#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ loveletters — rishima singhania 928b ꒱

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓◞ ₊˚

. ˚◞꒰ verse 781 rishima ꒱ scientist  x reader, genius x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

𖹭. she's always getting up so early for work. you decide to give her some convincing to stay /somewhat smutty

the morning sun peeping through the blinds is perfect on her pale skin. you cannot help but trail a few kisses along her shoulder. worshiping her as she deserves.

the woman only legs out a small huff. a fond one. you have come to learn of all her mannerisms. as emotionless as she may be.

"not sure, have to make it worth my while."

oh rishima. your stubborn, workaholic rishima. alas, you were always a sucker for a good challenge.

so beneath her nightgown your fingers trail. pressing closer to her body that lays in bed. until your chest flushes her back.

your warm hands cup her breasts. tender. flicking rough thumbs along her soft nipples. smiling into her shoulders as you hear the hitch in her breath. feel the perking of her supple flesh.

"yeah?"

your voice finds her ear. you can see her nipping into her lip. leaning into your hands.

"am I convincing enough?"

"doll,"

she breathes out. a gasp of your name when one of your hands slips down instead. nestling between her legs. flushing your palm right up against her heat.

"how about now?"

"fine," she rasps. her dark hair fluffed around her face as she tilts her head back into your shoulder. biting on her lip to restrain her whine.

"you've got. . . five minutes,"

and when your hands started moving, one could imagine five minutes was far from enough for her.

[valentine-cafe]

"Oh! Professor Singhania! I think I'm in need for some help. You see I'm the Spiderseal (Spiderman but selkie) and I... well... lost my skin. I put it down somewhere and it disappeared... Couldn't we say it in the radio if anybody saw it? Like in the mall."

*cute blinking*

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 928b rishima singhania 928b

˗ˏˋ꒰🍰꒱ scientist x reader, symbiote x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

the clicking of heels halts altogether when your voice meets her ears and the woman glances over her shoulder. ever the hung, dull eyes and the pretty red lips pulled into their straight line — she stares at you for a moment or two. magenta eyes swiping you from head to toe.

“yes, I am aware of who you are.” turning fully, her lab coat flutters in the wind and her little black dress is revealed in the parting. “I did register you upon your first recruitment, after all.”

a brow arches and rishima’s eyes narrow in the slightest at your explanation. “a. . . mall?” she questions, voice lowering. with a swipe of her hand, a holographic screen of red and orange appears before her fingertips and she types away. “if I recall correctly, your last mission should have been somewhere around 9948e. what were you doing in a mall?”

she’s about to continue her scolding before she lets out a hushed sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“. . . yes, alright. I’ll send in a request.” she makes a motion with her head for you to follow. “come along then kid. follow me.”

whether you saw it or not, it seems you’ve gotten on her soft spot. ever the mother of the society.

//I love this so much please aahhhh