#🐇nonnie

[nottivagos]

MAFIA CARLOS MAKING A COMEBACK?? i'm the one who is going to cry ヽ(；▽；)ノ no rush for the fics but i so want to wait until you get jock!carlos out before sending ideas, maybe art student!danny even if i'm not a danny girlie but i have an idea 👀 i don't to overwhelm you with ideas. you got this! good luck!!

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You're back again I see.... Welcome Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Wednesday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

an: 🐇NONNIE!!! ugh i love you. this one has been sitting in my drafts for WAYYYYYY too long. if you want a song to listen whilst reading this one, check out "When You Dress Up" by Lucia and The Best Boys <3

Smokey air clung around you as wisps of grey floated to the ceiling, in the vast, antique Billiard Room on Carlos’s estate. The stagnant stench of rich Cubans and imported whiskey burnt your senses. The atmosphere heavy with the weight of dirty money, the reek of wealth wrapped suffocatingly tight around yourself.

The eyes of men that dared look at you for too long burnt into your bare skin that dared make itself noticeable, their gazes lingering on the flimsy fabric that clung ever too desperately to your frame. The faint sounds of cheap lighters crackled every so often, followed by men’s relaxed sighs as they took that initial drag of the sweet nicotine which rushed through their blood. Condensation off of your crystal glass became uncomfortable to the touch as you sat silently in the lion’s den, waiting for that hungry someone to pounce.

Low murmurs was the ambience for the evening. Business talks lowly conversed as men whispered into each other's ears about their next deals with sleazy politicians or when their next imports of drugs were coming into the country.

You’d become accustomed to the large fortune Carlos Sainz owned. The empires he’d conquered to be at the top, the blood that had been shed on the pavements of Madrid, the screams of commonfolk’s fear that rang around your ears— it was like second nature now. At first it was endearing. Really, it was. Why wouldn’t it be? You were allowed as many shopping sprees as your heart desired, unlimited budgets for items you didn’t need more of, the designer goods that were constantly being added to your ever growing wardrobe— you swam in Carlos’s luxury, indulging in materialistic filth.

However, you soon found yourself becoming desensitised to the thrill of receiving such gifts. It was obvious to the naked eye that Mr Sainz had a looming, heavy influence on what you wore around his lavish grounds. Yes, you had the liberty of buying whatever you chose, but you didn’t have the liberty of showing off the full outfits that you wore. 

‘The first rule of being a trophy: play dress-up and sit pretty.’ You remembered one of Carlos’s lackey's wives telling you. The advice was like a distant memory back then. You recalled not knowing what a ‘trophy’ meant in that scenario, but you soon came to understand why she said it.

Stay silent, sit pretty, don't bring too much attention to yourself and you'll survive in this life. That was what ingrained into your mind as you adjusted yourself slightly waiting for Carlos to arrive.

Wearing something that he wouldn't approve of was frisky, you knew that, but what you also knew was that you were practically untouchable. Despite wearing the black, flimsy, low cut dress that rode up your thighs which made heads turn, and their eyes glimmer with hunger at the sight, Carlos’s men knew their place in correlation to you, and it was very noticeable that you weren't going to be touched by them anytime soon.

Time droned on deadly slow, the soft ticks of the antique grandfather clock made it even more harrowing. You could sense a shift in atmosphere when Carlos arrived, the small talk dissipated into nothing. Long hair tickled your bare shoulders as you locked eyes with him for a brief moment. Carlos always had a knack for giving you an unreadable expression— a walking paradox for emotion, some may say— but the way his jaw locked into place as he assessed the way the dark fabric clung to you in the wrong places was enough to make your heart drop.

He took his seat next to you, a large hand coming to rest on your bare thigh almost immediately. The touch wasn't as loving as it usually was, no, this one held possessiveness to it. A flicker of agitation glimmered in his eyes before he cleared his throat to proceed with the meeting he'd arranged.

How you dreaded everything from the moment he started talking, the murmuring of others following. A smug burst of confidence was your overall tragic downfall, as a cocktail of emotions swam around in your stomach, mixing with the alcohol that burnt in its wake. You'd never even wanted a meeting to be over so fast, yet secretly yearning for it to not. Biting your inner cheek in desperation, you caught one of Carlos’s lackey's giving you a smirk in your peripheral vision. A hitched breath followed, as you swallowed your embarrassment, looking straight ahead to try and compose yourself.

Carlos gave you a harsh squeeze on the thigh in response to the change in your demeanour. It was almost as if it was a warning. Maybe even a silent ‘I told you so’. You didn't dare look at him, the intensity of his anger suffocating you as the meeting blurred into nothing whilst your head screamed out in agonising dread.

The rest of the evening was a blur. One by one soon enough Carlos’s lackeys were leaving, some with their partners, some after slipping wads of cash to the man sat next to you, some with no recognition of Carlos on the way out.

The last man finally exited the large room as the large, oak door closed with a stark click. Carlos had already moved over to the pristine, untouched pool table at this point, pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the decanter placed on another small table beside it. He let out a tut as he let his glass fill to a moderate amount, before a sharp snap of his fingers followed, demanding you come to him.

“Carlos, I—” you began to try to reason, your voice a little shakier than usual. The cold man was emotionally unresponsive, as you brought a hand to brush against his upper arm in hope of a little change in demeanour.

If anything, trying to reason made it worse. Something in Carlos snapped, a large hand wrapping around your wrist as he tugged you towards him, before he pressed your back against the pool table, his body looming over you as his brown doe eyes stayed locked onto your's from above.

Opening your mouth to plead your case, a finger came to press against your lips. “Not another word,” Carlos’s thick accent was dark, the command evident as you submissively nodded helplessly.

“You've already made a few heads spin this evening, haven't you princesa?” His interrogatives bit harshly as he settled himself in between your legs. “What were you thinking, huh? Dressing like that in front of my men? Looking for some kind of reaction?”

“Carlos,” you breathed hopelessly, eyes widened as you stood below him completely at his mercy.

“I didn't tell you to speak, did I?” He butted in, a dark eyebrow raised in response.

“No Carlos,” you responded, “you didn't.”

“Then be a good girl and don't talk,” he drawled into your ear, his hot breath fanning onto your ear as he pressed his lips against your neck, a little underneath your earlobe.

You shivered slightly, feeling his hot kisses trail down the side of your neck as his teeth grazed the skin. A pathetic whine escaped your lips as you laid underneath him helpless, just letting him barrage you with hard bites and soothing licks of his tongue over the sore spots on your collarbone.

You moaned softly, writhing slightly in Carlos’s grip. You felt yourself getting wetter as Carlos peppered wet kisses across your visible chest, before finally catching your lips with a searing one. Your lips melted on his as your mouths fought for dominance, Carlos’s growing clothed erection grazing against your damp panties, the friction driving you crazy.

When he pulled away, a little line of saliva connected both of you together, his lips forming into a wicked upon the sight of you lying on the pool table. Chest rising with ragged breaths, cheeks flushed a harsh crimson, eyes wide and pleading. Carlos’s bites still stung, and you both knew there would be hickeys in their wake tomorrow, a punishment for dressing like you did this evening.

“Carlos,” you pleaded with a soft whine. “I'm sorry, please,” you whispered, the look in your eyes begging for more.

He just chuckled tauntingly in response. “You really think you deserve being fucked after what you've done, huh, cariño?” He teased with mockery, his brown eyes darker than usual.

“Such a dirty girl for me,” he drawled, calloused fingertips tracing along your collarbone ever so slowly which drove you even more insane. “Is that what you wanted all along? To dress like this just so I'd fuck you?” He asked as his hand came to cup your cheeks, his thumb rubbing soothingly across your flushed apple.

You bashfully shook your head, an obvious lie on your part, gulping nervously in response. You couldn't make eye contact with him, not with the pooling desire burning in between your legs, which you'd begun to rub your thighs with to help alleviate.

“My, my,” Carlos hummed, licking his lips ever so slightly. “Maybe if you weren't so much of a slut, I'd take you right now,” he mumbled, “but after that little show you put on for my men? Now I'm not so sure.”

You groaned in response to his words. Your body yearned for his touch, the slow trails of his fingertips ghosting over your hot skin as it practically begged for more. Carlos pitied you. The sight was so beautifully saddening, you looked so desperate, so needy for him and it only added fuel to his own fire.

“Look at you,” Carlos sighed before letting out another tut in mockery, looking down at you with a feigned frown, “all helpless and needy for me. Whining underneath me like the bitch you are,” he added before he slid down your thighs, positioning himself on the floor in between them.

“Open up for me nena,” he commanded lowly, nudging your thighs apart slightly. “Come on,” he encouraged.

Abiding to his command, you spread yourself apart, just so your soaked panties were on display for him. Carlos let out an amused laugh in response to the sight, before his fingertips came to clip themselves around the hem and pull them down your legs with ease.

“Carlos,” you breathed again, feeling his hot breath mingle with the cold air of the room on your slick folds. “Carlos, I—”

You were cut off by Carlos’s tongue delving into your weeping cunt uninvited, nose slightly nudging against your clit as you gasped in response. Hungry hands clawed at his head almost instantly, nails combing through his beautiful brown hair as he continued to lap up at your pussy, his tongue working miracles as you moaned loudly.

The heat in your belly burnt swiftly as you felt yourself teetering over the edge with every lick or suck Carlos made on your slick cunt. Eyes rolled back as the coil began to tighten to a new intensity as you felt your imminent crash of ecstasy waiting to happen impatiently.

Your nails dug into Carlos’s scalp as your body finally let go after the pleasure became agonisingly too much to handle, your body shuddering uncontrollably with the longing release your body was desiring for. Crying out with an overwhelming pleasure, you whined as Carlos lapped at your dripping pussy, savouring the taste of your orgasm on his tongue.

“Good girl,” he purred onto your cunt, before pressing a soft kiss against it. He stood up from his knees, some of your juices still congealed on his face as he looked down at your panting mess of a state.

“Next time I won't give in so easily, cariño,” Carlos cooed as his hand came back up to your face and rubbed your cheek again. “Dress like that again in front of my men and I'll take you in front of them,” he warned, his thick accent low as he had a devilish smirk on his face, “but I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, princesa?”

like mafia!carlos? fancy sending me an ask in my inbox so you can be included in my notebook! - notti <3

[s-4pphics]

Ok but imagine Ellie texting you “here” and finding her almost walled w smoke as she hotboxes her car while ATLiens rattles her speakers.

Tell me I’m wrong. I’m not. This is not up for debate.

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goes crosseyed

she’s so sexy

[issysh3ll]

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

YIPEEE BUNNY ANON TO BUNNY <333 anyways this is such a basic idea but ive been kicking my feet thinking about coloring in James tattoo, like he’s a grumbly and busy trying to wash the engine grease off his hands and then he feels the felt tip of the marker graze his arm while you hum the latest girly pop song about love that he pretends to hate.

ARGH

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Author's note: 🐇 nonnie slaying hard 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

JAMES KELLY was currently by the sink, scrubbing away at the streaks of engine grease on his large hands, muttering under his breath about the stubborn stains.

Black tee clinging to his back, sweat and day's dirt making it stick to his skin as he grumbled. He hated the way grease seemed to crawl under his nails and never leave. "Goddamn grease," he muttered, scrubbing harder, jaw set tight.

Then, out of a sudden, he felt it--a soft, unexpected graze against his arm.

The soft tickle of marker's tip.

"The hell are you-" James twisted his neck to look at you, brows knitting together in that grumpy way that said, «you're messing with me, aren't you?»

You didn't even flinch, sitting cross-legged on the counter, head tilted, focused like you were creating a the most important work on his skin. "Shh," voice annoyingly nonchalant, like he hadn't just caught you red-handed. "I'm coloring in the skull. It's looking a little dull, don't you think?"

He blinked, completely thrown. "The skull?" He craned his neck, trying to get a better look at the tattoo you were casually defacing, but you shooed him off with your free hand like he was the one interrupting your process.

"Yeah, babe. Your big scary skull," you teased, dragging out the word. The marker squeaked softly against his arm as you switched colors, humming a girly pop song about heartbreak and love that he definitely didn't like. (He did, actually, but he'd die before admitting it.)

James huffed, corner of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smile.

"You better not be ruining my ink. Took hours to sit for that."

"I'm making it better," you said matter-of-factly, adding a pop of pink to the eyes.

"You're making it pink," he deadpanned, tone dripping with mock annoyance.

Yet in all of that, he did not stop you. Frankly, he just stood there, leaning one hip against the counter, wet hands hanging by his sides while watching you work. "Gonna make me look like a damn coloring book."

You smirked, not even looking up. "A really cool coloring book," you corrected, adding a final flourish to the edges to make it more girly

James shook his head, muttering something under his breath before grabbed a clean rag to dry his hands. But when he felt the marker move to his bicep, he froze, a sigh leaving his lips. "Seriously?" He glanced down at you, eyes narrowing playfully. "You're just gonna..what?...color the whole damn arm now?"

"Obviously," you rolled your eyes "Sit still, or it's gonna smudge. And my work will go to hell"

And despite his usual grumbling, James did exactly that, letting you color his ink while he muttered complaints about how ridiculous this was, all while deep down loving the way you hummed and giggled over your "masterpiece." Because, goddamn it, he'd let you do anything if it meant seeing you happy, even cover him in all bright pink

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[bunnbunnberry]

anons!! anons come back (dies

[deunmiu-dessie]

u are a literal gift to tumblr.

♡♡𝆬 🐇nonnie! seriously, your hand in marriage? i totally didn't screech when i woke up and read this. want a spring wedding? hm? ilysm thank you lovie, mwah 😙 ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

[chososcamgirl]

The 500 days of summer reference is making me explode and combust simultaneously(ur so genius pls)

(Also yn having crazy rich asians on repeat is the most real thing ive ever seen cuz ugh🙏)

I will now (im)patiently wait for the next chapter 🙂‍↕️(im jk pls take ur time and never feel the need to rush) i love you have a great day/night/noon/evening/morning

LMFAOOO pls the self indulgence was real in that chapter ive been watching cra non stop😭😭😭 thank u angel !! next chap out in 2 days..

[takami-takami]

I do (as a white leftist) also get treated differently

But, I am very obviously not a cishet person. I present very visibly queer so it’s not racism but it is homophobia. I know I could probably be a very normal looking white woman if things got too bad and probably be fine.

It’s a privilege and one I don’t want to have to use because I’m not a woman, I’m enby and love presenting as such. Im biromantic and asexual (or aroace, unsure if I love everyone romantically or platonically but all of this to say is that I’m not what I could very easily pretend to be depending on the political climate)

And it sucks for immigrants and people of color too I’m sure, especially in very red states regardless of who is president. But even in blue states too because the system is incredibly flawed when it comes to minorities

I honestly don't know if being made to closet yourself for safety should be seen as a privilege like genuinely, that is extremely upsetting. It makes me sad to hear that you love expressing your identity but may have to stop doing so if it's unsafe. That is unfair and I'm sorry.

As far as the last part, yea people of color do get continuously pelted with metaphorical and literal rocks. Even the town I'm in still has a whites only settlement plaque in the park and we get harassed every once in a while. Shit sucks. Red states definitely have it hard and even in blue states there are many many many districts that have red south mentality.

And if you're lucky enough to be in a liberal city, it's just constant microagressions. Yayyyyy... 😑

[taegimood]

MJ!?! the way u wrote it? absolutely inconceivable. yeonjun has me BEGGING.

THE WAY I’D BE LIKE A DOG THAT JUST GRADUATED FROM TRAINING SCHOOL WITH FLYING COLORS IF YEONJUN EVER GAVE ME A CHANCE

[nottivagos]

https://www.tumblr.com/nottivagos/774536982027223040/noooooo-i-am-sorry-for-the-heart-attack-and?source=share

(〃ﾉωﾉ) stop you're making me blush and giggle!! i mean, i did mess up with the first two but those can be written with the roles reverse, and i fixed it with the other one!! but omg i am blushing (〃ﾉωﾉ) i am so happy you like my ideas!! i gained some confidence seeing that.

i'm laughing at how jock!carlos is my passion project. anything carlos is my passion! but i do have a few ideas for danny 👀 i have one solid one for rockstar!danny and like... maybe one or two for mechanic, but i have to work on them more. jock!carlos is just occupying my thoughts more.

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🐇, i can tell you for a fact that you are always welcome to flood my inbox,, because gosh your yaps are delicious! the amount of dopamine i get from you in my asks is crazy. WE LITERALLY SHARE EACH OTHER'S FILTHY BRAINCELLS. i've been looking back at them literally whenever i can because they're SO SCRUMPTIOUS. i'm so glad you've gained some confidence because i can tell you that i (and everyone else) are going to eat these yaps about jock!carlos or just another carlos au UP. like, im still looking at the stalker!carlos one and being like "HELL YES HE'D DO THIS!"

you're going to have to treat me with your rockstar!danny because im going to be honest that au is gonna be MESSY. i want them to be unhinged (more danny because let's be real he'd be punkish AS HELL), the paparazzi going crazy when their affair becomes fully known to the public... the messy sex in danny's cadillac to them leaving events together just so danny can take her.... the angry make-up sex (potentially after a controversial break-up album??...) after popstar!reader allows danny back into her studio after them breaking up... IM DECEASED.

it doesn't help that im back in my cowboy carter era because of the grammys so im like "should i write cowboy!danny?".... because im sorry, but save that horse danny, reader will ride the cowboy instead 🫣

[s-4pphics]

BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWNNNNN

Hi, just wanna make sure you’ve drank your water and taken time to yourself today.

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MEEEEOOWWWMEEEOOOOWWW 😞😞😞

miss u bae

[vivwritesfics]

Ahhh I'm here for the F1 stuff but who am I to say no to the Rooster agenda too? He's bloody delicious

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HE IS ISNT HE? I can't help but wanting to write him as perfect husband material

[anakinstwinklebunny]

how is bunny todayyy

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Tired, already missing my bed (it's 5:28am)

[bunnbunnberry]

Yoour bloog is So cool!!!!! 🫀🫀

- zombie🎀

!!!! THANK U NONNY!! YIPPPE

[anchoeritic]

YOU HAVE A MOTORCYCLE????? DO U REALIZE UR THE HOTTTEST PERSON ALIVE OMG!! also hi m back again -🐇

welcome back baby!! kiss me now. and am i going to use this as an opportunity to show my bike? yeah. yeah. yes.

[wonusite]

nalani i'm outing myself as 🫧 anon and i'm apologizing in advance for all the unhinged shit i've sent you BUT they're all in good faith <3 i just dropped by to say u are the sweetest loveliest person ever and i;m actually going to eat you and your fics <3

‼️KAI WTF SAY SIKE RN‼️

WHEN I TELL YOU I GASPED OUT LOUD!!! I FEEL LIKE I’M ON SCOOBY DOO AND PULLED THE MASK OFF THE MF MONSTER WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK 😦

this is insane. deadass the biggest reveal ever i’m so gagged. anyways i have loved everything you’ve ever sent me like fr 🤍

stop you’re actually the cutest and i’m going to cry. i hope you know how much i admire you not only as a writer but as a person like you’re so kind and just so cool that any time you pop up on the tl i have to stop and see what you posted. ty for liking my fics and i hope you know i feel the exact same way about yours 🤍🤍🤍🤍