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𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒 | 𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐌𝐀𝐍

Kinks/Warnings: Mean!Shauna, Biting, Orgasm Denial, Dacryphilia, Object Insertion, Sub/Dom Dynamics, (Semi) Noncon, Blood Kink, Knife Play, (Minor) Daddy Kink, Impact Play, Spit as Lube, AFAB!R, No Aftercare/Comfort(?), Hunter/Prey Dynamics, Established Relationship, Not Proofread

A/N: Heh… I kind of like this (even tho it’s not proofread) aaaand, well, because writing mean Shauna is so fun! Remember guys requests are open all the time wink wonk send ‘em in wink wonk!

W/C: 1.9K

Shauna lost capture the bone. Shauna hates losing. So what better to do than walk around camp being a sour puss?

She’s glaring daggers at anyone who even so much as breathes in her direction.

“Loser says what?” Mari sings triumphantly. You snicker as Mari holds an ‘L’ over her forehead. Shauna rolls her eyes, seething with anger.

They should have some respect for their queen, Shauna thinks inwardly. (Grumbling aswell.) She grabs her journal, shuffling into her hut to write. The pencil scratches the paper rapidly. She’s focused, gripping the spine of the book. The fall chill causes the pages to fly around.

It was obvious that every page was full until there was no more room.

“You know,” Mari starts, twirling the ends of her hair, “For someone in such a position of power, she is such a sore loser. Is she always this way?”

You remember. Losing even scrimmage matches made her blood boil. Even with a thousand kisses and some head, she still wouldn’t forgive and forget.

“Remember when she poured a good ass milkshake in Lottie’s backpack?” Mari snickers. “She still won’t admit that she did it.”

You nod. “She spent $7 on that milkshake. From our favorite diner.”

Mari nudged you. “Your favorite diner? Oh Ms. Shipman, when's the wedding!” She pretends to be fainting, one hand on her forehead, other clutching her chest.

You get embarrassed and nudge her back. “Knock it off.” You mumble.

You sigh, lamenting. “I’m gonna talk to her.” Mari nods. “Approach with caution, soldier. Try not to get your head chopped off.”

You stand, and she leaves you off with a salute.

Knocking on the flimsy wood of Shauna’s hut felt awkward, so you just enter without a word.

“What the fuck?” Shauna growls. “Why are you here?”

You sit on one of the cushions, repurposed from the plane crash as seats for her hut. The Queen gets the best.

“I was just.. checking in.” You shrug. “Can’t I check in on my girlfriend?”

Shauna scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You may as well fuck Mari.” She mumbled under her breath.

“What was that?” You ask. Shauna furrows her brows. “Don’t think I didn’t see you. Practically fucking slapping labias with her. Laughing at her jokes.”

You scoff in disbelief. “You’re mad because I laughed at a joke? Jokes are funny. So yes, I’d laugh?”

Shauna slams her notebook shut. She stands up, looking down at you. “You should show respect.”

“Respect?” You question. “Im your Queen.” She states plainly.

You shrug, laughing while your eyes dart around. “Yeah. What should I do? Kiss your feet?” You joke. “I’ll leave you be.”

You stand up, walking towards the forest on a cleared path. It was marked with small stones that lead to an area towards camp.

Leaves crunched under your feet. As you walked further, there was no sound.

You’re alone, surrounded by humming cicadas, a chilly breeze and sounds of other small animals. You sat on a tree stump, taking in the view.

It’s quiet until you hear a branch crunch. You turn around, then back ahead when you see nothing.

Shauna is inching closer, her breath shaking excitedly. Her knife is holstered away in her shorts. She creeps behind you and when she gets close enough, she pounces.

You yelp as Shauna wrestles you down to the floor. She opens her mouth, teeth connecting to your neck hard.

“What the fuck?” You scream. She flips you onto your back after you struggle more. “Shauna? What is this?”

“Bow to your queen, bitch.” Shauna smiles sadistically. Her breath is hot and heavy. Before you can even complain, she crashes her lips onto yours.

Her hands are groping every part of your body. She kisses you like she hadn’t seen you for years. You kiss back, half moaning half yelping.

Teeth clashing, leaves crushing, and saliva spilling made you dizzy.

She forces her tongue into your mouth, licking inside your mouth. She grunts. She pulls back, chest rising and falling as she looks down at you.

“Stupid little girl doesn’t know her place,” Shauna scoffs. “I’ll fuckin’ show you.”

Shauna kisses you again, her touch bruising and relentless. The inside of your mouth tastes like blood. She bit your lip on purpose. The metallic taste makes her moan. She laps up the blood.

“Tastes so good.” She mumbles against your lips.

Her hand finds a way to your pants to unbutton them. You squirm away.

“Shauna.. ‘m sore from last time.” You complain.

“Shut the fuck up. I didn’t ask you to speak.” She barks.

Pulling away from your lips, she finds herself on top of you as she pulls your pants down halfway. Her thumb presses hard against your clit—the kind of harshness that makes you yelp.

She could feel that you were wet. Your clit twitching against her thumb told her everything she needed to know.

You whine, grabbing her wrist. “It hurts. I don’t want it.”

She slaps your hands away, pulling your panties to the side and plunging her ring and middle finger into your cunt.

“Hm, really?” She thrusts her fingers slowly, her pace agonizing. “Your pussy is so wet though? Guess you dont know what you need.”

Shauna continues her movements slowly, watching you hungrily the entire time. Your pussy was already achingly sore, but this makes it worse. Or better. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand for Shauna.

You didn’t know if you wanted more—or maybe less would be the best option right now. Shauna enjoys seeing your slick coating her fingers. She enjoys taking what she wants. She enjoys being ruthless while fucking you.

You’re so close to cumming. Shauna probably wouldn’t like that, but you needed it. However, she certainly wouldn’t be pleased by you acting in your own free will.

“Shauna please,” you whine. “I need—“

Slap.

Shauna slaps your cheek with her free hand. “I didn’t tell you to speak. But since you wanna be so bad.”

It makes you whine so loud. “I just need to cum!” You shout as if you’ve gone mad.

Slap.

“You dont cum until I fucking tell you to.” Shauna growls.

Shauna starts reaching for her knife and you panic. Your mind races with a million thoughts in one. Is she going to kill me? Is she just going to make me hurt?

She brings out her knife in all its worn out glory. The hilt of the knife was worn down from use, the blade was nearly dull, and Shauna’s evil smirk reflected in the knife.

The knife inches towards your cunt. Your chest rises and falls rapidly. You switch between holding your breath to brace yourself for anything Shauna might do, and breathing raggedly in anticipation of what Shauna might do.

The pointy tip of the knife drags against your clothed pussy, slowly but just enough to scare you. She looks up at you, smiling when she sees your expression.

But she thinks it’s not enough. So, she nudges the knife against your clit. Just to hear you yelp; to which you did and it makes her chuckle. She does it again, slowly so the pleasure washes over your body.

Your mind wonders, just wondering when she’ll be done when her knife cuts through the thin cloth of your underwear, leaving you very exposed. Your pussy was on display for her, your clit slightly swollen from her touch.

She smiles at the sight of your swollen pussy. “Hm, do you think you deserve lube, baby?” She questioned, her fingers wiping up your wetness.

You nod frantically. “Please Shauna.”

She scoffs. As if you actually had a choice.

Suddenly, she harshly shoves the hilt of the knife into your pussy. The stretch from the hilt burns. She doesn’t give you a second to adjust before she starts thrusting it up into you ruthlessly. You yelp out for her, holding her wrist to try to pull her away.

“Stupid fucking girl thinking she has a choice.” She says between heavy breaths and moans. “You’re too stupid to think clearly.”

Shauna fucks you like she can feel it. She imagines it was her dick instead of her knife. The hilt feels like it’s bruising your cervix. Would Shauna care even if it did? No. She wanted you to feel her for days.

Her unrelenting pace and the slightest nudge against your clit drives you crazy. You’re making a noise somewhere between a moan and a scream. Something deep from your chest coming up and out of your mouth.

Shauna knows it hurts. The thought of this hurting makes her feel so good. She’s moaning wildly, her hips bucking up against nothing. She’d been soaked from the start, but now? She could cum in her fucking pants.

“Shauna..” You mumble meekly, not meeting her gaze.

Shauna grips your chin, keeping her pace up. She turns your head to face her.

“What? You’re so fucking needy today.” Each of her words were punctuated with a hard thrust.

“..Need to cum.” You say, gasping and trying to look at what she was doing. She snaps your head back to attention.

“Really? How do you ask properly?” She coos. Too sweet for a changed woman like her.

You feel embarrassed. You struggle to get the words out. Three encouraging slaps are granted to your cheek that she’d slapped twice before.

“Please daddy. I need to cum. ‘M sorry for being so bad. I‘ll be so good for you. I promise. I’ll do anything you want.”

Her lips curl into a twisted smile. “Good fucking girl.” She praises.

She spits onto your cunt, granting you some sort of lube. Then she forces your mouth open to spit into your mouth.

She wanted every part of you ruined.

Her thrusts are now deep and hard. Your eyes roll back as you feel a pressure building up in your stomach. Your eyes are glassy and your lips are parted as you moan wildly.

She’s fucking you stupid and now you’re enjoying it.

Her name falls from your lips like a mantra, gripping her wrist to keep her there. Your nails dig into her skin and she moans from the pain.

“Fuck,” a choked moan. “Please. I'm so close.”

Shauna pouts, cooing at you. “You wanna cum?”

You nod, looking her right in the eyes. “Please.”

She goes impossibly faster, her hand releasing your jaw. She spit down onto your clit before she rubs it in harsh circles. Your movements aren’t in your autonomy, but fueled in your own pleasure. Your body arches in ways you never knew were possible, moaning her name.

“Im close.” You repeat. “Please let me cum.”

Shauna laments. “Okay. You can cum.”

Those words were like a flip had switched. With a few more thrusts, white hot pleasure shoots through your body and veins. You cum hard, coating her knife in your cum. She smiles, rubbing your clit softly and bringing her thrusts to a stop.

She helps you come down from your orgasm, waiting for you to relax before removing her hand from your clit, and her knife from your cunt. When she pulls it out, she first makes sure you’re looking before she starts licking it off.

She moans at the taste, then after being satisfied with the cleanliness of the hilt, she puts it away.

You knew the drill by now.

Shauna leaves you on the ground by yourself, tossing you a cut piece of cloth for you to clean yourself with.

You have to struggle back to the camp once you wipe up the remnants of your orgasm. Everyone knew by now never to question it when you came back like that.

They just allowed you to curl up and sleep while Shauna pretends everything is sunshine and rainbows.

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