#mark s thoughts

[maximsdeadwife]

desperate to know how sub!mark s would react to reader breaking a uniform policy to get his attention and how badly he’d stumble over his words trying to reprimand reader and maybe it gets a little spicy?

Thank you so much for this ask because this actually turned into a very nice warm up for what I’m trying to write for him and has, I think, got me out of a bout of writers block!

I’ve put reader (gn) in Helly’s shoes for this imagine, it just worked best for this scenario as I was writing it. I intended this to be a few headcanons but ended up with a bit of dialogue and a little story unfolding into approx. 1k words, so it’s basic and my first time writing for him, but hopefully reads ok! I kept wanting to add in bits about Petey x Mark and things they might have got up to in the past because I’m shipping them like crazy, but I refrained this time. If anyone wants that in though… lmk 👀

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Emerging from the bathroom with as new a look as you could manage with what your outie dressed you in, you turn the heads of everyone in your department – all three of them. Mark S however, is the only one who’s heart skips. 

Despite already feeling a pull toward you, Mark S has never before experienced the thrilling sensation of seeing someone he finds attractive looking completely different in a new style, and the way it somehow makes them ten times hotter.

When Irv and Dylan turn to glare at Mark, waiting for him to take action, he knows he has to talk to you. It’s a breach, and he needs to know why you’re doing it and restore your outie’s clothes to their former state before you leave for the day. It’s his duty to take good care of you after all, and he wouldn’t want to see you get into any trouble for this. He needs to be the one to do it, rather than leave you to be picked up by Mr Graner should this cause any kind of stir.

He’s unable to look you in the eyes when he stutters out his request for you to accompany him. How will he make it down all those hallways to a spare room with you looking so sexy, alone together the whole time?

When he stands, a few papers drop from the binder he shakily pulled out (the one with the scripts to follow – hopefully there’ll be one about uniform policy), and he fumbles awkwardly at your feet as he tries to pick them up.

Irv and Dylan peer around the desk dividers. Dylan is in awe because he knows how into Mark you are even though you’ve tried to keep it hidden. Irv rolls his eyes, suspecting that Mark won’t be equipped to handle this, not with you enticing him anyway. Irv also suspects this was designed to tempt Mark, but he’ll bite his tongue. For now.

Mark keeps his eyes forward and strides ahead while you wish he would slow down just a little. Opening the door to the nearest office he finds, he squeezes his eyes shut as you pass through into the room, trying to remind himself that he’s a professional macrodata refiner and he can do this. Petey would have been able to do this. Petey would also have ribbed him for weeks if he knew he was so turned on by you simply showing up with a new look, but Petey isn’t here and no one needs to know.

Perching awkwardly at the edge of the nearest desk in the uncomfortably sparse room, Mark suddenly can’t remember how to sit. Or stand. Or what he usually does with his arms. This is new, too. Is he unwell? He clutches the binder close and smiles at you; a smile Irv might describe as ‘goo-goo eyed.’

‘What is it, Mark?’ you ask, and he lets out a breath, waiting for the tug of war in his mind to decide whether he’s looking through the binder or just going to come out with the truth. 

You step closer and he flinches, feeling his trousers tighten. Oh no, not now, not here- and with that, the binder is strategically placed over his crotch. 

‘Am I breaking the rules?’ you ask, close enough now for your knees to touch his. You see his pupils, even within those deliciously dark eyes, dilate. 

‘Y-you’re not supposed to- you can’t- your outie-’ he tried. And tried again. But with you so close he could feel the warmth of your breath on his cheek, it was harder by the second. He was growing harder by the second, too.

‘I promise, I’ll tidy myself back up before I leave today, make my outie proud. Is that what you needed to hear? Or did you need to follow procedure and do this by the book?’ You tug at the binder, the only barrier between you and him, and his breath hitches. You reach up to run your fingers through his thick dark hair and he drops it, papers scattering from within. His cheeks flush.

‘I don’t mind if you do, I just really wanted to see you like this. All out of breath and-’ you place a palm against his thigh - ‘is this ok?’ He nods so desperately you have to stifle a chuckle. ‘Out of breath and whimpering-’

‘I’m not whimper-ah!-’ he whines. He doesn’t want you to stop, wants you to keep touching him exactly like this but… maybe a little faster? Or harder? Maybe without the layer of fabric between him and your hand? He’s not sure what he likes, never having had the chance to explore it, but he knows he likes this feeling and wants to chase it.

‘You’re just how I imagined you’d be,’ you whisper against his ear, ‘I can’t concentrate on those goddamn numbers when you’re right at the other side of that divider.’ The hand in his hair moves to loosen his tie.

He can feel himself leaking, not sure if this is a good thing, but it must be because it still feels incredible, and without expecting to, he moans. It’s a gorgeous, loud, hungry moan that startles him and pleases you, and just as your lips ghost over his, he jumps back. Milchick is coming down the hallway. Mark smooths his hair into place and picks up what he can of the binder to place over his still tented – and now stained – trousers.

After an uncomfortable interaction, you’re both back in MDR; you dressed as your outie would want you to be, and Mark with an uncomfortable heat in his core. An itch left unscratched. A horribly awkward silence fills the vast space. Mark wonders if Irv and Dylan know, somehow. And why does that make him feel embarrassed that if they did know, he didn’t finish – or satisfy you?

You carefully slide your divider down, gaining a raised eyebrow from Irv, and flash Mark a knowing smile. He blushes. You pass him a note – Store room, 5.15? Mark nods, rushing off to the bathroom to hide what the thought of it did to him.

[allthemidnightmemories]

the essays i could write about mark and the repression of his grief and the way this episode feels like a thesis of that because of his reaction at the irv memorial and you could argue that denial is a core part of mark no matter how much of his memories you rip out and how he will never be whole unless he comes to terms with what’s happened to him

[moggettt]

I used to think it would take a monster to put someone in a place like that office. Especially if the person was himself. But we're not monsters, Mark. Not real ones.

[cloverdraws]

That one theory about Helly R.

Spoilers up to season 2 episode 3

[julesnichols]

[beccawise7]

Sundays...

Deep kisses, bite marks and only the sound of our sensual moans filling the air.

~beccawise7💜🖤

[binomech]

your honor:

[gyrmirr]

can i tell you that i'm empty?

[sketchupnfries]

Now that season 2 of Severance is back, my Severance obsession is back in FULL SWING haha

[whoreiorcats]

whatever. anyways

[maximsdeadwife]

begging for a mark s x reader fic with a dom reader PLEASE!! i just know mark whimpers and begs. I have no idea for a plot i just need this man carnally

Oh he does!! Loud too, and he’d be so embarrassed about it. And so needy but trying desperately to play it down, overwhelmed but begging for more.

Imagine how good he would feel when he allows himself to really give in. And the way a single make out would have him leaking and whining and completely hooked on you — and on how good you make him feel.

The right combination of touches and whispered words would have him spilling in his pants, face burning with embarrassment buried in the crook of your neck while he rides it out until you soothe him, tell him it’s ok to feel good.

Your fingers in his hair are almost hypnotising, bringing him back to you, and then there are the soft, tender kisses you’d share as a tear slips down his cheek.

TLDR Making a mess of him just to put him back together but it’s undeniable how fucked out he looks and it’s DELICIOUS

[sorrydetka]

ms casey saying “your outie likes two scoops of ice cream in one serving but they MUST be the same flavor” and mark rushing out of the restaurant after meeting helena to avoid his feelings for her. he goes to reghabi to get his chip flooded, and she’s eating ICE CREAM. his first memory is of him having sex with helly… much to think about

[moggettt]

You couldn't tell? That she wasn't me?

Original screenshot below the cut; this show COOKS in the cinematography department and I lost my mind at this framing

[lenorayoder]

here's hoping that helly r has been euridice all along and gemma is persephone. like i need gemma to be able to leave. and honestly at this point gemma's chances look better than helly's. i think ms. casey and all the other severed gemma personalities would happily die for gemma to live. but helena's not going down without a fight and mark is too busy looking back at gemma to help.

[soapboxtao]

Something about the way Devon immediately accepted innie Mark and listens to him is so interesting to me. Even though he knows literally nothing about her and they just "met," she still views him as her brother, just a different version of him.

[cupofwater6]

dylan's background compared to the other 3 is important, the rest don't have family members who heavily depend on their income and health insurance, nor do they seem to live check to check. this struggle relates to dylan's innie being incentive-driven and lumon cultivates this, dangling the prospect of getting to see his wife with the caveat that if he disobeys them it will be taken from him. this fear works better to control him than the other 3 since they don't come from this same background, innie dylan is the one with mountains of prizes for being a good cog in the machine in his desk, when you're severed you don't become a blank slate and he's clearly carried down this mindset down there, where to work for a company means you're doing good even if you don't know what the fuck the company is doing because the alternative is letting your family down and losing access to healthcare and the life you traded your autonomy for. hence his distaste at hearing that his outie struggles to stay employed, instantly blaming him and not the society that made it that way. and there's another layer added with the fact that dylan choosing to be severed, most likely for monetary reasons, makes it even harder for him to be employed by a non-lumon company. he has the most to lose out of the MDR floor, to me