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WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

This!!

funny how some of people will preach “support writers!!” and then turn around and reblog posts shitting on people who write short drabbles and smut like it’s a crime. newsflash: not everyone has the time, energy, or desire to sit down and write a 10k yearning slowburn every time they want to post something. sometimes people just wanna write 500 words of filth and call it a day. because it’s supposed to be fun. it’s a hobby. what’s so hard to get?

also… you’re not slick. you know damn well your mutuals (aka the very people who write the type of content you’re complaining about) were gonna see that passive aggressive ass reblog. it’s disrespectful. instead of crying because someone’s 800 word smut drabble got more notes than a 12k yearning fic, maybe take a breath and remember nobody owes you a certain type of content. if you want long fics so bad, go write them yourself. or idk, look for them instead of bashing writers who are just doing what makes them happy. they’re literally out there.

it’s also so embarrassing to see writers dragging other writers because they’re bitter about engagement. i write long fics too. i have fics that are 5k+, 7k+, 9k+, and yet you don’t see me out here making unnecessary posts and reblogs about what other people decide to create with their hobby in their own free time.

anyway. support all writers. don’t bash them for having fun and writing what they want instead of what other people want. ♡

Considering my love for cars, this is AMAZING. BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN IM IN LOVEE💗

speed dating

mattheo riddle x fem! reader. week 1 of @acourtofchaos festivalofau event!!

street racer!mattheo can't take his eyes off you even when he's driving, especially when you bring his heart to life by impressing him with your own skills.

an: big thanks to my love leigh for proofreading <3 I don't know anything about cars - this is very much inspired/uses fast and furious scenes, and I look forward to eventually writing a full fic for this au. ty for your patience as always <3 wc: 1.9k

"Okay, so next time, we're definitely dancing," you say with excited exasperation, the two of you exiting the rowdy Cuban restaurant and into the heart of street life. It's nearing 11pm on Friday, the beat of the night is picking up pace, like the rhythm of a song, the lively chatter blending into the roars of cars flashing by you.  

He laughs, shaking his head, "oh sweet cheeks, you won't catch me dancing," sliding his hands from his pockets, he places one on your lower back, gently guiding you respectfully. "Or at least not till the fourth shot of tequila."

The sound is so deep and rich; a low hum like a car's engine that makes your insides squirm with delight, and then he smiles like he's been doing all night. His lips curling up on the edges in a way that if his eyes weren't matching its sincerity, he'd have you queasy in an entirely different way. 

The way he looks at you, brown eyes that glimmer with warmth under the glow of the amber streetlights, as if light is blooming out from inside him. It's hard not to get attached, and that's the last thing you need right now. You've only known him a week. But there's something enticing, though dangerous about him, like a shot of whiskey knowing it's going to burn on the way down but overall spreading a fire of heat in the pit of your stomach. 

Offering him an infectious smile of your own playing on the challenge presenting itself. "Sounds as if you're encouraging me to get you intoxicated." Ardently, you raise a brow at his inquiry. "Is that something that interests you?" 

"There are a lot of things about you that interest me." His eyes sparkle with mystery, as he grins boyishly like he knew the affect those words would have on you.

You play it cool and collected, smiling back at him, the two of you strolling side by side, the silence isn't uncomfortable, and it hardly seems quiet with your heart becoming erratic, thumping around inside your ribcage like a hummingbird's wings. 

You pass by distinct smells of nicotine, a cigarette shared by couples couped in the alcoves of their doorways. Clangs and rackets of neighbourhood cats, balancing along fences, chasing one another. There are bopping beats of music heard from the thriving clubs and bars further down, invitingly attracting groups of young people from all over town. 

"So, this is me, my ride." Mattheo comments, as he stops you outside a parked bright orange car. He's offered to take you home, for a multiple of reasons. Some are selfish, wanting to show off his baby, not that he thinks you'll be highly interested, but it's his ego and pride, and it's worn just like the paint and wax shining proudly on the exterior. 

Other reasons, safety and protectiveness. He's always cared about women, and while he's only known you a week, he's grown extremely fond of you. He doesn't want you catching the bus like how you got here. And well, third, he just can't take his eyes off of you. He's never smiled so damn much on a date, the unfamiliar feeling of it beginning to make him nauseous. But it will be worth it, if it means he gets to see more of you.

"Woah, no way! You drive a supra turbo MKIV? That's so sick." The sudden and surprising exclamation from you makes his heart pound faster. Your jaw is practically touching the concrete, unable to pull your eyes away from the beast before you, a glimmer of awe in your eyes. That is before you remember you're actually trying to impress Mattheo and not come across like a psychotic car fanatic, clearing your throat and tucking your hair back timidly. "I mean it's, um, a pretty colour." 

He laughs heartily, amused by your quick and terribly obvious action to hide your knowledge of cars. He flashes you a charming smile, feeling in wonder at the woman beginning to unravel, fishing his keys out. "You know cars?”

Pulling your eyes off of his car, you nod, admitting your fascination with them with a wide grin, "Yeah, a thing or two."

“You wanna take a spin?"

Flabbergasted, you speak, "What, seriously?" When you realize stupidly, this is your only way home you're clambering into the vehicle with buzzing excitement. It's so beautiful, the interior's sleek black seats lined with soft leather that have you sinking right into them. 

The dashboard illuminates, lighting up a neon orange, and the roar of the engine comes to life. It’s loud and powerful and makes your heartbeat full of adrenaline, a smile gracing your lips with excitement. Mattheo's expression matches yours, his eyes blown a little darker, revving the car again, the deep rumble vibrating down to his bones. He flicks on the radio before he shifts the clutch into drive, taking off down the road and merging into the mainstream flow. 

It's busy, the night awakening with charged energy as Mattheo swerves in and out between gaps of cars, the wind blowing through your hair, the summer warmth of ocean breezes. "Where do you wanna go?"

You look over at him, only to find him already looking at you. The contact makes your pulse spike just like the kilometers increasing on the dash are. Your heartbeat pounds in your head, matching the roaring of the car. You don't even know him that well, and yet you have full trust in his ability to maneuver through the thick onslaught of traffic without looking.

He’s clearly got an edge of cockiness to him as his eyes continue to flicker back and forth, always taking the extra time to focus his gaze on you just a little longer. "Up for ice cream?" The casualness in which he asks makes you laugh, "Might wanna keep your eyes on the road, pretty boy."

“Why you think we’re gonna crash?”

Flashing him a playful grin, you shrug. "Not sure yet. Should I be making a bet?"

He grins, enthused by your lack of worry, his hand shifting up the gear and pressing his foot harder onto the acceleration, the two of your eyes staying locked in contact. Mattheo's eyes no longer resembled that cool tone of warmth he exerted in the restaurant. They shine brightly with a glimmer of exhilaration and a hint of darkening mischief. His smile is full and broad, expressing the thrill and joy he felt, like a boy with his favourite toy. 

The car zips with smooth control in between gaps, as flashes of vehicles pass in a blur on either side. The steady hum of vibrations continues drowning out the radio completely. All that's left is the wind, and the intense atmosphere shared between the two of you, making you wanna stay in the car forever.

A wave of disbelief cascades out of you with a breath of relief when he finally breaks, slowing down for the nearest stoplight. His eyes finally break their contact from you, and he relaxes his grip, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel. Taking the next right, he pulls up to the sidewalk, outside an adorable ice cream shop. He tousles his dark curls, gazing at you with admiration he can't help but feel a sense of pride for your reaction to his flirtation. "How this?" Your body feels electric, the familiar dopamine rush fuelling every nerve. It's been so long since you got in a car this fast, you're craving more. "Not bad show pony." Grinning, you run a hand through your windblown hair, detangling the newly made knots.

"Driving or the dessert?" Mattheo asks, offering a toothy grin, angling his body towards you, resting his arms along the tops of the steering wheel. He's eager to impress. It's not often Mattheo wants to put real effort into his dates with pretty ladies. His mind constantly set on autopilot, a two-step routine. 1. Rev the beast and blow her mind and 2. rev his beast and blow her mind. 

And now he sits, admiring a beautiful woman, sitting in his passenger seat, looking like she's stepped straight out one of Enzo's automobile sex magazines. Excluding the lack of clothing, though, his mind has already gone there. But there's something more about the way you're looking at him, a burning blaze of wildness that lights your face. It's radiant and alluring and he feels the pull, the magnet attracting him further in, something you're offering he didn't know he wanted.

You huff, amused, and don't answer yet, letting his question linger in the charged space between you two. "Both." Pleased with your answer he begins to exit the car when you spit out the proposed suggestion, an itch that's dying to be scratched. "But! may I counter a second opinion?" He sits back down at your polite protest, shrugging, he doesn't mind what the two of you do as long as you're enjoying yourself. "Yeah, sure just tell me where you wanna go."

"Actually, is it cool if i drive?" With a flutter of your lashes, you give him your best adorable smile full of sweetness, a known trick of yours to make a man concave in a heartbeat.

He raises an intrigued brow, wanting to make sure he's heard you correctly. "You want to drive?" The genuine smile on your face melts his heart, and he's suddenly stammering around like a dickhead, "Ah-I mean yeah alright."

As the two of you switch places, he can't help but think what the hell he's even doing, letting some random chick drive his baby. But it's that look in your eye, the sense of belonging and ease in which you sink into the driver's seat, that makes him relax with full faith you won't crash his precious car. 

Gripping the soft leather of the steering wheel, you immediately feel at home in the right seat. Familiar goosebumps of excited nerves prickle at your skin, turning the ignition, awakening the car back to life. Pressing your now bare foot hard onto the acceleration, you veer off, merging back into the nighttime flow of traffic. The prodigies breathe, blasts through the vehicle as you turn the speaker up, giggling with comfort. 

Mattheo watches bemused by your infectious happiness, how comfortable and free you appear. The wind fanning out through your hair, as you grip the wheel with a sense of familiarity glancing at him every so often with full-blown bliss. The car cruises into downtown Miami; zooming along the roads smoothly and Mattheo starts up the conversation again. "Not bad-" his words halt on his tongue as the car swerves, swinging around wide, cutting across the next lane spinning in a 180, positioning the car backwards. That contagious laugh fills the car once again, as blares of horns honk from left and right at the sudden commotion. His sweet brown eyes widen in surprise, and you giggle again at his reaction, snapping your head behind to see where to go. The car waltzes in and out of spaces, maneuvering skillfully between the lanes.  He’s never believed in a god above, or soulmates or true love for that matter, but in that moment as his heart threatens to jump right out of his body he’s sure destiny has thrown him a bone and landed the most perfect woman in his lap. With everything he's learnt about you in the last couple hours, this knocks it all out of the park. How can a woman be this hot? His body is tense, including his cock that he swears is spurring to life faster than the miles on the dash are pushing. 

He's frozen, mesmerized at the scene, stuck in a state of pure astonishment and awe. His pulse is rising as he looks at the window, watching how the car swerves sharply. Repositioning itself facing forwards, to take the next right onto the offramp, leaving behind the sounds of tires screeching and another round of horns blaring behind. Glancing at him, another free-flowing giggle escapes catching his bewildered stare, the car coming to a halt outside a charming sorbet parlour. Cutting the engine, you slip your shoes back on and exit the car. He's still a little dazed comprehending the fact he wants to skip the rest of the date and drive you straight to bed the keys landing in his lap. You offer one of your famous shit-eating grins already on the pavement, “come on, keep up, Bambi.”

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You ever done this before?

Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! I am in no way responsible for what you consume online, stay safe and read at your own risk!!

A/N: I may or may not have wrote this during study hall..🥳

The party was huge, Slytherins big win. Green strobe lights everywhere, the room filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol, people dancing, making out, and starting arguments that others were too drunk to care about.

You on the other hand sat delicately on one of the plush green leather couches near a wall, drink in hand but only half emptied. You had a tight black dress on, short but still covering you up, black heels that extended you hight quite a bit, and smokey makeup.

You were fine sitting your nice corner with your drink before your best friend Pansy came stumbling over, clearly having too much to drink.

“Girl get up! And d-dance!” Pansy slurred through hiccups.

“No i- I shouldn’t it’s really packed over there..” you said, voice hesitant.

“Don’t be a baby!” She said as she grabbed your hand, dragging you to the more populated part of the party before you had time to argue.

Pansy wasted no time to start dancing on you, just having fun in her very drunken state. You hesitated a good minute before downing the rest of your drink and dancing with her.

It was weird. You had always been such a goody two shoes, always studying, taking notes, reading.. but once you met pansy she was always dragging you on these way too populated activities, they were a lot, but you were slowly getting accustomed to them.

You couldn’t help but feel as if there were a pair of eyes on you as you swayed and danced with pansy, it creeped you out just a bit, but after a few more drinks you started to care a little less.

The more pansy had, the more people she started dancing on, you hadn’t even noticed she left as you danced on your own, just having fun.

All was well till a pair of cold, big hands slithered around your waist, dancing in rhythm behind you. You didn’t mind so you just kept dancing, till the person behind you leaned in a whispered in your ear.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night?” The voice said, low and husky.

You thought you recognized the voice so you immediately whipped your head around to get a look at who was behind you.. and it was none other than THE Mattheo Riddle. The guy who made it his mission to piss you off daily.

“What the fuck?” Slipped from your lips, you couldn’t decipher if it was from the oddness of the situation or from how.. handsome he was up close..

He just chuckled at your reaction, hands still on your waist as you were now fully turned around, staring straight up at him, a look of disbelief and pissed off on your face.

“What’s with the face baby?” He said, that stupid grin resting on his lips, the same one he made when he would piss you off in class, in dining hours, in halls, in the common room.

That God damn nickname. Baby. Baby..

“Why don’t we, get out of here, you know?” He said, his implication clear on his face with the way he was looking at you and the way he spoke close to your ear, standing closer than necessary.

You were about to decline, shove him off, keep dancing. But when he pulled back and you saw the look of pure lust in his eyes, the glimmer in them. How could you say no?

“I- yeah.. yeah let’s go.” You said staring up at him.

He wasted no time to grab your hand and drag you out the party, clearing through people while keeping you close to make sure he didn’t lose you. Eventually making it out the main populated area and out the common room.

You guys passed multiple people making out and grabbing all up on each other and you couldn’t help but feel like you were interrupting. But that didn’t matter. Not after Mattheo pulled you into a dark empty classroom and locked the door.

He pulled you in and immediately smashed his lips onto yours, a fight of teeth and tongues, both of you fighting for dominance, you knew you wouldn’t win but you still tried.

When he pulled back for breath he immediately started to leave deep open mouth kisses down your neck, sure to leave a mark as his hands traveled all over your body, leaving goosebumps in their tracks.

He pulled back and drug you over to the main teachers desk, leaning back against it and pulling you in-front of him, holding a light grip against your neck, he took in your appearance, lips plump from kisses, neck littered with hickeys, eyes low and sexy, hair slightly disheveled from his hands running through them.

He slowly trailed his hand up from your neck to your hair, grabbing at it a bit and slowly pushing you to your knees. You didn’t fight as you fell to your knees infront of him, face to face with his bulge poking through his now tight jeans.

You looked up at him, innocent as ever. You didn’t know much of what to do as you’d never given a guy head before. Sure you’d read about it but that’s it.

He looked down at you. Eyes squinted. He hesitated before letting your hair down, stroking the top of your head.

“You ever done this before?” His voice spoke, smooth, sweet even.

You shook your head, big innocent eyes looking up at him, a meek “no..” slipping past your lips.

He slowly nodded, looking up a moment as if he were thinking, after a moment he looked back down at you, still sitting obediently on your knees infront of him.

“Wanna learn?” He said, giving you the full opportunity to say no and leave.

“Y-yeah..” you said after a moment.

He nodded and smiled down at you, Gods that smile..

“Ok.. so most guys like when the girl unzips their pants and all that stuff.. so, if you want to, go ahead..”

At this point you realized he was gonna talk you through it. You couldn’t help the heat that spread fast between your legs, making you squirm in place, you reached your hands up and undid his belt, he pulled it off and set it on the desk he was leaning on, you kept going. You slowly unzipped his pants, hesitant as you looped your fingers at the top of his jeans.

“Go ahead.. you got it..” he murmured.

You slowly slid his jeans down, now face to face with the huge bulge in his boxers, twitching and excited. Right. in. your. face.

You didn’t know if that would even be able to FIT in your mouth.

You looked up at him again in hopes for instructions.

“Well you can’t blow me with my boxers on can you?” He teased.

You slid your hands to the waist band of his boxers and slowly slid them down, his dick heavy as it slapped up against the torso of his shirt, the tip pink and slightly wet, precum slowly pooling at the top and spilling down.

“Atta girl..” he grumbled as he looked down at you, the breezed running across his wet tip sending shivers down his spine.

“Mm, ok so.. now you gotta take it by the base and start slow.. and whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth, use your hands. Alright?”

You nodded and gently grabbed the base of his length, your hands small and a bit quivering. You leaned forward and gently kitten licked the tip, clenching your thighs when he let out a small groan.

You swirled you tongue around his tip a few times before bringing your tongue to the side and licking a long stripe up his full length.

“You sure you’ve never done this?” He groaned out, holding onto the edge of the table he was leaning on.

“I-I’ve read about it before..” you admitted shy.

“Mmm not so innocent now are you?”

You rolled your eyes and kept going, now taking his whole tip in your mouth, licking around it making his groan.

He reached down and grabbed your hair, making a little makeshift ponytail in his hand as he gently pushed your head a bit more forward, making you take more of him in your mouth.

You hummed when he did that, sending vibrations through him and making him let out a low groan and shut his eyes. You started working your hands at his base, like he said.

You took it upon yourself to take him deeper in your mouth, almost at a gagging point, using your hands on the bit you couldn’t fit. He was starting to get weak, groaning and gripping your hair.

After a little longer he couldn’t help it as he started to thrust into your mouth matching your thrust.

“Mhm, fuck yeah, like that come on..”

He groaned out, gripping your hair. His thrust began to get a bit sloppy, and you’re weren’t 100% but you were quite sure he was about to cum..

He threw his head back as he shoved your head all the way down, your nose resting against his stomach, his balls tightening as he shot spurts of hot cum down your throat, not pulling back till he was empty.

When he pulled out your mouth, a few bits of spit dribbled down your chin as you caught your breath, looking up at him.

When he pulled his boxers up he then reached his thumb down and swiped your chin.

“Fuck that was so good.. I would’ve never known that was your first time..”

Your cheeks burned pink, staying silent. Not trusting your voice to say anything.

That was only the start of the night. He couldn’t leave you all hot and needy could he? Let’s just say the desk behind him came to great use..

louis at the met gala?

daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy—

Alright y’all it’s time we have a discussion.

As a content creator who has been on Slytherin Boys tumblr for well over a year now, I say this with all the peace and love in the world your favorite writer did not invent that au that you love so much, and they do not need you jumping to their defense in every other writer’s inbox. I promise.

I have seen so many of my friends, and myself included, receive anon hate/asks because we dared to use the same or similar aus. And for why? Aus for topics like brothers best friend, girl/boy next door, carnival, insert any profession here, are not original. I’m sorry. There have been a million and one carnival fics across hundreds of different fandoms and there will continue to be. I have read multiple Slytherin frat boy fics across multiple platforms. Bsffr.

Please for the love of god stop trying to pit writers against each other, stop trying to create drama. I firmly believe that the large majority of us who write for the Slytherin boys are mature individuals who can speak to other writers ourselves if we truly feel our work is being used inappropriately.

I love my readers, and I’m sure other writers love their readers as well. I genuinely think that it’s a lovely thing that so many of you are willing to go to bat for your favorite writers because it truly takes so much time and effort to do what we do. But that does not mean you should be tearing down some writers to lift others up.

These are real people behind the screen. Remember that when you tap that ask button.