#hunter sylvester x reader

[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

[deaddcrow]

Yea I may or may not be out for dinner rn but I have no one to talk to so I’m about to just start writing or reading fanfics

If anyone has an idea for who I should write for comment away

[dolly-gutzz]

Hunter Sylvester x fem!reader

what it’s like dating Hunter Sylvester

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Will drill you on metal knowledge cuz it’s his hyperfixation

like you will know just as much as he does by like the second week of dating

height difference go brrrrr

fore head kisses go crazy

is a softie but doesn’t want to be

like will beg for cuddles, cuddle you and then halfway through cuddling, will gain conciseness and push you away

(then he’ll feel rlly bad and cuddle you ten times harder)

sleepovers 🔛🔝‼️

he has such a huge and beautiful house that you insist on staying there 24/7

I mean he has all the good snacks and such a comfy bed, why wouldn’t you want to stay over for eternity??

night long car rides!!

Omg I can just imagine driving at night in like a downtown area and just talking about life and your future together

then you guys make out in his car

speaking of make outs, he does not know how to do that when you guys first start dating

like pretty boys clueless

you teach him the littlest amount of basic info

omg I can just see him like being a nerd a writing down all of the stuff your saying 😭😭

He’s literally like 🤓✍️

Sitting in at band seshes

you and Emily are besties

helping him write his songs

(there are like fifteen songs he’s written about you)

sitting on his lap whilst he writes songs

or sitting on his lap while watching movies

or sitting on his lap while in band practice

just sitting on his lap‼️‼️

braiding his hair !!

you search up YouTube tutorials in how to do different types of braids and hair styles

and if you have long hair then he can braid yours

also!! As a black curly hair girly I have this thing where I think that he doesn’t like people touching his hair, just like us curly haired people don’t like people touching our hair

so I think that if the reader has curly hair, then you guys both have mutual understanding on people violating your personal space and touching you hair, which not only brings you together but also helps you guys feel safe with one another

omg sorry for the rant lmao

Anyways

romcoms

I think he totally digs them but acts like he doesn’t

his fav romcom is ten things I hate about you

do you guys see the vision cuz I see the vision

he wants to be your Patrick and you are this kat

omg i just had a thought

what if he made a metal cover of can't take my eyes off of you 😭😭😭

DO YIU GUYS SEE THE VISION PLS TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION

Halloween!!

you are nina the killer and he’s either Jeff the killer or Nina’s canon bf eyeless Jack ( creepypasta fandom unite!!!)

he want to stay in a watch horror movie but you want to go trick or treating

he gives and you both go trick or treating

he hates Christmas I cna feel it in my bones

bur if you love Christmas he will do a complete 180 and act like he enjoys it just a little bit

will loathe your celebrity crush with his entire soul heart and bones

like he will wish death upon them

and your all like “hunter it’s not like I’m gonna date Louis partridge he’s dating Olivia Rodrigo” and he’s all like “good cuz he can’t have you 😠😠”

has a crush on Elvira

I think that’s all the headcanonna I have in me 💀💀

[corpseontheloose]

Hunter Sylvester Headcanons | Cat Edition!

Are you insane?

A cat??

HUNTER AND A CAT??!

JOkes aside, he loves cats.

He doesn't really know how to pet a cat but he's trying his best

He's afraid they don't like him but he's extremely loved by them

"What the—" and it's a cat rubbing its head against him

Tries to seem like he doesn't care but he's melting

Loves black cats specifically, but any color will do

Probably sheltered one on his way home without his dad knowing

Not his fault tho, the cat was insisting

(it was his fault. He couldn't help it)

PROBABLY named him "Metallica", "Dungeon Master" or "Hellhammer" or some stupid shit like that

The first time the cat cuddled with him, Hunter went stiff cuz he didn't expect it

He was always angry and he was scared he'd scare it away

Nah the cat be chillin' tho

Would find his cat on his chest or stomach while sleeping

Cat hair is now all over his black clothes but it's fine

It's a cat

Never mentions it until someone visits his house

His dad didn't say anything, he just sighed. This was probably the most normal thing Hunter ever did anyways 😭

Usually talks to it when he's frustrated

"How about some metal?" and proceeds to scare the poor cat with his loud guitar 💀

It's coolio tho, it got used to Hunter (at some point)

Surprised that he's not allergic to it

He used to sneeze a lot around cats

Guess the allergy went away??

BIG CAT LOVER MWAH

[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.

[satrryeys4eva]

.....soo ....... After basically being gone for literal years...... I'm back...sooo pls send requests for

Damon Salvatore

Aegon ii Targaryen

Oliver Quick

Homelander

Gotham! Bruce Wayne

Henry Bowers

Vance Hopper

Michael Langdon

Hunter Sylvester

Kevin Khatchadourian

Miguel Diaz

Koby (opla)

Luffy (opla)

Buggy (opla)

(yandere and dark mostly pls and if you don't have a plot that's ok just send in a character, a song and a vibe!)

[xelmokidx]

Hii!!Was wondering if you could do a goth reader x hunter Sylvester if it’s not too much trouble thanks!:)

Omgggg this is so cute ( especially bc I’m goth) 

And more requests for anything yall, I’m dying for new stuff to write over the summer!! 

Hunter Sylvester x goth!fem!reader 

will actually listen to your music!! 

He’ll make u playlists of your fav songs and actively will seek out newer goth music for you to listen to

And you’ll make him some metal playlists 

Will buy you every goth accessory, price of clothing and music vinyl you show any interest in 

Will go to goth clubs and parties with you 

Omg I can just imagine doing his corpse paint and he (attempts) your goth makeup 

Mall trips are a must and you both freak out at hot topic at all the cool stuff 

Staying over at his awesome house in his awesome room to watch horror movies and old goth classics like Dracula and Frankenstein 

Omg and if your a monster high fan( like me🫶🏽🫶🏽) he’ll buy you all of the gen 1 dolls off of eBay no matter what the cost 

Omg I can also imagine he has a shelf in his room where he’ll sore some of your dolls there 

And he also has a whole collection of makeup for you if you ever run out of white face paint or eyeliner 

Midnight make outs where you both end up with grey lips from your white face paint and black lips 💀💀

Doing his hair like yours ( teased and hair sprayed to high heaven) 

Sharing stuff like fishnets and band t-shirts 

Him stealing your demonias even tho he’s rlly tall😭

If you like getting your nails done he’ll pay for it

He doesn’t even know how much they even cost (which is atleast $150…) he just pays for them no matter what 

But in return he demands head scratches with the new claws

Him holding you by the waist while walking ( not really goth oriented but so cute either way)

Ok that’s all I have in me lmao 

[bouncybongfairy]

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.

[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!

[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 🙄☝\\

[theship-thewalrus]

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."

[scp230kinnie]

Hi im so glad I found someone still writes for hunter😭Could you do a hunter x goth reader or if you don’t feel like writing that I will take any hunter content literally😭❤️‍🩹

JSJSHSJS YES OKAY IM GONNA DO HEADCANONS JUST CUZ I DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING A LONG THING

Hunter Sylvester x Goth reader Headcanons

No warnings aside from being cringe and not proofread🙏 mostly gn!

⚠️ I AM NOT A GOTH PERSON so please feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong😭

Have fun reading

At first he really doesn’t like goth music 😭

He says it’s not metal enough for him or something

He learns to accept your music taste, knowing he’s not gonna change anything

He does try to get you to expand your music taste a bit

(By giving you metal recommendations)

IMAGINE GOING OUT IN FULL TRAD GOTH WHILE HE DOES CORPSE PAINT AWW

Lowkey he would to do corpse paint on you, and he would maybe be willing to let you do trad goth on him in return

He’s not a fan of the style himself, but he thinks you look absolutely freaking majestic

You always catch him staring at you or watching you do makeup

He shows you off to all his (3) friends for sure

“This is my amazing gf/bf 💪”

He will learn about the subcultures and stuff just for you

On the days you don’t do full read goth and just do like regular eyeliner or something, he’ll be all goofy like “who the fuck is this chick😦”

Shit bro he will buy you whatever clothes and accessories you want (with his dads card duh)

He will also (try to) help you do your hair

He doesn’t have any “goth” clothes, seeing as he’s a metalhead, but same goes for my last set of Hunter hcs, he will give you his hoodies and maybe his band shirts if you wanted

Painting each others nails🫶

He’s not good at it but damn right he’s gonna try

I just KNOW if you painted his nails he’d fuck it up instantly. Like it’ll still be drying and he’ll already smudge it in like 5 minutes

If you dye your hair, (light haired alternative people know😔) he will probably try to help

He has really low patience with it tho

If you have really thick or long hair he will straight up just give up

Idk how many times I’ve said it but he WILL try to learn your favourite songs on guitar

Back at it with the “serenading” thing but it’s just him flexing his skills

When ur not around he will try on your jewelry just to see how it looks

Will steal your rings if they fit him

Same thing with earrings

I’m like 90% sure he canonically has his ears pierced so if you have nice earrings he will take them and wear them with pride

I am not goth, once again. But I am some kind of alternative, and I know that a lot of these people have like spikes that they put on clothes and stuff

So he would definitely want you to do that with some of his stuff

That’s all I can think of for now 😇 keep them coming guys

[lif3lessb0dy]

I recently rewatched Metal Lords and still I'm in fvxking love with Hunter Sylvester.

maybe I'll write sth for him >∆<

[dolly-gutzz]

Hunter Sylvester x goth!fem!reader 

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will actually listen to your music!! 

He’ll make u playlists of your fav songs and actively will seek out newer goth music for you to listen to

And you’ll make him some metal playlists 

Will buy you every goth accessory, price of clothing and music vinyl you show any interest in 

Will go to goth clubs and parties with you 

Omg I can just imagine doing his corpse paint and he (attempts) your goth makeup 

Mall trips are a must and you both freak out at hot topic at all the cool stuff 

Staying over at his awesome house in his awesome room to watch horror movies and old goth classics like Dracula and Frankenstein 

Omg and if your a monster high fan( like me🫶🏽🫶🏽) he’ll buy you all of the gen 1 dolls off of eBay no matter what the cost 

Omg I can also imagine he has a shelf in his room where he’ll sore some of your dolls there 

And he also has a whole collection of makeup for you if you ever run out of white face paint or eyeliner 

Midnight make outs where you both end up with grey lips from your white face paint and black lips 💀💀

Doing his hair like yours ( teased and hair sprayed to high heaven) 

Sharing stuff like fishnets and band t-shirts 

Him stealing your demonias even tho he’s rlly tall😭

If tug like getting your nails done he’ll pay for it

He doesn’t even know how much they even cost (which is atleast $150…) he just pays for them no matter what 

But in return he demands head scratches with the new claws

Him holding you by the waist while walking ( not really goth oriented but so cute either way)

Ok that’s all I have in me lmao 

[corpseontheloose]

|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

[ephedrathirsts]

Teach me

Synopsis: Your best friend asks you to take his virginity. As the both of you spend more time intimately together 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, eventual smut, fluff, afab reader, eventual angst, anger issues

Pairings: Hunter Sylvester! x afab! reader

Word count: 4100

Parts: I, II

 You were preparing for bed, cleaning off the makeup you had put on for hours, feeling a little embarrassed. You had been stood up. It wasn’t the end of the world but it was a little humiliating. You shaved for absolutely nothing, put on a matching pair of bra and panties, wore one of your favorite gowns. You didn’t ' have game' per se but you weren’t doing bad either. At least you thought you weren’t.

 You decided to stop your playlist and embrace defeat as you heard the sound of rustling leaves and the stomping of boots on the side of your house. That wouldn’t have been him, right? He knew your parents were out of town. There was no reason to go through all this trouble. That’s when a silhouette showed more clearly.

  You freaked out, got to your feet, and locked the window, trying to come up with the most elaborate escape plan on the face of the planet but falling short as your panic clouded your judgment.

  "Let me in, please. I think I scrapped my knee pretty badly." a familiar voice came through.

  You were on edge still, shaking in place as you slowly dragged your arm to open the window.

 Hunter came in with a swift motion, panting heavily, with a manic look on his face. As he collected his breath, he finally saw your expression- you seemed furious, steam coming out the top of your head. You were throwing mental darts, aimed at the boy and shaking your hands furiously.

 "What the hell are you doing here?! In the middle of the night, unannounced! I thought I was going to get murdered."

 "I knew you weren’t going to be asleep so I thought this time was as good as any… wait… are you expecting someone?" his gaze drifted off to your tight-fitting slip dress.

 All of a sudden, he noticed the mood lighting and he remembered not seeing your father’s car parked outside. He felt a little uneasy now but he tried his best not to show it. Maybe him coming to you was a terrible idea after all.

 "Nope.. it’s just me… no one's coming…" you squeaked, not wanting to share more of the story.

 "Ok, good, because I need a favor and I know that this may sound weird and it might make things awkward between us but I trust you so I think you.." you interrupt his nervous spiel with a concerned look on your face.

 "Are you not going to apologize first? You know, for scarring me to death." You replied through gritted teeth.

  "Yes! Of course, how inconsiderate of me. I truly am sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but it’s an emergency. You are the only one I trust with this. I can’t just not try, the thought of it will haunt me for months on end and I really need this…"

 "Wow, dude, slow down for a minute. You didn't have any of the funny juice again, right? Don’t tell me I have to pee in a cup. I’m not doing it."

 "That was a one-time thing! An honest mistake, if you must know!" He said defensively- "I would never do that willingly.’"

 "Sure thing, buddy." You replied with a smug smile on your face.

 "What was so important it warranted you climbing up my window during the witching hour?" You said playfully, trying to calm him down.

 "So... I've been thinking a lot about the future and how we have less than a year of high school left and... You know I'm high in demand and everything but.." He blabbered on.

  "It's ok, I can help you pick out a collage. I am the wisest out of your friends after all. You can trust me, buddy." You declared knowingly

 "No, fuck that. I'm not going to college." He brushed it off.

 "Nope, you definitely are!" You demanded.

 "No, not a chance that's happening." He replied, sounding a little distracted.

 "Ok, we will continue this conversation later. You are going, by the way, but let's not get sidetracked. Tell me what's on your mind."

  Hunter started blushing for a minute, uncertain of how to express himself.

 "You know how last year you and Kevin were making fun of me for being a virgin.." he explained hastily.

  "Yeah, I'm so sorry for that. It was funny as fuck but there is no shame in being a virgin. I mean, I was one up until five months ago." You confessed.

  Hunter's cheeks became even rosier, embarrassment written on his face.

 "The thing is… I still am one.." He blurted out

 "Oh? So do you need me to hook you up with someone? I guess I could make a good wingwoman, I can look around, do a little research." You got all serious and concentrated, lost in thought.

  "Puff, no. I'm the singer of a semi-successful metal band and like I previously mentioned I am high in demand." Hunter grinned proudly.

 "Ok then, I don't understand the issue."

 "Look, when I do decide to pursue any of my many.. and I mean many groupies.."

  "Uhuh.." You dozed, rolling your eyes at him.

 "I want to be certain of what I'm doing. I have a reputation to uphold. I'm not a washed-up indie singer or something. I am supposed to be a master in the arts of sex.." He rambled.

  "Ok, I'm losing you. Stop stretching out the conversation and get to your actual point." You chirped a little annoyed.

 "I want you to teach me." He spat out.

 "You want me to take your virginity?" You asked a bit taken aback.

 "Nope, I want you to teach me. You know how when you practice something, you get better at it? I have been playing the guitar for years and that's how I built upon my skill." He explained, hoping you were paying attention and reading carefully between the lines.

  "I don't catch your drift."

  Hunter's face dropped. Guess he had to spell it out for you.

 "I don't want you to take my virginity and then never do it again. I won't learn anything from just one lesson. I need a proper course. Maybe like a month-long or something. I'm willing to do whatever you want if you agree. And if you don't and try to tell anyone about this interaction, I will deny everything I said up until this point so it will be your word against mine and..."

 "Ok, ok mister 'Law and order'. Slow your horses. I'm not going to tell anyone."

  A rush of relief washed over Hunter's face.

 "So basically you want me to have sex with you in the pursuit of learning..?"

  "Yup, exactly."

 "Like scheduled, strictly mechanical. Just so you learn the woodwork?" You said a bit confused.

  "No, of course not. What's the point in that? In real life, people don't show up and have sex out of nowhere. This isn't porn. I want to do the entire thing right- foreplay, intensity, passion, mood lighting, music, etc. I'm not about to half-ass it." He said confidently.

 "And why do you want to do it with me?"

 "I know you, I trust you and you are pleasing to the eye. That way I won't feel so weird or embarrassed."

  " 'Pleasing to the eye', don't be busting out the compliments just yet, you don't want to make me all flustered and shit." You said sarcastically.

  "Ok, I'm sorry. That sounded douche-y. What I meant to say is you’re hot and you are basically the only person that matches my energy."

 "Yeah.. that sounds wayy less douche-y," You replied, unamused.

 "I'm sorry, I'm having a pretty hard time here. If you think of a more appropriate way of phrasing it, please do let me know." Hunter retorted a bit defensively.

  "This is such a bad idea, dude. It can go off the rails, you know."

  "Can't you help a desperate friend out? Please, I really need this." Hunter pleaded, looking like a sad puppy.

  You had to think for a second. This was such a bad idea. For one it could ruin the friendship, make things between you two uncomfortable, but you could see the strained expression on his face. You couldn’t just leave him hanging. Maybe he was going to back down, change his mind if you were to actually agree, so against your better judgment you went along with it.

 "God, good thing I feel bad for you after this pathetic pitch you tried to sell me. Guess I'm not as wise.. uh.. sure I will do it, but I have to warn you that I do have some ground rules, some extremely important 'Do's' and 'Don't's'..."

 Hunter got all excited and giddy after hearing you that he cut you off mid-sentence. "You will do it! Fuck yeah, thank youu! You are truly the best!" He said and then quickly kissed your cheek.

 "I will be considerate of your 'Do's' and 'Don't's' and make sure to make you feel as comfortable as possible." He said matter of factly while saluting you and climbing back out of your window.

 "I'm already regretting this." You croaked out to yourself.

 Hunter was sitting on your bed, propped up on his elbows with a notebook in front of him and a pen sticking out of his mouth while you were going on your merry rant.

 "Don't overdo it with the dirty talk. Don't name any of my body parts. Don't give me a nickname. Don't call me 'mommy' and don't expect me to call you 'daddy', I'm not into it. Don't grab my neck out of nowhere. You can't just go around choking me unannounced!" You scolded.

 "So if I announce myself I can choke you?" Hunter's eyebrows raised playfully.

 "We'll see about that.. Don't call me a 'good girl' or whatever. It makes me feel weird. Don't tear any of my clothes, I'm pretty attached to them. Don't touch my feet. Ass area is off-limits! I'm not kidding, don't slap it, care about it, try to put something up it, don't even acknowledge its existence!"

 Hunter scribbled something in his notebook, highlighted it, and mouthed "no ass".

 "Is this all? Or are there more 'Don't's'?"

  "I guess there are but they will come up with time depending on the situation. Communication is key after all."

 "Ok, what are the 'Do's' then?"

 "A lot of attention on the neck, hips, and thigh areas. Reciprocal scratching is encouraged. The same applies to light hair pulling, biting, and slapping at times..."

  "Wait, slapping?" Hunter got a little alarmed.

  "I'm a very passionate person. I'm not only passive-aggressive. I can also be actively aggressive and sex is a productive way to channel it, ya know." You answered coyly

 Hunter wrote down "Surprisingly both a sadist and a masochist."

 "I like attention, I like eye contact, I like feeling like a gem. Like I'm God-sent or something. I know how it sounds but I'm being honest, it turns me on. That probably has something to do with my self-esteem issues.. well yet another thing to bring up with my therapist" you drifted off.

 "The fact you like to be validated during sex?" Hunter chuckled.

  "Yeah.. maybe.. maybe not." You said after sifting the thought through your brain.

 "I can be mean during sex, by the way, sometimes I can get nasty." You warned.

  "Only during sex?" Hunter teased and you hit his shoulder.

 "Oh yeah, teasing is a must! I both hate it and love it so much. Banter is extremely erotic when done right and it has to be incorporated."

 Hunter circled "probably has anger issues and gets her panties wet by arguing"

 "That's kind of a mischaracterization of what I said but yeah, sure.."

 "It's ok, I have anger issues too. I get you, girl." He put his hand on your shoulder while mock empathizing with you.

 "Don't ever say that again."

 "Ok, putting it in the 'Don't's' section right after the ass stuff." He said all knowingly.

  "Oh God, how am I supposed to keep going when you’re not taking anything seriously and acting like such a little brat?"

 "Don't get all worked up now babe, we haven't even taken our clothes off." Hunter coughed out and winked at you.

  You went on without paying him much attention.

 "I also like to take things slow. But that mostly happens when I have developed feelings for the person. Wanting to be in the moment with them."

 "So you were the one half-assing sex?"

 "Wait, what? I beg your pardon!" You screeched, offended at his suggestion.

 "It is all about being in the moment. If it isn't clicking you simply don't go through with it. But sex is all about some basic type of connection between people. It's not only about feelings, it's about respect, it's about dignity. Getting to know someone more intimately, not only for your pleasure." Hunter explained all focused and mentor-like.

 "If you know all of this already, what do you need me for?"

 "You can't just go around the world with knowing stuff you can’t put to use," Hunter answered like he had thought about it for a long time.

 You were quite impressed with him. You had known him for a very long time and you were already aware he wasn't showing everything there was to him to others. Yes, he could be impulsive and childlike, a pain in the ass, and a cocky son of a bitch but he was always strangely emotionally Intelligent at times, and that surprised you. Guess therapy was working for him, huh?

  "So, is that the end of our lesson for today?"

  "I think so. It's good that the two of us learned some new information today." You smiled, feeling proud of your student.

 "Yeah, I now know not to call you 'mommy'. It's information that will shape me for the years to come." He said sarcastically.

 "Oh, shut up asshole. You asked for this, remember?" You retorted

 "And you were the one that strongly encourages teasing, weren't you." He whispered huskily as he leveled with your face and kissed you, slowly and tentatively. Your cheeks flushed with shock. He opened his eyes to look at you and chuckled softly.

 "May I kiss you again?" He pleaded. Your breath caught in your throat. You did agree to this, yes, but there was still some disbelief there.

 "He'll probably drop it. He doesn't mean it seriously. It won't come to anything physical, I'm sure of it..." you had already convinced yourself.

 You didn't expect anything to actually... Well, happen. But he was only asking for a kiss and he looked like such a sad little puppy, there was no denying him.

  "Yes.." you gulped. "You may kiss me." You nervously shift your gaze from his eyes to his lips.

   As if he was reading your mind he replied: "Don't worry, I'm anxious too."

   And then it was all silence as he closed the distance between you, his lips gently caressing yours. He was holding you tight- one hand on the small of your back and the other on your cheek as he slowly deepened the kiss. He was hesitant with his movements but was trying to impress you. With his tongue fully in your mouth, engulfing you steadily. Savoring every little bit, every time you brushed your fingers through his hair, every time you pressed your palms against his chest or tickled the sides of his face with your fingertips.

 He held you like you were made of porcelain, not because he was afraid of you breaking but of you changing your mind, your touch being too infectious to let go of.

 Both of you parted to catch your breath and Hunter smiled at you sheepishly, held up your arm to his face, and planted a quick peck on the back of it.

 "That was quite the kiss."

 "Yeah.. it definitely was." You agreed, flustered, gazing into his eyes.

 You were sitting on Hunter's bed, trying your best to focus on doing your homework while Skullflower was practicing. They were getting pretty good, their sound coming off as more refined and confident. Hunter had worked hard on their debut album to the point that even the demos of their songs were professional.

He was very serious when it came to his craft. You could see it now- how particular he was about the acoustics, how much emotion he put in while he sang, and how concentrated he was while strumming on his guitar. He was truly in his element while playing and you could see all of this passion radiating from him. He was in the zone, huffing, and sweating, looking down at the strings and plucking them one by one with his fingers.

 Your body tensed at the sight, his long hair swishing, complementing the sharpness and edges of his face. And his eyes looked so.. uh... so... what were you thinking about?! Snap out of it! You were doing homework; you weren't drooling over your best friend. That's nonsense!

 You were so focused on expelling all of the non-platonic thoughts out of your head that you barely even noticed that the band had stopped playing and Kevin and Emily were nowhere to be seen.

 "Are you done with your homework?"  Hunter asked while putting away his guitar.

 "Yeah, you could say so. I made a lot of progress." You answered embarrassedly.

 "That's good, hard work should be rewarded," Hunter whispered as he started coming close to you.

  "Yeah. I should treat myself to desert or something." You fidgeted with your fingers and avoided his gaze.

 "I was thinking of something more along the lines of this." He was in front of you now, grabbing your cheeks with both of his hands and kissing you passionately. He then broke away and started gently stroking your hair and playing with the ends.

 "You looked pretty all concentrated and serious." He confessed. "But I think it's time for you to take a little break and relax."

 "I'm not that tired." You gulped impulsively.

 "Good, me neither." He put his hands on your waist and kissed you again so drawn out that it made you weak. It took everything out of you not to whimper at the feeling. If you were none the wiser you would have confused the feeling in your stomach for butterflies, but there was no way Hunter could be causing such a reaction. Definitely not.

 "Do you want to hang out, watch a movie, or something?" He suggested nervously.

  "Yea-yeah... Sure..."

  "Oh wait, I know what you need!" He whispered and wiggled his eyebrows.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, what was he going to do? That was too much. Your heart was racing and you could feel how increasingly anxious you were getting.

 As your mind was spiraling, he put on TLC and turned to you.

 "Pick your poison. I'm gonna order junk food and we can make fun of whatever show you want " You melted. He knew you so well. Just because you were swapping DNA samples with each other now didn't mean he didn't remember how it was before. He got you.

  Hunter could sense you were a little tense and he didn't want to put you off. He wanted you to remember what your relationship was all about- you two goofing off, being idiots, being assholes to others and to each other sometimes but still carrying deep care and understanding for one another.

 "That sounds amazing, but it's getting kind of late. I need to go home." You whispered, regret washing over you.

 "You can stay over, you know? It's not a school night and for some bizarre reason, your parents are chill with me. Come on captain Crunch, please stay." He looked a little desperate and sad. He wanted you here. He needed you to stay.

  "One time I choke on cereal and have it come out of my nose and I never get to hear the end of it, huh?" You answered, acting as if you were upset. "But yeah, ok, I will stay over."

 Come to think of it maybe that was exactly what you needed- to remind yourself of what your relationship with Hunter was so you stopped acting as if you had a crush on him, because one thing was for certain- you didn't, nope.

 The two of you ate pizza as you laughed at the terrible attempts at flirting made by some poor soul on 90-day fiancé.

 "Don't worry about it, beautiful. When we get together, I will buy you an ass." Ok, not such a poor soul after all.

 "Boo, who the fuck would actually say that?" You screamed at the TV.

 "She is only in on it because she wants to get a green card, you can't get too mad at the guy," Hunter explained.

 "Are you defending him?!" You replied dumbfounded by his words.

 "No, fuck no. The dude is a total tool." Hunter snickered.

 "Good, I was getting worried for a second there."

Hunter held up one of his hands to his chest and declared: "Don't worry sweetheart, I would never even dare to mention your ass." He laughed and you laughed as well, punching his shoulder lightly.

 "Oh, fuck off." You spat out, still unable to stop yourself from giggling."I think it's time I call it a night. I'm pretty tired. Toss me one of your tees and some sheets so I can make the sofa..."  Hunter interrupted you.

"What are you saying, you're sleeping with me. I can’t have you sleeping on the sofa. We have done this so many times before, there's plenty of space for the both of us."

 "I know.. but it hasn’t happened in such a long time." The nerves were returning and a flush was creeping up your cheeks.

 "Yeah, that’s true. But you are aware of how comfortable my bed is." He reminded

 You could share a bed with him. I mean it was just Hunter. Good old Hunter- your FRIEND. Nothing more, nothing else. What was the point of making a fuss?

 "Fine, just give me something to wear, please." You said trying to sound a bit annoyed at the situation.

 Hunter gave you one of his band tees. You went to the bathroom to put it on, your toothbrush still being there from previous sleepovers. But was this a sleepover? What if he tried to do something? What if you tried to do something yourself? No, that was nonsense! Why would you, it's not like you desperately wanted to. You can behave yourself!

 You came out of the bathroom wearing only his T-shirt and a pair of underwear.

 "I know how you like to sleep on the left side but my phone is charging on the bedside table and I'll need to switch the do not disturb mode on at some point so..." He froze as you came into view, looking extremely casual and comfy with your hair down and his shirt adorning your body, ending just at the beginning of your thighs.

 "Yeah, that's ok" you whispered.

  Was he blushing? He couldn't be, right? There was no way you could make him this shy.

 You climbed into bed with him. He also had a shirt on and you couldn’t tell whether he was wearing anything underneath but as your leg unintentionally brushed over his you knew for a fact, he was also only wearing his boxers.

 "I'm sorry," you said coyly.

  "It's alright." He replied.

 To the both of your surprise, you put your hands on his face, pulling him towards you, and kissed him gently. He was so shocked he had his eyes open for a bit, but as the initial feeling warn off, he wrapped around you with both of his arms and held your chest close to his as his tongue slowly came into your mouth. Your legs were tangling between his, and without even thinking of it your grip landed on his shoulders as you tried kissing him harder, more passionately.

 You broke away to catch your breaths, with your head laying on his chest. He caressed your hair and planted a kiss on the top of your head while lacing his fingers through yours. Your heart was racing and you could hear his was too. You liked it, how comfortable you felt in his embrace. How well you fit around him.

You reached up to lightly stroke his face and kiss his cheek. "Goodnight, Hunter’’, you put his hand on your waist and turned on your side, making him spoon you.

 "Goodnight." He whispered tentatively into your ear.