OMG you accept Yandere requests! How about some Yandere!Moira kidnapping a woman she deems genetically perfect. NSFW Possibly?
this request is so damn good oh my god,,, also be ready for a moira spam bc i have like ten asks ab her lmao. didn’t end up making this nsfw, but dw! so much moira sin will be posted soon ;)
*side note: i really appreciate all of the nice comments you guys have been leaving on my posts!! i wish i could respond to them, but this is a side blog so all responses would be coming from my main ://
Yandere Moira kidnapping a ‘genetically perfect’ woman
- Moira gets what she wants. There’s no question about it. Whether it’s an illegal substance she needs for experimentation or a new test subject, it’ll soon be in her possession. So, when she decides that you are utterly flawless, you’d better kiss goodbye to your old life. Friends, family, job, house - everything. Why would she let a creation so perfect roam freely in a world so dangerous? That would be astoundingly stupid.
- She halts all of her research and pours her undivided attention into getting her hands on you. The scientist meticulously plans your abduction -drawing excruciatingly detailed maps of your house and learning every little thing about everyone and everything close to you. After getting final preparations in order for your capture, she realizes that she knows little to nothing about YOU; sure, she could recite your genetic coding and cellular structure as if it were tattooed onto her forehead, but didn’t know anything about your emotions.
- She scorns herself for this. In an effort to repair her mistakes, she spends a sleepless night getting to know you. She bribes Sombra into hacking all of your personal information and is disgusted by what she reads in your messages. It would seem that you were getting very close with another female. Moira isn’t jealous - well, she is slightly, but what is really disturbing her is how much BETTER you are in comparison to the woman you’re flirting with. “How pathetic.” Moira growls with a feral grin, accessing all of the other woman’s medical data and scoffing at how sub-par her genetics are when displayed next to yours. Why would a flawless being like you be interested in such scum?
- You wake up the next morning in a room that’s not your own. Chained to a cold metal bench, and stripped of all clothing. The strong scent of chemicals and sterile air makes your head spin, as does the obnoxiously bright light shining into your tired eyes. In panic, you try to tug on the restrictions, but find absolutely no success. You’re arms and legs are completely dead. All you can do is make a sound; a very quiet groan that no ordinary ear would’ve been able to hear. “Hush, my dear, no need to worry.” Moira smirks, Irish accent growing husky as a result of sleep deprivation. “Let me run some tests, then I’ll get you put up in a room more fitting for a person as perfect as you.”
- You can’t move your head enough to catch a glimpse of your abductor, but that’s probably for the best. The manic grin on her face would only frighten you more. The scientist suppresses a chuckle as she grabs a freshly sharpened scalpel, and the sound of her heels eagerly clicking against the floor terrifies you. “Don’t worry. I’m only going to be taking a small sample.” Moira informs you, pressing the blade to your stomach and drawing a drop of blood. Not that you could feel it - she’s been kind enough to numb you for this process.
- “Mmm, pure perfection.” The scientist practically moans, running your blood through on of her many machines and analyzing the results. Sauntering back over to you, she jabs a needle into your neck, and you wince at the idea of her putting anything into your veins. Almost instantly, you feel your eyelids growing unbearably heavy, and though you try to fight it, you feel yourself losing consciousness. “Don’t resist it. Relax, a stór, I’ll be looking after you from now on.”