#josty blurbs

[mikkomacko]

DATING TYSON JOST-INSTAGRAM POSTS

Happy Tyson Tuesday and Josty birthday! (and pie day too I guess) Sorry I've been MIA just been busy. Anyway here's something cute and simple to celebrate our favorite guy

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Josty17: Chilling with my chilled Coors light 😎

#ad #21+

📸: your.instagram

Coors light: We love to see it

Landeskog.92: Influencer era

JTCompher: making the big bucks now I see

Your.instagram: sorry y'all he's a transplant and hasn't learned that banquet is better

-> Newhook18: tell him teach

->your.instagram: school's not really his thing unfortunately

->Josty17: Hey! I went to college

LOConnor: DU would've taught you better bud #SkoPios

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Your.instagram: 2 minutes and he still didn't realize I was sitting here

Tagged: Josty17

ColoradoAvalanche: Mr.Influencer has learned to ignore the camera

Josty17: Didn't realize it was visiting hours at the jailhouse

-> your.instagram: 🎶 mama I'm in love with a criminal🎶

6ErikJohnson6: Josty give her the attention she deserves before I do

-> your.instagram: wearing your sweater next game 🫶

->Josty17: Oh dear...

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Josty17: A screenshot from today's daily FaceTime with mom. If anyone's looking for a photographer hit up momma Jost

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Your.instagram: Don’t be shy Tys post the birds nest of bed head you cropped out

->Josty17: I’d have to reveal your cute squishy face and that’s a hard no

->Josty17: squishy face is for me and me only

AndreBurakovsky: you make out with your girl while your mom is on FaceTime??

->JTCompher: confirmed mommy issues Josty

->Josty17: we were not making out I was pinching her face together to make her mad

->your.instagram: then we made out

->Josty17: babe stop we did not make out in front of my mother

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Your.instagram: Uber driver was really hot but only played SoundCloud recordings of his ukelele 7/10

Tagged: Josty17

JTCompher: he's working hard for that tip

Cradnec: Wow cutie. How do I request this driver?

->Your.instagram: offer to buy his dinner and he'll respond within 2 seconds

Josty17: I play Justin Bieber upon request

-> Your.instagram: no one requests Justin Bieber

->Josty17: I'm a Pisces... please don't spite me...please no fighting :(

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Josty17: My girl dressed me for this one. Apparently pinstripes are in

Landeskog92: Hope you play as good as you dress

6ErikJohnson6: Did she pack your lunch for you to?

->Josty16: extra juice box and everything

-> your.instagram: I also wrapped his booboo finger for him 🥰

Your.instagram: wow you're almost as hot as this winning streak #GoAvsGo

->Josty17: Gonna keep turning up the heat 🔥

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Your.instagram: He clearly wasn't pleased to see my Condor jersey tonight

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MelLandeskog: you travelled to see your man and still didn't wear his sweater?! Brutal

->your.instagram: Toasty needed to be humbled after he ignored me in the box and didn't throw me a puck last game

6ErikJohnson6: I love my fans (you) but more importantly I love my haters (Josty)

->Landeskog92: Fan behavior from both of them

Josty17: The lord giveth (my girl at my game) and the Lord taketh (her in my mortal enemy's jersey)

-> Your.instagram: The lord giveth (a hot hockey bf) and the Lord taketh (him giving my warmup puck to the 5 year old with a sign)

-> Josty17: Babe he was a child and it's a rubber disk

->Your.instagram: *my rubber disk

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Josty17: Snow days >>

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Makar8: That's a Canadian welcome if I've ever seen one

->Josty17: warm greetings for our adopted Canadian y/n Josty

->Landeskog92: y/n Josty?!

->Josty17: Figured I'd give her time to get used to it before it becomes her name

Your.instagram: Tys at home days >>

->Josty17: clingy gf days >>

->Your.instagram: clingy for you 25/8

->Josty17: <3 :-)

AndreBurakovsky: please tell me your mom didn't take this pic

->Josty17: this is the work of an overbearing and imposing sister

->Your.instagram: an overbearing and imposing sister that we love with all our hearts

->Josty17: my girls 🫡

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Your.instagram: Josty fan girls rise up

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6ErikJohnson6: you're telling me he's naked in the middle of a Canadian winter??

->Your.instagram: #FreeTheNipple is year round baby

JTCompher: Josty fan girl here. Thanks for my new lockscreen pic

->Your.instagram: Strength in numbers

Landeskog92: Hot

Josty17: Didn't even give me a heads-up so I could flex for ya

-> your.instagram: your abs are the star of this show please stop complaining

->Josty17: Would've hiked my shorts up higher if ya asked ;-)

->Your.instagram: Thighs are for my eyes only babes

[laurenairay]

Kinda want to watch the first episode of Wednesday when I get home from work, but I also still have three remaining blurb prompts to write 😅

[jostystyles]

hi, can you do “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.” for tyson

a/n: this is so much longer than a blurb. i'm not even sorry. also, this is my shitty attempt at smut. apologies in advance for how bad it is. please do not read if you aren't 18+ !

The bar was crowded, but not too much that you couldn't move. The Handsome Gambler was one of his favorite spots so far. It reminded him of a place you'd find out west, with sort of a country vibe. Nightlife in Minnesota was everything he was told it would be, and even more so that he got to spend the summer with his buddies. He got to connect with friends new and old, one of those being (Y/N). They'd met back in North Dakota as freshman, and stayed friends ever since. She lived in Minnesota for work now.

Tyson wasn't physically attracted to (Y/N) at first. He cherished her friendship above everything. Sure, she was cute, but wasn't really like the girls he usually went for. But once she came home from studying abroad, that changed everything. She was no longer the shy, quiet, insecure girl who he became best friends with.

She was fucking hot. He felt guilty for seeing her the way he did sometimes, and how often he thought of her alone in his bed at night. But he was head over heels for her, both in the romantic sense and the lustful one. He knew something had shifted between them this summer, and the sexual tension was such a tightly wound coil, it was bound to snap at any second.

He hoped tonight would be the night. From the moment she walked in the bar with some of their friends, he was ready to drop to his knees right then and there.

(Y/N) was wearing a light blue satin dress, if you could even call it that for how much it covered. It hugged her curves in all the right places, showing off her thick hips and putting her breasts on display perfectly. Tyson had a ton of respect for women, more so than the average man he liked to think. But tonight, all that went out the window. The only emotion he was feeling was pure lust.

He hoped he could get a moment alone with her, but before he knew it they were both at least 2 drinks deep. Not enough to be drunk, but just enough of a buzz. He wandered up to the bar for another, and felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with his favorite set of (Y/E/C).

"Hi." She spoke, a sly smile appear across her face.

"Hey, (Y/N). Come to get another drink too? 'S on me. Whad'ya want?"

"Vodka Red Bull. And I also just wanted to get away from Liv. She won't stop trying to set me up with her dumb neighbor."

Tyson hummed, feeling jealous even though he knew he had no right to be. "I'm glad we're alone now. I can finally tell you how good you look. That dress sure was made for you." He flirted, reaching out to squeeze her hip.

(Y/N) smiled, reaching for her drink the bartender just placed. Leaning closer to him, she spoke, "Thanks, Tys. Also, I'm not wearing any underwear. Just thought you'd like to know." With that, she took a sip of her drink and sauntered away.

Tyson stood bewildered for a second, thinking. Did she really just say that to him? Was she being serious? He looked up, meeting her eyes across the room. He felt his cock harden as she made glances toward the bathroom at the back of the bar. Time moved in a blur, and before he knew it she was standing in front of him. Grabbing her hands, he slowly backed her up against the wall before they were face to face, his lips hovering above hers.

"Was I too forward?" She teased, a slight smirk on her face.

Tyson scoffed, using his free hand to grab hers that was settled on his thigh, moving it to his crotch. "No, I think you were forward enough."

"Going to do something about it then, Josty?"

Slamming his lips onto hers, he grabbed her leg and hiked it up around his waist. This wasn't exactly how he pictured their first kiss, but no going back now. (Y/N) let out a high pitched moan and Tyson felt his cock growing harder each second. She was spread open enough that he could feel her wetness on his jeans, and that was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Breaking the kiss, he swung the door to the bathroom open before picking her up swiftly and setting her down on the counter. He didn't bench 250 at the gym for nothing. Locking the door, he moved back between her legs.

"You sure about this?" He said.

(Y/N) let out a soft laugh. "Never been more sure about anything. I've only been dropping hints for like, 4 years."

"You're telling me we could've done this 4 years ago?"

"Shut the hell up and eat me out, Tyson." She said, smiling as she pushed his shoulders down.

"Don't have to tell me twice." He uttered, dropping to his knees. She placed one of her legs on his shoulder, pushing him towards her sex.

Tyson pressed a few soft kisses to her inner thigh, before making his first move. He licked a stripe up her folds, before landing on her clit. He circled his tongue around it a few times before sucking it lightly, then a bit more harsh the second time. (Y/N)'s hand was wrapped in his mop of curls, the other one gripping her breast. Her breathing was heavy, and her head was thrown back against the mirror. She let out a squeaky moan, her mouth wide open in pleasure.

Tyson continued his actions, this time pumping one, two fingers inside her. This caused (Y/N) to wiggle slightly, tugging a bit harder on his hair. Tyson rutted his hips toward nothing, moaning into her cunt.

"Fucking Christ, you're good at this, I'm so close." (Y/N) practically cried.

As if to bring her closer to her orgasm, tyson glanced up at her through his eyelashes, his free hand finding hers and giving it a squeeze. Making kitten licks to her clit and curling his fingers inside her, he could feel her walls start to pulse.

"Oh my god, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, Tys." (Y/N) wailed, feeling the coil in her belly start to snap. She moved to bring Tyson's head off her pussy, but he relented. She came harder than she'd ever before, from any previous partner or toy. A string of curses fell from her lips as Tyson rode it out with her. He licked up every last drop of her sweet juices, before pulling off with a squelch.

His hand still holding hers, he used his free one to wipe his face, licking his fingers that once rested inside her. (Y/N) sat, her back to the wall, breathing heavily and coming down from her high. She shook her head with a smile at his slutty actions, doing that while not breaking eye contact.

"Was that good?" Tyson spoke.

(Y/N) sat up. "Was that good? You literally just gave me the best head of my life and you're asking me that?"

Tyson blushed with a smile. "Just an honest question, babe."

(Y/N) leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. The kiss was sweet, and she knew there were feelings behind it for both of them.

"How's that for an honest answer, huh? Ok. My turn to return the favor."

As she pushed off the counter and started to drop to her knees, and fiddle wit his belt buckle, Tyson was sure he was seeing heaven tonight.

[fallinallincurls]

🫶🏻 also, idk if you’re willing to do this and i understand but if you’d write a blurb w josty of him comforting his partner after losing a dog, id enjoy it bc im putting mine down this week and figuring out ways to cope :,) ily <3

emmie, i'm so sorry & sending so much love your way <3 i hope this makes you feel a little bit better

it's only been a few days, but the pain of losing your dog hasn't gotten any easier to handle. she was your best friend and had always made you smile no matter what. without her, your apartment is quieter and there's a huge gaping hole in your life that can't be filled.

tyson hated seeing you so upset and was there to say goodbye to her before offering his shoulder to cry on while supporting you in any way he possibly could. but one night when he was holding you in his arms as you slept soundly, he had an idea that he hoped would bring a smile to your face and ease some of the sadness about losing your dog.

so after practice today, he told you had had a few errands to run and he'd be home a little after lunch. with that, he got to work. after consulting both kacey, his mom and yours, the plan was set and admittedly, tyson has never been so nervous.

but when he gathered all the bags and headed up to your apartment, his worries disappeared. he knows he could've shown up empty handed and you still would be happy to see him because it lifts a weight off your shoulders. so this was just going to be a perfect surprise.

when he opens the door, he finds you reading on the couch like usual. you offer him a soft smile before getting up to greet him with a kiss. tyson's heart flutters for a moment until he notices the undeniable amount of sorrow in your pretty eyes.

"hi, babe." he murmurs, kissing your forehead which earns him another small smile.

"hi, tys. errands go well?" you ask, but then catch a glimpse of the unusually large amount of bags in his hands. "what in the world did you get?"

"your usual coffee order," he begins, handing you the coffee with a happy glint in his eyes, "everything i need to make your favorite dinner and dessert later, and this." tyson pauses, gently placing the grocery bags on the counter before presenting the white box shaped like a house.

"you went to build-a-bear?" the question is full of laughter and confusion, but tyson just nods in response.

"i did. open it." he encourages you. you meet his gaze and then carefully begin opening the cardboard box. you have no idea what he's up to, but you go along with it anyway out of curiosity and it's obvious that tyson put a lot of thought into this.

inside is a stuffed animal puppy with a heart shaped name tag around its neck that looks almost exactly like your dog. the name tag even has your dog's name on it.

"ohmygod, tys," you whisper, holding the stuffed puppy in your hands so delicately. tears immediately well up in your eyes and you don't waste any time giving him the tightest hug ever. "you didn't have to do this, but thank you so much."

"i'd do anything for you, baby. and i know how hard it's been without her so i thought this might help. but there's something else." he explains, voice thick with emotion as he holds you close and presses a kiss to the top of your head. he squeezes the stuffed puppy just slightly and the familiar bark of your dog fills the room which only makes the tears start to fall. "i asked your mom for a recording of her happy bark as you always called it. so you always have a piece of her."

you can't think of any words that would be enough to properly thank him so you just hug him again, mumbling "i love you's" into his chest. he's the kindest boy you've ever known and the fact that he loves you will forever be your biggest blessing.

[senditcolton]

For your birthday prompts (happy happy!) what about #25 with Josty perhaps? Please and thank you!

this one is smut not spice. and not vague smut like a previous blurb, this shit is explicit so 18+ only please and thank you.

One look and I am sold, you've got me on my knees.

“Hey, babe, I don’t mean to rush you but we need to go.” You hear Tyson’s voice carry into the bedroom from the adjacent living room and you can faintly hear the rustling of paper and jingling of keys as Tyson gets everything ready for your departure.  

It was the night of the Sabre’s holiday party, thrown at Alex Tuch’s house and Tyson was nervous. You understood his desire to arrive in a timely manner, make a good impression. After being traded twice in less than six months, he wanted to show that he was here to stay and that he was a good teammate and even better friend. You understood that.

But you also weren’t sure why he still felt he needed to prove himself. You hated how these trades had changed him, made him doubt himself and his abilities. Everyone in Buffalo loved him, the team started winning as soon as he started playing and from all intents and purposes, every one of his new teammates seemed to love having him around. You missed the confident fun Tyson that you knew, one who wanted to better himself because that’s who he was, not because he thought he was forced to just to survive.

You hoped that this night with everyone else would bring him back.

With a final sigh and a last-minute check of your hair and makeup, you open the bedroom door and walk into the living room to see Tyson pacing, his shoes already on and his hair one of his hands running through his hair. He hears your footsteps and doesn’t even turn to look at you before he is moving towards the counter, ready to grab the keys and White Elephant gift, his words moving at a mile a minute.

“Okay, ready to go? It takes about 30 minutes to get to Alex’s house from where we’re at and that means we might be a little late but I don’t really know if there is a set time but you know, I want to get there early, maybe help out with any last-minute decorations or food or –”

You gently cut him off by grabbing his wrist, drawing his attention to you. His eyes finally connect to yours and you hold his gaze, steady and strong as you gently remove the items from his hands, just so you can replace them with your own fingers.

Tyson’s eyes are still locked on to your frame as you inhale deeply, a silent cue for him to copy you. The two of you continue like this for a moment, your calming presence helping to calm him down. It’s when you believe he has finally settled do you speak.

“Tyson,” you say gently, one hand moving to cup his jaw, thumb running over the stubble there. “Breathe. They love you. Everyone loves you. You don’t need to burn yourself out trying to get their approval or their respect. You can do that by being yourself; that fun, light-hearted yet passionate and driven person that I know you are. The person that I fell in love with.”

You smile as you watch the tension leave Tyson’s frame, that adorable crooked smile appearing on his face.

“What did I do to deserve someone like you,” he muses, causing your heart to do somersaults in your chest. He leans into to give you a small kiss and you thought that would be the end of it but Tyson’s free arm wraps around your waist keeping you pressed to him as he continues to speak.

“How did I get so lucky to be dating someone as kind and caring and beautiful and fucking sexy as you are,” he whispers, and your next words die on your lips as you watch Tyson’s eyes shamelessly rake down your body, feeling your breath catch in your throat when his eyes connect back to yours, the fire within them clear.

“You are stunning baby,” he says, pulling your chin up so his lips meet yours. His hands trace down your sides and you whine into his lips at the shiver that he sends rushing through your body. Tyson’s lips fall from yours, down your jawline to the soft skin on your neck. A soft moan escapes you as you feel one of his hands slip underneath the hem of your dress, gently caressing the skin of your upper thigh, a moan that Tyson hears and which draws his attention back to your face, his hungry eyes sending a rush of heat to your core.

“I thought you said we have to leave,” you ask breathless, Tyson’s hand still resting on your thigh.

“You were right. We don’t have to get there first. The start time is more of a suggestion than anything else,” Tyson explains, his body moving to press you deeper into the living room until the back of your knees hit the edge of the couch, a gasp falling from your lips.

“What has gotten into you?” you laugh, the humor seeping in to try and distract yourself from the warmth that was slowly growing in your abdomen. Your teasing was effectively silenced when you felt Tyson’s fingers creeping close to your core and you can’t stop your body from reacting, hips rolling towards him in desperation.

“I’m just trying to show my appreciation for my amazing girlfriend,” he explains, his voice light despite his actions making you feel the exact opposite. “Can I not show her how much I love her?”

As soon as the question fell from his mouth, Tyson’s fingers connected with your core and you couldn’t stop the moan that he pulled from you. He stroked your folds through the fabric of your panties, your arousal soaking through the thin lace and Tyson lets out a similar groan at the feeling of you so wet for him. You found your previous resolve weakening with every continuation of his movements against your core, as he presses soft kisses into your neck, his lips moving up to land by your ear.

“Please baby, let me make you feel good,” he whispers as his fingers deftly slip under the fabric of your panties, finally connecting with your cunt and pressing against your clit. Another moan rips from your chest as you grind your hips against him, amazed at how wound up he makes you and amazed at the quick transformation from the nervous wreck he was a few minutes before. This was the confident Tyson that you had missed and you’d be damned to stop him now.

“Yes,” you breathe out, accepting his offer and watching as a smile crosses Tyson’s lips. Tyson’s hand disappears from your core and you whine at the loss of contact. Your whimper quickly turns into a moan as Tyson pulls you into a passionate kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as his grips your waist tight. You gasp into the kiss as he effortlessly leans you down, placing you onto the soft cushion of the couch.

Your legs open to allow him to press closer to you and Tyson quickly occupies the space as his hands trace up your body, dancing along your breasts, teasing them through the fabric as he continues to kiss you. You mewl into kiss as his hands jump down to gather your skirt, pulling over your hips to expose your core.

Tyson’s lips start to follow the familiar path across your jaw and down your neck, never pausing in one spot, careful not to leave any marks on your skin, knowing that he’ll have plenty of time to do that once you two return from the party. He drags his lips across your collarbones and down your sternum and you are certain he can feel your heartbeat pounding out of your chest. Your hips buck up towards him, silently pleading for him to move to the area that you needed him most.

Finally, Tyson moves lower, his knees dropping into the plush rug in front of the sofa as his hands travel up the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips to help him pull the lace down your legs. Your legs attempt to close when the cool air of the apartment hits your warm core but Tyson’s hands are instantaneous, pulling your thighs back open and you gasp at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin. He places kisses up your inner thighs, putting his lips everywhere but where you wanted him.

“Tyson, please,” you whine above him, your hips once again bucking towards him. The only reply you receive is a small chuckle at your desperation before he finally, finally, places his mouth over your soaked pussy.

You throw your head back against the cushion, your back arching as his tongue traces up your slit. He moans at the taste of you and the vibrations send a shuddering jolt up your body. His mouth moves against you, his tongue dipping in and out of your folds and you can’t stop the soft moans and muted curses that fall from your lips. He licks a bold stripe up your cunt and when his lips close around your clit, the moan that is ripped from your chest is downright pornographic.

“Fuck, Tys,” you cry out, your legs tightening around him. He looks up at you from his position between your thighs, his eyes connecting with yours and you let out another moan at the sight of his face buried in your core.

His lips never leave your clit, his tongue moving to flick over the bundle of nerves, skillfully bringing you closer and closer to the peak, the familiar feeling of your orgasm tightening in your lower stomach. You gasp when you feel two of Tyson’s fingers slip into you, slowly pumping them in and out, your walls fluttering around him, his tongue never stopping his ministrations against your clit. He curls his fingers and perfectly hits that sweet spot, causing you to bolt upright from the couch, your one of your hands moving to tangle in his hair.

“Oh god, fuck baby, right there,” you whine and Tyson lets his fingers graze over that spot once again, pulling another moan from you as you collapse back onto the couch as Tyson continues the movements of both his fingers and his tongue, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You dissolve into a mess above him, your head thrown back and your free hand gripping the edge of the cushion so tightly you were almost worried you might rip it.

“Fuck. Fuck, Tyson, please,” you breathe out, the pressure in your stomach threatening to burst. Tyson lets his teeth gently scrape over your clit and the combination of that, his tongue, and his fingers still pounding into your g-spot, the coil in you snapped and your orgasm crashed over you. You cry out his name as his movements never cease, prolonging your pleasure for as long as he could.

The aftershocks cause you thighs to tremble around him as you slowly come down. Tyson’s lips and tongue are still moving against you, cleaning every last drop of your cum from you before he finally removes his fingers. His hand raises up to your face, his fingers gently tapping against your mouth and you close your lips around them, moaning at the taste of yourself and the still gentle movements of Tyson against your core.

Eventually, his mouth disappears as he raises his body up to hover over you, watching you with is pupils blown wide before he removes his fingers, quickly replacing them with his lips and you melt into him.

You feel Tyson gently pulling down your dress, moving your legs over and you gasp when he grips your hips once again, this time he pulling you up off the couch. Your knees shake a little from the aftershocks of your orgasm and Tyson holds you tight until you find your balance again. He breaks away from you as you smooth down fabric of your dress and your hair, trying to piece yourself back together again. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Tyson lean down and pick something off the floor. You realize that it is your panties and you hold your hand out to take them from him. Tyson doesn’t hand them to you, instead choosing to stuff them into his back pocket.

“I don’t think you’ll be needed them later tonight,” he chuckles and you blush at the mere insinuation of what’s to come. Tyson leads you to the front door, placing your coat around you before grabbing the keys and present before ushering you towards the door, his hand heavy on the small of your back.

“Come on, let’s make an appearance at this party so we can leave as soon as possible,” he laughs and you can’t stop the giggle that falls at Tyson’s words, happy to have your beautiful amazing boyfriend back by your side.

[eightmakar]

can you do ‘Seriously,when are you never horny?’ + josty

posting nsfweekend blurbs - thanks for all the requests <3

you woke in the morning, sunlight pouring into tyson's room. you felt a hand caressing up your arm. you rolled your eyes as you felt his morning wood pressing into your back.

"mm, good morning," he hummed, kissing your arm.

"seriously, when are you not horny?" you asked, rolling onto your back to look up at him.

a sly grin came over his face. "i don't know what you're talking about."

you rolled your eyes again, then checked the alarm clock on your bedside table. "tyson, it is too damn early to be horny."

"i know you're not a morning person," he teased, "but i bet i could make you one." he rolled on top of you and softly kissed the tip of your nose before kissing down your body, coming to settle in between your legs.

"not when it's this early you can't."

"is that a challenge?"

[comphy-and-cozy]

hit me with the exes to lover masterlist!

oh man! I think I only technically have like one or two formally categorized as exes to lovers but there are a few that follow the vibe…

exes to lovers masterlist:

the mystery of love (andrei svechnikov) every summer has a story (andrei svechnikov) midnight rain (brady skjei blurb) this unnamed josty blurb pregnancy (chris kreider blurb)

send a trope/kink that you associate with my blog and I’ll make a masterlist of my fics to that theme!

[cellythefloshie]

OMG I'm sorry ! I'm the one who requested the Nathan Mackinnon imagine ! 😂😂 I promise that I was not trying to make you sad 😂, I totally understand, I'm a Dallas Stars fan so for a while I didn't read anything with Tampa Bay !

- 🇧🇷

No need to apologize hun! I know my negative feelings for COL will fade with time - and I wasn't going to cry, I hope I made someone laugh with my attempt at humour. And I think a lot of people still try to avoid anything Tampa Bay! I hope you liked the Josty blurb I was able to provide in the absence of Nate.

[butgilinsky]

3 fluff w tys 💖💓

3. When I find my peace of mind I’m gonna give ya some of my good time - Red Hot Chili Peppers (Soul to Squeeze)

it was a busy week, one where the two of you never seemed to be at the apartment at the same time for too long. with tyson’s hectic schedule and your job crunching numbers at the end of the month, both of you had been scrambling around to get things out together.

it wasn’t easy but the two of you had fallen onto a mutual agreement that you’d stick it out for the next week or so and you’d reassess at the end of all things chaos. it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t fun but the two of you were meant to beat all of the odds.

your shoulders felt heavier than they’d ever been by the time you got home, pushing the door open with your foot as soon as the lock clicked. you were holding your bag in the same hand whose arm was cradling a stack of files. your other was holding your keys now as well as a bag of food that was meant for you and tyson to share but the smell that you walked into led you to believe he beat you to the punch.

you rounded the corner and smiled at him sitting at the kitchen counter with a fork hanging out of his mouth while he typed something on his phone. he looked up at you, scrambling to get out of his chair and on his feet so he could take some of the things you were carrying out of your hands.

absent of the fork they once held, his lips dropped down to yours in a sweet kiss that had you chasing his lips just moments after. he hummed when you held him close to you, struggling to hold onto you with the stack of papers and files he now held onto.

“what was the for?” he asked with a teasing smile by the time you pulled away. his curls flopped a little and fell in front of his forehead, silently telling you he’d been home for hours and had already showered and made himself an entire meal.

“i just miss you.” he heard the exhaustion in your voice, the way that you pushed out a heavy sigh at the same times that your shoulders fell.

“well put all of your stuff down and go change. i don’t have to be up in the morning and if i’m not mistaken, neither do you.” an involuntary moan slipped past your lips at the realization that you’d be able to sleep in the next morning under the arm of your loving and caring boyfriend.

tyson took everything out of your hands and waited for you to disappear and come back in a fresh set of clothes that were far more comfortable than your pant suit. your hair was pushed out of your face that was now free of any makeup you once wore. with tyson standing in the kitchen, you walked up behind him and leaned into his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his back. he leaned back into you slightly and rubbed his hand over your arms in an attempt to soothe you.

“baby you’re so tense.” you whimpered slightly which caught his attention and made him spin around, looking down at you with eyes bigger than the moon and a bottom lip forced out into a pout.

“it’s been such a long week.” his hands grabbed your cheeks while his lips pressed into your forehead. you relaxed at the simple touch, basking in the feeling of his curls tickling the top of your head and his fingers rubbing circles onto your temples.

when the microwave alerted that your food was newly heated up, tyson grabbed the plate from the fridge and tugged you into the living room with him. he sat behind you on the couch, legs on either side of you while his thumbs dug into the knots growing in your shoulders. you shouldn’t have felt the weight lifting off your shoulders so easily but you did, visibly relaxing under tyson’s touch.

“you just needed a few good rubs, huh?” you laughed gently at his implication. leave it up to tyson to find the perfect moment for teasing.

“specifically from you. they never work if they’re not from you.” he hummed at that and kissed the back of your head.

“i’m sorry things are hectic and i’m sorry that we’re not in sync right now. i promise that when I find some time and my peace of mind I’m gonna give you all of my good time.” your smile met your eyes as the words tumbled past his lips. you leaned back against his chest and hummed softly at the thought.

“now that sounds like a great time.” the laugh that filled your ears made it impossible for your heart not to soar.

“i love you so much.” you returned the sentiment, contemplating for a moment what you would ever do without him.

[barzzal]

untitled blurb

“will i ever gonna see you again?” he asks, the feeling of being the one left behind entirely foreign.

she shrugs with a sigh, “i don’t know. maybe.”

quietly, despite already knowing her answer, there comes a quiver in his lips, trying to muster enough courage to finally ask, “do you really have to go?”

with a catch in his throat whilst her eyes now misty with longing and sorrow, she offers him an apologetic smile.

“i’m sorry.” she says, reaching to caress his cheeks.

slowly, he nods as he helplessly held her hand as close as he possibly can. “it’s alright. i know.”

the final boarding call envelops the place, the noise of the crowd heightens, robbing more of their time.

i need you to be okay.

“i want you to be okay.” she tells him instead, clutching him close to her before she finally lets go.

“you know i will be.”

[comphersjost]

HEAR ME OUT tyson jost... as your ex... fucking u in the bathroom of a party... calling you a brat (his brat?) xoxo

THE LOML ?? BUT MAKE IT DARK??? IM READY (def ooc tys)

send me thoughts and blurb requests here!

“fuck, you feel so good, missed this so much.”

a high pitched whine escapes your throat as tyson’s hips meet your ass with a crude smack echoing in the bathroom.

“shh, shh, shh,” he croons mockingly, “wouldn’t want anyone to catch us, would you?”

you gasp and shake your head frantically, reaching up to cover your own mouth with one hand, the other reaching behind you with your fingers splayed out over tyson’s stomach.

the bathroom counter is starting to warm up from where you’re pressed against it, tyson’s hands gripping your hips so tight he left bruises.

“ah ah ah,” he chides, grabbing your wrists and pinning them roughly behind your back. “did i say you could do that?”

“n-ah-no,” you whimper softly, unable to help the moan that escapes you when his cock nudges against your sweet spot.

“oh, right there?” he growls, hips shift back and then forwards again to hit the same spot. he laughs when you keen and arch your back. “fucking brat.”

you whine again, unable to stay quiet on your own, “please, please, let me - i can’t - fuck - i can’t -”

tyson buries his cock to the hilt in your cunt before releasing your wrists. his fingers wind through your hair and yank you up until your back was arched against his chest. the new angle makes you sob, a sneer pulling a tyson’s face when you do.

“little brat can’t do what she’s told, hm? that’s okay, i can keep you quiet, i’ll take care of you.”

his tone is dark, making you shiver, but the underlying promise is obvious.

i’ll take care of you.

the hand in your hair falls to you hip, the other sliding up your sternum to your throat, fingers curling around your neck. you let out a small whine at the pressure, before tyson squeezes and the sound is cut off.

with no warning he resumes his thrusts, the tip of his cock pounding at a spot inside you that was sending you careening towards the edge. you try to tell him, to warn him that you’re almost there, but his hold on your throat makes it so that all you can do is take short gasps of air.

he doesn’t need you to tell him, anyway, tyson knows your body like the back of his hand, sometimes better than you do.

“that’s it, is my little brat gonna come?” he coos, hand snaking around your hip to rub your clit in tight circles. “do you deserve it? brats don’t get to come, do they baby?”

his eyes are piercing yours in the mirror, everything is too much, and you can only hope that your eyes convey to him all the begging you would do if you could afford to be loud.

“fuck,” tyson hisses as you clench around him, just a second away from falling off the edge, “my little fucking brat, hm? you’re lucky i’m feeling so generous, gonna make you cum all over my cock, baby.”

you let out a choked moan and nod frantically, digging your nails into his forearm as your orgasm hits. tyson murmurs filth into your ear as you cum, extending your bliss with ever snap of his hips. low groans and growls leave him as the walls of your cunt tighten impossibly around his cock. he lets go of your neck and pushes you back down on the counter with a hand on your back, thrusting one, two, three more times before burying himself as deep as he can and freezing there, rope after rope of his cum filling your spent pussy.

the heat spreading inside you adds to your daze, a blissed out expression on your face. the feeling of tyson’s warm mouth trailing up your spine and over your shoulders makes you smile despite yourself.

he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and affectionately murmurs, “together or not, you’re my little brat.”

[gabelandescrocs]

Kiss Cam Mishaps - Tyson Jost

Summary: You attend one of Tyson's games and an intermission bit sorta exposes your relationship with him.

A/N: I suck at summaries butttt heres a short blurb for the birthday boy! Happy reading xx

The seats were packed in the arena tonight as the Avalanche were going against the Vegas to fight for a spot at the playoffs. The first period was a bit of a stale game as both teams still have yet to take the lead at the scoreboards.

As the final few minutes of the intermission approaches the announcers voice bellows through the area while romantic pop music blasts with him. The players are introduced back on the ice and the jumbotron displays the camera taking a pan of the stands--the fans all waving when they see their face at the big screens.

"Ladies and gentlemen, to celebrate National Couples' Day here at Ball Arena, we're gonna spread some love for a few lucky people tonight with our Kiss Cam! So pucker up buttercup!" the announcer finishes his dialogue as the camera stops at a middle-aged couple sitting together both wearing black and gold jerseys staring up at the screen. The lady notices first and nudges her partner who finally notices and plants a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"Our first couple! Come on man, its a kiss cam! Give her a real one!" the announcer eggs on, the camera still on them waiting for them to kiss. The people around them cheer and claps echo through the place as he kisses her fully on the lips this time. Both of them laughing and gesturing the camera to move on. You smile as you can even hear stick taps from the players down the ice who were watching on as well.

The camera moves onto seats closer to yours near the ice to two young fans that must be around ten and eight. Sitting next to each other they jump up seeing themselves at the big screen with identical smiles on their faces. The siblings point and wave as their mom and dad tell the boy closest to them to kiss his younger brother on the cheek. The crowd cheers again and the camera goes around your area to find their next couple.

You see Tyson take a skate around the ice and the crowd cheers again as the Kiss Cam continues. He looks up and and catches your eye quickly sending you a wink. You blush and shake your head at his smug face seeing your reaction going back to the bench.

Being preoccupied, you don't notice though was the group of friends piling back to their seats next to you and cheering when they see themselves being shown on camera.

"Dude! It's showing you on the Kiss Cam! Look!" one of the guys in the group shoves the guy next to you accidentally making him knock shoulders with you almost spilling his drink. He apologizes profusely and you tell him its fine assuring there was no harm done. The camera zooms in on your little exchange and the crowd cheers. Both of you look up at the jumbotron and it immediately turns awkward for the both of you having to be publicly forced to kiss a random stranger. The guy looks about your age, just a bit taller than you--his eyes shift from you to the beer in his hand unsure of what to do when a faint chant of 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' starts around the crowd before it spreads across the whole arena.

You were frozen in your seat as you send a panicked expression to the guy next to you and then down the ice where Tyson was clearly watching the whole situation transpire. Some of his teammates look at Tyson who was currently had his shoulders squared, jaw tight glaring at the screen above him. You frantically make an 'X' with your arms and shake your head at whichever direction the camera was getting you from afar hoping they just accept the awkward rejection and pick someone else.

"Come on! Its all in good fun you guys!" the announcer chimes in over the crowd. "He's not my boyfriend!" you yell thinking the attempt could be heard over the chanting. You point at the number 17 on the jersey you were wearing and then at Tyson at the ice who was now looking slightly amused by your actions trying to get out of the awkward situation. You and Tyson haven't really made any public announcement of your relationship, so you'd understand if they mistake you for some crazy fangirl who wouldn't kiss a stranger and looked like she was asking a kiss from the athlete instead.

"I'm sorry, miss but you can't kiss Tyson Jost even though we all want to do it," the announcer jokes and laughter echoes through the stands. You cover your face in embarrassment groaning. This is the worst.

Thinking you could just go ahead give the guy next to you a friendly kiss on the cheek to finally get it over with, you hear the crowd cheer again.

You look up and see Tyson skate across the ice and stop in front of you beckoning you to come closer to the glass separating him from the crowd. You look at him confused but walk over feeling even more conscious having a large group of people looking on. Tyson smiles widely at you and kisses his gloved hand and presses it to the glass. You laugh and mimic his actions and the crowd cheers at the cute exchange. He sends you another wink giving you a smirk along the way making youlaugh even more.

You return to your seat and see him give a playful glare at the guy sitting next to you making a 'I'm watching you' gesture before he skates back to the bench, his teammates tapping their sticks on the boards cheering and chirping him while the other players finally take their spots for puck drop.

Well, that was one way to announce your relationship.

The game ends with the Avs being on top, beating Vegas with a 5 - 2 score. Tyson getting two goals and an assist making him one of the stars of the night.

Tyson takes half his gear off in the locker room before Lauren approaches him for a short interview on his game tonight. Answering most of the questions with the basic hockey lingo explaining their plays and tactics on the ice. Pucks on net. Stronger defense. etc.

"Well, I'm going to let you go but one more thing. You seem to make a pretty adorable scene back there during the intermission, care to tell us more on that?"

Tyson chuckles a bit and his hand comes to the back of his neck, "Yeah, uh that was my girlfriend Y/N. I invited her to watch the game, though I guess I picked the wrong night because she almost had to kiss someone that wasn't me," he jokes and Lauren laughs along.

"You two look very cute together, hopefully next time we get a Kiss Cam we get the two of you again!" she says before ending the video and congratulating him again on the game.

[laurenairay]

Congrats Lauren!! Can I get funny kiss with Josty please thank you I love you 💚

Funny Kiss – Tyson Jost

Words: 730

I really hope you like this silly little blurb Demi! I love you too 💚

~

“So this is the famous Domino?”

At the mention of his name, your 6 month old Beagle puppy yapped, darting forward to crash into Tyson’s legs, making you groan.

“I would say he’s usually more polite than this, but he really isn’t,” you mused.

“Nah he’s just got a lot of love to give, don’t you boy?” Tyson grinned.

Domino barked happily as Tyson crouched down to give him some fuss. You almost felt like sighing in relief, if you were being honest. You’d been dating Tyson for only a month, but he’d been desperate to meet your dog, cooing over the photos you’d shown him on previous dates, so you’d suggested a date at the dog park to finally introduce the two of them. You hadn’t been nervous exactly, not with how sweet and easygoing Tyson was, but if Domino didn’t like him then it was an absolute red flag for you.

With the way that Domino had flopped onto his back for belly rubs already though, it didn’t look like you had to worry.

“Shall we get going?” you said, smiling down at the scene in front of you.

“Yeah of course! You have his B-A-L-L with you, right?”

Bless his heart.

“I do,” you confirmed, trying not to laugh at how cute he was, “You can throw it later for him.”

Tyson looked almost as excited as Domino.

The three of you ended up spending nearly three hours at the dog park, walking and talking with interludes to throw the ball for Domino to fetch. It might have been one of the most low-key dates you’d ever been on, but honestly, it was also one of the best.

And Domino was clearly as besotted by Tyson as you were, which was a huge plus.

But eventually, you made it back to your apartment, and you left Domino in the kitchen drinking a large fresh bowl of water before rejoining Tyson on the sofa in the living room.

“Do you take him to the park every day?” Tyson asked, smiling.

“I try to, yeah. This apartment definitely has enough room for him to walk around in, and the shared backyard access is fine for bathroom breaks, but he needs to run around as much as he can so I do my best.”

“Any time you need a dog walker, hit me up. For real, he’s the best,” Tyson grinned.

“You are crazy, but definitely the sweetest,” you laughed, shaking your head.

Tyson just shrugged, still smiling as he raised his hand to cup your face, leaning in to kiss you. But just as Tyson’s lips pressed against yours, a heavy weight crashed into you, breaking the two of you apart.

“Domino, no! Down!”

But your excitable dog didn’t listen, yapping away as he darted between the two of you, licking at your faces, Tyson just cackling with laughter.

“I am so sorry,” you groaned, making an oofing noise as Domino kicked your stomach.

“He just wants all the love huh?” Tyson grinned, ruffling your dog’s ears, earning even more excited barking.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Tyson continued to make baby noises at Domino, your dog just soaking up all the attention, the ridiculous situation settling down into fussing over the happy animal that had pushed its way between you.

“I would promise that this won’t happen again, but I really can’t,” you mused.

“Eh, he’s just a puppy, he’ll get there!” Tyson grinned, shrugging.

This guy really was just sweet all round, wasn’t he?

The two of you indulged your dog for a few more minutes until he calmed down, jumping off the sofa to curl up at your feet with a happy sigh that only a thoroughly spoiled puppy could pull off. Tyson just grinned as he settled back into the sofa, propping his head up with his hand, smiling widely at you.

“At least I’ll have a funny kiss story if anyone ever asks,” he teased.

Oh god.

“You’re the worst and I don’t know why I like you,” you groaned.

Tyson just threw his head back with laughter, leaving you to bat at his chest in protest until he was able to stop.

“Mercy, mercy,” he giggled, clutching at your hands.

“On one condition,” you warned.

“Anything,” he said, smiling.

“Stay for dinner?” you suggested, biting your bottom lip briefly in nerves.

“Done.”

[jostystyles]

it’s tyson tuesday!

aka my favorite day of the week. yes i know it’s monday but i’ve been missing mr jost lately and feel like he could use some love, so i am making an executive decision to celebrate tyson tuesday <3

send me any thoughts you have about him in general. y’all know i love to talk about him

pick a prompt (limit of 2 per ask) from this list and i’ll write a short blurb/drabble about him!

send me a topic/theme and i’ll make a moodboard

make me choose: send me a situation and another player/person/character and i have to choose between them and josty

send me a number and i’ll post that pic in my camera roll of him <3

for every song you send, i’ll give one that reminds me of him

give me a song lyric/theme and i’ll make a lockscreen of him

literally anything and everything josty. we’re giving him the spotlight he deserves.

tagging some fellow josty brian rotters:

@suitandtys @comphyjost @xsyntheticsensation @fallinallincurls @matbaerzal @senditcolton @josttyson @quietblues @mrs-mikko-rantanen @kailyn-writes @holy-pucks

[justjosty]

A day at the lake

Request: you can make a blurbs, where you are spending the day with Tyson on the lake and you start flirting and one thing leads to another.

A/N: i accidentally posted the ask with a wrong answer so i’m posting this seperatly, hope you like it anon :)

Walking out of Kelowna International Airport, you let out a sigh of relief when the sun finally hit your skin. The past year at college wasn’t easy due to the pandemic still going on and keeping you from all the fun. Your best friend insisted on you coming to visit her in Kelowna this summer to make up for lost time and have what she referred to as your hot girl summer. She met you in the parking lot of the airport giving you a big hug before dragging you towards her car. Over dinner she enthusiastically explained the plans for the next day: “We’re going on a boat trip with Dante and some of his friends, it will be so much fun!!!”. 

The next morning after breakfast you slipped on your favorite bikini and got ready to spend the day out on the lake. When you got to the boat introductions were made: “Y/N this is Dante, Gabe, Mat and Tyson, guys this is my bestie Y/N”. You knew Dante’s friends were cute but a certain curly haired boy had you captivated when locking eyes with him. Tyson Jost. You had seen him before during the previous summers but never had you spent one on one time with him. That was about to change this afternoon. 

After lounging around on the boat and eating lunch everyone decided it was time to do some wakesurfing. “What do you mean you’ve never wakesurfed before?” Tyson exclaimed looking at you in shock. “I don’t know, I’ve just never had the opportunity, guess you will have to teach me.” you winked. And so Tyson spent the next 2 hours teaching you how to wakesurf, not scared to touch you to ‘make adjustments to your technique’. 

After the lesson you fell into easy conversation with him asking him about his life in Colorado and what it was like moving away from home at such a young age. Also making sure to bring up his training program because you definitely did not remember him having that sixpack last year. In return he would ask you questions about your major, smiling at how passionate you got talking about it. 

By the end of the day there was an undeniable tension between the two of you, the flirting not going unnoticed by your friends. Later that night when you were alone out on the deck he found you and with no one watching you he finally made his move and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands quickly getting lost in his curls as you kissed him back feverishly. Eventually he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom where you would wake up the next morning with your clothes long forgotten on the floor and your naked bodies still tangled in his sheets. 

[senditcolton]

as it was with Elias P or Jost?? whoever you prefer!

Thank you for the request!!! I went with Elias on this one, partially because someone already requested Josty and while I am 100% okay with writing multiple blurbs for one player, l loved how this worked out with all different players!