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𝟕:𝟎𝟒 𝐚𝐦 | 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — murdoc (2016) x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — nsfw, explicit, reader needs something, murdoc wants something in return, oral (fem!receiving) murdoc is an asshole, hair pulling, quickie (?), face fucking, panty stealing, murdoc uses readers panties, lowkey nose kink lol, clit sucking, tongue fucking, slight overstimulation
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 — NOT PROOFREAD! literally stayed up til 7am to finish this bc i refused to not finish it. i had this idea when i watched like the second episode he was in and i couldnt get it out. also i need more david dastmalchian esp jack delroy, murdoc, johnny, and james lewis moots pleasepleaseplease
you were pissed. that much was obvious when you stormed into the prison with a slim folder between your tense fingers and a scowl etched into your typically stoic features.
you had demanded the guards get him into the interrogation room before you got there and told them to keep away from the door for the next hour. though they weren’t allowed to do so, they refused to fall into your vicious crosshairs.
they did as they were told, and the second you swung open the door to the stuffy, metal room you were met with a smug grin and taunting stare.
neither of which wavered even when you slammed the manilla folder onto the table in front of him and used that same hand to backhand him right across his cheek. your fingers closed around the collar of his plain white shirt before he could fully process the strike and you forced his body back upright. his handcuffs rattled with the motion. the proximity should have scared him.
“you sold us out?” your voice bounced off of the walls like a gunshot had rung out. but murdoc didn’t flinch. instead, his smile steadily grew until he was laughing in your hands.
honestly, you should have expected this. the consequences of trusting a sociopathic assassin like him. known for lying about any and everything, completely indifferent about who he hurts and the amount of chaos he creates.
you made the stupid mistake of placing what should have been the satisfying wrap-up to a very important mission in his hands and ended up getting double crossed, and your coworker and good friend almost killed. in whatever time murdoc had between your meeting with him and what was supposed to be a surprise confrontation, he gave away every last detail to whoever knew of your connections with him.
luckily, the phoenix foundation had never known a loss thanks to macgyver. he narrowly managed to flip the score and gain the upper hand in a heavily disadvantaged fight, giving your team just enough room to make just a few arrests. the rest were able to escape.
but despite the half victory, you knew it wouldn’t happen every time. so you had to remind your little informant who he belonged to.
your hold tightened on his shirt, and finally his cuffed wrists rose as a meek defense. “oh, come on sweetheart. i’m flattered you thought so highly of me, but i’ve told you before. my service only goes to the higher bidder now.” his voice was calm and condescending. it pisses you off.
you held him still for several seconds, debating on painting his cheekbone purple before shoving him back into his chair. it was so forceful, you heard the thin legs grit and scrape against the ground. murdoc chuckled lowly. “you’re strong for such a small thing, aren’t you?”
your eyes shot daggers into his own, but you control yourself. the team would only fall into deeper shit if you pushed him into a non-verbal state. they were relying on you, even if they had no idea you had come back here.
“you’re going to tell me who these people are, and where they might’ve gone.” you instructed, voice low and sharp. murdoc’s eyebrows twitched upwards as you flipped the folder open and spread several papers onto the table.
he glanced down at them, eyes shifting left and right like he was tracking a moving dot. “need i remind you? again?” his empty brown eyes came back up to you. his smile returned. “why should i?”
right. payment. in truth, you had shown up completely empty handed, boldly praying that you could get him to comply and the answers would merely fall out of him. maybe a punch or two. but this was murdoc. he felt nothing.
your jaw tightened when you came up with nothing. he seemed to sense that before you could say it and he scoffed out a laugh. “oh, then i’m afraid you came all this way for nothing, sweetheart.”
that was the second time he’d called you that. it felt almost dehumanizing coming from him, especially paired with the not-so-subtle observation he stole of your figure. though, it seemed to strike something in him, and the corner of his lips lifted.
“you know, i might be willing to settle for a second place offer.” murdoc held your gaze with a newfound intensity, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. dealing with many men in your profession, you knew that look all too well.
your stomach lurched. though you couldn’t tell if it was in a nauseating or interested way, seeing as your stomach suddenly tensed so badly it really could have been either. the man was attractive, there was no denying that. but still, you’d never pictured a situation like this with him before.
murdoc tsked at your shock. “i have needs.” he said matter-of-factly with a small shrug. his handcuffs clinked against his chair.
“i thought you had to be human for that.” you shot back.
every bone in your body told you to pack the file back up and leave him hanging. that was what your best judgment was screaming at you to do. not to entertain a maniac like him and put yourself at such a risk. but for some reason your feet were glued to the floor. you couldn’t move.
murdoc actually looked offended by your words, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “i can be as human as you need me to be. just say the word.” his voice dropped, suddenly teetering towards gravelly. “you need something, i want something. my prices really don’t get this low, you know.”
knowing murdoc, his idea of ‘needs’ was bound to put you in some compromising position. you shouldn’t. you really shouldn’t. but the way he was looking up at you with what could only be described as pleading eyes forced your refusal back down your throat.
then, his lips spread into a victorious grin. you noticed his sharp canine fangs for the first time. “good girl.” he breathed. he shifted to face you, reaching out to inch you closer to him with one hand. the distance between you two was already microscopic, but it got even thinner as he gently eased your legs in between his parted knees.
the chain that bound his wrists together granted him far too much leeway, you noticed when he planted his hands on either side of your waist.
your clammy palm pressed onto the table’s surface beside you to balance yourself, finding your guard was beginning to slip away. a heavy sigh escaped from your nostrils and your eyes squeezed shut while you took in your position.
you could back out now, you thought. there would be no shame in it. you’re only caught up in the moment now. he stunned you. that was all. you didn’t have to do this. you didn’t want to do this, you corrected, more loudly in your head this time.
murdoc’s fingers began to massage your hips over the skirt of your form fitting black dress, drawing you out of your meditative space. your eyes found his when they snapped open, and murdoc hummed.
“no need to worry, sweetheart. i know what i’m doing.” like that made you feel any better. he also knew what he was doing when he killed dozens of people.
you let a sigh slip past your lips when his hands traveled downward, inching towards the hem of your dress. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say there were two guards behind that door. but there isn’t, is there?” he asked lowly and knowingly, shooting a glance over to the locked door you had come in from.
your response was reluctant. if you told him he was right, he could easily use his position to overpower you and get out. but if you let him believe the guards were there doing their job, would he stop? you looked down at him, then down where his hands were gently massaging your upper thighs.
“no, they’re not.” you replied truthfully.
“good.” murdoc quickly replied. he moved you so that you stood in front of the table. your expression shifted to one of curiosity. “you can be as loud as you’d like.”
your face flushed hot at his words. how he said them so casually and cockily despite being (almost) completely at your mercy.
his fingers hooked onto the bottom of your dress and pulled it up to your waist, sighing with admiration as he took in the sight of your black panties. you gasped at the abrupt exposure, wanting to pull the bunched up fabric back down your thighs. but the sudden sensation of murdoc’s fingers rubbing at the dampened crotch of your underwear caught you off guard and you let out a whine.
“that’s it,” murdoc groaned when your thighs instinctively parted wider for him. he traced up your wet folds through the thin fabric, stopping at your clit to circle it. your chest filled with a sharp gasp and you cried out, legs going near slack. “good girl.”
your hips bucked shamelessly into his fingers, desperately trying to match his steady rhythm. “shit, shit,” you gasped, fingers curling around the edge of the table. your head fell back between your shoulders, strained whines falling from your lips.
murdoc quickly stole your building-up orgasm when he took his hand away to slide your panties down your legs and plant himself onto his knees before you. he whisked the garment away but you didn’t entirely care. the sight of him made you blink, realizing what he was about to do.
this was what he meant by wanting something? honestly, you had expected him to bend you over the table or have you straddle him on the chair.
“go on.” he gently nods towards the table behind you. hesitantly, you pull your dress down to cover your ass before hoisting yourself up onto the edge. you wince at the cold that seeped through the thin fabric meant to protect you. the rest of it bunched up at your hips.
murdoc’s hand slipped behind your thigh, holding it in place, the chain lightly digging into your skin as he brought his other one up to rub at your inner thigh. you waited for him to tend to your aching cunt again, but it never came.
you looked down at him, growing irritated. “what do you need me to do?” he asked far too sweetly for your liking. you glowered at him, but he didn’t give in. “don’t forget, you’re the one who needs something.”
bastard. he was going to make you say it out loud. humiliate you for a little bit, even if he was painfully hard in his orange jumpsuit. he had patience like no other, so he would get his way.
you swallowed what was left of your pride and responded, “please, make me come.” your words held bite and lacked the lust that coursed through you. and although murdoc looked like he was going to make you answer correctly for a moment, he shrugged.
“since you asked so nicely.” he said sardonically before he planted his mouth onto your cunt. the response was immediate, a startled cry of his name falling from your lips and your thighs tensing around him.
his tongue delves into your cunt, working you slowly and skillfully. you press a shaky hand to your mouth to try to keep yourself relatively quiet, but it’s like he knows exactly how you touch yourself at home in bed. he’s hitting every spot, and the vibrations of each of his moans make your back arch.
“murdoc—” his name sounded so strange when you weren’t cursing it to hell and back. “—fuck, don’t stop,” your hips rolled against his mouth, the tip of his nose prodding at your clit. you risked it and carded a hand through his hair, taking a handful of dark locks and tugging. he moaned, louder this time, and his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on your thigh.
you watched as his eyes fluttered shut, practically losing himself in your pussy. he shifted to sucking on and licking at your clit, reveling in the way your cries got higher and more frequent, and how your body writhed wildly against his face. then he’d move back to devouring you, messily and loudly.
your hold on his hair went icy and you pushed him deeper into your cunt, thighs spreading impossibly wider. murdoc whined at the assertion, peering up at you through hooded eyelids.
the sight was obscene, burning itself into your vision forever. the feeling would, too. you hadn’t received anything like this in years, especially not from your silicone and rubber replacements at home.
it’s then that you notice that he’s breathing too hard — or rather, moving far too much — and that he’s slowed down significantly. and that his hands have left both of your thighs and had gone back to his lap. one still loosely held your calf, you realized, but the other worked at his stiff cock. you couldn’t see it, only the rapid up-and-down of his fist.
it wasn’t because of his jumpsuit, which he had worked open at some point, but because also in his hand was your panties. it should’ve disgusted you. watching murdoc jerk himself off and using your panties to do it.
but instead your breathing went ragged and you moaned. “fuck, fuck, murdoc!” he groaned in response, his tongue delving into your pussy in slow, deep drags. he didn’t care that you’re fucking his face now, or that he can’t breathe. he was chasing his own high, fisting his dick with your panties and listening to your relentless cries.
you cursed and cried out as the coil tightened in your gut, feeling like your body was about to explode if he didn’t stop. you didn’t want him to. so you held his mouth against your cunt, hips jerking sporadically as you finally came on his tongue. you felt murdoc’s lips curve into a smirk against you, but you didn’t have the strength to care.
instead, you let him fuck you with his tongue through your blinding orgasm, gently rolling your hips in time with his languid thrusts. you tilted your head and peered down at him, watching him get himself off with your underwear.
you wished you’d worn a sexier pair, but the stirring in your stomach was still there. just knowing they were yours.
a weak moan slipped from you when the sensitivity started to catch up with you. murdoc kept going, still licking up your first orgasm. “holy shit, murdoc,” you slurred, a second orgasm quickly building.
your head fell back and your fingers ran through murdoc’s hair, tousling it even more. but he persisted now, shifting to messily work at your clit. the noises were obscene, and the shame was beginning to set in, but once you looked down and caught his gaze, it was gone.
his nose poked at your abdomen while he sucked on your sensitive nub, and spit and cum glistened around his mouth. you held the contact for only a moment before you came for a second time on his tongue, and telling from the trembling moan he let out right after, he did too.
he pulled away after a second, both of your heavy panting filled the room. you could barely hold yourself torso up, you couldn’t even imagine standing up yet. so you stayed propped against the edge of the table while murdoc cleaned himself as best as he could.
“you can keep them.” you mumbled before he could even try to give you your panties back. but the man only blinked at you.
“i know.”
the anger from before threatened to return. god, he was such an asshole.
“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked with a smug smirk as he wiped your cum from his face with the back of his hand. the action made you gulp, and the way he was staring at you, still on the ground, forced you to your feet and to the other side of the table.
you had to put distance between you and him or you’d end up shoving his face right back between your legs again. and you would rather die than have murdoc know that you wanted him to tongue fuck you again.
“right, now, can you give me what i need?” you asked, hurrying to rearrange the shuffled papers on the table.
murdoc got back up into his chair, watching you compose yourself with amusement. “that depends, sweetheart.” he replied. “what do you need? names or another round?”
did this in one sitting ur welcome. god i love david dastmalchian. so much. also i might write a part 2 to this.
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Hi how are you? I don't know if you are accepting requests... but if so, I would like to ask Macgyver for something
I imagine something, where the reader is jealous of Mac with Desi or Riley, and to make matters worse for the reader, one of them ends up getting hurt, and then Mac gives her his full attention? (Riley, Desi) and the reader starts to feel super insecure and super bad...
Thankss!!
first of all the fact I have a MacGyver request right now is nothing short of amazing. with the show being over for a while now the fandom has died down quite a lot and I am happy to write for him whenever. I will also be choosing Desi for this considering I’m very anti-Desi, apologies to anyone who likes her. anyways I hope you enjoy xx
Wish It Was Me
Pairing: Angus MacGyver x Fem!Reader
Warnings: jealousy, language, angst, heartache, unreciprocated feelings, fluff, happy ending (don’t worry)
Summary: After months of pretending that his behavior doesn’t bother you, you finally find yourself getting fed up and showing your heartbreak towards the boy. He uses this as an excuse to finally confront his feelings for you.
word count: 2.4k
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Harboring a crush on the man your job required you to protect was a great work ethic tactic. In fact it was the best one you had yet. Obviously you’d protect anyone of the team but if something ever actually happened to Mac, you’d be more than upset. Quite possibly crushed. It was also a great tactic considering you were very well trained at keeping your emotions intact which meant not once had you given up the fact you had any feelings for the blonde boy at all. It was simple actually, pine for him when you were alone and protect him when you were together. Always at his 6, gun pointed and loaded. A team always and forever.
That is until Desi Nguyen came along.
Not only is she just as good as you at combat but she was also getting closer to the team and you despised that. Feelings of replacement and jealousy filling you which made you angry for experiencing such emotions at all. It started to get worse when you noticed how close Mac was getting to her. Hell when she first showed up she had caught him leaving the shower and she hadn’t been shameless about it at all. You were the only one to successfully pass her test and she acted like because of that, the two of you were friends. That made it even worse.
It started with him laughing at her jokes, then it was grabbing a coffee after work, and pretty soon it was slight touches in passing, barely noticeable, but there. It was driving you up a wall, yet you’d never show it. Not only was Mac completely clueless but Riley and Bozer as well. So when you find yourself particularly angry for being sent in the field with Mac and Desi, no one seems to pay no mind because you are a shell of stoic. Untouched by silly and childish feelings of crushes and love. You wonder if there is possibly anything that could break your cool and calm structure.
“Y/N, I need you for a minute” your heart stutters, wishing he meant it in a different way, some other way. Yet you obey, not even a glimmer of hope shining as you look in his eyes. “Hold this wire for me please”
“Better hurry guys, we’re gonna have guests soon” Desi speaks, still on guard for any unwanted visitors. You slide your gun in the holster, allowing her to cover you both as you hold the wire like Mac asked.
“Please tell me this will only blow up the bad guys and not us” you tell Mac, a sly smile on your face and he chuckles, his hand twisting with his Swiss army knife as he works on something you can’t possibly comprehend.
“I’m not making any promises” he tells you and you fight the grin that wants to crawl across your face. You want to smile at him like he hung the stars but your job was to protect, not love. Even if you wanted to you’d be afraid of doing it for competition now, even if you didn’t know how Mac felt about Desi you knew she liked him.
That point is proven when you’re interrupted by the heavy footsteps of three men. A shot is let off in the air before you have time to register that the shot was heading for Mac. Desi does her job which is the same as yours, stepping in front of the bullet, and letting it knock her to the ground. You don’t have time to think about it, you move on command, years of skill practically motorized into your being. Your gun is out your holster in seconds and you’ve shot all three men to the ground before anyone can think about it. It’s what you were built for.
“Shit Desi, are you okay?” it’s Mac’s voice that pulls you from combat mode. You turn to find he has taken position over her fallen form, both her hands and his own holding her wound tightly as she bleeds from her torso.
“Been better Mac” she tells him, voice straining like she’s clearly in pain. You see it in his eyes though. It’s what keeps you from rushing to her side as well. It was there all along and maybe he was just as good at hiding it as you or you were denial. He’s looking at her the way you would’ve looked at him if he was the one laying on that ground.
“Matty, we’re gonna need an exfil location stat. Desi has been shot” you call over on your comm’s and the worried voices from the other team members seem to make you sadder. Feeling abandoned by your team and guilty for allowing such personal feelings to make you seem so cold towards a girl who had never done anything wrong to you.
“Alright, hang in there Des. We’ll get you out of here” it’s the nickname that comes from his mouth that makes bile rise to your throat but when he cradled the girl in his arms it’s something else entirely. Pain worse than you’ve faced in the field sears through you and when Mac looks up at you, you decide it’s time to accept that this is your life now. Him and her. The real team.
What you don’t know is that Mac see’s it. The pain, it’s written clear as day across your face. It startled him for a moment because you never give anything up. A statue of a person and to see you seem so dejected is heartbreaking in a way he can’t comprehend. He knows it’s not worry for Desi, he’s sure that is inside of you somewhere, but the pain written across your face is one of longing. After months of wishing you’d reciprocate any feelings for him at all he realizes they were always there, just under the surface.
Matty pulled off an emergency extract quickly, and thankfully the debrief was quick due to worry of Desi’s condition. Everyone can tell you’re defeated, more than likely thinking it was from an unsuccessful mission. You let them, and go to your rented room in Mac’s home. For the first time in months wishing you didn’t live there. Thankful Bozer and Mac stayed back you pour yourself a heavy glass of wine, find yourself in a warm shower, and then curled on your bed in some pajamas with a book. You’re four glasses of wine deep and halfway through the book when you hear the front door open and close.
“I’m home” is called out. Mac who had been with Desi all this time. Bozer had come home hours ago, and was more than likely asleep. For the first time in a while you wished you had shut your bedroom door to avoid him, have a good night sleep in before you had to deal.
“Hey, you’re up” he’s in your doorway in seconds. You feel yourself sitting up and removing the reading glasses from your face. Mac always finds it odd seeing you like this. Curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, the smell of fresh wine and a vanilla candle, silk sleep sets laid across your skin, hair piled high on your head. You were so soft compared to the girl in the field. The same girl he watched take down three men in lightning speed today. Now somehow you were in bed with a book. Weird how the world worked.
“Not really tired, is um. Is Desi okay?” you feel bad for not showing much interest in her well being. You just needed some time to think, some time to regain your composure.
“Last I checked yeah, I haven’t seen her for a couple of hours” he admits as he walks in. As he sits at the end of your bed you realize this isn’t uncommon. You two are still friends. No matter what you realized today.
“I thought you were with her?” you give him a puzzled look and he shrugs.
“I was, yeah. Then once I knew she was stable I went back to the Phoenix to fill out a mission report. Then Matty took advantage and got me to catch up on paperwork I’d been avoiding for a while” you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes your lips. Mac was a professional at avoiding the paperwork part of his job but every once in a while Matty could get her way.
“That’s on you for going back” you tell him and he chuckles along with you, head nodding.
“Could I ask you something?” he says once the laughter has quieted down and you find yourself getting exceptionally nervous. He can’t tell.
“Always Mac, it’s kinda my job” you tease which is true. When you were hired at the Phoenix Foundation it was literally to protect Mac in the field. You were pretty sure his name is in your exact job description.
“You’re not on the clock” he says which in a way was true but not really. It wasn’t uncommon for threats to breach your shared home, the minute that happens you’ll be protecting him then too.
“MacGyver, get to the question” you tell him even though you’d rather he walk out and never ask you any questions ever.
“Today you looked, well you never usually look like anything. But today you looked hurt, dare I say heartbroken” and you feel all the air sucked out of the room because you had shown emotions past your exterior and Mac had seen them.
“I don’t know what you mean” but you couldn’t look him in the eyes and he knew. He knew it deep in his bones.
“Look Y/N, maybe I could be wrong. That it was all just concern but if you feel anything for me the way I feel for you than that look was so much more than that” his words almost didn’t register. Your heart caught them before your head did. It was ramming against your rib cage and your head was snapping towards him because MacGyver of all people just admitted to having feelings for you.
“Feel for me?” you questioned quietly, your eyes locking on his own blue ones. You had seen Mac serious about many things before but somehow this seemed like more.
“Are you kidding me Y/N? Of course I have feelings for you. I spend all of my time with you considering we work and live together. On top of that you are always taking care of me and are the most interesting person I’ve ever met in my life. I was in love with you within a month of knowing you. Jack would always tease me about it” a small squeak left your throat at his confession. Wondering how you had never seen it before.
“Jack knew?” maybe it wasn’t the best question at the moment, but since Jack had passed it was hard to bring him up. Knowing he had passed away and there were things none of you guys got to tell him.
“Yeah, I always promised him I’d tell you how I felt one day and every day since he passed I’ve been breaking that promise more and more. So here I am not breaking it” he told you, a hand running wildly through his hair.
“What about Desi?” you wanted to make sure, needed to make sure.
“She’s just a friend. Most of the time I just flirted with her to get a reaction out of you” this was the most shocking of all. You’d expected him to say he had gained feelings for her too, but now as he sat at the end of your bed staring back at you with hopeful eyes you realized this was never the case.
“So it’s me?” you asked and a smile cracked across his face, a deep chuckle coming out as he dropped his head. His soft blonde locks dangling in front of his eyes.
“Yes Y/N. It’s always been you” he told you once he looked back up, and finally you allowed a real smile to cross your face.
“Well this is a first” you chuckled, hand reaching to grab your glass of wine. You gulped back the last sip and abandoned the empty glass, him watching you closely.
“What is?” he asked once you seemed to have your head straight.
“Having someone return the same feelings I have for them. I mean it usually never happens because I save face when it comes to emotions but here we are. You and me. In my room. Being adult and admitting things like attraction” you blabbered lightly and Mac laughed, a wide grin on his face. You suddenly had the urge to grab hold of the deep red shirt he had on, it matching the color of wine on your lips.
“So you’re admitting you like me too?” he asked and you just rolled your eyes before shoving your book out of your lap.
“Shut up and kiss me MacGyver” and he wasted no time, a devious grin crawling across his face as he moved to climb over to you. The anticipation of him getting closer seemed to take forever but finally he was face to face, arms locked on either side of you, and you took a moment to inspect every inch of him. “I have good taste”
“I do too” and then he was closing the gap between you both. Lips slotting gently against your own. His mouth was warm and soft, much different from his calloused hands. Your fingers tangled in his hair, mussing it around. Kissing him was like taking in a breath of fresh hair and pretty soon his tongue was dipping your mouth, tasting the wine left behind from your leisure afternoon. Tangling your tongue with his own you realize you could stay like this forever, just the two of you, in this room.
“It’s so not fair” you said once you broke apart, foreheads pressed together and heavy breaths panting out of both of you.
“What’s that doll?” he asked and you sighed.
“You’re good at everything else, you can’t be good at that too” and he was laughing, arms wrapping around you as he rolled over and pulled you on top of him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you what else I’m good at too”
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"The Accumulation Of Those Little Despairs Is What Makes A Person An Adult."
- Nanami Kento
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HEAR ME OUT! He has this Nanami Kento vibe. I am on my Lucas/Macgyver phase atm, I love this two sm 🥹😭
#mood board#lucas till#nanami kento#angus macgyver#jujustu kaisen#macgyver 2016#nanami x reader#lucas till gifs#Spotify#lucas till ff
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Needing Something Sweet
Scenario - What it would be like to kiss/make out with Jack Delroy, Murdoc and Wojchek.
Warnings - kind of nsfw??
A/N - Might do this for the others.
JACK DELROY - I want to believe he's a bit of a romantic (when he has the time.) Enjoys the slow, more intimate moments, where he can take his time and unravel you. The bitter taste of nicotine that coat his tongue would somehow be addicting. On days he's more busy, his kisses quickly become heated as he tries to enjoy every bit of you before he has to leave. Can be quite handsy, trailing his hand up your thigh if you two are seated. If he has you pressed against a desk he likes the feel of your legs securely wrapped around him. He has to be on constantly, for the cameras and interviews which can be tiring, so would maybe let you take the reins during moments like these (sometimes).
MURDOC - Intense, Heated, Passionate. Loves to bite at your bottom lip, mainly just to hear you hiss against him. Gloved hands are constantly running up and down your body, trying to pull you closer. When you tug at his hair, hard enough for him to wince, he won't admit he enjoys the sensation. Wouldn't mind having a bit of a push and pull with you, constantly fighting for control and dominance during. Will leave your lips feeling bruised and your head dizzy.
WOJCHEK - He's constantly away for weeks at sea, with only the memory of you to keep him content. When he's home, and with you again his kisses are feverish and almost desperate. Wojchek will kiss you till his lungs burn. You'll usually find him in control, rough hands keeping you pressed against him as his beard scratches at your skin. He'll smell of the sea, and tobacco after being gone for so long. Your lips and touch are what he's been daydreaming about for weeks, so he'll devote himself to satisfying those daydreams when he's finally home.
#david dastmalchian#jack delroy#jack delroy x reader#murdoc#murdoc x reader#mr wojchek#wojchek x reader#late night with the devil#macgyver 2016#the last voyage of the demeter
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Stuck — Murdoc x F!Reader
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: NSFW, enemies to fucking, unhealthy relationships, undercover mission gone wrong, reader works for an unspecified organization, sexual tension, rough treatment, tied up, dub!con (?) (reader wants it but physically can't leave), choking, biting, fingering (f!receiving), PIV, unprotected sex, blood, possessiveness, murdoc is his own warning.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k
𝐀/𝐍: first smut i've ever posted!! the david dastmalchian obsession finally got me y'all. while looking for fics of his characters i decided to write my own. i only watched two episodes with this man so i'm pretty sure he's incredibly ooc. hope it's enjoyable regardless! ❤
You were told you’d be working with a wild card during this mission.
They assured you it wouldn’t affect the overall difficulty of the job. In fact, your partner had excellent skills in all the areas useful for achieving your objective. Weapons expert, proficient in hand-to-hand combat, knowledgeable, and calculated in his actions. All good things in your line of work.
What you didn't know was that they assigned you Murdoc.
And that was information that one needed to know prior to running face first into the aforementioned man. Especially during a job that would undoubtedly involve violence. For fuck’s sake, you would tear your handler a new one after this was over and done with.
Your first instinct was to put a fist through the hitman’s face.
A fair assumption was that he was here to derail you or, at the very least, complicate things. It wouldn’t be the first time he showed up simply to cause mayhem and be a thorn in your side.
Snarling, you threw his body against the wall and the assassin’s head hit the concrete with a sickening thud. With a forearm over his throat, you pressed down, immobilizing him.
You could admit that you were being a little too aggressive than necessary about it.
His dark eyes sparked with an unsettling light, something so unthreatened and unalterable about him it made your hair raise. He wasn't intimidated, you could tell. He treated you more like a nuisance to wave away, not an equal.
You felt his throat move against your skin when he swallowed, and it made you wanna press down harder.
“Calm down, sweetheart. The night's just getting started,” Murdoc murmured while leering at you from behind a wall of long eyelashes. They were so pronounced you wondered if he was wearing mascara.
His eyes suddenly grew wider in a mockery of fear, tone climbing to a falsetto, "Oh, dear god, what did I ever do to deserve this treatment?"
His voice grated on your nerves on the best of days, and this was a pretty bad one. A scoff rose up in your throat, but you crushed it before it could escape. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The clear irritation that lowered your tone into a harsh whisper, however, was unmistakable. A small twitch of his cheek indicated that the hitman found your reaction highly amusing. He made a move as if to raise his hands towards you, but you clamped down on his trachea harder, and he stopped. And as the meaning of your words sunk in, you could almost see the gears start turning behind that smug facade of his.
“Murdoc. Stop thinking of ways to make this more difficult for me, and tell me plainly. What’s going on?”
A shade of disappointment marred his face before disappearing as quickly as it showed. “Come on, agent, you know me. Where would be the fun in that?”
“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends,” the reprimand barely left your mouth before Murdoc’s fingers wrapped around your elbow and painfully bent it at an angle, removing it from his windpipe with a sharp tug.
Wide-eyed indignation contorted your face as your places suddenly reversed and Murdoc crushed you into the wall, not holding back either.
You weren’t some dainty, fragile damsel in need of rescue–there was hardened muscle hidden under your evening attire. And yet, Murdoc still overpowered you, both in terms of height and sheer strength.
Your nostrils flared in anger, and you threw your body weight against his grip to dislodge it.
He made a disapproving sound and let his weight fall on the point of contact between the two of you, driving the sharp parts of his slender fingers into the softness of your neck. You tried to suck in a breath and rasped instead.
“Now, now, you’ll either continue to throw your little tantrum, which won't end well, or start being useful by helping me,” as his words caught up to him, a displeased crease appeared between his brows.
“Although, using the term ‘help’ would be a dire exaggeration. I could be finished here long before you pick yourself up off the floor.”
You knew he was aiming to hurt your ego and rile you up, throwing you off balance around him seemed to be the primary goal. If you lost control and started lashing out against his mockery, the man would undoubtedly win.
He usually attempted it when the two of you ran into each other; it was a path well trodden, with various results.
Admitting it never even crossed your mind, but you were aware, deep down, that he was damn good at it. The words he used were one thing, and as cutting and shrewd in his judgements as he was, sometimes all it took for you to lose it was the damned look on his face. Always so superior and above it all. Like he wasn’t even human.
It drove you nuts.
You geared up for another round of verbal sparring before parsing his meaning. You hissed out the next words; the pressure exerted on your throat proved to be a pretty good deterrent from speaking. “Y-you’re the partner, the informant, that I’m... I’m supposed to be working with?”
Something in your face must have betrayed the distaste stirred up by the idea because Murdoc chuckled and then finally let go of your neck to bow with a flourish.
You coughed loudly, to get rid of the intrusive feeling of somebody being in control of your breathing. You massaged the bruised flesh where Murdoc’s gloves likely left indentation marks in their wake, then rolled your eyes at his theatrics.
“I don’t think letting your guard down around me is a good idea,” you said dryly when he finally straightened up from the exaggerated pose.
“Oh, sure it is,” another wide grin split his mouth, and you gritted your teeth in muted frustration. “And oh so thrilling, I assure you.”
You didn’t grace that with an answer.
Ten minutes and one barely civil conversation with your HQ later, you and Murdoc walked arm in arm into the towering building.
With only a few minutes to spare, you didn’t even find time to touch up your make-up. Or double check your gun. And as luck would have it, what you were infiltrating was a ball. With dancing included.
You'd groan out loud, but you knew your companion had a biting comment prepared if you so much as blinked wrong. Murdoc seemed thoroughly entertained by the whole debacle and made no effort to hide it, strutting along with all the subtlety of a battering ram.
It was supposed to be his strong suit, being a shadow or whatever, but driving you up the wall must haven taken priority.
In fact, there seemed to exist nothing that made him giddier than getting a reaction out of you, for whatever accursed reason.
“Now, wife,” his lip twitched at the word, “how about we get this party started?”
“How about you never call me that again?”
“And blow our cover? I would never do that to you.”
You glanced towards him. He caught you instantly, his dark piercing gaze dedicated to not letting you get away with anything.
Those dilated pupils peering from beneath half-open eyelids were anything but easy to withstand, but you held your ground. That is, until he gave you a slow once-over, complete with a too-long pause focusing on your cleavage.
“You are infuriating,” you snapped and whipped your head away in the other direction, barely managing not to raise your hand to cover the gap in your clothing.
The man only drew closer and raised his own arm towards you in an inviting (taunting, something inside you whispered) gesture.
“I have my charm. Shall we?”
—
“Would you let go of me, you animal?” While you tried to keep the hissing to a minimum, he wasn't making it easy.
And Murdoc’s hold on you didn’t release, obviously, the words entirely ignored. You expected nothing less.
The leather of his gloves was smooth and firm against your skin, colder than expected, artificial feeling. The sensation was unsettling, a barrier between you that you'd normally welcome with open arms, but something felt different tonight. Instead, you wished he’d take them off, bare skin on bare skin.
The visual had its… appeal.
Even if the man it centered on did not.
You stopped pulling away to not attract more attention from the surrounding people. A couple on your left already began to whisper while unsubtly pointing towards you. Making everyone think that they were witnessing a domestic dispute was a terrible way of staying unnoticed, even Murdoc had to know that.
He didn’t seem to care about it at all.
He pulled harder until you had no choice but to step closer towards him. Your palm fell on his chest, breath catching in your throat.
You never really noticed just how much he towered over you when in close quarters, and you wished you still hadn't. Sticking out your chin was a childish move, but having no control over your present movements brought that out in you.
Where you stood wasn’t a ballroom exactly, but the lofty ceilings and ornate columns lining the walls gave a strong impression of one. Grandiose was one word for it. Over-the-top was another.
Massive mirrors adorned the sides, and you caught a glimpse of your silhouette, partially obscured by the imposing shape of the man gripping your side. You shivered and turned away, oblivious to Murdoc's curious gaze following.
You skimmed the crowd in an attempt to locate the person you were after. It wasn't just to distract from the heat that image caused. Obviously.
“Enjoying yourself?” The singsong lilt of Murdoc’s voice coming from above drew your attention. You reluctantly looked up, ready to chastise him for his pestering; there were things at stake here more important than his pathological need to feel superior.
With languid steps, he swirled you softly to the side, and then pressed you into his chest, his grasp the very opposite of gentle. His fingers were demanding, leaving no room for physical distance.
It felt like a display.
Like he was showing you off.
He had to bend over to reach properly, the tips of his fingers running over the gap in your dress, moving the red material to the side, exposing more skin. You grabbed onto a lapel of his coat, feeling shaken from it.
Some strange stupor fell over you. Staring up at the length of Murdoc’s neck, watching him breathe in and out, the rhythm was almost hypnotic.
You had to dispel it, needed to focus. There was a tremor in your voice, one you hoped he'd take for anger.
“Did you forget why we’re here? It isn’t some fun little outing concocted for your amusement–”
“–I’d beg to differ–”
“–but a mission of significant importance to the security of–”
“–I thought this was a date–”
“–individuals invaluable to not only my organization but society as a whole–”
Murdoc abruptly leaned forward, cutting you off. “Do you even listen to yourself anymore? You’re really starting to sound like a talking head for your little agency, sweetheart, and that’s not very attractive.”
Biting down on a “go fuck yourself”, you turned, lips touching his cheek as you answered. “I don’t recall ever asking for your opinion, Murdoc. I think it’s better if you refrain from sharing it in the future.”
He caught your eyes with an empty smile, a shark showing his teeth. “Zero promises.”
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You didn’t end up dancing for long before everything went to shit.
Splitting off from your partner for the night gave you some room to breathe. It also provided a unique opportunity for an assailant to knock you out cold in a deserted hallway.
Later you’d curse yourself for making such a rookie mistake—never split up without letting the other person know—but at the time you weren’t thinking clearly, a little preoccupied with things. You weren’t prepared for it, was the point, and you paid for that mistake dearly.
A sharp acute pain in the back of your skull jolted you awake. There was a building pressure behind your eyes and a pounding headache that turned your stomach.
You felt sick, and that wasn’t a good sign.
One failed attempt to open your eyes later, you realized what must have happened. Your previously done up hair was tangled with a makeshift blindfold, the cloth covering your line of sight. A twin piece wedged into your mouth stopped you from screaming for help.
Trying to push it out with your tongue brought only frustration, alongside a coughing fit.
Too much time couldn’t have passed, right?
You truly loathed the idea, but still dearly hoped that Murdoc was on his way to get you.
If someone told you a few hours ago that you’d ever count on Murdoc for back-up however, you would have laughed at them.
But life has a funny way of fucking with people, and this must've been karma for all the times you talked back to your boss. That's what he'd say, at least.
And with your shitty luck, the hitman was already gone, sporting a martini in some luxurious hotel suite, ogling strippers, or whatever men like him did to relax. Shooting innocents for fun was more likely.
That measly hope was dashed when a small groan reached your ears. A familiar chuckle followed, close nearby.
There was a hand wrapping around your wrist and you scrambled backwards, heart-rate skyrocketing. Trying to get away from the touch proved unsuccessful–your hands were connected to a chain, which was connected to a wall, keeping you firmly in place.
Deep breaths.
Looking for information was your first priority in a crisis, so you moved a hand over the ground, searching for anything to use. It was smooth but with loose gravel in places, like the coating of an underground parking lot, or more likely, a basement.
Attempting to calm down the thundering beating of your heart, you leaned back against the firmness, letting long fingers caress the inside of your wrist.
“M–uh–rdoc?” Your attempt at words was muffled and barely audible, but distinct enough.
“The one and only,” the assassin's response came back loud and clear–no obstruction in its way, a luxury you weren't afforded.
For a split second, you entertained the idea that he knocked you out cold and dragged your unconscious body down here to do god knows what. It didn't seem beyond him.
Fingers clamped down on your pulse point, forcefully grabbing your attention. "You're tied up, agent, and I can help you with that, but you'll have to push that ego aside for a moment."
A protest rose in your throat.
“Be a good girl and do as I say, got it?”
With a swallow, you stopped. The near silence of the room made it impossible to tell if the assassin noticed your reaction or not.
You weren't sure how close he was. How much attention he was paying. Dealing with this strange thing that's been chasing you all night was the last thing you wanted to do.
Murdoc's voice was calm and in control, a tone that inspired confidence and trust—emotions you were, as a rule, reluctant to feel towards him. But you had no choice. This was the fastest way to get out of your restraints, so, keeping your worries in check, you nodded assent.
Seemingly able to both move around and see, he hummed his acknowledgement.
“Good girl.”
“Now, scoot over to the right, yeah, just like that, use your legs. Keep going until you hit my side, you're almost there,” he directed, clearly aiming for something.
A stream of soft murmurs of apology filled the air at the pained noises you made when dragging your ankle. Someone clearly bent it at a shitty angle when they were attaching the chain, and you weren't sure if it was twisted or fractured. It fucking hurt though.
The pain must've made you delirious, because Murdoc was not the sort of man to know what an apology even was.
“Now put your leg up, the right one, try to sit up and then turn your body around. God, sweetie, it's been a while since I've seen good old-fashioned chains… not even handcuffs, they have us in chains,” Murdoc's voice ended in a high-pitched giggle, disbelief mixing with mirth at the absurdity of it.
You successfully followed directions and suddenly found yourself sitting on his propped up leg, balancing on it; your dress riding up on either side of your hips from the clumsy movements. Goosebumps rose in the cold air's wake.
Your face heated at the image you must have made, all wobbly and sweaty, desperate for guidance, barely covered up by the torn dress. Everything on display for Murdoc.
It became hard to breathe.
“That's right, just scoot closer, so I can reach you,” the tone of his voice was lower now, not quite a whisper, but close enough to make you shiver.
Keeping balance with arms bent behind you and wrists tied together was not easy. More soft pained noises, more maneuvering into position and you slid down, your ass landing directly on the hitman's lap.
Was that a gun in his pocket–?
“That's perfect, baby, just a little bit closer, so I can get rid of that pesky gag,” he grunted, sounding momentarily caught off-guard. “You do look good in it, though, I have to admit.”
Incapable of hitting him square in the jaw, you resigned yourself to leaning forward instead.
Curious fingers ran through your tangled hair, fingernails catching against your skin in exploratory touches, until finally making their way lower, towards the gag. Moments of fiddling later, the gag was gone and you could speak.
So you did. “What the fuck, Murdoc, are your hands free?”
“Shhh, agent, what if they hear us?” The way his voice caught on a snigger, bereft of any actual worry, threw a gallon of gasoline under the low level rage that's been burning in your chest the whole evening.
“Are you fucking kidding me, you fucker?"
It hurt, just how much he didn't care.
“We could die here, in this stupid basement, surrounded by nothing but trash and bound in some medieval ass chains, because you’d rather play around than do something useful for once!” Your voice grew louder and louder, and being unable to see his no doubt self-satisfied expression made it significantly worse.
“I’m asking you to help me, just once, just this one single time, you asshole. To put my well-being over your own, think of someone else but yourself! And take this stupid blindfold off me–Please–” You were on the verge of begging now, voice breaking on a plea.
A long stretch of nothing followed, disturbed only by your heavy breathing. Then, a light trace of fingertips over your cheekbone. “I didn’t know you trusted me so much, agent.”
“What–?”
Wet lips crashed into yours and Murdoc grabbed a fistful of your hair, pressing you against him. His smell filled your senses, something sharp and spicy, with an undercurrent of leather. The sound that left you was embarassing.
His palm was so big it encircled the back of your head effortlessly, fingers unkind in their urgency. He jostled your wound and you struggled within his grasp, trying to pull away with a distressed whine. Unable to see, unable to move, your body overcompensated for the lack of senses, making it feel like he was pressing into an exposed nerve. "Mu–urdoc–”
The groan made him pull away, sticky red smeared all over his hand now. He looked at it and chuckled. "Ah, they got you good, sweetheart. Let me make it worse.”
He didn't sound apologetic at all, and stuck his mouth to the underside of your jaw, sucking on the sensitive flesh. Tongue lapping up the saltiness of your skin, he let out a satisfied groan, hand wrapping around your neck to keep you from moving.
You let out another stifled whimper, part of you wanting to pull away from his possessive grip. The other part knew it would leave a mark and craved it more than anything.
Head falling back, your chest rose with laboured breaths, small sounds of exhilaration falling from your mouth. “Fucking hell–Ah–”
His other palm grabbed your breast, kneading it forcefully, wringing more gasps out of you. You felt his lips turn up in gratification against your tender flesh.
“Does that feel good?” His usually airy tone was raspy now, the gruff whisper making you shudder against his torso. “Tell me.”
You couldn't stop it; your hips ground down onto his own, dragging against the growing hardness beneath you. The emptiness inside you was infuriating, and you couldn't even reach down to relieve the pressure. You needed him now.
A loud cry left you when Murdoc bit down punishingly on your throat and gripped your chin between his fingers. He pressed his lips against yours before speaking, as if he couldn't stop himself.
“Fucking tell me, agent. Tell me what I should do with you. So powerless, all tied up, mine to control. I could do anything, so what will it be?”
“Murdoc, please–”
“Please what?” Cold air hit your skin as he pulled the dress up and slapped the back of your thigh, then snapped his fingers twice. “Focus, agent, right here, focus on me.”
This was all wrong; the way his gloved hand rubbed the stinging spot afterwards, his demanding tone, just how wet you could feel yourself becoming the more he touched you. The more he made you his.
“Touch me, please,” the words came out as a whisper, and were met with another chuckle.
“No no no no, sweet girl, that's not good enough. You gotta work for it.”
You couldn't escape, so you lowered your head into his shoulder, hoping to somehow disappear.
“Don't hide.” He yanked the blindfold off and threw it to the side, moving your head up so he could catch your gaze.
Despite everything happening between you, the mercenary looked near unbothered. His hand on your face felt steady, his breathing only slightly elevated, an expression on his face that you could only call triumphant.
It made you burn.
Your lipstick was smeared over his mouth, the red streaks physical proof of the way he crushed your lips together. You wanted to sink your teeth into his flesh and tear, a visceral representation of what he made you feel.
If your hands weren't bound, you'd be shoving them against his chest and running your fingernails down, marking him as yours too.
As it was, you only had your words left.
"Just fuck me, Murdoc, or do you need written instructions?"
The smug smile he sent your way was answer enough.
He grabbed the dark red material of your dress and tore the bottom part in half, a sharp exhale leaving your chest at the action. Then he stroked your ass, roughly stretched it and parted your legs, toying with the muscle.
You felt beyond exposed, a butterfly pinned to a board. Hair in disarray, flimsy panties not enough cover against forceful fingers and the hitman’s searing gaze. Naked planes of skin kept growing more and more red from the pleasure he wrung out of you. His hand reached between your thighs, and you closed your eyes.
He openly stared, drinking you in. Sharp canines peeked from behind his lips, mouth half open in captivation, and the black strands of hair fell over his eyes.
"What a sight you are," Murdoc murmured and palmed you over the thin material, fingers gathering moisture that soaked through it already.
You bit down on your lip and moved against his broad fingers, your muscles straining from keeping upright for so long.
He kept looking at your face and cataloging every little expression that passed over it, his eyes ablaze with a frenzy, an expression that in any other situation would make you shudder in fear.
Hell, it still did.
Impatiently, he pulled the material to the side and easily sank two fingers inside you, moving them in and out with a beckoning movement, rubbing against your clit until you let out a sob.
His wrist grew still for a moment, watching you grow frustrated in his lap, twisted satisfaction burning in his gaze. Then he added another finger, plunging all three as deep as they would go.
“Fuck, Murdoc, you shit–!”
He giggled and shushed you, "Stay still."
"Fucking bastard–"
"You telling me you don’t like this? You're not a whore who gets off on getting finger-fucked by her enemy?"
You wailed as he hit a spot inside you. “Shut the f-fuck–up–”
“Aw, but you don’t want me to, do you?” He shot forward, pressing his face to yours, hot breath hitting your lips as he continued, “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, agent, and then I’m gonna force them down your throat. Would you like that?”
Keening growing louder at the words, you moved your hips faster, panting against him, already nodding your head before realizing.
“I thought so,” the thrusting of his fingers grew quicker and you writhed in his lap, unbothered by what you looked like, only chasing your release with a single-minded determination.
Every once in a while your ass moved over Murdoc’s still clothed cock and he let out a pained-sounding hiss, his grip on your throat growing tighter.
You’d feel victorious if you weren’t so out of it.
Murdoc wrenched his fingers out of you and licked the moisture off, closing his eyes in pleasure. "God, you taste so good. How am I ever supposed to let you go?"
The sudden emptiness made you panic, and you caught his mouth in a kiss, urging him to continue. You could taste the slight saltiness from his fingers, your own flavour.
He pulled away from you with a laugh, then hissed again when you licked the side of his throat.
“Patience, agent, patience.” The grip on your neck disappeared and you heard his zipper open, a relieved exhale following.
The flicking of his wrist kept going for a few more seconds before he pulled out and ripped the flimsy fabric of your underwear off entirely. With an arm around your waist, he steadied you, before pressing the head of his cock forward.
At first, there was a dull sensation of resistance, Murdoc being bigger than you expected. But before you could protest, your cunt gave way, and he slipped in, the fullness and drag on your insides making you tighten around him.
The man rocked into you, his arm pressing your bodies so close together you could feel every laboured breath he took. You wanted to rip off the coat he was wearing, taste the naked skin over his ribs on your tongue.
You barely even noticed the changing gravity as you got pushed into the ground, your back painfully dragging against the rubble.
“I wanna spread your legs and eat you out until all you can think of is getting filled up to the brim,” Murdoc sounded almost delirious now, his hips speeding up, “wanna bury myself in you and keep going until you’re screaming–”
You encircled his waist with your legs, the pain of moving your ankle getting lost in the white noise that filled your head. You wanted him closer, you needed him closer.
Every time he pushed back in you squeezed him harder, wanting the stretch, urging him to thrust faster, squirming when he hit that spot inside you. It was almost too much, waves of pleasure twisting your insides, breathing near impossible.
"You'll feel me for days, agent, won't be able to look in the mirror without remembering my cock deep inside you," he groaned loudly, pulling you up into his lap without stopping the movement of his hips.
He bit down on your collarbone, leaving a red imprint of his teeth behind.
"Wanna mark you, scar you, make it so no one will ever touch you again–"
Your fingernails bit into the palm of your hand, his rasping voice pushing you over the edge. Knowing that you made him sound that way, that you brought out something desperate and reckless, a frenzied stream of litanies, from a man like Murdoc.
That was what did it.
Your legs tensed and clamped over his thighs, and you let out a string of curses. “FuckfuCKFUCK! Please–M-Murdoc, I–!”
He covered your mouth with his own and swallowed the shrill sounds, kisses turning brutal as you trembled in his arms. First his tongue ran over your teeth, then he bit down on your lower lip until the skin broke, a small stream of red immediately smudging between your lips. The sting sent a pulse down to your cunt, sucking Murdoc's cock in deeper.
He kept thrusting even as you stiffened, insides clenching around him like a vice, and with a short bark of your name he spilled himself on your inner walls.
Your exhausted body was pressed against his chest and you were empty for a moment. No worries, no thoughts. The aftershocks wiped your head clean of everything.
Your torn dress fell off your shoulders, but you didn't notice.
When you came to, your wrists were free, and the two of you were laying side by side on the floor.
Murdoc was staring at you like the cat that swallowed the canary; strands of hair were sticking out of place and a thin sheen of sweat covered his face, making his skin look glossy. It made him look so young, but you knew better.
His fingers kept running over the red imprint on your chest, eyes occasionally glancing at your scratched up wrists. He seemed... content. Some of that ever-present frantic energy looked to be gone.
You exhaled softly, the man's lips grabbing your attention. There was a redness there, lipstick or blood, and you weren’t sure which option was more appealing. Either way, you couldn’t take your eyes off it.
With an unsteady hand, you ran a finger through it, captivated by the sight, and the feeling of warm, malleable flesh.
Murdoc almost seemed human like this.
In a deliberately slow move, he ran his tongue over the tip of your finger and licked the ruddiness off. Grinned again.
God, you wanted to punch that smug look off his face, and you wanted to kiss him until he couldn't breathe.
What a fucking day.
#murdoc x reader#murdoc#david dastmalchian#macgyver 2016#murdoc macgyver#dennis murdoc#smut#how do i tag this#macgyver show me this guy's balls#for those curious: it WAS a gun in his pocket#murdoc shot the only guard when you were unconscious so you were free to go the entire time >:)#is this even hot or am i deranged
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Convincing Enough For You?
Pairing: Angus Macgyver x F! Reader
Summary: An important mission came up, and during the briefing it became clear that Mac didn't think you were the right fit for the flirtatious role.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Use of Y/N (not excessive), First Person, Fight Flirting, Arguing, A malfunctioning MacGyver, A villain who likes to take advantage of women, Couple Arguments. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Hey Guys! This my first MacGyver Fanfiction, I love writing the series and characters so let me know if you guys like it! Comments and messages mean the world to me! If you've got any ideas for future fic's my idea box is open!
ENJOY!
“I’m not sure if this is the best idea, Matty. You know how they feel about each other.” Riley trailed after her boss as they made their way down the hall to the war room. She had been let in on the game plan for the next mission early because Matty needed her input.
“They’re adults. They can put their feelings, undefined they are, away in order to do their job professionally.” Matty could hope. Ever since you joined the Phoenix Foundation there had been a certain animosity between you and a certain human encyclopedia. You were never sure if it was flirting or trying to get on each other’s nerves.
Matty could hear the sounds of shouting from the war room down the hall. “Oh, get your head out of the clouds! You know all too well that if it wasn’t for Bozer and Jack you would have blown yourself up, gotten shot, or made some kinda poisonous gas to kill yourself. You think you’re way more aware than you are. But newsflash: you’re not!” You paused to take a breath, you had made sure to choose your words carefully, they were nothing if not the truth. Mac could make a plane out of a recycling bin and some potatoes, but he routinely got his ass saved by Jack in the field, and Bozer in his own home.
Mac stood in front of the coffee table, his arms crossed tight across his chest. “At least I actually do things to save our asses on missions. Or were you the one who made infrared glasses so we could see the cameras when Riley couldn’t access the system?”
Something about Mac’s defensiveness made you want to egg him on continually. Maybe it was because you liked to hear him talk, even when it wasn’t in a positive way. There were days where the two of you were civil and even friendly, but those days were boring. No conversations would be had, and the day inevitably turned into awkward silence and stares.
Neither you nor Mac liked it that way.
So you picked on each other. It was clear there were never any ill intentions, but sometimes it rode the line and, you were sure, made your coworkers wonder if you and Mac were actually mad. To be fair, it was a question that rarely had a simple answer. But that was just the way the two of you were. Complicated. And you wouldn’t have taken it any other way.
“Can we go one meeting without you two saying something distasteful to each other? One meeting. That’s all I’m asking.” Matty pulled up her screen on the wall before shooting a pointed look at those who stood around the room. Jack observed the screens as they came up, and Riley sat on one of the chairs doing her best to ignore you and Mac, knowing how this would go, and something told her Matty wouldn’t get her wish for peace.
“This is Bryan Snyder.” A rather unpleasant-looking man was pulled up on the full screen along with his Phoenix records. “Hacker extraordinaire with a rap sheet a mile long of gambling offenses.” Matty flashed a couple photos across the screen of Bryan surrounded by presumable winnings and women.
Riley finally took a cue from Matty and spoke up. "He's had incidents filed with multiple casinos, all stemming from his pension for picking up women who've just fought with their partners, while the partner is around."
Jack scoffed as he found his way to the empty seat next to Riley. “Sounds like he's made a game out of picking up girls on the rebound."
Jack’s comment earned a grin from Riley, who added: "At least he looks like he tips well."
Your leg bounced involuntarily as you fiddled with the few paperclips in your hand—not bending them, just linking them together one after the other to make a chain. It drove Mac mad, and you knew it. He was one who did things with purpose, so idly fiddling with some paperclips without reshaping or bending them clawed at him internally. “So what is our position in this?” you finally spoke up. “I didn’t know the Phoenix Foundation did personal vendetta work for ex-girlfriends.”
Matty shook her head watching Mac who silently but unsubtly stared you down as you wrapped the paperclip chain around your wrist to make a bracelet. “Not a vendetta. A prevention service for the Parisian government. Snyder holds a virus on his laptop that, if released onto the broadband servers of France, would cause nationwide blackouts and hold millions of people’s information hostage.”
Jack’s face soured at the thought. “Oooh, okay, yeah, so not an angry ex-girlfriend. Got it.”
“We’ve had Riley coding a USB drive that, once plugged in, can give her access to the computer’s system. That way she can corrupt the virus so that when he tries to open it, none of the code will be salvageable. The only thing our team needs to worry about is getting that drive plugged into Snyder’s computer for 8 minutes without him noticing.”
Another scoff came from Jack. “No offense, Matty, but this guy seems like the kinda nerd to be obsessed with his computer. He’s probably one of those weirdos who treats it like his baby or something.” He immediately turned to Riley who had her computer in her lap. He pressed his lips together and stood up, walking towards the other wall to get as far away from Riley as possible. “I’m just gonna shut up now.”
“Yeah, smart choice.”
“The plan, if you guys will ever let me get to it, is this: Is to send in (Y/N) with a partner to pose as our unhappy couple, Bryan has a stay booked with a casino in Monaco this weekend. It’s his last stop on the way into France. A messy breakup in the middle of the casino should be enough to pique Snyder’s interest, and from there all (Y/N) has to do is get him to take her to his hotel room so she can connect the USB to his laptop, which shouldn’t be so hard given his M.O. After 8 minutes, once Riley’s USB has done its job, (Y/N) will take it out and destroy it so it’s not traceable.” Matty pressed her lips together firmly when she noticed Mac shifting his stance and uncrossing his arms, which normally meant that he had something to say. “Can I help you Blondie?”
Mac took the opportunity and stepped forward. “Why don’t we just send in Riley? If the USB doesn’t work, she’ll be able to disable the virus manually. Plus,” a strong look of disdain settled on his face, “I don’t think (Y/N) can flirt convincingly enough to get him to take her back to his room. It’s dangerous to put the weight of a mission on it without a backup.”
That got you mad. You stood and eyed Mac in his stupid power stance. His hands on his hips while he stared at the screen as if he was avoiding eye contact with you. You wondered where all of his confidence had suddenly gone.
“Oh? You don’t think I can handle it?” You took a confident couple steps towards Mac. A well-placed hand on his forearm brought his big blue eyes back to you, somewhat confused as to what you were doing but it didn’t seem as if he was going to stop you.
You took his silence as permission to continue and slid your hand down his arm, bringing your free hand up to play with the suede lapel of his jacket near his chest. You lifted your eyes to meet his for a single, shy moment and couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed. Who thought it was a good idea to give a man with such a perfect face those baby blues? Fuck.
Mac was malfunctioning, his jaw slack as he tried to focus on anything other than how close you were to him. Or the fact he could feel your breath on his neck, or the way your hands held him. Tantalizing and unobtainable. He was sure if either of you did anything in the oncoming moments he’d find himself too deep to back out.
You slid the fingers fiddling with his jacket past his chest to his abdomen, felt the shiver run up his spine even though he tried his best to hide it. Your fingers reached his beltline with more confidence than you felt, and…there was a undeniable tension. One that left you wondering if perhaps you should excuse yourself and drag Mac into some unoccupied office down the hall.
A quick smack below the belt and Mac was half-keeled over, gasping for air as you stepped aside with a prideful smirk. “That convincing enough for you?”
The rest of the team broke into laughter, the sexual and uncalled for tension that was in the room had gone.
“The Macbook needed to reboot there for a moment huh,” Jack said patting your shoulder. “You’ll do just fine, and your mission partner will be there as your backup, you can trust them
Matty just pulled on that subtle smirk she wore when she knew something was bound to be entertaining. “Well, glad you’re working on your chemistry, because Mac is your mission partner. Try not to cause a scene before the target gets there, though. Wheels up in 2 hours.”
Mac had finally been able to gather himself and recover from the unexpected tap. “Let’s just hope you’re ready for 2 to be playing that game.”
A/N: Thank You guys for reading! I am thinking about making another part about the actual mission or what the aftermath would look like for your and Mac's relationship.
A/N: Remember I'm always open to talk to people (18+) about MacGyver! I love the fandom and want to interact as much as possible. If your interested don't be afraid to shoot me a message!
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𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘 — 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐆𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Mac x reader. Mac coming home from a mission to find you’ve been attacked and you’re in the hospital.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff, mentions of dying, getting stabbed
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,510
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angus MacGyver x fem!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it! This is an old repost.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Your life was as ordinary as you tried to make it be. Once Mac told you about being a secret agent for the Phoenix Foundation you knew your whole life was about to be turned upside down. His team, including his best friend Bozer, were okay with you knowing. They trusted that you could keep their secret. Mac did his best to keep you as far away and hidden from every common enemy or threat out there. He never mentioned you to anyone other than the team and his boss Matty Webber. Little did Mac know that you weren’t as hidden as he thought you would be.
You were currently at the house that you shared with Bozer and Mac. They took you in when you finally moved out of your parent’s house. Not knowing where or how you could afford a house on your own. They offered you the space they had, which you gratefully accepted. You busied yourself by cleaning the house picking up anything and everything that felt out of place. You were about to start vacuuming when the doorbell rang. You really didn’t think much of it as you walked to the door. You went and opened the door to reveal three men dressed in all black wardrobe.
“May I help you?” You eyed them cautiously.
“We’re looking for someone by the name Angus Macgyver, do you happen to know where he is?” He asked.
“No sorry, there’s no one here by that name.” You were about to close the door when the man’s foot stood in the way.
“I highly suggest you tell me where he is, or things will get messy sweetheart.” He threatened.
“As I said before he’s not here!” You kicked him in the knee making him stumble back and shut the door in his face. You immediately locked it.
You turned and made a beeline for your gun you kept in your room. Mac gave you it just in case of emergencies, and right now you were in one. You could hear the sound of the front door being kicked open. You prepared yourself for the worst at this point. The three men split up to search for you. You could hear one approaching you, you came out and knocked him out, but you had a problem because they heard your grunts in the process. So you hid again.
The two guys walked up to the man you put down. “I see Mac’s taught you a few things, he wouldn’t if it wasn’t necessary, you must be really important to him!” The bulky guy called out. You didn’t respond.
“Oh, come on sweetheart I don’t bite. All we want is entail on where he is, then we’ll be on our merry way as if we weren’t even here!” His persuasion was awful.
You stay silent, trying to keep your breath fairly even. They walked closer to where you were. Just as the man was approaching you swung your arm out hitting him directly in the face.
“Oh, you little bitc-” He managed to grab you in a headlock.
“It didn’t have to be this way.” He whispered in your ear as you struggled to get free from his grip. You saw the other guy get closer, you caught a glimpse of something gray and sharp. Before you could protest he plugged the knife into your abdomen. You gasped and sank to your knees.
“Tell Mac I’ll just swing by next time, okay?” He gave your cheek a light pat. You tried to lean against the wall behind you as best as you could. The pain was intolerable. You didn’t think about pulling the knife out knowing many times that if you did it would make the dying process speed up. You really hope Mac arrived in time. You didn’t feel like dying.
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“I’m telling you Mac, beach siding in Hawaii would be the best birthday present ever!” Boxer exclaimed as they got out of the car. Their mission turned out great. They caught their targets and locked them up.
“Bozer for the last time, we are not going to Hawaii.” Mac shook his head.
“You say that now, but I’ll surely convince you.” Bozer smirked.
“Yeah, okay, if you say so.” Max chuckled.
The two approached the house unaware of the mess they would come across. Mac got out his keys to open the door, but only to find out that there wasn’t a door that needed opening. They glanced at each other, not hesitating to go in. The place was trashed and a couple broken pieces of furniture lay scattered all over their floor. “Y/n!”
“Y/n, where are you?”
“Bozer, you check the rooms, I’ll stay in here and look.” He pointed him off. Bozer scurried off in search of finding you. Once he came into the hallway he saw you on the floor and noticed the knife in your lower half.
“Y/n! Oh my god, Mac I found her!” He yelled over his shoulder. He got down beside you and gave your cheek a small slap trying to wake you up. He felt for a pulse, but there was barely one. Mac came running. He spotted the position you were in.
“Baby, hey wake up, Bozer call an ambulance!” Mac felt for your pulse but it was weak, he knew he had to get you help and fast. Bozer called the team after he called for an ambulance. Once everyone was informed of the situation the ambulance came and put you on a gurney to take you to the hospital.
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“Hey, we came as soon as we got the call. How is she?” Riley had become your greatest friend when she introduced you to everyone, so for her it was hard enough as it was to hear that you were attacked and injured in the process.
“The doctors haven’t told us anything.” Bozer spoke up.
“What happened?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know, we got home and saw the place trashed, we found Y/n with a knife plunged into her abdomen.” Mack placed hands over his head.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine Mac if anything Y/n’s a fighter.” Jack placed a hand on Mack’s shoulder for comfort.
“Hey, I forgot to mention, but Matty needed you to call her, said it was important.” Riley said.
“Okay, I’ll be right back, tell me if the doctor comes.” With that, he left the cafeteria to call his boss.
“Mac?”
“What did you need, heard it was important?” Mack sighed.
“Yeah it is, listen we found the guys that broke into your house.”
“Who was it?” There was an edge of anger in his tone. He stood up taller, pressing the phone closer to his ear.
“Know anyone by the name Steve McCarthy, Michael Dan, or Brian Anders?”
“It definitely sounds familiar.”
“Well, we sent a team to their location, so it won’t be long now till they’re caught.”
“Thanks, Matty.”
“Yeah, no problem, how’s she doing by the way?”
“The doctors still haven’t told us anything.” He shook his head.
“Well let me know what happens, and I’ll get back to you when we get them.”
“Alright, thank you again, Matty, bye.”
“Bye.”
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“So what did the boss want?” Jack asked.
“She apparently found the men that hurt her.”
“Really that’s great news!” Riley said in relief.
“Yea.” Mack breathes out a laugh.
“L/n?” We heard a voice call out. All four of us stood up. “Y/n Y/L/N’s family?”
“We’re her family, how is she?”
“We can only speak to siblings or her parents.“ The doctor protested.
“She’s an only child and her parents are out of reach. I‘m her fiancé.” Mack lied.
“Alright then, she’s stable for now, but we want to keep her overnight for observation.”
“Can I see her?”
“Right this way.”
“I’ll be back in a bit guys.” He turned to everyone.
“Hey go ahead Mac take your time, we’ll all be here waiting.” Riley offered a tired smile.
The doctor led him down the hallway to where you were being kept in. They walked into your room and there you were, resting. You had an oxygen tube in your nose to help you breathe. Mack sat in the chair next to your bed and reached for your open palm, rubbing small circles over the top of your hand. You seemed to feel the touch because you slowly came to. “Mac?” You whispered, your voice was hoarse.
“Hey, you’re awake.” He kissed your hand.
“You’re here?”
“Of course baby, I'm right here. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You gave a weak smile. “What happened?” Your memory seemed a little groggy.
“Let’s not worry about that right now, okay? You need to rest. The doctor said they want you to stay overnight, okay?” You only nodded.
“Stay with me?” You whispered.
“Always.” Mack leaned forward and kissed your head. Whether it be tomorrow or later on, he was never letting you be in harm’s way again.
#angus macgyver#angus macgyver imagine#angus macgyver imagines#angus macgyver x reader#angus macgyver x fem!reader#my gif#writings by juls
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hihi!!! i’d like to request either surprise or seductive for jack delroy or murdoc please, take your pic!! (honestly ive been in a slump with my own dd fics and your prompts have been a joy to read, ty for the lovely content!! 💕)
hi!! ty for the request 🖤 im very glad to hear people are enjoying! i decided to go with murdoc for this one, because as of late hes taken over my brain entirely : (
[ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard
YOU always kept the bedroom door locked at night.
nestled deep in the covers of your bed, you were already drifting off by the time the darkened figure slipped through the open window -- that was a precaution you'd forgotten to take this particularly warm evening.
you didn't hear the soft thud of boots on the carpet, nor the distress of leather as he flexed his knuckles once, twice, hand gripped tight around the handle of a sharpened blade. he brushed back his hair, it was a long journey to get here. but he'd made it.
it wasn't until he reached the far end of your bed, eyes trailed on your sleeping figure did he even remember to breathe. once in, deep, then out, exhaling the sting of exhaustion with it.
he's on you before you can even wake.
you panic at first, until you recognize the familiar scent of lavender detergent and, much more prominently, gunpowder. you barely whisper his name before he silences you with a feverish kiss, forcing his knee between your legs and pressing his weight against you. he swallows the dazed groan you let out and trails his tongue over your lip, nipping at it. he drinks in the way you shudder underneath his body with a wicked, self-satisfied grin and dark eyes grow wide in intrigue as you squirm under him. he pulls away and allows his coat to drop to the floor, followed quickly by the thick sweater he's wearing underneath, and the gloves that get in his way of removing it.
"anyone could have come through that window," he breathes, mouth still working its way down your neck, hands brushing the ragged shirt you'd worn to bed up, just enough for his fingers to trace your sides, it was a figure he'd committed to memory already, but old habits surely die hard. it was one of his favorite pastimes.
"you're lucky it was me."
"lucky?" you choke out, "you fucking scared me. and then you --" you're cut off again by his lips on yours, one hand tugging gently at your hair, tilting your neck just up enough for him to return to it.
"-- and then you do this."
he pulls away suddenly.
"i can stop, if you'd like, doll."
"god, no, don't."
that shit-eating smile is back on his face, and then it's gone, buried in your skin again. your fingers reach up to weave into his hair, pulling harshly as you feel his teeth sink into the flesh just above your collarbone.
"shit --"
"so sorry, doll. can't help it."
you hiss his name, drawing his attention once more. his head falls slightly to the left as he hovers over you.
"i love you, but i was sleeping, murdoc. i'm tired."
with an inconvenienced roll of his eyes, he's also rolled off of you, and instead into the empty space of his pillow next to yours. his arms stay wrapped around you though, and his larger figure curls in on yours, pressing you close to his chest. you wonder if he's ever really comfortable like that, or if he's just so used to sleeping that way that he can't otherwise while he's home. he's still trailing his hands across your torso, just as he always does, almost as though he was curious, eager to study each and very part of you. and perhaps he was. this idea of permanence was all very new to him too, after all.
you fascinated him. it's why he kept coming back, over and over. it's why he breathes against you and kisses your head once more, and it's why he waits for you to fall asleep again before closing his eyes himself. he looks beyond you, to the now-locked window. he can feel your pulse in your chest as you resign to slumber once more. he almost laughs, knowing how quickly you'd fallen asleep in his arms, knowing full well the capabilities he has and the things he's done. things he was willing to do.
what a curious creature you were to someone like him. perhaps he'll keep you.
#david dastmalchian#murdoc macgyver#dennis murdoc#murdoc x reader#macgyver#writing ||#unsure how i feel about this one but ill get into the groove!
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Hi :D, I'm sorry to bother you, but I just found your page and I love it!, so I was thinking of a story of Macgyver.
When the Reader is recruited in Phoenix, and she is as intelligent as Mac, and have similar skills. So Mac is amazed and he starts to feel attracted to her because he have never met a person that understands him.
Idk if I'm asking to much, if so, I'm SO sorry. :c
Btw english isn't my first language I'm from Argentina so I'm sorry if my grammar sucks :'(
OMG I LOVE THIS, it’s so short tho, i’m from Spain no worries amor <3
Angus Macgyver x fem!reader
wc: 357
warnings: none
At Phoenix headquarters, the air is charged with anticipation. You've been recruited for a crucial mission, and as you meticulously review the documents, MacGyver, a seasoned maverick from the agency, enters the room with his characteristic calm yet alert demeanor. “who’s this matilda?”, she smiled looking at him “y/n she will help us with a couple of missions her occurrences match yours so having both on our team will be great”
Your gazes meet, and he, with his ability to read people, immediately recognizes the spark of ingenuity in your eyes. Intrigued, as matilda leaves you two, he approaches you, and you begin exchanging ideas about the upcoming mission. Amid improvised schemes and creative solutions, the spark of a unique connection ignites.
The more they work together, Mac noticed surprising similarities between them: creativity in problem-solving, the ability to improvise, and a passion for exciting challenges.
As time passed, the connection between you and Mac strengthened with each mission successfully tackled together. On a quiet night after a triumphant operation, as you shared experiences in the break room, he couldn't help but express his growing feelings.
“you know y/n, every time we work together, I realize how incredibly compatible we are. Not just professionally, but also... personally."
You, with a knowing smile, nodded, feeling the same connection. “Seriously, have you turned your feelings into a compatibility test between us?" you laughed, his face grew red. “I wouldn’t word it like that but…yeah”
As you shared more moments outside of missions, Mac gathered the courage to take the next step.
"And what if she rejects me, Jack? It'll be catastrophic," Mac was so stressed, but he needed to give it a try.
"Come on, Mac, you know her. We both know she's going to say yes. Be a man and get the girl."
Mac nodded, approaching you after the mission. Your hair was disheveled, and your clothes were dirty, but to him, you were the most polished girl in the world.
"Hey," you looked up. "Oh, hi," you could see he was nervous. "Are you okay?" you asked. "Oh, yeah, don't worry. Um, can I talk to you for a moment?" you nodded and Mac glanced at Jack, who smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.
"How about we celebrate something more than paperwork after this? How about going to dinner with me?" he said, smiling while scratching the back of his neck.
You, surprised but pleased, enthusiastically accepted the invitation.
Suddenly, a shout was heard, "I told you!" and right after that, Jack was hugging both of you.
"Took you long enough huh.”
That night, amid laughter and confidences, you and MacGyver discovered that your connection wasn't just professional; it extended to a romance that flourished with time and shared experiences.
#cute imagine#fluff imagine#soft imagine#cute#angus masgyver imagine#angus macgyver x reader#angus#angus macgyver#macgyver smut#angus macgyver imagine
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The Collection of Failed Date Nights - Angus MacGyver Imagine [MacGyver (2016)]
Title: The Collection of Failed Date Nights
Pairing: Angus MacGyver X Reader
Word Count: 2,067 words
Warning(s): none
Summary: Mac and (Y/n) didn't expect their relationship to be the same as many "normal" people. Still, they were ready to do everything in their power to have some time for just the two of them. They had to learn the hard way that their plan was far easier said than done.
Author's Note: I've been considering one of those "____ Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with ____" for MacGyver, so (besides Taylor Swift because I get the joke) what artist would you like to see featured in that?
Oh, I used late season 1 for reference to the team members.
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Night One: Matty couldn't call at a convenient time to save her life
Dating when you work with the Phoenix Foundation wasn't easy. When both of you work with the Phoenix Foundation, then there were times when you were going to feel like you two were less dating and more trying to work in excuses to hold hands at work.
Mac and I learned that lesson fast.
Regardless of the circumstances, we tried to fit in some of the "normal" things. Movie nights and dinners and dates.
Easier said than done.
We learned that very early on.
I smiled at the little diner that Mac pulled up to.
Mac tried to explain, "I know it's not very fancy, but it was all a bit last-"
I leaned over and pecked his lips. "It's great."
He grinned at me before shutting off the car.
The night went on pretty well. We got seated, got our drinks and food ordered, and were just waiting. It was starting to look like we were going to have a normal night.
Mac was in the middle of some story from filming Bozer's short film when my phone went off. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and groaned.
He chuckled at me. "Who caused that reaction?"
"Matty."
"You're kidding," his face dropped.
I nodded and answered the call, "Hey, Matty."
"Sorry to cut you and Mac's dinner date short, but I need you guys to come in," she said. I sat up a little straighter, looking around for some sign of her or anyone from the foundation. "You two were talking about it in the hall."
"The fact that you knew to explain doesn't comfort me."
"Just hurry up and get here."
She hung up before I could respond.
"We gotta go," I told Mac simply. He groaned. "I know. Come on."
He pulled himself out of the booth and got out his wallet. "We would have much better luck if we just started ordering our food to go."
I just nodded.
Night Two: Jack is a lost puppy (even if he refuses to admit it)
We thought drinks would be easier than most things.
Not as big of a commitment as most things, easier to pay for in a rush, and it allowed Mac and I to actually talk.
We were both leaning on the table while Mac was attempting to show off after I questioned the whole paperclip habit. He was trying to prove that it was incredibly useful.
I leaned on his shoulder, chuckling as he rambled about the paperclip.
"Hey!"
I looked away from Mac when I heard Jack's voice. The small pang of disappointment made me feel guilty because I liked Jack. He's a great guy. But also, I was on a date.
"Hey," Mac greeted him.
"You two mind if I sit?"
Mac nodded, motioning toward the other side of the booth.
"How are the lovebirds doing," Jack asked.
"(Y/n) was making fun of how much I mess around with my paperclips."
"'Making fun' makes me sound mean," I said. "I was more questioning."
"Don't worry, I make fun of him too," Jack replied.
I let out a laugh and leaned back against the booth.
Mac just scoffed, "I'm happy you two find this funny, but I have saved both your asses several times with these paperclips-"
"And a crap ton of other stuff," I shrugged.
"Usually involving my phone," Jack added.
"You are both rude," Mac muttered.
I leaned on his shoulder again and he placed his hand on my knee. It was nice. I wish we had planned for our night to involve more than just the two of us, but this was nice.
I didn't feel right complaining about it.
Night Three: Bozer said he wasn't going to be home
I could barely remember what Mac had been talking about at the time. He was pacing a bit and rambling about something. I was sitting on his bed, occupied with other things. Like the fact that we finally had a night to ourselves.
"You're not listening," he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Excuse me? I always listen to you," I made it very clear that I was lying.
"Oh, really," he asked, stepping over to me. "What was I saying then?"
"If you mix hydrogen and a paperclip and... other... stuff..."
"What- woah-"
I pulled on the front of his shirt so I could press my lips to his. He managed to catch himself by placing his hands on either side of me. He chuckled as he kissed me back, making me grin into the kiss.
I started moving back, pulling Mac along with me. I laid down, moving my hand into his hair. He lowered himself onto his elbows. My free hand moved to his shirt buttons, starting to undo them. It was not as easy as I thought it would be.
His lips moved to my neck, moving down from the spot below my ear.
And then... Bozer's voice sounded from the main room.
"Mac! I was thinking and-"
"I'm gonna kill him," I muttered.
Mac laughed at me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
"You said he was going to be gone for the night," I groaned.
"I know, I know," he pushed himself off the bed. "I'll go talk-"
The door swung open before he could finish his thought. Bozer froze in the doorway. He looked between me lying on my back and Mac's shirt being half-undone.
"Did I interrupt something," he asked.
"Wanna take a wild guess," I replied, pushing myself up on my elbows.
He just nodded. "Well, I was gonna order some food if you guys..."
I raised an eyebrow at him. He just smiled guiltily before walking out.
I let my head fall back onto the pillow and shut my eyes. I felt a kiss get pressed to my forehead. I looked at Mac for a moment to grin, hoping to show that I was upset with the situation and not with him.
One day, I thought as I reached up to touch the side of his face. One day we'll get a normal date night.
Night Four: Mac needs to check his pockets before going out on a mission
We had honestly gotten lucky the trip was as quick as it was. The two of us had invested in some tickets to a small concert. The idea was that the show was small enough that we wouldn't break the bank if we weren't able to make it.
But here we were, standing in line for a concert. We were going to get a couple of hours together just to enjoy what was going on around us. It was a dream.
When we got to the door, Mac went to pull the tickets out of his pocket. He insisted on keeping a hold of them "just in case". I don't know what he thought would happen if I kept them, but I wasn't going to argue about something that didn't matter.
But as a nervous smile formed on his face, I wonder if I should've argued more.
He reached into his other pocket before starting to frantically check every pocket he had. Small scraps, a paperclip, but no tickets.
The guy at the door finally waved us away. I crossed my arms over my chest and started walking back to the parking garage that we had paid for. Another waste of money.
"(Y/n)," Mac followed close behind me. "I'm sorry."
I tried to blink away the tears of frustration that had formed in my eyes. "It's fine."
"No, it's not," he grabbed my arm so he could turn me around. "I... I screwed up our whole night and I'm sorry."
I closed my eyes for a moment. His hands cupped the sides of my face. I felt him press his lips to my forehead.
"I'll make it up to you," he was basically speaking against my skin. "I promise. I'll figure something out. I am so, so sorry for this."
"I just wanna go home," I mumbled, feeling the tears starting to fall. Mac pulled me forward into his arms, guiding my head to rest on his shoulder.
"Okay," he replied. "That's okay. Maybe... Maybe we can find a good movie or something. And then we can relax and cuddle, yeah?"
"I want to go home alone," I corrected my statement as I stepped back. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't apologize," he grabbed my hand, starting to lead me to the car. "That's okay. It's your choice."
I felt bad for being so upset, but I had been looking forward to tonight. It felt like everything in the world had gone right for us to be there only for us to get smacked down right at the end. It hurt.
Mac was understanding when he dropped me off. He kissed me gently, continuing to mumble how sorry he was.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied before getting out of the car.
Mac refused to drive away until he saw me walk inside. I waved at him from the door before stepping inside.
As I locked the door behind me, I leaned my head against the door.
I just wanted one night with no interruption or mishap. I never realized how difficult that would be to achieve.
Night Five: Does it count as escaping an escape room if we never went inside?
The other three hadn't even known about the escape room until Mac and I were getting ready to leave.
And then, Bozer asked if he could join. He was completely oblivious to the idea that Mac and I may have wanted to do something on our own. I looked at Mac, letting him make the decision. He looked back at me for a moment before looking at Bozer and nodding.
And then, Bozer asked to let Jack and Riley tag along, saying that it would be good for the team to see each other outside of a life-or-death situation. Mac nodded to that idea too.
"I'm sorry," he muttered to me as he kissed my head.
"It's okay," I promised despite my disappointment.
The other two met us there.
It all seemed to be going fine until it was actually time to go into the room.
"Wait, gotta tie my shoe," Mac touched my arm as he knelt down. I stopped, scoffing at him for grabbing my arm.
Just as Mac finished tying his shoe, he jumped up and pushed the door shut. He nodded at the workers and grabbed my hand.
"What are you doing," I asked, letting him lead me out. "We can't just abandon them."
Mac stopped outside the building, pulling me abruptly into a kiss. I almost squeaked out of shock as he did. My hands touched his sides as I kissed him back. He leaned back a few moments later.
"What do you say to picking up dinner and going back to my place," he suggested.
"And just leaving them trapped here?"
"It's an escape room. That's the point."
I chuckled as he leaned in and kissed me again.
I hummed and pulled back. "You've got yourself a deal, MacGyver."
He grinned. "Good."
He started pulling me along with him again.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket when it started ringing. Before I could properly look at the name, Mac grabbed it and declined the call.
"Mac!"
"We've earned a night together," he explained as he handed my phone back to me. "No interruptions."
"I didn't realize that it was upsetting you so much."
"I love the team," he replied. "I really do. But there are times when I want to be with you. Only you. I don't want to be a jerk, but... I felt like this was the only option."
I frowned at him. "We should probably sit down and talk with them about that."
He nodded.
"Instead of locking them in an escape room."
He chuckled, looking down for a moment. "That was a little rude, huh?"
"Maybe a bit," I confirmed. After a moment, I pulled on his arm. "Hey... I love you."
"I love you too."
Mac was right. We deserved to have time to ourselves. And we were getting there. It was just a learning curve.
A very complicated learning curve.
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Y/N: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?
MacGyver: What the hell!?
Y/N: Oh, sorry, my bad.
Y/N, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?
MacGyver, whispering: Of course. What do you need?
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Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader
Warnings: fluff, minor angst, just two first time parents trying to figure it out
Summary: Much to your dismay your shared child seems to take after Mac and his curious ways. You had heard the stories about his unique childhood and if you didn’t get it under control soon, your daughter was bound to follow right in his foot steps.
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When you had first started dating Mac there had never really been any rules. It wasn’t until you moved in together you finally had to put some in place. You had tripped over one to many contraptions and been a little too close to some minor explosions that had you deciding on no experiments in the house. After a minor fight he finally agreed and Mac followed that rule to the best of his abilities and you appreciated him for it.
What you had never expected was having a kid just like him. You don’t know why it never crossed your mind that it was possible for your child to have Mac’s intelligence. To be honest you wished you would’ve and you could’ve prepared yourself for all that was to come with a curious mind desperate to learn. You had heard all those stories about Mac when he was a kid, blowing up football fields and smoking out labs, but none of it ever really felt real until now. They finally felt real because your daughter had now taken it upon herself to do science experiments anywhere she can.
You had left for only ten minutes. That was it. Ten peaceful minutes to go out and do some minor yard work. She was reading a Nancy Drew book on the couch when you left but when you had returned, the eight year old girl had covered the kitchen in what looked like some sort of green foam. It takes your mind only a second to go haywire, panic setting in, fear of chemicals, and misdirected anger at your husband.
“Jackie! What is going on?” you rush towards her, making quick work of pulling her away from the mess.
“Elephant toothpaste, I saw it on TV and Dad told me how to make it” you were sure smoke was steaming out of your ears by now. As proud as you were for how smart your daughter was, these actions could become hazardous.
“Honey, I need you to tell me what exactly is in elephant toothpaste?” you ask as calmly as you can, keeping your voice even as if to not scare her off.
“Hydrogen peroxide, yeast, dish soap, water, and food coloring for some fun!” she claps excitedly, eyeing that very mixture on the kitchen counter. Now calming over the harmless ingredients you look at where she has some foam now stuck in her curly blonde hair.
“All that made a huge mess in my kitchen?” you ask, reaching for a dish towel and wiping away as much as you can in her hair.
“Well I tripled the recipe for a bigger explosion” she says as if the sentence alone doesn’t make your heart stutter. Letting out a deep sigh you stand back up and start to guide her to the bathroom.
“You definitely are you father’s daughter” you mutter, hands squeezing her shoulders.
“You should’ve seen it Mom, it was huge!” she cheers excitedly as you start down the hallway.
“Let’s get you in the bath” you tell her and she just smiles wide, clearly content with what she had just accomplished and you now had to clean up.
Once filling the tub with warm water you help your daughter step out of her elephant toothpaste splattered dress and into the bath. Offering her a bath bomb she keeps her curious mind occupied as you step out and figure out how to prepare yourself for the cleaning you had ahead of you.
“What happened here?” you find your blonde husband with an amused smile on his face, eyes scanning the green foam.
“Someone decided to make elephant toothpaste, have any idea where she got that from?” you ask crossing your arms and Mac looks up to find you are not as amused as him in this situation.
“Shit baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t think she’d actually attempt it, much less inside the house” he says walking over to you and you sigh, trying your best to not place all the blame on him.
“It’s fine, I just have to figure out how to clean it now” you say, hands reaching up to push the hair out of your face. It had already been a long day and the last thing you needed was this.
“It’s okay, I got it. I’ve done elephant toothpaste a time or two” he says, hands reaching to squeeze each of your arms, and you offer a weak smile.
“She’s gonna be trouble, just like you” you say with an accusing finger and Mac smiles before pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Maybe, but at least I know how to handle it. When I was blowing things up I never had anyone who understood me” Mac says and you give him a panicked look.
“I didn’t say anything about blowing things up” you tell him, head beginning to shake and Mac quickly stops you.
“I know but I happened to remove an entire football field once in my life. Maybe I can keep hers contained to a small park or something” he teases but you give him a stern look that says you’re not ready to joke about this just quite yet.
“How about no explosions and no more experiments in our home?” you say and Mac clearly mulls it over. You know he wants to cater to his daughter’s curious mind, provide her with every opportunity he could to learn, but could that be done at the expense of your kitchen?
“One explosion and experiments in the yard?” he counter offers and you sigh.
“No explosions and experiments small enough to not alert neighbors in the yard” you finalize and he nods with a grin.
“I can accept that” he says before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now where’s our little scientist, I want to applaud her”
“She’s taking a bath, you can say hi after you clean up this mess” you tell him, hands pressing against his chest and in the direction of the green foam.
“And what about you?” he asks, a small pout to his lips and you slowly press a kiss to them. The pout gone in seconds.
“I’m going to help her out of the bath and then we’re going to set some rules” you tell him and he nods, saluting you as you walk back to the bathroom to find Jackie hadn’t even washed her hair yet.
It’s only an hour later you finally have the small girl in fresh pajamas, damp hair combed, and sat between you and Mac on the couch. The Nancy Drew book from before is open on her lap and you finally give Mac a look to tell him it’s time to set some rules and create boundaries for her.
“Jackie honey?” you coo, fingers reaching to push away the book for a moment.
“Yeah Mom?” she says, half distracted and trying to chase the page as it moves away from her.
“We wanted to talk to you about your little experiment today” you tell her and Mac nodded, blue eyes finding his daughter’s matching ones.
“Yeah honey, just a quick chat” and at her father’s words she finally closes the book on her lap.
“We love that you enjoy learning new things. It’s amazing the things you already understand, but we need to set some rules” you tell her and a sad look flashes across her features in seconds.
“You made a big mess today, one that worried your Mom. So there can’t be anymore experiments in the house” Mac says and the girls is instantly defeated, a gasp leaving her mouth.
“But Dad, it was just elephant toothpaste. It wasn’t dangerous!” she whines and Mac shakes his head, staying firm and on your side.
“Yeah but your Mom didn’t know that. So there is going to be no more experiments in this house unless approved and supervised by one of us” he tells her and her lip instantly quivers as her arms cross over her chest.
“But you and Dad can do as many experiments in the yard as you want and he’s also agreed to bring you to his lab at work once a week to learn something new” you comfort the sad girl, arm wrapping around her.
“You promise?” she asks, hopeful eyes looking up at her Dad.
“Of course honey, pinky promise. We want you to grow and learn but science can be dangerous and it’s important we treat every experiment as that” he tells her and she nods even though you know she’s not entirely on board yet.
“Does that mean I have to tell you about the habitat I’m growing in my closet?” she whispers and you flash a worried look to Mac who is trying his best not to laugh.
“Well, why don’t we go find out” he says, standing and lifting the girl to dangle over his shoulder. The giggles and squeals she lets out are a stark contrast to the somber mood she was just in and you can’t help but smile as you watch them disappear down the hallway.
“Is that a toad?!” you hear Mac’s voice bellow down the hallway and you are quick to stand to your feet and rush down the hallway.
“Oh hell no”
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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.
Paid story for @alohomorasomnium.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: swears, mentions of previous domestic violence
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The vet’s office had said to dress casual for the interview, but in this town, you had no idea what that meant. Driving into Charming felt like going back five…maybe even ten years. It wasn’t an old hick town, but it had a feeling of slowness. Like trends and updates took their time to reach Charming, even though it was a Californian town.
You had chosen a white button up top, with short sleeves and a black pin skirt with a matching jacket. Your hair was in a French braid and you had nearly dropped your thin black framed glasses locking your front door that morning. Your aim was to impress; seem professional. But god it was hot. You weren’t expecting such a warm day – neither was the weatherman you’d been listening to on the tv last night.
It was still an adjustment – moving into a new home, into a new street, new town… new state.
“Change is good,” is what you had told yourself while you drove all of your belongings from your hometown to Charming. You said it over and over again.
This morning hadn’t gone too badly, well, not until you got onto the main road and Charlie, your truck, conked out twenty minutes from your interview destination. You had considered walking, but it would take you at least an hour on foot. Especially since your GPS didn’t work without a power outlet.
Bottling up your scream, you stood on the side of the road and popped open the hood of your truck. Steam blasted you in the face, fogging up your glasses and dirtying your white shirt.
“The fuck is wrong with you Charlie! Why now?” You groaned, leaning your head against your arm. You counted to ten and pulled yourself together. Now wasn’t the time for a breakdown.
Hooking the rod into place, you wiped your glasses on your shirt and looked for any damages. The oil was fine, water in the windshield wipers were full, hell everything looked perfect.
Just as you unhooked the rod, you felt a presence behind you. Jumping, you turned around in a flash and dropped the hood. Bang! The sound seemed to ring out in the early hours of the morning.
“Sorry ma’am, didn’t mean to startle you.” Having to look up to see his face, you saw a bearded man with a leather kutte covered in patches.
“No need to apologise, just … having a rough morning,” you said, locating your keys and doing your best not to seem frightened. Your fear didn’t spawn because he was a biker, no. It was because he was a man.
Moving to Charming wasn’t a choice out of freedom, but necessity. To put it simply, the man you had loved turned out to be a narcissistic, obsessive control freak. Breaking loose of him gave you your life, but parts of you would never be the same.
“Looks like it,” Opie said in a humorous tone, “I work for Teller Morrow mechanics, I can take a look if that’s okay with you.”
Polite.
You weren’t used to big, booted men with being polite.
So, you were unsure, but time was ticking away, and you were in desperate need for this job.
“Okay, you can take a look,” stepping back, you watched as he trudged over to Charlie and did exactly as you had done. After ten minutes he slowly lowered the hood and wiped his hands on his jeans.
He shook his head, “Not an easy fix, looks like a part is missing.” Opie’s sunglasses perched high on his head as he looked at you. You noticed the tattoos on his neck and arms, and wondered how many more he had.
After processing the words, your stomach sank.
“God,” you shut your eyes, and held it in. Coincidence, you thought. This was all coincidence.
“I can call the tow truck,” he said, moving toward you. Taking an instinctual step back, you noticed that the big biker stopped in his tracks.
“Sorry, it’s not you. I’m just –“
“- not only having a rough morning?”
You crossed your arms and nodded.
“Look, I’ll call a tow truck and take you to wherever it is you need to go, sound okay?”
You looked from the ground to see what his transportation was. A Harley. How would it look showing up to the Vets on the back of a bike?
Fuck. I’m fucked. This is fucked. How has my day come to this? You thought roughly, rubbing your temple. You looked at your watch, five minutes. Five minutes until the interview. Shit.
Letting out a laugh (because if you didn’t laugh you’d cry), you nodded to the brown-haired biker.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked him, throwing a leg over the seat, trying not to let your skirt hike up too high.
“What comes around goes around,” he replied, handing you the helmet and securing your handbag in his satchel.
“Huh, Karma,” you muttered, and tried to fasten the helmet tighter.
“Here, let me,” large hands came towards your face but you didn’t flinch. There was something about this man. Being up close meant you could sense it better. Maybe you had been around animals for too long, but as they were able to sense a good person…somehow so did you.
“I didn’t get your name,” you said as he was face to face with you. His large fingers gently tugged on the cords of the helmet, clicking it in place, his eyes flickered to yours and you noticed the faded freckles over the bridge of his nose.
“Oh uh, it’s – Opie,” he stammered lightly, moving in front of you and hoisting a leg over the bike. “Yours?” He asked over his shoulder.
“Kaelie.”
“Well Kaelie, where we going?”
“The Veterinary Clinic,” you called over the rumble of the bike.
He smiled and nodded. Flicking up the kickstand, instantly the two of you were off.
- 🛠 –
What should have taken you twenty minutes, Opie did in ten. You chalked it up to knowing the right streets, but a few times you looked over his shoulder to see how fast he was going. (It was fast).
After parking you had handed the helmet back to the biker and smiled at him.
“Thank you.”
With a half smile, he shook his head. You were about to turn around and head off but he pulled something out of his pocket.
“Here’s the details for our mechanics. Your car should be done by the end of the day.”
You nodded, once again thanking him for his generosity.
“Do you need a ride after your done here?”
Cocking your head to the side, you blinked a few times before nodding.
“Hey, just helping a new neighbour.”
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