Billy’s 0.5 seconds of screen time had me screaming “my man my man my mannnn”

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Billy’s 0.5 seconds of screen time had me screaming “my man my man my mannnn”

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Billy Hargrove’s idea of gift giving is lingerie. Not just a plain panty and bra set either, he strays from dull colours and immediately opts for the reds and blacks. Oh, and he is a filthy boy, he’s so calculated when it comes to his purchase, the underwear could be mistaken for a piece of string and the bra is a cup size down, squeezing your breasts and having them on full display for him. It’s both the boost of femininity it gives you and the masculine outlet he gets from ripping it off, that gets to him. Billy loves lingerie.
Intimacy in many forms ~ B.H
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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.
As long as it involves him in some aspect of control it’s on the table, with Hawkins’ girls flooding to explore the sexually exotic concept of rubbing themselves against his leather boots or rough denim clad thick thighs, scratching and clawing to have a taste of California, desperate to have golden curls tickling their inner thighs, to broaden their horizons and indulge in the sexual liberation. No matter how dirty or degrading it actually is.
Billy Hargrove has an oral fixation
Meaning: he’s an eater 🫦
The image of Billy having to wiggle himself into those tight jeans and buckling his belt as he’s getting ready to leave, just does something to me.

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‘Billy Hargrove loves Valentine’s Day’
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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.
The duality of Billy Hargrove is insane.
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
Your pleasure ridden glassy eyes peering up at his stubble, his chin raised high and his own eyes baring down on you, reflecting dominance, pools of baby blue now a violent murky sea of waves crashing against such a passionate gaze.