#markus smut

Summary: Day 24 of the Christmas Advent.

Pairing: Markus x F! Reader

WC: 381

Warnings: size kink, markus is hung, vaginal sex, mdni, lmk if I missed anything

Notes: last day before the finale… I can scarcely believe how fast this has flown by. Anyways, enjoy! Not proofread

Christmas Advent || 2024

I felt like writing a short lil Cruel! Markus drabble so here you go :))

Word count: 820 words

Warnings: a lil bit nsfw, pet play

The revolution was finally over. Androids had gained their freedom but at a great cost. Many good and innocent androids died before the president finally gave in, recognizing them as a living species. Markus insisted on being pacifistic despite the hostility that his people felt towards the humans. His choice to demonstrate peacefully brought death upon many of his people so Markus made a promise to himself to be more aggressive once their rights were ensured. He wouldn’t be so quick to trust humans.

President Warren met up with Markus and discussed the things he demanded during his broadcasted speech. Once the talk through was done, they agreed on the following terms:

Androids will be recognized as a living species.

The city of Detroit and the surrounding area will be designated for Androids.

Androids will be included in American politics, therefore they will be allowed to run for office.

Any crimes against androids will be punishable by law.

They had discussed several other potential changes but for the most part, everything Markus requested was fulfilled. When Markus and his colleagues finally returned from the briefing, the Android society celebrated a great victory. In the following weeks, a city-wide evacuation was put into place so that the androids could take control of their territory. After a mere three days, Detroit was almost completely vacant of humans.

Almost.

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On the final day of the evacuation, Markus stood in his new office, watching the traffic of humans leaving the city; his city. The Renaissance Center became Jericho’s headquarters in a way, like a town hall. Markus wanted a tall, intimidating building that would oversee his city so that people knew exactly where he was.

His quiet contemplation was disturbed when three quick knocks sounded on the door to his office. “What is it?” He called out, his tone short. “You need to come see this, Markus…” He could make out North’s voice from behind the door, she seemed excited about something. Markus exited his silent office with a soft sigh, following North to the largest meeting room, where his throne—a gift from his people after their freedom was publicly announced—sat. The room was filled with a cacophony of surprised and angry voices. As soon as Markus made his way through the crowd, he found what had his people so riled up.

(Y/N) (L/N), the detective famous for murdering deviants. The RK800 model was programmed to find deviants whereas Detective (L/N) chose to find and destroy deviants.

“We caught this… rat snooping around outside.” The androids around him began to shout out what they should do to punish the deviant hunter, ranging from imprisonment to death. The human, forced down on their knees, looked absolutely terrified. Markus was confused at the fire stirring in the pit of his stomach and how his pants suddenly felt much too tight. In that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with the human; something that would be beneficial to him.

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((NSFW))

After two months, Markus found that he quite enjoyed the punishment that he assigned to the human. The once-admired detective, who believed that androids should be forced to remain slaves, was forced to be his very own personal pet. Markus forced them to wear a collar, complete with a leash, so that he could easily control them. They were stripped down, vulnerable, for all to see. There were no limits to what Markus would do to the former detective. His favorite activity was having them down on their knees in front of him, his cock in their mouth as he sits on his throne. Considering only his most trusted council was in the building all of the time, he felt no shame having an audience when he felt like playing with his pet. Sometimes, whether or not he was in his office or on his throne, Markus would slowly slip his fingers into them. He liked to feel them wrapped around his fingers almost as much as he liked burying his cock into their heat. He liked to watch them squirm, desperately bucking their hips and begging him for release, only for him to pull his fingers out entirely; leaving them hot and bothered without any chance to cum.