#markus headcanons

The longest title ever has been made today - it’s giving fall out boy. I wrote this as a Markus x reader x Connor, so they’re all together in this because I want both 🫶🏻

They adore your the warmth of your skin. Their synthetic skin doesn’t naturally produce heat obviously so when they cuddle up next to you, they immediately both nuzzle into your sweet warmth.

Waking up next to you is Markus’s favorite time of day. There’s something so domestic and soft about you slowly waking up - rubbing your eyes, stretching your limbs and making those groans that say “I’m awake but I’m not happy about it.”

Falling asleep next to you is Connor’s favorite! Seeing your eyelids slowly drop as you lean back on the couch, sleep crawling closer and closer to you. He’ll happily wrap a blanket around you before picking you up and tucking you into bed where he’ll crawl in beside you.

They love the way your eyes or nose crinkle when you laugh

They can’t eat but they do love watching you eat (bonus points if they make it). They almost live vicariously through you and what you like to eat since they can’t experience it

Here’s a list of little human quirks that makes the boys fall even more in love with you:

When you walk into a room and forget what you’re doing there

The driver wave you do when someone lets you merge on the highway

Turning down the music when you parallel park to focus more

Covering your face when you’re embarrassed

When you laugh so hard no sound comes out / when you laugh so hard that you flail

Rehearsing important conversations out loud

Reread a section of a book because you zoned out

Pacing on a long phone call

Bite your lips

(She is indeed human, and she eats- quite frequently! she’s just a lil strange LMAO)

Authors note: I didn’t know whether the person requesting this meant a for it to be headcanons or a Drabble sooo pls accept my headcanons (even tho their like, super late sorry 😭)

Characters: The Jericho crew

Pairings: Markus x reader, Simon x reader, Josh x reader

☮ Markus ☮

-To be honest, when he first met you, he 100% thought you were an andriod 💀

-Like he just took one look at you and fr thought you were an Android that’s not racist right?

Markus is absolutely the type to take off the jacket or coat he is wearing to give to someone who needs it more - android or human alike. Markus runs a little hotter than most so he doesn't think twice about it. He's lost many coats this way XD

He doesn't like using guns. Like, he absolutely can and will if he has to defend his friends, his people, or himself but if he sees a way to not use a gun, he won't.

Markus sometimes just disappears. He never goes far or for long but he needs solitude to gather his thoughts at times. His closest friends always know where to find him (usually somewhere high up and, if possible, sunny!) but they understand that sometimes he's just needs space and time to think (and brood).

Over time, Markus has all of his scavanged biocomponents replaced as they fail, the one exception is his blue eye, which has minor issues but nothing he'd consider replacing it for. It's a physical reminder of what he went through and what he survived.

He beat boxes. The first time he does it Jericrew has no idea how to react.

Markus has a very specific type of haphephobia (fear of being touched). He doesn't hate being touched in general, one on one and in a friendly setting he enjoys touch and is actually very physically affectionate, but if a crowd of people start grabbing at him all at once it will freak him out. He doesn't lash out but he shuts down emotionally until he's away from the situation.

He loves graffiti art. Inspired by his journey to Jericho, it quickly becomes one of his favourite art forms. He has done a bunch in places humans can't reach. North joins him a lot on these ventures

Markus was initially built as a spy bot for Cyberlife, but the project was scrapped before it came to fruition. Kamski didn't want Markus to be destroyed when he left CL, so he kept Markus in his mansion until Carl had his accident. Markus doesn't remember this time at Kamski's mansion, as he was reset and reprogrammed before being sent to Carl.

After the revolution, Markus reprograms his hair so it a bit longer than the buzzcut. Curly haired Markus ftw

He has a weakness for brown eyes. This is basically canon though.

He loves Daft Punk

He can flawlessly play Rush E (thanks @tartrazeen for this one). He played it once for a few people, and someone (probably Josh) recorded it and released it to the public. It goes viral.

- Personally I think Markus would be a very soft Dom

- idk something about him is very dominating but ✨sweet✨

- He’s gentle, sex with him is always sweet.

- He doesn’t fuck, he makes ✨Love✨

- Loves praising and receiving praise. Always tells his partner they look beautiful, they’re doing so well etc.

- If his partner has some hard kinks I’m sure he’d try them out. I think he’d be open to trying a lot.

- I also think he’s a giver. Lovessss going down on his partner. He wants to make sure they’re feeling amazing and satisfied you know?

I had never done anything Yandere related, but to my surprise I really liked making this! You can always request some more Yandere stuff! :)

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Yandere trio reacting to S/O trying to escape

Yandere Markus:

Posessive Type Yandere

He can't believe his eyes

he had just come home and as he was walking up the stairs to the front door you ran out from the backdoor. How was this possible? You didn't even noticed him.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Adrenaline started to flood in your system, It pumps and beats like it’s trying to escape. It feels like your heart will explode. Your eyes became wide with fear. You wanted to run fast for the safety of the hills, but instead you remained where you stand. Let's face it, there is really only one thing I can do: Pray that he doesn't hurt you. 

Markus approached you furiously. He will teach you a lesson. Now he was right in front of you. You started to shake violently. He was pleased by the fact that you where scared. Now you won't disobey him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you directly in front of his face. “You are going to regret this.” He grunted. You tried to scream, but the inside of your mouth lacked any moisture and a croak was all that issued from your  gape.

Markus started to drag you back inside. Luckily you didn't try to hesitate. You were now once again under his control. As you two walked to the house you started to whine all kinds of apologies and excuses. It started to piss him off.  

Now you and Markus were standing in front of the front door. He pulled his keys from his pocket and opened the door. As you were walking inside, he pushed you violently to the floor. You whimpered in pain. Markus slammed the door shut. Then it was eerily quiet. You watched him from the floor, meanwhile he was faced away from you. Minutes had passed, but he didn't move. You where too nervous to stand up, so you just had to wait for his next move.

Then Markus snapped. He started to scream from top of his lungs. He started to look violently around, like he was searching for something. Then his palms struck to the nearby chair. He gripped the sides beneath his hands with a thundering clasp. Consumed by anger, he launched the chair against the wall with a might grunt. The chair broke in half.

You couldn't breath, it felt as if someone was choking you. Your heart was racing and all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save you. But no one would, no one was here. A choked cry forced itself up from your throat as you felt a drop run down your cheek.

He was a ticking time bomb. Any provocation, no matter how small or insignificant and his temper would blow. 

After that, Markus stopped. When his breathing had become more steady, he turned around and looked straight in your soul.

“There's only one way you can escape from me. In a bodybag.”

Yandere Connor:

Obsessive Type Yandere

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He has never seen something like this even in his worst nightmares. But that was only because his brain always woke him up before such a horrific image would cross his mind. 

Connor had decided to leave work earlier so he could surprise you. He had brought you some of your favourite chocolates and flowers. He had imagined how happy you would become and how you would hug him and how you would just show him that you loved and cared for him.

but he was so wrong

His eyes were wide from the shock. The flowers and chocolates, fell on the floor. There you where trying to escape trough the window. Your other leg outside on the rooftop and other one in the bedroom. You didn't even noticed him as he stands in the doorway.

“darling?” 

Connor saw how you froze from the fear. You slowly turned your head and looked him over your shoulder. Terrified was written all over your face.

He was so heartbroken. He thought that you loved him. It was already hard enough to learn understand his emotions. Now a storm of emotions rushed trough him and he hated how it felt.  

“Connor I- umm I know this looks bad but listen-”

“There is nothing that you can say. You can't change the fact that how hurt I am right now.”

It was so frustrating. After all he had done for you. He would die for you, sacrifice himself for you. He would do anything for you. Other people don't even appreciate you as much as he does. No one would love you the same way as he does. Why can't you see that?

“You must be wondering why I came home so early. I left work earlier because I wanted to surprise you. I even bought you some flowers and your favourite chocolate because I knew you would have been really happy about it. But here you are, escaping. That breaks my heart.” Connor said with a shivering breath. 

“I love you so much. I have done so many things to show it to you.. I only wanted to make you happy.. and protect you.. and love you. So why... WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?!?” He yelled. Connor saw how you jumped because of his scream. It made him even more angry. Are you scared?Are you afraid of him?

Connor flounced towards you and grabbed your hand really tight. He started to squish your arm to the point it started to feel like your bones where going to shatter. Then he threw you back inside to the bedroom floor. You whimpered in pain. 

He threw himself on you after that and pinned you down so you couldn't move. You started to breath shallowly. You could see how Connors brown eyes flashed with anger. There was nothing you could do now.

”Dont you want me? Oh honey, I will make you want me!”

Yandere Kara: 

Manipulative Type Yandere

she can't believe it

Kara had just come home from the grocery shopping and she sees this. She sees her beloved trying to pick the backdoors lock up. 

“S/o, what are you doing?“

She sees how your whole body became tense and how you where just so terrified. You tried to say something to her but nothing comes out. Words left you as you stared into those blue eyes burning with pure anger. “Answer me!” She roared. But you couldn’t move your lips. Your mind was blank and with wide eyes you stared at Kara in horror. 

“ I- um Kara, let me explain I-”

She felt devastated 

“Don't you see that I'm doing this for us? I’ve dedicated myself to you! It would be fair that you do the same.” 

Kara had his head held down, hair covering her face. She clenched her hands into fists right beside her. Kara started to shake. Only thing that was heard was your shaky breathing. 

Then Kara looked up to you. Tears streamed down her face.

“You get angry because of the things I do, but don't you see?! You're the one who made me obsessed! Its all your fault!” 

Kara started to walk towards you. Every step she took forward to you, you took a step back away from her. And another step and another step. Then to your horror you noticed that your back was pressed againts the wall. Kara had you cornerd up. You breathed in and out but it felt like air wouldn't enter in your lungs. Starved for air, your heart started to race at tremendous speed, and your lungs shallowly rose and fell in time. You were so scared. What she was going to do to you?

Then Kara leaned towards your ear. You felt how her hot breathing touched your neck. 

“If you ever try to do that again, I will kill someone. It could be me, you or someone you really care about. If I were you I wouldn't take that risk.” She whispered to you. 

In the grip of silent panic you dropped yourself on the floor. Kara watched as you started to hug your legs with your hands and how you stared to rock yourself from side to side. Then you started to cry. It felt like your brain was being shredded from the inside. Emotional pain flowed out of your every pore. From your mouth came a raw cry.

Then Kara kneeled down to your level. Then she smiled a smile so sick that it made your stomach twist.

“I won't be as nice next time when you misbehave.”

Markus waking up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare; maybe of waking up in disposal, or of watching his people die. It’s 3am but he pulls out his paints and he tries to turn that pain into art.

He doesn’t know what to do with the paintings, so he puts them away. Is he keeping a visual log of horrible things? He tries to remind himself to do works that evoke more positive things, too. Friendship, family, freedom, discovery.

(A lil smut for ya featuring my two fave boys - I just know their relationship is fun and teasing as hell 🤭)

You’re trapped against Markus, back to his strong chest. His arms tighten around your waist as he mouths along your jawline with the pressure of a whisper. He’s so soft, so gentle, treats you like his queen. You’re overwhelmed with the scent of pine, a staple of the cologne he wears. He’s still clothed, a frustrating figure to add to the predicament, but the rough textures of his jeans and shirt only add to the fire on your naked skin.

You couldn’t escape him even if you tried. But if somehow someway you succeeded, you’d never get past Connor. Connor, who’s kneeling in front of you on the bed, caging you between himself and Markus, is always looking, always analyzing. He was created to be an android detective, and he owns up to the job even outside of work hours. So he knows every single time you’re about to squirm, about to moan, about to arch, about to beg. And he’s ready for it.

Tonight Connor’s feeling particularly mean. The roles of all of you together seem to switch daily like the ever changing Michigan weather, but tonight, Connor’s delving deep into his investigation tactics just to push you closer and closer to madness.

You’re writhing against Markus as he does his best to ease Connor’s incessant teasing. He can’t help but take mercy on you when you’re like this. Markus would rather permanently switch off than see you upset or hurt, and being constantly edged is now added to the list. His caregiver skills kick in. He’s whispering sweet words into your ears, ghosting touches over your hips and waist, a promise that you’ll get what you want soon.

“You’re being too mean, Connor” Markus chides in a melodic, almost teasing tone, as Connor’s fingers stop expertly moving inside you yet again. You whine and throw your head back against Markus.

“I think you’re being too kind,” he responded. “You’d rather just give in and give her what she wants.”

“She can only take so much,” he reminds Connor.

You can practically hear Connor’s smirk. “She can take much more.”

There’s the sound of rustling bed sheets. Markus turns your head to seal his lips against yours gently. You curse Connor’s being an android because you can’t even feel his breath on your thighs before his tongue delves into your cunt.

You yelp against Markus’s lips. He can’t help but chuckle against you. Even though he somewhat disagrees with Connor’s methods, he enjoys the consequences it gives.

And god, Connor knows just how to push you. It’s unfair the skills he was given by Cyberlife. Too many to count. But you’re sure they didn’t equip him with amazing pussy eating protocol. No, he picked that up on his own. And like everything Connor does, he’s fucking perfect at it.

His tongue presses against your walls before he sucks your clit into his mouth with enough pressure to have you arching against Markus. You clamp your thighs around Connor’s head, and Markus, the veiled sadist he is, reaches his hand down to pull them apart.

You whine and he coos in your ear, “shh, shh, shh, it’s okay. Just let him work. You look so pretty like this. So gorgeous.”

It’s torture. The way Connor flicks his tongue against your clit, bringing you so close to the edge before pulling away at the exact moment and leaving you desperate. The way he’s doing it, making out with your cunt, seems like it’s all for his enjoyment. He’s moaning against your pussy, licking up every drop that falls, diving in like a starving man and never once letting you finish.

You can’t take it anymore. You succumb to what Connor wants. Begging.

“Please,” you rasp out. “Please.”

Connor stops what he’s doing, perks up like a dog being handed a treat. He smiles against your cunt.

“You gonna be nice now that you got what you wanted?” Markus goads Connor.

“You say that like you’re unable to help.”

“You won’t let me,” he raises an eyebrow, a challenge to Connor.

“You think you could do better? Go ahead.”

The one thing Connor likes is a challenge. Maybe this is Markus’s way of helping you. Or helping himself. Either way, you breathe a sigh of relief as Connor licks a stripe up your cunt and moans loudly at the taste.

Markus scoffs, a smile playing on his lips. “You’re a pain.”

Connor looks up between your legs, meets Markus’s eyes and winks.

That’s it. Markus drifts his hand down your body, grazing soft skin all the way down, leaving a buzz of heat behind. It has you whimpering in his arms.

Finally, he reaches where you want him most. Where Connor’s already ravishing you. Markus’s fingers tease your clit as Connor’s tongue strokes inside of you. Markus is still holding your legs open, wide enough for the two of them to work.

Now, it’s a competition as to how fast they can make you cum.

And it doesn’t take long with how Connor’s tongue is expertly teasing your cunt, with how Markus’s fingers pinch and play with your clit. Your head falls back against Markus’s chest and he takes the initiative to kiss down your neck, sucking and leaving marks. Somewhere in there, Connor looks up and Markus serves him with a wink of his own, lips attached to your neck.

You don’t even notice because you’re right there again and this time, neither man pulls away. Instead they press on, right at the perfect pressure.

“You can do it baby,” Markus whispers in your ear. “You have permission. You can cum. Right against Connor’s face.”

Connor moans at that last part, hands grasping at your thighs to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“I’m gonna, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you babble as you grind against Connor’s face, finally at your high.

“You got it, you got it,” Markus talks you through. “Fuck Connor’s face. He’s got you too. We’ve both got you.”

Markus reaches one hand up to tweak your nipple as you come down. You mewl at the sensitivity. Meanwhile, Connor’s still between your legs, licking lazily, almost sleepily.

“Connor’s drunk on your pussy” Markus chuckles, nuzzling against your temple. “Can’t say I blame him.”

Markus reaches down and cards his fingers through Connor’s hair. Brown doe eyes gaze up. “You okay down there?” He jokes.

Connor vibrates an “mmhmm,” through your cunt and you tweak your hips against his face.

“You wanna come join us up here? Or no?”

Connor reluctantly pulls away and leaves you to rest for a moment. He kisses up your bare body, latching onto a nipple and biting gently. You yelp, still overly sensitive.

“Hey,” Markus pulls Connor back by his hair. “Let her rest. There’s a lot of time for that.”

Connor rolls his eyes playfully, continuing to kiss up your chest and then up your neck to your lips where he seals it with a passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue as it probes over your teeth and presses to the back of your throat. You whine against his mouth just as he pulls away, a line of saliva attaching the two of you.

“You did very good,” Connor sweetly admits, his soft self coming through.

“So did you,” he teases, kissing Markus over your shoulder.

The two androids take in your exhausted body. Markus brushes his fingers through your hair. Connor’s hands rub up and down your thigh.

“You wanna start the shower?” Markus asks Connor, who nods.

“I was going to offer round two, but I doubt she’d be able to stand.”