if u accept specifications in requests may i request sum mtf!lord stingray x fem!reader hurt/comfort i NEED doomed yuri and none of the other lord stingray x readers are cutting it for me 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
•My first request 🥹
•I was attempting to write two stories where Stingray gets comforted and the reader gets comforted but I got distracted on the second story and they're both Stingray comfort 😔
•Ok warnings: I still can't write and this is very ooc or else it would be toxic doomed yuri ● this was also not reread because I'm scared, someone be my beta reader /hj ● I kinda mixed the same prompt at the end of both stories ● I hate both stories ● also I couldn't find yellow so Stingray is orange 😿
•Reader can be read as either a prisoner or staff
Toxic doomed yuri when
NEVER 😡
NOW 👹
Voting ended onJan 25
•Twins are next *biting nails*
Another failed scheme, she couldn't believe this. She had an army, allies– she had entire island fortress!
Walking with tense shoulders, each step turning more into a stomp, until she finally reached her cell.
Flopping onto the pathetic wooden panel called a bed, that unfamiliar thorny feeling in her throat growing stronger the more she truly processed how her life became once entering Superjail.
"Stingray?" When did she get here "Someone told me you seemed irritated..did you want to talk about it?" __ had gently walked into the cell, so much so that Stingray never heard her footsteps.
"__, my treasure! It's nothing important, just an attempt to get into that jailbot's systems. It would have worked if that guard hadn't seen me." She claims sitting up, wearing an unnatural smile (an attempt to get her lover off her back) as __ comes closer to sit on the bed with her
"Right welll how do you feel about this?" Curse her care
"It's just a temporary set back. In no time I'll get out of here and together we can rule a new army!"
Stingray was never one to talk about how she feels. Always seeing it as an admission of fragility, whether she was the one talking or not. __ knows this and had learned that there wasn't much she could do to get Stingray to truly talk, so she adapted. Instead of getting her girlfriend to speak up she asked what would help her instead
Stingray's smile steadily lowered as she started __ dead in the face. She didn't feel like making a provocative comment (thought she could have fairly easy).
"Alright. Is there anything I can do for this set back?"
Stingray forgets that __ truly cares about her, with her always assuming that one day she'll up and leave her. So she took the time to study her face looking for any tiny movement to see if __ would break out in laughter or disgust. Yet she saw none of that
In another attempt at making Superjail more "amusing" the Warden decided to host some bake off competition with the winner given freedom (though we all see what happens with the grand prix). But as per usual it all turned to hell when someone's tray of croissants turned into some brutes with an unnecessary amount of arms and eyes. Amongst those things slaughtering inmates someone had taken wires from multiple ovens causing a large fire to spread across the room.
You and Stingray had ran with a group towards the only exit in the room. You reached the doors when one of those things grabbed you and a few others.
You tried to call for help but the pressure from the monster's grab couldn't let you breathe properly
Turning back to let you leave first, Stingray saw you in the air, her mouth agape. She saw it squish and eat the other inmates first before turning it's eyes to you, still struggling to get an even breathing pace.
Swiftly however, Jailbot sliced it's head in half using a chainsaw in his system, it's hand loosening letting you fall to the ground. Stingray promptly runs to you picking you up and leaving.
Reaching her cell, she sits you up on the bed. Hearing you wheeze she attempts to help you breathe
"I know I know– you have to breathe on count" Gradually your breathing recovered, and that's when you notices how tense Stingray truly was.
Her hands shook, her entire body seemed stiff, and her eyes seemed to twitch ever so slightly– although you suppose it could be from what just happened. As she stared at you she began to chuckle. You assumed it was an attempt to light up the mood, so you made a lighthearted tease
"Giggling after my near death experience? I'll make sure to die completely next time so you can get a good laugh" Her chuckle turning into laughter turning into bawling
"Woah, hey wait I-I was just joking around" you conveyed, holding her face in your hands. She looked haunted "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you almost died, I would've just had to watch that vermin kill you!" Her brows furrowed before raising up in worry once more
"I was scared!" Her voice trembled
She quickly wrapped her arms around you, yet it was gentle, like she didn't want to hold you like that thing did.
You quickly hugged her back rubbing it in an attempt to soothe her. "Oh Stingray.. I promise I don't plan on dying anytime soon."
She held you tighter, a way to dismiss conversation "Just.. let me hold you"
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•I kept writing Stingray as Stringray
•Guys why is there no bullet list thing I'm manually putting it in
•I'm rewriting my Warden post I hate it
How I feel posting knowing I've only written factual essays and none of my teachers ever had a creative writing lesson:
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Mark S.’ indoctrination is total and environmental
He doesn’t have an “outside” to compare against anymore. He’s severed, living entirely within Lumon’s walls, his routines defined by the company down to how he breathes in a session. His selfhood is shaped to serve. The absence of surveillance in Helena’s sessions is probably the only “freedom” he has, but it’s a strange, paradoxical freedom because it exists only in service to her. He’s literally trusted with privacy for her sake, not his.
Helena’s indoctrination is generational and cultural
She’s an Eagan. She grew up marinating in Kier worship, corporate loyalty, and the unspoken hierarchy where everyone has their place and utility. For her, the idea of someone like Mark being a person is a foreign concept, not because she’s inherently cruel, but because her entire upbringing has reinforced the idea that utility defines humanity. Even her rebellion (if she has any) is framed against that backdrop. She can question the system without realizing she’s still using its logic to define individuals.
What makes this dynamic interesting is that Helena thinks she’s above Mark in terms of agency. She has a bedroom, she goes home, she moves between worlds. But the estate and her father's expectations are just another kind of controlled environment. She’s got the illusion of freedom, but she’s still being watched, still being groomed to fulfill a role. Her “perfect daughter” performance is its own script.
The packet becomes the bridge where they start to see each other’s cages —> not fully, not all at once, but in these sideways ways. She’s shocked at how invasive his job description is, he’s quietly confused that she’s shocked, because invasive is just normal. And as the sessions pile up, she’s forced to confront the fact that he means what he says in there, and that meaning isn’t for her benefit alone, but because he literally doesn’t have a self outside of giving it.
The irony is that her slow recognition of him as a person is also the beginning of her recognition of how non-free she is. And for him, the danger is that her recognition might be the first time he starts to believe he’s a person outside the role.
