ᴅʀ. ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟᴇʀ.

i would appreciate it, if you did . .

there doesn’t seem to be a cure.

have you been eating well . . ?

( mumbling into his mouth, grey eyes half lidded, eyebrows furrowed just enough to form a soft crease as he eases into ace’s warmth. )

( knowing the other, he probably had been eating anything with legs and a heartbeat, barbecued to perfection. hence the concern. )

( blinking a couple of times to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating before tattooed hands frame freckled cheeks, and he leans in to kiss him. )

( lingering and wanton, he pulls back rather slowly. )

can you do that more often? i’m starting to like your unexpected appearances.

( starstruck, and dazed. just as he’s about to return the kiss, ace pulls away. a little ‘oof’ leaves him at the shoulder slap. )

hi . . ??

I MAKE MY OWN FATE.

no sense of urgency to pull away. mumbling quietly into his mouth. )

is it weird that you’re on my mind all the damn time . . ?

( grey eyes gloss over his features, lingering over the way his teeth caught his bottom lip. a soft hum leaving him, eyelids growing heavy at the warmth his hands were sharing. )

you didn’t answer my question from earlier . .

( closing in the gap between their lips, he kisses ace gently,

➷

( rolling his eyes, he keeps silent on his way to his room, setting ace down on his bed before crowding him against the mattress, arms on either side of him, caging him in. )

( looking at him with an almost obsessive stare, the blush across his freckled face was . . )

cute.

you asked for it . .

( practically hauling ace over his shoulder and making his way to his room, grey eyes shooting daggers at any onlookers. )

pay up then . .

( blinking at him, warmth creeping up his neck slowly. he didn’t think it would work— it was an awful attempt at flirting. )

no we can not . . come along then . .

taking up space . . not paying rent.

( as long as he doesn’t bring up bread, the surgeon won’t be utterly disgusted. throwing up his hands up, somewhat defensively. )

okay, okay i won’t . . ?

there is a child who cowers inside me, and hopes that a god will eventually find me.

@portadinfierno.bsky.social

perhaps.

( definitely not a grossed out. )

you were pissing me off, what else was i supposed to do?!

i believe porcupine tastes like pig— according to my polar bear friend- that’s irrelevant the porcupine you ate was probably infested with worms.

YOUR-MOM-A-HOE-METER.

is he hard of hearing or is he just stupid . .

Kat.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗

law is this 🤏 close to saying yo mom a hoe meter

why would you go through all the effort of removing all those quills when you could’ve just looked around for a deer or even a bear . .

TH-ER-MO-METER.

Kat.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗

i audibly laughed pls i cant with him-

why would you eat porcupine— you deserve the stomachache.

THERMOMETER.

a nefarious one. what did you eat . . that’s probably the cause of this predicament of yours.

no, the thermostat is an entirely different thing— thermometer.
t h e r m o m e t e r.

i’m not really in the mood, it’s just a stomachache you’ll be fine . . you mean a thermometer?

how unfortunate.

the look she gives him makes him smile deviously. it seems whatever he’s doing is working— he loves getting these kinds of reactions from her.

a hearty laugh leaves him before he speaks once again. “silent treatment, huh? you’re just making me want to keep your heart even longer.”

( stepping inside, he closes the door behind him and pulls up a chair to perch on and continue to annoy her, comfortably. )

i don’t even have your heart on me right now, so i wouldn’t be able to return it even if i wanted to. it’s on the tang, safe and sound in the comforts of my room.

( blinking a couple times before he starts chuckling at her reaction. he would wait a little before opening up the door and peeking his head inside. )

i don’t feel like returning it just yet.