#tryst fluff

Another event lovelies! This time Christmas themed!! Same as fluffvember and kinktober! Just different! Finally gonna get back into writing smut again!! So some days will be fluff and some days will be smut as well!!

I tried my best to contribute all the characters I'm writing for into this list! (I used a wheel spinning thing to help me!)

Some days will be male reader as well! To make it completely fair as well! I hope you guys enjoy 31 days of smut and fluff!

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🎁1. Frost-Kissed Morning — Fluff

Waking up together under warm blankets, sharing lazy kisses while snow falls outside.- Seth Durand 

🎁 2. “Warm Me Properly” — Smut

Cold hands under clothes, teasing that turns into breathy, urgent grinding. - Erik Campbell

🎁 3. Decorating the Tree — Fluff

Ornaments, soft music, and a tender kiss when they lift you to place the star.- Richard Harmon

🎁 4. Christmas Bow Body Worship — Smut

One of you is covered in bows, your partner “unwraps” every one with their mouth.- Max Borman 

🎁 5. Snowy Walk — Fluff

Holding hands, breath in the cold air, falling into the snow laughing.- Kirk Lane 

🎁 6. Fireplace Lapsitting — Smut

Straddling them in front of the fire, kissing slowly until it turns desperate. - Alex Wright 

🎁 7. Movie Night + Lap Teasing — Smut 

You try to watch a Christmas movie, but they pull you onto their lap under a blanket.

A little grinding… soft whimpers… their hands sliding under your clothes while the movie plays forgotten. - Erik Campbell

🎁 8. Matching Pajamas — Fluff

Cooking breakfast together in soft, warm pajamas while Christmas music plays.- Clay (with male reader) 

🎁 9. Cookie Decorating — Fluff

Icing fights, stolen kisses, laughter in a messy kitchen.- Tryst

🎁 10. Candy Cane Oral — Smut

Sucking a candy cane turns into sucking each other off.- Max Borman (with male reader) 

🎁 11. Christmas Market Date — Fluff

Warm drinks, cozy scarves, taking cute photos under the lights.- Tryst (with male reader) 

🎁 12. Naughty List Punishment — Smut

They decide you’re on the naughty list—light bondage, spanking, or whatever fits the kink.- Max Borman

🎁 13. Hot Cocoa Cuddles — Fluff

Sharing a mug, whipped cream kisses, sitting in each other’s arms.- Clay

🎁 14. Mirror Sex with Christmas Lights — Smut

Fairy lights reflect off sweaty skin as they take you from behind, eyes locked in the mirror.- Erik Campbell

🎁 15. Christmas Card Writing — Fluff

They write something so heartfelt it makes one of you emotional.- Jake (male reader) 

🎁 16. Cabin-in-the-Snow Fuckfest — Smut

Remote cabin, no neighbors, rough sex on every surface.- Vern

🎁 17. Building a Gingerbread House — Fluff

Playful competition that ends in cuddling over warm cookies. - Kirk Lane (male reader) 

🎁 18. Mistletoe Make-Out — Smut

Pulled under the mistletoe for a deep, heated kiss that leads to more. - Alex Wright (male reader) 

🎁 19. Snow Angel Kisses — Fluff

Falling into the snow laughing and kissing with cold lips and warm hands.- John Murphy 

🎁 20. Car Seat Heat — Smut

Steamy car make-out session with fogged-up windows and hands everywhere.- Adam 

🎁 21. Christmas Eve Baking — Fluff

Late-night baking, dancing in the kitchen, arms around each other. - Richard Harmon 

🎁 22. Ribbon Bondage — Smut

Using silky holiday ribbon to tie wrists, thighs, or ankles—slow teasing before ruin. -Max Borman

🎁 23. Cuddling by the Tree — Fluff

Resting on the floor together, soft lights glowing, heads on shoulders.- Alex Taylor 

🎁 24. Christmas Eve Oral — Smut

They go down on you next to the tree, whispering filthy Christmas praise. - Tryst

🎁 25. Christmas Morning Love — Fluff

Opening gifts together, laughing, cuddling, staying in pajamas all day. - Julian Randol 

🎁 26. “Take Me to Bed” — Smut

After a chaotic holiday day, you drag each other to bed for slow, intense sex.- Erik Campbell

🎁 27. Evening Walk Under Holiday Lights — Fluff

Holding hands, whispering dreams for next year.- Julian Randol (male reader) 

🎁 28. Sleigh Ride Snuggles — Fluff

Wrapped up together under a blanket, forehead kisses and quiet smiles.- Seth Durand 

🎁 29. Midnight Teasing — Smut

Edging each other while waiting for the New Year countdown.- Clay (male reader)

🎁 30. Slow Dancing in the Living Room — Fluff

Arms around each other, soft music, soft smiles.- John Murphy

🎁 31. First Sunrise Kiss of the Year — Fluff

Wrapped in blankets, watching sunlight break through, kissing softly.- Richard Harmon

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A/N: heres your silly lil fic babe

warnings: knife fights (comedic), light blood, domestic stupidity, dramatic monologues, making out between stabbings, soft ending

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐘

It all started because Tryst wouldn’t shut up. Like, at all.

“Babe, I’m just saying, we could be a family again” he says, ducking a steak knife as it flies past his ear “See? We already communicate so well-”

“Tryst, you have visitation Thursdays” you hiss, holding another knife like you’re in a Food Network showdown and he’s the mystery ingredient. “If you want me back, you gotta earn it. Five knife fights. Five days. Win, and I’ll think about it”

There’s a pause. A long, stupid pause. Then that stupid smirk.

“...Winner gets custody too?”

“Winner gets bragging rights, dumbass”

DAY ONE: THE GARAGE GAUNTLET

Tryst shows up like he’s entering Mortal Kombat, shirt half-buttoned, chewing gum, muttering, “I was born ready” You’re holding a steak knife and a grudge.

“First blood wins” you say. He grins, “That’s what you said last time-” “TRYST”

He lunges. Immediately stubs his toe on a toolbox. You sidestep, stab the air near his thigh. He yelps. “You clipped me!” “Barely!” “BARELY COUNTS!”

He flops dramatically against the wall, clutching the wound like he’s been mortally wounded in a Shakespeare play. You’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe. You still declare victory. He still calls it foreplay.

DAY TWO: THE KITCHEN CATASTROPHE

He brings a baking sheet this time. Says it’s “tactical armour” You’re wielding a paring knife like Gordon Ramsay’s evil twin.

“Tryst, we’re not LARPing medieval therapy” “Speak for yourself”

He charges. You duck. Flour flies everywhere. You both look like ghost cosplayers by the end. He’s wheezing, eyes full of flour, blindly swinging the baking sheet and yelling, “COME BACK AND FACE ME, YOU COWARD!”

You throw an egg. It hits his chest. He blinks. You’re crying laughing. He drops the shield. The fight dissolves into a flour-covered wrestling match on the floor, ending with him kissing you mid-laugh.

It’s technically a draw. Emotionally, he’s so whipped.

DAY THREE: THE BACKYARD BRAWL

He shows up shirtless. You drop your knife. That’s it. You’re toast. He knows it, too.

“Gonna surrender already?” he teases, flexing like a peacock on steroids. “You’re ridiculous” “You love it”

You try to fight but he keeps dodging and making bedroom eyes. At one point, he ducks behind a lawn chair and yells, “If I win, I get family dinners and make-up sex!” You throw your knife at him, it lands in the dirt an inch from his foot. He grins. You lose because you’re too busy thinking about that grin.

He celebrates by grilling burgers and calling it “the victory feast”

DAY FOUR: THE WALMART WAR

There’s a video of this online. Millions of views. Two idiots sword-fighting with butter knives in the utensil aisle, yelling about love and responsibility.

“I’m NOT taking you back just because you look good holding cutlery!” “You’re just mad you still wanna marry me!”

Security shows up. You tell them you’re “co-parenting through combat” They tell you to leave.

Outside in the parking lot, he buys you a Slurpee. You sit on the curb, sipping, laughing until you’re wheezing. He looks at you like you hung the moon. You pretend not to notice.

DAY FIVE: THE FINAL DUEL

He pulls up blasting Eye of the Tiger, gets out in slow motion, sunglasses glinting, bandages on his arm from Day One’s “battle scar” You’re waiting, arms crossed, knife twirling.

“Last chance, lover boy” “I was born for custody battles, baby”

You fight. It’s more dance than duel now, ducking, spinning, laughing, breathing too close. You cut his sleeve again. He gasps dramatically. “MY FAVOURITE SHIRT!” “SHOULD’VE WORN ARMOUR!”

He collapses to his knees “You win… but at what cost?” You groan “Tryst, get up” He grabs your wrist, smirking. “Caught you”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. He grins wider “Admit it. You missed me” You sigh. “…Fine. You win”

He immediately lights up “HA! I KNEW TRUE LOVE COULD SURVIVE STABBING!” You shove him. He catches you. You kiss him anyway, knives clattering to the ground.

“Now Reunion Sex, lets go”

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Taglist: @gennemi @slushi-chan @bachinskination @max-borman @dumbfxck00 @emmadellaposta-blog @rainbowraii @maybsinvincible @lovelessdren @goingintocardiacarrest

kiss,marry,kill’em with kindness (and love) !

Tryst,Erik,Murphy

Thank you!!!!

𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺, 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀, 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 (𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑻)

A/N: hello my darling!! Hehe. Here is my kiss, marry and kill (with kindness and love!) For Tryst, Erik and Murphy!!🫶

Taglist: @dixontardis , @emmadellaposta-blog , @kai-komaeda , @batzy-watzy ,@roseglass-writings ,@seraphims-sins ,@queenbibbleslikesstuff , @misstankthrust @maxiibunni , @dogey29,@max-borman, @wolverineerr, @bachinskination,@punkgirlyy,@emoevanafton

Warnings: none! Just fluff! Hehe

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Kiss – Tryst

The music was still playing low in the background, his guitar leaning against the couch where he’d left it. Tryst was sitting cross-legged on the floor, hair falling into his eyes as he scribbled something down in his worn notebook. You leaned against the doorway just watching him for a moment — the way he chewed on the end of his pen, the furrow of concentration.

When he finally looked up, you crossed the room in a few steps and cupped his jaw. He blinked in surprise, lips parting just as you leaned down to press the gentlest kiss to his mouth. His hand rose like it couldn’t help itself, catching at your wrist, holding you there.

“You just… decided to do that, huh?” he asked, voice hushed.

“Yeah,” you whispered against his lips, “and I’m gonna keep doing it.”

The smile that broke across his face made you want to kiss him all over again.

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Marry – Erik

The vows had been simple, short — neither of you had ever been ones for big, flowery speeches. Now it was just you and Erik, rings still fresh on your fingers, tucked into a quiet moment away from everyone else.

He had one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand playing with your ring like he couldn’t quite believe it was real. His piercings glinted in the low light as he looked down at you with something raw and unguarded in his eyes.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he teased, voice low, but there was no hiding the way it cracked on the edges.

You laughed softly, leaning into his chest. “Good. That’s all I ever wanted.”

He kissed you slow, steady, reverent — like he was sealing the promise all over again.

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Kill (with kindness & love) – Murphy

Murphy wasn’t used to it. The softness. The way you reached for his hand without thinking. The way you brought him food when you noticed he hadn’t eaten, or the way you brushed your thumb over his knuckles when he looked like he might shatter.

One night, he broke. The weight of everything he carried finally caught up, and he found himself in your arms, trembling. “Why’re you… so good to me?” he rasped, eyes wet.

“Because you deserve it,” you murmured, kissing his temple, holding him tighter. “Even if you don’t believe it yet.”

It was killing him, in a way — all that kindness, all that love. Killing the part of him that thought he didn’t deserve any of it. And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what he needed.

After careful consideration I’ve decided to submit an official equest for my fluffy love Tryst.

-Can you please have Tryst engaging in some extra spicy foreplay with reader?

•playful kink is fine. Especially bondage. I imagine our boy being a total sub. You can boss him around but, please don’t be mean to him. 🥹

•various props are encouraged particularly blind folds and hand restraints. And if you can find a way to work in an ice cold can of Red Bull that would be greatly appreciated. ( Ex. Pouring some on readers body and ordering him to lap it up. Teasing him by rubbing the ice cold can all over his body.

• also Please give him his opportunity to take charge as well. Playfully teasing the reader is a must.

• If you could also include aftercare. I imagine Tryst being very excessive with it.

Be creative! Have fun! This is playtime for him not punishment.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Thank you! 💋

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬

A/N: hello my love!!! I absolutely loved this request! And I hope I fullfilled it hehehe. Just treating this soft, fluffy and sweet baby to something nice and soft, is definitely wonderful! Especially with what this poor baby boy has been through. He definitely deserves it! ❤

Taglist: @dixontardis, @batzy-watzy , @emmadellaposta-blog , @kai-komaeda , @roseglass-writings , @queenbibbleslikesstuff , @seraphims-sins

Warnings: minors dni, dom!reader x switchy subby Tryst,lightbondage, blindfolds, restraints, teasing, Red Bull play (cold sensory play), worship, oral (m & f receiving), powerplay with love, excessive aftercare, soft dom moments from Tryst, fluffy intimacy

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Tryst isn’t shy about his kinks—he’s just choosy about who gets to see them.

And you? Oh, he’s made it very, very clear you get the VIP experience.

Tonight’s a playful kind of night. You have him laid out on the bed, wrists loosely restrained with silk ties, a blindfold tugged into place with his lips parted just slightly, breath shallow. He’s flushed and twitchy before you even touch him.

“You’re squirming already, sweetheart,” you coo, trailing your fingertips along his chest. “Didn’t even do anything yet.”

Tryst shivers, letting out a breathy little laugh. “You talking like that is doing something.”

You hum as you crack open the can of Red Bull beside the bed. The hiss makes him flinch—anticipation curling in the air like heat lightning.

"Don’t worry, baby. You’ll like this."

You tip the can just enough to let the cold drizzle pour down your chest, collecting right between your breasts before you crawl over him. He can hear it—feel the shift in temperature when your skin brushes his lips.

"Lick it off."

He doesn’t hesitate. Tongue warm and desperate, lips open and eager, moaning softly as he licks up the cold trail you’ve left for him. He whines when you pull back, breath ragged.

Then you go in—pressing the freezing can to the inside of his thigh.

He yelps. “You menace—!”

“Oh? Getting bratty already?” you tease, tracing the icy metal in lazy little circles near his hip, then across his ribs. “I can stop.”

“No,” he gasps, hips jolting. “Please don’t. It’s so cold— fuck, it’s so good.”

The games go on like that for a while. You edge him with your mouth, your hands, and words. He begs. Whines. Moans into the blindfold like you’re unraveling him piece by piece—and you are, lovingly.

But Tryst isn’t the only one who gets to play.

When you finally release the blindfold and untie his wrists, you expect him to flop back, ruined.

Instead, he flips you with surprising control, the softest smirk tugging his lips. “My turn?”

You barely get out a laugh before he’s trailing kisses down your stomach, fingers dancing along your thighs, cold can pressed teasingly against your skin this time.

“I think you need to cool down, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Let me help.”

You get exactly what you gave—plus some. Because when Tryst gets to take the reins, he doesn’t just tease. He worships.

And when it’s all said and done? Oh, the aftercare.

You're half-asleep and boneless, but Tryst’s up and moving—tucking warm blankets around you, pressing kisses to your forehead, feeding you sips of water and brushing your hair back like he’s nursing a princess.

“Too much?” he whispers, gentle fingers stroking over your thigh.

“Perfect,” you mumble. “You?”

He smiles against your neck. “Best night of my life.”

I will posting one chapter a day for it hehehe, chapter one is up currently! Chapter two will be up soon! I'm gonna go ahead and also post it soon!

And I've already pretty much FINISHED the whole thing, and it's so damn good to the point I'm already planning out a sequel to it. Which is definitely gonna be GOOD! As I'm also currently working on the sequel as well! Which is crazy😂

Y'all I'm just full of ideas! I also have a Tryst x fem! Reader chapter story, and Max Borman x fem!reader story as well! Being planned out currently! And I will also work on writing requests y'all send me!

I definitely enjoy writing, its a way for me to unwind and destress. Definitely keeps my mind BUSY and I love it!

Sneak Peek to the name of the sequel below!:

Taglist: @dixontardis , @mandyluvsharmon , @emmadellaposta-blog , @kai-komaeda , @batzy-watzy , @roseglass-writings , @seraphims-sins , @queenbibbleslikesstuff , @misstankthrust @maxiibunni , @dogey290, @hyperfixationhappiness

No warnings, just pure fluff and sweetness

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The first thing you noticed when you woke wasn’t the light, but the smell — coffee brewing somewhere down the hall, and something warm and sweet, like toasted bread drizzled with honey.

When you shuffled into the kitchen, still wrapped in his hoodie, Tryst was already there, barefoot and humming to himself, hair sticking up in a way that told you he hadn’t looked in a mirror yet. A jar of honey sat open on the counter beside a plate of toast, and the sunlight was spilling through the window just enough to catch the golden stream as he drizzled it.

“You’re up,” he said softly, glancing over his shoulder at you with that sleepy grin you secretly loved most. “Thought I’d make you breakfast before you could complain you were hungry.”

You leaned against the doorway, watching him fuss with the toast. “That’s sweet of you.”

He looked up, and the moment your eyes met, the corners of his mouth twitched into something softer. “Sweet as honey, babe,” he teased, sliding the plate toward you before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in.

You melted into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of coffee and his cologne. His lips brushed your hairline. “Mornings are better when you’re here,” he murmured, voice still low from sleep.

And maybe it was the warmth of the kitchen, or the way he said it like he meant it entirely, but you swore the honey tasted sweeter than it ever had before.

A/N: day twenty one with tryst!

Fluffvember Event

Contains: Touch-starved affection, soft teasing, warmth, blankets, fireplace glow

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The fireplace crackled softly, popping now and then like it was trying to join their conversation. Outside, the rain tapped the windows in a slow, soothing rhythm, but the inside of her living room was all amber glow, blankets, and the faint scent of vanilla from the candle she’d lit earlier.

Tryst sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, legs stretched out, hoodie sleeves pushed up just enough to show the bracelets he forgot he still wore. His cheeks were warm from the heat already or maybe from the fact that she was curled into him, her back pressed to his chest, his arms loosely around her waist.

He didn’t always know how to start conversations, how to fill the quiet. But moments like this? He didn’t need to. The silence between them was easy.

She shifted just slightly, settling deeper against him.

He felt it like a spark.

“You good?” he murmured, voice low and raspy in the dim light.

“Mhm,” she hummed, her fingers brushing the blanket draped over both of them. “You’re warm.”

He huffed a tiny laugh. “It’s the hoodie. Kinda fake warmth.”

But she shook her head, leaning back until her shoulder nudged his jaw.

“No… it’s you.”

Tryst swallowed.

He’d been wrapped around her for twenty minutes already, but somehow those words pulled him closer without him even thinking. His arms tightened around her waist, slow and tentative, as if he was afraid he’d spook her. She only melted into him more.

The fire flickered, casting gold across his face. From her angle, she could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath steady, grounding, safe.

“This is nice,” she said softly.

“Yeah.”

A quiet exhale left him, almost relieved.

“I… never really did stuff like this before.”

“Stuff like what?”

“Just…” His chin grazed the side of her head as he looked down at her. “Being close. Without it meaning something complicated.”

She looked up at him over her shoulder, her eyelashes brushing his hoodie.

“And what does it mean now?”

Tryst paused.

In the glow of the fire, he looked softer than she’d ever seen him something vulnerable flickering behind his usual calm expression.

“It means I don’t wanna let go,” he admitted, barely more than a whisper.

The words sank into her chest like warmth spreading under her ribs.

She reached back, fingers brushing his jaw. His eyes fluttered shut for a second like he was savoring how gentle her touch was. When he opened them again, he rested his forehead lightly against the side of hers.

“You don’t have to,” she whispered.

Tryst let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh shaky, relieved, unguarded. His arms wrapped fully around her this time, pulling her against him until there was no space left between them. Her hands slid over his forearms as she settled into him, fitting perfectly.

The fire hissed, the room dimmed into a soft cocoon of golden warmth, and Tryst rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Warm enough?” he murmured.

“With you?” she whispered back.

“Always.”

Tryst’s smile was small, almost shy but completely real.

He pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the side of her head.

Not rushed.

Not heated.

Just… tender.

The kind of kiss that said he was safe here.

In the glow of a fireplace that flickered like it approved of the two of them.

With her.

And he didn’t let go.

Not for the rest of the night.

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Missed you babe! Can I request some Tryst fluff. Like reader is watching a horror movie with him and it’s making him jumpy and anxious. Ty!!! - Mandy

𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

A/N: Mandyyyyy!!! I've missed you so much darling!! MUAHHHH. Everyone in the server has missed you as well!! We are all so happy you're back!!! Love ya babes!!!

Warnings: Fluff/comfort, horror movie setting (jump scares), Tryst being anxious/jumpy, lots of cuddling, light teasing, protective reader.

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The glow of the TV flickered across the dark living room, casting shadows that seemed just a little too real. Tryst sat beside you, a bowl of popcorn in his lap, shoulders tense as the movie’s music swelled.

You could see it coming—the jump scare.

And sure enough, Tryst nearly launched the popcorn across the room when it hit, cursing under his breath as his whole body jolted. “Okay, seriously—why does anyone enjoy this?” he muttered, eyes darting back to the screen like it might lunge at him.

You bit back a laugh, tucking yourself closer to his side. “Because it’s fun to get scared.”

“Fun? That’s debatable,” he grumbled, but his arm automatically looped around you, holding tight like you were his anchor. His heartbeat was thumping hard under your cheek, and you could feel how wound up he was.

Another sudden sound effect made him flinch, and this time you laughed outright. “Babe, you’re jumpier than the characters.”

He shot you a half-hearted glare, cheeks flushing pink. “Not my fault they make it so damn loud.” But when you leaned up and kissed his jaw, he softened immediately, clinging a little tighter.

“I’ll protect you,” you teased, threading your fingers through his.

That earned you a grin—shy, a little sheepish, but real. “Yeah? Guess I’ll take my chances then.” He buried his face against your neck, muttering, “Still hate this though,” even as he stayed curled into your side.

By the time the credits rolled, he was still holding you like the movie might reach out of the screen if he let go. And honestly? You didn’t mind one bit.

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