I Dont Have Anything To Say Except Yes

i dont have anything to say except yes 💗

Headcanons 💗

Headcanons Carlos De Vil (any of the movies lmao)

Carlos De Vil who seems innocent but dirty talks so good in bed.

Carlos De Vil who seems inexperienced but knows exactly how to make you cum immediately.

Carlos De Vil who whines if you pull on his hair.

Carlos De Vil who loves cowgirl.

Carlos De Vil who is a switch between dom and sub. (Depends on his mood, but is mainly sub tbh)

Carlos De Vil who is willing to try out any new things.

Carlos De Vil who loves throat fucking you and whimpers like a dog.

Carlos De Vil who loves teases you.

this video lives in my head.

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Carlos De Vil 💋 mdni !!

Smut: Oral (r recieving)

He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”

He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…

He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.

He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.

He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance

He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!

The sounds…

He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy

He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.

He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!

Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…

(18+ suggestive content)

Imagine Cowboy!Spencer taking you to the local fair on a warm summer night and you find yourself riding a mechanic bull. But you don’t just ride the machine—you own it. Your body dances with the rhythm, effortlessly finding balance as you push your hips down, grind, and sway in perfect harmony with the wild, bucking motions. The crowd cheers you on, but Spencer? He’s rooted in place, sweating beneath his cowboy hat.

He watches, almost helplessly, as your body moves in a way that feels hypnotic. The crowd’s cheers are distant to him now, drowned out by the thundering of his pulse in his ears. All he can focus on is the way you seem to command the machine beneath you. His breath catches in his throat as a particularly sharp twist of the bull makes you arch your back, pushing your hips forward in a way that has him clenching his jaw.

The sight alone is enough to make his denim pants tighten uncomfortably, the rough fabric suddenly feeling far too restrictive. He shifts on his feet, trying to relieve the pressure, but it’s no use. The way your hips roll has his imagination running wild, and every muscle in his body tenses in response. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep his composure.

But it all plays into his favor, because when you finally lost your balance, sliding off the bull with a breathless laugh, he manages to find his voice despite the tightness in his throat. “You’re a natural. Didn’t think you could hold that long.”

You flash him a tempting smile, the kind that makes the growing bulge in his jeans even more impossible to ignore, and step closer until there’s barely an inch between you. “Well,” you say, leaning in just enough for your breath to tickle his ear. “If you think I’m good at that, you should see what else I’m good at riding.”

Spencer swallows hard, his mind racing as he struggles to keep his composure, but you’ve already seen the way he’s looking at you, like he’s thinking about putting that comment to the test. Without a word, he reaches up and gently places his cowboy hat on your head, the brim casting a shadow over your amused grin. The gesture is intimate, almost possessive. His fingers linger a moment longer before they slide down your neck. You lick your lips. His thumb brushes your mouth.

You want to fuck him.

But before you can say anything, he’s already leading you away from the crowd, and suddenly, the night takes on a whole new kind of heat.

This TikTok was not good for my Ethan Landry/Luke Castellan obsession I need them to double team me so bad. Need some of yall to get on your zoom and write some filthy SMUT thank you 🐬🌈❤️🥰