#Macdoc

[weary-eerie]

MACDOC TAKEOVERRRR

(part 9)

its been a hot minute since i’ve posted one of these- im finally back!!

[dazedbelladonna]

some Murdoc (and Mac) memes for you 🔪📎

[drarreckyninja]

Murdoc: “ trust me, i just need.. *calculating* <mumbling under their breath> “well an hour for that and 20 and another 10 and we’ll…and i think another 15 and that will take like…3 and in tota-”

Mac: “EXCUSE ME”

Murdoc: “yes yes the point is give me one night and i’ll change your mind. promise”

Mac: “confident, are we?”

[overwhelmedclown]

So whenever I read fanfiction one thing I like to look for is unhinged quotes so here's a couple ive found

[here-to-reblog-stuff]

“Okay, i’ll come with you”

“Willingly?”

“Yes”

“Good boy”

“Can you not?!” Mac replied, rolling his eyes

“What? You want to be a bad boy MacGyver?”

“Just shoot me, if you’re going to be like this the whole day”

“Bad boy! You done?”

[saintsurvivors]

Murdoc is - and i mean this very sincerely and in all love for my rottweiler serial killer mercenary for hire darling - insane in the brain in so many ways and that's the problem, that’s the wound, the tissue of the issue in the severed leg Murdoc keeps in his basement. 

Murdoc points all his incredible and unfathomable and uncountable neuroses at Mac for no other reasons than that he is fun and challenging and Murdoc also wants to string him up like a cow corpse and make him sing and dance and perhaps bleed, because Murdoc, like a good supportive American, knows only death, sniper and unhealthy romances. 

He does this with such derangedness that you can’t help but love him even if you want to swing him around like a discus and smack him against the floor. He’s like the cat that’s gotten used to running the household, he’s the asshole cat that you keep shooing off the counter top but he still insists on coming back because how dare you do stuff without him, he is the most important thing in your universe, and he needs to know what you’re doing right this second so he can give you permission, even if that includes washing your hair or brushing your teeth, because otherwise he will lounge outside singing the songs of his people which is the dying screams of people he’s killed or the wailing screeches of people Mac has blown up because he likes the look of Mac shellshocked and PTSD ridden, especially when Murdoc is the one to cause that PTSD to manifest.

This metaphor got away from me.

Regardless, the bottom line is that Murdoc is very strange in a very directed way and that directed wat is towards Mac who kindly wishes to be buried beneath ground with a bomb set off if Murdoc even so much as thinks about him. Or, that’s what Mac deludes himself.

Because Mac - also very sincerely and with so much love for my fucked up babygirl, my homeboy, my meow meow - is an adrenaline junky that thrives off danger and saving people by the very skin of his teeth, and doesn’t realize that this is a death wish since his mother died and his father left, and thus wants recognition anyway he can get it. Of course, Mac finds tangling with Murdoc very much a death wish, in which loading a shotgun with the barrel pointing directly into your face is a death wish, or getting into a Lamborghini because you might as well die in style right, but Murdoc lets you know before you get in that he’s cut the brake lines and he’s shoved duct tape over your mouth because your screams are for him only.

And you want that, sincerely, derangedly, because who else could love you if not the man that caused your nightmares and made you afraid of the dark and who drags you as close to the edge of dying by his own hands only to drag you back because he demands that not even death can claim you, Mac is Murdoc's and Mac shall die when Murdoc says Mac will.

Of course, it could also be because Murdoc has shown that regardless of anything that has happened, that Murdoc wants Mac and perhaps the intrigue of that devotion in the face of everyone leaving him is....toxic and intoxicating, but who can tell.

[twolongcows]

MacDoc

This is for Cay.

[diamond-cavalier]

MacDoc, Ex-Gifted Kid Kinks, and The Intellectual Arms Race

So I’ve been writing If Life Is Gonna Fuck Me, and I’m drafting up the new Katabasis chapter… so here’s some Thoughts.

There’s a reason Murdoc calls Mac his Truly only worthy companion.

It’s not just dramatics and obsession though it’s definitely those too, it’s respect. Reverent, awed, and potentially very horny (depending on how you feel about it) respect.

See, Murdoc doesn’t actually want to kill Mac. Not really. That would mean the game ends, and Murdoc lives for the game. He needs Mac’s mind aimed at him like a loaded weapon. He needs the challenge, the chase, the look in Mac’s eyes when he figures the plans out, when he beats him at his own game. Because the truth is, Murdoc has a competence kink so severe it’s fucking terminal.

He doesn’t want someone weaker. He doesn’t want anyone submissive or beneath him. He wants someone who can win. Because if you can outmatch Murdoc, if you can survive him, if you can dismantle his plans and walk away smarter, with clean hands, and fuck without any weapon other than your own mind and the things around you. Then you’re exactly what he craves, someone who could keep up with him, someone who burns just as brightly as he does, someone equal.

And Mac? Mac hates that he understands this.

He hates that Murdoc’s traps are the most fun he’s had in months. Mac hates that when Murdoc says, Good boy, Macgyver! or God you’re clever while pressing a gun to his head, he feels it all the way down his spine.

Because Angus Macgyver, boy scout, genius, golden moral compass of Phoenix, has a praise kink, but it only lights up when someone actually gets him. When someone sees how fast his mind moves, how precise his hands are, how much effort he’s hiding under that casual flannel. When someone is so sincere that he can’t convince himself it’s a lie. And Murdoc sees all of it.

So what happens?

You get a kink feedback loop so intense it might count as an international incident.

Murdoc sets a trap. Mac disarms it. Murdoc is like You’re incredible boy scout. Murdoc’s pupils are blown and he’s high on the sheer sight of it, Mac is cocky and confident and will actively snap and snark at him while trying to ignore the heat working its way through his body.

Rinse, repeat, explode something.

The point is, this is not your average enemies-to-lovers. This is intellectual foreplay. This is two brilliant and thoroughly unhinged men slowly destroying each other because it’s the only way they know how to connect.

It’s courtship under fucking cold war conditions. It’s mutually assured destruction, if either of them give into their dynamic then they’re both fucked.

Murdoc doesn’t flirt with flowers or soft words. He flirts with mind games and precision hits, every confrontation is another chance to say, Dazzle me Angus.

And Mac answers with explosive grace. With beautifully improvised solutions, with a mind so fast and so wildly destructive that it makes Murdoc start composing wedding vows in his head on impact.

Or dirty talk, you know, whatever works.

And it’s not just about survival, survival would be taking the shot, letting someone kill Murdoc and putting that problem to rest forever. But the problem is that Mac wants to play the game too.

He wants to earn the praise. He wants to be the one Murdoc can’t beat. He wants to hear Murdoc call him brilliant and infuriating, and he wants to hear him whisper mine like it’s a religion.

They are each other’s favorite puzzle, the dopamine and adrenaline hit, the feeling of flying and falling and being alive, and god help them if they let themselves fall into each other. Because there’s no coming back from that. Because from that moment they’ll belong to each other and nobody else.

They’re not just enemies to lovers, they don’t learn to see past the flaws, they like the flaws. Mac wants Murdoc reverent and unholy, and Murdoc wants Mac wrathful and bitter. It’s enemies and lovers. It’s I’m the only one allowed to kill you and I can’t do it anymore. It’s You’re the only one who understands me and I’m not sure if I want to kill you or kiss you.

It’s the savior and the person who never care about being saved.

It’s the villain and the prince that never wanted his throne.

And at its base level it’s Fuck Macgyver is hot when he’s ruining my life and God I want Murdoc to call me clever.

[replicantapologist]

maaaan found some unhinged macdoc in my drafts... good times

anyway, Murdoc's love language is torturing some random bad guys who were giving Mac a bad time, recording the whole thing, and sending it to Mac.

[loverwithalittledagger]

apparently, I do fanart now?

[weary-eerie]

part 7!! including mac/jack/murdoc crumbs because i love them sm👀

[dazedbelladonna]

Macmemes🧑🏼‍🔬💥

[beseeingyou]

macgyver and murdoc talk and act like they want to punch each other... with their lips.

[overwhelmedclown]

Hey so because yall liked the last one here's more unhinged stuff in my gallery

[cannibalisticcorpse]

when mac is pretending to be murdoc and he grabs the black wires to strangle the architect with.... how often do u think he fantasizes about murdoc doing that to him?

[saintsurvivors]

teeth which bite, wounds that never heal

Two fingers, broad and relentless, pin Mac’s tongue to the bottom of his mouth, Murdoc’s spit slick thumb biting into the underside of his chin, biting into the soft flesh there as he uses it to tilt Mac’s head back, his other hand clenching tight enough for pain at the back of his head. “You still haven’t begged, Angus.” Murdoc murmurs, dark eyes fixated on the open gash of Mac’s mouth, the way Mac tries to suck, teeth scraping at Murdoc’s knuckles. Mac gags again, shivering; Murdoc’s fingers end just before his gag reflex, lingering there and any movement Mac makes has him close to gagging, close to choking. He wonders if Murdoc would let him; gag and choke him on his fingers, his cock, any weapons the killer could get his hands on. This isn’t temporary insanity anymore, Mac thinks almost deliriously. This is active participation in not just his murder but his own seduction. No doubt Jack would call it assault, would call it - would call it rape, but Mac has given himself over to this man with nary a single thought otherwise. He’s placed himself in Murdoc’s hands and given Murdoc the knife in which to gut him, in which to fuck him with. He wonders if Murdoc would make him beg for that, then wonders what Murdoc would say if Mac said he didn’t need to be made to beg. For a moment - a single, delirious moment - Mac thinks Murdoc is going to let him beg, is going to take those fingers from his mouth so he can hear every word, every syllable that Mac makes. Instead, when Mac flicks tear-damp eyes down to that hand, Murdoc only smiles, wide enough that each individual tooth is on display, canines pressing against the width of it. “Oh?” Murdoc shakes Mac by his jaw, pressing the tips of his fingers further in until Mac gags softly, throat spasming and his eyes watering. Murdoc watches as each tear spills over with an almost ravenous appetite. “I’m not moving my hand, Angus, you’re going to have to beg with myself inside of you.” Drool drips down Mac’s chin. It’s humiliating. It’s degrading.