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You ran, quick as a cat, into the music store, with barely a look over your shoulder. You were escaping from something, the boys could see that, with amusement. They shot each other curious glances, shrugged, then were ready to forget it -
When a man came running in, half of his mustache missing from his face, only a few sparse hairs on the left while the right was bushy, hanging low. And he looked absolutely furious. His skin - from the tip of his nose to the back of his ears - was so red with blood, it made the four boys start to salivate.
“You see someone come in here?” He shouted, getting the attention of everyone around. “Y/N, when I find you, it’s going to be more than your hair I’m cuttin’!”
People stared at him, including the boys in leather, as he went marching through the aisles of the store. He knocked over a rack, tapes sliding down onto the ground. Max, the owner of the store, attempted to be diplomatic.
Dwayne noticed that the man was getting closer to your hiding place.
He let out a low whistle and the other boys followed, including David, who looked bored and a little displeased at not being the one to be in charge at the moment, and they walked over towards you, standing in front of you, shielding you from view.
“Where you goin’, pops?” Marco asked, as the man stopped in front of them, unable to see you.
“You need a barber more than you need a tape-deck,” Paul snorted.
David and Dwayne didn’t say a word, just stared at the man. He raised his fingers to touch his mustache, probably out of habit, then the rage returned when he felt the sparsity.
“Don’t you dare come home, y/n,” He shouted, voice reverberating around the store as he backed towards the door, Max following him cautiously. “You’re not welcome anymore!”
“He’s gone,” David muttered, and Dwayne turned around, offering you a hand. You took it and stood up, a sheepish look on your face.
“Thanks.”
“That your work?” Paul asked, putting an arm around your shoulders. “If so - that’s so rad, it’s hysterical.”
You let out a small chuckle, that brought a small smile to even Dwayne’s face.
Lestat was carrying her - he was always carrying her. The girl was attached to him, the same way that vampires like them were attached to the taste of blood. It was in their veins, their very being, to be close to one another.
“Papa -” Your little darling said, as you trailed along a half step behind, smiling at the scene. “Will I marry a man like you one day, like how Mama married you?”
He let out a deep chuckle, a very pleased smile on his face.
“There is no other man like me, ma petite,” He said, kissing her cheeks, rosy with their fresh kill.
“Oh,” Your little darling frowned. “Can I marry you too then?”
“No, I don’t think your mother would like that,” Lestat said, looking over his shoulder at you, his expression playful. “But I will always be in your life, from now until the end of forever. Will that do?”
Your daughter looked petulant at the rejection, but eventually threw her arms around her father’s shoulders again. “I suppose,” She sighed, with a weariness that sounded beyond her years.
Imagine being the God of Desire, and Frank being able to keep up with you.
“God - darling-” You hummed, your fingers running through Frank’s short hair, pulling on it as pleasure overtook your body. You already finished twice, which was far from a record - but the fact that Frank was still going, not stopping for a break - was incredible.
He grunted in response. He didn’t like it loud. He didn’t like when you talked to him, distracted him from his task. He wasn’t the most vocal either.
That was alright. Actions spoke louder than words.
And his actions were speaking - not whispering, YELLING.
Your back arched as you took him deeper, pushing yourself, pushing him, to the very limit of human exertion.
This was long overdue, the tension - it had finally snapped.
He bit into your shoulder. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood but it lengthened out the pleasure, causing your toes to curl, your breath to hitch, one last time, as he spilled into you, a few more deep thrusts as if to make sure that it was in there.
You hummed contently and laid back on the bed, biting your lip and looking over at him.
“About time, huh?” You commented.
“I desire for you to be quiet,” He said, gruffly, making you giggle lightly and retaliate, biting into his shoulder.
Imagine being the God of Desire and Reed Richards trying to study your powers
Sue would not let the two of you be together in a room. Actually, she wouldn’t let you be in a room alone with Johnny either. Not even Ben. You had the feeling that she didn’t like you much, but that’s alright.
It wasn’t her you were trying to charm.
“Do you need me to take my clothes off?” You purred to the mustached scientist. “For exploratory science, of course. Maybe there’s something to my skin that gives off my pheromones.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Sue said from her perch near the door. You smirked over at her, amused by how jealous she was starting to grow. It was obvious. She wasn’t even attempting to hide it.
“No offence, Miss Storm,” You blinked towards her, fluttering your eyelashes. “But I was asking Reed, the scientist who asked me here, and not you.”
“Mrs,” Sue corrected you, causing a light laugh to come out.
“Of course, of course,” You said, and set on the task of unbuttoning your shirt, exposing the center of your chest. “Mrs Storm.”
Reed had remained silent through most of this, looking between you - his most interesting subject thus far - and his wife. “That’s not necessary,” He finally said with a sigh, knowing to choose his battles.
You pouted, but kept yourself unbuttoned. Wife - one. You? - well, you could play the long game.
This. Here and Now. With You. {NSFW Thor x GodofDesire!Reader}
Wordcount: 2693
Requested by: Anonymous
Summary: You find yourself with a strange craving that must be sated.
Warnings: Contains sexy-speak.
This was not a situation that you were usually in. Being among other gods - it was tedious work. It was a forum full of egos and you already had enough of one on your own, thank you very much. Not to mention the fact that you had a quarrel with Aphrodite since she was born, essentially. Her self-centeredness, her vanity, it was enough to make you angry. The two of you had been in competition since, and it was your first time seeing her in well over a century. You caught her eye and stuck your tongue out at her. She huffed, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and went back to flirting with some second-rate God. You had half a mind to steal him from her. But there are plenty of fish in the sea. Bigger, and more beautiful fish.
You felt a calling to leave, to get some fresh air, and so you stepped out under the heavens, wondering once more why you were here. Your opinion never carried much weight around here. They saw you as … well, nothing other than the embodiment of desire. And like it was simply nothing more than a party trick.
You went over to the balustrade, leaning over and looking out upon the skies. From atop ‘Mount Olympus’, as they called it still, you could see all of Greece, the people like ants. Most of them didn’t believe in you, or the others up here anymore.
There was only one that they believed in -
You felt a sharp pain in your back as the thought of Thor came to mind. Your eyebrows knitted together and you turned your head to see what had struck you, but merely saw a shimmering sort of effect. It was familiar, though you couldn’t quite concentrate on why. The pain began to abide, but another feeling started to rise up. You knew this one well. Desire.
Though it was something that you often spread onto others, almost like an infection as some had put it, you felt a healthy dose of it yourself at all times. You saw someone beautiful, you desired them, you had them. That was usually all that there was to it.
But right now, you weren’t seeing anyone. You were just thinking of them. A name, passing across your mind - Thor. The God that everyone believed in, thanks to his work on Earth. Saving the world from alien threats. He was worshipped, he was adored, he was missed every time that he went elsewhere, and the tabloids absolutely loved him. There was a juicy quiz in a teen magazine, which Avenger is your soulmate? Much to your amusement, you had gotten Thor. So maybe the thought of him hadn’t been too far from your mind as of late. But this heat that went through your body, how you felt feverish - that was not always an effect that came over you.
Normally your desire was confident. It showed itself in the way that your hips moved when they walked. How heads turned towards you, no matter where you went. But it didn’t feel that way now. It felt like something was trying to take you over. Electricity thrumming through your veins - uncontrolled. Your hand went to your chest at first, feeling the familiar flush of your skin, the quick beating of your heart.
It had to be Aphrodite.
The bitch was playing a trick on you.
But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, now that you thought about it. There was nothing wrong with desire. But you’d be damned if you let her pick who you would feel it over. Who you would use it on.
You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes once more, picturing HIM in your mind’s eye.
“Come to me, Thor.” Your voice came out like a siren’s song, dancing on the wind, travelling far to find its target. You had this feeling, this burning inside of your stomach, a knowing that he would come.
And he did. Landing before you with a stroke of lightning and the rumblings of thunder.
And oh, he landed. Full superhero landing, one knee crouched to the ground, the other bulging through the tight trousers that he was wearing. That calf alone that you wanted to run your hands over. Then up to the chest, the muscles being able to be seen through his clothing, the cape, the glorious hair.
“Desire,” He said, raising an eyebrow at you. And his face - those LIPS. Zeus, you wanted to lick those lips, nibble them. But you forced yourself to look into his eyes.
“Yes I do,” You purred. “And it’s strange, isn’t it? I influence desire. I don’t usually do it. Something is going on and I think it involves us both.”
He was looking a little hot under the collar now that he was here. A little pained, even. His hand went to his back as he stood up to his full height - towering over you. It didn’t make you feel small. It made you feel vulnerable in the most delicious way.
“Never did trust anyone here,” Thor admitted. “Especially not Zeus.”
“Brains and brawn. A dangerous combination,” You said, slinking closer to him. “I almost thought about not calling you over but - I know you enjoy a good quest. We can get .... down and dirty into the investigation of why someone would want us together. Why someone would use Eros’s little bow and even smaller arrows to bring us here-“
“You think his arrows are small?” Thor asked. It was a fair question - they were subtle but they were long, to make sure that they pierced through armor, through clothing, through skin, sometimes through bone. Depending on how deep he wanted to make the desire. Yes, there were different levels.
“Compared to your hammer?” You said, lifting a finger to stroke down the handle of the hammer that he was still holding. He flinched, but didn’t deny you the pleasure. “Everything is small, Thor.”
“Fair,” Thor muttered. “You might have put us both in danger, bringing me here.”
“True, but better you know about the danger than remain ignorant somewhere it can find you anyway,” You hummed, fingers playing at his fist now. “If someone is after us, the where isn’t important, is it? At least here - with the knowledge - we have some control. We have some leverage. We know what to ....” Your eyes roamed his body then went back up to his eyes. ”-Look for.”
He huffed slightly, looking around, and you couldn’t help yourself. You put your hand on his jaw, focused his attention back down to you.
“They’re not gonna be stupid, honey, and be out in the open. Maybe we can lure them out.”
“How?” He asked, his eyes - though a cold blue - felt warm as they met yours. Oh, he was sweating. Getting hot under the collar. You moved in closer to him. Kept your hand against the bristle of his blonde facial hair.
“Give them what they want,” You whispered, your tongue flicking out to just touch at your bottom lip. “Maybe they wanted a show, nothing more. Won’t know unless we try.” You cocked your hip slightly. “What’s the harm in that, hmm? Having a good time?”
He looked around suspiciously again, his eyes wandering before inevitably finding their way back to you.
“It’s not the worst idea,” He said. With a smirk, you nodded, and a few tugs of rope later, you were naked, your already barely-hanging-on clothing now pooling around your ankles. Lifting one of your legs, bending it at the knee, you leaned against Thor, as if you were in the middle of a dance. His cheeks grew pink - no - red - darker than the cape that was around his shoulders. He was trying not to ogle. Cute.
“Don’t you feel cumbersome in all of that gear?” You cooed. “All this armor must get pretty heavy. Then again, you do very clearly have the muscles to hold it all up. Still - let me relieve you, just a little.”
You pressed on the snaps that released the cape, which went billowing dramatically to the ground. It joined your own garments, and hopefully, his.
“There, step one,” You said, keeping your eyes on his as you now started to feel the grooves in his armor. The straps that kept it up. And one by one, with a very talented flick of the wrist, you managed to disarm him.
His hand tightened around the hammer, as if for comfort - but you knew better than that. It was frustration. Sexual frustration was building. You could see it in the way that his veins started popping in his arms.
“You don’t even have to put that down,” You assured. “Even if I can think of something I’d rather you hold…”
He broke then. It was a wonder it took him so long. Must be the God in him.
You could use a little God in you, hardy har har.
He dropped Mjolner onto the ground - it hitting your clothes so there was no way you were going to be able to get them back on unless he lifted it again. One hand went to your waist and the other to your neck as he pressed his lips hungrily to yours. Warm. Slightly wet. Oh, the man used his chapstick, that much was evident from the softness of his lips while everything else felt so hard.
You moaned into it, your hand trailing to his behind, now that there wasn’t a cape in the way. You squeezed at that ass, firm like an apple. A small groan, and then a huff, came out of the large man, his breath causing heat on your lips. He was so - hot.
And so were you.
The desire was strong.
It was burning.
It was unnatural.
“Just - one minute,” He breathed. “Then we’ll find out what’s going on-“
‘Lure them out,” You purred, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Give them a damn good show.”
He groaned into the kiss once more, and then his hands started to wander over your garments, trying to find an entrance in - and as soon as he did, he started fondling every bit of flesh he could possibly touch.
The time for words was over, as was the time for thinking logically. You gave in to the strong feelings of love and lust that muddled together like paints on a canvas, and you two created your own art. Over and over again, your body like clay beneath his hands, molding into what he found the most attractive.
That was one of your greatest strengths. You could simply become what was wanted in the moment, to not only influence desire but to become what they were thinking, what they were fantasizing. You became his ideal.
When he finally sheathed himself inside of you, you could feel the thunder, oh baby, you could feel the lightning. You were ready to ride it to Asgard and back. The way that you were both so worked up, it felt like you had been holding off on this for a very long time. It had been building up.
First, he pinned you up against one of the walls of the Golden Temple. Your leg cocked around his waist, spreading yourself, letting him in, kissing up his neck as if every drop of sweat was the sweetest nectar.
You could feel that he was holding back, this strong man, and you weren’t going to stand for that. No, you took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back so that you were forced into looking at one another. Eye to eye. Both darkened with the magic that was searing through your veins.
“Don’t be afraid of breaking me, Mighty Thor,” You said. “I can handle the thunder.”
That was all the invitation that he needed. You went from wall to wall, different positions, hardly aware of the fact that around you, the pillars were falling from the shaking of his thrusts.
Debris was falling. Dust from the ancient structure as it started to crumble. But were you aware? No. How could you be with this glorious God of a man rutting into you like a creature possessed. How could you when orgasm after orgasm tightly wound your insides and then set them free in bursts of sparkling light from your very skin. Your pleasure left evidence. He would be glittering gold by the end of this.
You lost count, he lost count. But only once your powerful bodies were exhausted did you attempt to catch your breath, and take in the damage.
The columns were completely smashed. It was a wonder the roof hadn’t caved in on your heads - but given Thor’s muscles, he’d probably just be able to catch it. It looked like it was holding on by a thread though. “I think we should skedaddle,” You breathed out.
“We should what?” Thor asked, his eyebrows furrowing. That’s when you saw the cloud of dust as the roof started to shift, and you didn’t have time to explain your slang. You went action mode, grabbing onto his biceps, and rolling him off of the raised stone floor onto the grass. There was a cracking sound, and within seconds, the roof was down on the ground where you had just lain.
“Zeus is going to be pissed,” You said. And then you started to laugh. A full belly laugh that seemed impossible to stop once you started. Thor, to his benefit, looked just as amused, and then joined you.
“He’s going to be very angry,” Thor agreed, climbing onto his feet. That’s when he realized something and quit laughing. “My clothes were in there.”
That made you laugh even harder, taking hold of his large hand to get back onto your own feet. You continued to hold his hand, just so that you wouldn’t fall back over. The laughter was escaping too hard.
“Oh, mine are too, but you don’t see me frowning. Not sure anything could get me down after what we just did. Nope, I’m going to be walking on clouds for the foreseeable future.” Then you paused in your laughter and looked down between your legs. “If I can even walk. Damn, you really are a God.”
He gave you a sheepish smirk, half proud, half guilty.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, loverboy. It’s the kind of ache that I die for.”
As you two walk away to try to find some sort of garment that you could cover yourself up with, you miss the cursing Hercules who now realized that not only did he have to tell Zeus that you both managed to get away, despite being heavily distracted, but the Golden Temple was now in ruins.
You managed to steal some togas from Hermes;, the slippery man didn’t need them anyway. You knew all about how he liked to fly from person to person. Clothing didn’t stay on long.
“We should head outta here before Zeus finds out about his temple,” You said, slipping on the one sleeve. You pulled at the back of the fabric, trying to make it tighter against your front, then gave up. “Why are togas so shapeless? Literally everyone has a God-bod!”
“Let’s go back to Earth, I can think of places we can hide there,” Thor said, his hands going around your waist to steer you away the populated area. People were already starting to head towards the temple, having heard the crash.
You sighed, and walked ahead of him, avoiding the eyes of everyone who walked past. You two probably looked guilty as sin.
“I could use a visit to Midgard,” You hummed. “Been a while since I’ve seen my boys. Do you know Frank? Grumpy, wears a lot of black, hot bod? You two will get along. Probably.”
Imagine being one of the Fantastic Four (Five) with ice powers, and accidentally wrecking the Baxter Building with Johnny while practicing your powers together.
“Just think about it,” You said to Johnny. “How sick would it be if we could work together, in tandem? Fire and ice? Maybe I could even freeze your flames, you ever think about that?”
Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. The truth was, you two did work well together, in the Fantastic Five. He was the fire, and you were the ice - he could fly like a comet and you could slide over your own self-formed ice like you were a speed-skater.
“Seems a little dangerous - guess I’m in.”
An hour later, alarm bells were ringing hell in your ears, echoing throughout the entire building - or rather, what was left of it, anyway. The windows on the top three floors were blown out by the explosion that the combination of your powers created - fire and ice shards everywhere.
Sue was pissed. Luckily, the nursery had escaped the damage, so little Franklin was safe, but Sue and Reed’s bedroom was up in flame, destroying a lot of her designer dresses.
“Whose idea was it?” Sue asked, rubbing her temples, like the mother that she was.
You and Johnny exchanged glances and you already knew what he was going to do - try and cover for you. So you stepped forward before he could open his mouth.
“Mine,” You said. “It was my idea to see if we could … I don’t know, combine fire and ice somehow. I didn’t expect it to be so … explosive.”
“Well, you made a bomb,” Reed said with a small chuckle.
“Reed!” Sue said, looking towards him. “Don’t sound like you’re impressed!”
But you and Johnny grinned over at each other, feeling like you just got some praise from dad, even if mom was pissed.
Imagine being the God of Desire, and getting caught by Heimdall attempting to sneak into Asgard.
So maybe you were a bit more curious than you should have been - but out of all the realms, Asgard sounded like the most fun. After all, any place that managed to build a hunky hunk like Thor was bound to have plenty of eyecandy.
Right?
What you hadn’t expected was the tall mug of hot chocolate that greeted you after you had managed to sneak through the bifrost.
“You are intruding,” The golden-eyed God said, peering down on you. You seem to have caught him slightly offguard - not wearing the helmet and armor that the stories often depicted him in. No - he seemed -
Relaxed.
“Well hello sailor,” You said, your eyes flitting over him, the leather, the dreadlocks, the luminescence in his skin. “I can think of something I’d like for you to intrude.”
He stared, unblinkingly at you. You let out a sigh.
“Heimdall, right? Thor mighta mentioned me once or twice. My name and my game are the same, and it goes by Desire.”
He finally seemed to show some recognition. But his facade was still so serious. Regardless - you could think of a couple of ways to get that stern look to break.
“Ahh, your intruding comment makes sense now,” He said.
You smirked up at him.
“I mean, I’m thinking you could do more of a.... full scale invasion?”
Imagine being the God of Desire and being distracted by Frank Castle working out.
You didn’t bother with knocking. If you walked in on something - well, all the better for you, wasn’t it? You knew that Frank hated it when you just waltzed in like this and yet - his door often remained surprisingly unlocked.Re
“Oh Frankie-boy,” You said, walking into the shitty apartment with a bag full of relaxation candles and massage oils -
Only to pause at the sight in front of you.
Shirtless Frank. Arms, chest and back out Frank. Pull-up Frank.
“What do you want, Des?” He grunted, his eyes focused more on his arms, like he was admiring his own veins as they stuck out from the exertion. The bag dropped from your hands, and you took a dew steps forward, catching the whiff of his sweat. Not entirely unpleasant.
“I forgot,” You said, shamelessly. “Those washboard abs washed away all the thoughts from my head.”
He scoffed but you could see the grin that he was hiding. The grin that sent a shiver of … well, desire, up your spine. You sauntered closer, leaving the fallen bag behind.
“Hey, think if I wrapped myself around your torso, you could still do that?” You asked, tracing a line down his abdomen, over the ripple of his bellybutton, down to the waistband of his pants. He grunted at you, sighed as if you were interrupting something important, then dropped down to the ground.
“If you came earlier, I’d be up for trying,” He said, eyeing you. “If I put on a shirt, will you remember what the fuck you came here for?”
You shook your head vehemently. “Nope. Unlikely. Better to just keep it off, Frankie.”
Imagine coming home after a rough day to your partner, Rossi.
As soon as you got home, you closed the door, turning the lock as you had done thousands of times before, and then rested your forehead against the cool wood. Taking a deep breath, you let out the last of the long, tough day that you had - only to find two steady hands latching onto your hips.
“Amore mio,” David’s smooth voice trailed through your ears, soothing a part of you that you didn’t realize was still holding onto the tension. You hadn’t been sure whether he’d be home - and you were relieved to find that he was. “What’s the matter?”
“Just a rough day,” You said, and you turned around to be in his arms. To look at his comforting face. He worked one of the hardest jobs in the world, and yet here he was, worried about you, when your job wasn’t nearly so gut-wrenching.
Gosh, you loved him.
“What I can do?” He asked, his hand moving towards your lower back, rubbing at it softly.
“This is enough,” You said, tucking your head into his shoulder and kissed his cheek, the softness of the shaved skin versus the bristles of his immaculately kept goatee. “More than enough.”
Imagine Kurt Kunkle realizing you're good for his stream.
“Aren’t I going to be bad for business?” You asked, buckling yourself into the front seat. You were used to the cameras that your boyfriend had set up around the car, they hardly bothered you anymore. Mostly because you knew that not many people were watching.
Maybe twenty on a good day.
“It’s Spree-pool,” Kurt said, turning on the music and getting himself hyped up for his shift. You sighed and brought down the sun visor, looking at yourself in the mirror. “They’ll just think you’re another passenger. Except for the fans of course, they know who you are, don’t you guys?”
There was a couple little blips of notifications of people saying hi to me by name. I smiled towards one of the cameras and gave a wave.
A comment popped up ‘I’d take Spree-pool if y/n was in the front seat ;)’
“Thanks, watcher,” You said, and applied a fresh coat of your lipgloss. “Guess I’ll believe it if it’s coming from one of Kurt’s fans. Y’all better stick around if you want to see something crazy, Kurt has quite the plan for tonight apparently.”
“The big plan,” Kurt grinned for the camera, driving out of his driveway to get onto the road, booting up the app that would get him rides. “You’re all going to want to see this.”
Awwww...somewhat wholesome Frank/Desire is actually kind of cute 😭
Desire: *rubbing Frank's shoulders* "Okay, take off your shirt and lay down. You're so wound tight."
Frank: "Trying to get me naked already?"
Desire: "Frank, the night you and I decide to get naked together I promise will be one to remember, but until then I mostly just want to you to be a little less tense I'm amazed you can walk."
Imagine being the God of Desire and convincing Frank Castle to relax and rest for a night.
“You want me to what?” Frank asked, incredulously.
You patted the seat beside you. Technically, it was Frank’s apartment. The shitty area, the couch that looked like it had been lifted from off the street after it’s third home. But you could make yourself comfortable anywhere. It was truly a gift.
“I want you to sit that delicious rear on this couch, stretch out those luscious legs, and have a beer with me,” You insisted.
“Fuck that,” Frank said, shaking his head. “Nah, I got shit I have to do. You know that. What are you wasting your time around here for-“
“Sit your ass down, Frank,” You said, a little sharper this time, your eyes on his. He was stubborn, this man, and he did hesitate for just a second. Like he was going to break the sway that you had over him. But eventually he folded, huffed, and then sat down on the couch. You tried not to look pleased.
“There, ya happy?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“Ecstatic, darling,” You said, lifting up your legs and delicately rested them on his lap. It seemed like a flirtatious move, and in a way it was, but it was also a way to keep him down.
He huffed again, and stared forward, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. And yet - there was a certain softness around the eyes when he looked over at you. As his hand came down to your ankle, rubbing it absent-mindedly.
You knew that you won when he reached for the remote and turned on the television. Some Steven Segal movie. All action. Not the news. You relaxed with him, using your powers to help him get the rest that his body so desired, but his mind refused to have.
You had it saved on your phone in advance. The picture that you had taken of yourself after you got out of the shower that morning, before getting fully dressed. The underwear that you were wearing was half on - hanging off of your hip, thumb pulling it down teasingly. You knew it was enough to make Ravi lose his mind.
Now you just had to wait for the perfect moment to send it.
Liv went off with Babineaux for a case, and you took the opportunity, shooting off the text innocently over to Ravi. He had a special text tone for you, the opening notes of the first song that you danced to, the sound of which alone made you nearly blush. He was too damn cute.
He hummed along with it, unlocked his phone - and then nearly dropped it into the scale where he was currently weighing the brain of a recent car-crash victim, before he’d put it away for Liv.
Luckily, it clattered down onto the floor instead - and managed not to break.
“That would have been on you,” He accused, his voice echoing through the nearly empty mortuary. But he looked upon you fondly. “Would have made you buy me a replacement phone for that.”
“How about I buy you some replacement underwear too?” You teased lightly, biting your tongue between your teeth as you saw his very real reaction to the picture you had sent.
