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Well this was quite the predicament. Just to recap, both you and Lifeline had landed as a duo at Turbine on Olympus. You quickly ran off to get to the few supply bins leading the way to both Hammond Labs and the vent, and had even managed to acquire a golden knockdown shield despite the lack of weapons still. Ajay had been pinging frags before an abundance of pings rang over the comms. You had assumed she was already being jumped, adrenaline kicking in as you cursed out loud at the realisation. The urge to try and find better weapons soon overtook though as you tried finding anything at least a little speedier in order to combat them rather than a mozambique and p2020 combo. All you could hear was an array of gunshots, quickly taking the havoc in front of you as you attempted to run back to where your partner had been downed.
Before the duo could get to you, your eyes darted around in an attempt to find any sort of concealed area to hide in - quickly catching onto the compact vent leading towards the labs. You noted the fact that you would have to grab her banner eventually. It didn’t take long to climb the ladder, trying to make as little noise as possible, Or at least, you tried to. The charge up of your havoc was no match as all of a sudden you got blasted in the face with a fully kitted peacekeeper. You hissed painfully through your teeth as you tried regaining your bearings on the floor, briefly imagining Ajay cussing you out as she watched back your flustered movement from the rerun of today's game in the dropship later. Nothing was charming about you rocking with a level 1 shield alongside a hopup-less havoc against a full kitted duo. You had slowly been crawling away to try and escape the vent but a warning shot by your head had you come to a halt.
You could hear the loud clanging of footsteps gradually come your way, a slow strut that had no sign of rush in the slightest. Whoever this was must've known that your teammate was down. With a groan, you shifted around for a moment before deciding to flop onto your back. Might as well take a peek at who will decide your unfortunate fate. Ah, there she was. “Well I’ll be damned, if it isn't the infamous Mad Maggs herself!” You took a moment to clutch at your side, wincing through the pain. “You didn't so happen to target us because of your weird infatuation with Lifeline's lack of hostility, huh?” You asked in a teasing tone, head tilting as a cheeky grin spread across your face.
Maggie glared down at you as she didn’t respond to the banter. Huh, tough crowd. Although you had a fairly good friendship with most of the legends, it was harder to know where you were at with Mad Maggie. Most of your interactions with her were within matches, a few teasing comments here and there from the both of you whilst in combat but nothing too special. There was one game in particular though that sometimes seemed to keep you up at night… The chaotic warlord appeared to take some sort of interest in you, showing curiosity in your reckless behaviour within the ring and mentioning your genuine personality with a tone of borderline admiration. She also claimed that you had “some sorta hell raise within ya”, in those exact words. You couldn’t help but ponder if these were just meaningless compliments chucked out as motivation for the upcoming fights or if there was something more genuine in wanting to know more about you.
It also didn’t help that you couldn’t really get to speak with her properly outside the games, with the whole Syndicate detaining her situation. Rumour has it that she can have visitors though, which is certainly food for thought, considering how you could probably easily ask Ajay to join for one of her trips. The combat medic had briefly mentioned visiting the holding place a few times, playing it off as offering her aid to the other inmates and maybe giving the woman a small amount of company from time to time. It didn’t really add up though, and with every feeble attempt at explaining herself, you couldn’t help but giggle as she huffed and puffed away her excuses. She could be on the defence all she wanted but there’s no heterosexual explanation for what you had witnessed in the battlefield not too long ago… like come on, who just casually calls someone princess whilst getting them back up onto their feet?
Leaving the eye-opening revelations of other legends’ hookups for another day, you zone back into your dire situation of inevitably getting sent back to the med bay. Maggie kept her head tilted towards the vent's entrance. “So the robot got crushed into a tin can, ay?” She announced calmly after you both had heard a Wingman fire. Robot? Was it Pathfinder? Or perhaps maybe one of the Simulacrums?
“You gonna check that out? Or...” You asked, choking out a breathless laugh before groaning slightly at the overwhelming pang of pain that hit through you. It was getting harder to concentrate with the gradual loss of blood. Sometimes you had wished that the Syndicate would’ve held back a little on the realism and forget to keep the whole pain part in, but I guess you can’t throw away a key factor of why these games are so intriguing.
“Eh, robot's hellbent on world domination anyways. I'll let 'em put him out of his misery.” Maggie had a menacing tone to her words, rhythmically tapping the pads of her fingertips on her wrecking ball. Man, guess that poor sod got on her bad side in the dropship. Wait, hellbent on world domination... It had to be Revenant. Okay, maybe she was valid and spoke facts.
Your trail of thought soon came to a pause as her boot suddenly stomped on your chest, the applied pressure making it so that you were firmly pinned to the ground as Maggie’s smug look flashed something of slight amusement to you. “Huh, not gonna lie legend. This angle seems to be quite the charm on ya.” She smirked, flirting casually as if you both were posted up at some bar late night, and not in the middle of the Apex Games. You tried your hardest to ignore the way your vision blurred as it struggled to shift in and out of focus. Then suddenly you could breathe once more, and Maggie was pressing into your space as you gasped for air. The woman kicked you back down to the ground after flipping you on your front round the corner of the vent, a groan escaping your lips as you tried to lift yourself up on your elbows. Maggie was soon to wrap her steel chain round her fist and let the chain set across your throat. Oh, you were not about to get finished like this.
“Hold on! Wait…” You whined as the woman was inches away from tugging on the chain and choking you out. “Is there any way we could just... forget about all this? You let me go, and I promise you'll never even see a glimpse of me for the rest of the game. It's still the beginning and-” You winced at how desperate you sounded, hoping that she wouldn’t comment on it. Words can’t describe how shitty you’d end up feeling knowing that you got finished after an already embarrassing performance on your end. Ajay would never let you hear the end of it!
“Go on?” She mused with an eyebrow raised as she teasingly twisted her boot further into your back before letting up.
You blinked for a moment as your brain tried to process what she had just said, taking a moment as you had fully expected her to just quickly finish you off. “Uhh,” Your brain stuttered, “Huh?” You couldn't even form a coherent sentence as Maggie continued to stare curiously down at you, your head tilted in order to maintain eye contact with her.
“Well lovergirl… Any ideas on how ya could convince me?” Maggie beamed a grin down at you, eyes taking on a impish glint to them. You couldn’t help but be flustered at her change in demeanour, teasing the skin of your lip with your teeth idly as you pondered your options. There was no hiding the fact that you did have this weird, little crush on the Salvonian. You had always boiled it down to admiration, a tiny flame that barely flickered, but right here, right now, slightly squirming beneath Maggie’s gaze do you realise that maybe you’ve been fooling yourself the entire time. Maybe it was more than a little crush.
Whether it be the haziness you felt from the amount of blood loss or the pleasant warmth that was slowly growing at your core, you decided to play it risky and entertain one of the many fleeting lewd thoughts that crossed your mind at that precise moment. “Yeah, there’s a few on my mind… but how about this one.” You murmured shamefully over your shoulder, now sitting on the backs of your legs as your eyes fluttered back down at your lap in order to gain the courage to spill the next words from your mouth. You swivel your body so you were now facing Maggie, looking back up at her once you settled on the spot. Welp, here goes nothing. “How does me going down on you sound?” Maggie’s eyes widened before looking away, mumbling a few things to herself which you could just make out to be in Māori. She gave a grunt and stood up from her knelt stance to tower over your weakened body. “Go on then, I don’t want you bleeding out on me before you even finish our deal though, ya ditz.” She grunted, “If you even dare try t’scarper away,” Maggie unravelled her steel chain before coiling it around her fists, tugging it just across your throat. “I’ll end you where you kneel.” She growled, eyeing the way your throat gulped with a lustful look. Her words along with her heady gaze reaffirmed the warm heat that continued to pool into your gut. Nope, okay… You were definitely fiending for the daring warlord.
“Y-Yes ma’am!” You started to go through the process of reviving yourself, cursing quietly as it reminded you of how much of an annoyance the procedure was as a whole. You tried your hardest to stay focused on the task at hand, but the way Maggie’s eyes had a new found boredom to them whilst watching, and the reminder of how the Salvonian woman could just choke you out in a heartbeat was doing a whole lot of things to you. You managed to finish the resurrection without alerting any nearby duos, taking a moment to gather yourself as the knockdown shield didn't mean you were fully back to being in top condition. You muttered a few words of gratitude as she pulled out two syringes for you to quickly jab yourself with, eagerly dropping back down to your knees as soon as you patched yourself up.
A quick glance around your surroundings nestled a small bundle of relief within your chest as the twists and turns of the compact space in the vents managed to conveniently block off any movement for the most part... but it still drew a slight shiver of exhilaration up your spine at the mere thought that any random competitor could pass on through at any point and get a glimpse of what you and Maggie were about to get up to.
Your fingertips ghosted lightly over Maggie’s hips, jaw going slack as you took a moment to think about the bizarre situation you got yourself in. Just how the hell did-
“Today would be great, fool.” Maggie sneered. You bit your lip with a nod as you reached for her utility belt, unbuckling it before carefully placing it beside Maggie’s feet in order to zip down her combat trousers. She let out a small grunt of appreciation at your caring gesture with the belt. Shortly after pulling her trousers down, you’re greeted with a small, noticeable dark wet patch on Maggie’s boxer shorts. You licked your lips again, eyes gleaming as you almost moaned at the sight of it alone. “Well would ya look at that? Is the mean queen of Salvo really that turned on over a few measly words from me~?” You teased, meeting a pair of glaring eyes as you flashed a sleazy grin up at her. Suddenly the chain was pressed into your jaw from where it was ravelled around her wrist, tilting your chin up with her hand. Again, this shouldn't have been that hot, but it was, and you could feel yourself heavily throb at the threat. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” You mumbled, the chain coming away from your throat as Maggie let her hand slip back down to her hip.
With no hesitation, your tongue immediately pushed up against her clit as you eagerly took her into your mouth. The sudden pressure of Maggie’s thighs tightening around your head let a hum of approval escape from your lips along with her hand eagerly making its way to the back of your head, gripping as she tangled her fingers into your hair. You could’ve sworn you heard Maggie practically purr in content at the steady, rough pace you started off with. The fingers in your hair tightened and tugged roughly, making you let a muffled moan out as you slurped avidly against the woman’s labia whilst she kept a firm grip at the back of your head. “Whore,” You stopped for a moment as your eyes fluttered up at the voice above you, staring completely unimpressed even as you practically drowned in her wetness. You whined quietly to yourself, turning your attention back to her as you used both hands to spread her lips before spitting at it, running a finger up and down her clit whilst looking up at the Salvonian woman with a mischievous grin. Maggie let her head fall back against the vent wall and watched with dark eyes whilst biting her lip.
You added another finger as you ran them both along the edge of her opening, rewarding Maggie with a lustful glance up at her when she gave a tug of encouragement to finger her. Her walls were so wet and warm around your fingers as you slipped them inside of her, nestling your mouth at the very top of her labia whilst your tongue played between her soft folds. You were unsure at first on how fast or slow to go, but you figured you’d just do whatever you liked until Maggie demanded you to do otherwise. You pumped your fingers in and out as you kept lapping up and down along her clit. It was when you had managed to get at least four fingers inside of her did she realise how many you had gotten up to, your mouth wildly distracting beforehand.
“So good, daisy.“ Maggie moaned in Maōri above you, clamping down on your fingers every time you hooked and rubbed against the hidden sensitive spot and earned a ragged groan from her. You had a slight idea of what she was saying since she mentioned daisy in English, but after feeling like an eternity of savouring her, you tapped at her thigh twice to come back for air and she was instantly letting you go as you gasped at crotch level. You panted, mouth open and eager as you glared up at her. You were rewarded with the sight of seeing Maggie’s flustered stare, cheeks flushed, hair slightly disheveled from backing up against the wall as she had her free hand slipped beneath her top, no doubt relentlessly teasing at her breasts and pinching at her perky nipples.
You groan lowly at the sight, a mischievous lop sided grin seeping it’s way onto your face as you slowly slipped out of Maggie before you began to give a lewd show of lapping at your fingers covered in the woman’s slick. You could tell that Maggie was trying her hardest not to moan at the sight, brows furrowed in concentration with her mouth slightly agape, but the small audible hitch of her breath didn’t go unnoticed. Her hand in your hair moved, reaching around to rest at your throat where she gently squeezed either side. You let out a lewd moan that rang throughout the vent, snapping your head to one of the entrances out of alert but Maggie’s hand soon snaked round the back of your neck as she roughly pushed you forward with a grunt. “No stoppin’ now doll.”
With that sudden encouragement, you slowly swiped your tongue across Maggie’s clit and made sure to apply more pressure. Maggie’s thighs tightened at the sensation, letting her head fall back on the vent wall behind. Her reaction made you all the more confident as you began to occasionally dip your tongue to Maggie’s entrance, allowing you to taste her again and again whilst you lapped at her wetness. A gruff moan escaped Maggie’s lips as you teased, making you smirk against her. Her hips bucked in an uncontrollable manner whilst you continued to suck gently on her swollen clit. There was a weak attempt from you to rub your thighs together in order to gain any friction to make the throbbing less painful for you, simultaneously trying to satisfy her as deeply as possible. You felt like your prayers had been answered as she wordlessly pressed one of the soles of her boots into your thigh. The feeling of having it be just about near your groin was almost maddening, tears beginning to prick at your eyes at the overwhelming stimulation. You could feel Maggie’s walls start to clench more frequently as you continued with the tongue fucking motion until you were gasping for air again.
You pulled all the way back, fingers desperately grasping at Maggie’s thighs as you tried to regain yourself. Dried tear stains marked your face from how overstimulated you were and a whine escaped you from how frustrated you felt from not being touched. “Come on Maggs, don’t go soft on me now.” Maggie’s eyes went harsh, glaring a look of irritation down at you. “Take a breath,” Maggie warned you, taking her advice before the woman grabbed your hair abruptly and pushed you back down on her. You whimpered, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed close as you sucked just a bit harder, lapping at her clit when you could. The grip that you had hooked under Maggie’s thighs tightened, hellbent on maintaining your pace as you felt Maggie throb. You looked up, eyes watery, mouth slick and wet as the woman grinded on your face like her own personal toy. With every thigh rub attempt, you got nothing but a heavy boot deliciously applying a bit more pressure to your groin. One particular firm suck of her clit had Maggie throwing her head back with a gasp. “Ohh~ Such a good girl for ya Maggs, huh?” A pathetic whine escapes your lips as you weakly attempt to nod whilst still pressed up against her. With no warning, you felt her cum heavily and was quick to swallow eagerly, reaching up to grip at Maggie’s hips in order to delve deeper as you tried to catch every drop. Her climax soon became an embarassing reminder that you were close to cumming untouched, bucking your hips in feeble attempts to gain from the only source of your pleasure. Whilst you were focused on lapping and cleaning her up, you couldn’t help but pull away every few seconds to moan at the small bits of relief her boot offered.
It didn’t take long for Maggie to realise what you were doing once the hazy fog had finally started to clear from her orgasm, snickering as she gazed down at your weak attempts to hump at her boot.
”Ah, what’s this? You like grindin’ up against my boot?” She scrunched her nose up momentarily with a smirk. “Such a little minx. So messy aren’t ya?” She chuckled breathlessly, letting her fingers brush a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead.
You pulled away once you were mostly satisfied with your clean up job on Maggie, eyes bleary as you tried to gather your senses. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.” You panted out whilst looking up at her with lust-hooded eyes. You wobbled momentarily, nearly falling forward onto her but Maggie was quick to grab you by the shoulders, getting down on her knees as she hastily fumbled at your belt to tug open your trousers and dipped her hand into your underwear. “Magg-” You choked, gasping as Maggie harshly stroked at your clit. “Be a good girl and cum for me darlin’.” She growled in your ear, strumming at your clit quickly whilst pressing her face into your hair. Your mouth fell open into a silent cry as her words finally pushed you over the edge, fast and abrupt, writhing around against Maggie’s hands as you met her stroke for stroke until you finally started to come down. You whimpered as the woman acted impulsively in the moment by gathering as much cum from your panties, leaving not a single drop behind as she lapped at her fingers to return the lewd display you had shown earlier. Fuck, as much as the sight before you is unfairly fucking sexy, you also took a moment to realise that you had to go the rest of the whole match feeling and looking like a hot mess. If you do manage to get Ajay back into the fight, you’ll have to make some mighty fine lie up about coming down with a fever or some shit… At least you had the deep crimson flush to your cheeks going for you. Once you honed back into the woman in front of you, you felt a sudden urge to kiss the warlord until you both passed out thanks to post-orgasm bliss, quickly dismissing it as you didn’t want to scare her off with the sudden soft change in mood and deciding to go in and firmly bite at her jawline instead. You heard a slight chuckle from Maggie, muttering an “All bark and all bite, I love it.” Maggie stood shortly after, pulling her boxer shorts and combat trousers back up. “Good grief woman, who would’ve thought I’d be making such a whore out of a legend like you. Almost made yer squeal without barely touchin’ ya, petal.” She eyed you up, wiping her hand at the back of her trousers with a smirk before tensing momentarily as you grabbed at her utility belt, visibly relaxing once she realised you had only held it out for her. “And besides, if I’m being honest, part of me likes seein’ ya all worked up underneath me.” Maggie beamed a shit eating grin, going to take the belt from your hands.
You were quick to snatch it away after hearing her comment, “Hmm, I wonder how far I could lob this thing right now…” You mused, eyeing up the utility belt in your hand whilst bouncing it lightly. “Hey now, quit pissin’ around. You know that’ll just end up in pure chaos.”
After retrieving her beloved belt, it was almost as if she had switched persona in the blink of an eye as she dropped a Phoenix kit at your feet. “Welp, as promised, don’t let me see you again rookie.” Maggie snarled before walking away, her steel chain slinking around as it followed. You stood dumbfounded for a moment, letting the events of what just happened play in your mind like a cassette tape stuck on loop. It didn't take long for you to come back down to earth as you had realised it had been a while of you standing there. You looked at the Phoenix kit once you had looked decent enough, despite the static hair and flushed face, and let out a hoarse laugh. Of course Maggie wasn’t all tough as nails. “How sweet.” You grumbled, swiping it into your grasp.
Neither of you ending up seeing each other for the rest of the match, nor did either of you get the satisfaction of a win. You couldn't care less though, since you felt ecstatic knowing how it didn’t take much to have Maggie unravel right before you... and that feeling was worth way more than any win.