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ephedrathirsts · 2 years ago

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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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peaceesells · 2 years ago

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《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

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☆ 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

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//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

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syriana67 · 3 years ago

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Band practice || Hunter Sylvester x reader

Word count:766

Warnings:kinda heated scene/swearing

Summary: Kevin is late for practice with the band leaving Hunter and Y/n alone. When Kevin showed up after 2 hours he doesn't expect what he's about to walk in on

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Y/n's pov

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"Where is he?" Hunter asked pacing around his room. "I don't know, maybe he had to do something." I said strumming my guitar. "That's not a goos excuse to be late to practice." He said still pacing. "He's probably just running late." I shrugged. "It's been and hour." Hunter sighed and sat down on the bean bag beside me. "He could be busy with Emily." I said winking at Hunter. "Ew." Hunter said fake gagging making me giggle.

"We could practice together until Kevin gets here?" I suggested. "Sure I guess." Hunter said grabbing his guitar and sitting down in a chair across from me. "Do you need the note sheet?" Hunter asked. "Nah I memorized it." I said. "Okay, ready?" He asked. "Mhm." I hummed in response. He began playing the beginning of Machinery Of Torment. I started playing the notes I memorized nodding my head to the song. I looked up at Hunter admiring his features, I've had a crush on Hunter sense Kevin introduced us. I knew Kevin because Emily would always talk about him. When Kevin found out I played base he was ecstatic and brought me to Hunter. "Didn't your dad tell you its not nice to stare?" Hunter said as he stopped playing his guitar. "I'm not staring." I said rolling my eyes. "Oh really? Your eyes say different." Hunter smirked. "Shut up." I said putting down my guitar. "You look like a tomato." Hunter laughed. "I do not." I said acting affended. "You do to." He said smiling.

"Wanna watch something?" Hunter said putting his guitar down. "Sure." I said. We both got up and walked to his bed I sat on the end while he sat behind me leaning against the headboard. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked turning the Tv on. "Something scary." I shrugged. Hunter went on Netflix picking the first horror mo in he could find which happend to be IT. I crawled towards where Hunter sat and sat beside him. "That kid kind of looks like Kevin." I said pointing to Bill Denbrough on the screen. "I don't see it." Hunter shrugged.

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"Hunter?" I said looking at him. "Yeah?" He asked. "Can I tell you something." I said nervously. "Yeah, What is it?" He asked. "I like you." I mumbled. "What?" He asked not hearing what I said. "I like you, like a lot it's fine if you don't feel the same I mean I don't blame you and- "Y/n." Hunter tried to get my attention as I continue. "-and I understand if you want to kick me out of the band because that would probably be really awk-" Hunter quickly smashed our lips together, my tense body slowly melting into the kiss. I felt his hand rest on my cheek. I pulled away to breath looking into his pretty green eyes. I leaned back into another kiss this time more heated. I found my hands going into his hair pulling on it a little. I felt his hands move slowly down to my hips. I moved not breaking the kiss I was now straddling him. In the process of moving Hunter managed to slip his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hands travel to my ass

Kevin's pov

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"Hello Kevin." Mr. Sylvester said walking away from the door after opening it. "Hey Mr. Sylvester." I said stepping inside. "He's in his room." Mr. Sylvester sighed. "Uh thanks." I said walking to the basement. I got to his door hearing what sounded like a playing inside. "Hunter." I said knocking with no answer. I guess he probably didn't hear me from the movie that was playing I shrugged and walked inside. "Hey Hunter sorry I'm lat- I began saying but stopped when I saw Y/n straddling Hunter while they made out. "Holy shit!" I said covering my eyes which obviously got there attention "Oh hey Kevin." Y/n said getting off of Hunter and rubbing the back of her neck. "Uh hey." I said giving Hunter a look. "I would say I'm shocked but I kinda expected it." I said. "I got us some McDonald's." I said trying to change the subject. "Why were you so late? You said 6:00." Hunter said annoyed. "Oh yeah sorry about that I went to Emily's and forgot." I said embarrassed. "We forgive you now give me McDonald's." Y/n said making grabby hands. "That's not an excu- Hunter began to say but soon cut off by Y/n "Shut up he got McDonald's." She said rolling her eyes and snatching the bag from me.

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web-archives · 3 years ago

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Cool Nails Bro | Hunter Sylvester x Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: swearing

summary: "Wait.." He starts again. You grimace rolling off the chair onto the floor staring at his ceiling begging for mercy as he starts back towards you. "Is this why you confessed?!"

"Well.." You replied, somewhat weakly squinting up at him while he stood over you.

OR: you paint Hunter's nails

posted to my ao3 as well word count: 980

Rolling over on Hunter's bed you sighed. He was across the room pacing, which he's been doing, for over 30 minutes ranting about Kevin. And you were sympathetic, you tried to be anyway, it was kind of hard to keep on being sympathetic after the first 10 minutes. It's not really his fault, his best friend getting a girlfriend, his best friend getting his first girlfriend.

He had mostly gotten over his qualms about Emily after Battle of the bands. It was obvious he was still getting used to the idea that Kevin wouldn't have been able to hang whenever Hunter wanted.

That was okay for the most part, except for the fact that you are so fucking bored. You had come over to hang out maybe watch him play guitar for a little not to listen to him rant about Kevin for what felt like years. Years of your life wasting away. Didn't he know that you were here cause you were also his friend?

You roll back over on your right side watching him worry himself into a frenzy over his two friends. Because he did care about Emily, he was just always nervous opening up to new people. He just didn't want to lose them both now. You take pity on the boy.

Pulling yourself up you lean back on your hands and cross your legs infront of you. Hunter, still pacing around the room decided chewing on his nails was more productive than ranting.

The silence was worse you decided.

"You know.." You start, catching his attention he stopped moving glancing at you, "I could repaint your nails if you want?"

Hunter scoffs, brushing his hands down his jeans walking over to his snake. (Ozzy the ball python, he let you hold her a couple of times.) He started moving the papers that were next to her enclosure to the other side of the room while responding, "You? Paint my nails?"

Okay. Ouch.

"Yeah dickhead I paint nails," you responded rolling your eyes.

"I know you paint nails," he replies crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow he continues, "that's also how I know you're shit at it."

You laugh also crossing your arms, smiling up at him, you couldn't keep the amusement out of your voice when you said "I'm going to paint them hot pink," no room for argument.

"That's the least metal thing I've ever heard in my entire life!"

Maybe a little room for argument.

"Fine," you drawl standing up cracking your knuckles while walking over to your backpack, an idea hits you, he just watches as you pick out your black and white polish. Turning to him you smile holding out your hands to present the bottles. "How about skulls?"

He uncrosses his arms and just gestures to his desk, you pull up an extra chair and you both sit down next to each other.

Fuck yeah.

15 minutes later and you were currently trying not to panic. Hunter was right, you had no idea what you were doing. One hand and a half later, minus the frantic YouTube tutorial video, you were done with the two fingers on his right hand and sweating. He wanted skulls on his middle finger an homage to his band's old name (SkullFucker, Skull on the Middle Finger.)

And now it was time for you to do the Skull. Yay. You looked at Hunter studying him, he was strangely quiet throughout the whole ordeal minus the snickering you received when you pulled out your phone. He was pointedly looking not at you, the tips of his ears pink. It was moments like these that made you think he might like you back. You put the brush back in the bottle clearing your throat.

Might as well right?

He startled looking at you, swallowing you notice how close you got had gotten, facing each other in the chairs the desk in front of you both, your guy's legs knocking into each other. Practically holding hands.

"What?" He almost whispers, a tad bit defensive, a small bit soft.

You shift your hold on his hands, lacing your fingers together, taking a moment you gather your confidence you start.

"Hunter?" You question, the flush on his ears darkening doesn't escape your notice. "I know this is out of nowhere but-" he tenses squeezing your hand. "I like you," you finish.

It's quiet for a moment, you started to sweat a little bit, watching Hunter you could see when he finally started to digest the information. He was nervous too, you rubbed you thumb back and forth over the back of his hand waiting for a response.

"I like you too," Looking up at him you smile, as he removes his left hand from yours he smiles back at you somewhat nervously and goes to tuck his hair behind his ear.

Before he can finish though suddenly you freeze.

"Oh my God!" Hunter busts out laughing. Your face starts to burn, groaning you rub at your eyes.

"It's not that bad!" You protest. He throws his finished left hand in your face, standing up.

"Not that bad?" He asks incredulous.

You see, after your first attempt at a Skull on his middle finger on his left hand, it went so badly you prayed a YouTube tutorial would fix it. Sadly the only thing it managed to do was-

"You painted a cock on my middle finger!" He shouts. Walking across the room gesturing. If only the ground would open up and swallow you whole. He was never going to let you live this down.

"Wait.." He starts again. You grimace rolling off the chair onto the floor staring at his ceiling begging for mercy as he starts back towards you. "Is this why you confessed?!"

"Well.." You replied, somewhat weakly squinting up at him while he stood over you.

"Dude!"

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kermitkrqb · 3 years ago

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And they were roommates || Hunter Sylvester x reader

A/N: Hunter Sylvester and enemies to lovers? Umm yes!

What to expect: Hunter Sylvester x reader, angst to fluff, enemies to lovers, hunter being a dickhead, brief mention of Kevin Schlieb x reader, Kevin being caught in the crossfire, lots of swearing, makeout sesh, gender neutral reader, roommate! au

It was a year after you guys graduated, a lot has happened since then. Naturally, after Hunter graduated, he wanted to move straight out of his father's house taking Kevin right with him. Problem was, they were young, dumb, and broke. So when Kevin heard that an old friend of his needed two roommates, he snagged that opportunity then and there. You and Kevin had been friends for a while in highschool, and well, hormones got the best of you both. You guys were in a relationship that soon became short-lived when you two hooked up and only then realised you liked each other as friends better. But hey! At least you didn't leave yourselves wondering?

Being the edgy teenager he was, Hunter hated that his best friend was all suddenly wrapped up with some random instead of focusing on the band. So when he heard news of you and Kevin's breakup- he was ecstatic. That was until you stuck around as Kevin's friend. Part of Hunter was jealous that Kevin could befriend others so easily, and part of him was angry that you were taking so much of Kevin's time. Hunter Sylvester was a loud individual and so he made his distaste for you very known. What once was small jabs and cruel jokes, turned into full blown fights between the two of you. So, yeah you could say that he wasn't exactly overjoyed when he found out that you were the old friend Kevin was referring to.

After graduation, you wanted nothing more than to get away from your home town which is something you had in common with the hot-headed brunette. But, the major problem was that you were a broke college student. There was no way you could afford an apartment to yourself and no way you were going let yourself be shoved into a tiny communal dorm. So when Kevin Schlieb reached out for your roommate enquiry, you were ecstatic. Even more so when he mentioned that he had an extra friend to help out with rent. Turns out it was Hunter fucking Sylvester of all people, but you should have known by now.

Who were you to turn down his offer anyway, this was as best as it was going to get. Which leads you to present day...

You were frantically studying for the exam you had next week, you had figured that you would have the apartment to yourself since Kev was going out. Naturally, you assumed that Hunter would tag along since the pair were always together but, Hunter insisted on staying behind to practice guitar. He knew you were studying too, and you were just about fed up. You threw your pen down and stormed out of your room to see an over-enthused Hunter playing a particularly loud guitar riff. In any other circumstance, you would have probably been impressed but, this was the last straw.

"Will you please shut the fuck up!" You shout. He rolls his eyes and somehow plays louder than before. You make your way to where his guitar is plugged in and pull the cord right out of the socket. The music cuts off. He sneers, "Oh, you are so fucking boring!" "Go fucking cry about it then!" Just then, Kevin walks through the front door with groceries in hand, "Guys, you're going to get us kicked out." Hunter makes his way in front of Kevin, pleading him with his green eyes to somehow convince Kevin to move out with him, "Please Kev, I can't stand the bitch." A groan leaves Kevin's mouth, "We moved out of our home town, isn't this what you wanted?" Hunter turns to you, venom laced in his voice, "Then control your fucking sloppy seconds."

You scoff in disbelief, "My god, what is your fucking problem with me? I have done nothing to you ever since day one." Hunter slowly walks up to you face to face, "Oh I really don't know! Maybe it's the fact that you are so fucking desperate to hang out with us all the time. No body fucking wants you here!" Silence. Hunter could be cruel but, you never thought he would stoop so low. Kevin was the first to break the silence, "Y/n..."

You were just about done with Hunter Sylvester, "I fucking loathe you." And with that, the both of you stormed back to your respective rooms leaving Kevin in the middle.

The next morning, cheerful is the last thing Hunter thought you'd be. But, you were practically prancing during breakfast. Amused, Kevin asks, "So I take it, you guys resolved things?" You laughed alongside the hot-headed brunette until you made eye contact and he cleared his throat whilst you replied, "God no, I still hate that fucker. I'veee got a date." Hunter spat out his drink, "Who the fuck did you hold at gun point?"

Too excited to be thrown off, you jeered, "Awe don't be too jealous." He scoffed, "Yeah? Well you fucking wish."

7:00pm came around, and you were just about ready for your date. You'd met a nice guy on a dating app well really he didn't ask for nudes in the first message so you decided he was decent enough and he asked you out to dinner which you surprisingly agreed to. You walked into the living room deciding to settle on the couch, waiting for your date's arrival. Hunter walked in that same moment and the pair of you made eye contact. He froze, and for a moment you thought he was going to insult you but, he kept walking.

Hunter Sylvester usually isn't speechless but somehow you did just that. He was actually going to apologise in the living room but your outfit caught him off guard. You'd be on his mind for literal weeks if he looked at you any longer, so he shut himself up for once and walked away. How quick things could change. 10 minutes had passed and you were getting restless but decided to wait it out. 10 minutes became 30 minutes, and 30 minutes turned into 2 hours. Your date had stood you up. Classic.

You had no energy to get up and change, and so you stayed curled up on the couch with tears drenching your face. To make things worse, Hunter walked in and saw you laying on the couch, "Go away Hunter, 'm not in the mood to fight. Seriously." He never seen you cry, after all the things he's said to you- you never cried. So of course he was concerned enough to sit next to you on the couch. He hesitated, "You ok?"

You glared at him through your tears, "No, of course I'm not fucking ok! My date just stood me up and I live with an asshole!" In any other situation he would have laughed, but he knew better, "What's your date's name? I'll fuck them up." You were shocked but, too tired to show it at this point, so you mumbled, "Some dude named Chad..." Hunter raised his eyebrows, "Chad? Chad? What a douche bag name! Seriously!" You laugh a little at this, "S'pose I should have known." There's a period of silence that he breaks, "Hey, I'm sorry I've been a dickhead these past few months, I really have no excuse." A pause. "Yeah, well it's not like you were the only one fuelling the drama, I'm sorry too." You continued, "Come to think of it, why did we start hating each other?" The tall brunette tilted his head, "I... really don't know."

The two of you laugh and talk into the late hours of the night, and the both of you find yourselves leaning in to each other. Hunter's the first to initiate it. Those years of pent up tension colliding with the kisses you're sharing with each other. Your tongues mingled, and you pull away to catch your breaths. You breathe out, "I guess you're a decent guy." In response his mouth is leaving a hot trail of pecks along the side of your jaw, coming back up to meet your lips in a searing kiss.

The two of you don't notice Kevin getting a glass of water from the kitchen until he breaks the silence, "You two are fucking weird."

A/N: Just finished writing this and dk how to feel about it but, I'm gonna post it anyway!

#hunter sylvester x reader #hunter sylvester #metal lords #netflix #angst to fluff #adrian greensmith #enemies to lovers #jaeden martell #kermitkrqb #kevin schlieb

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trashbag-baby666 · 3 years ago

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can i pls request just any sweet / fluffy headcanons of hunter and his s/o because my day's been rlly shitty ishjsbshevs <33

Aw I’m really sorry love! I hope your day is going better 😭❤️💐 so I’m gonna do some Hunter post leg break HC’s.

•When you were side stage and you saw the speakers fall on Hunters leg your heart literally broke.

•After seeing his mangled leg you stomached it pretty well and began the process of splinting it till that you learned in health till the ambulance got there.

•You waited all night with Mr. Sylvester, Emily, and Kevin. You felt terrible for what happened. He worked so hard and this is how it was going to end(?).

•After Hunter woke up from his surgery of getting plates and pins in his leg you were at his side. You brought him flowers and a small bat Squishmallow he couldn’t deny was adorable.

•When he came home that day you literally pampered him because you felt so bad.

•You two spent the day in his bed together, you ordered pizza from his favorite local spot, you watched movies he loved.

•You definitely painted his toe nails black. Then drew hearts and ‘y/n loves you’ on his cast while he was sleeping.

•He wanted to act all tough about it when he woke up but he let it slip quick and told you how much he loved you and how thankful he was for you.

•During his first band practice back you sat with him and Kevin and Emily and supported him. You all agreed ‘fuck them all for them not winning.’

•At the end of the day Hunter literally appreciates you so much and he’s so happy that you’re there for him and he loves you.

#hunter sylvester x reader #hunter sylvester #head cannon #thanks for the request!#kevin schlieb #metal lords #fluff

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sourstrawberriezz · 2 years ago

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Hi!!! I normally don't send requests (don't even know if I'm at the right place lol). Anyways, I'm wondering, could you right something about the reader being good friends with Emily and also a guitar player? Like an enemies to lovers thing with Hunter 'cause she caught his attention?!

Bye!!

Of course I can! I absolutely love this idea- (Thank you so much for the request btw!)

After your fifth period class was over, you headed to the cafeteria to have lunch with your childhood best friend, Emily. You took your seat across from her and started up a conversation. “Then I was all like ‘give me my favorite guitar pick back!’ and he wouldn’t! Moral of the story, Skip Hoffman absolutely sucks.” You finished with a sigh.

“Wait hold on just a moment-! Did you get the pick back? I know you treasure that one since you got it at that Metallica concert a few years ago.” Emily replied with concern about your favorite little piece of plastic. “Oh! Yeah, that Clay Moss kid from Molley Coddle got it back for me.” You smiled taking the pick from your pocket and showing it off to Emily.

“Enough about me, what is going on with you? Anything interesting happening?” You asked with enthusiasm. “Wellll.. I got a boyfriend! Or, at least I think we’re dating.” Emily answered with a light blush on her face. You, on the other hand were left jaw dropped. “What!? Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” You quietly shouted while whipping your head around looking for your best friend’s mystery boyfriend.

“Oh my goodness (Y/n)! Stop trying to look for him!” Emily’s scottish accent really showed when she got flustered. Then your eyes locked with a pair of bluish green eyes partially covered by long brown hair. ‘This isn’t weird right? No! It’s not weird because he was staring first!.. I think.’ You thought to yourself as he broke the stare and quickly turned back around.

After school, you went to one of the music practicing rooms to play your electric guitar. You kept your door cracked open a bit so that you could have playing competitions with Emily. Down the hallway you could hear the cello through Emily’s barely open door, so you played a riff that you’ve been working on for a while. What you didn’t know was that your audience wasn’t just Emily, but also Hunter Sylvester. He had drove to the school to pick up Kevin since he drove him there. On his way to find Kevin, he found your passionate guitar playing instead. He peeked through the window of the door and saw your head thrown back while absolutely shredding that guitar.

He was mesmerized. He’s never seen such love, hard work, and commitment put into an instrument before except whenever he plays. “Metal..” He mumbled before you finally finished. Hunter snapped himself out of his trance and continued down the hallway to retrieve his best friend.

*The next day*

“Hunter please! You have no idea how much she shreds! Just give her a chance.” Kevin practically begged Hunter to give Emily a chance to be Skull Fucker’s bass player. “Oh my fucking god fine Kevin.” Hunter gave in rubbing his temples. Kevin texted Emily and she said she could go to Hunter’s, but today was also the day you and Kevin would meet. Kevin told Emily to just bring you along, and that she did.

Here you were, in the Sylvester house’s basement, accompanied by Emily, Kevin, and Hunter. You were beyond shocked as you heard Hunter tell Emily that she can’t be in the band just because she plays cello. Hearing him degrade your friend pissed you off badly. “Y’know what Sylvester, Emily doesn’t need this band if you won’t accept her for the damn instrument she plays! So you two will see us at the battle of the bands next Friday cracking skulls.” You confidently stated as the room went quiet. All eyes were now on you, but you didn’t budge on your decision. “Kevin it was nice to meet you, can’t say the same for your friend though. Let’s go Emily.” You said as you grabbed the horrified girl’s hand and left.

You and Emily came up with the name Bloody Locket, and for the next week you spent all of your time practicing with Emily, arguing with Hunter at school, and making sure everything was perfect for the battle of the bands. It was happening in two days, so your brain was going haywire. Emily assured you that everything would go great, but you couldn’t help but overthink.

‘What if I play the wrong chord? What if a string snaps? Oh my god, what if I forget the whole song!?’ You thought to yourself. Emily noticed your change in mood the past week, and was getting really worried. She also noticed how much more serious you were about this than she was. Emily was taking this seriously and was going to try her best, but she wasn’t stressing out like you had been the past few days.

*Two days later*

Here you were getting antsy backstage at the battle of the bands. Emily had filled you in yesterday about how Hunter was sent to rehab, which equally surprised you. It also opened your eyes a bit. Hunter dealt with his own struggles and issues, so why were you even being rude to him in the first place? Well it’s because he was shitty to your best friend.. but he apologized. Okay, it’s because uhm, uhhh.. you don’t actually know. He just returned the mean behavior every day so you just went with it. In reality, there’s really nothing to be mad at him for anymore.

After finishing arguing with yourself in your head, you walked over to Hunter who was also backstage, and decided to apologize. “Hey Hunter?” “Huh? Oh uh hey (Y/n).” He replied awkwardly not knowing why you’re talking to him in a calm manner. “I just wanted to say-” “Actually I have something important to tell you. (Y/n), you are so metal, it’s fucking insane. The first time I saw you play, something happened to me because of how much passion you put into that guitar. At first I had no clue what it was, but- I- I thought it was that I hated you I guess? I later found out it wasn’t that I hate you, but actually the opposite. Look, I just want to tell you that I’m sorry for how I acted and that I really like you.” Hunter finally finished. “That.. was pretty much what I was going to say, but you already spoke for the both of us so..” You heard Molley Coddle getting cheered for indicating they were done with their song, so you and Emily were up now. (I’m sorry I don’t know what to put here-)

*1 week later*

A lot of things can change in a week ya know? You and Hunter were now together, you had merged your bands after the battle of the bands, and now you’re in his basement practicing songs with your favorite people. Things couldn’t be better.

(Hey guys! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out, but I finally finished it! I hope you liked it!)

#fanfic #metal lords #hunter sylvester #emily #kevin schlieb #x reader

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