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finalgirllx · 9 hours
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Literally anyone: good girl.
Me: ❗️
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finalgirllx · 12 hours
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A gift for my fellow scorpio queen 💚 Sent with lots of love!
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OMG!!! GIRL!!! PLEASE!!!
this is so sweet 🥹🥹😩😩 i’ve wanted this badge for a while, you absolutely made my day!!
i love you, thank you 💕💕
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finalgirllx · 16 hours
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To some people you’re an NPC
To other people, you’re the special, unlockable character that they worked and worked to finally get- and when they do they’re so happy because they got the game just so they could find you.
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finalgirllx · 21 hours
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Mattheo Riddle Headcannons
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Being the son of the Dark Lord is no easy task. Obviously.
Growing up, Mattheo had very limited contact with other people, which stunts his social skills a lot, especially with his peers
Once he breaks out and has the ability to meet other people, he's 100% an extrovert because he feels like he has to make up for everything that he missed out on
Growing up alone though made him very independent and self sufficient
Lots of trust issues, lots of abandonment issues
But he's also very bad at picking up on social cues, and reading other people's emotions
He grew up being outwardly judged by everyone around him, which caused him to develop a sort of apathetic attitude as a buffer
This gives him a sense of freedom because if he doesn't care about other's opinions, he can do whatever he wants, they'll judge him either way, so why not do what makes him happy
Mattheo also has a deep internal rage
Like, level 11 out of 10 on the scale of anger issues
He bottles up all his emotions and frustration with the world, often lashing out and exploding at the smallest triggers
His frustration mostly stems from the fact that it's not fair that he's suffering for the actions of his father. Because at the end of the day, he's still innocent in all of it
This is also why he's particularly spiteful and disdainful of authoritarian figures
He simply doesn't owe them anything
At Hogwarts it's hard for him at first. It's pretty clear that he didn't have much of a childhood and that he was forced to grow up much too fast
And once again, he finds himself being judged by everyone, so nothing new
His biggest pet peeve is when someone complains about a minor "tragedy" from their childhood, because he's absolutely certain that he had it worse
Lowkey victim complex™️
He's able to eventually bond closely with Theodore Nott, sharing a lot of similar childhood trauma (we <3 trauma bonding) and surprisingly Lorenzo Berkshire who shares his fuck-all mentality
Many assume that he's a malicious bully, based solely on his last name, but he's really more of a chaos instigator
He rebels against authority and stands up for what he might find to be an injustice, but he'd never go after someone without cause
Hogwarts is one of the first places he's able to truly act his age
He joins the Slytherin quidditch team,
He's a beater (which is kind of therapeutic as it allows him to let out a lot of his anger)
Often skives off of class,
He's not book smart like Theo, but makes up for it with street smarts
And likes to pull Theo into the fray simply because he can
This is also how he gets his reputation for frequently sleeping around to put it nicely
Mattheo grew up with a distinct lack of affection from those around him which causes him to search out any hint of it that he can find
He doesn't really use girls per se, he just doesn't quite understand the concept of love
But when Mattheo falls, he falls hard
The first time he catches feelings, he's absolutely terrified that he's under the influence of a love potion
Very confused, very upset, and denies it to the ends of the Earth
But once he comes around, he's all in
He doesn't like to think of himself as jealous, just territorial.
Jealousy is when something isn't yours and you want it. But you belong to him, and he'll be damned if he doesn't defend his territory
He also isn't shy at all when it comes to PDA, simply because he wants everyone to know what's his
Definitely love bombs, but he doesn't know what that means
Won't bat an eye before hexing someone for looking at you too long (will act innocent and pretend it wasn't him)
Honestly probably would not be the best partner initially because he's so used to being independent
And would likely try to hide a lot of his anger and emotions from you because his biggest fear would be being judged by someone he loves
It would take a lot of time and effort to work through, but Mattheo would be willing to put in the work because he's determined to have the one thing his father never could
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finalgirllx · 1 day
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hi, ily ♡
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💕 hi 💕 i love you 💕 i adore you 💕
💕best husband 💕muah! 💕
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finalgirllx · 2 days
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I love you hated female characters. I love you female characters who are flawed. I love you female characters who mess up and try to do the right thing after. I love you female characters who get the undeserved vitriol from fans. I love you female characters who fans completely condemn because of one mistake they made. I love you female characters who fans completely condemn because of one mistake they made as a child. I love you female characters who people blame for ripping apart their ships instead of the larger forces that be. I love you female characters who get all the hate as the male characters who do worse in canon get absolutely none. I love you female characters who get hated on because they told a man “no.”
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finalgirllx · 3 days
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Diabolik - Who Are You? (2023) ‘Diabolik chi sei?’ Directed by A. Manetti, M. Manetti
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finalgirllx · 3 days
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even when i am not posting, know that horrible sentences are raging within me
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finalgirllx · 4 days
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is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal
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finalgirllx · 4 days
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18+ mdni
Me: “fuck, I need his cock”
Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*
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finalgirllx · 5 days
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Theodore Nott
Theo in black and white🪩
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finalgirllx · 5 days
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forehead kisses are so healing i need a million
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finalgirllx · 5 days
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lorenzo berkshire
Sanity is not and cannot be perceived. All those thoughts and ideas, working together in tandem.
A person is not always rational. A person is not always irrational.
Enzo hangs wildly between the two extremes, rational to a fault, but too crazy to not be insane. Just and fair in how he treats others, and yet when blood waterfalls over his knuckles, crimson settled into the valley of his fingers, he enjoys knowing the one who broke the dam of skin was him.
Twisted and manic in his kindly ways, Enzo enjoys the goodwill of granting someone broken the freedom of unconsciousness. 
It does not matter if he was the one who trapped them in the rigid, bloody cage of pain. 
The enjoyment of his cracked and bruised knuckles— porcelain fists that enjoy shattering too much— is the fruition of his anger, so different to how he treats the world around him with care. 
The smash of skulls on walls, the crunch of a nose kissed with knuckles.
And the drip, drip, drip of ruby gold, the flames of rich warmth on the floor.
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finalgirllx · 6 days
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oh to be the girl who makes it til the end of a horror movie caked in blood
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Marcus Lopez Arguello in 1.01 ‘Reagan Youth’
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finalgirllx · 7 days
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Don't be so underestimating
Mattheo x f reader. Based off this kind-of request, a little subby mattheo. a/n: also ty to @mattyriddlesbitch for helping first discuss the idea with me.
Warnings: nsfw 18+, male receiving oral, cursing, praise, ravenclaw house mentioned.
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Mattheo was happy to play along with your little suggestion, finding it admirable that you even had the courage to propose such a bold idea. There was a clear understanding of who was more dominant between you, and so he found no harm indulging in your notion. Finding hilarity in your sweet determination in convincing yourself that you could tie him down, and he’d just sit back and let you take control. 
He had only raised a brow when you straddled him, pushing him back with a gentle shove, his body falling back against the headboards. An amused smirk rested on his face as he watched your intense level of focus at slipping the soft fabric gently around his wrists. “You know sweetheart, I don’t know if these will really be able to hold me,” his voice is edged with a teasing tone as he complies with your actions.
His eyes meet yours, loving the playful raise of your brows you give him while you continue bounding his wrist, the knot feeling hardly durable but he mentions nothing, just a small chuckle amused by your clear delusion at this actually working. When you're done, you move, running your hand under the underside of his chin, cupping it, you lift his jaw, pausing for a moment as you drown in the swirls of his brown orbs. 
“Not underestimating me, are you now, baby?” your brow stays arched, as you gently caress the side of his cheek. It was hard to contain your excitement at what was about to happen, already feeling your body grow hot in anticipation of the unveiling. A project that had taken a few weeks to put together, but one that would be worth the work of knowing your boyfriend would be vulnerable and at your mercy. 
He watches you with dark, curious eyes, his tongue flicking over his lips as you nestle back in between his legs. It’s just a matter of time before he interrupts, having no intention of letting you actually go through with whatever you're planning. A sarcastic smile appears, his eyes gleaming with hubris, not buying into your endeavor. “Of course not, sweetheart.” 
At the feeling of your hands palming his member, he releases a breathy moan, his muscles tensing slightly. You glide your hand, rubbing along his length, feeling him harden more under your touch. Biting your lip, you struggle to hold back the devilish smile reaching to pull his boxers down, your eyes unable to look away. 
Leaning your head down brushing your lips against the tip of his cock, slowly giving him gentle kitten licks. Another shaky moan is breathed out, his eyes gazing downwards, watching you taking your time to tease him. Your tongue swipes around his tip, swirling around the head as you lap at the leaking precum. 
He watches, allowing you to have your moment of dominance, though that doesn’t last long as his hands are itching to grip your hair, his urge for control growing stronger. Feeling done with your teasing already and not wanting to endure this ‘submission’ any longer, he moves his hands to slip out of the restraints. 
“What the -” his head flicks up to the pink coil as it tightens around his hand, binding him more firmly. His playful attitude drops instantly, feeling frustrated as he struggles to get out of the harsh grasp. His head snaps back to you, his eyes narrowing, lowering down onto your sadistic smirk, his jaw clenching at the situation he’s now trapped himself in. 
With your head raised peering up at him, you chuckle, watching him struggle, your own eyes gleaming with satisfaction at having beguiled him to your will. “Aw, looks like you got a little problem there, baby." You mock teasingly, your lips still continuing to lap at the head of his cock, prepping kisses and small sucks. 
His eyes flicker with a sense of irritation, inhaling sharply as you continue your torturous teasing, growling lowly, “sweetheart, whatever you're planning, it's not a good fucking idea.” 
You ignore his warning, not taking your eyes off his heated glare, eyes penetrating into you so hard it sends ripples of heat down to your core. You lick a stripe up the length of his cock, relishing in the small grunts he’s trying hard to contain. You can’t believe you could even get him into this situation, your ego growing with every shaky breath he heaves. 
Lapping at him for a bit more, you decide to stop the teasing slightly, sliding him into your mouth, only partly enjoying being in control. His hips lift instinctively, thrusting a little, attempting to push his cock further in your mouth, the urge to grab your hair and hold you becoming stronger the more you taunt. His eyes never drop his glare on you, though the small moans that tumble out of his mouth make it clear how much he’s enjoying this. 
“Come on, don’t be a brat, baby. You're really pushing the line now.” His voice was husky and low, on the verge of cracking as he attempted to maintain his dominant tone. Your soft lips continue their slow, tortuous pace, inching further down his length. Sliding your hands up his toned thighs, rubbing your fingers down the inner skin, grazing them slowly against his balls. 
A deep groan vibrates through his chest, his hands twitching in their tight grasp, feeling the ribbon squeeze his hands more, not enough to cut off any circulation. Still fuming at himself for letting himself even end up in this situation, unsure how this had even happened. 
“Fuck, what did you do to these binds?” he chokes out, his hips lifting more, trying to gain any sort of friction from your plush lips. Oh, he fucking craved you in unimaginable ways, wanting to snap those binds, and stuff his cock deep down your sweet mouth, wiping that smug grin off your face. 
You laugh at his attempt to take back control, sliding your lips down, taking him fully in your mouth. Still at a slow, merciless pace, you take him till he hits the back of your throat before sliding back up. You repeat the action, pausing at the bottom to let him rest in the warm embrace of your mouth. 
Mattheo was fucking restless at your taunting attitude, wanting, needing you now. “Fuck baby, don’t do this to me. Just be a good girl for me and take me a little faster,” he pleaded, desperately trying to persuade you. The rope burned as it pierced at his skin the more he tugged on them. His breath hitches more, as he bites down on his lower lip, suppressing a whimper not wanting to fully submit and give into your control. 
You smiled smugly, replacing your lips with your hand listening to the sharp exhale that leaves him, his brows scrunching together, frowning at you. You move to grip his base, pumping him antagonizing slowly, his hips jut, thrusting up into your hand, a low groan tumbling from his lips. You tilt your head, peering up at him with your lust blown eyes. “Your squirming won’t do anything baby, there’s only one solution for your little, or should I say, big, problem.” 
You giggle at his earlier question, your hot breath hitting his sensitive skin as you lean forward, before answering his question you marvel at his hard cock, the tip red covered with your saliva, twitches as he groans frustratedly. “I had a little fun experimenting with devil snare. You pay attention in herbology, don’t you, Matty?” 
His brows shoot up, eyes widening momentarily as he listens to your herbology enthused project, a bit surprised by how you had pulled this off. He was impressed, to say the least, but also itching for more finding the way you had deceived him so incredibly hot. 
He loved whenever you outwitted him, though often his pride didn’t let him admit that. But caught tangled up in the tightness of the binds, a small whimper escapes him unwillingly, wanting to praise you for your impressive effort, “God, pretty girl, I fucking love your mind. Please, I need you.” 
You release a satisfied moan as you retake his now painfully hard cock back in your mouth, enticing his own deep groan, no longer teasing him. Your pace increased, spurred on by his praise and plead. “Oh, that’s it baby, fuck yeah…taking my cock so well. Such a smart girl, love my fuckin smart raven.” 
You whine at his words, your head bopping more, cheeks hollowing out as your nose repeatedly presses against his pelvis. Mattheo is unable to stop the fall of whimpers leaving his lips, feeling you deep throat him, his hips twitch, hands gripping the binds. Watching you take the lead, teasing and edging him on, had turned him on more than he thought possible. 
As his climax rises, his hands move again and he whispers as the restrains tighten once more, his cock fucking hard and achy for some release. His head is thrown back, brows scrunched as he struggles to focus his eyes on your movements. “Baby, fuck…gods I’m going to fill your pretty mouth.”
He loved watching the way his cock disappeared behind the plump fullness of your lips, the sweet warm embrace of your mouth, tongue lapping and swirling around him. It was too much. It was driving him mad, his muscles convulses as he bucks his hips spilling a gag from you. 
It’s not long before he’s coming with a loud groan, his hips lifting, shaking as he releases, spurting his seed down the back of your throat. His eyes rolling back, head leaning back against the headboard. Your mouth stays wrapped around him, your eyes burning with tears as you swallow his load. Your tongue swirls, licking him clean before you release him with a pop.
Your eyes gleam up at him, taking in the masterpiece of a mess you had made before you. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, the few front curls sticking to it. His face is flushed a pretty scarlet, not a colour you often saw adorn on those sweet cheeks. You can’t help but admire how pretty he looks, laying there hung so helpless, the sounds of his whimpers still ringing in your ear, etched in your brain forever.  
You grabbed your wand and cast the spell, “Lumos Sumon," watching the binds unravel and roll back up into a small, neat ball. He rubbed his wrists a little glad at the feeling of his release, his chest still heaving as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. You move nestling further between his legs, your voice now laced with concern, “Didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” 
He shakes his head instantly, his hands reaching out to grab your chin, bringing it in for a sweet kiss. “Of course not, you never could,” he grins, placing another kiss under your jawline, relishing in your soft moan. “But you, on the other hand, you're in for some fucking punishment, raven."
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finalgirllx · 7 days
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i have things to say and fortunately for all of us i will not be saying them
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