Geneticist To Master (Moira x Reader)

Part 1; The Lab (1)

TW: needles.

"Get. Up." The stunning redhead woman barked, standing over me, pressing the sole of her shoe on my chest.

"S-sorry. You're punch was more powerful than I was expecting," I said with a smirk, intending to make the Irishman spark.

My breath hitched as I felt her heel press harder against my lungs.

"I would consider having you transferred to another doctor, perhaps one that will spare you from the repercussions of your sarcasm, but toying with you is far too much fun. Watching you suffer is my favourite part of the day," Doctor Moira O'Deorain said with such a bloodlust that I felt literal chills.

The doctor immediately noticed that my demeanor had changed and my cheeks flushed red, obviously.

"Fascinating. You really are an idiot, you know this, right?" She glared down at me again before pressing all of her weight on my chest and using me as a step to get closer to the table.

I slowly got up and dusted off my chest, and before I could react, Dr. O'Deorain had yanked me by the arms backwards, and latched me into the metal chair with restraints.

"This is tight," I wiggled my restrained hand around, "had a lot of practice?" I cheekily smirked at the doctor, who just gave me a cold eye roll.

She turned away from me and towards the table filled with various serums and liquids.

"You know Moira... People would like you much more if you were nicer. Trust me, I LOVE yandare personalities, but there's still a line that you shouldn't cross. That you have crossed," I said, trying again to get a spark from the woman.

"Stop talking, I can't be bothered to get the muzzle out today," she said sharply, focusing on what she was doing with the vials.

"Is that a command, master?" I said slyly, raising an eyebrow.

The doctor stayed silent and ignored my suggestive comment, before turning back to face me with a syringe in one hand and a vial filled with yellow liquid in the other.

"You'll feel a slight prick." She quickly sunk the needle into the inside of my elbox, which didn't overly hurt, but when the shimmering yellow liquid entered my body, my arm went numb. Limp, even.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Fine. I'd feel better if you were mine though," I said, feeling ever so slightly lightheaded.

She spun around and put the things back on the table, before reaching the other side of the lab, fumbling through a drawer, and returning with a clipboard in her arms.

"Now are you aware what I'm working on? What the shots I give you are intended for?"

I gave her a puzzled look, "well I originally thought it was to make me a better fighter, but now I'm not so sure. But please, tell me."

She stepped closer until our knees were touching.

"How does it feel when I am this close to you? Do you feel, perhaps, erotic?"

My cheeks flushed, "well, yeah, I guess."

She leaned over and brushed my hair back from my face, "and now? Do you feel yourself being turned on?"

I looked away from her glorious heterochromia eyes, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah."

She grabbed under my chin and forced me to meet her gaze. "Isn't this what you wanted? For me to call you mine?"

I couldn't focus, our faces were very close. I could feel her nose brush against mine and her hot breath scraping my cheek.

"Yes," I said, my voice getting softer and my head getting blurry.

"brj ayr yoil sirwn?" I heard her muffled Irish accent say as my vision started to fade.

"Wait, what's..." I tried to ask what happened before trailing off unintentionally.

That's the last thing I remember before everything going black. My pulse steadied for the first time in weeks. For the first time since I met that woman.