#casey cizikas fic
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touch me like a summer night
we got that heat like the summer and i'm so glad i made you mine
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a/n: yes this is coming out at 10am two days after it was promised but i did promise that you guys would get it so i hope it was worth the wait. i will let you know this is more Casey centric. you know I love Matt but I've been writing so much for him that it was time to give the attention to someone else. it is also my goal in life to turn you all into Casey sluts as well as Marty sluts. hope this accomplishes that goal
warnings: it's a threesome fic so, smut, obviously. feminine reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected/creampie. it's a basically filth but with feelings.
Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!
A pool party. The perfect end to a beautiful summer. Made even better by the people who organized the party. Made even better by the person who invited you.
When your best friend from back home in Vancouver learned that you were moving to New York to pursue your career, you immediately became enveloped in Mathew Barzal’s world. A world that, for you as an outsider invited in, was filled with celebrations of victories, growth coming from defeat, and an insane amount of bonding.
Like this pool party. Mat had told you it was organized by his captain to welcome in the new rookies and give everyone a final chance to relax before the real work began.
But it was still summer. Still time for long weekends and staying out all night and sleeping in. There was still time for you waste by your best friend’s side, joining him as an expected plus-one to team events such as these.
It also meant that you had more time to exist around insanely hot men. Because, yes, you’d be lying through your teeth if being around some of the most attractive people wasn’t an additional perk that came from your longtime friendship with Mathew.
You commended whoever oversaw the picking of the men that made up this team of 20 very handsome individuals and sometimes wondered if visual appeal had been part of the decision-making process. But, more than anything, you wanted to personally shake the hand of whoever it was that brought Matt Martin and Casey Cizikas to Long Island.
While everyone on the roster had a certain appeal to someone, those two…. There was something different about them that made you weak. Perhaps the reason you always thought about them in conjunction with each other was because of their friendship, especially intriguing considering their seemingly contrasting personalities.
Matt Martin was all rough edges and strong energy. He commanded every room he walked into and that domineering power would make any one weak in the knees. Especially when he shoots you that lazy smug smirk of his.
Casey Cizikas on the other hand… there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place. He felt like sunshine incarnate, all gentleness and warmth. While Matt dominated every room he walked into, Casey lit the room up. And the first time Mat introduced you to him, you were certain he lit a fire within you that had yet to go out. But underneath all that light, you could sense a coldness. Like when you get burned by a fire so hot you can’t feel the pain of it. A sense of power that made him dangerous and even more intriguing to you.
They each had you hooked, for many different separate reasons. But combined? There was something there that you wanted to explore. And sometimes you felt like they might feel the same about you.
Or maybe you were simply projecting your lust onto two insanely attractive people who were simply nice to look at. Whatever the reason, you never turned down an invitation to hang out with the Islander team because you knew that they would most likely be there and that always made you giddy.
That being said, you never told Mat your feelings towards his teammates. He didn’t need to know that that took up a major part of your decision making.
You turn to look over at your friend, the steering wheel firmly in his grasp as the breeze blows through the open windows, sunglasses perched on his nose. The suburbs of Long Island pass you by and there’s this feeling in the air that tells you today is going to be special.
“I still don’t understand why you shaved your head again,” you muse, causing a grin to twist onto his lips.
“So concerned with my hairstyle choices,” he teases. “No matter how much dislike you express, it’s not going to magically make it grow back.”
“Doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying,” you quip back, causing his infectious cackle to sound, floating through the summer air. You smile, turning your attention back out the window, watching the scenery pass by you, leading you closer to your destination.
In less time than you expected, Mat turned into Anders’ neighborhood, finding a parking spot on the already crowded street outside his home. You follow him as he wanders straight to the gate leading to the backyard and when a cheer goes up from those already gathered, you can’t help but smile.
Yes, while you enjoyed the superficial perks of being friends with Mat – like parties and being surrounded by attractive people – you were also insanely grateful at how welcoming this group was to you, a purely platonic childhood friend of their star forward. They made you feel like a part of their make-shift family and it made you insanely happy to know that you had a place here with them.
But you are not oblivious to the two pairs of eyes connected to your frame.
Gaining and keeping Marty and Casey’s attention was one of the motives for your choice of bikini and the crochet coverup that feigns modesty. You disguise your smirk as a friendly smile, happy that your actions seemed to be creating the desired outcome. You continue to feel their stares on you as you make your way around the party, greeting everyone and starting small conversations, pretending not to notice.
Matt Martin and Casey Cizikas made you weak in the knees and you were simply excited that their attention was on you. Part of you knew that you would be content if that was all that came out today: a few drinks, a lot of fun, and a little bit of recognition from two handsome men.
But you wouldn’t complain if things escalated a bit beyond lingering glances.
Although that hope is in the back of your mind, you don’t let it infect the entirety of the day, don’t let it control your movements and decisions. You help yourself to the assortment of snacks Anders and Grace provided, along with a more than a few spiked lemonades. You spend time talking to the girls that you had become close with as well as introducing yourself to some of the new faces at the party. You and Mat play (and lose) a two-out-of-three game of chicken with Ilya and his girlfriend Taylor.
And while you are subconsciously aware of the heat of Marty and Casey’s gaze landing on you occasionally, you don’t give them a second glance, wanting to stay in the moment.
However, if you did, their reactions might give you an idea as to where their thoughts were wandering and where the night could possibly be heading.
The way Matt’s jaw clenches every time you bend down to grab another drink out of the cooler. The glint of jealousy in their eyes at your flirty-friendliness towards some of the rookies. The way Casey’s hand tightens around his bottle of beer when you first removed your coverup, adjusting the straps of your bikini before diving into the pool. Their shared glance at the sight of Mat’s hands gripping your thighs as he held you on top of his shoulders.
You didn’t notice any of it, choosing instead to focus on the “right now” instead of the “what if”. It isn’t until you slip away to the hot tub in the corner of Lee’s property, the continual excitement and activity leaving you exhausted, does your mind start to wander and reminisce.
You sigh, taking sip of your spiked lemonade as you stare out towards the distant Long Island coastline. The tang of the drink reminds you of summer, reminds you of the summer that swiftly slipping away.
It was a good summer, overflowing with adventure and enjoyment. But there was something missing. You wanted this summer to be one that you remembered. One that you looked back on with equal parts amusement and perhaps some mortified hindsight because you knew some of the best memories were fueled by wild choices.
Soon the salt air and warm breeze would turn and the cold would come in.
You were ready to make the most of the remaining sunshine.
The golden glow of the sunset seems to encourage you, reminding you that there was still plenty of time left. It is a comforting thought and it allows you to relax, your head resting on your crossed arms that were perched on the edge of the tub, your eyes trained to the horizon.
There is a soft splashing from behind you calling your attention. You only turn your head to look behind you, not bothering to adjust your position. And you feel your heartbeat increase when your eyes land on Matt and Casey slipping into the warm waters. You try not to jerk your gaze back to the sunset, wanting to remain calm and not wanting to notice how they affected you by simply existing in the same space as you.
The soft sounds of their previous conversation float over you, the two of them not even acknowledging you and you find that you don’t mind it. Their deep voices created a comforting white noise, which allows you space to breathe and time to help calm the stuttering of your heart.
You don’t even realize that the focus of their conversation has shifted to you until you finally register the sound of Casey’s soft voice calling your name. You turn your head again, your eyes connecting to his ice blue irises and you must stop them from wandering down the bare expanse of this chest on full display for you to enjoy.
“Still ignoring us?” he asks and although you hear the gentle tease lacing his words, it doesn’t stop the heat from rushing up to the back of your neck.
“Never,” you reply. “You both know you’re my favorite Islanders.”
A chuckle causes your gaze to dart over to Matt and your eyes once again want to wander down, especially considering the nonchalant way his arms are draped over the edges of the hot tub.
“What would poor Barzy think? Knowing his best friend likes us more?” he muses and the heat coursing through your body doesn’t dissipate. If anything, it increases at the sight of that almost dangerous glint in Matt’s eyes. You finally spin your body to face them, sinking into the frothy water before giving a small shrug.
“He can think what he wants.”
Your chirp pulls another small bout of laughter from them both and the smile on your lips grows. The quiet descends over the three of you and you finally let your eyes wander, dancing across their broad frames. You try not to be completely shameless as you admire them but it seems that the alcohol running through your veins threw any subtlety from your body; a suspicion that was all but confirmed with Casey clearing his throat, once again forcing you to make eye-contact. The heat rushes back to your cheeks but your heart also trills when you see no discomfort from either of them in response to your appraisal.
“What were you thinking about? Before this? You looked very wistful when we showed up.”
“Nothing really,” you reply with a small shrug. “Just thinking about the summer. How it’s been so far. What I still want from it before autumn comes.”
“And what is it that you want?”
“Something memorable. An experience that I know won’t happen again any time soon. Something that seems almost too good for it not to be a fantasy.”
If you weren’t already studying their every movement, you would’ve easily missed the quick glance they shared, a silent communication that was built upon their long friendship and a quick understanding as they direct their eyes back onto you. Another bout of scorching heat rushes through your body as you find yourself almost pinned underneath their shared gazes.
“So, favorite Islanders, huh?” Casey asks, repeating the words you first spoke to them. There was nothing different in the words themselves, but they way he said them, the edge that they took falling out his lips immediately caught your attention. “Then why are you sitting so far away?”
The dare is obvious, hanging heavy in the space between you and the two of them. Your eyes dart from Casey to Matt and back again, your mind wondering if this was the beginning of what you hoped it might be or if your alcohol riddled brain was projecting your darkest fantasies onto the current moment.
It takes a second before you decide to take the bait, lifting yourself up, your upper body emerging from the warm water. The combination of the cooling evening air and the weighted gaze of the two men in front of you, practically devouring your body like you had just done to them, cause goosebumps to erupt on your skin as you cross the small expanse of water, turning to settle directly in between them.
Another shiver is sent down your spine as you feel a small droplet fall onto your shoulder, courtesy of Matt’s arm casually draped around you. Your eyes return to Casey, one eyebrow raising in question.
“Satisfied?”
“Never,” he replies, his pale blue eyes now blatantly raking down your body before returning to your face. “But this is a good start.”
“Ignore him,” Matt speaks, calling your attention. “Zeeker likes to have control.”
“Is that so? And you know this how?”
“Experience,” comes his coy reply, leaving you with more questions than answers. Although from the cool casualness of his words, it isn’t hard for you to guess what type of experience he was referring to – a teamwork that extended beyond the public view of the rink and into a more private setting.
“And what about you, Marty?”
“What about me?”
“Do you like to take control as well?” you ask, your eyes sparking with challenge, one which Matt gladly accepts, that smug smirk appearing on his face.
“Yes and no.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Meaning I’m not as… collected as this one,” he explains, his head nodding towards Casey. “But I’m also not about to let you call the shots.”
“Oh, really?” you ask, the electric energy surging as Matt directs his words to you, making it clear that this was more than just conversation. This was persuasion, this was interest being gauged in the subtlest of ways.
The alcohol in your blood makes you desperate and the revelation makes you bold. You lean your body closer to Matt, your hand moving underneath the water before landing on his thigh. You smirk when you see his jaw clench, the reaction only encouraging you to slowly move higher.
“What would you let me do?”
“Careful, sweetheart,” Casey calls to you and your head is once again whipped over to look to him. “Marty isn’t easy to reign in once he has his mind set on something.”
“And who says I want to keep him reigned in?” you shoot back, keeping your hand firmly in place on Matt’s thigh. The throb of your lower stomach increases when you feel Matt shift, his arms dropping into the water, his hands finding your hips. Your fingers flex against the strong muscle of his upper thigh and that small subtle movement seems to break the modicum of Matt’s restraint.
You gasp as he hauls you into his lap, your back pressing against his chest, a moan threatening to escape when you feel him hard against your ass, the sensation sending another thrum of electricity through your body.
“Matt.”
Casey’s sharp voice calls your attention to him again and you look to see his eyes trained on the man behind you. You can practically see the silent conversation happen between them in real time, the only verbal utterance being what you would best describe as a growl vibrating through Matt’s chest as his hands flex against your hips, his restraint regained at least for a moment. It’s only then that Casey’s gaze falls to you, darker and headier than before and the ache between your thighs increases.
“Do you want him?” he asks you, the question as weighted and dangerous as a loaded gun. You know your next words could easily cause the swift end of this delicious build-up, knowing that your words might strain the friendship between the two men. But you couldn’t let Casey slip between your fingers like sand.
“Want both of you,” you whisper and the words feel as load as a shotgun blast but you know no damage was caused when you see the smirk appear on Casey’s lips.
“Are you sure?” he asks and you nod furiously, your wanton eagerness earning a chuckle from the men on either side of you. “I need your words,” he explains.
You are about to answer when the syllables get stuck in your throat at the sensation of Matt’s warm lips brushing across your shoulders. Swallowing thickly, you finally manage to speak.
“Yes,” you breathe out, the racing of your heart a combination of the sensations of Matt against you and the excitement of the realization that your wildest fantasies were about to come true. “If you two are offering.”
“What do you think, Marty?”
“Do you have to fucking ask?” Matt mumbles into your skin and you can feel the desperation radiating from him, almost as strong as yours. It feels as if you are both waiting with baited breath as Casey returns his blue irises to yours.
“Well darling, you said you wanted a summer to remember. I think we can easily provide that,” Casey smiles, the promise bringing a dangerous glint into his eyes that has the fire that had been coursing through your veins finally settle deep within your abdomen.
Casey continues to observe you, his detached appraisal makes you want to reach out and touch him but Matt’s hands on your waist and his lips moving from the top of your shoulders up to your neck renders you immobile, even when the warmth of his breath tickles the shell of your ear.
“Are you going to come home with us?” he whispers and you aren’t sure if it’s a genuine question or if he is being a tease.
It turns out it doesn’t matter because as soon as Matt’s lips land on that spot behind your ear that makes you weak, all sense of composure evaporates from your body. You spin in a haste that catches Matt off-guard, his hands dropping from you, leaving you room to maneuver your legs underneath the bubbling waters to straddle him. There is only a millisecond for you to register the surprise on his features before your hands cup his cheeks, pulling his face to yours as you finally crash your lips together.
It only takes a moment for Matt to reciprocate, his own body surging up to press against yours, his arms wrapping around you to hold you in place. He tastes like whiskey and cinnamon, his lips moving against your own and you can’t stop the way your body rolls against him.
“Careful, sweetheart,” Casey’s voice echoes and your reluctantly let your lips drop from Matt’s. The man beneath doesn’t seem to mind, his mouth gladly moving down your neck and chest, the heat from his actions feeling like the warmth of a sunburn only much more pleasurable. You turn to look at Casey who is still, once again, simply observing. “I know this hot tub is a little off the beaten path but we’re still at a party. Wouldn’t want anyone to come stumbling upon this, would we?”
The idea isn’t entirely unpleasant but right now, you don’t want an audience; you want these two gorgeous individuals all to yourself in every way they were proposing. You give Matt’s hair a gentle tug, pulling him away from your skin and looking into his darkened eyes.
“Take me home,” your words whispered just loud enough for Casey to also hear. The demand makes that devilish grin appear on Matt’s face but your attention is drawn from him by the splashing of water and you turn to see Casey lifting himself out of the tub. Your eyes trace the path that every droplet of water that runs down his chest. He notices but doesn’t tease you for it, instead offering you an upturned palm.
You gladly transfer your hand from Matt to him, removing yourself from above Marty. You can feel him close on your heels, hear the splashing of the water as he lifts himself off the bench to stand behind you but the intense stare of Casey keeps you almost hypnotized as you climb up to exit the warmth of the hot tub.
You are perched on the seat, about to lift your leg over the side when Matt’s hands land on your hips, halting your movements briefly. The water transferring from his skin to yours has tremors running through your body and you feel his lips press against your spine, weighted with the promise of what’s to come.
Matt relents, letting Casey guide you completely out of the warm water. After the three of you were back on solid land, you break apart, moving back towards the house and into the hubbub of the party. You each gather your things and inconspicuously as possible, not wanting to broadcast your intentions to the rest of the guests like a neon sign. It takes you a minute to locate Barzy, which you eventually do, finding him lounging on the couch with a few of the guys. You walk over to him, your coverup returned over your frame and your bag in hand.
“Hey Mat, I’m gonna head home,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder. Your words register immediately as he hoists himself off the sofa, turning towards you. You reach out your hand, keeping him upright as he sways on his feet, the evidence of his lack of sobriety clear.
“M’kay, les go,” he slurs and you laugh at his obvious intoxication.
“You are in no condition to go anywhere,” you state and thankfully Grace who was sitting in the group around Mat also notices and helps you guide him back to his original sitting position.
“Anders and I will watch him,” she tells you, her own mouth twisted in an amused smirk that you are sure matches yours. Mat throws his head back, resting on the top of the couch cushion, staring at your face from upside down.
“But how are you get home?” he asks, his mind still clear enough to know he was your means of transportation to and – at least originally planned to be – from the party.
“Casey offered me a ride.”
“Good,” he mumbles, his head falling to the side as he nods in approval. “Case isa good guy.”
You almost feel bad for using the trust he had for his teammates against him, knowing that the actual truth was lightyears off from the good intentions that Mat had in his mind. But in a way, he was right. Casey was a good guy and you knew that he and Marty were going to take care of you. What that entailed was another story but Mat had no reason to doubt that you would be safe with them.
So, you leave him with a teasing rub of his buzzcut before wandering to the side gate, your heartrate increasing when you spy Casey there waiting for you. The excited smile on your face is returned with that calm cool smirk that you’ve come to recognize and he once again offers you his hand, which you take wordlessly.
“Are we taking your car or…”
“We’re taking Marty’s. He’s waiting for us.”
“You’re just going to leave your car here?”
“Me and Marty carpooled,” he explains, leading you out from the backyard and escorting you down the street towards an idling red car.
“Wow, it’s like you two had this planned from the beginning,” you joke, trying to diffuse the tension with your teasing words. However, it doesn’t achieve the intended purpose when Casey just shoots you a knowing smirk that has you questioning everything you previously thought you knew, stopping you in your tracks.
“Wait, seriously?” you ask, uncertain if you were understanding his silent confession or if the heightened emotions had your brain jumbled into a tangled mess. Casey looks over to you and his eyes register your uneasiness, causing him to step in front of you.
“I’m not going to lie, we both found you insanely attractive evet since Barzy first introduced you to the team. When we realized we felt the same way towards you, we thought you might make it clear which of us you favored more. Imagine our surprise when we realized that you wanted us both.”
“And if I only chose one of you?”
“It’s not like I don’t have the money to pay for a ride back to mine. Regardless of whether you were in the backseat with me or not,” Casey explains, the light-hearted tone of his words making you relax.
Although, he slightly misunderstood your question. You debate not clarifying, wondering if your actual inquiry was too big of an ask right now. You might be placing bets on an uncertain future when you should be following the philosophy you had been previously and focusing on the present moment. But you needed to know.
“And if I end up choosing one of you… after tonight?” you elaborate and your heart softens as the angelic smile tugs at the corner of Casey’s lips.
“I know we’d both respect whatever choice you make.”
His quiet explanation gives you the peace and confidence you were searching for. They both wanted you but they respected you enough to let you choose. And respected you and each other enough if that choice came to being with only one of them instead of both.
“Still want to do this?” Casey asks and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. “Because if not, or just one, or whatever, it’s all good. As long as it’s what you want.”
His thumb caresses over your knuckles in a way that would normally make butterflies erupt but with every word previously shared, every weighted gaze, and every lust-filled touch, his caress just sent electricity crackling through your body.
“Take me home, Casey,” you reply, reaffirming your prior consent. You swear you can see the shift reflect in his eyes as his hand tightens around yours, a grin tugging at his lips as he pulls you the final length to the car where Matt waited. Casey opened your door and helped you into the backseat, the action weirdly making you feel even more desired than any previous act.
“Everything good?” Matt asks, his eyes jumping to connect with yours in the rearview mirror.
“All good,” you tell him, hearing the thud of your door closing behind you.
“Thought you and Zeeker might have gotten lost on the way here.”
“Afraid of missing out, Matt?” you tease, trying to lighten the tension in the air but Matt doesn’t help matters by shooting you a devilish smile in return.
“Trust me, darling. If you knew all the ways I could take you apart, you’d want to make sure I didn’t miss a moment.”
The passenger side door opens and Casey slides in, your attention falling from Matt, the heat blazing in your cheeks at his words. Almost immediately after the door closes, Matt is pulling away and driving down the golden sun-soaked streets.
“Your friend Marty is very confident in himself. Did you know that, Casey?” you quip, your mind still chewing over Matt’s assured statement.
“Really? What did he tell you?”
“That if I knew how good he was in bed, I’d make sure to have him there,” you paraphrase, not sure exactly what you were hoping to gain from this teasing. Perhaps you were hoping for another level of comfort; you and Casey sharing a light-hearted laugh at his friend’s cockiness. But instead, Casey just shrugs, his blue eyes sparking.
“I wouldn’t doubt him, sweetheart. He’s made more than a few girls scream. Has even gotten a few of those girls to call him ‘daddy’.”
“Really?” you ask, turning your attention towards Matt, who just has a lazy grin on his face.
“Yeah, a few,” he hums.
“That something you’re into?”
“I don’t mind it. But it’s more a partner preference, not a me thing. I’d much rather hear you screaming my own name instead.”
His words send your mind into overdrive as you try to decipher everything they’ve told you so far in an attempt to understand exactly what you were getting yourself into.
“What else do you like?” you question, your eyes darting between them as they both keep their eyes trained on the road.
“Who are you asking, sweetheart?” Casey asks for clarity purposes and that fact that he needed clarity confirms one suspicion; they were very, very, different.
“Either of you. Both of you. I’m just curious.”
“Well, I know we both like a tease,” Matt states, his eyes darting to look at you through the rearview mirror. “You were doing a great job at that, by the way.”
“Really?”
“Don’t tell me that was all unintentional.”
“I mean, I showed up in this outfit to hopefully catch your guys’ attention but besides that… I wasn’t trying anything else.”
“Well,” Matt laughs, “you were doing a great job without even knowing it. Bending over the cooler, the way you lifted yourself out of the pool. God, I wanted to ravage you.”
“I’m honestly surprised he held back for so long,” Casey quips, earning a light-hearted shove on the shoulder from his best friend.
You laugh at their antics as you lean back into your seat, listening to their casual conversation start up, leaving you to mull over their words.
You turned them on without even trying? Nothing was more confidence boosting than that knowledge, that your mere existence in a risqué bikini could push them that close to the edge. A wicked thought pops into your head and before you can banish it, it takes a hold over your mind.
If you were that good at teasing them without even trying, what would happen if you actually put in the effort?
You lean back in your seat, your eyes dancing between the two of them. The curiosity coupled with the heat that is still lingering in your body finally becomes too irresistible and your hands lift to languidly stretch over your head before falling. You let them travel down the front of your chest, a sigh sounding from you which inadvertently presses your breasts into your palms. Your heavy breath calls Casey’s attention to you and you make sure your eyes stay locked onto his as you gently squeeze your supple flesh, the thin material of your coverup and bikini doing little to muffle the sensation.
A soft moan falls from your lips as your thumbs brush over your sensitive nipples, your eyelids fluttering before your hands continue their trail downwards. You can feel the weight of Casey’s stare remaining on you as your thighs fall open, the action pushing the hem of your dress upwards and exposing your barely covered core. The soft points of your fingers trail across the supple skin of your inner thighs, hands inching closer to your center.
Casey’s silent yet undivided attention encourages you and you make the bold decision to lift one of your legs up onto the center console, giving you more access. Your bare foot nudges Matt’s arm as it rests into its new position, the touch finally calling him to you and out of the corner of your eye, you can see his hands tighten around the steering wheel.
“Didn’t even tell me, Case? Didn’t bother mentioning what a goddamn brat she’s being now?” he mutters and you can see Matt’s eyes flitting between the road in front of him and your reflection in the rearview.
“Needed your eyes on the road,” Casey chirps back. “Can’t put her in her place if we don’t get there all in one piece.”
You aren’t able to make out Matt’s grumble of a reply but you can feel the speed of the car softly increase, your teasing incentive enough for Matt to quicken his pace. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as your hands continue to gently explore your body, not touching the one place you wanted but dancing close enough to keep you on edge. Although, sometimes it feels as if you don’t need your hands because the heady undivided gaze of Casey is turning you on all by itself.
The soft sighs and gasps get bolder and louder as you let your mind wander, imagining all the things that were in store for you as soon as Matt got the three of you to the comfort of his home. Your eyelids flutter shut as your hands trail up your thighs, your resolve slowly eroding. You feel the edge of your swimsuit, dancing along the cut of the fabric to the strings and following the lines to the bows tied securely on your hips, a whimper of a sigh escaping as your own teasing starts to get the better of you.
Your fingers retrace their way down to the triangle of fabric covering your core and you are about to give in, about to press your hand against your center, the car jolts forward. Your eyes fly open and come face to face with a concrete garage wall, the sound of Casey and Matt’s car doors closing. Your legs scramble down from their perch as you try to try to compose yourself.
It almost works but before you can even fully register what was happening, the door next to you opens and in a move that you can barely wrap your head around, Matt’s strong hands grab you and essentially manhandle you out of the car.
The energy radiating from him feels dangerous in the best of ways and your breath escapes you as he presses your body against the side of the car, pinning you between the cool metal and the warmth of him.
“You have no idea how much trouble you got yourself into,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “But maybe that’s what you wanted, huh? Wanted to see how far you could press your luck? Tell me, what was the plan there, sweetheart?”
“Just wanted you,” your reply comes as a shaky exhale. The words don’t entirely make sense but to be fair, it was hard to even form sentences with Matt’s broad body being pressed against your backside, his own swim trunks doing nothing to hide how effective your teasing was.
“Wanted me to get home fast so you could have us as soon as possible?” he deciphers and you nod furiously, your hips grinding back against him causing a low groan fall.
Another gasp escapes as Matt pulls away from you, but only to give himself enough space to spin you around and crash your lips together, his tongue diving into your open mouth, swallowing your moans.
To your disappointment, he pulls away far too soon but his hands remain on your hips, guiding you blindly until he once again maneuvers you so you are now facing forward. The staircase that leads to the entrance of his house stretches out in front of you, the ajar door at the top an enticing invitation.
“Well, go on darling. Casey’s waiting for you inside,” Matt whispers in your ear and another rush of heat floods your body as you remember the other member of this triad who disappeared silently, leaving you and Matt alone for a moment.
Your hand grips the wooden railing as you being your ascent, a surprised squeal falling from your lips as Matt’s hand playfully taps your ass, a gentle encouragement for you to move.
You step into Matt’s house and much like he said, Casey is there, leaning against the kitchen island, patiently waiting for you to arrive. The moment he hears your footsteps, he grins, his smile igniting that fire within once more.
He walks over to you and he doesn’t even need to offer his hand before you reach out and take it. As soon as your fingers are intertwined with his, he pulls you through the first floor Matt’s house, over to the grand staircase and up.
“What about Marty?” you ask as he guides you down the upper hallways, doors passing on either side, no indication on what room was behind any of them.
“He’ll join us in a moment,” Casey replies, confidently pushing open the second to last door on the left and pulling into the master bedroom. Your hand falls from his grasp as he waltzes over to the king-size bed, settling down onto the edge of the mattress. “He likes to get a drink beforehand, don’t ask me why.”
“You know that because…” the question trails off,
“Because we’ve done this before,” Casey replies, leaning back on the bed and fixing you under his ice blue eyes.
The answer was exactly what you were expecting. It was obvious based on all the signs: how much they knew about each other’s ‘methods’, how at ease Casey was in Matt’s house. It pointed to more than just a close friendship.
“How many times?”
“Why do ask?”
“No reason,” you say, the lie falling fast as you turn your head away to glance around the room. The sharp sound of your name calls your eyes back to Casey.
“I need you to not lie to me,” he says, his voice gentle, the demand feeling more like a plea than anything else. “Not here and not now. What are you thinking?”
“I’m just worried.”
“About what?”
“How I’ll compare,” you admit, the insecurity sneaking out. “I’ve seen the girls that come on to you and Matt. I’m nothing like them. I’m just me.”
You can see Casey lift his body upright at your confession and your name falls from his lips again.
“Come here,” he says and you slowly pad across the carpet towards him, standing in between his spread thighs. His hand reaches up and you shiver as they dance across your skin, tracing your fingertips before falling to the side of your thighs, teasing the hemline. A tug at the crocheted material is weighted with a silent question, one which you agree to by gripping the hem in your own hands, helping Casey pull the fabric off your body. His hands trace down the outline of your figure to your thighs, creeping backwards and you gasp when you feel them grip the flesh, pulling you forward.
“Closer,” Casey whispers.
You don’t hesitate to lift your legs up, climbing into his lap to straddle him, your chests almost pressed together. Casey’s hands trail up the back of your thighs over your ass before coming to rest heavy on your hips. Another startled exhale escapes as his hands push you down, the breath transforming into a soft moan when you feel his length press against your clothed center.
“Feel how fucking hard you make me?” he whispers, his lips moving to mouth at your jawline, the delicate brush of them setting off sparks throughout your body. “How turned on I am by you. By just you.” He almost spits out the offending word, making you feel insanely desired by the literal perfection of a man in front of you. “No other woman has made me feel like that,” he continues. “‘How can you compare to them?’ you ask. You should be asking how they could’ve possibly compared to you.”
His proclamation is the final breaking point as you finally take the initiative, grabbing his head between your hands and finally pulling his lips into yours. He gladly accepts, leaning into you, his hands still pulling you deeper into him, swallowing every moan that he pulls from your body. He tastes different than Matt; you can make out the bitterness of the beer he had been drinking but beneath that a cool mint, sharp and subtle, an intoxicating contrast to the sunlight he radiated. Your body rolls against him, impatient and eager for everything he is willing to give you.
“Started without me?”
Matt’s voice echoes around the room and you tear your lips away from Casey to turn towards the sound. You spy Matt leaning in the doorway, a glass with two fingers of whiskey clutched in his hand as he takes in the scene. Casey’s lips trail down your neck before dipping lower to your chest, the heat inside of your roaring with a goddamn fury.
“Maybe you should get another pre-fuck habit,” Casey quips into your skin before he grazes his teeth over the delicate skin of your collarbone, causing another gasp as your eyes flutter close, Casey’s movements demanding all your attention.
From behind you, you can hear the clink of ice and the sound of a glass landing on wood but you don’t understand the sounds until you feel the rough hand of Matt circle your throat, pulling your head back before crashing his lips onto yours. You whimper into his open mouth as you feel Casey’s lips continue their path down, kissing between the valley of your breasts before placing an open-mouthed kiss onto the bow tied at the center.
You aren’t sure if the two of them knew telepathy or if they just had this much fucking practice because Matt breaks the kiss, keeping a hand on your throat and guiding your gaze down to Casey. You once again feel the gentle scrape of his teeth against your skin before they catch the thin string of your bikini. He slowly pulls away, the bow untying with his departure and it is Matt’s other hand that dances over your shoulder, down your torso to push the now loose material away from your chest.
The groan that escapes both men is exhilarating, the sight of your breasts heaving from your breathless pants, your nipples pebbling in the air-conditioned room. They do not hesitate in pulling you close again, Matt’s lips on yours and Casey’s on your chest.
Your moans fall freely now as Casey works his lips and tongue around your sensitive nipples, all of which are swallowed by Matt as he explores your mouth, the weight of his hand on your neck a silent reminder of who was in control.
You can’t actually tell who’s hands it is that creep on to either side of your hip, deftly unraveling the bows perched there but you find that you do not care as the remainder of your swimsuit falls away, a soft hiss sounding out as the room’s chill hits your soaked core. You tear your lips away from Matt to look down and to your somewhat surprise, you find that they each had a hand on either side of your hips.
“You guys are too good at this,” you breathlessly laugh. “It’s a little unfair.”
Your teases pull a chuckle from both as they take you in, now bare and pressed between them. Matt’s hand pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck to him and he leans forward to press kisses into the skin, pausing occasionally to suck a hickey, making those desirable bruises bloom. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation but you force them to stay open, keeping your eyes locked on Casey in front of you.
You can feel the hand that wasn’t still resting on your hip slowly trail up your inner thigh. He tortures you by moving at a snail’s pace, making you whine and whimper as he creeps towards the one place you needed him most. The one place that had yet to be touched.
“Tell me you want this, sweetheart,” he whispers, those icy blue eyes piercing into you and you think that he could easily see what you wanted as it was most likely painted all over your face. But he waits – waits for you to say the words, to give your verbal consent.
“Touch me, Casey. Please.”
You see the flash of a smirk pull at his lips before his hand finally moves that final centimeter connecting with your core. The simultaneous moan you let out is pornographic as Casey’s fingers trail along your slit, your body as desperate and wanting as your mind.
“How wet is she, Casey?” Matt asks, the question slightly muffled as his lips don’t move far from your skin.
“Fucking soaked,” he responds and you can’t stop the loud moan that sounds as Casey presses his fingers into you, the digits sliding in with an obscene ease.
“Yeah?” Matt asks, his question now directed to you. “That true, darling?”
“Why don’t you find out yourself,” you moan, your own chirp catching you off guard. Matt takes it in stride though, another dark rumble of laugher vibrating against your back and you feel the hand that was on your hip slide down to meet Casey’s, a groan falling when he discovers that Casey was telling the truth.
“Fuck, baby,” Matt moans, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat as his calloused fingers find your clit. “Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”
The only response you can give is a whine, the euphoria of having both of their hands on you pushing you faster to the edge than ever before. They read your body with ease, their movements never slowing and never ceasing as they continue to take you apart. Your breaths turn staccato as they wind you up and you can feel your body tightening in anticipation.
“Fuck!” The shriek sounds out as Casey curls his fingers inside of you, grazing that one spot that made you see stars.
“Oh yeah? Right there?” he teases, moving again and you can feel your orgasm speeding towards you with the imminence of an oncoming train.
“Yes – fuck – Casey. Please, please don’t stop.”
Casey listens to your pleas, his fingers moving once again and that with the combined roughness of Matt’s fingertips against the sensitive bundle of nerves of your clit pushes you over the edge, your head falling back onto Matt’s shoulder with a cry. You can hear Casey’s deep moan as he feels you clench around him as he coaxes you through your orgasm, the euphoric haze settling over you.
You can feel their hands disappear from your core and it’s Matt’s soft lips and Casey’s soft voice that calls you back to the present moment.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you cum, sweetheart,” Casey whispers, pressing a kiss to your sternum, his eyes gazing up as you. A soft smile tugs at your lips as your hand lifts to tangle through his hair, running through the blonde locks.
The two of you share a soft moment before a small nip at your neck pulls your attention to Matt who is still holding you against his chest.
“Don’t forget about me, darling,” he teases and you can sense no malice behind his words, just pure amusement. You twist your head towards him, your other hand lifting behind you to find the back of his neck, pulling him in and locking your lips together once again. You let him kiss you for a moment before removing your lips but keeping your forehead pressed to his.
“Never,” you whisper, your lips barely brushing and that singular word has Matt surging forward to kiss you again. The kiss continues, heavy and deep, all teeth and tongue until Casey’s voice once again calls you back.
“Now, sweetheart, it’s time for you to decide who you want first,” Casey explains, his hand caressing your skin. “Me? Or Matt?”
“I don’t know,” you whimper out, not wanting for either of them to depart, for their hands to disappear from you. The choice feels overwhelming, your desire clouding any decision-making processes you may have once possessed.
“What’s the issue, darling?” Matt questions, his hand coming to paw at your chest and you moan at the feeling of his rough hand against the skin. “Already so fucked out that you can’t think straight? And to think, we haven’t even properly fucked you yet. What’s going to happen when we do?”
“Maybe she needs a little help.”
Your head nods at Casey’s suggestion, your immediate approval making the two men laugh as the desire steadily builds in your body once more.
“Alright,” Casey continues, his honeyed voice taking on a whole new level of mesmerizing. “Maybe if I tell you what you’re in for, that will help you decide, hm? If you choose Marty, he’s not going to hold back. He is going to ravage you, fucking you nice and rough and deep.”
You can hear an almost animalistic growl sound from behind you, all but confirming Casey’s words and sending a rush of heat through you as the image is so clearly painted in your mind.
“Or, if you pick me,” Casey’s voice continues, the tone of it dropping down an octave, the words dripping from his lips like the most addictive ambrosia. “I am going to take my time with you. Fucking you slowly until I have you begging for me.”
The second image that Casey conjures up pulls another moan from your chest, both choices sounding equally delectable. It felt like someone asking you to choose between your favorite dessert and your favorite wine. How could one possibly be better than the other?
“I need you to make your decision quick, sweetheart. I’m not sure if Matt here can hold back,” Casey quips.
Part of your mind knows that the two of them would wait an hour, a day, a lifetime for you to choose and knowing you had that control made you feel completely relaxed in their arms. That small rational part also knew that Casey had only spoken those words to help coax you, that imagined pressure giving you all the encouragement to speak a name.
“Matt.”
You can feel the grin spread on Matt’s lips at the sound and you know that it mirrors the smirk that you see appear on Casey.
“Alright, baby, if that’s what you want,” Casey says and you nod your head in confirmation, making sure he knows that you are telling the truth. “Well then, I’ve gotta get up. Gotta give Marty room to work with.”
That phrase sends a thrill down your spine and you briefly wonder what you got yourself into. However, you don’t have time to contemplate because before you can even blink, Matt’s arms wrap around your chest and torso and using his impressive strength, he lifts you up just enough for Casey to roll out from underneath you.
You silently curse their insane chemistry before Matt’s placing your knees back down onto the mattress and you gasp as his hands disappear only to push you forward. You instinctually stop your forward momentum with your hands, leaving you on all fours.
You swiftly realize that is exactly the position Matt wants you in as his hands find your hips, gripping you tightly as he presses into with no hesitation and equally no resistance on your part, the force of his thrust pushing a moan from you. His hands tighten around your hips and he moves, the hard and fast pace rendering you almost speechless. The only sounds that fill the room is the rhythmic slap of his hips against your ass as you do everything in your power to hold yourself upright and take everything he gives to you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Casey come around the bed and your mouth salivates when you realize he removed his swim trunks, his cock on display, hard and perfect. You whine, wanting to reach out to him but the way Matt continues to rail you forces you to keep your hands on the sheets.
“You look so pretty being fucked like this,” Casey praises and you watch as his hand comes up to stroke his length causing another whine to vibrate in your throat.
“I think she wants you, Case.”
“You think so?”
“She’s looking at you like she’s starving,” Matt jokes, a huff of laughter mixing with his own moans as his pace slows down, giving you time to catch your breath and attempt to compose your thoughts.
“Is that it, baby?” Casey questions. “You want a taste?” You once again give a firm shake of your head, your eyes wide and pleading as you look up towards Casey. The only thing he gives you is a quirk of an eyebrow and you realize what he was waiting for.
“Please, Casey. Want to suck your cock, make you feel good,” you beg, your desire throwing any previous restraint out the window.
You see his eyes dart to Matt and you once again silently curse the way they seemed to communicate without even speaking. One of Matt’s hands disappear from your hip, trailing up your spine before coming to wrap around your throat. You gasp as he lifts you, pulling your torso upright, your hands disappearing from the sheets.
Casey makes use of the extra space now opened for him and climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. You try to keep eye-contact with him but this new position has each of Matt’s thrusts hitting even deeper and you can’t stop your eyes from rolling back as he continues to pound into your pussy.
“Absolutely fucking beautiful,” Casey mutters, a hand coming up to trail his fingers down your jawline before grasping your chin. You feel the pad of his thumb press against your bottom lip and you open your mouth willingly.
Casey doesn’t wait before slipping the digit in and you moan at the salty tang of his skin. You suck, your tongue dancing around him, giving him insight into how good your mouth could make him. It seems to work as a groan falls from Casey, his eyes intently watching you as you continue, silently begging him to give you more.
Your movements are stopped when you feel Matt’s fingers descend from your throat down your chest before pressing into your clit, a moan erupting causing Casey’s finger to fall from your mouth.
“Fuck,” you curse, the additional sensation pushing you closer to the release you could feel building deep in your lower stomach. Your eyes dart back to Casey, staring into his as you attempt to gasp out the words you wanted to say.
“Pl-please,” you whimper, the only thing you were able to utter. It seems to be enough for Casey who once again takes your chin in his hand, holding your mouth open for him. He spits onto your waiting tongue and you moan at the feeling, the action turning you on in ways you didn’t think possible. Your moan is quickly cut off by Casey capturing your lips in his, his tongue lewdly exploring your mouth as you whimper against his lips.
He finally breaks away, the hand that was supporting you disappearing, causing you to fall forward once again, once again catching yourself with your hands. The position, however, makes you perfectly in line with Casey’s length and you look up at him with pleading eyes before he speaks again.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he commands and you gladly do as he says, sticking your tongue out in anticipation.
You feel Matt’s movements still behind you and you can’t help but whimper at the loss but are also grateful for it at the same time. It allows you to focus entirely on Casey; the way his hands feel tangling into your hair, the weight of his cock as he taps it against your tongue a few times before sliding into your mouth.
You moan around him, feeling the silky skin, the firmness of him in your mouth almost too good to be true. This entire night felt too good to be true. You let your tongue move against him, tracing every vein you could find, worshipping him the best way you knew how. Your movements were not taken for granted as you hear the cascade of moans fall from Casey’s lips.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking good at this,” he praises, the words causing your pussy to flutter around Matt, still poised deep inside you.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you baby,” Matt’s rough voice sounds out and you moan again as he punches his hips forward, pushing you further down on Casey’s cock. “Like being told what a good girl you are, huh?”
Your only reply is another squeeze of your walls around him, your spine arching as you press back against him, another silent plea. Both Matt and Casey read your desperation with the insane ease that you should come to expect but it still takes you by surprise as they quickly fall into the perfect rhythm, one of them almost completely removing themselves as the other pushes in, placing you in the center of the most mind-numbing pleasure you’ve ever experienced.
The moans do not stop as their pace increases and all you can do is stay as still as possible and let them guide you. You gladly, happily, surrender your power to them, letting them take what they want, their combined words of praise fueling you forward.
So perfect for us. Such a good girl, letting us use you like this. Sweetest little thing.
It only takes a few moments before you feel Matt’s movements start to stutter, his pace faltering. You lift on hand to Casey’s thigh, putting enough pressure against his skin for him to understand and pull away.
“Matt,” you whine, your head turning to look at the man behind you, his hair falling into his face, his abs tight with the effort. “Please. Give it to me.”
Your words have their intended effect, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you are sure there are going to be bruises in the shape of his fingerprints there tomorrow. He fucks you crudely, the force of his thrusts rattling through your entire body.
“Yeah?” he growls, all sense of restraint evaporated like water in the sun. “Want me to cum in this perfect cunt? Want me to fill you up, huh?”
The only word that forms on your lips is ‘yes’ which you repeat over and over again as Matt continues his brutish pace, the filthy sound of him pounding into you echoing around the room. Your fingernails dig into the strong muscle of Casey’s thigh in an attempt to ground yourself. The feeling of Casey’s hand brushing through your hair is enough to pull your very divided attention back to him, if only to mouth at the base of his cock, not wanting him to feel neglected.
The sight of your lips pressed against Casey must have been enough for Matt as he thrusts into you one final time, his hips stilling, a long deep moan rumbling from his chest. You let out a similar moan at the feeling of his cum spilling inside you, the warmth of it causing your core to clench around him, your body almost desperate for every single drop he could offer.
Both of you stay still for a moment, catching your breaths, Matt’s head falling to rest between your shoulder blades. The weight of him draped over you makes you desperate, your own orgasm still hovering on the edge, not quite satiated. The new lack of movement only exacerbated your hunger and it isn’t long until you push your hips back, grinding against Matt.
You feel the chuckle vibrate against your skin before Matt lifts himself off of you. You hazard a glance back at him and see that bemused smirk on his face.
“What is it, darling? What do you need?” he teases and you curse, the now lack of his own desire making him more in control and therefore almost cruel.
“Matt, please. I’m so close,” you whimper, your hips still rolling against him. You feel his hands resume their original positions on your hips and you think he’s going to give you what you want but he instead stops your movements, pulling out of you slowly. A half-whimper, half-sob wretches itself from your lips at the loss, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Don’t worry, darling,” he coos. “I’m sure he’ll let you cum soon.”
Your brain is so hazy that it takes you a moment to fully register and understand his words. You gasp as Matt manipulates your body again, pulling you down to the edge of the bed and flipping you over, your back hitting the sheets. He grins down at you before leaning forward capturing your lips in one final kiss before he removes himself completely. You watch as he disappears behind a door, most likely to the accompanying ensuite and that’s where your eyes remain until a soft touch on your thigh pulls you back.
Your eyes dart over and your heartbeat quickens at the sight of Casey standing in front of, his sculpted body looking like something out of the Louvre. His fingertips ever so lightly graze up and down your thighs and your legs naturally fall open in response. You can see his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your ruined cunt, Matt’s cum leaking from you.
“Look so pretty like this,” he murmurs as he drinks in the sight of you and his passionate gaze reignites the goddamn blaze that he set in you all those months ago. His hand dances up your thigh once more, the barely-there sensation making your muscles quiver. The tremble pulls a smirk onto Casey’s lips as he holds you underneath his gaze.
“I always had this fantasy,” he purrs, his voice dripping with ecstasy, “ever since I first saw you, about how you would look on top of me. Riding me nice and slow.”
The image appears in your head and now you want nothing more than to make his fantasy a reality. The desire sends another tremor through you, which causes Casey to laugh.
“But,” he continues. “I don’t think that’s realistic for tonight.”
“There’s always next time,” you whisper, a little bit of uncertainty creeping back into your voice. An uncertainty that is immediately silenced by Casey surging forwards to pull your lips into his. Your arms lift to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close as he makes out with you, pouring what feels like every ounce of passion into you, your cup overflowing with his adoration. He breaks away from your lips, his forehead pressed against you, those stunning blue eyes staring into your soul.
“Next time,” he whispers and you smile, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips again.
Casey eventually pulls away, lifting himself fully upright, his hands dropping to your thighs again. You let him lift your legs, placing one around his waist and lifting the other even higher before resting on his shoulder. His head turns to gently mouth the delicate chain of the anklet you have wrapped there, the softness of his lips against your skin sending another shiver through you.
He does drop that leg to join the other and you hook your ankles behind him as he grips your hips, pulling you closer to him. You feel his cock slide against your soaked folds, a whimper falling from you as he nudges your clit, once, twice, before he is reaching down and aligning himself with your center.
The simultaneous moan that falls is nothing short of pornographic; his in response to you wet and tight around him, yours in response to the feeling of his cock stretching you open and hitting spots you didn’t realize existed. He pushes deep inside you until you are flush against his hips and you whimper at the feeling of being so completely filled.
“Such a perfect fucking pussy.” Casey punctuates his words by thrusting into you again, any breath you had left escaping your lungs in a whimper. Slowly, almost painstakingly, he picks up his rhythm, every press of him inside of you leaving you keening for more.
If Matt was a jackhammer, Casey was a chisel, chipping away your control little by little. His body falls forward to cover yours, his arms bracketing either side of your head as he continues to roll his hips into you. Your arms reach up to his back, fingers tracing over the scar tissue that dotted his skin, feeling his muscles rippling beneath, a testament to his strength.
You can feel your lower stomach tightening, your orgasm building with each pass of his length against your g-spot, leaving you whimpering underneath him. Casey captures your lips in his again and you arch up into him, leaving almost no space between your bodies.
He is all encompassing; the sight of him, his scent, the taste of his lips, the feeling of him rocking deep within you. You are so enveloped in him that you don’t register the hand disappearing from next to you, only to reappear between your thighs. Your lips from his with a shriek as he presses his finger against your clit, circling it and sending you hurtling towards the edge.
“Come on baby,” he whispers, his own voice strained. “I know you can do it. Be a good girl and cum for me. I want to see you cum for me.”
His gentle encouragement coupled with his movements is all you need for your orgasm to hit you with the force of a tidal wave, crashing through your body as a strangled cry rips from your throat. The feeling of your release pushes Casey over the edge as well, his hips faltering as he stills. His cum spills inside of you and the sensation of it – of him pulsing against your walls – has you succumbing to a second smaller orgasm, right on the heels of the first.
Casey almost collapses on top of you, his hand sneaking beneath your head to pull your lips to meet his. You deepen the kiss, your own hands clinging onto him, your tongues clashing as you stay wrapped up in each other.
“Fuck, that was hot.”
The deep voice that echoes around the room has you breaking away from Casey, both of your gazes turning in the direction of the sound to spy Matt standing in the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist.
You can’t stop the giggle that comes at his admission, your playful utterance in turn pulling a laugh from both men. The feeling of Casey’s hand brushing the sweat soaked strands of hair away from your face is enough for your eyes to return to his, a gentle smile on his face.
“Enjoy your summer night, sweetheart?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. You pretend to think, your gaze lifting in contemplation as you mull the question over.
“It was alright,” you reply, the teasing edge of your words obvious. “Although, I would’ve liked to see one of your guys’ heads between my thighs.”
Another laugh falls from Casey and Matt at your chirp, a quiet mutter of ‘insatiable’ falling from Casey’s mouth. He lifts himself away from you before pulling out of you, the sensation causing you to wince slightly, a reaction that is quieted by Casey’s soothing hand rubbing circles on your knee.
You hear Matt’s footsteps wandering across the floor and feel the mattress sink underneath his weight as he sits above you. You look up at him, his eyes darkened with renewed interest as his hand trails down over your face to graze against your lips.
“I’d like to feel your lips on me as well, darling.”
“Well, there’s always tomorrow morning,” Casey says and you catch the amusement in his eyes. “What do you think?”
“I mean,” you say, drawing the words out in jest. “I did say I wanted a memorable summer. Think you two can help me with that?”
You watch as Matt makes eye contact with Casey and you can a matching pair of devilish grins appear on their faces before they both fix their gaze back to you.
Yes. This… was going to be a summer worth remembering.
tagging two of my babes. first C (@comphy-and-cozy), happy birthday babe! and secondly Em (@texanstarslove) because some other fics, this all began with an idea i sent to her ages ago that snowballed into this masterpiece.
#nicole writes#casey cizikas fic#casey cizikas imagine#casey cizikas smut#matt martin fic#matt martin imagine#matt martin smut#new york islanders fic#new york islanders imagine#new york islanders smut#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey fic#hockey imagine
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it’s a dangerous thing - C. Cizikas
Summary: Casey’s relentless flirting is the bane of your existence (or is it?).
Warnings: flirting, implied smut but no actual smut, casey cizikas being seductive af
Words: 1.7k
A/N: Happy birthday my dear @texanstarslove! I had an absolute blast writing for Casey for the first time, Em, so I really hope you enjoy this flirty little fic.
Title from Hide the Wine, by Carly Pearce
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Casey Cizikas was a pain in your ass. There was no other way to describe him. He was the epitome of Trouble with a capital T, and by the way he smirked whenever he saw you, he knew exactly the effect he had – on you, on women in general, on every damn person in the room. There was just something so infuriating about the way he flirted so casually, relentlessly charming, knowing how it stirred you up and carrying on with it anyway. The man was a pest, and it took all your self-control to keep yourself from crossing the invisible lines you had drawn, right from the moment you’d met him all those years ago.
Personally, you thought he enjoyed how much he could push your buttons, how close you came to unravelling, how your heart raced faster and your breath came shorter. Trouble. Casey was Trouble and he damn well knew it.
“Now the party’s here!”
You rolled your eyes fondly at the crowing of Matt Martin as you sat down at the large booth, kissing Syd’s cheek in greeting and waving across the table to the familiar faces. “Excuse me, some of us take time to look this good.”
“And damn do you look good.”
Starting off strong tonight, apparently.
“Hello to you too, Casey,” you mused as he sat down on your other side, effectively trapping you in the booth.
You kissed his cheek in greeting too, Casey just winking at you as you settled back into your seat, leaving you to hide your heated face behind the large glass of wine that you’d picked up on your way across the bar. Being able to meet up with your friends like this wasn’t as often or as easy as you would like, with their schedule and with your own work, but nights like this with the full crowd around made up for everything. This evening was going to be a good one – you could already tell.
Time seemed to slow down as everyone started talking to each other, catching up, telling dumb stories, teasing the rookies, laughing at Mat for spilling his drink. Nothing out of the ordinary but it just felt so right to sink back into the swing of things, sipping at your wine as you let the stress of the week drain out of you.
“Alright, this round is on me.”
Casey’s voice rung out across the table, Anders in particular tilting his mostly-empty bottle in acknowledgement, people calling out their orders with enthusiasm.
“Shitty beer for Marty and vodka soda for Syd…” Casey listed, earning a middle finger from his friend, “And you…yeah you definitely need another glass of wine.”
As valiantly as you tried to ignore the way his murmured voice sent butterflies through your body, you knew he could sense something in your expression, in your eyes. He always could. It was a ridiculous super power.
“You trying to get her drunk?” Matt teased.
“Don’t need to get her drunk to have a good time,” Casey shot back.
Oh fuck. The smirk he sent you only made Matt laugh harder, earning both of them an unimpressed glance as you fought to hide the tingles that ran down your spine. Casey really was on a mission this evening, wasn’t he?
“So, wine?”
His soft words, murmured directly into your ear, made you break out of your thoughts with a soft gasp, and it took all your strength not to shiver when you realised how close he was leaning to you.
“Seeing as you’re paying, sure,” you nodded, smiling up at him.
“I like a girl who knows want she wants,” he grinned, standing upright, “Good thing I have the credit card to match.”
Oh fuck him.
“You are such an asshole!” you called out to his retreating back.
“And you love it!” he yelled over his shoulder, that familiar smirk on his lips.
You rolled your eyes as his teammates laughed, unable to stop yourself from smiling at his ridiculousness. There was something different in the air tonight, the bar crowded but not heaving, creating an atmosphere of absolute intensity that felt so incredibly electric – and you knew you weren’t the only one who felt it, by the glints in your companions’ eyes, let alone Casey being on fine flirting form. But you weren’t going to complain; something was telling you that the evening’s fun had only just begun.
Soon enough Casey returned to the table, having roped a few rookies into helping him carry the drinks back, and as always the attention turned right back to him.
“Baby, here’s your wine,” he said loudly, sitting down next to you once more.
“Oh my god, don’t call me baby, people are going to get the wrong idea,” you groaned, Syd just giggling.
“Maybe I want them to, ever thought about that?” he grinned.
“You are an insufferable flirt,” you said dryly, earning laughter from the group.
Casey just shrugged, unashamed. “Gotta do what I can to keep your eyes on me, no? Can’t say I like the thought of other guys having your attention.”
What?
His blue eyes blazed as they stared down into yours, sending your heart racing, and you bit your bottom lip briefly, steeling yourself as his eyes flicked down to watch. This flirting was different – more personal, with more of an edge. You could fight fire with fire, right?
“You don’t like the thought of other guys flirting with me? Buying me drinks? Making me smile?” you said softly, eyes wide and innocent as you took a sip of your new glass of wine, your words only audible enough for him.
His eyes flashed with an intensity that made you shiver. “You know I don’t. And even if you didn’t know…don’t play with me, baby.”
“I should’ve known you were the jealous type,” you murmured, pushing even further.
Casey’s hand slid onto your thigh, squeezing gently, making your lips part in a gasp.
“You have no idea,” he said lowly, “I don’t share.”
Oh fuck.
This had crossed the line that the two of you always danced around, never getting as close as this to tearing apart the fragile balance his flirting always left you on. What were you doing? What was he doing? Were you really going to fall into his arms and his bed like he’d always wanted?
As his hand squeezed your thigh again, you found your cheeks heating up at the intimate contact, Casey just smirking as you cleared your throat to clear your head. You didn’t know when his arm had slid over the back of the booth behind your back, but now it had inched down to rest across your shoulders, bringing you ever-so-much closer together, his chest pressed against your arm. To anyone around you, to any strangers glancing your way, it would just look like close conversation, two people talking intimately over the noise of the bar. But to you, you knew it was so much more; the way his thumb ran back and forth over the skin of your inner thigh showed that much. But the fact that you were willingly letting him break down those carefully crafted boundaries, his breath dusting across your cheek as his heated gaze watched you? Well, that was a whole new level that left you not knowing quite where you stood.
“Are you trying to flirt with me for real this time? Like, not just your dumb flirty banter you do with everyone?” you asked.
You had to know. You needed to know, because if he was just playing around you didn’t know if you could handle that. Not now.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at you as if he was trying to figure you out, before his smiled softly.
“Yes, is it working?” he said simply, seriously, telling you everything you needed to know.
Casey Cizikas wasn’t just flirting with you. He was seducing you. And it was absolutely working.
“Damn it Casey.”
“You’re so cute when you blush,” he added, leaning a little closer to you.
Your breath hitched in your chest at his words, voice so soft it was practically a purr, and you knew he noticed by the way his grin sharpened. You were falling, hook line and sinker, and he was ready to catch.
“You’re very lucky I have questionable taste,” you managed to say.
“So my flirting is working,” he grinned.
“Don’t celebrate too hard. It’s a slow night and there’s literally no-one else available,” you said, pursing your lips to hide your smile.
“Oh baby you won’t be thinking about anyone else when I’m through,” Casey murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Oh fuck, how was that so hot?
“Do you two maybe want to get a room?”
Matt’s dry teasing broke you out of your little bubble, your cheeks heating up again as Casey just laughed along with everyone else that you’d honestly forgotten were still around you.
“That’s a great idea, Marty,” Casey shot back, eyes flitting down to yours as his smile softened, “Your place or mine?”
You ignored the hoots and catcalls as Casey moved his hand from your thigh to your waist, beautiful blue eyes searching your face, questioning, giving you an out if you needed one. It was that gesture that made your decision for you.
“Yours,” you said simply.
His gentle expression shifted into that all-too-familiar smirk, making you shudder in anticipation, even as he linked his fingers with yours and flipped his cackling teammates off with his free hand.
“I’m going to give you the night of your life, you’ll see,” Casey murmured into your ear as the two of you weaved through the crowd.
Of that you had no doubt.
*
“Alright, you win, four times in one night is a record,” you laughed, panting as you ran a hand through sweat-damp hair.
Casey just smirked, sending fire through your blood. “Records are meant to be beaten.”
What had you gotten yourself into?
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what's the last fic you read and what did you like most about it???
oh my god you're going to really blast me on main like this...... but fine. i actually read two fics today that are both bumping around my brain so imma tell you about both LOL
off-season training by bbvhrla 🔒 (E, 11.9k) in which NHL Hockey Player Matthew Tkachuk does s.w. as a side hustle in the summer and accidentally stumbles on the minefield that is McDrai, and specifically McDavid's internalized homophobia.
Apparently I'm going to write an essay about what I like about this fic so more under the cut (dear god, when will i ever be brief about anything on this earth)
[Spoilers] Everything about this fic is damn INSANE. Like. I feel like I am crawling up a WALL with this. So firstly, there is something about the addition of Matthew to the McDrai dynamic that speaks to me a lot. He's kinda a wild card (as Leon put it in the fic) and it shakes up whatever status quo McDrai have fallen into by living out of each other's pockets for so many years. He pushes both of them and it's delicious to watch Matthew use his sensitivity/emotional intelligence to navigate that (this is a trait of Matthew that I have projected onto him that I LOVE to see in fics).
And I think there's something so powerful about reading a fic exploring internalized homophobia done well. Everyone goes through their own journey in their own time and that is okay WHILE simultaneously it may also hurt the people around them. One thing about this fic specifically is the characterization of Connor and how he battles this. There's a line early on where Matthew kinda laments the huge pressure that Connor is under already and then have to deconstruct internalized homophobia and come to terms with his sexuality... It's a lot.
I am so obsessed with Connor's single minded obsession with doing things "right" and doing things "perfectly". He wants it to be good for Matthew (and for Leon) that it actually is torture. He read ARTICLES about how to make this good and PRACTICED on Leon, like it's INSANE. I can't stand it. And Leon's so protective and in love and the way we get his POV, how into it he is.
Not to mention it's hot. Lol.
The other one I have less thoughts on but is in a similar vein but like VERY different.
skirting the line by ladyeggplant 🔒 (E, 29.8k) Matt Martin dealing with his own internalized homophobia as he becomes increasingly maddened by Casey Cizikas wearing skirts.
Now, it's super rare for me to read Matt/Casey fic. Like I think this might be among the first, despite them both being among my absolute faves since Day One. But the mental image of Casey in a skirt got me good.
I just love a fic where the main character slowly goes absolutely fucking insane. Just unable to gather his marbles. And then like, Matt just fucking gives up. And the ending is both tender and hot.
We love to see idiots in love.
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a/n: a little festive mat fic! written fairly quickly and minimally edited, but i wanted to get something out for the holiday! not too much more to say except i hope you guys all have a wonderful holiday and i’ll be quiet for the rest of the year, writing and stockpiling fics lol
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tw: a little innuendo, nothing crazy
summary: after spending the day hanging out with the team, you have some news for mat
“The snow was a nice touch,” you grin at Holly Horvat. A light dusting of snow is falling outside, the grass in the Horvats’ backyard already white.
Holly laughs, “oh, you know me. I have a connect to make sure even the weather is perfect for our events.” She pours M&Ms into a few small ramekins that are going to be placed around the kitchen island and dining room table where the kids will be decorating gingerbread houses.
The house is bustling with people and noise and you can’t help but love it. You miss having huge family gatherings, ever since your parents moved off Long Island and down south. The rest of your family is scattered to the winds, so it’s nice to be folded into the big team family get togethers. Joining a group of women who love any excuse to throw a party has been one of the biggest benefits from your relationship with Mat.
Half a dozen kids run past you - you spot the Bailey boys and Brock’s two oldest kids in the group as they blur by - holding jackets and their sneakers. “Mini sticks is getting moved outside,” Noah grins as he breezes past you, swiping a handful of M&Ms from the little bowl.
“Stay warm,” you tease, watching him follow the kids out the back door. A parade of adult men follow him - Wahlly, Casey, Josh, Brock, and finally Mat, who stops to give your waist a little squeeze.
“Kiss for luck?” He asks, puckering his lips at you in a dramatic duck face. You giggle and plant one on him, pulling back before he can slip his tongue past your lips.
Mat leans slightly against you, his face a little flushed already from the twenty minutes of mini sticks that’s been going on in the basement. “What do you need luck for?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Jacky’s got a wicked wrister,” Mat grins, referring to Casey’s oldest, “and no idea how to aim. Do you know how many pucks to the head I’ve dodged?”
A snort of laughter makes Mat’s lips turn down in a frown. “Oh, I guess you just don’t care about my health,” he sighs dramatically, pulling away from your side. “It’s fine. I’ll take a slap shot to the head and then you’ll see how much you miss my charming personality.”
“Dramatics,” you murmur affectionately, hooking your fingers in his belt loops. “He’s five and you guys use a Nerf ball. I think you’ll live.”
“Maaaat!” Jack comes barreling through the room and crashes into your fiancé’s legs. “C’mon! Everybody’s outside.” The little boy looks adorable in his puffer coat, a little beanie pulled haphazardly over his blonde hair. He wrinkles his face up at Mat in an impatient frown and you can’t help but egg him on.
“Yeah, Mat,” you prod him in the side, looking innocent, “everyone’s outside already.”
He rolls his eyes at you, but grins down at Jack and swoops him into his arms, making Jack shriek with laughter. You prop your chin in the palm of your hand and watch Mat tickle Jack’s belly while he carries him outside. Jack’s little sneakered feet are kicking in the air, narrowly avoiding Mat’s head.
“He’s really good with the kids,” Kristy Cizikas comments, coming into the kitchen with baby Cole propped on her hip.
You scrunch up your face at Cole to make him laugh, “it’s because he’s a big kid himself, right Coley? Huh? Is Matty a big kid?” You giggle at your own baby talk and warmth blooms in your chest when you’re rewarded with a gummy baby smile. “Ooh, you make cute babies,” you tell Kristy.
She shakes her head affectionately, “I swear, they’re all Casey. It’s like my genes didn’t even try.”
“Hey, in like six months you and Mat can start catching up to the rest of us,” Sydney Martin teases, easily passing Alice to you when you reach out for the one-year-old. Alice immediately grabs a chunk of your hair and you wince, untangling chubby fingers from the strands.
You hum noncommittally as you work. “We’ll see what happens,” you shrug. “Might be nice to just be the two of us for a bit.”
“But don’t you want that all the time?” Syd laughs, gesturing to you now that Alice’s fingers are hooked in your mouth. You pretend to nibble on them, making her shriek with laughter. She finishes helping Holly set out the candy, knowing the rest of the kids will start wandering their way into the kitchen.
“One day, definitely,” you nod, settling Alice more securely on your lap, one arm looped around her stomach. The little girl slaps her palms happily on the countertop and you giggle, resting your chin on her head. “No rush though.”
As you settle at the table with the kids, the other guys trail in and out of the backyard, the noise of mini sticks floating inside.
You get to be in charge of Alice during decorating, sitting in between Syd with Winnie and Ashlee with Luca while the kids decorate their pre-made houses. You squirt a line of frosting onto the roof and Alice uses her little pincer grip to place M&Ms on the line. “Oh, good job,” you tell her in a bright, encouraging voice. She rewards you with a half melted piece of candy smushed against your cheek.
“Mommy,” Winnie’s little voice pipes up, “Ali’s makin’ a mess.”
“So are you, Win,” Sydney laughs, wiping up a smudge of frosting off of Winnie’s sweater. “Everyone is going to make a little bit of a mess and that’s okay.”
From your spot at the island, you can see right out the back door and you watch the mini sticks tournament that’s happening. Kids versus adults and honestly, it looks like the adults are having a rough go of it. Mat’s on the ground, a pile of children fighting him. Whally has Cal’s oldest on his shoulders and you honestly wonder how that ended up happening. Sticks have been discarded and the Nerf pucks are strewn around. You watch Casey pull Jack out of the pile on top of Mat, his little arms and legs kicking. From the ground, Mat jokingly sticks his tongue out at Jack and you shake your head. Of course he has beef with a five-year-old.
Bo and Gunnar join the fun outside and Mat slaps the little boy’s hand in a high-five. Your stomach swoops a little. It’s always such a turn-on when Mat interacts with kids, but it’s a little different now.
Alice pats your hand and grumbles a little. “Whoops, sorry, Al,” you squeeze more frosting onto the house for her to decorate.
“Distracted?” Ashlee asks, pulling Luca’s frosting covered hand away from his hair. She wipes his fingers off with a napkin and gives him a pretzel to stick onto his little house. She pops another pretzel into her own mouth.
You hum. “Just making sure he’s not being totally steamrolled by a pack of kids,” you laugh lightly. While Alice works on the roof of her house, you put a few Starburts in place to act as a little pathway going to the door.
In the backyard, Mat stands up, Mack and Wyatt Bailey hanging from each arm. He shakes them gently and you can see both boys’ heads fall back with wild laughter. Meg looks up from where she’s helping Blake with a pattern of Smarties on her roof. “Honestly, if he wasn’t busy with, you know, his actual job,” she laughs, “I’d hire him as a babysitter. The kids loved when he lived with us.”
The entire kitchen of women laugh when the back door slides open and Mat steps back inside, shaking melted snow from his short hair. He stops and looks up, scanning the room full of laughing women. “What?” He asks, eyebrows drawn together. “I interrupt something? Want me to leave so you ladies can keep talking about me?” He laughs brightly, flashing his teeth.
“You can stay,” you offer generously, tilting your head up as he passes for a kiss. Mat’s hand is freezing when it cups your jaw and you flinch a little. He mumbles a ‘sorry’ against your lips before kissing them. When he pulls away, to a soundtrack of ‘awww’s from the women and a joking ‘get a room’ from Sydney, you continue, “but you have to take orders from toddlers, if you do.”
“Like I’m not already doing that,” he laughs, swiping a thumb over your cheekbone and sucking it into his mouth. “Frosting,” he explains, smirking. Your cheeks flush.
Winnie stands up on her chair and leans into you, poking at your cheek with her fingers. “Red, I wanna be red!” She bounces a little and looks over at Mat who scrunches up his whole face at her and tickles her sides, making her shriek with laughter and flop back into Sydney’s arms.
Sydney laughs and tickles Winnie’s side, “girlfriend, you’re collecting boyfriends around here like they’re Pokémon cards.”
Satisfied by the chaos he caused, Mat backs into the hallway, explaining, “I was sent to get more jackets and gloves and sh-stuff,” he course-corrects before letting the curse slip. “It’s freezing out there.”
He’s gone, rummaging through the massive hall closet, before reappearing wearing his own coat and holding an armful of the other guys’ outerwear.
“Who’s winning?” Holly teases, while you all watch Mat struggle to pull a beanie on without dropping anything. He fails spectacularly and gives up when he realizes that everything’s slowly falling to the floor.
Mat scoffs. “The kids, obviously. They’re unhinged,” he grins widely and you can tell he’s having a blast. There’s a chorus of his name being shouted from outside and Mat scoops up the dropped outerwear before dashing off to rejoin the fun.
Sydney leans in and nudges your side gently. “He’s going to be a great dad,” she whispers, smiling knowingly.
You chew at the inside of your cheek and manage a barely convincing smile. “One day, definitely,” you reply, holding an Oreo for Alice to chew at.
She shoots you a little side eyed look and you studiously ignore her, focusing on telling Reese Cizikas how great her house looks. Things start to get messy - well, messier - after a while and the kids get antsy until they’re turned loose from the table to run off around the house. While you clean up the candy, the guys come back inside with the older kids and you can’t help but laugh at how the three youngest men, including your fiancé, have kids hanging off of them.
“If you kids let go of the guys,” Holly says warmly, “I’ll pass around some hot chocolate.”
It’s a mad scramble for the kids to abandon Mat, Noah, and Oliver - and they actually look mildly offended when the kids just toss their jackets back at them in their dash for hot chocolate. You take some of the gear from Mat and lean up on your toes to kiss his cheek, “don’t look so sad, you can have another play date with your friends soon.”
“Menace,” Mat grins, reaching around to pinch at your ass.
“I’ll text Kristy,” you giggle, continuing the joke, “Jack can come over and beat you at mini sticks again.”
“I’m gonna toss your phone into the ocean,” Mat deadpans.
You lower your voice and lean closer to him to whisper, “how will I send all those pictures you like?”
“You can keep the phone,” Mat replies immediately and you laugh, tugging at the open edges of his jacket. He pulls you close and you wrap one arm around his waist, his body warm even though his hands and face are cold. You bury your face in his chest and stifle a yawn. Mat’s hand is warming your back where he rubs it up and down your spine. “Still feeling gross after that bug?”
“Not gross,” you tilt your head to look up at him, still cuddled against his chest, “just tired. Haven’t been sleeping well.”
“We can head home, if you want,” Mat offers, but you shake your head again. You like it when the whole group is together and you want to keep enjoying the time with your friends.
You pull back slightly from Mat’s arms, his hands still resting on your back. “I just need a little bit of sugar and I’ll be good to go,” you smile at him. His eyes twinkle before he leans down and plants a smacking, dramatic kiss on your lips.
“Good to go?” He teases when he pulls back.
“Not that kind of sugar,” you giggle, delighted by him always.
“You guys are disgustingly cute,” Ashlee says, breaking into the Mat Barzal bubble that you’ve been enveloped in for the last few minutes. You startle a little and some of the other wives laugh.
“Oh god, she forgot we’re even here,” Sydney shakes her head, an exaggerated frown on her lips.
Meg smirks, “thank god we interrupted them before it went too far.”
Your cheeks are warm from the teasing and Mat just turns on the charm, grinning widely at his teammates’ wives. “It’s all part of the Barzal charm,” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“What charm?” Bo chirps, coming into the kitchen with Tulsa on his hip. “All you’re good at is league mandated iPad time.”
“Don’t forget all the time he spends sitting on his ass on the ice,” Noah grins wickedly.
“Tell us,” Casey asks you, “is it part of his charm when he messes up common sayings?”
You giggle, sucking your lips into your mouth when Mat glares down at you.
“You guys suck,” Mat flips them off, immediately apologizing when he realizes some of the kids are still in the room. “Sorry, Holly, Meg.”
They waive off his apologies, sending him into the den with a tray of snacks for the kids. They’re watching a movie, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer if the familiar music is to be believed, and you know half the dads are also in the den, napping on the couches. Mat disappears for a while too and you leave him to the movie, knowing he’s exhausted. You get to hang out with the girls for a few more hours, interspersed with hugs and drawings from Gunnar and Winnie, before the party starts to break up.
Everyone’s gone slowly and then all at once, and you and Mat are walking the three blocks towards your house. He bumps your hip with his as you walk, his fingers laced with yours. “You coming to the game tomorrow?” He asks, getting a sense of what the week ahead will look like.
“Mhm,” you hum, “I’m going to go with Syd, so I’m not sure if I’ll end up staying the whole game. So make sure you do all the good stuff in the first.”
Mat bumps your hip again and you laugh, the sound echoing in the cold air. “I save all my best stuff for you,” he retorts, unlocking the front door and letting you step inside before him. He winks at you, his entire face scrunching up in his terrible attempt.
You scoff at him and flip the switches to turn on the Christmas lights, bathing the whole house in the warm glow of multi-colored string lights. You sigh happily, loving the over the top decorations you’d insisted on and the way the entire house smells like pine and cinnamon from diffusers and candles left open but unlit. Mat crowds your space and kisses the back of your neck.
“Couch time?” He mumbles against your skin.
“Couch time,” you agree, muffling another yawn.
You race to the bedroom, changing out of your clothes as quick as possible to get into comfy sweats and sweatshirts. Mat tosses a pillow at your face to distract you, but you swat it out of the air, nearly getting your foot stuck in the leg of your sweats.
“You like when I’m a weighted blanket,” Mat says, voice muffled by the sweatshirt he’s pulling over his head. “Why are you racing me to be on top?”
You don’t waste time pulling on your sweatshirt in the room and instead dart back out to the hallway and skip down the stairs, flopping onto the couch in just your sweats, completely topless. Mat’s hot on your heels and grumbles when he sees you yanking the fabric over your head. Smugly, you reply, “I don’t wanna be squished today. I want to use you as a body pillow.”
He submits to his fate and flops down onto the couch, oversized enough that the two of you could lay side by side and be comfortable, and opens his arms for you to crawl onto his chest. The both of you love the soft pressure of the other person laying on top of them so you’ve had to come up with a contest over the course of your relationship - first person on the couch gets to be on top. More often than not, you end up sprawled over Mat since it’s an easy way to transition into couch sex.
Now, you’re so tired you definitely will be keeping all of your clothes on. But you hum happily when you settle on top of him, your knees tucked nicely against either side of his hips, straddling his lap. When you curl up against his chest, your lower back stretches pleasantly and you wiggle a little, wrapping your arms around his torso and tucking your head under his chin. Mat’s arms wrap around you, one hand covering the back of your head so his fingertips can stroke against the shell of your ear.
He pulls the decorative blanket off the back of the couch with his other hand and arranges it over your bodies, making sure his feet stick out on the end so he doesn’t overheat. “You good?” He asks, his jaw bumping against the top of your head when he speaks. You nod against him and close your eyes, settling into his warmth. Mat turns on the TV, flipping it to ESPN before letting his hand rest low on the curve of your back, fingers grazing the top of your ass.
Mat’s heart beats steadily under your cheek and his hand is warm where it rests on your head. Couch time is exactly what you needed today. Your eyelids flutter shut every so often and you must fall asleep for a little nap because the next thing you know, it’s darker outside and Mat is running his thumb over your cheekbone.
“Hey,” he whispers and you lift your head to look at him blearily, momentarily confused.
“Hi,” you mumble sleepily, brushing your nose against his chin. “What time’s it?”
“Just after 4:30,” he replies and now the TV’s playing a rerun of The Office. He chuckles at a joke and rubs his fingertips against your scalp in a little massage. “You’ve been out for like forty-five minutes and I would’ve let you sleep, but I’m starving.”
Your heart skips a beat and you’re fully awake now. “Oh, same,” you say casually, rolling off of Mat and tucking yourself against his side. “I actually would love a piece of that gingerbread house that I ordered.”
“Gingerbread house?” Mat raises an eyebrow. “When’d you get that?”
“It was delivered the other day,” you explain. “I wanted something cute for our first engaged Christmas.”
Mat sits up, taking you with him and you wiggle around so you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, facing him. “I totally forgot to show it to you,” you shrug, proud of yourself for being so normal. “But why don’t you go take a look and bring me back a piece?”
“Yeah, okay,” Mat shrugs, scratching your scalp once before getting up. “Dessert before dinner usually means eating you out, but gingerbread is cool too.”
He says it so casually that you don’t really process what he says until he’s already in the kitchen. You bounce up on your knees to look at him over the back of the couch, yelping his name when it finally sinks in. He’s laughing as he pulls the new box down from where it’s been sitting on top of the fridge. “Took you long enough,” he laughs, popping the top of the white cardboard. “That nap really must’ve taken it out of you.”
You scowl at him but don’t reply, anxiously waiting to see his reaction to the gingerbread house. He pulls it out of the box and his lips quirk up in a little smile. “It’s cute,” he says, looking at the house, professionally decorated. “Way better than the ones the kids made today.”
A laugh works its way out of your mouth as he studies it, taking in the details. “Huh,” he mutters, more to himself than anything else, “three people. Must’ve read your order wrong, Squeaks.”
“Oh?” You breathe. “There were supposed to be me and you…” You trail off.
“Yeah, they’re here,” Mat reads the little names iced onto the gingerbread people. “There’s you and Mat and…” he falters, squinting at the third figure, bringing it closer to his face, “Baby B?”
He looks over at you, forehead creased and eyebrows drawn together over his nose. “Baby B?” He repeats the question and you smile carefully at him, hand sliding across the back of the couch so your fingertips rest on your stomach.
“Baby B,” you confirm shakily. Tears well at your lower lash line and you watch Mat for his reaction.
He blinks at you, eyes darting between your face, your stomach, and the gingerbread figure held in his hand. “Wait? Seriously?” He sounds dazed and you can’t blame him. You were freaked out when you took the test a week and a half ago. It’s been the hardest secret you’ve ever had to keep. “You’re…there’s a baby?” His eyes are wide and his jaw hangs open a little.
You nod. “It’s, um, been hanging out for like six-ish, seven weeks,” you whisper, flattening your hand over your stomach. Mat’s eyes track your movement and he exhales a shaky breath.
Mat breathes your name and crosses the room in a few large strides. He cups your cheeks in his hands and studies your face, wiping at the tears that drip from your eyes. “Hey, c’mon, why’re you crying?” He asks, panic edging his tone.
“I know it’s earlier than we planned,” you shrug, “I’m going to be insanely pregnant at the wedding. We won’t get to be, like, newlyweds at all and the honeymoon’s going to have to change or be cancelled altogether.” You ramble on, all of your stress releasing in run-on sentences. You already love the baby, but getting pregnant before the wedding definitely wasn’t the plan.
Mat chuckles a little and you realize it sounds a little watery, like he’s trying to hold back his own emotion. “We’ll figure it out,” he says gently, squatting down so he’s closer to your eye level. “I’m gonna be a dad?”
“Yeah,” you confirm again. “Are you freaking out? Because I’m freaking out.”
“I’m definitely freaking out,” Mat confirms on a hysterical little laugh. His fingers tremble a little against your cheeks. “But it’s a good thing, right? Like, we’re gonna make the coolest babies.”
You nod. “They’re going to have amazing hair,” you giggle wetly.
Mat leans forward to kiss you softly, tasting the tears on your lips. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, quietly breathing with you. “That, uh, wasn’t a stomach bug last week, was it?”
“No,” you shake your head against his. “I’ve had some pretty aggressive mid-morning sickness this past week.”
“How the hell did I miss that?” He asks and it’s mostly rhetorical because Mat is not the most observant of men on a good day, let alone during a week and a half period where they’re playing a game every other day.
You lean back and tap at your stomach with your fingers, “baby’s already pretty good about not inconveniencing you. It was bad after you’d already left for practice.”
“I kind of can’t believe our baby’s in there,” Mat says, looking down at your stomach. His hands fall to the back of the couch and his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach out and touch you, but he doesn’t.
“Me either,” you admit. “And I’ve had a week to get used to the idea.”
“Shit, Squeaks,” he shakes his head again, a little smile playing on his lips, “a baby. We’re gonna be in charge of a real baby.”
Your answering laugh is a little hysterical. You’re obviously not the first of your friends to have a baby, but it feels insane that you’re here, especially before the wedding. Your parents are going to be so annoyed. “Good thing we have friends who know what they’re doing,” you murmur, covering Mat’s hands with yours and lacing your fingers together. You look at your joined fingers and your heart lurches in your chest. Quietly, you ask him, “we’re going to be good at this, right?”
“Hell if I know,” Mat admits. You frown at him - that was less than reassuring, but at least he’s honest. He jolts a little, his eyebrows lifting into his hairline, and you cock your head at him in a silent question. “I realized,” he says, a little sheepishly, “that I never said I was happy about this, but I am. I’m excited, scared as shit, but excited.”
“Me too,” you let loose a relieved laugh. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear Mat say he was happy about the baby. It’s been a weight on your shoulders ever since that positive pink line appeared on the test. “Um, there is one thing you could do for me right now though.”
Mat perks up and nods, “yeah, whatever you need, babe. You’re going to be so sick of me and how attentive I’ll be.”
You have no doubt about that, but for now - “can you get me a piece of that gingerbread? I’ve been craving it since the stupid thing was delivered yesterday.”
Mat laughs and stands up to retrieve the cookie, much to your delight. It’s been taunting you for more than twenty-four hours now and you nibble at the gingerbread version of yourself happily. Mat flops down onto the couch next to you and you tuck yourself up against his side. His hand absently runs up and down your arm, his eyes focused in the direction of the TV, but not actually paying attention.
You’re quiet at his side, knowing he needs to process the news. You were lucky in that you were alone when you found out so you could freak out without Mat seeing just how scared you were. Now that it’s been a week of knowing and Mat’s reaction wasn’t a total meltdown, you can relax a little, even start to get excited about having a little summer baby. Mat will get to spend time with you and the baby since you’re due in late August, by your admittedly shaky math.
Subconsciously, Mat’s hand wanders down your side, splaying on your waist, fingers stretching to cover part of your stomach. He rubs his thumb against your ribs and a little huff of disbelief leaves his throat. “Too bad you’re not due before the wedding,” he says, looking down at you with a little smile, “she could’ve been in the wedding, like Gracie at Bearsy’s wedding.”
Your throat clogs with emotion, thinking of your baby being at the wedding, and you bury your face in Mat’s side so he can’t see how tears well up in your eyes again. “You can’t say cute shit like that to me right now,” you mumble, “my hormones are in overdrive.”
Mat pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling his thighs. He kisses the corner of your mouth and you sigh, resting your arms on his shoulders. “Let me know when I can start saying cute shit,” his grin is shit-eating, “because I just realized that there’s a chance we could put the baby in the Cup this summer.”
“Gotta win it first,” you counter, teasing him. He rolls his eyes and lets his hands drift over your stomach, broad palms covering the expanse of the still flat area.
“Got a new motivation now,” Mat replies and even though he still looks stunned, you can see how excited he’s getting about the baby.
You look down at where his hands cover your stomach and it’s all too easy to picture his hands holding a newborn baby with his eyes and your nose, a little shock of Mat’s dark hair on its head.
You can’t wait.
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hello 🥰 i’ve been matched with you for antoineroussel’s summer fic exchange! i would love to ask you some question so i can begin curating an outline for your fic!!
you’ve specified you like both reader insert or oc, is there one you are leaning more on?
you’ve also specified that you like to read about the follow players: andrei svechnikov, nathan mackinnon, cale makar, ryan graves, tyson jost, anthony beauvillier, anders lee, casey cizikas, matthew tkachuk, travis dermott, morgan rielly, mitch marner, colton parayko, brock nelson, matt martin. is there one you’re specifically leaning on and that you would like to have me write about?
as for plot… i know you don’t want something overly fluffy so is there a specific angsty trope you want? as you have specified you like: hurt/comfort, angst - unresolved, angst - with a happy ending. i can also mix them if you’d like (ex. a hurt/comfort but with a sad ending). and depending on that answer, would you also like smut included or no?
that’s all the questions i have for you as of this moment! i’ll come to you if i stumble upon some others ones in the future :-) thank you!
ahhhhh hi!!!! i'm so excited!!!!
i've posted my answers under the cut just cuz it's a little longer and stuff
you’ve specified you like both reader insert or oc, is there one you are leaning more on?
both is good with me! a she/her oc is good with me but i'd prefer a they/them reader, so it's whatever you'd prefer to write!
you’ve also specified that you like to read about the follow players: andrei svechnikov, nathan mackinnon, cale makar, ryan graves, tyson jost, anthony beauvillier, anders lee, casey cizikas, matthew tkachuk, travis dermott, morgan rielly, mitch marner, colton parayko, brock nelson, matt martin. is there one you’re specifically leaning on and that you would like to have me write about?
i'm happy with all of the above. if you want me to narrow that list down, i'd probably say andrei, nate, gravy, anders, and tkachuk would be like my top 5, but i'd be happy with any of the above, whatever would make you happy to write!
as for plot… i know you don’t want something overly fluffy so is there a specific angsty trope you want? as you have specified you like: hurt/comfort, angst - unresolved, angst - with a happy ending. i can also mix them if you’d like (ex. a hurt/comfort but with a sad ending). and depending on that answer, would you also like smut included or no?
i am a sucker for a good exes to lovers, or friends to lovers with angst because they think it's unrequited! i'm good with smut or without smut! whatever you feel is best for the story or what you would prefer writing!!!
i hope this helps! always here if you have any more questions!!!! thank you so much!!! i'm so excited!!!! xx
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If I wrote a Casey Cizikas fic, would you guys be interested?
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hi here’s a mobile about/navi you can look thru in case you’re new to my blog and wanted to gtk me ♡
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— i love mat when he’s speaking french cos he kinda looks like a smol bèbè. however, tito speaking french? don’t ask me about it i have a weakass pussy
— i’m an adult poc so pls pls lmk if you’re a minor before you interact with me. i don’t mind chatting with yalls but i tend to say things that would for sure get me to jail and i don’t think i’ve watched enough prison break for me to escape that shit
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players and teams you’ll often see on my blog:
in alphabetical order / (*) main hockeys
carolina hurricanes
andrei svechnikov* | xxxvii
sebastian aho* | xx
colorado avalanche
andre burakovsky* | xcv
cale makar | viii
mikko rantanen* | xcvi
nathan mackinnon | xxix
tyson barrie (i know i know. but for the sake of my sanity, let him stay here)
tyson jost* | xvii (simply can’t deal w this rn)
the whole roster actually
dallas stars
braden holtby
dennis gurianov*
jake oettinger
jason dickinson
roope hintz
tyler seguin | xci
montreal canadiens
carey price | xxxi
new jersey devils
nico hischier
ryan graves* | xxvii
pk subban
new york islanders
anders lee
casey cizikas
anthony beauvillier* | xviii
ilya sorokin*
jean gabriel pageau
mathew barzal* | xiii
matt martin
noah dobson
oliver wahlstrom | xxvi
pittsburgh penguins
evgeni malkin
kris letang
pierre-olivier joseph* | lxxiii
tristan jarry
sidney crosby* | lxxxvii
philadelphia flyers
philippe myers | v
travis konecny* | xi
vancouver canucks
elias pettersson* | xl
zack macewen
seattle kraken
jordan eberle
st. louis blues
colton parayko
tampa bay lightning
mathieu joseph* | vii
toronto maple leafs
mitch marner* | xvi
travis dermott | xxiii
what in the fucking fuck is this fuckery
marc andre fleury
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1k Cele-Bakery Masterlist
THE ORDERS
“Lead Me to the Garden” Chai Cookies (blurbs)
Blue Salvia [JT Compher x reader]
Candytuft [Tyson Jost x OC Madeleine Murphy]
(part of the “call my bluff, call you babe” universe)
Daffodil [Mat Barzal x OC Delaney Pierce]
(part of “the pull of you” universe)
Edelweiss [Matt Martin x reader]
(part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe)
Gardenia [Andrei Svechnikov x reader]
(part of the ”king of my heart” alternate universe)
Gardenia [Colton Parayko x OC Elizabeth Astor]
(part of the “would it be enough?” universe)
Holly [Tyson Jost x reader]
Myrtle [Casey Cizikas x reader]
Myrtle [Tyler Seguin x reader]
Oak [Brock Boeser x reader]
Oak [Ryan Graves x reader]
“Showstopper” Sugar Cookies (moodboards)
“at least we were electrified” with Matt Martin
(part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe)
Carnival Date with Andrei Svechnikov
“Knights of Silver & Gold” with Marc-Andre Fleury
Lake Shenanigans with Tyson Jost
Renaissance Faire with Brock Boeser
Vacation with Mat Barzal
“Wild and Wacky” Vintage Chocolate Cake (headcanons)
Getting Lost on a Long Drive with Tyson Jost
Going to a Sauna with Mikko Rantanen
Moving Into a New Home with Roope Hintz
“Sweet Like Honey” Buttermilk Honey Bread (playlists)
Forbidden Royal Romance with Andrei Svechnikov
(part of the “king of my heart” universe)Meeting in a Bookshop with Sidney Crosby
Unrequited Love with Erik Johnson
“The Apple of My Eye” Caramel Rose Apple Pie (fic recs)
Jake Oettinger
Mikko Rantanen
Sidney Crosby
Tyson Jost
“Too Good, Too Pure” Cinnamon Roll (ask games)
Top 5 NHL Players
Top 5 Places I’ve Seen
Top 5 Tropes to Read
Top 5 Tropes to Write
Top 5 Underrated Active NHL Players
Top 5 Vacation Spots
THE THANKS
First, I want to give a special shoutout to a few very special people who I cherish dearly and can’t imagine my time on hockeyblr without them:
Demi ( @wyattjohnston )
You are a bright, shining, sparkling light in this community. You are always so wonderful and welcoming to everyone and I can’t imagine both my time without you nor hockeyblr without you. Thank you for the support on my fics, for hopping in my askbox, and for literally everything you do!!!
Em ( @texanstarslove )
My goodness! I don’t even know how to describe how wonderful I think you are. You were one of the first blogs I followed here and I thought to myself “wow, she is so cool”. And look at us now! Thank you for allowing me to hop in your askbox and torture you with thoughts (or more accurately, thots) about our favorite hockey boys and for being an overall genuine and sweet person!!!
Lauren ( @laurenairay )
Words cannot describe how amazing and caring of a person you are! You are always taking time out of your day to send me sweet messages and always leaving the sweetest tags on my fics and just... wow! I always look forward to seeing you; in my askbox/messages, in my notifs, on my dashboard. Keep being the golden beautiful human you are!!
I also want to give a quick, special shoutout to three blogs that are not as active/inactive that I still consider very close friends and shaped my hockeyblr experience: Ilyana ( @hookingminor ), Alex ( @toplinetommy ), and Hannah ( @yeeehaw-hockey ).
There are of course so many other people/blogs I consider near and dear to me and that have made these years on hockeyblr so wonderful & who I can’t wait to become even closer with: @matthewtkachuk @thomasschabot @comphy-and-cozy @smileysvech @dissonannce @ilyasorokinn @fallinallincurls @raysofcrosby @barzysunflower @sorryjustafangirl @jarmorie @cellythefloshie @tippedbykreider @troubatrain @masonappleton @adamlowsy @rnuggethopkins @austennight @wanderinqhoul @kailyn-writes @typical-simplelove
Shoutout to every single one of you for being here!! If you didn’t see your name above, that doesn’t matter; I love you just as much! When I say I couldn’t do this without you, I mean it!!!
(no literally, this celebration wouldn’t exist if 1k of you didn’t decide to hit that follow button)
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Total word count: 111,688
Number of stories: 14
Number of blurbs: 33
Number of headcanons: 27
What a year!
Thank you so much for all of the love and support you’ve shown me and my writing over 2023. Over 111,000 words across full-length stories, blurbs and headcanons, throughout writing for players old and new – I can hardly get my head around the content I produced this year! I truly believe I have written some of my best (if not, my favourite!) works in 2023, and the interaction, comments & feedback I have received from all of you has been so genuinely heartwarming. I really cannot thank you enough, and there are definitely not enough words to show you the depth of my appreciation.
I have spoken to (and met!) so many amazing mutuals this year, and although I am not always the best with keeping in touch, mostly due to time differences, I adore all of you. Everyone who follows me has a special place in my heart – some days this ridiculous place is my only solace, giving me that bit of joy I cannot find anywhere else, and to know that I have a place here makes me so happy.
I have also read so many incredible stories from all of you as well! If anyone wants to read the fics that I have reblogged, please search on the ‘fic rec’ tag on my page – you won’t regret reading the work of these talented writers!
Here’s to a whirlwind 2023 – I hope you all have the most wonderful time bringing in 2024!
Just in summary, below the cut are all the full-length stories I’ve posted this year, which can all be found in my fic masterlist, as can the blurbs and the headcanons.
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January:
Casey Cizikas – It’s a dangerous thing
Tyson Jost – I’m the first in line
March:
Cale Makar – you can’t blame a girl for trying
April:
Jack Hughes – I loved and I loved and I lost you
May:
Anthony Beauvillier – we’re lost and found
June:
Jeff Skinner – gotta trust how you feel inside
Frederik Andersen – I’ll always guide you home
July:
Tyson Jost – the slightest chance love might exist
August:
Jake Oettinger – taking on the world together
Quinn Hughes – I need your hands on me, sweet relief
September:
Nico Hischier - sometimes you just don’t know the answer
Ryan Graves – When the time is right
November:
Sidney Crosby – I’m still haunted by the memories
December:
Philipp Grubauer – I never thought
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Tagging a few of you ❤️: @wyattjohnston @matthewtkachuk @tippedbykreider @jostyriggslover96 @thebookofmags @starshine-hockey-girl @typical-simplelove @fallinallincurls @senditcolton @kurlyteuvo @texanstarslove @cellythefloshie @sorryjustafangirl @thomasschabot @horsesandhockeyplayers @jostystyles @lam-ila
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New Year's Day | Casey Cizikas
Requested? Nah
Warnings? Drinking, a little bit of jealousy, New Years lmfao
Summary: You start and end a year with Casey
Word Count: 1,699
You and Casey Cizikas had the definition of a world wind romance together.
Thrown together by fate and the unsettling small unknown life of New York City so often that it seemed inevitable. The two of you were two halves of one whole.
“Are these all the drinks we have?” you ask Casey as you pass by the kitchen table nearly toppling over with all the assorted beverages anyone could ever ask for.
“No, I made sure we kept some in the back in case we run out,” he explains and you smile.
“You look beautiful by the way,” he says, stopping to place a kiss on your cheek before walking around the kitchen island to put away more drinks and food.
“I’m half dressed,” you retort.
“And gorgeous no matter what,” he responds equally as fast.
You roll your eyes but pad off towards your shared bedroom regardless. You were adorned in a night sky blue dress with gold sparkles distributed throughout to make it look like stars swirled across your body as you moved. Just as you finish pinning your hair into a half up and half down style, Casey slides into the bathroom behind you.
You watch in the mirror as he slides his hands up and down your waist before settling to wrap them around your figure, resting his head onto your shoulder. You tilt your head the opposite way, pushing in your earring before grabbing the necklace you wanted to wear and holding it up to Casey.
Without a word, he clasps the necklace around your neck and seals it with a kiss to your shoulder.
“I love you,” he murmurs with his lips still against your bare skin.
“I love you too.”
Within the next half hour, your house is filled with every close friend and practically almost stranger to you and Casey. All of his teammates, your best friend and all of your coworkers, everyone was crammed into your beautiful New York City apartment.
You spend most of the night watching as people mingle and wander around, Casey staying attached to your side the entire time, ready to ring in the new year together.
“(y/n)!” you hear someone call. You turn in time to see Barzy bounding over to you and your face lights up.
“Barz!” you greet.
You detach from Casey for a moment to wrap your arms around Mat. He squeezes you tight and when you let go he clasps hands with Casey in a typical guy greeting. Just as Casey lets go, his arm is back around your waist.
“Amazing party,” Mat compliments and you smile.
“Took a while to put together but it was definitely worth it.”
You and Casey talk to Mat for a bit before he spots his girlfriend and runs off with a grin on his lips that makes your heart flair for the younger islander. You had quickly grown fond of the younger islanders players on the team after meeting them through Casey. You loved their boyish smiles, bright eyes, fire for the game, etc. It was like watching your own kids grow up.
“(y/n/n)!” you move just in time for Noah to crash into you.
His arms circle your waist and lift you into the air and you giggle ridiculously as he spins you around. When he sets you down he’s beaming wide and you’re no doubt reflecting.
“This party is insane,” he says looking around the place and you grin sheepishly.
“Eh it was all Case,” you say, defaulting to your boyfriend and Casey turns and offers a tight lipped smile.
The first person you met in New York was defenseman Noah Dobson standing before you. You found he was kind and sweet and always willing to help and you were fast friends. However, when you started dating Casey, you didn’t realize how much your relationship with his teammate bothered him.
“You know he likes you, right?” Casey asked one night.
You had just said goodbye to Noah and were headed back to your apartment when Casey blindsided you with his question.
“What?” you ask, seriously trying to imagine the defenseman having more than friend feelings for you.
“He’s always falling all over you,” Zeeker continues, clearly frustrated with your lack of understanding.
“Case,” you said, stopping in your tracks and turning to face the blonde. “He’s just a friend. I picked you.”
That wasn't the last time you and Casey had little upsets over your friendship with Noah. However, you were simply grateful he didn’t ask you to stop being friends with him. It would crush you to lose everything at once like that if he did.
You couldn’t lose Casey’s laugh and smile in your life. You knew deep down no matter what fight you had, you and Casey would always come back. You’d always be there for him through the highs and the lows.
“I’ll talk to you later,” Noah says, reaching out to squeeze your arm before walking away.
“Have you seen Ann?” you ask Casey when Noah is out of earshot.
“Uhm,” he starts, turning to look around the room.
You realized you’ve lost all track of time and any sense of who was actually at this party and who wasn’t. You didn’t know if all of the isles players showed up and you certainly had no clue where all of your friends or coworkers were. The whole thing seemed like a fast blur.
“Guys it’s time!” you hear someone yell.
You and Casey turn to each other, giving the same look that begs the question of where did the time go tonight? Regardless, he pulls you out to your balcony, pushing to the front of the crowd standing there and leaning against the railing.
He pulls you against him and suddenly time slows down. Your hands come up to wrap around Casey’s neck without a second thought. His hands find their way to your body, one sliding up to rest on your hip, playing with the fabric of your dress mindlessly. The other inches slowly upwards, his first finger brushing the bottom of your chin and hooking it underneath until your face is pulled closer to his.
You gaze into his stunning blue eyes, the ones who have held your heart since they gazed into yours for the first time. Every time Casey looked at you like that it felt like he was seeing straight through you. He could see every flaw, worry, thought, feeling, etc. just by one glance into your eyes.
It made you feel incredibly vulnerable most days and other days it was a comfort to have someone know you so deeply. His hands on you felt the same way, with the added roller coaster effect to it. Every smile was like tilting over the edge of a big drop, and falling so fast you don’t know what happened until his lips are on yours.
You’re pulled out of the reminiscing when Casey’s hand presses to your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly tracing the skin there. Your eyes flutter shut and you think about how his skin has always felt like it belonged against yours.
“5… 4…. 3…” everyone chants behind you but you’re leaning into Casey before the countdown has even ended.
His lips press to yours and it feels like the fireworks and cheering is for the two of you and no one else. Like the world had purposefully stopped because your two souls had finally come together.
“Happy new year,” you whisper when you pull back enough.
“Happy new year honey,” he says smiling.
As you look around, you’re struck by the thought that ending a year and starting a new one with the one you love. The one that you wanted to do this with forever and always.
The minute the clock struck 12, people left in droves. It felt like minutes after your kiss that the apartment was empty but really it had been 2 hours. Casey shuts the door behind his last teammate and when you come back into the foyer he offers a tired smile.
“This place is a mess,” you say and he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Without warning, Casey slips an arm under your legs and sweeps you up into his arms. You let out a giggle and press your face into his chest.
“Let’s clean up tomorrow, yeah?” he asks and you nod.
You wake up a few hours later, the beginnings of a hangover pulsing behind your eyes and you’re considering just staying in bed for the rest of the day and never moving again. You roll over, realizing Casey isn’t there next to you and a frown finds its way to your lips.
You roll out of bed, grabbing the first sweatshirt you see and throwing it over you. You pad out to the living room and it hits you how messy the apartment truly is. You take a few steps into the room, your foot getting stuck on something and you stop.
You bend down to see what it is and a smile creeps up. You lift the polaroid off the ground, gazing at the photo of you and Casey from the night before. Your arms are thrown haphazardly around his neck, your head thrown back in a laugh, his lips pressed to your neck. It was the perfect snapshot of your relationship.
By the time you’ve finished cleaning the living room, Zeeker appears at your side. He’s dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and looks as if he’s also just finished cleaning as well.
“Accompany me to breakfast my love?” he asks.
“Of course.”
He takes your hand in his, pulling you out of the apartment and down to the busy New York streets. He grabs a taxi and when you’re inside, he tells the driver to head to your favorite bagel shop in all of New York.
Your hands stay intertwined in the back of the taxi, Casey squeezing your hand once, twice, three times.
“I love you.” Is the whisper in his touch and you squeeze his hand back and hope he knows how much you mean to him.
#casey cizikas x y/n#casey cizikas x reader#casey cizikas imagine#new york islanders fic#new york islanders x reader#new york islanders fanfic#new york islanders imagine#hockey imagine
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[soundtrack] Center Cannot Hold
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32bWNBF
by somehowunbroken
Casey can stop the worst things from happening out on the ice. Sometimes. He just can't control it, or what it does to him, as well as anyone would like.
[A soundtrack for the fic by blueorangecrush.]
Words: 58, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 12 of HBB 2019
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, Multi
Relationships: Casey Cizikas/Matt Martin
Additional Tags: Fan Soundtracks
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32bWNBF
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Road Trip | Isles Drabble
“Who decided this was a good idea again?”
Casey and Matty wear the same concerned faces, unsure about the road trip ahead.
“Relax Zeeker it’ll be fine,” you promise throwing a bag into the back of the car in which both boys roll their eyes at you.
“Boys! Let’s go!” you yell out to the remaining few isles stars who are taking forever.
Barzy, Tito, Oliver, Noah, and Anders bound out of your house, bags in hand and ready to head out.
Casey and Matty make sure everything is set and the eight of you climb into the rented SUV. You and Casey up front, Anders and Matty behind you, Barzy and Tito behind them, and Noah and Oliver all the way in the back.
“Why are we all the way back here?” Noah shouts.
“Because our princess has to sit up front,” Mat jokes and you whip around with a mischievous smile.
“You’re damn right,” you respond and the boys laugh.
“Also, seniority,” Anders chimes in and the rest of the boys roll their eyes.
“Everybody set?” Casey asks looking in the back through the rear view mirror.
The boys all respond in affirmatives and Casey sets off. The eight of you had planned this road trip for after the off season and as the isles schedule wound down, you became more and more excited.
You decided on Myrtle Beach, somewhere you had been plenty of times but the boys had never really been. It was a solid 12 hour drive but between the eight of you, it would hopefully be a breeze.
You grab the charger in the car, your phone somehow already dying in the 20 minutes you’ve been driving and it effectively steals aux. You scroll through your music, the boys not being totally checked out yet so you knew you could mess with them.
You scroll through your music, instantly clicking on Auston Matthews by Svdvm. The boys groan in unison and you can’t help but cackle loudly.
“Casey!! Why did you let her have aux?” Noah yells from the back.
“Suck my dick Noah, it’s a good song!” you yell back.
“Hush children!” Anders yells and you and Noah laugh ridiculously loud.
You continue through a rotation of songs that annoy each boy individually. By the time you’re finished, Zeeker pulls over and switches with Marty. You hop into one of the back seats, popping on a pair of beats and diving into one of the many books you brought with you.
You’re three quarters of the way done when someone taps your head and you look to see Anders staring at you.
“How did you do that?” he asks in awe.
“What?”
“You read that entire book in an hour.”
“It’s been that long already?” you ask, grabbing your phone to check the time.
Anders continues to stare like you’re an anomaly he’s never seen before just as Marty pulls over to get gas. You all get out, running to the bathroom, stretching, grabbing snacks, and switching seats.
You hop into the driver seat, deciding to focus on the road for a bit and tune out by yourself. When the boys come back out to see you, they stare.
“And what if I don’t want to see (y/n) drive? Is this where I catch a flight?” Oliver asks and you lean out the window to flip him off.
“Alright dorks,” Casey says, shoving Oliver into the car.
“(y/n), please go the speed limit,” Barzy asks and you gape at him.
“I’m the best driver out of all of y’all.”
“Whatever you say, baby.”
You end up driving for a good 2 hours and only stop when Noah offers to drive. You two switch off and somehow you end up in the far back with Beau sitting next to you.
“You okay bubs?” he asks and you realize your eyes had slowly been fluttering shut.
“Just tired,” you wave it off.
Beau frowns, leaning over to unbuckle your seatbelt and pull you in. Your head lands on his lap and the comfort is so strong you’re asleep in seconds.
“Should we wake her?”
“Nah just let her sleep.”
Your eyes fight to open but ultimately stay closed, the boys' voices floating around you. You feel hands around you and suddenly you’re lifted into the air.
You assume you’ve finally made it to your happy place, excited to start vacation with your best friends in the world.
“She really suggested a road trip just to fall asleep in the end?” Mat asks extremely close, no doubt being the one holding you.
“Yeah,” Marty says. “But she is kind of adorable.”
#imagine#drabble#casey cizikas drabble#case cizikas x y/n#matt martin x y/n#noah dobson drabble#oliver wahlstrom drabble#mathew barzal fic#anthony beauvillier x y/n#anders lee x y/n
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Fics: 15
Blurbs: 23
Moodboards: 10
Other Creations: 19
Total Word Count: 117,546
Total Notes: 2,350
While I felt like I was lost at sea a lot of this year in my personal life, you all made me feel safe and loved and cozy here in the little bubble of hockeyblr. And while there was definitely a lot more that I wanted to publish, I am glad of what I did accomplish. This year brought the formal introduction of a few original characters, a huge amazing milestone of 1k followers, some wonderful sleepovers and thirst nights, and a ton of lovely new friends. I can't wait to talk to, create for, and continue to bond with you all next year!!
Full Year Breakdown Below
January
Won't You Stay Til the A.M.? (Mitch Marner)
February-March
Call My Bluff... Call You Babe (Tyson Jost)
April
Do I Really Have to Tell You (Brady Skjei)
We're a Bad Idea (Matt Martin)
May
Masterpiece [Sneak Peek] (Nathan McKinnon)
June
Put Your Emptiness to Melody [Blurbs]
July
At Least We Were Electrified (Matt Martin)
1k Cele-Bakery
August
Breakable Heaven (Adam Lowry)
September
Taste of the Truth (Matt Martin)
Touch Me Like a Summer Night (Matt Martin & Casey Cizikas)
We Were Supposed to be Just Friends (Matt Martin)
October
If You Want It Done (Brady Skjei)
December
Maybe This Christmastime, You'll Realize (Tyson Jost)
Thank you to all of you beautiful amazing humans!!! @laurenairay @wyattjohnston @texanstarslove @comphy-and-cozy @smileysvech @cellythefloshie @fallinallincurls @tkachvkmatthew @dissonannce @matthewtkachuk @thomasschabot @m00nlightdelights @barzysunflower @gravestrain @jostystyles
(and if you don't see your name here, doesn't matter, I love you just as much!)
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What about myrtle with Zeeker
i love the idea of getting married to this man. random fun fact: over half of couples do not have sex on their wedding night and that was kind of the driving force behind this fic (plus a bunch of cheesy rom-coms)
word count: 1.1k
When the hotel door closes behind you, the reality of the day hits like a ton of bricks. Your feet were tired, you were sure that the imprints of your dress would last into the morning, and your voice was hoarse from singing.
And you had never felt happier in your entire life.
A feeling that you were certain was shared by the man standing next to you, his hand clasped in yours as you both took a deep breath.
Yesterday morning, you had woken up the same as you had a hundred times before. But tonight, you were falling asleep with a new last name: Cizikas.
You had married the love of your life, Casey. Part of you didn’t even believe it was real. But here you were, standing in the hotel suite with your husband after the two of you had celebrated your union long into the night. And all throughout those hours, his infectious smile never ceased and his bright blue eyes always managed to find you in the crowd.
A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you connect your eyes to his, which – as every time previously – were already gazing adoringly at your face.
“Ready?” he asks, his own smile softening as the exhaustion overtakes his features. You reply with a small nod and before you can blink, Casey is scooping up the train of your dress and helping you walk further into the room.
He doesn’t stop you until you are situated in the center of the room. You don’t bother looking behind you, the comfort and safety of being around Casey taking over. It was one of the many reasons you married him. Eventually, you feel his fingers deftly undoing your wedding dress, the fabric slowly loosening from your frame.
Your eyes flutter close as you take in the silence, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips when you feel Casey press a gentle kiss to the exposed skin of your shoulder.
“Do you want to take a shower or anything?” he whispers to you, the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.
“No, ‘m too tired,” you mutter, your declination accompanied by a small shake of your head. “Let’s go to bed.”
Casey’s only response is to take your hand and spin you to face him, the expression on his face still soft.
“We at least got to take off your makeup,” he says, brushing a thumb over your cheekbone. “Even though you look really pretty.” You can’t help the small laugh that rumbles from your chest.
“You think I’m pretty?” you tease, your grin widening as you smile up at Casey.
“You’re the most gorgeous human I’ve ever met.”
The delicate words make your heart flutter in your chest. This was the man you married; perfect and sweet and now… all yours. Forever.
You feel the gentle tug of Casey’s hand in yours, attempting to guide you to the adjoining bathroom. But you plant your feet, stopping him and causing Casey to turn back to you, the gentle confusion painting his features. One that you return with a somewhat wicked grin of your own.
“No fair that you get to undress me,” you coyly explain. It’s only a second before your grin is reflected on Casey’s face. He takes his place in front of you as your hands come to undo the rest of the buttons on his white shirt, his bowtie and tuxedo jacket abandoned long ago. Your fingers untuck the fabric from the waistband of his slacks before pushing the shirt over his shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor.
Casey doesn’t hesitate to pull you close and kiss you. You deepen the kiss, your arms coming up to rest on his shoulders as his arms wrap around your frame. The two of you stay there for a moment swapping kisses until you eventually pull away.
“I’m going to change and wash my face and brush my teeth and all that stuff,” you rattle off, shaking your head slightly at the jumble of words that fall from your mouth.
“I’ll probably join you in a minute,” Casey says, pressing one more kiss to your lips before you walk past him towards the bathroom door.
You stop at the sliding mirror doors of the closet to grab the pajamas your friends had placed there earlier that evening before shrugging off the rest of your wedding dress and hanging it up. You’d pack it properly in the morning. Right now, you just want to sleep.
The cold tile of the bathroom feels heavenly on your aching feet as you pull the oversized t-shirt over your head before grabbing your wipes and scrubbing off the makeup that you paid for a professional to put on you. It felt a little weird to be taking off all the effort and return to ‘normal’ but you knew that was just how it was. The wedding was a party. The marriage is what lasted after all the glitz and glam faded.
You throw on your headband and start washing your face and right as you have the bubbles of cleanser sitting on your skin, Casey walks into the bathroom and you hear the small laugh comes from him at the sight of you. You just look over and grin at him.
“Still think I’m pretty?” you tease.
“I’d marry you all over again right now if I could.”
The response is smooth and easy and yet still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. You didn’t think there would ever be a day that Casey wouldn’t illicit that reaction from you and you hope you were never proven wrong.
Casey waits until you wash off the suds before walking over to the sink and beginning to brush his teeth. You join him in the process and the two of you stand next to each other: elbows occasionally knocking, shooting each other little looks in the mirror, and taking turns with the sink.
Both of you finish and Casey instinctively grabs your hand, leading you back into the bedroom and it doesn’t take you long to find yourself nestled under the soft white hotel bedsheets, Casey slipping onto the mattress next to you before turning off the lights.
Without thinking, you move next to him, taking your place curled up into his side, your hands tangling with his between your bodies. Casey welcomes you and you sigh, sleep creeping up on the edge of your consciousness. But before you drift off, you hear Casey’s hushed voice cut through the darkness.
“I can’t believe it. We’re really married.”
“Yes we are,” you reply, your own voice weighed down with tiredness, your eyes fluttering close. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
Casey doesn’t respond for a moment and you think maybe he fell asleep but soon you feel the brush of his lips on your forehead before he settles back down next to you.
“No other person I’d rather be stuck with.”
#1k cele bakery#nicole writes#casey cizikas fluff#casey cizikas blurb#new york islanders blurb#nhl blurb#hockey blurb
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🐝 - your turn to give a status check on the mikko side of our mikko/jt threesome mind meld creation 😘
& if I’m allowed to do 2 - I would love to see where your creative brain is at with your evermore series! I am so excited to see everything you come up with and absolutely love the idea of a series to that album, written by you specifically! 🫶🏼
- @comphy-and-cozy
you can absolutely ask for two @comphy-and-cozy 🤍
🔥Unnamed Depravity🔥
I have the entire smut planned out but right now it’s literally just the ‘stage directions’ – this happens then this happens then this, etc. But it is 1.6k of just that so the actualy fic is going to be an adventure. I can share two quotes of breathless praise from JT.
“Fuck, I can see why you wanted to keep her to yourself.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
🍂Evermore Fic Series🍂
Like above, I have the general plot of every fic in this series planned out. So, it’s really a question of which you’d like to hear more about:
The aftermath of a divorce, the pain and the relief of it all, with Brady Skjei (Happiness)?
Casey Cizikas scaling up your fire escape to confess his love to you in the middle of winter (Evermore)?
An immortal meeting the reincarnation of her ex – the magical version of right person, wrong time – with JT Compher (Right Were You Left Me)?
Tyson Jost being the only one that knows how to comfort you after the loss of a loved one (Marjorie)?
The story of two very different New Year’s Eve parties with Anthony Beauvillier (Champagne Problems)?
#health & happiness celly#as you can see i have a lot of plans#just not a lot of writing#but that happens to every writer i feel
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