#billy hargorve fanfic

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Part Two of the Billy Hargrove ff (there will be 5 parts btw, 7 with the censored versions 🧏‍♀️the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

Warning: if you're a minor shoo or I'll ground you!

Warnings for this part:

Dirty language, kissing, touching, Billy getting off to you, explicit language, smut basically, uhhh just basically a whole bunch of getting worked up, smacking (you'll see) and slight kinks (degrading, etc)🦦. If there's more let me know I think this is all of the stuff in this.

Cause I need more than my imagination

~part 3

"You didn't use my perfum, are you sure?"

"Yeah it's probably like, I don't know, your shirt that smells a lot of your perfum, maybe the perfum got in the walls already. You always smell like a bottle of it so I wouldn't be surprised."

He chuckled.

"Doll, I see the way you react when I sit closer to you, or when you smell my jacket. Which no offense, I find that desperation to smell me and like me, very hot. But wouldn't want to accuse you of anything"

He set down the drinks walking over to you standing by the bed end.

"You're mistaken, I can't avoid it when you jacket reeks of cigarettes all the time. Also stop smoking it's unhealthy" you reply turning around to pick up his blanket. Turning around and wrapping it around yourself.

"Oh yeah? I reek? How come I see you bite your bottom lip when I smoke?"

"Again, you're mistaken, I'm actually trying not to gag then"

"Hahaha riiiight, you wanna gag for a different reason? Mh?"

"Pass."

"To bad" he replied smugly, sitting down on the bed as you took your drink and a slight awkward silence overtook the room.

"Soo" you start.

"So" he copies you, waiting for you to continue.

"So, your parents home?"

"Nope. Just us sugar tits"

"Haha okay...so what's the plan?"

"I don't know, I could think of something but I doubt you're down for it." He says undoing some of his buttons, opening the flannel his chest now basically all the way exposed. You roll your eyes while the familiar hest rises from your toes to you face.

"Whore" you joke as you grab one of his cds.

"I'd gladly be your personal men whore, if it means I can taste you and hold you. I'm all for it"

"Can we listen to, uh Mötley Crüe, that's how you pronounce it?"

"Sure sugar, put it on" he says getting up and walking behind you, his hand sliding around your waist, the blanket barely doing anything to make the touch less tempting. His lips settle on the back of your neck, as he watches you put the cd in the cd player, your blush smacking you across your face once more. As his hand wraps around you, pushing the blanket open slightly as he slips his hands into it to feel your skin just below your crop top. Another kiss landing on your neck, over your pulse point. A deep inhale erupts from him as his fingers slightly grip into your skin.

Come on and dance starts playing, you totally missed when he skipped the first song to this one. Before you can react you feel him leave a wet kiss on your neck.

"I want you Doll...what do you say, mh? I need to feel you Sugar"

You take in a shaky breath, the air in your lungs burning slightly for some reason. You can taste his lips on your tounge, when you never even kissed..

"Billy..we haven't even kissed yet, like really kissed yet."

"Shit.. if that's something you're up for now, I can work with that...I think kissing you will be more than enough for me to make myself fall asleep tonight." He whispers, his breath hitches, he take a deep breath as he slowly turns you around, trapping you between him and the desk where the music played.

He watched you, your eyes scanning his face slowly, a little flustered as you gathered your guts. Taking his face in your hands gently.

"I..don't know how to do this... well I kissed a guy before but it was like uhm a peck? Was a stupid spin the bottle thing...." You whisper against his lips, barely inches away now.

"Fuck, Doll, I will teach you whatever you don't know yet. Damn....shit I'll teach you whatever you need me to, I'd teach you to ride a bike if you don't know how..that just means I can be a major part of your life, that's all I want.."

"Okay but...if I suck please tell me?" You reply quietly, he just nods furiously, when you look at him and nod your head slightly he gently moves closer. Watching the way your eyes close tightly as you wait. He smiles before he kisses you, just a small peck. Pulling away to see you confused.

"...that's it?"

"No ..I just need a second or I'll lose myself"

You wait as he stares at you, the music the only sound.

"...you all calm and collected again?"

"Yeah"

Was all he said before he grabbed your hips pulling you against him, his lips back on yours. Slowly, you catch the right way of kissing him back, after a few embarrassing tries to move with him. When you finally got the right speed and movements, he groans against your lips. Sucking on your bottom lip, you wrap your arms around his neck way to smoothly, like you've done it multiple times. It just came so naturally.

He nibbles your bottom lip now, pulling away slightly, barely getting his words out before be kisses you again.

"Please, fuck darling open your mouth I need more"

When his lips went back on yours after that hurried sentence, you shivered, his tounge sliding over your lips and before you know it you relax and enjoy the way he slowly deepens the kiss. Almost careful. It didn't last long, before he huffed and full on frenched you. Sucking, moaning, sloppy wet sounds of both teeth and lips slowly mix with the music.

(God I'm dying here, this is more cringe then I expected. The fact I'm writing this to share it here my gosh !!)

His hand groping your waist as he stops himself from touching you inappropriately. He pulls away when he hears you mumble his name.

"Yeah.." *he breaths out licking his lips, staring at yours waiting to feel and taste you again.

You pant slightly, the heat in your abdomen seeping.

"Billy..you can touch me..like" blushing as what you're about to say, "touch me like really"

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

"How much? Like can I slip under your clothes?" You can't form words again, just nodding.

"Say yes, and I'll touch you however you want me to.."

"Yes..Billy please touch me"

He nods, groaning as his eyes flicker to the floor, hanging his head slightly, taking a deep breath. You just wait playing with his curls.

"Fuck...I'm not usually like this, I swear..uh let's sit down this is awkward"

You chuckle, "from what people say you're definitely never like this"

"Shush"

He pulls you along gently sitting down and pulling you on his lap, his hands slipping under your top, as he looks up at you, sticking out his tounge, which you surprisingly kiss gently, before connecting your tounge to his, moaning as he gripped your waist hard. Deepening the kiss in a hurry, his hands slipping further up your shirt, just under your bra, before one moves back to your hips. Brushing over your ass, before he grips it harshly when you bit his tounge slightly.

He separates from the kiss, trailing kisses down your jaw, to you throat, all the way to the small space between shoulder and collar bone. Billy groans as he accidentally nudged you against the growing solid.

"Fuckkk" was all that hissed into the kisses before he did it again. Shit did it do things to you. You felt yourself pant into his hair, gently gripping it as your head leaned back, giving him more space to suck and kiss.

"Fuck Billy, is this what making out it?"

A deep hum leaves him as he stops, gripping your hips with both hands, grinding you harder.

"S dry humping darling, we moved a bit to deeply into making out. Probably already in the middle stage.."

"Middle stage ?mh..I think I like middle stage" you pant out, your hands resting on his neck, thumbs nudging his jaw to kiss him again.

He moans for the first time. Moving away, leaning his forehead against yours.

"You okay with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Me and you grinding, possibly me coming in my pants at some point"

You laugh slightly.

"Yeah I'm more than fine with that"

"Good, cause if not I'd need the bathroom real bad"

I smile, tilting my head.

"Yeah? Billy I'm not so innocent, I'd love to watch...you don't need to go out of your way to leave the room for me.."

His eyes flicker over your face, swallowing hard as he adjust.

"You wanna...watch me get off?"

You nod, kissing his neck.

"I'm sure it will help if I'm here no?"

He separates from you, changing positions, a bit to fast too. He had you on the bed on your back as he reached for his belt while he sat between your thighs.

"You sure?"

"Yeah.."

Unbuckling his belt, janking it open, undoing his dark blue jeans, about to pull them a bit down before he leans down, holding your throat gently.

"Open your mouth darling"

You smirk, snorting before you do as he asked. He moves back slightly, groaning as he struggles to move his pants and boxers out of the way, when he finally did, the wet sound was unmistakable. The huff before he stuck out his tounge. Leaning up slightly to close the gap, his moan muffles into you as he moves his hand.

Breaking up the kiss he sits up, moving the hem of his flannel in-between his teeth. Staring at you as he moves his hand over his length over and over. You blush hiding your face slightly because the wet, sickly erotic sound really got to you. Wanting to close your legs but he just pushed them apart again, pushing up your skirt.

"Don't you dare close your legs Doll" he says dropping the flannel, causing it to cover his tip. Groaning he grabs the button up and rips it.

"Billy!"

"What?"

"You're gonna need to find the buttons later! And I'm gonna have to sew it for youu"

"Fuck the buttons, as long as you push mine I'll walk around with an open shirt"

"How come you're so quiet?"

"It's embarrassing. I'd moan or whine"

You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly on your elbows. Rising your eyebrows.

"Billy, you have any idea what it does to me when you moan? You think I won't enjoy every other sound you'll make while jerking off, watching me. Possibly imagining how I'd feel wrapped around you?"

He moans loudly throwing his head back,

"God damn doll you'll make me cum with that talk"

"Oh? You like when I talk like this? Is that how dirty you are? Want me to keep going?"

He nods his head, hooded eyes looking down at you.

"Shit you are a whore for me" you don't miss the way his body shudders.

"Oh my god you're into degrading!?' I mean I knew you were kinky and a sluty guy but my gosh"

"Fuck please don't go there right now. I'm about to burst"

"Oh I'm sure. With the way you're leaking, and the way you're shaking your hips into your hand, like a rutting animal" you purr sitting up, facing him, a husky whine leaving his lips as he feels your hand on the tip of his dick.

You gulp as you feel it, it's warm and wet twitching slightly. God you could do this all the time if it means seeing him like this.

"You're so hot...shit you gonna cum soon?"

"Yeah why"

"I'm so wet- oh oh wow okay"

You giggle as he moans loudly his cum dripping down your palm.

"Shit sorry.. I- I thought I could...fuck...last longer than that.." he mumbles opening his eyes when he didn't receive a answer to see you staring at your hand.

"Fuck wait" you watch him as he gets up in a hurry, breathing heavily as he grabs a shirt to clean your hand.

"Billy?" You say gently as he hums in reply.

"Need some help over here"

"Yeah I know" he hurries turning around taking your hand gently, "you said you'd only watch Darling"

"Yeah well how could I not touch you when you look like the most beautiful statue?"

He laughs slightly, a blush you haven't noticed on his face as he wiped your hand.

"Also..I didn't mean I need help with my hand Bill"

He stares at you, through his sweaty bangs, kneeling infront of you after he cleaned your hands.

(Yall like this but in a caring way, you see the vision?!)

"Yeah? What do you need help with then?"

"Mhhh well" you whisper blushing taking his hands placing them on your thighs. "Think you can figure it out lover boy?"

He smiles, "I don't know if I should take offense to that" his hands traveling up your thighs under your skirt slightly, "or wherever I should get back at you for it"

"How about you get that mouth doing something better than talking?"

"Hah wow aren't you being a bit to commanding now Doll?"

"Mh don't you like it, I thought you'd be into dominant me, since you know, you get off to me calling you names"

Groaning he smacks your thighs about to scold you, when a moan left your lips. Causing his mouth to hang open and yours shutting tightly.

"Fuck Doll, did you like that?" He asks his hand rubbing the spot he smacked, you cover your mouth with your hands nodding hesitantly.

"Damn..."

(Ahahaa part three a continuous of this coming soon, the pop pop part. Gosh I'll kill myself, if people irl find this jeez. Anyhow it's done the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

[werewolfnick]

Work Placement Lil Update

More or less wanted to give a little work placement update. If you saw my post from like two days ago, I started work placement yesterday for a course I did before starting university. This course is for working with people with disabilities (because I won’t lie, I love learning about disabilities. It’s probably because I have an invisible disability myself and like learning about other disabilities other people have, both visible and invisible). 

12 hours down, 108 more hours to go. I kind of just wanted to get on here and say that while I might like some posts and reblog things, I might not make that many posts about anything (we all know this account has turned into 90% Billy Hargrove related things and 10% about other things that I think about talking about). This is mainly because I have to complete a workbook that is like 50% of tasks that I needed to get marked off on based on competency and 50% of assessments that have a lot of the questions I can’t answer at home because I don’t have the information at home. 

So yeah. Hopefully I can get marked off with the tasks and assessments done soon, that way the only thing I have to do is the hours. I mean I doubt I will because you know, 108 hours is still a lot when doing 30 hours a week. I am having fun so far, so. Yeah. 

Just wanted to give people that update. See ya later. 

From your local autistic, pro Billy Hargorve, Australian fanfic writer. (just wanted to do a Spiderman like thing, don’t mind me).

[strangerstuffandthingsimagines]

Human Touch Pt.1 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Part 2

Series Summary: Having lived a sheltered life hidden in the cabin secluded in the woods, the reader is only now given the opportunity to explore what if means to be a regular teenager, as, she is granted the chance to experience her senior year. Following the events of October 1985, Billy meets the adoptive daughter of Jim Hopper, the same police officer who arrested him based on what had happened between Steve and Billy. The two find themselves completely enamoured with one another, although to Hopper’s dismay. There is more to the reader than meets the eye, and after what was supposed to be a fun night of sneaking into the school pool turns sour, the reader finds out there might be more to her than Hopper has led on. 

Warnings: Swearing, romantic themes (nothing smutty though, yuh girl doesn’t write smut.)

A/N: I’m pretty nervous about this! I hope you enjoy it :) I’m not sure how many parts there will be, so I guess we’ll find out.

Taglist: @madhatterweasley @characterobsessed @lilmissperfectlyimperfect

Saturday, January 4, 1986

Luminescent blue light glowed from the still water of the pool, the strong smell of chlorine nearly burning your eyes as you hesitantly stood by the pool.

“Is it cold?” You asked, now second guessing if you really wanted to go swimming in the dead of night.

“The waters fine, besides, the pools heated,” Billy explained, his strong arms treading the water as he watched you in amusement. “This was your idea, remember?”

You purse your lips at him, arms folded across your chest.

“Fine.” You announced. “But turn around, no peeking.”

Billy turned slowly as he bounced on his tiptoes, just barely touching the floor of the deep end.

You kicked off your sneakers and peeled off your socks. Quickly you unfastened the button of your jeans and wiggled them off your legs. You hesitated with your shirt, now becoming nervous about what Billy might think as this was the closest you had ever been to naked in front of him. Finally, the thought of walking around in a wet shirt wasn’t so appealing as it was below zero outside.

Your arms wrapped tightly around your chest, feeling completely naked as you stood in your undergarments. The smell of chlorine lingered in the air as you shifted the weight of your feet.

“Okay, I’m-I’m coming in.” You announced as you sheepishly dipped a toe in, sloshing the water around.

Billy now thinking you had got into the water, turned to face you.

“Wow.” He breathed, taking in your entire being.

He admired the way the light silhouetted your shape, creating a vibrant blue outline along your skin.

Your head shot up from the toe you had been swirling in the water and immediately scrambled to hide from his entranced gaze.

“What? What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You spoke a mile a minute. “I told you not to look!”

Billy made his way to the edge of the pool, not looking away from you.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, still taken by you.

Your cheeks burned at his words, now chewing on your bottom lip.

“Really?” You asked in disbelief.

“Of course, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” His words like silk as his hands reached up to help you, water running down his arms as it traced his veins.

Kneeling down you gripped onto his shoulders, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into the cool water. You let out a small gasp by the temperature, which had taken you by surprise.

“Cold?” He smiled.

Your heart pounded violently in your chest, nerves now overwhelming you.

“A little.” You admitted, thankful you were now in the pool so he wouldn’t be able to feel how sweaty your palms were. Guiding you backwards, you gently bumped into the wall.

“I’m not a very strong swimmer.” You admitted, as this entire idea sprouted from the misconception that this was something normal teenagers did. “I thought this would be a good idea, now I’m starting to second guess myself.”

“Put your legs around my waist, I’ll hold you up.” He explained, his hand cupping your thigh as you followed his instructions.

“I’ve got you.” He hummed, placing a soft kiss on your bare shoulder.

As soon as his lips made contact with your skin, tingles echoed throughout your body. Your nails grazed the skin on his back, uneasy by your own unfamiliar feelings.

“Sorry.” You blurted out. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“First time breaking the rules?” He grinned. “Don’t worry, no one’s going to catch us.”

“You’ve done this before?” You asked curiously, playing with the hair that clung to the nape of his neck.

“I use to back in California, I and a few friends would hop the fences, drink a few beers and smoke.” He reminisced. “You’d like it there. Lots of sea turtles if you know where to look.”

You smiled at the fact he remembered how much you loved turtles, cringing as well, just thinking about how that was one of the first things you decided to tell him about yourself when you first met.

“Maybe we can go sometime, me and you?” He suggested. “Get away from here. Away from this shit hole town.”

His lips parted slightly as he stared back at you waiting for an answer. All you could wonder was if he could feel the pulse of your heart as is rattled against your ribs.

He spun you around in the water, waves rippling from your slow movements. Your soft skin felt like silk under the water as his hands held onto your body.

“Billy.” You murmured as your lips pressed into his neck, his body tensing at your touch as goosebumps formed on his shoulders. “Kiss me.”

His free hand found your waist and pulled you as close as he possibly could, his chest pressed firmly against your own as he feverishly kissed your lips.

His free hand clutched the pool ledge, careful not to drift away.

His touch caused your head to go fuzzy as you were intoxicated off of him, completely drunk of the new feelings you felt, buzzing with every movement of his mouth on yours. His kiss making its way along your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

A loud slam of the corridor door startled you, sucking in a sharp inhale as you clung to him tightly.

“Shit,” Billy muttered, looking up from behind your hair.

“It’s Saturday, why would anyone be here?” you asked as Billy hoisted you out of the water. Scooting backwards you quickly scrambled to your feet.

“We gotta get out of here.” He stated now pulling himself out of the water. You fumbled to get your clothes back on as Billy followed suit.

“Janitor must have heard us, called the cops or something.” He explained as he straightened out his coat, before taking you by your hand. “We can get out this way.”

Muffled laughter softly echoed throughout the empty pool, your shoes squeaking as they failed to grip onto the wet tile. The vibrant red “EXIT” sign pulsed in the distance, your only escape route.

Both you and Billy tensed as the cold air blew against your damp bodies as you pushed open the heavy door. Peering around the corner, your heart sank as you saw the parked cruiser blocking the exit of the parking lot.

“We’re going to have to hop the fence.” You explained, your eyes scanning the area.

“Alright, shit.” Billy shivered in the cold, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“On three, we sprint to the fence.” You explained as you rubbed your hands together for warmth. “One. Two-“

“Three.” Billy laughed, beating you to the punch.

“Billy!” You yelled a giggle erupted from your lungs as you chased after him. “Wait up!”

Billy already starting on the fence his fingers clinging to the holes woven by the metal bars. Making sure you were keeping up, Billy glanced down now and then, although, you were hot on his heels.

Billy hopped down once he reached the top, landing with ease.

“Too fast for you?” He taunted with a smug look on his face. Before you could respond to his cockiness, a shout from the school doors startled you, promoting you to lose balance.

Your leg caught on the barbed wire fence, having to swing your weight over to avoid the rest of you getting caught, you prayed Billy would catch you before you smacked against the cement.

Just as you hoped, Billy’s strong arms caught your fall.

“Babe, are you okay?” He asked pressing a kiss to your temple, his voice filled with concern as he studied your face for any sign of harm.

“Yeah, I cut my leg a little.” You pointed down toward your calf. “But we’ll worry about that later.”

Ditching Billy’s car, the two of you began down the back alleyways until you made it to the main streets of the town. The relief of escaping quickly dissolved as blue and red washed over your features, bathing you in its light.

“Shit.” you breathed, your hand pushing away from Billy as the silhouette of a hat emerged from the sheriffs truck.

“Y/N.” Anger dripping from your father’s voice. “Get in the truck.”

“I can ex-”

“Now!” He ordered, not allowing an explanation from you.

As the pickup truck pulled up to the shabby cottage in the middle of nowhere, your hands eagerly unbuckled yourself from your seat, the souls of your shoes skidding against the gravel as you stepped out of the still moving car.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me. We are not done with this.” Hopper growled as you darted toward the front door.

“As if you haven’t already yelled at me enough.” You snapped back, your knuckles pounding against the front door for El to let you in.

The door slowly opened, El having not moved from the couch as she watched her soap operas on tv. You slammed the door in Hopper’s face before he could make it through the threshold of the house.

The door swung open, nearly smacking into your back.

“I’ve done everything for you, and you go against my explicit orders.” He continued his rant. “I told you to stay away from him and you didn’t listen!”

“I told you, I was hanging out with some people from school and they talked me into sneaking into the pool. When we got caught we all split up, I wasn’t just with him!” You lied, doing everything in your power to keep Billy out of trouble.

“I was a teen boy once, I’m not an idiot,” Hopper stated, a hand placed on his hip. “You really expect me to believe that?”

You craned your head back in frustration, a guttural groan escaping you. El now curiously took an interest in the argument unravelling in the living area.

“You are suffocating me.” You groaned, truly playing the role of a dramatic teen. 

“It’s my job,” Hopper said firmly. “To protect you from jackasses like him.”

“I’m eighteen, Dad. I can take care of myself,” you said as you reached over the couch to grab a chip from the bowl in El’s lap. “The whole point of letting me go to school this year was to allow me to experience what it’s like to be a normal teenager for once.”

“Cut the dramatics.” He snapped, angrily shrugging off his coat.

“Maybe if you didn’t cut me off from society for eighteen years I wouldn’t have to be dramatic!” You yelled with a mouth full of chips, throwing your arms up in frustration.

“There it is again, the dramatics.” he sighed as he emptied his pockets of spare change and cigarettes, glancing at you with a hard look.

“You’re the one being dramatic,” you muttered, shoving more chips into your mouth as you stormed off to your room, making a statement by slamming the door.

Steam clouded the bathroom mirror as you soaked in the hot water, sitting on the floor the tub, you allowed the water to run down your body and wash away the chlorine and frost that clung to your skin.

You watched as red seeped into the clear water, swirling down the tub drain. Raising an eyebrow you wiped your hand on your leg, scrubbing away the dried blood that had crusted over the wound.

“The fuck?” you mumbled to yourself, pulling your skin around trying to locate the cut. There was no pain anymore, only furthering your confusion, as only an hour earlier you were limping from the deep gash caused by the barbed wire.

The wound was completely gone, not a sign or mark of your misadventure from earlier. It was as if it healed…all on its own.

[8-600-cemeterydrive]

Dance, baby!

Billy was sitting alone.

“But damn that boy,

Set me up with him.”

Billy stood up making his way towards Steve.

“Dance with me, baby

Dance with me, baby”

Steve pushed away from billy, walking to Nancy

“What does she have that I can’t give to you, boy?”

“I’m so disappointed in myself.”

“Dance with me, baby

Dance with me, baby”

Billy sighed sitting alone again

Steve drunkly walked to Billy

“Dance with me?” He slurred