#strangerthingsheadcanons

Intimacy in many forms ~ B.H

MDNI

Billy Hargrove fucks hard, well and harsh. His movements are carnal and his lustful touches primal. Yet, there’s something so passionate within his sexual round-housing, the snap of his hips, the clawing of your flesh, the spitting, gnawing and hair pulling. It’s his standard form of intimacy, despite the care or lack of for the girl he’s ploughing down.

His intimacy goes beyond penetration, breaks the stats of lovers within Hawkins, his tastes and patterns so varied and ridden with sexual urges, that it makes cunninlingus look taboo.

//MDNI

Billy Hargrove loves Valentine’s Day. Aside from the love letters stuffed into his locker, desperation filling the halls of Hawkins High, girls clinging to the concept of being asked out, it was an excuse to be as filthy and perverted as possible. Don’t get me wrong, Billy definitely does not need a reason to have sex. Yet something about a holiday dedicated to dedicating yourself to someone, makes it hotter, heavier, sweatier. As I have mentioned before, he is a dirty boy, his gifts are calculated, tight bras, barely there underwear. Even taking trips to the adult store, placed just out of town, buying cheap handcuffs and a silk blindfold. He strays from the gag gifts: the edible underwear, flavoured condoms, lotions- he doesn’t want the fiddly bits, the barriers that will cause him hassle and delay satisfaction. Pleasure is his priority, his and hers. Though his gifts may stray from the traditional mould, he expresses his desire in his own intense and erotic nature, the sensation touch and pleasure taking centre stage this holiday. Billy Hargrove loves Valentine’s Day.

Pupils blown out by desire staring up at you, half adoration, half vulnerability. Chest rising and falling, shortness of breath at your sheer ability to expose an innate lust to have you straddled over him, your eyes carnal and filled with the hunger to reduce him to a babbling mess.

Contrasting