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Fic: Settling Scores
For an anon prompt at Tumblr and for Scalding Hot Consent Issues Bingo square "Edgeplay - Risk of Death", here is a Daisy/Melanie noncon fic for TMA, set during S4. Melanie takes her revenge on Daisy for something that Daisy did to her. CW for noncon, gunplay and impact play, victim Daisy as well as past victim Melanie (same pairing).
Settling Scores
Daisy looks pitiful these days, lurking around in the Institute hallways like the saddest fucking ghost. Melanie keeps her distance first, ignoring Daisy whenever she tries to make eye contact, but the bullet wound still aches in her leg, and after a week of mournful gazes and build-up of rage, Melanie loses it and backs Daisy up into the cleaning staff's closet.
"You owe me," Melanie growls, glaring up at Daisy. "Give me your gun."
The weird thing is, the first emotion that flashes across Daisy's face is relief.
"Are you going to kill me?" Daisy asks, taking her gun out.
Saying nothing first, Melanie snatches the gun out of Daisy's hands. She checks the gun to see if there are bullets inside; it turns out to be fully loaded. "Turn around and put your hands against the wall," she says, taking the safety off.
Daisy says nothing in protest as she does as told, turning her back to Melanie and setting her hands against the wall. Melanie knows what Daisy expects; some kind of an eye for an eye thing, which she probably considers fair. And Melanie is going to give her exactly that- just not the kind she thinks. Pressing the barrel of the gun between Daisy's shoulder blades, Melanie reaches around for her waist, starting to unbuckle Daisy's belt.
"What are you doing?" Daisy's voice is blank, barely even curious. It's enraging.
"Giving back what you gave to me." Melanie yanks Daisy's trousers down to her knees, holding the gun against Daisy's back. It bothers her that Daisy isn't even trying to fight back, that she's apparently just fine with this. Melanie had fought, on every single step it had taken to get her into this very same closet, before and after. Gritting her teeth, Melanie pulls Daisy's underwear, a simple pair of black briefs, down over her arse, leaving them stretched around her thighs.
"Legs open."
Now, a tiniest flinch shudders through Daisy's body, but again she doesn't waste time, spreading her thighs apart enough for Melanie to see the dry slit of her cunt. Melanie takes her free hand to Daisy's stomach, stroking it while she brings the gun down between Daisy's legs, sliding the barrel against the slit.
"Remember when you had me this way?" she asks, pushing the barrel between the folds of Daisy's sex. She moves it back and forth, shivering as she remembers the sensation of cool metal against her own cunt. She remembers struggling and screaming, how useless it had been against the tight grip of Daisy's one single hand.
"Yes." Finally, there is a proper reaction from Daisy as her fingers curl up against the wall, a shudder running through her body. "I'm sorry. There was no excuse."
"Shut up." Melanie moves the barrel to Daisy's opening, sliding her hand down on Daisy's stomach over to her pubic mound. "Eye for an eye, though I guess that's an offensive thing to say at this place."
As she pushes the tip of the gun inside Daisy, Melanie pinches Daisy's clit, making her flinch. She soothes it afterward, stroking the flesh around it as she slides the gun further into Daisy, but once the barrel is halfway inside, Melanie slaps Daisy on her clit, this time drawing out a cry. Daisy's cunt clenches around the gun, and Melanie can hear her panting.
"It's only right," Daisy babbles. "I did it to you, because I wanted you to be afraid of me. You deserve to do return the favor."
"I said, shut it!" Thrusting the gun deep inside Daisy, Melanie slaps her on the clit again, following the strike with petting as she starts to thrust the gun in and out of Daisy. It's fucked up, what she's doing is so fucked up, but she keeps going, tormenting Daisy's clit and fucking her with the gun, thinking back to how it was like when she was on the receiving end. It was the same. This is just the same.
Except Daisy hadn't pretended it was right.
Melanie rubs Daisy's clit, rubs and rubs until Daisy is twitching around the gun, gasping soundlessly as she rests her cheek against the wall. Melanie rests her finger on the trigger, contemplating on pulling. Daisy had threatened that. Unlike her, Melanie hadn't known whether the gun was loaded or not.
With a grunt, Melanie pulls the gun out of Daisy. Daisy shudders as the barrel exits her body, her legs trembling.
"Eye for an eye," Daisy whispers. She tries to smile.
Mouth, hands quivering, Melanie empties the gun of bullets before tossing it on the floor, not looking at Daisy as she flees from the closet as fast as she can.
Settling Scores
Daisy looks pitiful these days, lurking around in the Institute hallways like the saddest fucking ghost. Melanie keeps her distance first, ignoring Daisy whenever she tries to make eye contact, but the bullet wound still aches in her leg, and after a week of mournful gazes and build-up of rage, Melanie loses it and backs Daisy up into the cleaning staff's closet.
"You owe me," Melanie growls, glaring up at Daisy. "Give me your gun."
The weird thing is, the first emotion that flashes across Daisy's face is relief.
"Are you going to kill me?" Daisy asks, taking her gun out.
Saying nothing first, Melanie snatches the gun out of Daisy's hands. She checks the gun to see if there are bullets inside; it turns out to be fully loaded. "Turn around and put your hands against the wall," she says, taking the safety off.
Daisy says nothing in protest as she does as told, turning her back to Melanie and setting her hands against the wall. Melanie knows what Daisy expects; some kind of an eye for an eye thing, which she probably considers fair. And Melanie is going to give her exactly that- just not the kind she thinks. Pressing the barrel of the gun between Daisy's shoulder blades, Melanie reaches around for her waist, starting to unbuckle Daisy's belt.
"What are you doing?" Daisy's voice is blank, barely even curious. It's enraging.
"Giving back what you gave to me." Melanie yanks Daisy's trousers down to her knees, holding the gun against Daisy's back. It bothers her that Daisy isn't even trying to fight back, that she's apparently just fine with this. Melanie had fought, on every single step it had taken to get her into this very same closet, before and after. Gritting her teeth, Melanie pulls Daisy's underwear, a simple pair of black briefs, down over her arse, leaving them stretched around her thighs.
"Legs open."
Now, a tiniest flinch shudders through Daisy's body, but again she doesn't waste time, spreading her thighs apart enough for Melanie to see the dry slit of her cunt. Melanie takes her free hand to Daisy's stomach, stroking it while she brings the gun down between Daisy's legs, sliding the barrel against the slit.
"Remember when you had me this way?" she asks, pushing the barrel between the folds of Daisy's sex. She moves it back and forth, shivering as she remembers the sensation of cool metal against her own cunt. She remembers struggling and screaming, how useless it had been against the tight grip of Daisy's one single hand.
"Yes." Finally, there is a proper reaction from Daisy as her fingers curl up against the wall, a shudder running through her body. "I'm sorry. There was no excuse."
"Shut up." Melanie moves the barrel to Daisy's opening, sliding her hand down on Daisy's stomach over to her pubic mound. "Eye for an eye, though I guess that's an offensive thing to say at this place."
As she pushes the tip of the gun inside Daisy, Melanie pinches Daisy's clit, making her flinch. She soothes it afterward, stroking the flesh around it as she slides the gun further into Daisy, but once the barrel is halfway inside, Melanie slaps Daisy on her clit, this time drawing out a cry. Daisy's cunt clenches around the gun, and Melanie can hear her panting.
"It's only right," Daisy babbles. "I did it to you, because I wanted you to be afraid of me. You deserve to do return the favor."
"I said, shut it!" Thrusting the gun deep inside Daisy, Melanie slaps her on the clit again, following the strike with petting as she starts to thrust the gun in and out of Daisy. It's fucked up, what she's doing is so fucked up, but she keeps going, tormenting Daisy's clit and fucking her with the gun, thinking back to how it was like when she was on the receiving end. It was the same. This is just the same.
Except Daisy hadn't pretended it was right.
Melanie rubs Daisy's clit, rubs and rubs until Daisy is twitching around the gun, gasping soundlessly as she rests her cheek against the wall. Melanie rests her finger on the trigger, contemplating on pulling. Daisy had threatened that. Unlike her, Melanie hadn't known whether the gun was loaded or not.
With a grunt, Melanie pulls the gun out of Daisy. Daisy shudders as the barrel exits her body, her legs trembling.
"Eye for an eye," Daisy whispers. She tries to smile.
Mouth, hands quivering, Melanie empties the gun of bullets before tossing it on the floor, not looking at Daisy as she flees from the closet as fast as she can.