#Sylvester x Reader

[attemptingwriter]

Truth, Dare, or Statistics

Sylvester Dodd x Reader

Warnings: fluff, female reader, bit of self-deprecating talk, Paige outs your crush on Sly

"You should just tell him." Paige's voice startled me out my trance. I shook my head and turned to look at her.

"What?"

She sighed. "You need to tell Sylvester. It would make you feel better."

"Oh no. No, no, no. I cannot tell him! He is a certified genius and I'm just a nobody. Seriously, I don't even know why you guys let me hang around," I said.

Paige sat next to me at the table, laying a hand on my arm. "You are not a nobody. Everyone loves having you around. You are smarter than you think and you help everyone here."

I laid my head on her shoulder, resting my hand on hers. "Thanks Paige. But still, Sly could do so much better than me."

"He really couldn't. He loves you."

I shot straight up and stared at her. "Nu uh. You are kidding me."

Paige smiled. "You're just too busy denying everything to see it. But I see they way he looks at you when you're not paying attention. You're the moon to him."

My face scrunched in confusion. "Isn't it normally 'you're the sun'?"

"How do you look at the sun?" Paige countered.

"I don't. It hurts."

"And how do you look at the moon?"

I sighed, seeing her point. "Like it's the most beautiful thing in existence. But come on, Paige."

Paige shook her head. "Don't you dare. I may not be a certified genius but I can tell when someone's in love."

I shrugged.

Paige patted my shoulder. "You'll see." She ignored my gaze as she stood from the table and walked off. She walked over to the staircase and called up to our friends.

"Guys, break time! Get down here!"

She had a smile on her face as she walked back over to me and pulled me to the couch.

Surprisingly, our friends had listened to her and came downstairs.

"What's going on, Paige?" Walter asked, taking a seat next to his girlfriend.

Paige pulled out her phone and began typing. "You guys have been up there for hours so it's time for a break. I ordering pizza and we're gonna play a game."

"Ooh, what kind of game?" Toby asked.

Paige finished ordering and put her phone away. "We're gonna play Truth, Dare or Statistics."

"What's that?" Happy asked, grabbing a chair from the table.

"It's like basic truth or dare but you have the option to ask for a statistical question. So if it was my turn and I asked (Y/N) "truth, dare or statistic" and she chose statistic, I would ask a statistical question such as "how many women have green eyes". She would give me an answer and if she was correct, it'd be her turn to ask somebody else but if she gets it wrong then I get to make her do whatever I want." Paige explained.

"I like this game!" Toby exclaimed, sitting by Happy.

"I take it I'm in charge of deciding if a statistics answered correctly?" Sylvester asked. He grabbed a chair and moved to sit by me so we were all sitting in a circle.

"Yup. Ready to play?"

The group agreed and the game began. Toby managed to dare Happy to let Paige dress her in one of her outfits and Walter got asked who he was secretly jealous of. (He tried to get out of it but said it was Sly.)

The pizza came after a couple of rounds and we chowed down as we continued on with the game.

We were dying of laughter as Sylvester got dared to sing the National Anthem in falsetto. Finally Paige turned to me.

"Truth, dare, or statistic, (Y/N)?"

"Statistic. Let's see if my random ability to guess numbers works on this."

"What is the likelihood that Sylvester has a crush on you?"

Everything went quiet. I felt frozen as Paige's question processed in my head. I couldn't look at anybody else but Paige, too scared to see what their reaction would be.

"0%. We've talked about this Paige," I answered quietly.

"But you're wrong! Please, I just want to see my best friends happy!" Paige pleaded.

I shook my head and stood up. "Thanks for trying, Paige. I'll see you later."

I started walking away when Sylvester called out. "Paige is right! Don't you want to hear the correct answer?"

I stopped walking and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Sure," I said turning around, faking a smile.

Sly took a deep breath, fiddling with his fingers. "The likelihood that I have a crush on you is not 0%. It's 100%. I've just been too scared to say anything because I thought you could do better."

"Sly, no one could be better than you. You're a literal genius and so so kind to everyone. What's not to love about you?" I walked over to where Sylvester was standing, fighting the nerves.

Sly smiled and took my hand. "So what do you say? Will you let me take you on a date?"

I smiled back and nodded.

"Finally!" Toby yelled.

I jumped and turned to face my friends that I forgot were still here. "What?"

"We've been waiting forever for you two to finally confess." Happy explained.

"The fact that you couldn't see the pining happening was excruciating! I was dying to force you two into a closet till you guys kissed but Paige said no." Toby added.

"Which is why I'm confused you practically forced them to say something now." Walter pitched in.

Paige grimaced. "I know. I didn't want to force you guys to do anything but I didn't want to see you in pain coming up with different scenarios where Sly rejected you, (Y/N). The guys needed a break from their work so they wouldn't get burned out and I saw an opportunity."

I glared at Paige before smiling gently. "Well, thank you I guess. I probably wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't intervened."

Sylvester squeezed my hand and smiled. "At least we know now. No sense worrying about what might have been."

I nodded and leaned against him. "I think we've had enough of a break. Sly, wanna show me what you've been working on?"

Sly nodded and began talking about his project as we made our way upstairs. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Paige, giving her a silent thank you.

She smiled back and nodded.

#Sylvester dodd #Sylvester #Sylvester x reader #scorpion x reader #scorpion #Scorpion drama series #walter o'brien #Paige #Toby #Happy #X reader #happy quinn #paige dineen #Toby curtis

[shxtpxstlxvxngfxck]

Would you be able to write a Sylvie (ee) x male reader??(preferably ftm but its up to you) It can be head canons, a fic, a drabble, etc, whatever you wanna do! I just need some more of the sheep wizard in my life. My fictional crushes help me cope :3

I hope you've had a good day and stay safe!! - o

Sorry for the wait, but you got it! And thank you you have a good day too!

you two share clothes all the time

Won’t call you any pet names but if he had a mobile phone it would be smth corny

Offers sources to gender affirming care

If asked to, he’ll totally pay for tip surgery or testosterone

This goes for any sylvie prompt but he’s the little spoon

You could literally do anything and he’ll be flustered by how cute you are 

Chappy and Carlton Blubbs visit you two and you and Carlton bond over gender stuff (I hc carlton as somewhat gender non conforming bc he called himself chappy’s wife and idk it’s just cute)

He has pulled an all nighter to read up on transgender mental health and medical/mental care

You’ve told him it’s unnecessary but he won’t listen

You’re his first boyfriend and tbh he’s just happy he got this far

Obviously tries too hard to be the best boyfriend in the world but you appreciate it a lot 

Think Amity from the owl house

“I, his awesome boyfriend, pulled three consecutive all nighters for him! Aren’t I the best?”

He’s a loser but you love him sm

The yellow hoodie in his sprites has become your dysphoria hoodie so he bought a spare one

The receptionist at his therapy office wondered where the coffee stains went

Is always there to listen you you no matter what it’s about 

While he read up on it, he was not prepared for your testosterone effects

Not that he’s complaining about you feeling more intense emotions, it’s just a lot

He’s just happy you’re getting more comfortable with yourself

Notices your deep voice before you do and immediately tells you about it

He throws a mini party with an apple that has a candle stuck in it

#sylvester ashling #epithet erased #ee sylvester #ee sylvie #sylvie ashling #sylvester x reader #Sylvie x reader #sylvester ashling x reader #Sylvie ashling x reader #headcanons #x reader #reader insert #request

[colorfultyrantearthquake]

Hold me close (Rocky Balboa x Fem!reader)

Part I

Description: Suffering loss; Rocky lacks motivation, his trust in himself and his belief in his power. Will he comeback like he always does? Will you have a role in it?

Warnings: Self conflict, self doubt, self criticism, depression, panick attack, anxiety, mentions of physical pain, overthinking, frustration.

Words: 1k+

Setting: not precise, it best suits the 3rd/5th parts if you want to build certain tragic circumstances to justify his depressed state, but no kid or wife.

Note: Hi everyone! I've been searching for some Rocky fics for a while now but haven't found much tbh, so I thought I could write one hehe.

{If anyone reads this or finds it interesting, I'd be delighted to have a feedback. Have fun and thanks in advance!}

Rocky's eyes fluttered open.

Feeling heavy all over, he stares at the ceiling for a good amount of time. Rolling over to his side, eyes shut with face buried into the pillow, he felt his brain go instantly into overdrive.

Rocky felt like throwing up, he was so beaten, not physically, but emotionally, he felt the world's weight on his chest: "If it was on my shoulders I would've carried it better than that." He muttered into the pillow, covering his face with his arm, he felt like crying, wanted to rip this feeling off his chest and become the free strong-willed stallion he's always been.

But this time was different.

After everything he's done, everything he's been through, Rocky always finds himself hitting rock bottom, over and over and over; he lost count. Returning to his first apartment made him sick like he's never been. After all this time and hard work? He only wanted to prove himself to himself, to the world, to everybody, that he deserves to live as much as he fought.

Groaning, he lift himself off the bed, sitting on it's side.

"Yo, get your ass up, you're not gonna be a bum now will ya!" He heard a thought.

" I CAN'T THINK, I CAN'T LIVE, I'M TIRED, I'M BROKE, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE. LET. ME. BE."

Rocky felt his brain splitting in half, wincing at the very loud angry voices sparring in him. He went to the fridge, frame hunched and shoulders slouch, opening it only to find a can of beer, two eggs and a cupcake. Slamming it shut, he went to the mirror, looking at his reflection, his stomach twisted in pain.

Face pale white, once brown eyes became cold and dark, little bags with small red cuts adorned his eyes, hair untamed and almost losing it's shine. Rocky felt afraid, he can't reach the fighter within him, he can't find a cause no more.

No more going to the gymnasium or walking around the city, his doubts of having all these matches being set-ups and the feeling that he wasn't as good as he thought he was turned him into someone he doesn't know, he also went bankrupt already, he never minded losing money, but now it feels like a punch in his guts.

All gone. After all this effort.

Rocky couldn't control his fear anymore, couldn't face it either, he didn't know how to deal with it, all this depression thing was new to him, and it was taking its toll visibly, he always felt frustrated, like there was some angry power buried in his arms.

Every feeling hit him sharply, precisely, like a punch that's been practiced for years, only for him.

Rocky felt waves and jabs of pain everywhere: his heart, abdomen, ribs, lungs, back, face. Falling to his knees, his chest heaved, fighting to take his breath, he felt his vision blur slightly at the beginning.

"I... I can't do this anymore." He whispered, weakness taking over him, worn out, he felt everything all at once, he wasn't used to feeling weak or scared. He didn't want to be broken.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE."

Punching the floor while shouting, every word followed by a punch. Rocky felt hot tears stream down his face, his hands shaking with his body, muscles trembling from the effort and anxiety, feeling his vision swirl and breath slowing; he collapsed on the floor consumed by the void.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE." you heard a loud, masculine shout fill the silence around you, accompanied with various strong punches and a thud as you took the chocolate cake out of the oven. Your cat looked at you in shared curiousity.

You knew there weren't many neighbours in the building, almost none. And the one directly above you was the one and only: Rocky Balboa.

You never really talked much, you knew he had turtles and loved them deeply, you have always been fond of his childlike demeanor, his angelic baby-face, yet you were infatuated with the fighter he became when in action.

Having only talked once or twice, you never got the guts to knock on his door or invite him for beer or coffee, you could barely wave at him when you see him running out of your window, you always felt something at the pit of your stomach when you saw him, you never hang around him long enough to figure out what it was. You weren't the only one who loved Rocky, everybody did, he was everybody's hope, everybody's hero, yet you always felt safe knowing you were in the same space.

You've seen him play countless times, you knew he always had a good and cheerful spirit through ups and downs, no matter how hard his downs were, no matter how frequent they were, you knew how strong he was capable of holding his ground.

So to say you were surprised was an understatement.

You waited for a while, letting the cake cool off, you stumbled closer to where your ceiling was hit, you didn't see much damage only microcracks.

"No way." You stood on your tiptoes to check again, pushing your glasses up your nose for better sight.

Nothing. Absolutely no damage done.

Now you felt concerned.

For a shy, introverted, extremely calm girl, that was a very intense situation. Loud was never your language, you understood it, could handle it, but never use it. You hesitated, pacing back and forth, weighing the possibilities.

"He could be hurt," you paced, "or he could be completely fine." You thought, biting your nails.

"He could be training, it doesn't have to be something serious, right?" You asked your cat who looked at you, confused, as you kept rubbing your hands together stressfully.

Ten more minutes passed without any sign of life coming from upstairs.

Feeling the cold December air seep through the small cracks in your apartment, you were left with no choice.

Grabbing your scarf you put it tight around your neck with your coat, you put slices of the fresh cake you made in a plate -you didn't want to check on him empty handed-, took your keys and went out closing the door way too fast before your cat bolts out.

Taking a deep breath, you took the stairs step by step until you reached his door.

"1818" you whispered as your eyes lingered on the numbers atop of the door, a small barely noticed sign hung beside the door.

"Robert "Rocky" Balboa" you read his name quietly, your thoughts halted as you started worrying.

"Should I call him Robert? Or just Rocky?" You thought as your palms started sweating. "Should I say Mr. Balboa instead?" You scoffed at your silly thoughts.

"Just knock... He could be dead."

Swallowing after your last thought, your nerves getting the best of you, you gather the strength, inhale, and finally, knock on his door three times.

"Uhh, Mr. Robert?"

Rocky's ears twitched, his head and body heavy as if he was hit by a bus, just like the morning after a fight. He felt like an open wound that won't stop bleeding.

"I wanna make sure you're...okay?" The voice was muffled, yet he could hear it close, the statement coming out more as a question.

Rocky groaned as he came to his surroundings. He fought to open his eyes and lift himself off the ground, feeling his hand ache along with his body, his whole being throbbing with pulse.

Rocky got up, swayed a little before leaning on the wall until his vision cleared. He didn't know how to save himself, he felt drowning.

Taking deep breaths, trying to remember what happened to him and how did he end up with bruised hands, a sweaty body and a slightly cracked floor, when the voice spoke again.

"I'm sorry if I'm causing any disturbance. I heard a heavy thud and just wanted to know if I could help with-"

The door flew open suddenly, catching you off guard mid-sentence.

Looking up, you saw Rocky standing, hair messed up, face white as a ghost and full of sweat, dark and cold irises greeted you, unlike the warm chocolate brown you remember.

Eyes swollen with his lids slightly down, baby cuts with bags around them, your eyes traveled to his hands, they were both red, no scratches, no blood, just red, one hand had slightly bruised knuckles, one cheek was a shade darker than his hands.

You guessed that this is the one he fell on.

"Anything I could do for you?" You heard his voice, deep and gravely, heavy with his Italian accent adorned with heavy breaths, it wasn't friendly, but if you weren't home you would've thought he was only training. You didn't know if he recognized you in whatever state he was in.

The plate of cake shaking the slightest bit in your hands, he was taller than you -most definitely-, clad in a white tank top that did nothing to hide his physique, tall firm legs hugged by grey sweats which weren't tight, but completely fair.

You didn't know what to say, you only stared for a lifetime and felt like a complete idiot.

"I-, I didn't mean to- uh, bother you!" You stuttered and exclaimed quickly, being met with unfased eyes, you were extremely uncomfortable, why was he doing this? You weren't sure if he was really hurt or if he was just letting off steam.

Suddenly feeling like it was absolutely none of your business, you couldn't explain how worried you were.

"I'm sorry I thought you needed something... or help....or someone........ This is a really bad idea." Shifting your weight from one foot to another, gazing into the plate like a black hole, squirming under his gaze, you felt your hands sweat as anxiety bubbled in your stomach.

"I don't know what to say I'm- I'm sorry I'm sure it's a misunderstanding...." You breathed heavily.

"I'm gonna leave this here I hope you like it thankyousomuch!"

Giving him no chance to respond, you shut your eyes tightly, pushing the plate straight into his hands, running hurriedly down to your apartment....

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I guess that's the first part! I'm not sure what this will turn into but I hope it goes smooth, it won't be long however, three parts max.

Hope you enjoyed this one, feedback is always appreciated <3

#sylvester stallone #sly #sly stallone #slystallone #Rocky #rocky #rocky balboa #balboa #rocky x reader #sylvester x reader #sylvester stallone x reader #female reader #romance #80s #70s #rockyfic #slyfic #Sylvester Stallone fic #rocky iv #rocky iii #rockyii #rockyi #boxing #Rocky series #rockybalboa #anxeity #rocky fic #neighbours #rocky balboa x reader #rocky balboa x female reader

[ayyyy-le-simp]

I was having a lovely conversation with my mom today at the dinner table while eating tacos. We were talking about fictional and celebrity hunks. She listed Chris Evans, Thor and Chris Pratt. I listed Harrison Ford/ Han Solo and Bucky Barnes.

“Who else do you find as a hunk?” My beloved mami (mom for Spanish, yes I still call her mami, let me act like a kid around her 🙄) asked.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to nothing but air “Hunter from The Bad Batch.”

My amazing Mami looked at me and said “That’s a cartoon character” She gave me a look and said “that’s…weird.”

I then showed her a picture of Hunter (even though she has seen him before). She then said “He looks like Rambo.”

My somewhat uncultured ass looked up Rambo.

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Holy smokes-

MY MOTHER, MY AMAZING MAMI, WAS NOT LYING

Conversation with a friend of mine after looking up Rambo

RAMBO IS LITERALLY HUNTER BUT FROM THE 80S WITH A PEW PEW AND SWEATY ASS ABS AND SHOULDERS ANS BICEPS

Hunter, baby, honey, sweetheart, cream to my coffee, amor, mi corazón, please, take off your shirt and be Space Rambo. I’ll be your little housewife. I cook, clean, and I’m great with kids. Call me at 1-800-NEED-A-MAN

#star wars #holy cow #holy smokes #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #hunter the bad batch #rambo #sylvester stallone #80s men #dilf fan club #PLEASE LET ME BRING MY MAN #OH MY GOSH LOOK AT THOSE BEAUTIFUL ABS #FOAMING AT THE MOUTH #PLEASE ILL BE A GOOD GIRL #ONE CHANCE #thank you to my mom for opening my eyes #the bad batch star wars #tbb hunter x reader #Star wars you bastard for making hot men #hunter x reader #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch echo #the bad batch tech #the bad batch Crosshair #love you mom 💖 #Sylvester Stallone you are one gorgeous bastard

[theteabush]

|Hunter Sylvester Headcanons in my fanfics|

His self-harm scars are usually covered with foundation

He's deaf in one ear

His ring is a gift from his father from a long time ago

He has anger issues (pretty obvious from the movie tho)

He's very obsessive. Not just with metal, but if he gets attached to someone and decides that's his person, that's his person

He LOVES cats

He doesn't know how to fight

He secretly loves slow, love songs

He would write love songs once he gets a partner

He used to be left-handed when he was young but people were giving him weird looks so he forced himself into right-handed writing

He likes to collect can tabs

He trims his own ends of his hair (to let it grow longer damn)

He's strong on the outside, but would cry in his room every night

He prefers rainy days to stay home and practice guitar

His preferred sleeping position is on his stomach with hands under his pillow

In summer he puts his hair in a bun/ponytail

Has a slight V line 👀

He has anxiety tics

#Hunter #hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #hunter metal lords #hunter #Huntersylvester #metal lords #MetalLords #netflix #Hunter sylvester x you #headcanons

[scp230kinnie]

Hi, would you okay writing some general headcanons on what it would be to date Hunter Sylvester from Metal Lords? Also, I just realized that he has mommy issues, and I have daddy issues so we’re perfect for each other💀

Yes :3

Hunter Sylvester dating Headcanons 😻

(Mostly gender neutral)

Likes to be little spoon but won’t admit it😇

Doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together for, he still gets a bit embarrassed with lovey dovey stuff, but will do it anyway

He definitely has a mild fear of commitment. After his mom leaving (I’m so sorry💀) he STILL doesn’t trust that people won’t leave him

Hunter is attracted to confidence (not to be confused with arrogance) in a partner.

His standards for appearance are fairly low, however, he's looking more for personality than appearance.

Okay so you know how guys will “serenade” girls with their guitar and stuff,,, yeah. He doesn’t want to think of it as serenading, mostly just flexing his guitar skills on you

Everyone seems to forget that he’s CANONICALLY a mega virgin. He is not super flirty or anything. He’s probably never held hands with a girl.

You will probably have to be the one to initiate dates

When he does happen to be the one to initiate dates, it’s taking you to metal concerts lol

If you ask him out, he'll probably think that you're joking with him. He'll probably spend the entirety of the date thinking that.

He is insanely stubborn, so if and when you guys argue, he will absolutely stand his ground

Fights aren’t really that common, just because you’re probably his first partner, and he really doesn’t wanna mess that up.

If you guys are close enough, he does get clingy, but he doesn’t like to show that in public.

He would also never admit it.

He doesn’t let ANYONE except you play with his hair🙏

While I mentioned he has commitment issues, he does get attached very quickly

He’s also the jealous type for sure. He definitely doesn’t like seeing other guys flirting with you.

Or talking with you

Or looking at you

Moving on

He MIGHT share his clothes with you.

His hoodies/sweaters, automatic yes. He loves how they look on you

His band tees, usually a yes.

His jewelry and stuff is a hard maybe. Depends how he feels that day

He doesn’t like crying in front of you (or at all). He thinks it makes him less of a man

Sometimes he will let you comforting though

On the other hand, if he sees you crying, automatically full protection mode.

He will comfort you, buy you whatever you want, and threaten to punch whoever made you feel like that

Speaking of buying you things, he always does. If you’re in a store, looking at something like “hmm this looks good” he will pick it up and immediately have his dads credit card coming in clutch

If you’re type of person who smokes/drinks, he will let you, but he won’t be supportive of it. Seeing as he doesn’t do stuff like that.

He really doesn’t like seeing you drunk/high. He’ll be like “told you so” then proceed to take care of you/ be your tripsitter.

Tbh he does not care if you get hungover. He’ll just say some shit like “told you that’ll happen” then get you some aspirin and water then leave you to fend for yourself for a bit😭

He makes so many playlists for you, all consisting of his music taste

He also writes songs for you ❤️❤️❤️

The end guys

#fluff #headcanons #scp230kinnie #tumblr #hunter sylvester fluff #hunter #hunter sylvester #Hunter Sylvester x reader #Hunter Sylvester Headcanons #fluff headcanons #metal lords #metal lords Headcanons

[iluvreid]

Sometimes I like to think of the tv show Glee as a whole as one of Diana Reid’s hallucinations. Like that show was a fever dream in itself so it makes sense

#glee #Sue sylvester #diana reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #mgg #spencer reid x y/n #mgg pics #spencer reid x fem!reader #i need this man biblically #criminal minds smut

[devilsjacket]

hunter s. patching up your fingers after you dont use a pick for your guitar

hunter sylvester x male reader

warnings: mentions of blood, hunter being soft

summary: you should really start using a pick for your guitar. Like seriously.

Hunter was concerned when she saw the state your fingers were in, like seriously you had blood splattered on your guitar. It looked like you had hit someone with it.

He immediately stopped you and it was only until then you realised how much pain you were in.

“Oh fuck- damn that hurts” you winced as you stared at your hand, sighing as you mentally slapped yourself for not bringing your own pick, you knew Hunter had no spares at the moment.

You set your guitar down as soon as Hunter pulled you to his bed, evidently worried about you whilst he went to the grab his med kit (he always kept one just in case things like this happened)

“Babe, if you want I’ll buy you a pick just please- stop hurting yourself, you know” he spoke softly as he cleaned your cuts, softly apologising when he heard you hiss.

“Yeah I know, I’ll go get one don’t worry.” You reassured him, pulling him down with your non injured hand to give him a soft kiss, which still made his heart swell despite you both kissing each other quite a bit.

Hunter couldn’t help but smile as he put plasters on each injured finger after throwing away the disinfectant wipes he used prior.

“God look at your guitar” Hunter points out as you wrapped your arms around his small waist, pushing your face into his abdomen. You hummed in response and smiled

“I mean it looks pretty cool, I can’t lie” You admitted which earned a frown from your boyfriend, you smiled and raised your hands in defence “kidding kidding”

“Just be careful next time” He said before kissing the top of your head and walking back to his own guitar to continue practicing.

made by @devilsjacket

thank you so much for taking the time to read this, I really hope you enjoyed it! If you have any ideas for other stories don’t be afraid to ask me. Have a nice day!

#male reader #male y/n #x male reader #male yn #hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #hunter sylvester x male reader #metal lords #metal lords x reader #metal lords x male reader #metalhead!reader #metalhead reader

[peaceesells]

《Hunter sylvester dating hcs》

I feel weird simping for hunter because I have a friend that looks exactly like him 💀

Also there needs to be more hunter stuff like come on

G/N reader

Warnings:nothing really

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

☆ he makes sure to keep an eye on you at school, even before you were dating becuase skip is an asshole

☆ Hunter doesn't seem like the type to crave physical affection but he has his moments

☆ like when you two are alone watching a movie, he'll rest his arm over your shoulders

☆ or if he had a bad day and he just needs a comforting hug (and maybe a kiss? 😗)

☆ if you don't listen to metal, hunter will 100% convert you to listen to it

☆ he'd let you play with his hair and style it in different ways but only when you're alone

☆ picks you up and drives you home from school every single day, even if you don't ask him to

☆ he'd let you wear some of his rings but they're probably to big for you so you have to make them fit with bread ties (does anyone else do this 💀)

☆ his love language is gift giving, and if you say you like something he definitely doesn't forget

☆ and since he's kinda rich (since his dad is kinda rich) he tries to get you whatever you want

☆ he brings you gifts alot even at school, they're usually jewelry like earings or necklaces

☆ sometimes it's clothes, like if you say you like a certain band you can bet he'll buy you one of there shirts (as long as it's a metal band duh)

☆ sometimes on weekends he'll just randomly show up at your house, and you two end up hanging out for the rest of the day, sometimes he ends up spending the night

☆ he much prefers being at your house than his, he even has his own pair of sleeping clothes at your house if he ends up staying over

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

//jdhdjebekwbe sorry this is short I can't think of anything else rn, if I do I'll add it 🙄☝\\

#metal lords #hunter sylvester #kevin schlieb #netflix #hunter sylvester x reader #dating headcanons

[ephedrathirsts]

Teach me

Synopsis: Your best friend asks you to take his virginity. As the both of you spend more time getting intimate with each other, you are forced to acknowledge your feelings for one another.

Contains: idiots in love trope, friends to lovers trope, lovers in denial, one-bed trope, crack and sarcasm, mutual pining, smut, fingering (reader receiving), dry-humping, fluff, afab reader, eventual angst, anger issues, allusions to surgery

Pairing: Hunter Sylvester! x afab! reader

Word count: 4900

Parts: I, II

You woke up feeling Hunter's breath tickling the back of your neck, his hand still resting firmly on top of you. You turned around to look at him as he was asleep. He looked very peaceful- a huge contrast with his usual state of being. His eyebrows were scrunched up and his mouth was slightly open. He looked cute just lying there. He pulled you closer and nuzzled into you.

  "I could feel you staring at me even in my sleep." He yawned and swallowed.

 You were caught, embarrassment flooding your head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." You whispered apologetically.

 "It's ok, you can make it up to me by staying like this for a little bit." You flushed. He wanted to hold you close. You were baffled but also incredibly joyful about it.

 "I can do that." You assured

  He made a clicking noise with his tongue and pecked your cheek. You were melting. The last thing you had ever imagined is Hunter being so soft and loving. I guess it is true what people say- harsh exterior, mushy interior. His hair was getting all messy as he adjusted to lay on your chest and put his arms on your sides.

 This whole course or whatever he called it was working all too well with you realizing that you might in fact have feelings for this weirdo. You couldn't keep lying to yourself anymore. Your heart was getting warmer for him by the second and the lovey-dovey act made it all the worse. You needed to snap out of it. Detach before it got fatal.

 "I think I need to go home."

 "We haven't even had breakfast yet. There is Captain Crunch in the kitchen, especially for you." He smiled

 "Oh, fuck you, asshole." You jabbed him lightly in the ribs and giggled.

 "Ouch, that hurt a lot. Don't you want to kiss it better?" He pouted, pleading to you with his eyes.

 You lowered your head to level with his ribs and kissed them over his T-shirt. Then you quickly got out of bed and got your clothes from his desk. "Ok, I gotta run now. Hope you feel better." You nudged yourself to get dressed as fast as possible and head out of the door but before you knew it he was out of bed and hugging you.

 "I'm not going to be keeping you. Just wanted to say bye." He declared as he put one loose strand of hair behind your ear.

 Your heart was in your throat. Or somewhere else entirely, you weren't sure. But all you knew was that you couldn't speak. You couldn't say anything. You tried to calm down your breathing discreetly, bit down on your tongue, and coughed up a quiet "goodbye". You let go of him and rushed out the door.

 His face dropped once you had gone. He knew he had fucked up. Maybe you wouldn't want to even see him again. He probably freaked you out with how needy he was acting but he couldn’t control it. His plan wasn’t going so great after all.

 "Fuck!" He hissed as he punched the kitchen island. "Shit, that actually did hurt. Fuck!" He snickered again, holding his fist close to his face so he could inspect it.

 "Don't break any of my furniture, kid!" His dad came into the room. "You had a rough night? Wanna talk about it..." For a moment Hunter considered it and then..

 "... I mean I get it; they always look prettier at night and in the morning... Uh... Real hags, am I right?" He tried to sound as if he empathized with his son.

 "You are talking about my best friend!" Hunter snapped.

 "Oh, she spent the night. She is a good kid. But what I said still applies. Everyone looks better at night and when you wake up you realize you made a mistake..."

 "Yeah, I get that," Hunter mumbled to himself with a pained expression. "I'm alright, I'm just gonna go down to my room."

 "Ok, kiddo. I'm gonna make bacon later, you can help yourself to a serving.." Hunter had already left.

  In the meantime, you were sprinting home, galloping even, floating through the air. But why? You felt so nice with him. There was no actual reason for you to go. You couldn't take it. All this uncertainty. All of these intrusive thoughts clouding your judgment. You couldn’t like your friend. Especially not now. Not after what you agreed to do. It is only bound to become worse for you while in the back of his mind there was probably a mental list of all of the girls he was going to bed or whatever.

You had to put your feelings aside. Your friend needed you and you promised to help. And to start making things right you needed to apologize. "I'm sorry I ran off in such a hurry. I remembered I had to look after my uncle's dog. I had a really good time last night! Next time you can pick the show :)"  

  You texted, wanting to make sure you didn't offend him in any way with your behavior, sprinkling in a little white lie to seem as not so big of an asshole.

 Hunter's phone buzzed. He saw he got a text from you. He wasn't prepared for whatever you had sent but curiosity urged him to open the message. "It's no problem. Next time we are doing it at yours and ur ordering."  He replied, a smile appearing on his face.

  Hunter came over to your house the next weekend. He made a mental note: no funny business, no overdoing it, no scaring you off. He wanted to do anything and everything with you. Go all the way, but you didn't need to know it or sense it. He shouldn't have made it obvious. "Ok, here goes nothing." He whispered to himself.

 You opened the door after hearing him knock, shivers and cold sweats running down your body. You could do this. It was just a normal hang-out with your friend. Nothing more. The two of you hadn't spent one on one time for a whole week. That's probably why you were feeling so anxious. "Hello there.." you said awkwardly."Come on in. I've ordered Chinese food and I have snacks."

 "Cool.." he smiled politely, shoving his hands into his pockets.

  "What do you want to watch.."

 "Look I'm sorry. I can't just not say anything. I know I weirded you out last time and I didn't mean to. We can stop with the lessons. I can learn the old-fashioned way." He cleared his throat

 "Hunter, you can't possibly weird me out, we've known each other for so long that there Is nothing you could do to achieve that..." You stated well-intentioned, completely lying through your teeth. "I said I was going to help you and from the beginning, you told me how you wanted it to be. You don't want it to seem fabricated, you want it to be natural, and if that's how you are around people you like then whoever gets on your rooster will be incredibly lucky." You smiled at him invitingly

 "Thank you.." he still felt a bit shy and out of place but he appreciated your words. "So we are continuing this experiment?" He asked, waiting for a confirmation.

 "As long as you want to, yes."

 "Great, that's great, yeah. It is totally going to help in the future... you know... when I like someone.."

  "Yeah, I do know." You mumbled disappointedly.

  The both of you were seated on the sofa in the living room, barely speaking to each other, not because you were so engulfed in the incredible storytelling of "Extreme Cheapskates" but because the both of you were too afraid to disturb the peace, to ruin everything. There was an uncomfortable amount of distance between you and both of you secretly wanted to break it, but you were set on restraining yourselves. Wishing that the other would be the one to make the first move or to speak up.

 "I'm gonna go get the popcorn out of the microwave. Be right back"

 "Ok, don't take too much time or you might miss the juicy part."

 "Sure, as if there is a juicy part." You welled sarcastically from the kitchen, reaching into the microwave, distractedly feeling for the hot bag of popcorn, palms first. You yelped in pain.

 "Fuck, ouch" you hissed. Hunter jumped out of his seat and hurried over to you. He looked at you with worry as you ran your hand under the kitchen sink, cold water splashing over your skin.

 "I'm ok, don't worry. Just slightly burned myself, a common mistake. Just me being clumsy." You joked but you could still see him coming closer to you to inspect your hand, drying it off with a towel and holding it caringly.

  "Do you have Band-Aids or a plaster?" He asked

  "Don't be silly, this is nothing. It's not even an actual burn. It just stung a little bit. That's all." You said reassuringly, becoming increasingly aware of his proximity. You could smell his cologne, see every little scratch on his face. As he was holding your gaze, he brought your hand to his mouth and started planting little kisses over it. You gulped. You couldn't take it. His eyes boring into yours. Into your soul even.

  He opened his mouth to speak a soft "Is that better?" but you hungrily hushed him with your lips, gripping tightly onto the fabric of his jacket.

 He kissed you back, hands on your waist, pulling you close, sensing the scent of your shampoo. He wanted you and maybe you wanted him too.

  Not letting go of each other, you led him back into the living room and pushed him down onto the sofa. You were on top of him, looking down with a sheepish smile. He reached up and cupped your face, kissing you way more confidently this time, his tongue meeting yours and playing with it. He put his hands on the small of your back, pushing you down to close the gap between you. As you broke away, he started looking at you all starstruck.

 "Do you want to go up to my room?" You asked in a hushed voice. That's all he ever wanted for as long as he could remember, but now when the possibility was so close he panicked. He wasn't ready to have you this close not knowing whether it was going to last.

 "Yeah, I do," he said as he gently kissed your neck. "But I can't…I can't do it tonight…I'm sorry." He broke away from your skin

 "Oh?" Flush set over your face. "I didn't mean... I get it if you're not ready, I just wanted more privacy... Not sure when my parents are gonna come bursting through the door. I can't have them seeing me on top of you like this."

 Fuck, that's how it sounded. I mean maybe you wanted it. You did want to actually. But you were going to let it play out slow and steady. You didn't mean to rush things.

 "Oh, ok then.. let’s go.." Hunter chuckled embarrassedly.

 "I mean, I thought you were staying over. Like when I stayed over last time. I'm sorry I made things awkward. I didn't mean to kill the mood." You fidgeted with your fingers.

  "It's ok, you didn't." He laughed softly and pecked your lips.

  Both of you went up the stairs and straight to your room. You were getting progressively hornier. Inexplicably so, right? You hushed the lighting a bit and played music from one of his playlists so he feels more at home. Then you held his hand and whispered: "Do you want to come to bed with me?"

  "Yes, positively so." He answered excitedly.

 He was such a kid. You loved him for it. Uh.. the l-word. Nope, too early for that. Time to push the thought down and not examine it ever again.

 He laid on top of you this time, stroking your hair and slowly kissing down your neck, being careful not to leave any marks. He looked down at you adoringly and played with the hem of your shirt.

  "You can take it off if you want to." You told him almost inaudibly

 A rush coursed through his body, he put his arms on your stomach and slowly started to peel it off of you when a voice echoed through the house. "Honey, we are home." Shit, cockblocks. The nation's favorites. "Come down for a moment, you need to put away all these plates if you are going to bed. You can't just leave a mess like that." Your mom shouted.

  "Coming" you answered with annoyance. "I'm sorry.." you started massaging your temples angrily

 "It's ok, I'll come down with you. It's my mess too." He grinned lovingly and you gave him an appreciative kiss in response. "Thanks"

After you were done washing the dishes and organizing them back into their respective places, the two of you went up to your room again. "I'm sorry for the interruption." You looked at him apologetically

 "It's ok, we can pick up where we left off some other time right?" He asked all hopeful and giddy.

 "Yes, of course." You went to the bathroom and undressed. Putting on one of your favorite slip dress. Maybe you weren't going to have sex tonight but you could still give him a view. Hunter peeled off his T-shirt and jeans and tucked himself in bed, sniffing your pillows before you came back in.

  "I'm sorry. It is so warm. I'm going to boil if I wear the T-shirt..." He spat out distractedly as he saw you come closer to him.

 "That's ok. I want you to be comfortable." You were holding his gaze and you could see his eyes all too obviously roaming your body. Your hair was down, the skirt of the gown ending only a couple of inches after your thighs. One of the straps had slid down your shoulders and the material of the dress was leaving pretty little to the imagination.

 Without a beat, he grabbed you by the hips and positioned you on top of him, your skirt riding up and revealing more of your skin to him. Both of your straps were slightly off your shoulders now and your breath had hitched in your throat. "Hunter.."

  "…You said you weren't ready.." you uttered as his lips came down to your neck, not so tentatively this time, not caring at all whether he left a mark. You gasped loudly at this action.

 "I can still make you feel good, right?" He said in a hushed husky tone. "What else are a guitarist’s fingers good for? Just don't make too much noise. I don't want your parents banning me from your house." He smirked and flipped you over getting on top of you. You had never wanted him more. You bit your bottom lip. You were getting so wet just by listening to him talk.

  He continued kissing and sucking on your neck and slowly touching up your thighs, scratching them, making you hiss. "May I?" He said pleading.

 "Ye-yes... Please do.."

 He was getting so fucking hard seeing you like this. But he wanted to prove himself to you. Show you how much he values your pleasure over his. He started massaging your clit, warranting a gasp or two from you. As he found the right tempo, he could see you fully letting go, gripping tightly onto his biceps. Scratching him as you did, which he loved.

 When he was sure you were wet enough, he inserted one of his fingers into you, hitting you just in the right spot. Your legs were shaking. You were nothing but a sweating, cursing mess under his touch."Fuck, Hunter, don't stop!"

  "Not planning to."He dipped his head to suck on the upper part of your breasts and added in another finger. Pumping in and out at a steady pace he started moving faster into you, making you moan. Damn all of his experience plucking strings. It felt waay too good.

 He thrusted into you faster, knowing all too well you weren't going to last much longer. He bore into your eyes. He could see you were close, you just needed a little encouragement and encouraging he was:  -"It's ok, you can let go. Come all over my fingers. I'll lick them clean later."

 That was all you needed to hear. You gripped him harder, pushing yourself up to crash into him, and bit down on his shoulder as you finished all over his hand. He continued fingering you until you came down from your high.

 He removed his fingers from you and inserted them into his mouth, savoring every little drop of you. "You taste fucking amazing." He exclaimed as he bent down to kiss your lips. Your cheeks were red and there was no hiding it.

  You held up a glass of water to him. You were mesmerized as if you were seeing him with new eyes. This was Hunter, your presumed ‘just friend’. The one who had just made you come and put you on cloud nine. After he gulped down his water he asked with a concerned expression: "Did I do well?"

 You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him gently. “Yes, you did fantastically." You smiled into his lips and he smiled too.

   The metal aficionado was extremely geeked. Reviewing his notes every day and replaying the time you had spent together in his head constantly. He was trying to be slick, but he wasn't sure how long it would take before he crumbled.

 He had fooled you. Unbeknownst to you, he had no intention of even entertaining the idea of getting with his so-called ‘groupies’. He wanted you to be his teacher because was only interested in pleasing one person- you. Studying what you desire and what puts you off.

  It probably sounded a bit scheming but he couldn't just go up to you to confess that he liked you, you know, as a normal fucking human being would. He didn't even want to fully admit it to himself. Emotions were tricky for him and so were for you. The situation wouldn't have gone anywhere if he were to breach the gap with you not returning his feelings. No, he needed a plan to make you want him too and he was willing to do anything to achieve it. That's why when you finally followed up on your next lesson, he was ecstatic.

 "I'm gonna come by your place later tonight."

  "Cool, text me when ur close." He wanted to sound nonchalant but he was freaking out. Acting like a fangirl watching fancams of one of her favorite kpop idols. He was so giddy and happy that even his father got worried.

"What the fuck is that squeaky noise coming out of your room, kid? Are you ok?"

"I'm doing amazing birth enabler! Also don't just pop in the stairway without announcing yourself. I could be wanting my privacy."

 "When you get yourself a fancy house with a pool, music studio, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, kitchen and living room by cutting and filling up tits is when you will be entitled to your privacy."

"I know you would rather be FEELING up tits instead-but if I were to properly think about doing some of that myself I would still need my fucking space, so leave! Now!"

"I'm paying your therapist way too much!"

"That's all of the precious boob money for you!" Hunter screamed annoyed, trying to sound witty while he heard a different set of footsteps down the stairs.

"I'm sorry, did I come at the wrong time? I texted you ten minutes ago and rang the doorbell but you didn't reply so I let myself in. Oh, and hello mister Sylvester."

"Well hello to you too, looks like some people your age still have manners, Hunter! Always a pleasure to have you home, darling. I wanted to say I'm sorry about your aunt… It's terrible what happened to her. You know you're basically family so if you ever want to have a breast augmentation, I can make you a deal for the implants afterward. With a chest your size, not too big to be a burden to your back but still eye-catching enough you should keep the volume so..."

 "Father, get the fuck out! And stop staring at students’ tits!"

 "Don't get ridiculous Hunter, she is like a daughter to me. I would never.. anyways I think I have some work to do. I'm gonna leave you kids to it." He replied as he not so discreetly winked at Hunter

 "Fuck... Fucking finally. I'm so sorry! He was incredibly fucking insensitive and creepy."

 "He was staring directly at my chest, like eyeing it reeal good."

 "Yeah, he is fucking disgusting. I'm so sorry."

 "It isn't your fault; you don't have to apologize for his behavior. I'm fine."

 "Do you want to come some other time; I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

 "No, I take all of my ventures very seriously. I told you I was going to be here so here I am."

"Yeah," Hunter said self-consciously, scratching the back of his neck. He noticed how pretty you looked. You always looked pretty, but you had gone out of your way to do so this time. With your hair done, make-up on, a familiar scent of your perfume drifting through the air and the pendent Hunter had gifted you for your birthday hanging around your neck. He was entranced.

 "I don't think we should go all the way tonight. We are still testing things out, being in the beginning stages and all."

 Hunter snapped back awake from his daydream."Mhm" was all he could muster. He wanted to go and grab you, kiss you right this moment but he couldn't just do that after his father's speech. He needed to get the mood going. "Firstly, do you want to listen to some music? You can play whatever you want. Even your shitty the Weeknd knockoffs."

 "Chase Atlantic have some good songs, ok? And it's not so much about quality with them. It's about the vibe of it all. The experience. But that's a great suggestion for the occasion."

 "I don't know, they sound like try-hard vampire wannabes."

 "Yeah, that’s the beauty of it."

 You turned on the speaker and played one of your playlists. For a moment you were somewhere else, mouthing the lyrics, humming to yourself, slowly rocking your hips in tune with the music as Hunter came up behind you and turned your head so you were facing him."Good thing you're also beautiful, otherwise I would never listen to that crap." He muttered in a hushed voice.

  You mustered a barely audible "thank you" and he shushed you with his lips. It was hard to get used to. Him touching you like that, talking to you like he wasn't little old Hunter. The one you grew up with, the one you had known ever since diapers, but right now it was too hard to perceive him that way. You had already gone over the crossing line and there was no going back.

 He held your hand in his and whispered into your mouth: "Do you want to come to bed with me? I promise I won't do anything to scare you off." Batting his eyelashes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

 "Do you even know how to?" You teased, feeling him come up against you again way more assertively this time.

  His hands landed on your hips, yours entangled in his hair. His tongue slithered into your mouth, soft gasps escaping both of you. He was calculated at first, confident but measured until he got progressively hungrier for your kiss. As you started reaching for his back, pushing him closer and closer to you he deepened the kiss and began roaming your body with his hands. Your knees were getting weak just from the slightest touch. He was a virgin but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a hell of a good kisser. You started to lose balance. He prompted you up by sliding his knee between your legs. A dirty trick that was working very well in his favor.

You parted to get some air and he whispered again. "I hope not." You were flushed, all knots in your stomach and trembling pulsing sensation all over your limbs. He had turned you into jello just by kissing you and that did scare you because you didn't expect to feel this good, to want him so much.

 "Lead the way." You your heart was racing.

 Hunter grabbed your hand again and sat on top of his bed. To his surprise, you didn't sit next to him or opposite him. You made yourself comfortable in his lap, lightly grinding down on him. All of his confidence from before flew out the window. You looked at him with lust in your eyes, your lips forming a devilish smile as you scanned his face. He was getting nervous. He wanted to impress you and he loved every second of it but he wasn't expecting you to look at him the same way. He guessed you were committed to your job. He was speechless just looking at you, wanting to remember this forever.

"What are you getting so shy for, didn't you invite me here?" You grinned cockily "It's ok baby boy, I can do some of the work now. You just relax." You whispered into his lips kissing him yourself with none of the measure or sensitivity of some of your previous kisses. You were boiling from the inside. A volcano ready to erupt. You grinded on him wantingly, letting him feel the wetness seeping through your underwear as your skirt had ridden up your thighs, exposing them deliciously. He moaned in response when you pulled on his hair, nibbling and sucking on his lips and finishing him off by biting the lower one.

 You being so desperately horny for him got him so incredibly hard. He was a mess under your touch but he needed you to be one under his as well. He couldn't control it anymore. He held down your inner thighs, squeezing them hard as his fingers dug into your skin. You gasped and moaned. He began sucking on your neck, leaving purple bruises on his path. He licked and kissed your calves and upper breasts as you purred into his ear."Hunter, this feels so damn good."

 Electricity coursed through his body. He needed to have you all to himself like this forever. He gripped your hips hard, moving you on top of him faster and faster. He kissed you just like you had kissed him

before. With his lustful tongue making patterns in your mouth, sucking on your lips, and then biting you playfully. He put more and more speed in, feeling your heat press against his erection so violently. He was going to come; he couldn't contain himself but he needed you to come with him too.

 "God, you make me insane. You are so fucking hot." He hissed while bucking his hips upwards, hitting your core in the most sinful way.

 You could see he was close and you needed something to push both of you off the edge so without even thinking you whimpered into his mouth. "If you get this hard and desperate for me now, I could only imagine what you would do when you're stretching me out with your dick."

 That was the last straw. He couldn't hold on anymore. He came under you, cum bursting all over his boxers and he couldn't be happier about it. Your legs were twitching as you came a second later, a vibration coursing through your body. You closed your eyes for a moment just to open them and to remember -you just made your best friend cream his pants and you wanted to do it again and again.

 But then the sinking feeling came in. He wanted to do this as a form of practice for other girls. He was going to creep up under your skin,  get to your heart, and then use all of the moments you've spent together to please someone else. Like it didn't mean anything. And the worst part was that this was exactly what you agreed to, so why did it make you ache?

  Hunter was blissful. He was much closer to you than he had ever been before and it seemed like you were feeling this newfound closeness too, that you liked It, but this voice in the back of his head came back rushing in: "She is just following up on her promise. If she feels anything towards me right now, it's probably pity."

 You slowly untangled yourself from the metalhead, got up, and straightened up your skirt. "Well, I gotta go now. Good job today, partner.. uh student." You gave him an awkward high-five and bolted out of his room.

 Yeah, it was definitely pity.

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Care for You || Hunter Sylvester

hunter sylvester x reader

you find hunter injured and some angered words are exchanged

word count: 388 words reading time: about 3 minutes warnings: none really

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Your voice was loud despite the close proximity between yourself and Hunter. What you did not expect was for him to message you to meet at his house, only for it to be so you can see the damage on his face. The deep bruising by his eyes, the cuts and dried blood on his face. You knew of his rather short temper and inability to keep his mouth shut. You suspected it would get him in trouble, but not to this extent.

You quickly found yourself cleaning the cuts on his face softly, wanting to ensure they have been cleaned and bandaged properly. You doubted Hunter would wash them, simply allowing them to heal and close by themselves. Thus, it was left on you to patch the boy up. Crouching between his legs as he sat on the edge of his bed, reaching up and dabbing cotton pads to his skin.

"I was thinking of sticking it to the man. Those rapist jocks shouldn't be able to get away with th-" "No, you weren't. You were thinking how much can you get away with before you get my ass beat."

You snapped cutting off Hunter as he attempted to explain himself to you. Though you had heard enough of his half-baked excuses that focus on the wrongdoings of others, not his own. But enough was enough, you no longer wished to feed his delusion, especially if it resulted in him getting his ass kicked.

At your harsh words, Hunter physically retracted moving away from your touch. His reaction broke your heart, you did not wish for him to fear you. Your grip tightened on the cotton pad as your hands returned to your sides. Letting out a deep huff silence engulfed the room, settling over you both.

Neither of you knew what to say, nor what to be the first to back down. Turning your head, you decided to occupy yourself by looking at the different band posters that littered the walls. Yet, even that could not stop your racing mind.

"I just... I just....worry."

Your words hang in the air for a moment as you struggled to get the words out. Not knowing how to describe the emotion and thoughts flowing through your mind.

"Why?" "Because I care for you, more than you may know or believe."

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Drive-In Date

Summary: Hunter Sylvester takes you out to the drive-in on your first date.

Hunter Sylvester x Reader

Word Count: 3k+

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You always noticed him, I mean how could anyone not. The way Hunter carried himself was one of the things you liked most about him. The way his eyebrows always had a slight furrow to them. The way his rings would catch the light as he gripped his backpack. His eyes could get so dark, they looked black from certain angles. Of course how tall he looked compared to his locker. 

You closed your locker and grabbed your music binder and walked over to your next class: orchestra. That's where you met Emily, unlike others you find her wittiness to be more charming than aggressive. Sitting next to Emily gave you an excuse to ask subtle questions about Hunter. While she would be telling a story about band practice you would throw a question out like: Is Hunter's room big? or, What kind of snake does he have? As far as you could tell she never caught on. As you walk in you see her tuning her cello, you grab a stand and make your way over to your seat. 

"Hey," You greet her while setting up your stand. She gives you a small smile and adjusts her seat to make room for you. 

"Hello, long day?" She laughed as she watched you drop your bag off your shoulder letting it plop to the ground. 

"Kinda, more like a long week." You joke back hanging your backpack on your chair then going to grab your cello. After taking the case off you sit back down next to Emily. 

"Do you have plans with Kevin this weekend?" You ask 

"Yeah, we're going to his little brother's swim meet, we had to cancel band practice because we're going out to a film after." She said putting rosin on her bow and then handing it to you. 

"That should be fun, I bet Kevin really likes that fact that you make time for his family," You said taking the rosin, "Was Hunter mad that you had to cancel rehearsal?" You asked, looking down at your bow. 

Before Emily could respond, Hunter walked into the classroom. Honestly, it sounds cliche but seeing him somewhere unexpected made her heart stop before beating faster than ever before. He never wore his backpack with two straps which you liked. He walked up to the music instructor and engaged him in conversation. His hair was so long and even though it was dark brown, it was still so shiney. Even though it wasn't his choice to have part of his head shaved, you loved it; it gave you a perfect view of his side profile. He started walking over to you both after he was done talking to the teacher. You looked away and began fiddling with your fine tuners. 

"Em hey, so I wrote this track for you. I know I'm not the best at bass clef so if you need to make adjustments please do. This is the original so I asked Mr. Petters if I could make copies in the teachers lounge so I'll get you the copy soon alright?" Hunter said, you couldn't help but stare at the patches on his jean vest. He wasn't a long sleeve under it so it gave full view of his arms which although were skinny, they still were extremely toned. 

'God he is just so hot'  You thought to yourself. You quickly start looking through your binder hoping nobody noticed you disassociating. Emily thanked him and held small talk with him for about 5 minutes before he walked out. 

"Does he have a girlfriend?" You asked Emily before really thinking about the consequences. Emily looked over at you with wide eyes and a small grin. 

"I knew you fancied him, why didn't you say anything?" She asked me to move her body to face you. You tried your very best to play it off. 

"Just because I asked if he has a girlfriend doesn't mean I like him. But yes I do in fact think he's cute." You said picking at your acrylic nail, "I didn't tell you because I don't think he'll be into me. We don't necessarily have common interests." You said. 

"I don't know if Kevin and I weren't really designed for each other but it worked out." Emily said, tuning her A string. You nod your head and set your cello down next to your chair. 

"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." You said pulling on your jacket. 

"Great talk!" Emily called out to you playfully. 

You didn't need to use the restroom. After weeks of being afraid to go up to him and say literally anything was making you crazy. Especially after he came so close to you when talking to emily. It made you feel silly for having feelings of nervousness about wanting to introduce yourself. You were making your way to the teacher's lounge, it made you feel more comfortable knowing there wouldn't be any students around when trying to talk to him. One you made it to the door you stopped and took a deep breath in. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips as you want to open the door. Once you walk in you thought about walking right back out. He was facing away from you, staring down at the copying machine. Hearing the door open he turns around and cocks his head to the side. 

"You following me? You're Emily's friend from Orchestra right?" He asked, fully turning his body to face you. 

You laugh before responding, "I don't know about following but um, I did have a question for you." You said stepping a bit closer. 

"Okay.. go ahead," He said, setting one of his papers down. 

"There's this movie that just came out called Bodies Bodies Bodies and the Lakewood Drive-In. Their tickets are half price for Lakewood students opening night and I was wondering if maybe we could go together. I know this is kinda.. direct and I like, get it if you think it would be weird because we don't really know each-"

"I'll go with you." He interrupted you before continuing, "I see you hanging out with Emily a lot, it's not like you're a total stranger. So.. I'll pick you up around 6, Y|N?" He asked, making a point to show you he knew your name while gathering all his papers together. He grabbed a sticky note and wrote his number down and handed it to you before walking out. You stood there in shock for a second before turning around to face the door. There was a poster on the door right above the handle that said: Shoot for the moon even if you miss you'll land among the stars! You laughed at the irony. 

~

After you went back to the bandroom, making up an excuse to leave early after putting away your instrument. Part of you was still a little taken back, you didn't think it would go that easy. He just said yes like you were asking if the sky was blue. It made you think about his intentions a bit. Why did he say yes right away? Was it because he reciprocated the feelings you had for him, or was it for a more provocative reason? While you were walking it home it was really all you could think about. Your stomach was starting to tighten with anxiety once you got home. 

Once you got into your room it was like your brain stopped working. After almost having a panic attack trying to decide to wear pajamas or street clothes you decided on a plain pink sweatshirt and a jean skirt. You thought wearing slippers would compensate for not wearing pajamas. After you were ready you grabbed the sticky note from the bag and nervously type out your message:

-hey my address is 1209 Ocean Terrace i'm ready whenever you are :)

-cool be there in 10 

Knowing he was only 10 minutes away made your heart skip a beat. You grabbed your purse and quickly started fumbling through it to make sure you had all your valuables:  mint puff bar along with your pen, gum, compact, wallet and your lighter. As you were looking in the mirror to make sure you looked okay your phone vibrated. 

- im outside 

Quickly skipping down the stairs you give a quick kiss to your mom and walk out. It was starting to get dark which made all the street lights go off. His shiny black car was reflecting so much light it looked like a disco ball. As you're walking to the car Hunter gets out and opens the door for you. You smiled and pulled your purse father up your arm before getting in. 

"Thank you," You say while sitting down and fastening your seatbelt. He nodded his head before carefully closing the door and joining you in the driver's seat. Your leg was bouncing slightly to how nervous you were. 

"You know, I was surprised you said yes. I didn't think you would even entertain that." You laugh, moving your purse from your shoulder to your lap. He made a confused face. 

"Why did you think that?" He asked me to adjust his grip on the steering wheel. 

"I don't know, I guess because we're so different. You are really passionate about post death metal and your outward appearance reflects that. I obviously don't match that so I guess that would like.. detouryou?” You said playing with your nail, Hunter laughed and nodded his head.

"I could see how you think that but I mean, I've known Kevin forever. Even before he was into metal and we never had problems finding things to talk about or relate to each other. I mean Emily and I are really good friends now and I would have never imagined that. I try to keep that same logic when it comes to people I want to date." He said, looking away from the road for a moment to look at you. It made you blush when he implied that he might want to date you. 

"I've always thought you were cute. Even before 7th grade." You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He looked over at you, scared to meet his gaze you just smiled down at your purse.

Once you guys pulled into the Drive-In, you tried to pay but Hunter ignored you and paid the 10 dollars. It was pretty much completely dark outside, the sun barely peeking over the skyline. The entire car park was full of teenagers. Some sat outside their car in lawn chairs while others were tucked away waiting for the movie to drown out background noise. Every once and a while a puff of smoke would leave the car windows. After you both went down to the snack bar to get a couple things; some candy and a cherry slushie. Once you both got back into the car there was a bit of an awkward silence. 

"I don't know if you smoke," you say while digging through your purse to grab your pen, "but I have a really nice pen." You finish before taking a small puff. He laughed and shook his head and looked out the window for a moment. 

"I've smoked before but it's been a while." He said. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn so you are facing him. You hold down the button on the pen and take a bigger hit. After the cloud came out of her mouth and filled the car you took a sip of your slurpee. The cup had so much condensation on it that it was dripping onto your thighs. You switch your position on the seat so that you are on your knees. You lean over the middle console slightly and put the pen to his lips, pressing the button to heat up the coil. Without breaking eye contact with you he takes the pen into his mouth and starts to drag. You use your other hand to bring the slurpee up to your mouth and take a drink. You were surprised by how big of a hit he took. For someone who claims he doesn't smoke, this was a ballsy risk. Again without breaking eye contact he blows the smoke into his lap which causes it to quickly spread throughout the car. 

"iT's bEeN a wHiLe," You mimic him playfully, this makes him laugh then causes him to let out a couple of coughs. 

"You know, whenever I would see you in the music room after that you seemed so.. dark. I don't mean like.. your clothes because yeah the clothes were physically darker but it was something more. Your eyes were so dark and always so swollen and your body language just made you seem like you were in pain all the time. My point is that when I saw you in the music room learning and progressing with guitar I was enamored with you. I still think it's impressive how fast you picked it up. And what was more impressive was the fact that you had no idea how good you were. Or how gifted your mind was to not only learn to play but also how to write music. I think that's when I really decided that I had a serious crush on you. When I realized the deepness of your mind reflected your appearance.” You said taking a hit hearing the coil crack and pop as it warmed up. He smiled and grabbed the slurpee from you and taking a sip before speaking,

"It's crazy because immediately after taking that hit I just.. can't help but tell you that I also thought you were cute since before seventh grade. Obviously you know why that was a fucked up year for me and before shit hit the fan I really thought about you alot. This sounds dumb but I always thought about walking up to you during lunch and making small talk or whatever but never had the balls to. Everyday I would walk past the table you were eating at and tried to direct myself toward you but never could. And then after everything it was like my priorities shifted from wants and desires down to just.. existing. I would still noticed though. In the music room I caught you staring a couple times. Don't get me wrong I stared back sometimes, enough to notice you stick your tongue out a little when you're really concentrating on the notes." He said softly while smiling, his eyes flickering from you to his hands that sat in his lap. 

"Embarrassing for me." You laugh grabbing the cup back from him.

"I thought or.. still think it's cute." He said playing with the rings on his hands. You looked up at him but his head was hanging down. 

You rest your hand on his thigh to get his attention. Almost like you were testing the waters to see if you were reading the situation right. He flipped his hair back then looked over at you, his pupils were so wide that his eyes were near back. 

Fuck it.

You moved yourself from your seat to his, your knees were resting on the outside of his thighs. Once you were straddling him you tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear. You drop your hands down to grab his and put them on your thighs. He caught on and began rubbing his hands up and down your legs. You rest your full body weight on him, you blush feelings the calluses' on his fingers from playing guitar so much. 

"Is this okay?" You asked. 

"Fuck yeah." He said laughing, it was the first time that you noticed how hard he was blushing. 

You kissed his cheek and then gave him a soft peck on the lips. You both spent most of the movie talking rather than watching the screen. The night was filled with all the questions that you always wanted answered. At one point you spend an entire 30 minutes holding his face in your hands while you inquire about his life. About why he liked metal so much or how old his pet snake was. When did he learn how to drive, his favorite class? It felt so intimate learning all these small things about him and his life. More so than any sexual encounter. He even opened up about his dad which was surprising to you. Neither of you noticed when the movie ended until cars started moving and obnoxiously honking their horns at cars that couldn't move. 

"I'm sad the movie is over because now I don't have any excuse to keep you here." He said gripping on to your thighs is a bit harder than before. You smiled and blew your hit into his face, he playfully took a bite out of the smoke. 

"I wouldn't need any excuse to want to stay." You said kissing him before getting back into your passenger seat. He laughed and started the car before focusing on getting them out of the crowded parking lot. The drive home was filled with content silence. You held his hand as he steered with the other, playing with the calluses on his finger.

"I'm really grateful that I got the courage to talk to you. I know this is like our first date.. or whatever but I just wanted to say I really like you and hope we can keep seeing each other in a more serious way." Hunter said, pulling your hand to his mouth to give it a small kiss. You blush hard and nod you head in agreement. 

"I'm just happy you feel the same way I do." You said smiling as he pulled into your drive in. He got out quicker than he did before to open your car door. You laughed and took his hand when he offered it to you to get out. 

"I'll see you soon, yeah?" You asked before leaning in to give him a quick kiss. 

"Count on it." He said as you walked towards your front door. Once you got into the house you saw your two younger sisters staring out the window. 

"He didn't drive away until after you closed the door!" One of them giggled,

"Yeah AND he opened the door for her to get out! That's so romantic! Just like in The Fosters!" They both ran off giggling gossiping with one another. It took you an hour to wipe the grin and matching blush off your face before heading to bed.

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[cottagecheese1]

Hi! Could you write about a jealous hunter x reader?

My girl

Summary: Hunter sees a jock flirting with you, so he decides to go over and make himself known.

Pairing: Hunter sylvester x fem reader

Warnings: fluff just fluff with some fighting

Ever since you moved lockers next to Emily, which also happened to be by one of the most popular jocks in school. Matthew Hart. With several accounts of him constantly flirting with you, which oddly seemed to go unnoticed by Hunter.

Well that was until you were sitting at lunch with Hunter and he decided to walk up to you.

Hunter looked up from you and his smile slowly fading as he realized who it was; Matthew put his hand on the table and turned to face you, blocking your view to see Hunter, you can already tell Hunter was about to do something out of line.

Matthew smiled and raised his eyebrows

"You must be so lonely..Wanna come sit with me?"

You shook your head fixing to reject him, and let him know your boyfriend was literary right behind him, but you were took by surprise when Hunter seemed to get to him first.

"She doesn't wanna sit with you, fuck off"

Matthew turned around and still kept up the smirk on his face. Hunter looked face to face with him.

"Sorry dude I must've missed you. I swear I didn't see you over here."

"Yeah I'm sure you did. Must've got dropped on your head a few times from all the times you got your ass kicked."

My eyes widened; I silently looked over to Hunter to give him the look to cut it out.

Matthew turned and faced me quickly

"What the fuck are you doing sitting with this weirdo anyway"

I paused, I could definitely feel a rant taking place in about 5 more seconds.

"No. I don't wanna sit with you. Especially with someone who insults my boyfriend daily, so you can leave."

Matthew scoffed "fucking whore."

He then turned to walk past Hunter but got stopped quickly when Hunter gave him a right hook to the face. I gasped and everyone started circling around our table pulling out their phones and started recording.

So far Hunter seemed to be winning, only a black eye slowly starting to show up on his left eye, it seemed that Hunter was right after all; Matthew couldn't fight for shit.

The fight was soon broken up by a teacher, and Hunter huffing and puffing with Matthew on the ground trying to suppress his pain.

"Don't call my girlfriend a whore"

A teacher told Me and Hunter to go to the office, and the principal would come and see us all once we Got Matthew bandaged up.

I followed Hunter and sat in the nurses office on the table trying to look at his face and put the bandages on the cuts on his face.

After I was done Hunter looked at me with a slightly sad look on his face and quietly said

"I'm sorry..I probably overreacted a little bit"

I furrowed my eyebrows and tucked his hair behind his ears, cupping his face with both of my hands.

"It wasn't your fault baby, that guy was an asshole and you didn't have to stand up for me but you did, that's definitely one of the many reasons I love you"

He smiled and kissed my forehead wrapping his arms around my waist

"I love you to, I just don't wanna scare you off"

I giggled and squeezed his hand softly

"I think if I didn't like you, you would of scared me off a long time ago"

He laughed and was fixing to give me another kiss when the nurse walked through the door.

"What are you kids doing?"

I paused before thinking of something to say

"Uh just getting a closer look at this cut right here"

She smiled slightly

"Ok..well you two head to the office the principal would like to see you guys"

We both nodded and headed to the principals office where there sat Matthew with a couple bandages on his face while he held a ice pack up to his eye.

20 minutes later

You and Hunter were both told to go home and were able to convince the principal to not call your parents to come pick you guys up.

Once you both got into Hunters car, you grabbed his hand and turned to face him.

"Seriously, thank you for having the balls to stick up for me, I love you"

He smiled and gave my hand a peck

"Anything for my girl"

A/n: This is really short and really bad I just needed to finish this draft one way or another also not proof read.

#hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #metal lords #Hunter sylvester imagine #metal lords x reader

[nerophobiic]

perv!bestfriend!kevin <33

cw: groping(?), somnophilia??(i'm not sure if it counts, better be safe though), dry humping, pillow humping, masturbation, oblivious!reader

around 0,4k words :)

he feels ashamed for being this way, but he just cannot help it. you're perfect in each way; smart, pretty, intelligent. you even have the same interests, how cool is that? and you also happen to be his best friend! he's not sure why, but if there's one thing he's sure about it's that he's happy that you are his best friend.

you tell eachother everything, well, almost everything. he couldn't just tell you that he had jerked off to pictures or that he had rutted against a pillow before, imagining that i was you, that'd be just plain weird and he probably would ruin everything. so he kept it to himself.

you had sleepovers, movie nights and you even were then when they had band practice. hunter thought you were okay, so he didn't mind. emily liked you, you didn't treat her different than others did. she was always happy when you came to practice.

when the two of you had sleepovers, neither of you minded sleeping in the same bed. no, you two even cuddled. because that's what normal friends do, right?

kevin always took this as chance, his hand always "accidentally" grazing over your chest & butt, mumbling "sorry's" that had no meaning in it but you didn't know that. hand when he was sure you were asleep, his hand rested on your chest. when it got too much, he stood up, careful not to wake you so he could make his way to the bathroom and masturbate.

one night something happened and kevin thought your friendship was over. he had a heated dream and was unconciously grinding against your ass, wich woke you up. as a result you woke him up, overwhelmed with what to do in such a situation. when he woke up and realized what happened, he started mumbling "i'm so sorry oh god" and "it'll never happen again i swear" and similiar things. as he continued to apologize you interrupted him; "it's okay, kev" you said. "what?" he stared at you in disblief. "it's okay." you said again "it can happen, and it's uh...not like you meant to do it." you averted your gaze, looking away from him. "b-but i just-" he started but you looked at him in a "i said, it's okay way" and he stilled. "y'know..." you started "i could, uh.. help you? if you want to, of course" pointing at his (obvious) boner.

#n☆va write's #cw; groping #cw; somnophilia #jaeden martell #kevin schlieb smut #kevin schlieb x reader #metal lords #metal lords smut #metal lords x reader #hunter sylvester #perv!kevin #bestfriend!kevin

[theteabush]

Hii! Can I please have some hunter sylvester headcanons where he has a fem s/o who has a fairy kei style and is very sweet and innocent, but also loves the same metal and things he does?

|Hunter Sylvester x fem!reader with a fairy kei style|

Note: HI ANON!! You're actually my first ask, and I'm so exciteeeed because my style is also fairy kei with a mix of lolita and this got me all smiliiin'. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. It's not the best and I'm so sorry TwT

Warnings: none

Hunter was dumbfounded when he saw you

Like literally.

Would question Kevin and/or random people about you

He would constantly beat himself up about this weird feeling,

Because having a crush on someone exactly the opposite of him was 'not metal' of him

"Dude just ask for her name"-Kevin

*visibly goes red*

Everytime he sees pink he thinks about you

He literally wrote a song about you and how much you're messing with his head

He randomly fixes his hair when sees you walking in

"Emily knows her. We could ask her"

When he hears that he would literally beg for that to happen

One time he almost crashed his car when you appeared in his mind

Would look at you in classes, questioning about this 'weird' style you have (you don't. He just doesn't understand it)

Does Google research about this

BRO LITERALLY BECOMES SHAKESPEARE AND WRITES POEMS

He smiles to himself when he thinks about you

"you good?" - Kevin

"yes, just the allergies messing with my muscles"

"????" - kevin

Emily told him your name so now he knows his mysterious crush

Literally gets TikTok videos with 'soulmates' with your initials 😭

He thinks he's in some type of spell

Totally denies his feelings sometimes because he's not used to it

At some point he talks to you

"nice weather outside, am I right?"

He literally goes ;-; and face-palms himself mentally

His eyes wide when he realises you're laughing

BABY BOY SO NERVOUS

compliments your clothing style

When he learns that you like his style and music taste, he goes blank

No thoughts, head empty

His heart races with 100 per/mile

"t-thanks. Its the trauma"

He's so awkward, he's just scared to not scare you off

That joke literally came out of nowhere

He would start talking about fairy kei because he memorised everything from Google just to impress you

You literally think it's cute

HE HAS A HELLO KITTY BACKPACK KEYCHAIN DONT ASK FROM WHERE HE JUST HAS IT

He gifted it to you

He would give you stuff every day at school, such as hair pins, bracelets, cute accessories, small stuff that reminds him of you

Would plan a picnic date night in a nearby forest with fairy lights in trees n' shit

HE PLAYS THE GUITAR FOR YOU

Would ramble at some point, talking about his favourite bands and their history

When he realises that you're listening and actually interested in what he says, he falls in love. Literally.

He's VERY surprised that you are also into metal

He actually opens up a little bit to you about his past. Just a little bit

Starts questioning on how you chose this style

Would listen to every single detail you give him

EMILY THINKS Y'ALL ARE THE SWEETEST

Would put his rings on your fingers, even if they're too big, just to see something of him on you

CONSTANTLY BLUSHES

He never thought about loving someone the opposite of him

PEOPLE ARE SHOCKED WHEN YOU TWO ANNOUNCED YOUR RELATIONSHIP

Would put stickers on your face

HE LETS YOU USE HIM AS A PERSONAL ACCESSORY TESTER

"Do you think this is cute?" - you

"Let's find out"

HE. KISSES. YOUR. HAND

"How's my floating cotton candy doing?"

You're literally his will to live 😭

His life so boring and grey, until ✨ you ✨ come in picture

People are whispering about you guys but who tf cares?

"You're like a heart"

"how so?" - you

"without you everything dies around"

💳 💥

OVERALL Y'ALL FUCKING CUTE

#hunter #hunter sylvester #hunter metal lords #hunter sylvester x reader #Hunter sylvester x you #metal lords #Netflix #Headcanons #Hunter sylvester x fem!reader