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🦋anddd could i request prompt 45 with tyson jost as a blurb?? can’t wait for these!!
xoxo love you @fallinallincurls
Prompt: #45 "I'm marrying that sweet son of a bitch."
Pairing: Tyson Jost x Reader
Word Count: ~530
Warnings: Alcohol use and chaos
This is inspired entirely by that video of Mel yelling at Gabe for being an idiot before their wedding (if anyone has it pls send me the link bc I looked for it forever but couldn't find it)
It's a perfect July day. The sun is out, with not a cloud in the sky. Music plays through the speakers, some kind of backyard-BBQ-easy-listening playlist on Spotify that keeps the mood light, fun, ready for a party. Well, an even bigger party than the one you’re at—this is like the pre-party to the pre-party.
You’re getting married this weekend, and to accommodate your friends and family who have traveled from far away to be here for you, your fiancé reserved a large (read: huge) Airbnb for everyone to gather. One thing turned into another, and somehow it’s become the pre-game for the welcome dinner, taking place later tonight. Your entire wedding party is here, along with a few scattered members of each of your families, milling about in the pool, playing cornhole, catching up with one another after a summer apart.
But by the looks of it, and judging by the overflowing bin of empty seltzer cans and beer bottles, this gang might not be making it to the welcome dinner tonight. Barzy, Dante, Kacey, and Jesse are engaged in an intense chicken match, sloshing water across Gabe, who’s shouting complaints about messing up his hair. Beside them, JT’s shirt is off, his shoulders fried, and you’re about to yell at him to put on some sunscreen because the best man can't look like a lobster on the wedding day, when you catch sight of a curly head darting around, zooming by on a children’s tricycle—where did that even come from?
“Tyson, I swear to God, if you break your face, I’m going to kill you,” you shout at him, immediately envisioning him falling over, scraping up his handsome face the before the wedding, leaving your poor photographer to frantically photoshop out the inevitably gruesome skid mark on his face.
But he’s not listening, his eyes set on the ramp that Nate is standing proudly beside. “Babe, watch this!”
You watch in horror as he pedals his legs faster, zooming up the ramp and launching off of it before Nate is tossing a beer at him. Tyson catches it in mid-air, pouring only a small stream into his mouth before he’s flying into the water, the splash sending water whooshing over the edge of the pool. He surfaces a few moments later, shaking the water out of his curls amid loud guffaws and cheers from his mates, shouting, “Tyson! Tyson! Tyson!”
Shaking your head, you laugh, amused at his stupidity, and thankful his little stunt didn't end in a disaster. But then, a moment later, you feel a pair of strong arms lifting you up off the ground and you’re shrieking, arms flailing around. The flash of red hair is the last thing you see before they release you and you’re falling, soon crashing into the water yourself, submerged beneath the rippling pool.
When you rise to the surface, it’s your name that everyone’s chanting, and soon enough, Tyson’s swimming toward you to lift you up in his arms and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips.
Pure happiness and mirth fills your soul, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, and you can’t help it when you exclaim, “I’m marrying this sweet son of a bitch!”
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congrats on ur 4 years babe!!!! can i pls have #27 from list one w josty <33 🫶🏻
ahh thank you for requesting this one!! it's so cute! #27 from list one is "what made you think putting a holiday sweater on our cat was a good idea? i'll get the bandaids."
he almost will never admit it, but tyson has loved your cat, pumpkin, since they first met a few years ago. since then, the two have become inseparable and you're constantly joking that your own cat likes him more than you because you always fine pumpkin curled up on his chest or rubbing against his leg or meowing for pets.
but one thing you didn't ever expect to come home one day to find your cat wearing a holiday sweater against her will.
"tyson?" you ask when you spot pumpkin running down the hallway and sure enough, your boyfriend is following behind with a frantic look on his face.
"it's the holiday season so i thought she would like to be festive too and i found that adorable sweater the other day. she hated getting into it though and now i can't catch her to get it off!" he explains as soon as he sees you. the story makes you giggle because it's just something tyson would think is a good idea, until you see his arms.
"oh, tys! your arms!"
"i'm okay! she just scratched me a few time as i getting the sweater on her."
"i love you, tys, i really do, but what made you think putting a holiday sweater on our cat was a good idea?" you shook your head at the sight before leaning up to kiss him and heading towards the bathroom. "i'll get the bandaids."
and just as you start laughing to yourself about the situation. pumpkin darts out from under the table and you get to see her in the holiday sweater. "aw she does look cute and festive! maybe we can keep it on her."
"yeah, next time you can put it on." tyson says with a chuckle.
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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.
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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 💚
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“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.”
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First Snow | Tyson Jost x Reader
A/N: it has been forever since I have written or posted anything so please go easy on me!! This is just a short little thing to try and get my motivation to come back. If you have any requests, feel free to send them in! IDK if I'll write them but I might!
Word Count: 600
Growing up in Texas, you’d rarely had the opportunity to see actual, fluffy snow. Texas turned into one sheet of ice anytime it was cold and wet, and you’d only been out of state during the winter a couple of times. You knew when you moved to Buffalo that you would have to get used to the snow, but the first snowfall of the season took you by surprise.
It was a Saturday morning in the middle of November, and you’d only been up long enough to brush your teeth. You’d stayed at your boyfriends place the night before, and you saw the snow through his balcony door in his room.
“Tyson!” You shouted, rushing to get up. You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies, running over to the balcony door.
“You called?” Your boyfriend asked, stepping into his room.
“Look! It’s snowing!” You pointed excitedly at the door as he chuckled, moving to wrap his arms around your waist.
“Barely. This won’t even stick, it’ll be gone by the afternoon.” He says, placing his head on your shoulder.
“I’m still gonna play in it.” You say, pulling out from his embrace, moving to pull a pair of socks and your tennis shoes on.
“Really? You’re not going to get much playing out of it.” Tyson says, watching you incredulously.
“Party pooper.” You give your boyfriend a quick kiss before hurrying out of his apartment and down to the lobby. There wasn’t much snow on the ground, but there was enough of it piled up on the plastic chairs sat in the courtyard, so you pushed open the door and headed right for it.
Moments later, a pair of hands scooped up some of the snow beside the tiny snowman you were making and when you looked up, Tyson was standing beside you, nose already a little pink. You smiled up at him, watching as he scooped up a little bit more snow before squishing it into a small ball. Your eyes widened as he grinned, and you knew you were in trouble.
Twenty minutes and several tiny snowballs later, your fingers were frozen, cheeks pink and sore from laughing so much.
“C’mon, there’s no more snow left, what do you say we go inside now?” Tyson asks, reaching out to hook an arm around your waist and pull you closer to him.
“Can we make hot cocoa and watch Christmas movies?” Tyson raises his brows as you smile up at him.
“Babe, it’s not even Thanksgiving.”
“You don’t even celebrate American Thanksgiving! Even more reason to start preparing for Christmas now.”
“Okay, okay, we can make hot cocoa and watch Christmas movies.”
One pizza, two cups of hot cocoa, and three Christmas movies later, you and Tyson were snuggled up on the couch under a blanket. The two of you had rearranged his sectional into a makeshift bed with pillows and blankets and everything. You had long since abandoned the movie playing, in favor of listening to your boyfriend’s heart beating. The steady rhythm of his heart beating, his breathing and the soft touches on your waist where his hand was idly drawing shapes on the small sliver of skin exposed was lulling you into sleepiness.
“Hey Tys?” You murmured sleepily.
“Yes, baby?”
“Does this mean I need new tires on my car?”
His soft chuckle vibrates through you and you crack an eyelid to see him smiling down at you.
“Yes, but I’ll take it to get done one day this week for you.” He says, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
#tyson jost x reader#tyson jost blurb#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagines#also I definitely did not reread or edit this so if there are mistakes pls forgive me
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Tyson home with a cold blurb! I too am home with a cold. We can all be unwell together
Noooo cold season is hitting us all hard :( hope you feel better soon
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Tyson is literally the worst sick person in the world, I just know it
Not in an annoying, demanding, helpless way
But in a denying way. He will never admit when he doesn’t feel good, even if he’s at the point of physically shoving tissues up his nose to stop it from running and eating spoonfuls of honey just so he can chatter through his sore throat
Which is what he did for a whole week
The first day you noticed that he was just a little droopy in the morning, dragging his feet to practice and denying his usual cup of coffee from you
Odd since he’s such an early bird
The second day he’s still dragging but now he’s got red rimmed eyes and will only eat bananas, toast, or plain noodles. When he denies steak for dinner you know something is really wrong
On the third day he’s still as chatty as usual, blabbering to you about any and everything but he’s walking with a tilt, like it physically hurts him to move. You’d think he just got banged up in last night’s game but as the week had shown you, Tyson is succumbing to the winter cold.
He denies. Tells you he’s just tired, it’s been a busy week, back to back games, blah blah blah. Even so, you stock up on soup, tissues, and medicine.
The fourth day is when you really know he’s gone. You have to shake him awake after he sleeps through 3 minutes of his alarm. He’s curled up in a hoodie and has stolen all the blankets from you, squeezing them tight to his torso. But his body is not against yours, enough so that you didn’t even realized he’d robbed you of the covers.
And when he finally blinks his eyes open they’re dull and tired, his breath wheezy as he struggles to breathe through his stuffed nose
“Tys skip practice and rest please.”
He mumbles something through his raw throat, trudging into the bathroom to change for morning skate. You can’t force him to stay or let you take his temperature but he does choke down some fever pills and a vitamin C before leaving
Your asleep by the time he returns home that night but by then he’s fully accepted his fate after he was scratched from the game for illness.
He wakes you up with pouty eyes and flat hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, a thick blanket around his shoulder.
“Baby…”
“Yes Tyson?”
“I think I’m getting sick.”
“You are sick Tyson.”
Fully prepared, you tuck him into your shared bed, turning on a Christmas movie while you turn up the heat a bit for him. Then you’re stocking up his night stand with tissue boxes, bottles of water and Gatorade, cold medicine, Tylenol, and cough drops.
You bring him warm chicken broth to drink, stroking his damp hair as he sips his dinner. When he’s done you have him take night time medicine, turning down the lights and letting him curl into your side.
He fights sleep as long as he can, wanting to just lay with you all night but eventually he’s drifted off, lightly snoring through a stuffy nose.
Not that you mind. Because Tyson is an easy sick person. He does what he needs to get better, though it takes him some time to admit he needs it.
And he’s so snuggly when he’s sick you sometimes are glad. You get to have him at home for a few extra days, all to yourself to be dotted on.
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I read an insanely hot story in a breeding subreddit, and got all in my feels about Josty with it. I'm desperate for a story where you've been in a relationship with him for a while; and since you're not the only one that benefits from birth control, on the days he's home, he has an alarm set on his phone, and it's his responsibility to make sure you take your pill on time. One day you decide to play around with him a bit. A little bit of Naked Hide n go Seek. Giggling as he goes around the house, laughing, trying to find you with your pill in his hand. all the while... you sending him texts, *Picture of your naked body* "You better get me my birth control soon, Tys. Or you'll have to go back to condoms for a few days."
HIm texting back: "playing with fire, baby. Tell me where you are and I'll give you something else too." *dick pic* your pill perched on the head, you can see the precum on the tip.
so you send him a *naked bathroom mirror selfie* while you're hiding behind the couch. giggling as you hear him run to the bathroom. just for his laugh/frustrated yell. "Where are you?!" *last picture of your legs spread on the couch.* and when he walks into the room, he's buck naked as you are, his hard dick swinging, before he holds it still long enough for you to lick your pill off the tip. Then you spend a few hours in ecstasy, dirty talking, making each other cum. Loving the feeling of him pulse as he creams up inside you.
I'M GOING TO PUKE THIS IS SO HOT
also i had adhd and forget things so the idea of him being like "babe cmon it's time!!!!" is so endearing to me
nsfweekend!!!!
tyson knows you're forgetful, so he does what he can to be helpful. your birth control makes you sick if you don't take it at exactly the same time, so when his alarm goes off while you're grabbing a phone charger, you get an idea. you strip and send the first text to him, then hear him laugh as he shuffles out of his clothes. you nearly give yourself away when he sends you the photo of your birth control pill on the head of his dick, but manage to scurry over to the bathroom before he sees you. you snap your mirror selfie, then rush behind the couch before sending it, relishing in the sound of his frustrated sigh.
"baby!" he laughs.
you clamber onto the couch, snap the picture of your legs spread wide for him, and he throws himself into the living room, with his dick standing hard and ready for you. the moment the pill is in your mouth, he has you on your knees on the couch cushions, chest against the back of the couch, pounding into you so hard you think you can feel him in your chest.
"you're such a fuckin' tease," he growls. he yanks you up so your back is against his chest, still fucking into you at a ridiculous pace. "when will you learn to fuckin' behave?"
"when will you learn to fuck me better?" you shoot back.
tyson laughs maniacally, shoves you back down, and slams into you so hard you yelp out. you feel his cock twitching and pulsing as he cums in you, but he doesn't falter in his pace, continuing to fuck you until you come, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom to continue.
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suprise for christmas - tyson jost
Warnings: nothing.
Word Count: 1.1k+
← master post. day two. →
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kit hadn't seen tyson since he left for buffalo, she hadn't been able to transfer her position from kohls to buffalo just yet. soon, she kept telling him. in the mean time she cleared the apartment and stayed with a wag and old teammate. it was nearing christmas, and it was the busiest time for kit at work. tyson knew that, however; he had just been traded so he had been extra moody and needy since he left. they hadn't seen eachother in over 3 weeks due to her job. so, how they were both feeling was expected. besides, the two had been dating since he came to denver and hadn't taken the foot off the peddle since. kit was hoping her boss would let her take a few extra days off before transitioning to buffalo, in order to surprise her partner. it was currently december 20th and she had yet to hear anything. she was beginning to grow restless as she stared down her work email, as well as watching the time for her flight. she had five hours before she was set to fly up to buffalo. her email refreshed and she saw the email from her boss, either a yes or no. she silently prayed to the universe and opened it, she skimmed the sentiments from her boss before she saw the answer she had been waiting for her. her boss had granted her the extra few days off, and with that she jumped off the couch and began to rummage her things together.
kit was now sitting in the airports private lounge as she turned off her location, hopefully not alerting tyson. tyson had just texted her, stating he was gonna start decorating the christmas tree that evening to brighten the dampered mood he was in. despite being traded without warning, he was somewhat relieved that he was now on a team that cared about him. cared about his mental wellbeing, his wellness, physical health, above all else. he now longer had to walk around egg shells, which made kit more than happy. she was elated that he was getting along with the players and they had welcomed him with open arms. despite having been there for less than a week, he even went to tage thompsons thanksgiving he was throwing for the team; if they couldn't go home or didn't have anybody coming out to them. kit reminded tyson to eat some extra turkey for her as she was finishing the final moving boxes to be sent out his way. he even texted her the reminants of the turkey and a picture of pumpkin pie, which put her over the edge. though tyson promised he would have the best christmas dinner with her to make up for it.
kit was in the lounge, a mere 20 minutes before she was supposed to board the plane. she made her way over to the gate, and sent one last text to tyson. she played it off that she was gonna be taking a nap before heading over to a local kohls to check in on her team as district manager before parting for buffalo on the 23rd. tyson brought it and she was now ready for her 3 hour nap that was outbound for buffalo.
3 hours and 30 minutes later, she exited the airport looking for the uber she had gotten to take back to the apartment. the driver came out and helped her with her carry on, and 2 suitcases. she thanked them and hopped in the back, taking in all the snow that was coming down. somehow the flight hadn't been delayed and she was forever thankful. she could only spend so much time on the plane before growing antsy. they made their way through the downtown, taking a drive along the ocean. she smiled out the window, beaming at how gorgeous the city was and hoping, hoping hard that tyson was here to stay for some time. hoping that they wouldn't be picking up and leaving- anytime soon.
they stopped infront of the apartment building, and she made her way after thanking the driver for the ride. she walked inside the building and went up to the front desk letting them know that she needed to pick up her keys from them. they whisked her on her towards the elevator, and was on her way to the 4th floor. her leg shook as the elevator went painstakingly slow. her anxiety rising every floor. she had butterflies about not only surprising him, but butteflies of seeing him. even when they spent some time apart- they both got nervous to see one another. just a bit. she took a deep breath and walked out of the elevator staring at the two large apartment. she saw #4 and made her way over. even though she had a key, she smiled a bit as she knocked 3 times. it took about 15 seconds before she heard the lock of the door and then the door opened. she frowned with lips quivering as she saw a tired and dischevaled tyson. he had just woken up from a nap. he rubbed his eyes, trying to see if he was imagining this. the love of his life had flown in early to see him, he must of been imganing. he thought she wasn't done until the 23rd. "hi hun." she smiled and in an instance he wrapped his arms around her. she did as well, and then felt her body leave the ground for a few seconds. he couldn't believe that she was here in buffalo, his heart swelled at the thought of her surprising him. "oh my god...." he breathed as he moved his nose to the crook of her neck. she giggled as he set her down and she rubbed her hands up and down her back. "babe..." she said softly bringing a hand to the back of his head feeling his hair. something she had always done as a comfort thing. he pulled back and brougt her in for a big kiss. the biggest one he had done in a long time. one filled with love, nerves, excitment and everything he couldn't form in words.
they pulled apart and he let her walk in before grabbing her bags. she looked around at the clean and crisp apartment, smiling at the christmas tree that still had yet to be decorated. "crap-- the tree!" he said now realizing his surprise wasn't done yet. she turned around and smiled, "we can do that tonight." she mused before pulling him in for another kiss.
a beautiful and wonderful surprise for christmas.
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Tyson Jost dad Content! Maybe telling him your pregnant after trying for almost a year
“I think when we look for places, we should think about a house maybe” You suggested as you watched over Tyson’s shoulder while he scrolled through apartment listings.
“A house?” He looks at you with wide eyes.
“Well yeah, with the baby and everything I’m just not sure an apartment will be big enough” You smile when his mouth hangs open.
“You? I- what?” Tyson’s searching your face for answers and the genuine confusion on his face makes you laugh. “Babe! Are you pregnant?”
You nod which makes him jump up, wrapping his arms around you while whooping and making noise while you laugh. It takes a few minutes for the news to settle with him and really sink in as he calms down.
“Finally” He breathed a sigh of relief and you would be lying if you said you didn’t do the exact same thing. “You’re all good? Have you been to the doctor?” Once reality set in, he was all over you, already worrying which warmed your heart.
“I’m fine, the first doctor’s appointment is tomorrow, I figured you’d wanna be there” He surges forward to kiss you.
“We’re going to be parents” He whispers, like he can’t believe it himself.
“Mhm, sure are”
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If possible to combine prompts, could I request fluff prompt #15 (kissing to shut them up) & #20 (laughing into the kiss) with Josty? If only one, I'm good with just #20. Love you and your writing so much and I can't wait to read everything you come up with!!! -senditcolton
stop I wish I could tell you how hard I fangirled at this bc I adore you and your writing @senditcolton 🤍
Prompt: Kissing to shut them up / laughing into the kiss
Pairing: Tyson Jost x gn!Reader
Word Count: 778
Warnings: Alcohol use/mention, language, one (1) very brief mention of injury/stitches
The tension between you and Tyson Jost surely had to be a record. Everyone knew that you two had a thing for each other, but both of you were too shy to do anything about it. No matter the gentle nudging from friends, the subtle hints and secret attempts to get you together, it always ended up crashing and burning.
Like the time that not five minutes after JT had left you two alone at a party, Tyson ended up spilling his entire glass of wine on your white shirt. Or the time that you dropped a plate, sending shattered shards of glass flying across the kitchen and cutting Tyson’s hand, earning him six stitches and a game in the press box with his injury. Or — well, you get the idea.
Needless to say, it wasn’t often that you two spent time alone together. And the times that you did, more often than not, you ended up a bumbling, rambling idiot, with warm cheeks and mentally kicking yourself for something embarrassing that slipped out of your mouth. Either that, or you’d get distracted, zoning out and instead watching his lips move as he talked, wondering what it’d be like to kiss him.
In short, your relationship is a bit of a disaster, though not for lack of trying.
Until today. When he’s maybe been fed one or two too many shots, pink-cheeked and a dopey smile on his face. Something’s struck his confidence on this Friday night — the high from scoring the game winning goal might have something to do with it — but whatever it is, you know that you certainly like the way it looks on him.
He saunters up to you, the all-too-familiar butterflies flitting in your chest like they always do in his proximity.
“Have you been to that new sushi restaurant on 5th?”
Resisting the urge to laugh at his blunt question, no introduction or lead-in, you just shake your head. The way he asks, spitting the words out, give you the impression that he’s practiced, memorized the simple sentence so that he doesn’t mess up.
“Cool,” he says, “We should go sometime.”
You stare, mainly because you’re in complete and utter shock that he’s actually verbalized it, uncertain if he really means a date or just a meal between friends. Either way, you’re more than eager to accept, but unfortunately Tyson takes your pause for disinterest.
“Uh, I mean, like, you know, to dinner — or, like, lunch, if you’re not that hungry — or — fuck —” he stammers, the visible discomfort on his face as he nervously runs a hand through his hair. This part he clearly hadn’t practiced.
Part of you wants to put him out of his misery, while the more mischievous side of you wants to keep letting him stutter until he gets his point across, amused at his suffering.
“—I just, you know, think you’re pretty cool and — no, I’m sorry, cool sounds so fucking lame and you’re way hotter — I mean cooler than that — I mean, fuck –”
Whatever he’s about to say, you don’t hear the rest of it, instead lunging yourself forward to kiss him. It’s an instinctual reaction, one that you don’t even think about the consequences, unable to handle looking at his tempting lips any longer without knowing what his perfect pout felt like against your own.
He’s taken aback, a stuttered step backward before he catches himself, his own instincts kicking in and kissing you back. Judging by the force of his mouth against yours, you think you’ve made the right choice – if you can even call it a choice.
It’s only after the euphoria of his kiss settles slightly that you feel his lips curling into a smile against you, grinning against your mouth in a way that has yours mimicking his actions, unable to stop even if you wanted to. You begin to pull away, but his lips chase yours, unwilling to let you go just yet, and it makes you smile even harder.
Eventually, he does let you go, only enough to say, “So, I’ll take that as a yes?”
You giggle, nodding, leaning back in to kiss him again, because now that you’ve tasted him once, you don’t want to stop. But this time, you’re interrupted by the sound of shattering glass, both of your heads turning quickly toward the noise. Apparently, upon seeing the two of you kissing, JT had lifted his arms in celebration, only to knock an entire shelf off the wall, sending a vase crashing to the floor.
Tyson grins at you, not missing the opportunity to chirp his best friend. “At least it wasn’t me this time.”
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🫶🏻 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.
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CELEBRATING WITH TYSON AFTER HIS FIRST BUFFALO GOAL
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a/n: oh to be the smelling salts <3 anyways. this got kinda smutty, so don't read if you're not 18+ pls and thanks :)
When Tyson got put on waivers, (Y/N) debated walking into the Wild's front office with a baseball bat, but she really couldn't be there for him if she was behind bars. So instead, she sat by his side as he anxiously waited to find out what team he'd find a new home on, and that turned out to be Buffalo. As Tyson had to catch a flight to New York not long after, (Y/N) stayed behind to pack the small apartment.
That brings us to now, as she sat in the stands with a few of the other better halves. She was sandwiched between Samantha Hinostroza and Rachel Thompson, who welcomed her with open arms to the team.
"He's going to score tonight, I can feel it in my bones." Sam said, taking a swig of her seltzer.
"I hope so. He's been in such a slump since the season started and he really needs it." (Y/N) replied with a sigh.
"You gonna jump his bones if he does?" Rachel said, completely serious.
(Y/N) blushed and hesitated before answering, "I mean, honestly? Probably."
Not even 5 minutes later, as if he was a fly on the wall, Tyson scored.
Even though the team lost in overtime, (Y/N) didn't really give a fuck. She was buzzing with anticipation as she waited for Tyson to emerge from the locker room. She knew he was going to be riddled with adrenaline, and not just from his goal. Before she got too lost in her thoughts, a mop of brown curls caught her eye and she made a run for it. Tyson caught her in his arms with an "Oof", and could barely get a word out as (Y/N) peppered his face with kisses.
"I'm so fucking proud of you oh my god. You scored, baby you did it!"
Tyson let out a laugh pulling her closer to his chest, his hand creeping further down her waist.
"Yeah? Proud of me are you? Couldn't tell through the text you sent me during intermission, babe. Had to turn my brightness down immediately to make sure no one saw. You knew exactly what you were doing, you little minx."
(Y/N) giggled, "Yeah, I did. Knew it would rile you up. But it was just such a sexy goal I couldn't help myself."
Tyson leaned down to kiss her passionately. She tasted like watermelon vodka and that cherry lip gloss that brought him to his knees.
"I'm gonna score a goal every fucking game if it means I get a picture of your tits, honey." He spoke after breaking the kiss.
"If that's what it takes to get you the points, I'm all for it." She replied, taking his hand and dragging him towards the exit.
Tyson shook his head, wondering how in the world he ended up with the sexiest person on the planet.
"Got any more tricks up your sleeve tonight?" He shot out.
She turned back to look at him. "I'm gonna suck your soul out when we get home, babe. Knee pads ready and everything." (Y/N) deadpanned.
Now Tyson was the one dragging her to the exit, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and his cock.
tyson tuesday!
#asks#c <3#tyson tuesday#tyson jost smut#tyson jost x reader#tyson jost imagine#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#tyson jost blurb
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#2 with Josty please 💚
Thank you for requesting Josty for this one Demi!
“Hold my hand.” “What?”
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Being Tyson Jost’s best friend had its high moments and low moments. Growing up with him by your side had been an adventure in itself, experiencing the full ride he’d been on with hockey since he first started, and even though most people always gave you the side-eye when you said your best friend was a boy, you didn’t care. It was Tyson, your Tyson. Sure, he was incredibly attractive, and the sweetest guy you knew, but there was something to be said for having a friend who knew you inside out, better than you knew yourself, and Tyson was that friend. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and you treasured that. Even if he ended up getting you into sticky situations sometimes.
Like this evening, for example – you’d flown out to Buffalo to visit him, for the first time since his trade, and he’d invited you out with the team to a bar after a game. Naturally, you’d wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, so you hadn’t hesitated to say yes, and after a couple of fun hours getting to know everyone on his new team, the two of you were waiting at the bar to order some new drinks.
“Shit.”
You frowned at Tyson’s curse, raising an eyebrow at him.
“What? What’s wrong?” you asked.
“Hold my hand,” he said quickly.
“What?”
“Hold my hand!” he repeated.
The urgency in his voice, desperation almost, had you taking his hand in yours without thinking. You froze slightly at how warm his hand was, even more so at how right it felt to have his fingers tangled with yours, but plastered a smile on your face as an armour of sorts ready for whatever the hell was about to happen.
“Josty!”
The high shrill squeal made you flinch, Tyson just squeezing your hand almost as if out of instinct.
“Sadie, hey,” he responded, the same fake smile on his face as was on yours.
The girl in front of the two of you was the epitome of every puck bunny you’d ever seen – flawlessly beautiful, petite, minimal clothing, perfect hair and make-up. Why was Tyson so nervous around her? What was it about this girl that made him want you to help shield him?
“It’s been so long! How are you?” she asked, smile wide on her face.
It didn’t surprise you that she completely ignored your presence, but that didn’t mean you could stop your hackles from rising. Rude.
“I’m good yeah, thanks. Just out for date night with my girlfriend,” Tyson said replied.
Your smile felt even faker as he lifted your joint hands up to be more visible, his last word flashing on repeat through your mind.
Girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
What the actual fuck Tyson?
“Oh. Hi. Didn’t see you there,” Sadie said dryly, pursing her lips.
Yeah, okay sure. But you just gripped Tyson’s hand to breaking point, ignoring his wince as you leant into his arm and rested your free hand on his bicep.
“Can’t say I’ve heard of you before, but nice to meet you,” you said simply.
If she could be a bitch, so could you. You fought the real smile tugging at your lips as Tyson coughed to cover his laugh, the girl in front of you just looking even more displeased.
“Well don’t let us keep you from catching up with your friends. Nice to bump into you,” Tyson said, smiling politely.
“You know where I am if you want to catch up alone,” she said, pointedly glancing at you.
The audacity.
Well, if you were actually dating Tyson that would be a big fuck no. But as it was, you just raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she walked away, waiting until she was far enough away to drop Tyson’s hand like it burned you.
“What the fuck?” you hissed, turning to glare at him.
“Yeah sorry about that,” he winced.
“Explanation?” you pushed, hand on hip, “I didn’t come out to spend time with you to be your scapegoat.”
“I might’ve hooked up with her once when I first moved here, and she isn’t taking the hint that I don’t want to hook up with her again?” he explained.
Of course.
“Did you actually say you only wanted a one night stand?” you asked dryly.
“I tried? I was probably too polite about it though, you know I struggle with being blunt,” he sighed.
Yeah that tracks. You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head fondly at him.
“You are a nightmare,” you mused.
“Not on purpose?” he offered, cracking a slight smile, “I am sorry about putting you in that position though.”
“Apology accepted, Tys. It’s not the worst situation you’ve gotten me in, eh? I’d rather me be the one that people thinks is rude than have nasty rumours spreading about you,” you shrugged, smiling back at him.
Any day of the week. That’s what best friends were for, right? The last thing you’d want was people spreading lies and giving him a bad reputation, even if he actually needed to learn to be a bit blunter sometimes. And it really wasn’t the worst thing you’d done to help him out.
“Still…maybe I could take you out to dinner to make up for it?” Tyson said hopefully.
The tone of his voice made a siren go off in your mind – what was he implying here? Was he…no, he wouldn’t, right? He couldn’t mean it in the way you were thinking?
“Dinner?” you asked lightly, testing the waters.
“Yeah, um, dinner,” he nodded, a little more hesitant now.
“Dinner or dinner?” you prompted.
Because you couldn’t be the one to make assumptions or take the lead here. This needed to be all Tyson. There was a line you just couldn’t cross without him wanting to wholeheartedly cross it too. He chewed his bottom lip briefly before taking a deep breath, sending nervous butterflies flitting about in your stomach. Was this actually happening?
“Dinner. Like, me and you, on a date, holding hands for real kind of dinner,” he blurted.
Oh fuck.
“Yes,” you murmured.
He laughed, sounding more relieved than anything else.
“Yes?” he asked, smiling that familiar wide smile.
“Yes,” you nodded, laughing a little incredulously, “Take me out to dinner, Tyson. Hold my hand for real.”
Tyson’s grin was so wide it looked like it hurt, but you didn’t care. Of all the things you expected from tonight, this was the last thing. Of all the things you expected from him asking you to hold his hand, you couldn’t have predicted this would spring from it. But you sure as hell weren’t complaining. This was Tyson, your Tyson.
“I…wow. I never thought I’d ever actually get the chance to ask you out. Not after all this time,” Tyson said, laughing softly at himself.
After all this time?
Well now you were intrigued.
“Maybe you should tell me all about it somewhere that isn’t in the middle of a bar,” you mused, “You have beer at your place, right?”
“Absolutely. Let’s go,” he nodded.
You just laughed as Tyson took your hand in his again, letting him lead you through the crowd and out the bar. There were many high moments and low moments of being Tyson Jost’s best friend…and you couldn’t wait to see how things compared as his girlfriend for real. Your mom was going to flip.
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congrats on 500! could you do 24 & 38 from fluff for josty?
sorry it took so long nonnie! i hope this was okay
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
warnings: very inaccurate descriptions of denver & minnesota probably im so sorry. also, profanities littered here and there.
Minnesota is stupid cold. Denver was cold, but somehow Minnesota is worst. You hate the fucking cold, but your boyfriend loves it. It's more than the chill of being on the ice that gets to him, or that his hometown normally dropped to uncomfortable chills. He loves being bundled up in layers, and loves the snow that usually came with it. The cold is where he finds himself most secure– the most at peace.
The differences between you and Tyson are nearly laughable. From the outside, most would assume that a miracle is keeping you two together. But the hot and cold, the extrovert and introvert personalities, and all the opposite traits is what draws the both of you together. He loves how different you are to him, loves your fiery spirit but also serious nature. He loves every single thing about you.
He looks at you with an amused expression as you lift the band of your glove and blow into it in an attempt to warm your hands even further.
"R'ya cold baby?"
He knows the answer, he only asks to tease you. You respond by poking out your tongue.
"Shut up."
"You could've said no, we didn't have to go ice skating."
You shake your head, releasing the hem of your glove. "No I couldn't have. I've been blowing it off for months, and plus... you say yes to all my date ideas."
"Yeah but you hate the cold, I can't imagine you'd enjoy this."
"True. But I love you... and I want to do things you enjoy too."
Tyson stands to his feet, hands outstretched to help you up. You take it, gripping tightly as you pull yourself out of your seat. He pulls you flush against his body, hands resting on your lower back. You rest on your hands against his toned chest, shivering slightly at the soft wind blowing. His smile is toothy, showing off the little gap between his teeth. The wind blows the hairs around your face, sweeping over and blocking your pretty eyes. He takes his hands off your back, fingers coming to sweep the hair away. Though he is rougher than he intends, and his calloused fingers poking and prodding at your face.
"You fingers are cold!" You swat his hands away.
"Sorry sorry. C'mon, let's go."
He never lets go of your hand as he tries to teach you how to skate. You do fairly well, only losing balance twice and pulling Tyson down with you three times. The wind seems to have picked up slightly, and it only pushes your hair all over your face all over again. With one hand in Tyson's, and the other out in the air for added balance, there was no removing it so you were basically skating blind.
"Alright, hold on come here." He drags you over to him, pulling off your beanie and pushing your lose strands backwards before slipping the knit hat back over your head. “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”
You smile widely, cheeks rosy from the cold and his sweet gesture. "Thank you baby."
"Of course, now c'mon." He releases you, only his left hand holding onto you, "Ready?"
"Ready?"
You didn't know what he meant until he released your hand and skated backward. You're frozen, legs stiff as panic rises through your body. Tyson stands before you, only four feet ahead of you as he waits for you to skate to him.
"You got it baby."
You believe that you did. Your boyfriend's instructions replay over and over in your head, it seemed simple. You try to imagine he still has his arms around you and guiding your body. You slide your right foot forward, and when you lift your left you can feel yourself losing your balance. Next thing you know, you land on your butt hard and your boyfriend is fighting a laugh.
"Are you okay my love?" Tyson asks through a strained laugh.
"Don't laugh!"
Your boyfriend lifts you to your feet, grin as wide as ever as he leans in to give you a kiss. You lean back, dodging his puckered lips.
"Aw baby, don't be like that. C'mon now."
"No, you laughed at me."
"No I didn't! Now can I kiss you? Please?" Tyson's hands are at your waist, squeezing gently and holding you against him. His eyes are bright, smile as charming as ever. "Promise you'll feel better."
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, "Yeah yeah yeah." And with your hands on his chest, you pull him down to give him a soft kiss.
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
#lightsoutsainz 500 sleepover#yes you read that right: 500#this sleepover is closed#tyson jost#tyson jost x you#tyson jost blurb#tyson jost imagine#tj14 dribble drabbles
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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
Tagged: your.instagram
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
Tagged: Josty17, 6ErikJohnson6
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
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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?"
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