#tryst

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He's drinking another redbull (yes he had one before you did anything too), offering one for you, he'll forget to clean you up at first and then apologize and rush to get you a cloth or something.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He likes his dick, he knows it's nothing fantastic but he still thinks it's just good enough and hopes you like it too. On you he'll just shrug if you ask him, not being the picky type. Or he'll answer something cheesy like "your eyes" or "your heart".

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Made that mistake once, wrapping up every time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He's never been one to indulge in his side hustle, but the idea of high sex has crossed his mind once or twice. Mostly just wondering what it would be like.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) More so when he was younger, nothing crazy maybe a handful of people, now he doesn't have the time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 69 all the way, he can eat and get blown at the same time, it's a win-win for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Very goofy, he's making lots of jokes, keeping things light and chill.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Tried to bleach it once just as a dare, never did it again, now he just trims it on occasion.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) If you catch him at a vulnerable moment, aka when he's feeling super down about his situation then he's being super vulnerable and it comes out super romantic and sweet like: "I just love you so much, you're everything" or he's going all out to make you realize how much he cherishes you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) If he has the time it's mostly to help him crash.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Rimming, drunk sex, sexting, cockwarming, edging.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Only his place if he's desperate and his mom isn't home, wherever he can is usually his go to. He does like fucking you in the bathroom at one of his parties, or the employee's only room at his work.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Sending him sexy texts, the highlight of his day and he's waiting to get to you the moment he gets off work.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Watersports, feminization, degradation

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) As mentioned in positions, loves both equally, but he prefers when you both can get some at the same time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He likes to mix it up depending on his mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Quickies are an unfortunate must in his busy life, so when he has the time to draw it out, it's really special to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He will try literally anything, he's so down to have some fun.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) One round, fairly long, but then he's crashing, so exhausted.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't own any, but he's down to try just about anything on him or you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Biggest tease, even during a quickie he'll make you practically beg for it like: "are you sure you want it? I don't think you want it" just to mess with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Some groaning, on the quieter side, he likes hearing you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Sometimes he has to reign himself in from crashing out and fucking you in front of people just to prove that he's not a total loser and can still get some. It's only when he's really sleep deprived that he thinks about this though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 6 inches, good curve, a couple small veins.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) On the lower side, just because of his lack of sleep. If he got some good sleep he'd probably have it a lot higher.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Out like a light, he's so fucking tired, the redbulls don't even help him anymore.

(A/N: So someone (Illi, looking at you) got me into another show so who am I but just a girl forced to write for it? This will come out every Wednesday but make no mistake I'm not post three series a week after this one ends, I just can't do it haha. But enjoy the extra uploads while you can. :)) WARNINGS: drug use/abuse, alcohol, addiction, cheating, implied domestic abuse (not by Tryst), cheating, implied smut, pining, general angst, etc. What's Playing: "stupid song" ~Olivia Rodrigo

Life was so much easier before high school, spending time together, sleepovers, birthday parties, everything that made kids crazy. You and Trystan had known each other all your life, growing up down the street from each other. Neither of you were entirely sure how the friendship started, it was just a matter of him noticing you playing on the street by yourself, drawing something in chalk. He'd come up, sat beside you and joined in without even a word passed at first.

You'd both sat in silence, drawing and colouring in your creations, before Trystan started talking about nonsensical things, what show he watched that morning, what he had for lunch, his new preference for crusts on his sandwich and how mature of him that was. It was nothing serious, and you liked that. The bullying at school was already too much to handle, you could never be perfect. There was always something about you that someone had a problem with, would tear apart in the mean middle school ways that left you crying by yourself. You missed before then, when it was nap times and colouring, before the world started to seem too real.

"You go to the same school I do."

You nod, you'd seen Trystan in the halls, always getting in trouble for something. Always intrigued by who he was and what he did to get sent to the principles office so much, but you'd never had the courage to approach him, or anyone.

"That's awesome, I'll sit with you at lunch." He gave you a lopsided grin.

"If you want to."

Trystan gives you a look, as if the idea that he wouldn't stick to his word was absurd. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You'd expected Trystan not to keep his word, leaving you to eat alone once more. But no sooner had you done another curious glance around the lunchroom did Trystan set his tray down beside you.

"Man I'm starving-"

You look at him in surprise. "You're here?"

"I said I would be, didn't I?"

"I just thought you'd change your mind."

"Why would I do that? Look, I've seen how the other kids pick on you, but don't worry, I'll protect you."

Your eyes shone with admiration. "You mean it?"

"Sure I do, I'll always protect you."

Everything changed in high school, the ease with which the two of you interacted became strained. Two losers who found comfort in each other now in different leagues. Trystan continued to be himself, a burnout who spent his time behind the school getting high instead of focusing on his studies. While you soared. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened but something about you shifted which drew in popularity. As a freshman, things had been the same, artsy, nerdy, keeping him from failing but just barely, the dynamic shifted when you met. Him.

When you got your first boyfriend, the popular smart kid, what once was shattered. You ran with a different crowd, one that didn't appreciate his type. Your group was made up of the jocks, the geniuses, anyone who was anyone. It wasn't the eighties anymore, cliques were divided based on who knew the best people, not what special interest they had. Somehow you'd fit in, flawlessly melted into their group while Trystan stood by the sidelines, watching and silently cheering you on. But all of it was bittersweet.

Trystan wanted the best for you, he always had. And yet seeing you with someone else while he'd been hoping that you'd look at him in the same you did to your boyfriend crushed him inside. He'd never pushed you, never wanted to risk the friendship, hoping that you'd take notice of him the same way he had of you. Trystan didn't know exactly what sparked the shift, but one day the idea of dating and kissing was gross, the next he caught himself staring at you. His mood lightened every time he thought of you, smiled when you came in the room. All his thoughts were of you, and he waited for your calls. His heart fluttered whenever he saw you, it was this all consuming fire that made him want to be a better person for you.

He was still happy that you'd found someone, no matter how much it hurt to see you with him. Even if he wished to be in that position instead, Trystan wasn't going to stop being there for you. Despite how your new friends pushed him to the back. They looked down on him, thinking that you could do so much better in the friend department. Slowly they started limiting your time, making you feel bad for spending your free moments with anyone but them. Trystan understood, he always did. He would be there, waiting. The silent protector. Even now, he wasn't going to give up his promise. He'd always protect you.

If anything, your recent shift made Trystan's determination to be a better person even stronger. If he couldn't be the best in high school, then after graduation he would really fly. He'd become successful, the type of man who had people like your friends working for him instead. See who was the loser then. He could be just as good as your pretentious friends, in fact, he'd be better. High school wasn't the pinnacle, it would be a stepping off point.

Trystan would prove them all wrong.

tryst x male!reader

Warnings: angst, internalized homophobia, cheating, just a lot of warnings, swearing, slight mention of sex

(More angst for you!! Hope you enjoy!)

I got home from work early, a gift for Tryst in my hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. It was all for our date night tonight which Tryst had promised he'd remember, it wasn't that he didn't care it was just recently he'd been very forgetful. I'm sure nothing was going on, he'd never do that too me but in the back of my mind there was a growing thought that maybe something else was happening.

As I walked further into our house I heard noises coming from our bedroom, there were two voices Tryst and somebody else?

My heart dropped as I heard them, the moaning the fucking, surely he wouldn't do this he wouldn't not ever, not on our date night. Not in the same house he first told me he loved me in, in the same bed where we first kissed. My Tryst wouldn't do that, no he wouldn't.

But the noises said otherwise.

I gulped slightly and took a shaky breath before quietly walking up the stairs, my lags shook with every step and I could already feel tears breaching at my eyes.

The whiskey and his gift were still in my hands but they seemed unimportant now. As I neared the door the noises got louder and it was clear what was happening but I didn't want too believe it, I couldn't believe it.

My hand branched out and gripped the door handle, my knuckles turned white and my hands shook but I pushed through. I pulled down the handle and opened the door, fuck oh fuck there he was.

A woman lay beneath Tryst her head thrown back while he fucked her, muttering into her ear and kissing her.

The whiskey bottle slipped from hands, crashing all over the floor sending shards of glass everywhere and liquid sputtering onto the walls. Both of them turned at the sudden crash and his eyes widened, he mouth fell open and he stuttered. Meanwhile she looked happy, almost like she knew she'd won

"T-tryst" I whispered my voice broken

"Baby, shit baby it's not what it looks like I swear!" He shouted

"It's exactly what it looks like, remember Tryst you told me you didn't love him anymore that you weren't even gay, just using him too feel loved" She smirked

"T-thats not true! I swear it's not true, baby cmon let me explain" He said frantically but I was already backing away already running down the stairs

"Don't listen too her, she's lying. Baby please don't go"

Tryst ran after me while pulling his boxers up, he ran wildly until he caught up too me in the living room. He grabbed my arm and stopped me from moving.

But I couldn't look at him I couldn't even look up from the floor. My eyes were glazed over and tears were streaming down my face.

He used me? Everything he said, every 'I love you' every kiss, it was all a lie.

He never loved me, never even liked me. How could I be so foolish too think a man as pretty as him would fall for someone like me. How could I let myself get so attached too him, I knew this would happen but for some reason I thought Tryst would be different.

I thought maybe just maybe this time I'd finally found someone

"Let me go" I cried out wiping the years from my eyes

"How could you do this too me!?"

"Baby-"

"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT, YOU CHEATED ON ME"

"It's not cheating! It was with a woman that's different!" He yelled back

"Oh so that makes it all okay then, that makes everything better"

"She could give me something you couldn't! She could make me feel ways a man never fucking could, it's not that I don't like you it's just she's-she's different. She's a woman and you're, you're a man."

"So that's what this is about?" I screamed

"I need a woman too be loved! Too be normal! You're fun don't get me wrong but you're still a man and as much as I love you I can't do that too myself, I can't be with someone like you forever"

"Someone like me?" My voice was hoarse

"You know, gay" He sniffled

I let out a broken sob, two years of my life wasted with him and he didn't even want me. Two whole fucking years

"Fuck you, Tryst"

"It's not my fault you fell for me! You knew I was never in this for a long haul, it was just a bit of fun" But his voice broke and he sounded sad

"You're such an asshole" I screamed and pushed past him leaving the house and slamming the door behind me. I ran down the street as fast as I could not looking back.

My gift lay unopened on the coffee table, the whiskey bottle smashed all over the floor. While Tryst sat on the sofa with her on his lap making out.

Tryst x fem!raver!reader

Warnings: alcohol, implied drug use, kissing, kinda sexual towards the end, no real sex happens though

(I've never thought about this idea before but it seems so cool!! I hope you like it!)

My body danced too the music and I could feel my heart beat in my ears as I moved around. A plastic cup in my hand filled with God knows what and a small bag with crushed pills lay on the table next too me.

I'd been too these types of parties before, but never one of Tryst's parties. Never a party where the host was so hot.

I saw him talking to someone across the room, leaning against the wall with a redbull in his hand. His hair was messy and the corner of his eyes were wrinkled from where he was laughing so hard. He looked amazing, like a dream.

And just as I was admiring him he looked up and our eyes met each other, Tryst looked right at me and offered a small smile. He excused himself from the person he was talking to and walked towards me. My heart was beating faster and my hands became clammy, there was no way I could talk too him like this. So I downed the rest of my drink, feeling the bitter taste of alcohol hit my throat, feeling the burn in my chest. But I ignored it placing the cup down next too the bag and looked back up seeing Tryst now standing in front of me

"Hey beautiful" He shouted over the loud music, his voice was rough with sleep as though he'd been up for hours

"H-hi Tryst, it's a great party you have going on!" I replied back, feeling a blush creep up my neck

"Yeah well I throw them often so hopefully they're good, you uh you're welcome too come any of them whenever your want"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, just ask for me at the door at I'll let you in"

I nodded in response too him, a smile appearing on my face.

We stood there together in an awkward silence not really knowing what too do, the people around us were dancing and having a great time but it felt as though we were in our own little bubble.

Tryst looked around and spotted my empty cup next too the bag, he coughed slightly before talking again

"You like that stuff?" He gestured towards the table

"Yeah, only on occasion though"

"Good"

We stood in silence for a few more seconds.

"Do you wanna go somewhere else? Somewhere more quiet?" Tryst offered, a hint of hope in his voice

"I'd really like that!" The words had barely left my mouth before he was pulling through the crowds of people and out a side door into a small alley way. He shut the door behind us, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The air outside was cold, nipping at my legs especially in my short skirt but I didn't mind. Not when Tryst was looking at me like that

"You're really pretty you know that?" He whispered coming towards me

"So are you" My back hit the wall and he pinned me there a smirk on his face. I gave a small nod before his lips crashed onto mine and we were in a heated kiss.

It was passionate and intense, his tongue finding it's way into my mouth.

My hands trailed up his shoulders and around his neck pulling him closer. While his hands moved up and down my body, running over every curve. They brushed against my tits and I moaned into him, needing more than what he was giving me

"Tryst fuck" I panted while pulling away, he was out of breath too and his hair was a mess

"My pretty girl, tell me where you want me"

"Touch me, please touch me anywhere" I whimpered

Another I need to redo because I’m not happy with it, plus TikTok wouldn’t let me upload with the OG sound 😩

Read the new fiction short story "Under The Magnolia Tree"