lowkey out if inspiration but i’m gonna try to motivate and write stuff for this account
i’m very very new to yumishipping in the typical fandom etiquette. truthfully i’ve been doing it without realizing it as a name since i was like 12. im not some strict yumishipper im just using the term to explain that i make oc’s (that are me) for characters in everything i like to date. it’s something fun to think about when you’re bored or falling asleep, right?
so this is a moira yumishipper account. but most of my posts will be moira x reader fics and headcanons (just heavily based on the concepts for my oc). i’ve always written x reader fics (i have an old sevika x reader account, shhh) i think they’re super fun. so i hope you like them
traveling internationally today and tomorrow but hopefully after the chaos settles, i’ll have something new posted :P sorry for the long pauses in between
moira x reader: kissing moira for the first time in her lab 🤭
warning for i guess stockholm syndrome..? nothing nsfw except any hinting at things
not beta read
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every time she kisses you, it’s like the first time.
when she wasn’t supposed to, when she overstepped the moment her colleagues left the room, too tempted after months of closeness.
they were excruciating months of her poking and prodding you. she would press the stethoscope to your bare back and listen to your heartbeat pick up, lips mere centimeters from you ear when she’s whisper for you to “breathe in” with a velvet softness to her voice. and then, with the same tone, while you’re thick with air and fuzzy with her warm breath on the back of her neck, she’ll mutter “now out” and hum “good” as you do so.
months of her dragging you from test to test, grinning like a cheshire from ear to ear at how much you please her. you are her perfect creation. after trials with older, more flawed specimens, she’s cracked the code with you—and it’s because it’s you. she knows it, and she shows it through how proud she looks when you outperform all of her projections in ways.
she likes to press on the sore spots of your skin, listening to you squirm as she risks and writes things down in her notebook. the drugs and serums make your muscles and bones ache beyond belief, so she’ll help you rub in numbing ointment and shush you when you whine.
days, weeks, and months of this calculated closeness. like a sheet hiding a patient and their bed from the rest of a hospital, she only presses through the fabric to touch you through it. you can watch the curling of her fingers through the ivory webbing; the ringlets rattle against the rod that hold the curtain up.
it all falls to the ground in a road, ringlets snapping, cloth tearing on this sudden, random day. perhaps it was the colleague who got too close to pick at your scabs or the stress she’s been holding from Vendetta’s deadline for a new drug.
her face tucks into yours like you’re familiar. you are. her heavy sigh through her nose releases all of the tension in her shoulders as she kisses you softer than you’d expect. she swept in fast the moment the door shut behind her colleagues, grabbing you by your shoulders—the quickest part of you she could reach to pull you close. she’s almost shy, like the way she hides into your face and lips is as if she’s hesitant to put her affections in control.
but she’s familiar. all this time together in a large lab but close in contact. your room is the closest to her office, your documents are kept in the top drawer of her desk, she drinks her coffee at the table by your door, and more such habits that have inevitably drawn you closer. you’ve known her scent for ages, and how she’s precise and exact with how she moves. all of it makes the kiss so much more intimate, knowing she’s exactly how you know her to be, only closer, only tasting your lips, slipping her tongue past them, and teasing your pout with her teeth.
sorry ending short again i have no inspiration
also i love this gif i will be using it every time
not fully nsfw (but very freaky) moira headcanons… (more to come)
pov: you’re her experiment that she has an unprofessional attachment to… (trigger warning basically like whatever you’d assume to be with kidnapping and being experimented on)
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these are freaked out by the way. more fluffy stuff coming soon. i just am really freaked rn.
moira who spoon feeds you, her experiment, because you’re too weak from all the testing to feed yourself. you’re lying back in the doctor’s chair, head slightly lulled to the side, just awake and alive enough to have some strength in your neck, and she makes sure you swallow each bite and keep it down. she does it with more care than she should, scraping the bowl and helping your hands clasp around the cool glass of water she’s poured for you. the lab is dark and quiet except for the small light on the cart nearby and her muttering small things about what she’ll do to you tomorrow, how successful you are, and how promising you’ll be for her discoveries.
moira who sits with you in your cell, brushing your hair since there’s a meeting tomorrow with vendetta to present you and the promise you bring to talon’s future. your arms are too heavy and throbbing with the serums she injects into them. they’ll be perfect by tomorrow, she assures you, but for now she combs your hair before bed. you must be perfect for her to show off. her muttering and long, exact fingers lull your brain to a mild calm. a fuzziness in the back of your head that makes your eyes close and a smile spread across your face like you’re drunk. this isn’t a happy place, you should not be happy. but moira has chosen to be nice, and she can be so nice. she’s more kind than cruel with her words, always in a compliment to herself, but the praise rubs off on you—a perfect experiment, a beautiful result.
she’ll place a kiss on your temple before she goes. you’re half asleep, slumped down and then curled up in bed as the lingering feeling of her lips by your hairline tingles as she moves away. she’s always nearly silent when she moves, like a brush in the wind when leaving your bolted room, just one door away from the lab. every night you wonder when she’ll stay instead. when she finally does, you’re fully asleep. you’ll never know she’s doing it until you wake up the next morning with a familiar scent on your pillow. ..
(ok this got worse im sorry) (i ran out of energy)
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ok that’s all i have right now but i will give out more soon
꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ May I Have This Dance? As Moira’s controversialy young girlfriend it’s your job to be a menace and seduce her even in the most inconvenient situations. In this case it just happened to be at a networking gala, and you just happened to distract her while she was talking to someone she could care less about. When you finally meet up she asks an important question.
ෆ Contains: Age gap relationship, public bathroom sex, fingering r!receiving (Moira is a stone top), petnames
ෆ Notes: FIRST MOIRA FIC IN A WHILE EEEE !! I hope my Moira lovers from my last blog enjoy this because I know I sure do 🎀 I love her so much and I wish more people would write for her D:
ෆ Listening to: The Party & The After Party - The Weeknd
Dark red lips nursed a glass of equally dark red wine as your eyes darted from person to person in the grand gala hall that Moira had dragged you to. She muttered something about networking and how it would be good for Talon for her to attend, of course begrudgingly. She would have rather been doing anything else than having fake intellectual conversations with people she couldn’t give two shits about. The older woman preferred to keep to herself most of the time, you were her exception though. A pretty, young, sweet thing she was just drawn to. You were like a shiny new toy she couldn’t resist. She was about 15 years your senior, but that didn’t stop either of you when you had begun working for Talon.
Your gaze landed on hers and you tested your luck with a slight wave of your fingers in her direction before taking another sip of wine.A droplet dribbled down the side of your lips, but before it could get too far you swiped up the red liquid into your mouth. You sucked your finger with a quiet pop before looking away from the older woman. Moira couldn’t believe the nerve you had, well she could, she came home to it every day, but she would have thought you’d have a little more decorum in public.
꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐
Whispers of the geneticist luring the new sweet young recruit into her spindly grasp spread through Talon like a wildfire. Much to her dismay, Sombra had jokingly called her a cradle robber. Needless to say that day Sombra learned to not joke about Moira’s preferences.
If only everyone knew what a minx you were. Sneaking into Moira’s lab deep into the night, distracting her with your close proximity, your soft touch on her arm whenever you would lean closer to see what she was doing. Your bubbly laughter that slipped out whenever Moira said something she didn’t even think was that funny. All your mannerisms had driven her absolutely mad, and it felt like all she could think of was you. You were like a vanilla-scented cloud that fogged her mind whenever she tried to get anything done.
Eventually she broke first. Sweeping you up in a heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing together as she caged you in against her desk. Since then it was sort of an open secret that you two were dating even though it was never acknowledged in ways other than whispers that spread through the halls.
꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐
Moira’s attention was dragged back to the grating voice that droned on about nothing she was interested in. A tight smile played on her lips as she nodded her head in faux interest. Whatever this man had been saying went in one ear and out the other. Her body inched further away from him with every word, hoping he would take the hint and wrap up his little speech. Of course it was only wishful thinking on her part, how silly of her to believe any man would have the common sense to see when conversation was dragging. Once she caught a pause in his words she took the chance to announce her departure, claiming she was needed elsewhere.
She made herself scarce and slipped away with another tense smile before setting her sights on you again. Under the dim lighting you were illuminated by the candle centered on the table. You were alone, bored with the event already and Moira could tell. And when you were bored, you were mischievous.
You pat the seat next to you, a plan already swirling in your mind. Maybe it was your slightly intoxicated thoughts taking charge, but you crept your hand onto her knee, stroking the soft material of her suit.
“Hi, Doctor.” Her title rolled off your tongue sweetly.
“My little dove.”
Her brow raised slightly at the soft pressure on her knee. Your wandering hands moved up her thigh and Moira caught on to what you were trying. Her hand stopped yours with precision, giving it a firm squeeze, and giving you a stern look as if to say “What do you think you’re doing?”
You feigned defeat and folded your hands on top of each other on the silky table cloth.
“How has your ‘networking’ been?” Your fingers raised up doing little air quotes with a roll of your eyes, before tilting your head back, drinking up the last bit of your wine.
“You know I despise these events… It’s just an excuse for the inflation of egos and small talk disguised as philosophical findings.”
Her brows furrowed and the little crease in between them deepened as she dished out her venomous complaints about everyone she had talked to that night. In her little rant, she had grabbed her silken purple tie and loosened it ever so slightly, undoing the top button of her collared shirt as well. A sliver of ivory skin peeked out from where the button was popped open, and your eyes had found themselves drifting down as she spoke. You watched as the muscles in her neck contracted, the way her hand rested on her chin, and finally the way she had stopped talking. She had noticed your attention was clearly elsewhere, and decided to see how long it took you to notice.
“Darling, I see you’re present again?” Thin brows raised as her heterochromatic eyes searched yours in amusement.
Your lips curled into a mischievous smile, there wasn’t a shameful bone in your body.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t be so scandalous, unbuttoning your shirt in front of a lady might give her the wrong impression.”
The older woman almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Your insatiable desire for her never ceased to baffle her. Even the most mundane things made you want to jump on her— she had learned that the hard way.
“Are you such a pest that even a singular button is getting you hot and bothered?” She leaned in closer to you ever so slightly.
“If I said yes, what would you do about it?”
Taking you to the restroom and fucking you in one of the stalls was definitely what Moira wanted to do, but where was the fun in instant gratification? Moira was a woman of science and experiments after all. She wanted to touch you and prod you and make you want her so bad you couldn’t bear it anymore. So instead, she extended her hand out to you wordlessly, and took you to the center of the room. The sound of your heels clicked away on the glassy floors of the gala hall, and you almost stumbled, but Moira kept a firm grasp on your arm to hold you up. Couples had begun to pair up ready to dance the rest of the night away, a gathering like this called for it after all.
Never one for dances, you rolled your eyes at the extended hand coming your way. She had bowed to you, waiting for you to take her hand once more.
“May I have this dance?”
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth briefly before nodding your head, “Only if you take the lead.”
Your chest collided with hers as she pulled your body closer to hers. One hand intertwined with yours, and the other rested firmly on your lower back, almost dipping a little too low, but everyone was too wrapped up in their own conversations to care. Your free arm slung around her shoulder, keeping you impossibly close to her. Her thumb rubbed small circles on your lower back as a persistent reminder of her hands on you. If only she was exploring you further, but you knew you’d have to be good and wait for that.
As you swayed to the soft, melodic music you caught Moira’s gaze, giving her a sweet smile. Thoughts of seducing her had temporarily flew out of your mind when you saw how much adoration her eyes gave you. Breaking the eye contact you rested your head on her shoulder gently, your eyes fluttering shut as she led the dance. Her scent permeated your every sense and you felt yourself getting lost in those dark amber notes that she loved so dearly. Moments later your red lips had left their mark upon your lover's neck after a chaste kiss. A fleeting kiss had turned into little nips, on her neck as Moira warned you to behave. The way she had whispered your name in a hushed tone was enough to make you stop for just a moment. Your lips resumed their spot on her neck after a second of contemplation, you would gladly take a punishment from her later if it meant you were riling her up.
“Don’t you want me like I want you?”
Your words were accented by each little kiss and swipe of your tongue onto her neck. She found her grip on your body was growing firmer and more tense as your love bites littered her neck. It wasn’t very noticeable, but she had begun to lose her rhythm with every nip on her neck. You could tell she was trying her hardest to remain unfazed, but as soon as the song came to an end and everyone was too busy resuming their chatting with one another, Moira had whisked you away with her to the restroom.
Both of you held your composure until the bathroom door clicked shut. After, it was all stumbling movements as she pulled you into the furthest stall. She could barely keep her hands off of you as she locked the door and slammed you against it. With one hand she gripped your chin and angled it up to look at her, and with the other she wrapped it around your waist to rest on your lower back. You wanted to feel impossibly close to her so you snuck your arms around her neck to pull her even closer.
Your lips collided together with a certain hunger that had been brewing in Moira the whole night. As much as she wanted to deny it, you had an intense effect on her. You whined against her lips and she consumed every little sound you made until all that could be heard was the sounds of your lips moving together.
She had you right where she wanted you so the hand that had a firm grip on your chin trailed down to the slit of your dress, exposing your thigh. Her thumb caressed the soft, supple skin for a moment before toying with the lace of your panties. Your hips jolted forward into her touch, you were practically overflowing with desire for her.
The older woman smirked into the kiss before parting ways, both of you huffing to catch your lost breath.
“The state of you after just a few kisses… How interesting.” Her lithe fingers finally dipped into your ruined panties, swiping over your arousal before settling into a slow rhythm over your clit.
A string of quiet curses fall from your lips as you lean to rest your head on her chest. Lashes flutter as your eyes squeeze shut, just taking the other woman’s ministrations. Whatever she decides to give you, you would take, take, and take until you couldn’t anymore.
“It’s almost pathetic how easily you fall apart for me.” It was true, all it took were a few kisses and her lazy strokes on your sensitive bud and you were already feeling bliss. Even her degradation was turning you on, your little whimpers confirmed that for her.
You were cute like this, but Moira wanted to see just how far gone you were for her. She retracted her soiled fingers, watching as a string of your arousal connected her fingers together, just glistening under the dim bathroom lighting. She turned you around, bending you over ever so slightly before returning her fingers into your soaked pussy. She didn’t give you a single moment to adjust before sinking two lengthy digits into you knuckles deep. Her pace was slow, but her strokes were deep, reaching that velvety part of you that made your knees buckle.
Your back was pressed against hers as she held you up against the stall door, fucking her fingers into you.
“Moira—“ Her name came out louder than you wanted it to, as a filthy cry of pleasure that had been begging to be released. She cut you off before you could get any more whines out.
She shushed you softly, “I know my little dove, I know, but we don’t want to get caught do we?”
You shook your head whimpering a soft no.
“Good girl. Keep taking me just like this. It’s like you were made for me.”
She had taken it upon herself to slip another finger in, and your greedy pussy sucked it in with almost no resistance. It was downright lewd how wet you were and the noises coming from the stall. If anyone had walked in, they would know exactly what was happening . Thankfully the sound of melodic music from outside the bathroom drowned out any noises you were making.
Her hot breath fanned over your neck as her body eclipsed yours and filthy words were whispered into your ear. The sleaziness of it all was getting you closer to release. You had to cover your own mouth as moans tumbled from your lips and your legs shook with the intensity of your orgasm. Moira held you up against the stall door as you caught your breath before slowly guiding you to stand up straight. She slowly slipped her soaked fingers from you as to not overstimulate you before haphazardly wiping them down with a couple sheets of toilet paper. You immediately collapsed into her chest again once she turned you around and you almost begged her to take you home right then and there. You were absolutely spent, you didn’t think you could even face any of the other guests that night.
thinking of togachako.. plz if anyone has cute oneshot ideas they’ve been wanting to see written, lmk and maybe i’ll fuck around instead of studying for my finals
