#thread;heather

[kazxmp]

Oopsie Daisy

Continued from this ask with @heatherxmp

(...)“Yeah?” He says playfully, fingers drawing the edge of the material up. The action brings a slice of his toned stomach into view and Heather adds, “What color is it then?”

Kaz had answered so fast to try and save his own ass that the fool had blurted out the wrong type of shirt; so it was more than obvious he wasn't gonna get this next one right either. Because his dear sweet Heather, happened to be hot as fuck. The mother fucker knew it too. Sometimes it was innocent in the way he stole Kaz's attention so easily and had him tripping over himself like this, and sometimes it was very clear he was putting it on. Right now?? The man was putting it on. To no ones surprise, that laugh and the way he smiled paired with the eye catching draw of his hand up a honeyed toned stomach, Kaz was done for. 'Shot in the heart and you're too late if everyone catches my drift.' Kaz's subconscious says off script as he looks at you reading this from whatever device you're on.

The goth's black rimmed eyes fall immediately to the happy trail that leads into those silver lined boxers that hug dirty-thought-giving hip bones. "Calvin Klein." Damn it. Well that was not at all the question and not at all what Kaz was supposed to say and now that he's gone and embarrassed himself three times in the span on five minutes, he's turning on his heels and scoffing. "I'm late to work. Meet me there on my break."

[kazxmp]

Fuck around and find out

zoomed from here with @heatherxmp

This fucking guy. Kaz hated a lot of things in this world, most things if he was being real. But Heather? Was not one of them. He just hated the way he wanted to simp whenever this hunk of a man was around. Especially when he called the son of Acat any form of ‘my’ and ‘pretty’; though he would never admit it. With his lips squished that had Kaz’s face looking like a puffed out fish, all of the anger from the guys before pushed out of him just like the words he said squeezed out of the tiny hole he had from Heather’s firm hold. “I would kill them for you. Anyone bumps into you again they gonna catch these fuckin’ chains and the fucking curb.” And this gun, but that was obvious as he heather was currently grinding against it *and* him. Which was… to say the least, keeping him from moving away from the hold he was in. “Don’t lie, you'd love to see me do that shit.”

Another thing Kaz hated, was admitting that Heather had a way of making him forget about everything else. Sometimes, that gaze would pull him in so hard not a single other thing in the room mattered. 

Hate number three at this point, but even being stared at-the bane of his existence-if it was Heather? Suddenly it would have him blushing under his thick makeup, something he was thankful covered it up every time. The heat in his lips probably gave him away though as he welcomed the plump lips that he was craning his whole neck for. Giving in immediately and only pretending to push him on the chest after Heather pulled back. Even still the goth’s arm was holding onto him so tight it was obvious he didn’t want Heather to move an inch…. Well maybe an inch.. Into him… but that’s besides the point.

“What should I be saving my energy for, then? You?” With a smirk Kaz wove fingers in the back of Heather’s hair, forcing his cute fucking smiled face (thought with animosity in the best way) to bend down to Kaz’s level, a shit eating grin on his face. “Wanna tussle? You can beat me up instead.” With his makeup on, Kaz was confident; didn’t mind being so fucking bold. It helped that this was heather; There were never any expectations with him, they could joke about it, or actually do it, and either way was always fun.

[kazxmp]

We aren’t in SF anymore

Starter for @heatherxmp​

Kaz hadn’t been to SF since the last munch he had graced his appearance at. It has been that long since he has also seen his friend he somehow always got paired up with. Surprisingly, he never minded even though ever time Kaz would give Heather a hard time over being paired up yet again. Always teasing that his friend was somehow always behind it.

[Flashback to SF 2021-Folsom street fair]

“What kind of shit is this? Paired up again? I’m convinced at this point you just want to be paired up with me every time. Who’s dick are you sucking to make that happen other than mine?” with Heather though, he did smile. Playfully shoving him as his friend fucked with him right back. Every year for a little bit they had met up here, always making sure to go to the same parties and enjoy their time together even though everyone around them half thought they hated each other with how playfully mean they always were.

Every now and then he thought about the taller man, missing how he was mean right back to him-though he would never admit that-and today instead of having to miss think about him, he saw the back of that fuckers head. Kaz could recognize him in a crows from behind any day, because if there was any tell tale sign, it was his perky little ass that Kaz knew very well. The son of Acat didn’t even think yet about why Heather was here, there was no thought only- SLAP. Right onto the ass he was just staring at before he is leaning on the counter right next to him, one corner of his lip curled as he interrupted whatever it was heather had been doing. “Well well well.. I’d know that tight ass anywhere.” To anyone else, this probably looked mad fucked up. But to them? This was a normal occurrence. Kaz lifted a tatted pointer finger up to Heather, waiting for their signature finger poke greeting. “Never thought I’d see my favorite fag here.”

[kazxmp]

What I Need (a phd and u. luckily u have all three)

Continued from thiiiiiiisss ask bc what the fuck its a MUSTTTTT. With the eepy thats a sweetie @heatherxmp

Kaz should have expected Heather to come over when he was complaining about his migraine. He should have known his tired professor would risk his sleep or his time to come over and be a fucking peach as he always is. But for some reason every time, Kaz just cannot fathom why Heather would be so sweet. Deep down he should know, especially because he would do the same shit. If Heather needed anything, Kaz would be there in a heartbeat. Less than to be completely honest. Even still, he sometimes can't get over how kind his 'Stranger' was. From the day he met Heather, the man had always been so sweet to him. No matter the shit that flew from Kaz' mouth, Heather even knew how to be sweet when tossing shit right back. He understood Kaz to a level he had never met anyone to do. Heather understood Kaz inside and out. Even the first 'night' they spent together, Heather had made sure Kaz had everything, water, he was clean, he was comfortable, clothed. He had taken care of him all while respecting his boundaries in a space where boundaries are constantly being tested to their limits. (With consent of course) It only carried on the years they continued to meet, Heather had always webbed deep into his bloodstream and connected to it so flawlessly that it overwhelmed Kaz. It baffled him and it sometimes scared him. But sometimes, like right now, when he's in pain and can't think about much else other than the fact that all he wanted was Heather. And these pain pills. So maybe he did know that Heather would come over, and maybe he was comfortable enough tonight to divulge into the warmest rays of sunshine he's ever felt on his skin. Even if the poor thing looks like he could pass out any second and maybe shouldn't have driven here but let's be honest Kaz never said he wasn't a little selfish. Carefully, he takes the pills and thank fuck for the gatorade because his mouth was so dry holy fuck.. but the feeling of his favorite color gatorade hitting his dry ass tongue will never feel as good as the words he hears slip from Heather's prefect lips. The man could smell like anchovies and chocolate and that still would not stop Kaz from wrapping small hands around Heather's cheeks and pulling him in for a tired but slow and loving kiss. Truly every ounce of the words that didn't know how to form on his tongue pushed themselves through their teeth, returning the affection this way first. "Oh he loves me or something.." He can feel the fur of their little fluff ball of a baby on his bare back and it adds to the breathy laugh that leaves him before he's leaving peck after peck on Heather's lips, the fourth one a little slower. Only because of the silence of the room are the words able to be heard, but they tear themselves free from locked lips. "I love you so much."

[kazxmp]

Unconditional Blindfolds

Continued from here~~ with @heatherxmp

What had started as Kaz making a lighthearted pickup line to keep his dance partner from feeling self conscious-a thing he did quite often when Heather would scale up-turned into something different so fast. The moment between them dancing and Kaz ending up in Heather's arms was lost in translation as Kaz really let what Heather said sink in. His words. The way he leaves the softest kiss to the top of the goth's head. Especially the way Heather's arms wrapped around him like the softest blanket he's ever felt. It was no secret to anyone around them that Kaz had been in denial for a long long time when it came to him and Heather. His feelings were never something that had been easy to get out, especially in a romantic fashion. The little self secluding goth had never once, never ever had someone he liked. Never dated. Never fell in love. Not until now and it was terrifying. Petrifying really, and his head was too dense to realize he was already giving Heather enough. He was enough. Though every thought rolling through Kaz's head is the fear he won't be able to love like love is, quote unquote, supposed to be. Fear that this sweet man wouldn't be happy with him after a while; that Kaz would fall short. and not in height.

On the other hand though... There was so much sheer excitement over hearing those honey dipped words. He wanted that so bad. Why did he have to be so fucking scared?

The shattering and crashing of his opposing thoughts were so loud in his brain that he couldn't stop himself from melting right into those arms, face burying in the soft fabric of Heather's sweater, inhaling the cashmere and beach scent Heather has smelt like ever since he met him.

'You've got the devil in your eyes You went and took me by surprise'

The day he met Heather crashed into him as the low bass of a song fills his ears, the way he looked down at him with the most gorgeous smile before taking him by the hand for a dance. With Heather's hand he sloshes to the next year when they fatefully met again, paired up and he had never been so excited. Kaz could feel every emotion he had felt in those moments as he visualizes each one. 'If you wanna hit the road then let's go then Let's just go and see the world and just show them'

One last thing hit him, bringing him back to the present, face tucked into the warmth of the man he could never see himself without. Realizing he had suddenly been holding onto Heather for dear fucking life, he finally lifted his head after what he hopes wasn't too long, eyes swimming with everything from his fear to the amount of affection and love he has for Heather. Small hands find their way to the back of Heather's head, ever so gently pulling him down so he can whisper in his ear, as if being so close and saying it so quietly would save him from all the people around them, from his own fear, from rejection. "I'm so afraid I'll fuck this up.." Dripping with vulnerability-the most he's ever shown Heather-his voice wavers."...But there's no one else I'd ever want to be with. If-If you... If you wanted to be my.. my boyfriend." A lot of times felt like the world wasn't real for Kaz, but right now? Everything was so. fucking. real. He had said it. Jumped over his own 50 foot high walls and he was shaking.