So late on all of these but I'm getting them in. @macgyvercairo
prompts: Sandbox, Cold Open
The transport van was already on fire when Mac tuned back into reality.Â
He coughed and tried to blink through the cloud of confusion. The sharp ringing in his ears muffled everything else out, like something screaming far away and right inside his head at the same time. Mac shifted, the ground was gritty under his cheek. Breathing hard he pushed himself up a bit on shaky hands. But his sweaty hands, at least he was sure it was sweat, promptly slipped in the sand and he face-planted back down. Everything felt heavy, like someone threw him underwater fully clothed and then pulled him out soaking wet. It took him more than a minute to get his bearings together.
What had happened? Mac thinks back as best he can to figure out what happened. He remembered being in the van with Desi. They were talking about something when she turned to look at him mid sentence and-Â
The memory spins. A bang. The sound of screeching metal. Pain. A burst of light that turned dark. Hands grabbing him. Then waking up on the ground with his hands wet with what he was starting to believe was potentially blood.
Mac groaned and rolled onto his side. Important. What he was missing was very important.
Okay.
Okay he could do this.
He closed his eyes. They were on a mission to relocate someone. Matty and Russ were giving him and Desi details-breakfast he was eating toast-his hands were on the wheel as he cranked the van back up-Bozer was laughing at something he said while they were getting ready to leave-concrete walls with bright overhead LED lights, he walks down the corridor to the large glass wall that showed the room where-
His eyes snapped open and he struggled to his knees. Trying to get up to get to the burning van despite the wave of dizziness that washed over him.
âMurdoc.â Mac croaked out.
Heâd just managed to get the spinning under control when a hand grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back down to the ground.Â
âAh ah ah, MacGyver. You don't get up.â
Mac groaned at the impact, head throbbing worse and making his vision blurry again. He blinked hard, rolling onto his back to try and see who just shoved him down. The man crouched above him slowly came into view. Mac swallowed.Â
âMurdoc.â
The assassin smiled, black hair a mess but aside from a few minor injuries and dirt on his prison uniform the man looked unharmed.Â
âThe one and only.â
Mac breathed an instant sigh of relief, letting his head thump back down to the ground. Grateful to see Murdoc standing over him and not potentially stuck in the currently burning van. At least one good thing had happened. Murdoc tilted his head, looking strangely thoughtful.Â
âWere you really worried about me?â
Mac huffed, as the tension left his body just as fast as it had built. âOf course I was. I don't want you to die.â
It was then that the rest of the puzzle finished putting itself together. Mac and Desi had been sent to relocate Murdoc to another black site earlier that day after they got news that Codex was thinking of potentially recruiting him. Everything had proceeded as planned. Desi had been snapping at him about something while he drove. They had been half way to the next transport location when another armored truck appeared and rammed into them.Â
It was also then that he realized Murdoc was out of the van. And he didn't have his handcuffs on anymore. Mac's instincts jumped back on line and he tensed up.Â
âShit.â He tried to move but Murdoc pinned him to the ground with a hand, laughing.
âOh MacGyver, I'm not going to hurt you. I pulled you out of the van after those Codex guys were so nice as to undo those pretty silver bracelets for me.âÂ
Codex. Mac turned his head frantically, looking around as best he could. If Codex had really been the cause then he was in danger. So was Desi. He squirmed to look towards the van and saw three bodies in tactical gear, the three guards they took with them.Â
Murdoc followed his gaze and hissed, âYeah, where I managed to get out only with some bruises, those guys weren't so lucky. Well,â Murdoc rolled his eyes, âThat and the fact that they got shot.â
He couldn't see Desi anywhere. And Murdoc's words did little to comfort him. Just as Mac's breathing picked up said man pressed down on his chest, making Mac gasp and his breathing stutter and slow.Â
âDon't worry, I pulled your prissy little girlfriend out right after I pulled you out. Not sure how you could stand her yapping for the whole car ride. She's over to the left out of harm's way.â
Macâs head snapped to the left where Murdoc gestured to. He could see her a few feet away laying on her back unconscious. Unconscious, but safe. Safer than he probably was at this moment.
Murdoc seemed to catch what he was thinking because he smiled and reached down to brush hair from his eyes. âDonât be so worried, Iâm not going to hurt you after taking the time to save you. For a second time no less.â
Mac winced when his hand brushed higher and hit near a wound. He couldnât remember exactly what had happened to his head but he was pretty sure he had a concussion from busting it open on the, steering wheel? It might be where the blood on his hands came from. Murdoc leaned down and he felt lips press lightly next to the wound. Then a wet drag across the side of his face before Murdoc pulled back licking his lips free of blood.
âWhy did you do that?â
Murdoc tilted his head, âWhy not?â
Then he stood up and walked back to the van. Mac tried to keep his eyes on the assassin but his head started to pound so he closed his eyes, Murdoc did say he wasnât going to hurt him. All he could hear was the faint ringing still present in his ears and the sounds of Murdoc messing around with something.
When he opened his eyes he saw Murdoc standing over him again.
âI donât particularly feel like being sent back to another black site anytime soon, so Iâm going to get as far away from here as I can before the rest of your little posse gets here.â He crouched down again and set a bottle of water next to Macâs head. âThis way you wonât die before they get here.â
Mac watched him move and start to walk away. He didnât really want to just let Murdoc walk away. But there wasnât much of an option since he couldnât move without knowing the extent of his injuries. He also wasnât too keen on being left alone in the middle of the desert, even if it wasnât hot hot yet, with three dead bodies and an unconscious girlfriend who was probably going to chew him out when she woke up.
âHow,â Macâs throat caught a dry patch and he coughed before swallowing what little saliva he had, âHow are you going to get away?â
Murdoc paused and turned back slightly. âCodex wasnât my cup of tea, so after they got my cuffs off I took the liberty of giving them the same treatment they gave your guards. Well, almost the same. Theyâre on the other side of the van knocked out and chained up better than I was. The non-wreaked van they brought is my ticket out.â
Mac glanced over at the van while Murdoc continued walking away. He hadnât expected Murdoc to be that merciful towards some random people. But he knows the man does seem to pay back those that help him, as seen when Murdoc let Bozer go instead of killing him and kept his promise to Mac when he forced him to help find Cassian.
He called out, â706 Overlook Dr, Hanover Township, PA 18017.â
The sound of footsteps stopped. Mac blinked and Murdoc was standing over him again. He blinked.
âWhat, was that Macgyver?â
âAn address.â He shifted as little as he could so as to not hurt his injuries. âCassianâs address. 706 Overlook Dr, Hanover Township, PA 18017.â
Neither of them speak for a while. Then Mac hears a sound from over where Murdoc said Desi was. Murdoc moved. Feet taking him away from Macâs line of sight. He sighed and grabbed the water bottle that he left and took a small sip. He heard a door open and knew Murdoc was going to be gone soon.
âThanks by the way.â
â...You're welcome, Boy Scout.â
With that an engine started and he heard the van Murdoc mentioned drive away. Now all he had to do was wait for the rest of the team to get here. And hope Desi would stay unconscious until they got there.
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a/n: hi there! this is my first ever murdoc fic, and... oh boy, this one is spicy. i felt LOTSA things writing this. i think this is one of my favorite things ever written. please enjoy!
~ While working for the Phoenix Foundation, the reader gets captured by Murdoc. He wants to know where MacGyver is, what he's working for, all the details. And he will draw them out of her by any means necessary. ~
NSFW WARNINGS: fingering, breat sucking, piv, tied up, a little bit of slapping, nicknames, babying, slight maledom undertones, KIDNAPPING, very slight cnc (reader wants to leave, but gives in bc... murdoc is hot)
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
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Her eyes fluttered open. Was she in a warehouse? Basement? She couldnât tell, but wherever she was was dark, a single small overhead light placed almost directly above her. It provided minimal sight, not enough to figure out her surroundings and anything that might be there. She knew sheâd been found out by Murdoc. Fuck.
The Phoenix Foundation had just begun, and she was a great recruit. She was easily able to read peopleâs expressions and emotions, purely by body language and tone of voice. She was EXCEPTIONAL, better at what she did than anyone MacGyver had ever seen.
Murdoc had a meticulous obsession with finding Mac and knowing his every whereabouts. And he was determined to do ANYTHING to find out where he was.
âMurdoc, I know youâre in here.â she yelled. She lurched forward, suddenly aware of the fact she was fully naked and bound; hands above her head and ankles strapped to the upright metal table.
Naked? Oh, that made her skin crawl. She didnât think Murdoc was THAT slimy.
âJesus, youâre a sick pervert, yknow?â
She nearly jumped out of her skin as his whispering breath caressed her ear. âOh, relax now.â he walked around to face her. âI couldâve killed you already, so try and be a LITTLE grateful.â He giggled to himself.
She was NOT a fan of him seeing her fully exposed body. Yes, the kidnapping was already bad, but this was humiliation. Humiliation for her, and sweet temptation for him. He paced in front of her.
âCan you get your shit over with so I can leave, please?â She snapped. This was inconvenient. Funnily enough, she knew she was not going to die at the hands of him. He enjoyed the cat and mouse game with his captees.
He looked at her, eyes wide with fake shock. âExcuse me? I donât think you call the shots here, miss. Have you taken a look at yourself? Youâre in no position to tell me what to do.â He motioned to her body. She rolled her eyes and stayed silent. He sure loved the performance aspect of all this. He made sure to stay eloquently spoken, and as sarcastic as ever.
âNow, to the task at hand.â He stopped his pacing, and ended up directly in front of her exposed body. He took a few steps closer to her, bodies now excruciatingly close. Sheâd kept her cool, but her lip couldnât help but tremble. He was so tall. And his hair and eyes were so dark. He looked so polished in that black coat, sweater, and slacks. Hands behind his back, looking down at her with inquisitiveness.
No. No, no, no. This was her CAPTOR, her kidnapper. He was⌠her enemy. She searched her brain for any shred of dignity and loyalty to the Phoenix Foundation. She failed to find it.
âWhere⌠is⌠Mac?â
She clenched her jaw and inhaled sharply, looking away from him. âI⌠I wonât tell you shit.â
His thumb and knuckle of his forefinger gingerly met her chin, turning her head back to look at her. She tried so hard to resist, but couldnât find it in her. To her surprise, he leaned down and began to kiss her neck. It was a struggle for her to hold back her moan. Nononono, he was her enemy⌠but he felt so goodâŚ
âM-Murdoc, pleaseâŚâ He quickly jumped off of you, looking at you with wide eyes.
âOh, you like it? Iâm so happy!!â He was nearly giddy, drunk off his little game. âIâll only continue though, if you spill the beans, miss.â
Okay. She had two options. Donât talk and have Murdoc beat the shit out of her, or compromise Macâs location and continue to have Murdoc continue his gentle assault on your skin. If she let a COUPLE details slip, if she was vague enough, maybe heâd buy itâŚ
âWellâŚâ Her eyes darted around the room. âWell, I-â She swallowed. Shit.
âTongue tied? Câmon, baby.â
God, him and his little nicknames.
âThe building is in California.â
His lips met her neck once more, licking the lovebites he left on her. Could you really call them lovebites?
âMmm, yes, keep goingâŚâ He groaned into her. âWhere?â
Her brain was telling her no. But her body was saying yes. Yes, Murdoc, yes! Donât say it, donât-
âSouthern, outside of LA. A huge building, it used to be an old office building but we converted it into something for us.â No no no. Mac was absolutely going to dispose of her after this.
âGod, yes.â he bent down and placed her breast in his mouth, massaging the other one with his opposite hand. His tongue expertly circled her nipple, sucking and licking as if she were the sweet hard candies he loved so much. So, so sweet.
âPerhaps a little more and Iâll give you a rewaaardâŚâ he sang. Oo, a reward? Yes! Yes, Murdoc, please!
âWell, we used to be the D-â She paused for a moment, throwing her head back in pleasure, eyes rolling back. hating herself for every decision she had made tonight for the sake of sheer pleasure. She writhed in her bounds.â- fuck, we used to be the DXS.â
âYes, yes! Oh, Iâm so proud.â He let go of her breast with a POP and met his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.
More than anything, she wanted to run her hands through his tresses, tangling her fingers in ecstasy. She pulled against the bounds, her fighting useless against the knots her captor tied. His hands found her hips, and she jumped at the sheer size. They were MASSIVE against her small frame. His touch was intoxicating. This was clearly not the first time he had done this with his female captees. His fingers slightly dug into her flesh, gripping with just enough force to make her squirm in his arms.
One of his hands trailed down farther, meeting the side of her ass and then sliding across to right above her heat.
She inhaled deeply at his touch, the anticipation nearly killing her as he held his hand there for just a moment. âYou gonna give me my reward, Murdoc?â
He laughed. âI was just thinking it over, whether or not you deserve it.â Without warning, his fingers slipped into her, curling in a âcome hereâ motion.
Her eyes opened wide with surprise and then squeezed shut. She was overcome by the most intense pleasure sheâd ever felt, his fingers were so big. She couldnât help but grind onto his fingers, which he wasnât opposed to at all.
âYou dirty, dirty girl. Betraying your little gang, fraternizing with the enemy!â His eyes widened and he smiled at her reaction to his words. She was so squirmy, her motions in tandem with his fingers. He couldnât take his eyes off her face, twisted with pleasure. He loved it so much that he felt his own arousal forming in his pants.
âWhat would Mac think of you? Heâs probably gonna kill you, yknow? So scary to think about, I bet.â Every forward motion of his fingers and her hips drove a moan out of her. Every single time. He chuckled and looked down at his working hand, fingers deep in her. âCan you even hear me over yourself, little miss? You sound like a squealing cat!â
âAhh- c-close⌠Iâm closeâŚâ were all the words she could muster at the moment. She didnât want to be at the mercy of him. She didnât want to show her vulnerability, her orgasming in front of him. But she had to. She couldnât hold on any longer.
âOh baby, please cum for me! Itâd make me so proud.â
Intense release washed over her, wave after wave after wave. Her walls clenched around him, legs shaking and adrenaline coursing through her veins.
He fingered her through it, hitting the perfect spot every time. Her body grew rigid with her own orgasm.
He was so good⌠how was it possible that one person could make her feel better than anyone else ever had?? All she could do was whimper as he touched her so expertly.
As she came down from her peak, he pulled his fingers out of her devilishly slow, making her squeal at the loss of him.
âGood, good.â His fingers opened her mouth and he forced her to suck on them. These were just in me, she thought. Her tangy-sweet juices flowed over her own tongue, she marveled in the fact that she tasted so nice.
His hand left her hips and her fingers left her mouth. No, no come back! she thought.
âSo good for me, little miss. Now more.â He paced in slow circles around her.
She tried to remember where they were in the conversation. âUm⌠where did we leave o-â
âThe DXS. You used to be the DXS.â
âOh. Right. Umm⌠We arenât the DXS anymore, we have a new name.â
The table underneath her tilted back quickly into a horizontal position, throwing her body back. Her head slammed onto the metal, brain going foggy with dizziness. Now that she was laying down, she was almost relieved. Having an orgasm while standing wasnât exactly the most comfortable.
His eyes burned into her, taking in every drop. She was beautiful. He felt no emotional attachment to her, just pure carnal lust that he could not ignore. Yes, he frequently did this for interrogations, and they always got him aroused. Some are prettier than others, he must admit. But she was radiantly gorgeous. He had definitely gotten lucky today, hardness nearly at full mast.
The light now illuminated her entire body. She was displayed like a statue in front of him, a new piece of art he could indulge in.
âRight. And what are you now?â
âM- Murdoc, I- oh, you bitch.â The guilt overtook her brain once more. What was she DOING?
He slapped her across her stomach, pointing his finger at her like an angry school teacher.
âDonât talk back to me! You agreed to this, now tell me.â
âItâs the name of a⌠of a mythical creature.â
âOoo, enticing!â He exclaimed. He let the binds loose on her feet, letting her freely move her legs. Finally, she thought. She let her legs roam free, pulling them up to expose her peach just a tad. He crawled onto the table and propped himself up on his knees. âKeep going, and I may give you mooore.â He began to palm his cock through his pants, looking her up and down.
Fuck. She felt herself get wet with the sound of his promises.
âOne that gets⌠reborn.â
He let out a slow moan as he unzipped the pants. âMmmmphâŚâ He let his head roll back. âLike you, miss! Reborn.â
What? âHow?â She asked. He was clearly excited by her inquisitiveness.
âWell, Iâve brought you to me. And clearly, we know where your loyalty lies nowâŚâ He removed his hands from himself and smoothed them up and down her thighs. âMacâs never made you cum like this, hmm?â
She shoved her wrists against the bounds as she tried to yank herself up. God DAMNIT, those were annoying. âWHAT?â She yelled. Mac had NEVER touched her, he hadnât even looked at her in that way. With a little more thinking, she realized this might just be some part of Murdocâs fantasies.
He pressed down on her legs to stop her squirming at his comment. âAlright, alright. Relax.â He spoke to her like a child, making her simultaneously disgusted and horrifically turned on. His voice sounded so cute like that. âNow⌠I believe I know what word youâre thinking of. Are you gonna make me guess the other part of the name?â
She couldnât hold it in any longer. She needed him DEEP inside her, farther than anyone had ever been. More than anything. Her so-called âeverlasting loyaltyâ to the Phoenix Foundation was crushed forever. Maybe she should just align herself with Murdoc and make things easier.
She stumbled over her words has he massaged the flesh on her thighs. âThe⌠the⌠goddamnit.â
âTongue tied once more? Donât say and I might choke you out until your heart stops beating!â He grinned excitedly.
âThe⌠Phoenix Foundation.â
He clapped his hands together. âYes, yes yes!! So good for me, Iâm so happy. You were surprisingly willing to submit, I must say.â
He yanked his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock bob free. Her mouth salivated with need.
âSince youâve been such a good girl⌠Iâll give you what you want.â She couldnât help but let her legs instinctively spread. âConsider yourself lucky, miss. Normally Iâd end it here, but you⌠are exceptionally radiating.â
She chuckled. âIâll take that as a compliment, although you could just be buttering me up.â
âOh trust me, I am.â He began to pump himself. âI need to- ahh⌠I need to get you on my good side so you may want to stick with me.â
He lined himself up with her hole, she drew in a breath of anticipation. He was⌠massive.
âYâsure thatâll fit in me, Murdoc?â
âWeâll see.â he whispered. He slid into her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. âOhhhhâŚâ The feeling was deliciously painful, sheâd never felt so full. She felt as if he were to leave, sheâd be missing a part of her body.
He began to move in and out of her, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.
âOhhh, fuck.â He moaned. He was so fucking hot. Why? Why did she find him so attractive? HIs mysteriousness and elusiveness? His giddiness? His stupid, stupid charm? Whatever it was, she wasnât able to pretend that he wasnât intoxicating.
He found a steady pace, holding her legs in place. She was DYING from not being able to touch him. She pulled strongly on the ropes that held her wrist.
âHavenât I⌠Havenât I been so good? Can you please take these off?â
âYes⌠I suppose.â He grumbled. Yes, yes, yes!! He leaned down and put his face next to yours. To have him fuck her in classic missionary made the all-familiar fire spread throug her belly. His hands reached up and untied the ropes. Her hands flung to face, hands on his cheeks. God, she was so happy to just feel him. She couldnât stop moaning, he was so big. Hot heat spread through her once more as she watched him shut his eyes and furrow his brow, mouth hang agape with pleasure.
Her hands wrapped around his back, adjusting her legs at just the right angle to get him JUST a bit deeper, andâŚ
Oh fuck. Oh, Jesus Christ. Her moans were pornographic, He was absolutely hitting her cervix, creating a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure.
He mumbled into her ear, his voice sending shivers up her spine and shockwaves to her clit. âDoesnât that feel so good, sweetheart?â He groaned in between his words. â To just⌠Mmmf, give in every once in a while? Indulge yourself? Unhh, I bet it does, miss. Lord knows it feels good for me.â
She clawed at his back, desperately wishing that his clothes were off.
âY-yes, it feels so good!â
He groped her breast, quickening his thrusts. He latched his mouth onto her, sucking and licking with pure expertise. He bit down slightly, making her jump. âMmm, you sound so cute when you squeal!â
She moaned into his neck. She felt her second peak on the horizon, and he felt his belly constrict. He was close, too. He continued to suck on her breast, holding it firmly with one hand and gripping her waist with the other.
âMurdoc, I canât- mmm, I canât-â
âGod, please cum for me! Show Mac where your loyalties lie, little baby.â He spoke to her in the babying voice once more.
âSh-shit!â Her body curled up and twitched with pleasure. The attack on her nipple was so electrifying. Her heat pulsated with fire, clenching around his cock, bringing him to his own release. His pace faltered and he shot his cum into her, deeper than anyone had in her life. The feeling of his spend coating her walls was painfully attractive. He was clearly sweaty and spent, drops of sweat slipping down his forehead.
âMmmâŚâ He collapsed on top of her, keeping himself inside of her as they both caught their breath.
As she laid under him, the impending guilt of her actions weighed upon her, literally. He was HEAVY on top of her.
She knew she couldnât go back to the Phoenix Foundation. Mac would probably kill her, they were probably out looking for her now. Once heâd see Murdoc with herself at his side. Heâd put a bullet in your skull, no doubt about it. They were compromised, and Murdoc had gotten what he wanted. He had gotten her in his grasp, and was not planning to let her go.
And she wasnât planning to resist him anytime soon.
I saw this going around during the brief snatches Iâve been on here. Everyone getting asks and reading what fun ideas people have in the cooker is such a bright spot right now. And against my better judgement thought I should do this? This is a bad idea, I know, but here I am.
Disclaimer: Before we really get started, I havenât been writing and donât plan to; however, I have files on files on filesâ˘ď¸ of WIPs and am happy to discuss them.Â
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and Iâll post a snippet of it or tell you something about it!
Mac & James mission
Secret fic
Deer + Antelope = Play
Cairo 5+1: EoD
Cairo 5+1: Untitled DXS
Cairo 5+1: Out of sight pliers + leather cuff
Cairo 5+1: Untitled S2
Cairo 5+1: Untitled S3
Cairo 5+1: Cairo
Invictus
Cold Open- Buried Alive
Cold Open â Elevator
Whump prompt compress â Jack
Crisis + Lost Key + Redemption
Explosion
Future collab ideas
Heart to Heart Mac and Jack fic (this one is finished, but not posted)
Donât Pander to Me, Kid (lone little Star Trek AOS story, fyi)
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How many other people are loving the fact that Murdoc just flat out admitted (at least, as âflat outâ as he can) that he loves Mac? âBetter to have loved and murdered...â
Anyone else getting shades of the âIf I Canât Have Youâ trope?