna was hyper aware of the way that it was hovering by the side of her neck as your arms curled around her. Instead of telling you to move or snatching the blade from you, she let it linger there. You hadn’t even realised you hadn’t dropped it yet.

Her tongue darted over your lips demanding an entrance and you happily gave it to her. You couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as you felt her tongue sliding up against yours, exploring every inch of you that she had access to.

Your body rocked against hers as the kiss deepened. You weren’t noticing how the edge of the tainted blade was grazing against the underside of Shauna’s jaw as you were too caught up in the sensations that were clouding your mind but it was sending Shauna into an absolute frenzy. It wasn’t just the feeling of the cool metal scraping against her skin, it was the fact that you were the one holding that knife there, holding her in such a vulnerable position and yet she knew she was safe enough not to get hurt.

Whatever the feeling was, she wanted more of it. She kept you flush against her as her tongue explored the inside of your mouth. You were starting to get a little desperate for air so you tried to break the kiss and Shauna bit down on your bottom lip for trying to move away from her before she wanted you to. She was the one who pulled back ever so slightly then, a small trail of saliva connecting your lips.

A small wince escaped you at the sharp sting of the bite and your own tongue swiped out to soothe the feeling while you tried catching your breath. Shauna’s eyes immediately darted down and traced the movement of your tongue, her gaze fixated on your parted lips.

It only took a few seconds for her to be on you again. You didn’t return to the group for a little while.

The night sky was illuminated by the moon and stars that shone above. It was a sight you had come to love over your time spent in the wilderness. You could spend every night looking up at them and never get bored of the view.

Everyone around the campsite had already settled themselves down for the night and you usually would’ve too but sometimes you liked to stay up a little later to take the time to appreciate what was in front of you when you had the peace to do so. Not that your peace would last long when Shauna was watching you through the branches of her own little hut, planning on giving you a much different sight to see.

You had never been in Shauna’s hut before but she hadn’t exactly given you the time to see how she had personalised her own little area as the moment she had you in there, you were down on the floor in seconds and then she was climbing on top of you.

Your pants were pulled merely halfway down your legs before Shauna shoved her hand into your panties and slid three fingers into your awaiting hole. She couldn’t conceal the groan when she felt how tight you were every time your pussy clenched around the intrusion.

“Oh fuck. Shauna.” You breathed out, gasping at how full you suddenly felt.

“You looked so good for me earlier, holding my knife, cutting up that animal. Couldn't keep my eyes off of you.” She muttered into your ear, keeping a low tone so as to not disturb everyone else while they were sleeping.

“D’you know how good you looked covered in blood like that? Do you?” Clearly Shauna couldn’t get enough of it.��Images of you flashed in her mind as she thought back to the recent moments you had shared. The expression on your face when you killed that rabbit, the blood seeping into your clothes and your skin. The way you so effortlessly gutted any animal that was in front of you now. That wild, primal side of you was definitely starting to grow on her. Even when she was the one pushing for that side of you to come out.

Her fingers set a rough pace slamming in and out of you, hitting that spongy spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. Your mind was being turned to mush under all the compliments and the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. It was almost too much to handle all at once but you also couldn’t get enough of it at the same time.

“My knife in your hands is a good look on you.” Shauna almost gleamed down at you and you almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It was almost something akin to admiration.

You had no idea where she even picked up her knife from but it was in her hand in the next second. She probably carried it on her more often than you thought, unless it had been lying on the floor beforehand.

“Take it.” She whispered out, so softly you could’ve mistaken it for a plea but then her gaze hardened as you just stared up at her with that blissed out expression on your face as she thrusted her fingers in and out of you repeatedly. She wasn’t giving you a break.

Your eyes flickered between Shauna and the knife and you squirmed beneath her, panting heavily as you tried not to moan too loudly from the way her fingers curled up so perfectly inside you. You were convinced she knew your own body better than you did.

The feeling of the cool tip of the blade against the nape of your neck sent a familiar rush through your body, the heat going straight to your stomach. Something about the thrill of submitting yourself under someone's power was almost addicting. Shauna wasn’t scared of herself, of her actions, and you admired that about her. It made her someone you want to give yourself to, you knew she could handle it.

“Go on. Take it.” She demanded, pressing the blade further into the side of your neck right where your pulse raced under the skin. Take it before I cut you open laid her unspoken threat. But she didn’t need to say it aloud, you already knew what would come if you didn’t do as she said.

Her thrusts were slowing down the longer you took to heed to her order and the alarming thought of her leaving you all worked up like that was making you whine. You knew what you had to do and Shauna knew that you knew, if that smug look on her face was telling you anything.

With an unsteady hand you reached for the blade, your fingers brushing against Shauna’s as you took a hold of the hilt of the knife. A smile graced Shauna’s features before it morphed into that usual smirk she wore. Your action was rewarded with her thumb rubbing tight circles on your little bundle of nerves.

There was a definitive difference between you and her. When Shauna held the knife she was very capable of causing harm and going to extreme lengths. She was the one in control. When you had the knife it may have meant you had the advantage and the potential to take control but you never did anything with that power. But you could at least pretend that you had leverage over her.

“Please.” You whined out breathlessly beneath her, shakily raising the knife up to Shauna’s shoulder and along her collarbone as if to coax her along.

“That’s all you got?” Shauna snickered at your attempt, almost mocking your pathetic plea. Even with the knife against her she was still the one in control. She always would be.

“More. Please. Shauna, fuck me.” You pleaded with her, bucking your hips into her hand and gasping as your clit rubbed against her hand in the most perfect way. You grasped onto her, the knife digging into her collarbone but not hard enough to pierce through her skin.

Shauna was absolutely eating up the sight laid in front of her. The fucked out expression on your face and you whined and begged for more while her fingers thrusted in and out of your fluttering hole painfully slowly.

“Faster.” You groaned out in frustration, rutting against her hand to seek out any more stimulation that you could. You pressed the knife firmer against Shauna’s collarbone and the smirk on the woman's face broadened. That was more like it.

Finally she picked up the pace again and your face flushed red when you could hear the evidence of how wet you were. She was hammering into you at a brutal pace but it only made you clench around her harder as the coil in your stomach started to tighten almost painfully. You never would’ve believed Shauna would let you hold her at knifepoint as she fucked into you but it was exciting you more than you’d like to admit.

“I’m close. I’m so close. Don’t, please don’t stop.” You whispered out an array of pleas, your hips moving in rhythm with her thrusts. She wasn’t going to stop, not when you looked so perfect splayed out beneath her, begging like that, holding the knife exactly as you had been told. One particularly deep thrust sent you plummeting over the edge.

Your body shook from the sheer force your orgasm came crashing down on you. The knife had slipped out of your hand as your grip went lax and it clattered on the ground. You tried to keep it quiet, soft whimpers escaping you as you bit down on your lip as hard as you could to conceal the sounds that wanted to escape. You didn’t want anyone coming in and witnessing this scene. Shauna slowed her thrusts slightly to let you ride out your high.

Shauna soon pulled out of you, sucking her fingers clean and groaning at the taste of you left behind on her. She adjusted herself, barely giving you the time to adjust to the aftershocks before her dripping pussy was hovering over your mouth. You outright gasped at how wet she had already gotten. You had barely done a thing to her and yet you could smell her.

A hand tangled itself in your hair to keep you in place as Shauna lowered herself down on your face. You didn’t need to be told what to do, your mouth was already open and waiting for her. You licked a firm stripe through her folds, the vibrations of your moans shooting right through Shauna and sending a shiver up her spine.

“Good girl, just like that.” Her gruff voice spoke out as she rocked her hips against you, shamelessly riding the lower half of your face to get herself off. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get that image of you out of her mind. It was like it was burned into the back of her retinas. You looked far too good covered in blood to be acceptable and it only made Shauna want to dirty you up even more.

Her juices dripped down your chin as she rutted against you. The knife fell out of your hands as you eagerly gripped onto the back of her thighs to keep her where she was, even if you struggled to breathe slightly in the position. Hearing Shauna groan like that was all you needed.

You dipped your tongue in and out of her hole as you held onto her desperately. Nothing else was on your mind except from making the girl on top of you feel good. You lapped up all of the evidence of her arousal before your lips came and sucked gently on her clit. You could feel the way it twitched against your tongue.

“That feels so good.” Shauna gasped from on top of you, tugging at your hair slightly from the added stimulation.

While Shauna was chasing her high, you took a moment to appreciate the sight above you. You watched the way her expression changed with every little flick of your tongue, remembering what she reacted best to and what coaxed the most out of her. You memorised the way her eyebrows furrowed slightly when you sucked her bundle of nerves a little bit harder.

The feeling of her clenching around your tongue was one you never thought you could never get enough of. It felt like you were getting addicted to her taste. You ate her out passionately, ignoring the slight ache of your jaw. The sensations you were bringing upon Shauna were quickly bringing her to the edge. She pushed herself harder against you, your tongue exploring her deeper.

Her thighs tightened around her head momentarily as she tensed up and you busied yourself drinking up the remnants of her orgasm, moaning into her cunt at the sweet taste of her filling your mouth.

You took your sweet time cleaning her up, kitten licking at her weeping hole and savouring every bit of her that you could. Your hands gripped at her thighs tighter when she started to squirm against you, leaving small crescent shaped indents behind where your nails dug into her. You didn’t want to let her go yet.

“That’s enough. Slow down.” Shauna hissed out, giving your hair a sharp tug. You swallowed and relented to her order, albeit reluctantly, and stared up at her with wide eyes.

She climbed off of you once you had let go of her thighs and practically collapsed on the ground beside you and you were both left panting for air. You licked your lips clean, wanting to savour the taste of her on your mouth. You never wanted this moment to end, even if the high of it all was coming down. It felt like you were becoming addicted to the rush Shauna gave you every time you were together.

After gathering enough strength to feel like you could move again, you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Wait, stay.” Shauna called out to you softly, a hand latching onto your arm before you could sit up properly.

You didn’t expect her to reach out for you so soon or to tell you to stay with her in her hut. Shauna didn’t know what she was doing either, she had just acted. Still, her request filled you with a warm fuzzy feeling inside. If she didn’t want you to go, you’d stay by her side for as long as she needed.

Shauna was pacing inside her hut. She couldn't find her knife anywhere. She wasn't one to misplace things, she never did, and yet it was on her person or in any of her bags or seemingly anywhere in her appointed space. Her mind immediately went to thinking who could have stolen it.

You sat perched on the makeshift door of your hut, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the shelter next to yours as you basked in the warm glow of the golden sunlight. You had occupied yourself with making a personalised gift for Shauna since your growing closeness. You hoped she’d accept it.

With a bunch of spare animal hide laying around you figured you could at least make use of it. The holster was coming together bit by bit as you measured it out using Shauna’s knife. You wanted to make sure it was a perfect fit so she could actually put it to use.

You had made it so she could either tie the holster around her waist or just hook it onto her belt loops. The skin was a little tougher to pierce through than you had expected so the stitches holding the pieces together weren’t perfectly even but it was still the right size in order to hold the knife in place.

It was a practical gift and you thought Shauna would appreciate that. She needed one anyway, you didn’t like how she tucked it away so carelessly on her body every time like she wasn't afraid of accidentally nicking herself. Plus she had that knife of her almost all of the time so a sheath would come in handy.

Your fingers traced over the bumpy texture of the holster, smiling slightly to yourself at what you had managed to make. You followed the lines of each stitch to make sure they were all taut and the knife remained stable in its hold. You slid the knife back out and placed it back down beside you again.

On the front of it laid Shauna’s initials, S.S. It made it feel a little bit more hers. You were pondering how you could make it that little bit more personalised for her when heavy footsteps interrupted your thought process and you looked up from your lap to see Shauna storming out of her own hut, making a beeline for where Mari was laid sunbathing. You thought their petty feud had ended already but perhaps it hadn’t.

You couldn’t quite hear what she was saying to her as you sat at a distance but you saw the way Mari immediately got defensive over whatever was said. She hopped up off the ground and started getting in Shauna’s space. Here we go again.

“You asshole. Give it back to me!” Shauna’s harsh voice brought the attention of the others around camp and you had also perked up properly.

Natalie didn’t even try to hide her annoyance watching the two girls go at each other again. It was like nothing she did to keep them apart ever lasted long enough as they’d be back at each other's throats again sooner or later.

“Why would I take your stupid little knife?”

“Because you’re an idiot!” Shauna snapped back.

Wait, knife?

You sprung off your feet, fumbling to sheath the knife back in the holster as you walked over to the pair before Natalie got there and dealt with the situation her way. You were the only one that could diffuse the situation before a fight broke out. You had unintentionally started the argument after all by not asking Shauna to borrow her knife for a little while so now she was accusing Mari.

“Shauna?” Your meek voice spoke out as you fidgeted with the holster in your hands.

“Not now.” She sent you a harsh glare for even daring to interrupt her but she faltered ever so slightly as her gaze drifted over you, specifically over what was in your hands.

The handle of her knife was poking out the top of the holster you were holding. A sheepish look took over your features as Shauna stared you down. It was hard to tell whether seeing that it was you and not someone else who borrowed her knife would calm her down at all but you hoped she would let you off easy.

“What is that?” She snatched the item out of your hands and you let her take it.

“I made you a holster. Thought you could use one.” You explained to her, your voice coming out much softer than hers.

Shauna traced over the shape and the outline and then over the initials you had printed on the front. Your mind was reeling thinking about what Shauna could possibly be thinking about. You weren’t completely finished with it, you wanted to add a few finishing touches but you supposed if she already liked it how it was then she could keep it like that.

“Yeah, uh thanks. I actually needed one of these.” She gave you a half smile as she tested it out, pulling the knife out slightly to slide it back in again. It actually fit rather snugly.

To you that meant she had accepted your gift. She hadn’t just taken the knife and thrown the holster back at you and you even got a smile from her. That familiar warm fuzzy feeling brewed inside you again as you watched Shauna examine what you had made for her.

“Just don’t take my things.” She warned you, her voice hardening up again. Even if the holster was useful, she still didn’t like how you had taken her knife without her knowing. You should’ve known better than to not ask for her permission for something like that.

“Okay.” You heeded to her warning, not wanting to test her. Next time you’d definitely remember to ask.

Shauna left Mari be without another word but neither of you were really expecting her to apologise for her false accusation. She gave you a small shove in the direction of her hut, a wordless command to follow her as she walked. You did so without a second thought, not even trying to hide the smile on your face at her invitation. You were definitely growing used to spending more time with her in her hut. You hoped it stayed that way.

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