#enzo Berkshire Drabble

[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN LEO

venus in leo is proud and boastful, enjoying all the attention they easily attract. they feed on validation and adoration, and won’t hesitate to make it known. this placement will find a way to make themselves the center of your universe, and you will definitely feel it, in more ways than one.

brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire x nott!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbation (m), the tiniest bit of degradation, cursing

nav // event / more

you had no idea what prompted you to go to your brother’s dorm this late at night. it’s not like you really needed anything, you didn’t have any nightmares, plus, you knew he’d very likely spend the night at some girl’s room. still, something was calling for you, and you found yourself at his door at the ass crack of night. surprisingly, it was cracked open, which was quite a surprise – everyone should’ve already been asleep, no? curiosity won over everything, and you peeped inside, trying your best not to make any sound just in case.

what you saw made your heart leap straight into your throat, and you barely held back from choking on nothing but air.

lorenzo was laid out on his bed, legs slightly spread, completely naked in the dim light of a lamp on his bedside table. one of his hands was moving over his hard, dripping cock colored deep pink, and the other one was massaging his balls. his cheeks were flushed, that much you could see in the dusk, his hair stuck to his damp forehead, and you swore you could distinguish freshly wet streaks of white on his stomach. so it wasn’t the first–

you shook your head, trying to will away the image, but it was damn near impossible when the object of said image was right in front of you, deeply indulged in the very thing you were imagining. your eyes were glued to lorenzo’s hand tightly wrapped around his cock, moving up and down with wet, squelching sounds. just how often had you dreamt of seeing exactly this, of hearing his small sighs and quiet moans as he pleasured himself… you lost count a long long time ago.

heat quickly burned low in your stomach, and you silently cursed at yourself for ending up in such an awkward position – you were still behind the door, in the corridor, and literally anyone could walk by. the last thing you needed was a random slytherin sleaze seeing you touch yourself out in the open. of course, he’d get his jaw broken by theo afterwards, but still, it was an embarrassing thought. nevertheless, your panties were rapidly getting soaked, and you had to squeeze your thighs to try and hold back waves of intense arousal.

unbeknownst to you, enzo was fully aware of your presence. he caught the sight of you peering through the crack in the door a while ago, but didn’t say anything yet. something about the fact that you were watching him while he jerked off – to the thought of you, of course – made the whole experience even more intense, more thrilling. his hand picked up the pace on his cock as he imagined you biting your lip, your pretty eyes fixed on him, your pussy starting to leak into your tiny pajama shorts that he always ogled whenever he was lucky enough to see…

"fuck," he groaned, arching off the bed and squeezing his balls in an attempt to stop the orgasm that threatened to crash into him sooner than he’d like. that single hoarse word from him was entirely too sexy, and you found yourself imagining how his voice would sound with your name on his lips… your cheeks were aflame, but you were too mesmerized by the sight of lorenzo to care.

he was getting close, he knew it, but he didn’t want to cum like that. not when an opportunity to have you presented itself on a silver platter – you were already undoubtedly turned on, he just had a very reliable hunch, and theo was nowhere in sight. he stopped suddenly, and your eyes widened, not really getting why he did that. but when his head turned, and his gaze landed on your face, illuminated by a faint stream of light coming through the crack, your heart dropped to your stomach. but the heat you felt burning down there only grew, spreading all over your body at the realization of being caught red-handed. even though technically, you were the one who caught him first.

"sweetie," lorenzo murmured, a smirk spreading on his face as his thumb lazily moved over the swollen tip of his cock, spreading shiny precum all over. "i can see your pretty face there, you little slut. come inside."

you swallowed thickly, the ‘slut’ going straight into the gutter, making your pussy clench desperately around nothing. you hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside, now getting a full view of lorenzo’s body. it was unfair how handsome he was, slick with sweat and streaks of cum drying on his stomach from the apparent previous orgasm you weren’t a witness off… he chuckled, watching your flustered but curious expression with a smirk firmly planted on his lips.

"come on, babe, don’t be shy. we just have to have some fun now, no? i won’t tell nott, i promise… if you’ll be a good girl, of course."

[iamgonnagetyouback]

LORENZO BERKSHIRE ౨ৎ.ᐟ

ONESHOTS ಇ.

YOU LIKE ME! ♡ ever since you and enzo were kids, you've been inseparable. he's always been there—innocent moments that felt like home. but somewhere along the way, he started looking at you differently, and you never noticed. now, your best friend has feelings for you... and your other best friend wants you to set her up with him

ANYTHING YOU WANT, DARLING ♡ lorenzo flirts with everyone but you, and it’s fine—really, it is. you’re not jealous. not even a little. but when you start ignoring him, he starts unravelling—seeking you out, lingering in doorways, watching you like you’re the only person who matters. turns out, he was never really interested in them. it was always you

TIED TOGETHER WITH A SMILE HEX ♡ getting hexed in dada was bad enough, but getting magically handcuffed to lorenzo berkshire for an entire day? pure torture. he’s too loud, too cheerful, and way too amused by your suffering. but as the hours pass, you start moving in sync—almost like you’re not complete opposites. almost like you don’t mind him as much as you thought. almost

DRABBLES ಇ.

I THINK YOU MIGHT BE MAGIC ♡ after a long, exhausting day, lorenzo comes home looking completely worn down. you don’t hesitate to run him a hot bath, helping him relax as you bathe him with gentle hands and soft kisses, reminding him just how loved he is

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Requested

Slytherin men react to your love confession -

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo freezes, the usual smirk slipping from his face. For the first time, you see vulnerability in his dark eyes. He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face as his voice softens.

“You love me?” he murmurs, as if he’s trying to convince himself it’s real. When you nod, his lips curl into a mischievous smile, but there’s a flicker of genuine relief. “Good. Because I’ve been yours from the start. I just didn’t know how to say it without sounding like a bloody fool.”

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Theodore Nott

Theo’s expression is unreadable, his icy exterior making you second-guess yourself. He doesn’t say a word at first, instead tilting his head, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. Then, just when you’re about to panic, he pulls you into a slow, tender kiss.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “But if you’ll have me… I’ll never let you go.”

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Draco Malfoy

Draco stares at you, his silver eyes widening slightly before he quickly schools his features into indifference. “Love?” he repeats, almost scoffing. But the slight crack in his voice gives him away.

You start to pull back, but he grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. “Don’t… don’t take it back,” he says quietly, his walls crumbling just enough for you to see the fear underneath. “I’m not good at this, but I… I care about you too.”

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Blaise Zabini

Blaise raises an eyebrow, his usual calm demeanor unshaken. “Love, huh?” he says, his voice smooth and teasing. “You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly reckless.” But the soft smile that tugs at his lips betrays his true feelings.

He steps closer, cupping your face gently. “Lucky for you, I’m hopeless when it comes to you. I love you too, you reckless thing.”

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Tom Riddle

Tom’s reaction is chillingly calm. He tilts his head, his sharp features calculating as if dissecting your words. “You love me,” he repeats, his voice devoid of emotion.

You feel your heart sink, but then his lips curl into a faint, almost cruel smile. “Foolish,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “But I suppose I’ll allow it… as long as you’re prepared for the consequences.” His hand brushes your cheek, a dangerous promise lingering in his touch.

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Enzo Berkshire

Enzo’s face lights up, his usual cheeky grin spreading wider as if he’s just been told the best joke in the world. “You love me?” he asks, his tone almost incredulous.

When you nod, he lets out a short laugh and pulls you into a bear hug, lifting you off the ground. “That’s bloody brilliant,” he says, his voice warm and genuine. Setting you back down, he looks into your eyes, a rare moment of seriousness shining through. “I love you too, you know. Always have.”

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Regulus Black

Regulus stiffens, his usual stoic mask slipping for just a moment to reveal the shock behind his eyes. “You… love me?” he asks quietly, almost as if he doesn’t believe it.

When you confirm it, his gaze drops, and he takes a deep breath. “I don’t know if I deserve that,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. But then, his hand reaches for yours, tentative yet steady. “But I’ll try… for you. I love you too. I just need time to figure out how to show it.”

[nemesyaaa]

uugghhhh im gonna find pleasure on this au'. i love it bc its really sitcom coded with the sweet comedy vibes. and this is wellwritten above all !! please, they're little evils but i cant help, they are so funny. they're just a little selfish, wanting reader for themselves but it's not like we're gonna complain about it 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿 poor cedric also lmfaooo he doesn't even know what he's being dragged too...

“so you’re not even going to introduce your new friend to us?” you groan in frustration, slowly turning on your heel before forcing a bright, yet clearly fake smile. “oh! i didn’t know you guys were home.” “bullshit.” theo mutters under his breath, making you roll your eyes in sheer annoyance. — its his time to shine lmfaoo, he was waiting for this moment

“yeah, she’s fucking a guy in there like every night. we’re barely getting any sleep these days.” theo adds with a derisive chuckle, sarcastically winking at you as he takes a sip from his drink. — 🤓🤓 they should make a comedy show at this point

then mattheo chimes in, his voice dripping with mocking amusement, “you’re like the fifth guy he’s had to say that to this week, so he’s a bit tired of it already, y’know.” your eyes widen in surprise, and your lips form a thin, displeased line while feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. — they're so good at lying also 🤡

“calm down, piccola. you know we love you, hm?” theo comments teasingly, tightly wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, planting a quick, playful kiss on your head. — i dont know how reader can be so stoic bc theo calling men piccola and i just drop the man that I'm dating sorry not sorry

“this isn’t love! pull shit like this again and i swear to god, i’ll kill each one of you with my bare fucking hands.” “yes ma’am. got it ma’am. please kill mattheo first, ma’am.” “oh fuck you enzo.” — this is fair. i would say mattheo first 🤣🤣🤣🤣

oh oH OH but i need matteo, theo and enzo to be extremly frustrated and jealous when they noticed that we do bring home some guys!! like they're trying so hard to act nonchalant and like they don't care at all BUT they're secretly seething and plotting how they can stop us from getting any because how dare we?? we have three premium dicks at home, we don't need mediocre dick from the street heLLOOO

new girl au — in which you live with theodore, mattheo and lorenzo

“you gotta be quiet, okay? my roommates are fucking annoying and i really want to avoid them.” you whisper urgently to cedric as you slowly turn the creaky handle of the front door, carefully opening it and swiftly dragging him inside. from the kitchen, you hear theo, mattheo and enzo’s loud voices, overlapping as they chat and laugh uncontrollably, the noise echoing through the apartment.

“go that way.” you whisper again, pointing as you tip-toe nervously toward your bedroom while tightly gripping cedric’s hand to guide him. you hold your breath, tense with anticipation, desperately trying not to make a sound. and you think you’ve succeeded— until you hear mattheo’s nagging voice.

“so you’re not even going to introduce your new friend to us?” you groan in frustration, slowly turning on your heel before forcing a bright, yet clearly fake smile. “oh! i didn’t know you guys were home.” “bullshit.” theo mutters under his breath, making you roll your eyes in sheer annoyance.

“anyway, this is cedric. now, if you guys don’t mind—” “cedric, huh? welcome to our glamorous house. make yourself at home.” lorenzo says in the laziest, most indifferent tone, not even bothering to look at cedric.

then mattheo chimes in, his voice dripping with mocking amusement, “you’re like the fifth guy he’s had to say that to this week, so he’s a bit tired of it already, y’know.” your eyes widen in surprise, and your lips form a thin, displeased line while feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“what!? that— that’s not even true! cedric, don’t listen—”

“yeah, she’s fucking a guy in there like every night. we’re barely getting any sleep these days.” theo adds with a derisive chuckle, sarcastically winking at you as he takes a sip from his drink.

“and she doesn’t just fuck guys from outside these walls, if you know what i mean. but i’m sure she told you.” lorenzo smirks cockily, a self-satisfied and arrogant expression plastered on his face. at this point, you see red as you glare at each of them with narrowed eyes and your jaw tightly clenched, while cedric stands awkwardly by your side, giving you an uneasy and uncomfortable smile.

“uhm, hey… guys. nice to meet you. it’s— it’s a nice apartment you have.”

“cedric, you can go to my room. i’ll be there in a bit, okay?”

it’s dead silent as you’re glaring daggers at the boys, your arms folded tightly across your chest, before you finally hear your bedroom door click shut. “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD! what the FUCK is wrong with you guys!? oh my god, i’m so done with—”

“relax, baby. it’s just guy banter, alright? you clearly don’t get it, but he does.” lorenzo explains nonchalantly with a smug expression, but you know he’s full of shit, seeing right through him. you furiously storm towards them and slap each of the boys angrily on the back of their heads.

“ow! what was that for?” mattheo asks, wincing in pain and rubbing the back of his head. “are you fucking serious?! you guys are cockblocking me, you dumb fuck.”

“calm down, piccola. you know we love you, hm?” theo comments teasingly, tightly wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, planting a quick, playful kiss on your head.

“this isn’t love! pull shit like this again and i swear to god, i’ll kill each one of you with my bare fucking hands.” “yes ma’am. got it ma’am. please kill mattheo first, ma’am.” “oh fuck you enzo.”

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[girllblogging777]

𝐴𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑀.ೃ࿐

↳ bf!mattheo riddle x fem reader (slight angst ? fluff) requested by @ilovematteoxx ♡

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 1.2k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you can’t find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors

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the argument had started over something small. ridiculously small, actually. you couldn’t even remember the details anymore, but somehow, the two of you had managed to let it escalate and before you knew it, mattheo and you were throwing sharp words like hexes.

your boyfriend, as loving as he was, had a way of getting under your skin sometimes. he was all about teasing smirks and cocky grins that usually made you laugh, but tonight you weren’t laughing. tonight, you were tired and on edge from a long week of classes and when he joked about you taking things too seriously, something inside of you snapped.

“not everyone has the luxury of not giving a damn, mattheo.” you’d answered with your arms crossed. “not everyone has parents who don’t care.”

the moment the words left your lips, you swore you could’ve felt the air shift. it was like time froze, everything suddenly stood still and went way too quiet. mattheo’s expression shifted, the usual soft gaze he saved for you disappearing. you saw how the hurt flickered in his dark eyes, before he quickly covered it with cold indifference.

“forget it,” he said sharply before walking out, turning his heel and disappearing out of the common room before you could even get a word out.

you stood there, frozen, the weight of your words slowly sinking in. merlin, you hadn’t meant it like that. in fact, you hadn’t meant to hurt him at all. but you had and now he was gone, and you didn’t even know where.

you couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the evening and as wandered around the castle - silently hoping you’d bump into him around the corner - the hallways felt emptier than ever. dinner passed in a blur too. every time someone entered the great hall and sat down at the slytherin table, you quickly looked up, only to realise it wasn’t him.

you spent the rest of the night alone in your dorm, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to get any sleep. your last conversation kept replaying in your head, what if you’d really hurt him this time ? what if he didn’t come back ? sure, mattheo had his walls, but he never stayed mad at you for long… your mind spiralled. outside the window, everything was dark and still. inside your heart, everything was twisted in knots.

and then, just as you were finally drifting off, a loud noise jolted you awake. it wasn’t just you either, you heard frantic footsteps outside your dorm, and voices raising as well. you sat up, heart pounding and confused. it wasn’t long before a frantic knock echoed through the door, and your best friend pansy came in.

“you have to get up, everyone is being taken to the great hall. now !” she said quickly. “what’s happening ?” you asked in a panicky tone as you got out of bed. “dementors,” she muttered, pulling you outside and rushing you to join the many students making their way through the dark halls. “they’ve been spotted outside.”

your heart skipped a beat. dementors.

the crowd of students rushed to the great hall, tension filling the air, already thick with worry and whispers. you scanned the faces around, searching for any signs of mattheo. but he wasn’t there. he wasn’t anywhere.

“pansy,” you breathed, tugging on her sleeve as realisation dawned on you. “i don’t see mattheo. where is he ?”

she shrugged, concern flickering in her eyes “don’t know, i haven’t seen him since this afternoon”

you swallowed hard, your chest tightening. where was he ? the last time you saw him was when he’d left after the argument, angry and hurt. what if he was outside when the dementors had left ? what if… what if the last thing you said to him was the stupid comment about his father ?

your breathing picked up and theo noticed it from across the room, before making his way over. “what’s going on ?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“i can’t find mattheo,” you whispered with a trembling voice. “we had a fight earlier and now he’s probably out there, and-“

theo exchanged a knowing look with pansy before cutting you off by gently pulling you into a reassuring side hug “he’s fine, amore. probably just running late, you know him, always slipping off to do merlin knows what.”

but you weren’t reassured. not when the castle was in lockdown. it when dementors were around. not when mattheo was nowhere to be seen, and the last thing he heard from you was something you didn’t mean.

“i didn’t mean it,” you whispered with regret. pansy rubbed your back to comfort you but it didn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you reached the great hall. the place was crowded with panicked students and teachers, but you still felt terribly alone in your world of fear.

“i shouldn’t have said it,” you choked out, wiping your eyes and ignoring the people running around and bumping into you. “i shouldn’t have-“

before you could finish, a heavy sound echoed through the hall. the giant wooden doors swung open with a gust of cold air, and every head turned toward the entrance.

mattheo stood in the doorway, along with some others students you didn’t even glance at. his curly hair was damp with the rain, and his robes slightly disheveled. he looked like he’d been through a storm, but he was there.

without thinking, you ran. you pushed through the crowd, not caring who you bumped into, your heart racing as you closed the distance between you. by the time you reached him, a tear had managed to roll down your cheek, but you didn’t care. you threw yourself into his arms, your hands fisting his robes as you breathed him in.

“mattheo,” you gasped, holding onto him like he might disappear. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean it, i swear i didn’t mean it.”

his arms came around you immediately, pulling you close, his chin resting on top of your head. “hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “it’s okay, love. i’m not mad.”

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your slightly red eyes searching his face. “you’re not?”

he shook his head, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “no. i just… needed some time. but i’m not mad. i promise.”

you bit your lip, trying to stop the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you again. “i thought—i thought something happened to you. i was so scared.”

mattheo’s gaze softened, and he wiped the tears away with his thumb. “i’m sorry i scared you. i shouldn’t have just left like that.”

you shook your head quickly, you knew your boyfriend’s habit of walking out during arguments was just to help manage his anger. it was something he’d started doing when he realised you were the only good thing in his life, and he didn’t want to take his negative feelings out on you.

“no, it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have said what i did.” he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “it’s okay,” he whispered. “i’m here. i’m not walking away this time.”

for the first time that night, you felt the tightness in your chest ease. the panic, the fear, it all melted away in his arms, replaced by the steady, grounding warmth of his presence. “nice pajamas by the way,” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

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[ilvermornie]

amortentia ୨୧ lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

in which lorenzo’s plans to keep his infatuation with you to himself fail (successfully?)

warnings none | masterlist

all of enzo’s friends knew he was in love with you. sure, he never outright said it himself, but these boys have known him since he was just a lonely kid sitting alone on the train to hogwarts, nervous for what was to come; they could read him like a book.

they noticed the way his eyes would fill with curiosity as soon as your name was brought up in conversation, needing to know what you’d been up to lately. they noticed how his voice would change whenever he’d speak to you - becoming softer, more gentle. most of all, they noticed all the crumpled up letters, failed attempts at confessing his undying love to you buried deep in enzo’s wardrobe. saying things has never been his strong suit.

after the fifteenth letter (one which included the line “if you don't want to date me that's okay but please give me a chance anyway”) was haphazardly shoved into the usual hiding spot, enzo decided to simply keep his little secret to himself. if he couldn't even write how he felt about you, how was he ever supposed to speak about it?

unfortunately for him, he made that decision a little too late, as the boys found the letters long before he had gotten to fifteen, and made it their lives’ mission to make you two official.

the plan started with a friday potions class.

“look at him, poor boy,” pansy whispered to draco, her eyes lingering on enzo’s figure as he stared longingly at his own cauldron of amortentia, as if willing you to come out of it.

draco hummed, now also staring at enzo with his brows furrowed. contrary to popular belief, he didn't enjoy other people’s misery - only those who deserved it, and enzo definitely did not deserve it. it was at that moment when draco decided to concoct a plan to finally bring his friend and his true love together. he was done toying around with the secret enzo had unknowingly shared with all of them.

seeing snape distracted with some hufflepuffs who just couldn’t seem to brew anything right, draco gestured for enzo’s partner, mattheo, to come over and help him come up with a plan. but if enzo was bad with words, mattheo was even worse when it came to gestures.

“what?” mattheo mouthed, his brows furrowing in confusion. draco tried again, his patience growing thin. this time, mattheo did get something out of draco; the wrong thing.

giving draco a thumbs up and a large smile, mattheo slyly pulled his wand out of his pocket and made the whole potion spill all over enzo.

instantly, enzo jumped, feeling a complete shift in his entire body. everything was warm, and he couldn’t think about a single thing but you. his mouth begged to betray him, wanting to say words he only ever thought about in bed, staring at his bedroom ceiling, but luckily he swallowed them down.

turning to mattheo, he yelled, “what the hell is wrong with you? why would you do that?”

“oopsies,” was all he got out of mattheo.

promptly, snape appeared and lectured mattheo for what he had done, deducting fifty points from his own house in the process. this didn’t faze him, partially because he never cared for the house point system anyway, and partially because just earlier that morning, he had overheard you talking to your friends about how you liked enzo back, you were just too nervous to tell him.

in mattheo’s eyes, he was doing you both a favour. did he know what would happen to someone who was doused with a fresh batch of amortentia? no, but he knew it would be something magical.

as soon as class ended, enzo ran to his dorm room and locked himself in there, trying to do anything to calm his nerves. he couldn’t be seen outside until the effects of this wore off, or else he’d do something that would result in him becoming the laughingstock of slytherin.

meanwhile, a heated discussion was happening in the slytherin common room.

“how was i supposed to know you wanted me to come over?” mattheo said, angrily sitting down on the deep green couch.

“because that’s what everyone does when they want someone to come over, you idiot!” draco shot back, exasperated as he paced around the room.

not wanting to waste any more time on draco and mattheo’s argument, as well as seeing the possibility of an opportunity coming out of this, pansy said, “okay, well, it’s already happened and there’s nothing any of us can do to reverse it. what happens to someone who just had amortentia poured on them anyway?” she turned to blaise, who’d been reading up on that very subject the entire time.

giving the textbook in his hand a quick glance, he replied, “it says here they become ‘consumed with their infatuation with the person the amortentia smells like’ and that they have to ‘fight the urge to do rash things as a result of that infatuation’,”

instantly, mattheo rose from the couch and exclaimed, “this is perfect! all we need is to bring y/n and enzo here and he’ll finally tell her how he feels!” then, to draco, he said, “who's the idiot now?”

the four didn't even have to move from their positions for their new plan to begin. a mere second later, you walked into the slytherin common room, a green and silver scarf in your hands.

“hey, is emilia here? she left her scarf...” you asked, scanning the room for both your friend and the boy you were madly in love with, and finding neither one of them. at this, you pouted. you had really hoped to see at least one of the two, especially the latter, since you were worried he’d been avoiding you lately.

guiding you to an empty seat, mattheo said, “nope, no emilia here, but don't worry! i’m sure she'll turn up soon,” as he did so, he gave pansy a look, urging her to distract you with conversation. after lorenzo, pansy was the one you got along with most, and distract you was exactly what she did. in fact, she did it so well you didn't notice a certain love-filled brunet come down the stairs to the common room.

after sitting with his feelings for a while, enzo felt the effects of the amortentia subsiding and decided to go down to the common room to give mattheo a piece of his mind, thinking he was in the clear. unfortunately, he was not, for as soon as his eyes met yours and he saw the way you brightened up, a large smile on your beautiful face, the effects of the amortentia were back and as if they never left in the first place.

he began to turn around, but ever-attentive theo had already seen him, “oh look, there’s lorenzo!” he said, smirking. enzo had no choice to stay where he was and pray that he didn't mess everything up.

“hi enzo!” you said, your hands immediately making their way to a stray piece of your hair as you tried to make yourself look as presentable as you could, “have you seen emilia? she forgot her scarf in class earlier today.”

enzo took a deep breath, making a mental script of what he was going to say so that the script the amortentia had planned for him wouldn't take over, “no, i haven't. sorry.”

your brows furrowed, being caught completely off-guard by his response. sure, enzo had his moments every once in a while, but this was too blunt, even for his worst days. as you pondered why he would be acting so strange, you noticed how flushed his face was.

getting up from where you sat and making your way over to him (much to his dismay), you said, “are you okay? you look a little red,” to which enzo just hummed, not trusting his mouth to say anything more.

‘it’s fine,’ he thought to himself, ‘as long as she doesn’t get any closer or say anything more, i should be fine.’

you put the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to feel his temperature, “are you sure you're okay?” you mumbled under your breath, concerned about how hot he felt.

enzo reached his breaking point, and the words came spilling out of him, “no, i'm not okay. how could i be okay when i’ve been in love with you for god knows how long now and haven’t been able to do anything about it? i tried everything! i watched those stupid muggle movies you like to see how they’d confess, i went to that love café in hogsmeade and asked the lady there how she thinks i should do it, i wrote fifteen failed love letters, fifteen! and none of it worked, so i just decided not to do anything about my feelings, but it was killing me, y/n, watching those other guys flirt with you, do all the things i wish i could do but couldn’t! and then today in potions, mattheo spilt amortentia all over me and now all i can think about is you, it physically hurt to keep this all inside of me, even now that i’ve said it all and ruined everything!”

the room was silent, save for draco who whispered, “who knew he could be such a sap?” to pansy.

meanwhile, your head was reeling, trying to absorb everything that had just happened. enzo had been just as in love with you as you had been with him this entire time, and you’d been nearly killing yourselves staying silent and hoping the other would say something.

while you were trying to process enzo’s unintentional confession, he was praying to anyone that would listen for you to just say something, even if it meant breaking his heart, at least then he'd finally know for sure how you felt. anything would've been better than the silence you faced him with now.

what broke you out of your trance was enzo storming off after realising he'd messed everything up, both his friendship with you and any chance he may have had with you as a boyfriend. quickly realising what you had done, you grabbed his hand, “enzo, wait.”

“i’m sorry, i’m just... in shock! i mean, wow, i’ve never been confessed to at all, let alone like this,” you felt your face getting warmer, still in complete disbelief at how this was your real life, “i like you too, enzo, as more than friends, and i think all that stuff you did is really sweet, even though i can tell you’re a little embarrassed about having to admit it.”

as soon as those words left your mouth, enzo’s mood did a complete 180 - he had never smiled a smile this wide in his entire life, he didn’t even know smiles could get as big as the one he had on right now, “really?” he asked, taking your other hand in his so he was now holding both. you nodded.

“okay then, let's rewind. y/n, would you like to go on a date to hogsmeade with me this saturday?” he asked, making a show of being perfectly chivalrous which had you stifling giggles.

letting one slip, you replied, “yeah, enzo, i’d love to. but can you just do me a quick favour first?”

“anything for you,” was his immediate reply, shortening the distance between the two of you as he cradled your head in his hands.

trying to ignore your racing heartbeat, you said, “send me those fifteen letters. i wanna read all of them.”

[belovedenzo]

hearts/wires // mattheo riddle

summary; the riddle brothers had agreed to share you until tom gets too jealous and makes you choose. while you may have chosen him- your desire for his brother still burns beneath you. mattheo burns for you just as much and wants to make sure you know who you truly belong to.

warnings; language, cheating, poly themes (?), angst if you squint. SMUT 18+

words; 1.9k

notes; aaa I hope you guys like this one, i'm a bit nervous about it. @shyamanuensis ty so much for this idea, I hope I did it at least a little bit of justice. this is for my mattheo lovers.

Sibling rivalry has existed since the beginning of any time line- including this one. It had all started when you realized both Riddle brothers had a crush on you. How could you choose, really? How could you pick just one when they both want you just as bad as the other? The Riddle brother’s- two of the most handsomely feared in your year, maybe even out of the whole school. 

 Sharing seemed to work for a while. After it was decided that you just couldn’t choose they agreed that sharing is caring- it was no big deal. You were also quite excited with this idea, both Riddle brother’s completely smitten and devoted to only you? That sounded like a seraphic dream before you realized how emotional the two can truly be.The nature of both relationships began to heavily differ as time went on- causing a rift in the balance of said emotions. 

 All of your mate’s said there was no way this would happen, but it did, Tom fell in love with you. First it was a glimmer of jealously in his eyes as he watched Mattheo run his hand down your back from the other side of the common room. Then it began to escalate- leading to Tom dragging you out of rooms and falling apart in front of you.

 “Really, I can’t stand watching him touch you like that. He doesn’t need you the way I need you.”

The line was drawn once a punch was thrown- leaving Mattheo with a busted lip and a bruised ego. You had never seen the red hot fire you saw in Tom’s eyes that night anywhere else before. Part of you felt fear and the other part of you actually felt loved. 

 “I’m tired of sharing! You have to choose y/n. Me or Mattheo?” 

  This decision was harrowing… but in the end you chose Tom. Not because you didn’t like Mattheo, but because you did. Mattheo has never been the sort for emotional connection and ‘love’, everybody knows that- including you. As Tom fell for you, you fell for his even more cold hearted brother. The farther you got from Mattheo, the easier it would be to get over him. As far into his brother’s arms as you could go. 

 At first this really did seem like the best choice and Mattheo actually took it pretty well, or so you thought he did. In your mind all you were to him was a good fuck but over time you really did become more than that. Out of any girl he’s toyed with, you were his favorite and he didn’t plan to actually stop playing with you. 

 He left you alone to be ‘content’ with Tom- or at least for a while. Deep down the brunette knew that he could please you better than his uptight sibling. Before he knew it, you would be crawling back behind closed doors just for him. It was just a matter of time before you’d give in. 

 ‘Giving in’ took you longer than he truly desired. His poor sweet angel tried to be loyal to his poor naive brother- he oddly liked that. Mattheo lost count of how many disposable girls he used to get your attention but it would be worth it. None of them mattered- simple, miniscule pawns to make his queen jealous as she sat in the throne of a phony king. He was the true king- the ruler of this entire relationship and you would soon figure that out.

 Once you did figure that out, you were putty in his hands. The idea of the one you truly wanted in the arms of these girls began to bother you more than the idea of cheating on Tom. He had successfully broken you to do rapacious acts behind the back of his competition. 

 Tom was sweet with you, it was hard to deny. But what Tom couldn’t do was satisfy the animalistic desire you hid inside. The animalistic desire to get fucked so hard you meet god. A good boyfriend, a scholar, an intellect- Thomas Riddle is a lot of things. The one thing he is not is a better lover than Mattheo Riddle. 

 It wasn’t all that hard in the end to get you here, under him in his dorm while Tom is gone- studying in the library. All it took was a few reminders of how good he made you feel. Whispers and subtle touches through the day- really any time Tom was none the wiser.

 “You missed me huh, baby?” 

  You whimper against Mattheo’s lips as he asks the question against you. His two fingers dug deep into your core at the knuckle, pumping you at a painfully slow pace. He had been at this a while, hovering over you and teasing every crevice of your heat. 

 The weak sound you made wasn’t an answer, his hand movements coming to a halt. “Use your words, don’t be shy.” His tone was laced in sickly saccharine venom, causing a lump to get caught in your throat. He had complete control of you from this position, making you feel feeble and pathetic to his touch. 

 A sound of disappointment ripped through you before your eyes met his. He watched you struggle against him for more friction with a smirk on his face. “I missed you.” Your voice came out weak and strained, desperately wanting him to resume his movements. 

  This response satisfied him for now as he began to give it to you just like you wanted, this time faster and deeper. “Oh yeah? I knew you would. My sweet brother just can’t make you feel this good, can he?” 

  This time you learned your lesson and made sure to give him and actual answer in fear of him stopping again. “No… not like you Matty. No body feels as good as you.” You mewl, hands gripping the fabric of his jacket like a plea- a promise even. 

  He chuckles, leaning in to give you a small kiss on the lips- the last shed of mercy he has for you. “Good girl.” He knew all the right spots and angles to get you to your high fast with just his fingers alone. His soft praise took the edge off and made your mind float in fulfillment. 

 He watched from above as you fell apart- clenching around his digits and holding onto his shoulders for dear life. You chanted his name like a mantra- and just from his fingers alone, what an addicted little slut you were for him. He didn’t give you long to recover before he was flipping you over onto your stomach. “I’m gonna give you what you want but we have to be fast- unless you want your boyfriend to watch.” 

  He drops his pants and lines himself up at your entrance like second nature, proving further that he knew your body better than anyone else does. Within the first few slams of his hips against yours- your a drooling mess against his pillow. Sounds that you never knew existed in your lungs escaped out of your mouth into the silk fabric. 

 “You take me so good- this pussy is mine.” He groans beneath his breathe as he uses all his force to ram into you. If it wasn’t for the firm grip he had on your hips you may have went flying across the bed from the vehemence of his fucking. Just like always- he fucked you like an animal, like a depraved sex demon. 

 One of his hands snake to your clit, rubbing it much more gently than the rate he’s thrusting at. This brings you closer and closer and the edge again, a knot forming in the bottom of your belly. 

 His movements become erratic and ridged- his breathe getting faster, meaning he’s close as well. His hands line back up to grab your hips, pulling you impossibly close to achieve a new deeper angle. Mattheo has always loved seeing just how deep inside of you he can go before he’s slamming into your cervix. 

  You both fall apart, his body waning over you to bring your figure close to him. For just a short moment it felt slightly deeper than transactional as he came deep inside of you. But just a moment later he pulls his body from yours like it was nothing to him- even if it secretly was. His fingers drag against your sides- soothing your second climax as you begin to come down. “Now you go in that bathroom and make yourself presentable for Tom.” His hand quickly comes back to smack your ass, your body jutting forward in surprise at the sudden contact. 

  Your hands let go of his sheets and at the speed of light you were hopping off Mattheo’s bed and rushing to the bathroom to get ready. You spent time in the mirror- checking for markings of bruises of any kind. Using Tom’s hair brush you quickly fix your hair before tossing it next to the sink. Your fingers dabbed around your face, fixing the light make up you had worn over to the Riddle brother’s dorm. 

 That’s when you heard it- a framilar voice, “Mattheo… where is y/n.” 

 “I don’t know she’s your girlfriend isn’t she?” His voice was coated in bourbon flavored honey- sardonic sweetness, scornful. 

 Within a second you were exiting the bathroom, trying to come off as nonchalant. A faux smile sat on your lips as your eyes met Tom’s. Your sweet boy didn’t seem to think twice of any of this.

 “You could have just told me she was in the bathroom.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head, clearly already tired of Mattheo’s presence. All this did was cause a silent smirk to appear across Mattheo’s face- sly and untelling. 

 He stood up as you made your way over to Tom and took his arm into yours.  “I wouldn’t wanna interrupt the couple’s alone time.” He knew what he was doing as he watched you snuggle into his brothers side innocently. 

 Tom’s arm pulled out of your grasp and threw it’s way around you watchfully. There was an odd moment of silence before Mattheo snuck out the door of the dorm- but not before glancing in your direction. 

 The room fell even more silent, leaving you alone with the one that’s supposed to be yours. Though he is yours- but you aren’t quite his. As your eyes meet, you feel the back of your mind wander to the boy that just previously left after doing unspeakable things to you. “I love you.” He said, an affirmation.

 You listened to him talk about his day and all of the things vexing him just to make him feel untroubled. However, Mattheo had left a slit in the sky when he left. You were his- till the very end. Tom just doesn’t have to know that. 

love, spell

[zriasstuff]

Them asking you to be their Valentine

The Slytherin Boys x reader (just in time for Valentine’s Day :))

Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts always comes with a lavish ball, so go ahead and choose the white knight of your liking to accompany you :)

Mattheo Riddle:

Mattheo’s way of asking you to be his Valentine for the ball was very straightforward, yet effective. The second after the announcement dropped, he went to find you in the schoolyard, and approached you in front of all your friends.

“Hey, wait up!”, he’d shout to get your attention, already sounding determined.

“What do you say, you and me at the ball?”, he spoke out his confession, short and sweet.

Cheekily, he adds “I think you and I would be the best looking couple at the ball”. You notice him shyly tucking his head down as he said that, but he still sounded self assured.

Everyone was patiently waiting for your reaction, and you noticed how all your friends started gushing over him. Mattheo seemed unfazed by everyone else and only had eyes for you.

Even though you had only talked to him a few times in the past, you noticed that there was this easy-going chemistry between you two.

His profession certainly came as a surprise, but you liked guys who were direct. Besides, he struck you as a bit of a player too, who seemed to be used to asking girls out.

“Sure, I’d love to go with you”, you chuckle out, knowing you’d have a lot of fun with him.

He slickly throws you an air kiss, grinning from ear to ear, before all his friends start jumping on him to celebrate his win.

Tom Riddle (extremely delusional):

Tom definitely wasn’t one for the romantics, in fact he was strictly against the idea of a Valentine’s Day ball.

What he told you, when you asked him if he had a date already was:

“The ball is just an excuse for undisciplined students to commit shameful acts such as drinking alcohol and doing magical substances, when they should really be focusing on their education instead, which they are in desperate need of”

“I see, so you don’t have a date”, you sum it up for him.

Truthfully, you only asked Tom that question because you started catching feelings for him, and you wanted to know if you had a clear shot.

But clearly, he wasn’t interested at the moment.

He seemed to be carefully analyzing your reaction to his statement. Seconds later, he indifferently states “You want me to ask you out, don’t you”

You, shocked at first, embarrassingly nod afterwards. Full of curiosity, you wondered how he had managed to read you so accurately.

“Fine, to save myself from a week of listening to your heartbreak or potential soulmate, I am going to do you the favor of accompanying you to the ball. I am only doing this to save myself.”, he explains elaborately, which earns him an eye roll of yours.

You still wanted him to actually ask you and mean it, but for Tom Riddle, this was a big gesture already. Besides, you were aware from the beginning that you would have to deal with his peculiarities.

“On the day, be ready at 8pm sharp, and don’t you dare get drunk or high”, he lays down his conditions. Even if he wouldn’t say it, you knew that deep down he cared, otherwise he would’ve never even indulged in this.

Theodore Nott:

Theodore had found himself in a bit of a slump. Due to the excessive quidditch training, he didn’t have a date for the ball yet, which would be in 1 day exactly.

Subconsciously he fully believed that he'd find a date, no matter what time it was, which is why he took his sweet sweet time.

But now, with growing desperation, he ran around, asking out every girl he saw. And each time, the girl rejected him because they already had a date.

As he grew more and more frustrated, he asked you for the second time again, to be his date. You already told him that you had plans with a guy from Gryffindor, which he ridiculed.

“Come on, please ditch him for me?”, he’d repeatedly ask you with puppy eyes.

“Please just do me this favor, I don’t want to be the only guy in our friend group to not have a date.

You’d tell him that it was his own fault, but eventually you felt a bit bad for him. And you were indeed good friends, so maybe you could do him a favor. It wasn’t like the Gryffindor boy and you were in love. Surely he’d get over it…

“Fine, I’ll go, but you owe me”, you finally agreed. Truthfully, you found Theo much more attractive and charming anyway.

You had only agreed to the Gryffindor boy in the first place because you were afraid that no one besides him would ask you out anymore if you said no.

Theo, full of excitement and relief, cupped your face and kissed your forehead as a thanks when you agreed to be his date.

“I promise you, you won’t regret it”, were his last words before leaving you alone.

Blaise Zabini:

You only had one more tedious potions class of Snape's to go through, before you could finally enjoy the rest of your day.

As the clock ticked, you stared down on your blank parchment paper, counting the minutes to go.

Catching you off guard, you feel Blaise’s finger lightly tapping your arm. You needed a second to get conscious of the situation because you had zoned out.

He slides a small, blank piece of parchment paper towards you and points his head down, signaling you to turn it around.

When you do, your mood immediately lifts and you begin blushing. It was kind of childish, like something you’d do in year 1 or 2, but it was also cute.

The paper was filled with the classic “will you be my Valentine”, and there were three boxes to cross. The three being “yes”, “no”, and “maybe”.

Blaise observes your reaction delightfully, waiting for you to tick a box. As this was the highlight of your day, you decide to give the guy a chance and tick “yes”.

When class ended, Blaise waited for you to pack up and proposed a hang out at astronomy tower with you, which you agreed to with pleasure.

Enzo Berkshire:

It was a Sunday, exactly one week before the ball, and all the Hogwarts students were enjoying their time in Hogsmeade.

On this peculiar day, your seating partner Enzo from Transfiguration asked you to go to Madam Puddifoot's Café with him. The location was definitely romantic, and you already suspected where this might be going.

But—you didn’t want to get your hopes too high yet. Enzo was unquestionably a cute guy though.

During your coffee date, he didn’t drop any hints or said anything suggestive. You just talked, gossiped, and joked around, and you figured he’d be cool as a friend too.

Though nearing the end, the waiter came to your table with a small buttercream cake.

You shot a confused glance at Enzo, and he seemed clueless.

“I don’t believe we ordered that”, you tell the waiter, but he insists and puts the cake in front of you. After the waiter leaves, you keep eye contact with Enzo, but he tells you to eat the cake.

Still dazzled, you comply and look down, seeing that…

“Will you be my Valentine”, was written on the cake in cursive font with pink buttercream. Overcome by joy, you couldn’t be happier that your suspicions from the beginning were right.

“So what’s your answer”, he asks eagerly, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Of course I will, this was so sweet”

You believed that no girl could’ve said no to this.

Draco Malfoy:

You and Draco never slacked off on your prefect duties, which also included the nightly walks around school, to ensure that every student has gone to bed.

It is the perfect time to talk after a long day, and to exercise your power of course, but mainly the walks had brought you two very close, and you exchanged plenty of secrets already.

Although he could be a bit of an asshole, which you also told him, you still saw that he had a caring, more hurt side to him.

A week before the ball, he suggested a different route than the one you usually took.

He told you to close your eyes as you were walking, and led you by your hand. Innerly, he was as nervous and jittery as one could get, and couldn’t wait to see the reaction on your face.

When you got to the mysterious destination, he told you to open your eyes

As soon as you opened them, you saw the room of requirements, decorated with pink and red flowers, hundreds of candles, and a banner reading “will you be my valentine”.

It had been Draco’s plan for weeks, and he was so glad that he pulled it off.

He also made sure that you wouldn’t get a date, before he asked you out, which included cursing guys who got close to you.

“Oh my, yes of course Draco, I can’t believe you did this”, you’d say full of joy.

“You just made me the happiest guy in this school”, he’d reply and you knew it was true.

Immediately he brings you closer to kiss you, and you spend the rest of the night cuddling inside the room of requirements (insert the scene of Dean and Rory cuddling in GG if yk what I mean).

[winnie1emon]

“I’m a man now”

lorenzo berkshire x american!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 1.3k

cw: mdni!! kind of childhood friends to lovers, sort of rekindling, cursing, heavy makeout, sexual language, tiniest bit of fluff (?)

an: lowkey not proofread since I did this instead of sleeping, first piece of work on this blog, title may or may not be a play on louis’ role in enola holmes haha

As sweat began to bead on your forehead, you shielded your eyes from the raging sun, watching the ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour melt in your hand. In your other hand, were bags of books, a new set of robes, and a brand new cauldron for you to start your final year of education but first school year at Hogwarts after having transferred from Ilvermorny. 

You turned your head to look behind yourself, seeing your mom chatting animatedly with her friend who you know to be Mrs. Berkshire. You remembered her obscurely from the summers she would spend in America when you were younger, bringing along her son– Lorenzo.

Lorenzo was walking beside his mother, casually eating his ice cream without a care in the world. You used to spend time with him as kids in the summer, but it had been about 5 years and you definitely had suspicions about his newfound personality. Despite your mother's insistence on you rekindling your friendship with the seemingly sweet Lorenzo, you spent most of the afternoon purposefully walking ahead of him or trailing slowly behind him. Stopping at a trashcan to wipe your hands with a tissue and throw away the remainder of your ice cream cone, you’re startled when your mother suddenly speaks to you. 

“Got everything you need?” She asks, placing a hand on your back. Regaining your breath, you turned to her, wiping off a bit of sweat on your forehead. 

“Yeah, mom, scared me. Can we go now? It’s terrible out here,” you complained, squinting at the sun. You looked around the bustling environment of Diagon Alley and saw Lorenzo staring at you from the corner of your eye. He stood there, tall and handsome, the sun hitting him in all the right ways. You shut your eyes for a second before opening them back up at your mom in an attempt to distract yourselves from his appearance. 

“Mhm, we’re going to stop by the Leaky Cauldron first though, Lorenzo’s hungry,” she told you. Noticing the hesitant nod you gave her, she added, “Y/n.. you guys used to be such great little friends, why don’t you sit beside him once we sit down to eat?” A slight frown formed on your face as you mumbled a small sure and began to walk towards the Leaky Cauldron with your mom, Lorenzo and his mother following behind. 

As the four of you entered the pub, your mother sat beside Lorenzo’s, giving you a knowing smile. You dubiously took the seat beside Lorenzo, averting your gaze, determined to stare at your mother’s eyebrows and zone out. You’re brought back to reality as Mrs. Berkshire orders. “Three butterbeers and a, uh hot tea for me please,” she smiled at the waiter. The moment the waiter left, you realized it would be the most awkward wait ever, so you excused yourself.

“Just going to use the bathroom real quick.” 

You entered the small, dingy bathroom that was dimmed, noticing the lack of foot space. You looked in the mirror, dabbing off a bit of the extra sweat you had from outside off your chest with some toilet paper. You reached down to your low-rise jeans, fishing your lipgloss out of your pocket. Reapplying the lipgloss, you saw the door open behind you through the mirror and flinched, turning around immediately, hands behind you, resting on the sink. “Holy shit! Who the fuck..” you huffed out, holding your hand to your heart. “Lorenzo. Why would you–?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he smiled, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Mhm, coming into the bathroom unannounced; a sure way to lull someone into comfort,” you retorted. “Wh-what are you even doing here?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, staring at his face. 

“You know,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Just wanted to see why you were avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you?” you asked incredulously. “There’s no reason for me to avoid you,” you added defensively. “What, you thought I was too scared to talk to you this whole time?”

“Look, there’s no,” he scoffed. “--there’s no need to lie,” he grinned, stepping closer, and you could almost convince yourself that he gazed at the sweat glistening on your chest momentarily. “You don’t have to tell me, it’s fine.” You furrowed your brows from his change of heart and said nothing. “So,” he exhaled. “What have you been up to?"

“Nothing really… bit bummed I had to move, but it’s whatever now,” you shrugged, grateful for the change in direction. “You?” 

“Yeah same, nothing too. Why don’t you like it here?” Lorenzo asked. 

“Dunno… seems a bit boring here. Plus all the guys I’ve seen so far– they seem so immature. The amount of yelling I heard in Flourish and Blotts; insanity.,” you groaned. “They’re all just little boys to me honestly.” Your eyes darted around the bathroom, pursing your lips slightly. 

“Pfft, yeah. I get what you mean, some of them are horrible.”

“They were like you when you used to come over to America,” you teased, a small smile forming on your face. “A complete twit as you people call it.”

“Please,” he sighed. “I’m a man now.”

“Mmm, uh huh,” you nodded hesitantly. The mood somehow shifted, the air becoming palpable. “I’m sure you are.” You gave him half a smile, teasingly. To your surprise, Lorenzo stepped forward, taking one of your hands into both of his and looked into your eyes.

“Missed you.” He said that so casually, the words coming out of his mouth like he had been itching to say those words for an eternity. Taken aback by the change of tone, you paused for a few seconds before saying,

“I missed you too. You’re quite handsome now; did you know?"

Lorenzo placed a hand on your jaw, lightly rubbing it. “Y’think so? Cause you’re not so bad yourself.” Your lips parted slightly, but no sound came out of your mouth. His eyes darted around your face, from your eyes, to your lips, even to your flushing cheeks. 

“Lorenzo?” You asked, receiving a quiet hm from him in return. “What are you doing?” you asked, unable to contain a giddy grin. 

“I mean, I think I’m about to kiss you, but I’m not entirely sure,” he answered cheekily. 

“Oh, just do it you absolute twat,” you sighed.

 And that he did. Lorenzo met your lips with his own, his hand snaking around your back. The kisses, at first, were light, you guys pulling away every so often to catch your breaths before he started to kiss you sloppily with increased fervor.

His hands trailed from your back, one resting on your waist, the other reaching down to your ass. You let out a small gasp in surprise, biting your lips to suppress a moan as he reeled you closer to him, grasping at your ass. Pulling your lips away from his, forehead to forehead, he met your surprised look with a coy smile before grazing your swollen lips once more, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

As he pushed your back into the sink, you pulled away, both of your breathing ragged, some stray strands of hair sticking to your face. “Hey…” you exhaled out. “Don’t you think our moms are getting suspicious since we’re taking so long?” You gave him a dazed look, wiping off the excess lipgloss from his lips with your thumb.

“Nah, I told them I was going upstairs to see a friend who’s staying here,” he said, his body still yearning for your touch. 

“Well, what about me?” you questioned. ‘Wh-what will I say?” 

“Just say you blew up the toilet or something…” he teased, his face still tinged with a rosy hue. “I’m kidding, I’m very mature.”

You bit back a giggle, rolling your eyes. “You’re really not, you are making me enjoy my move much, much more.”

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[artytaeh]

lorenzo berkshire is the type of protective boyfriend who jumps to your defense. so there's another student who comes to you with the wrong intentions? attempting to make a joke out of you?

oh, he gets pissed. enzo settles a hand on his shoulder, almost making the guy think that he made such a popular kid laugh.

and there, just when he thinks that lorenzo is about to laugh with him and even invite him to the slytherin quidditch team's circle—fist straight to the nose. immediately. one would think it's scary, how lorenzo's cynical smile becomes such an intimidating scowl; an innocent gesture becoming a painful punch.

the message is clear.

the warning is sent in silent waves that will become gossip tomorrow.

no one messes with berkshire's girl.

[nottslove]

literally been not stop listening to would that i by hozier. it’s like you read my mind 👀

event; profile; nav; so i initially wrote all of this yesterday, and it was so much longer than i expected... unfortunately, tumblr deleted it when i was posting it, and now i had to write it all over again >:(( let's hope it's better than my yesterday's work.

first off, i love you, and i love your theme, and you're adorable...

second, this song gave me mattheo riddle vibes, and loads and loads of ANGST. so, here goes...

song: would that i, hozier slytherin boy: mattheo riddle

HE first saw you underneath the willow tree, seated on the floor in a white sundress, feeding the ducks in the lake from your palm.

you looked so goddamn pure, so fucking holy, that he looked at you once and decided that you would be his ruination.

you looked completely harmless, like the trees, who merely stood in silence and let the wind blow your leaves in any direction.

if only you knew.

to mattheo, you were dangerous.

you set his blood alight.

at first, he was afraid to approach you.

you looked too good for him; hell, he knew you were too good for him; he was the devil reincarnated, a murderer.

he took pleasure in torturing people.

and you? you wouldn't hurt a fly.

but after days of watching you from the distance, he couldn't take it any more; he needed you.

he had a primal urge to be close to you always, to claim you; an urge he couldn't satisfy despite the countless girls he tried to use as a distraction.

and so, he finally approached you at the café you worked at one day. it was only too easy to fall for mattheo.

he was charming, well-mannered and a perfect gentleman. not to mention handsome. too handsome, almost. his sharp jawline, high cheekbones, dark eyes and messy head full of curls— he made your heart flutter almost instantly.

and his smirk. jesus; his smirk.

it drove you insane; it messed with your mind; the way his lips curved upwards devilishly and his dark eyes gleamed with something more.

he was charming and sweet, pulling out your chair for you before you sat and holding the doors open when you wanted to walk through.

he seemed perfect.

by the time your third date with him rolled around, you were convinced he was the one.

a couple months later, you had moved in with him. living with him wasn't quite what you expected.

you hadn't exactly realized he would be coming home from work so late, and sometimes, you'd already be tucked into bed by the time he would come home.

but he would give you gifts that costed a fortune, and every other day, he would buy you flowers.

of course, you had no clue he was hiding so much from you.

you didn't know when it hit you, when the revelation finally struck, but you were cooking breakfast for him in the morning before he went to work when the confession slipped past your lips without second thought, right before you hugged him when he was leaving for work.

"bye, matty," you whispered. "i love you..."

silence filled the air the moment your confession hung in between you and him; after you both realized what you had said.

he stared at you for a good few seconds before his lips curved into that smirk that made your lower abdomen clench, his dark eyes boring into you in a way that made your legs shake slightly.

"oh, princess," he had crooned, his gravely voice deep and causing you to whimper slightly. "you shouldn't... i'm so bad for you..."

the way he said it, eyes glittering with mischief, yet sounding so serious... you were positive he was joking.

you looked at him with your wide, innocent eyes and giggled.

"don't be silly, matty—" you brushed it off.

it was only after he was gone, and you were alone in the apartment that you realized he hadn't said it back.

mattheo wanted to say it back.

with every fiber of his being.

yet how could he?

he had been hiding his darkness from you, all this time; lying to you.

you were far too pure, far too good to be exposed to any of that.

and you, unsuspecting, swallowed up every bit of his goodness, thinking he was just that, and nothing more.

he was wicked; he was ruination; the devil reincarnated—

how could he love someone as pure as you? as good as you?

still, he couldn't let you go, you were his; only his.

he had held himself back from saying it, as if he were in denial.

but a few days later, after coming home from work, he saw you arranging flowers and setting the candlelit table for dinner, and he realized that trying to deny it would be futile.

before you could see him, he had already wrapped a hand around your waist from behind and kissed your neck, the spot right beneath your ear. your breath hitched, and you let out a surprised squeal.

"i love you, princess," he breathed, his breath hitting your ear and causing you to shiver after letting out a small whimper.

everything was perfect.

until it wasn't.

it all started when you started opening up to mattheo about your past, and every time you would ask about his, he would brush you off, and tell you he didn't want to talk about it.

but as time past, you realized there was more to mattheo than what met the eye.

had he always come home from work this late?

had he always smelt like alcohol and cigarettes??

every time you'd ask him about it, he would give you a smirk and tell you that there was a lot you didn't know about him.

and then he would pull you in over his lap and make you forget about all the questions you wanted to ask him.

still, you said nothing— he loved you, and that was all that mattered, right??

you decided to ignore his flaws and focus on how much he loved you.

but you couldn't ignore the nagging feeling at the back of your head, telling you to run.

it got worse when you found a knife in one of mattheo's coat pockets. when you asked him about it, he merely told you it was for protection.

"don't you trust me, princess?"

"i do, matty, but—"

"then i don't see a problem."

once again, you looked over it. but again, mattheo's flaws just kept coming and slapping you in the face, over and over again.

fear crawled into your veins when you began growing more conscious to the murders publicized in the newspapers.

at first, none of them concerned you.

but then, you began to notice that all the murders... you knew all those people.

the first two were a coincidence; your childhood bully and a guy who asked you out a few months ago.

by the time the next murder was plastered all over the front page, your heart clenched.

you knew your boyfriend was responsible.

and so, you decided to confront him.

usually, you were asleep when he entered the house.

this time, you stayed awake.

he was covered in blood, a cigarette hanging from his lips, completely shocked to see you awake.

"why are you awake? go back to bed, princess..."

"did you do this?" you asked, holding up the newspaper, trying to force your voice not to shake.

"don't act like you don't know, princess..."

"you lied to me," you accused him.

he remained silent.

at that moment, the weight of it all, crushed you. angry, hot tears spilled down your cheeks.

it was over. you wanted to leave.

you wanted out.

it was quite a pity; you would be damned if mattheo would ever let you leave.

he locked you in the house, preventing you from setting foot outside.

you were his, and only his.

you couldn't believe mattheo would ever do such a thing. how could someone lock up a person they loved?

he was hurting you.

at night, you sent him to sleep on the couch, you didn't eat.

and it was killing mattheo, but he kept thinking you would eventually get over it.

by the third day, he came home to see you on the floor, curled into a fetal position, completely drunk, sobbing your heart out.

it hurt him.

it stabbed him right in the heart, with a poisoned knife. the venom spread to all over his body, rendering him speechless and causing him a pain that transcended into something deeper than physical hurt.

"princess, don't cry," he breathed, leaning down to touch you at the floor.

you flinched.

you actually flinched from his touch.

it broke mattheo.

and then, realization sunk in.

if he loved you, he had to let you go.

and that was what he did.

and you left everything behind, everything that reminded you of him and moved to another country, starting a fresh new life.

you wanted to forget everything beautiful and unholy about mattheo, and it took you a few years, but you managed alright.

mattheo, on the other hand, never forgot.

he left his apartment the way it was; full of everything yours.

though he kept recalling that fateful day when he first saw you under the willow tree.

and how you became his ruination.

but then, he would look at his bloody hands and realize he was right to let you go.

"monsters don't deserve love anyway."

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[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN PISCES

venus in pisces paints such an idealistic picture of their partner that it can be hard for them to notice red flags. this placement is sensitive and emotional, which makes the tears easy to flow when overwhelmed.

theo nott x reader x lorenzo berkshire

warnings: 18+ mdni, double penetration, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, sharing, praise, cursing

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you and theo have been talking about this for a while – both of you were into the idea of a threesome, so it just seemed right to try it with one of his willing friends. what you didn’t expect, though, was him to show up with none other than lorenzo. the latter’s smirk should’ve been a dead giveaway that it’s not going to be gentle – and oh god, it wasn’t.

your body was pressed tightly to theo’s as you laid on top of him, your face tucked into his neck. his cock was deep inside your dripping pussy, easily sliding in and out, as was lorenzo’s. you didn’t know what to expect before, but now you were certain – having two big dicks in your pussy was probably the best pleasure you’d ever felt, as much as it was painful and unusual at first.

"fuck, nott, you’ve been keeping all this to yourself all this time, huh?” you heard enzo’s voice from behind as he thrusted deeper, prompting theo to do the same. he chuckled hoarsely, his hand finding your chin to tilt your head. he wanted to look at you, even though you were doing your best to stay hidden in the crook of his neck – you were too out of it, too flustered and somewhat embarrassed.

"she’s so good, i know. aren’t you, tesoro?" theo murmured, gazing tenderly into your glassy eyes. the sight of tears about to fall down your cheeks made his expression soften, which was a complete contrast to the deep and hard way he was fucking you in. "aren’t you so pretty like that?”

you barely managed to nod, overwhelmed by the pleasure his and his friend’s cocks we’re giving you. a tear escaped, making a wet trail down your cheek, falling onto theo’s bare chest. his thumb swiped over your skin, wiping it away, and enzo seemed to have caught that even from behind. a small groan left his mouth, and his grip on your hips turned bruising – he had always had a weakness for seeing pretty girls cry.

"and she’s crying, fuck— she’s a goddamn jewel," he gritted out, his tongue sticking out to lick at his bottom lip, short, panting breaths drying it out in an instant. "can i see?”

theo smirked, though somehow it looked even in this situation, and tugged on your chin, turning your face to the side.

"my beautiful girl… isn’t that right, amore?" he drawled as his hips thrusted up in a particularly strong move. you loudly gasped, and a flow of tears erupted from your widened eyes, streaming down your flushed face.

the boys groaned in unison, impossibly aroused by the sight. theo couldn’t hold back from capturing your lips with his in a sloppy kiss, while lorenzo tried hard not to cum right on the spot. he knew theo wouldn’t take it lightly, him getting release before his girlfriend could, so he had to compose himself, even though the sound of your desperate sobs was bringing him closer and closer to the much anticipated end. though with the way you were clenching around their needy, throbbing cocks, neither of them would have to wait for long.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Hi ivy! For the holiday enemies to lovers prompts can you do 1,3,4 with Theo nott? Ofc you don’t have to use all of them if you don’t want to! Those 3 really stood out to me and I couldn’t pick just one 😅 thank you lovely!

SO, WHAT DOES THEODORE NOTT LIKE?.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ T. NOTT

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you picked theodore nott for secret santa, you've been in absolute denial about caring. you’re definitely not going out of your way to find the perfect gift, and you’re absolutely not asking his friends totally casual questions about his interests. but when you find out he’s staying at hogwarts for the holidays, you can’t help but pry—and somehow, along the way, you might just end up learning more about him than you ever planned to

WARNINGS ಇ. a very dramatic and nosy hufflepuff, flustered moments, and a slight identity crisis when you realize you might actually like him MORE OF THESE TWO ￫ ୨ৎ (coming soon....) A/N ಇ. assuming this is your request @astonishment, thank you so much requesting! hope you like it ‹𝟹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᡣ𐭩 words.ᐟ 1,673

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

the spiralling .ᐟ

There were exactly 47 hours and 12 minutes until the Hogwarts Secret Santa reveal, and you were on the verge of losing your entire mind.

Why? Because you had drawn Theodore freaking Nott as your Secret Santa recipient. Of all the people at Hogwarts, it had to be him: the cold, brooding, insufferable Slytherin who looked at you like you were the human embodiment of an unwashed sock.

“I’m cursed,” you moaned dramatically, sprawled across the couch in the Hufflepuff common room. “There’s no other explanation.”

From her chair by the fireplace, your friend Sarah barely looked up from her book. “What are you on about now?”

“My life is over,” you said, tossing an arm across your eyes for good measure. “I’ve been assigned him. The human icicle. The walking void of emotion.”

Sarah blinked. “You got Theodore Nott?”

You bolted upright, grabbing her arm like she’d just offered to save you from a sinking ship. “What do I do, Sarah?! What do you get someone who hates everything? A rock? A lump of coal?”

“Well…” Sarah started, but you were already off the couch and pacing.

“He’s going to hate anything I give him,” you wailed, hands flailing. “But I can’t not give him something because then I’ll look like a terrible person, and I’m not a terrible person, Sarah! I’m a Hufflepuff! We are legally obligated to be nice!”

“Legally?” Sarah said dryly, but you ignored her.

“And I can’t ask him what he likes because then he’ll know it’s me, and then he’ll think I’m stalking him, and—oh my gosh, what if he reports me to Snape?!”

“You’re spiralling,” Sarah said, but you were already halfway out the door.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

step one: interoggating the enemy's friends .ᐟ

Step one in your (brilliant, totally foolproof) plan was to interrogate Theodore’s friends. Casually. Subtly. Like a normal person.

Spoiler: You were not a normal person.

“Enzo!” you said brightly, sliding into the seat next to Lorenzo Berkshire at breakfast. “How’s it going? How’s life? How are your socks? Warm? Good. So, what does Theodore Nott like?”

Lorenzo froze mid-bite, his fork hovering in the air. “What?”

“You know, hobbies, interests, favorite snacks, deepest fears,” you said, waving a hand. “The usual.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why do you want to know?”

“Oh, no reason!” You laughed—a little too loudly. “Just curious.”

“Is this for Secret Santa?” he asked, smirking. “Wait. Did you get Theo? Merlin’s beard, you got Theo!”

“NO!” you practically yelled, nearly knocking over your pumpkin juice. “Of course not! That would be absurd. Ha! Ha ha ha!”

Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Am not!” you huffed. “I’m just… conducting a holiday-themed survey. For… science.”

“For science?” he repeated, amused. “Right. Well, Sunshine, if you’re so curious about Theo, why don’t you just ask him?”

“BECAUSE!” You threw your hands in the air. “He’s scary, Enzo! He’ll probably hex me or—I don’t know—stare at me with those stupid intense eyes of his.”

“His stupid intense eyes?” Enzo grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you sure you don’t like him?”

“WHAT?!” You nearly fell out of your chair. “I don’t like him! I despise him! He’s rude and annoying and—ugh—he breathes too smugly!”

“Sure,” Enzo said, clearly not convinced. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

step two: questioning the enemy .ᐟ

You were nothing if not persistent. So, against your better judgment, you cornered Theodore himself in the library.

“What are you doing for the holidays?” you asked, plopping into the chair across from him.

Theodore didn’t even look up from his book. “Why do you ask and/or care?”

“I don’t care,” you said quickly. “I was just… wondering.”

He finally glanced at you, one dark eyebrow raised. “Why?”

“Because I’m nice,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “And curious. And it’s the holidays! Aren’t we supposed to, like, bond or something?”

“I’d rather not,” he said, turning a page.

You scowled. “Wow. You really know how to spread holiday cheer, don’t you?”

“Was there a point to this?” he asked, looking at you like you were a particularly annoying fly buzzing around his head.

“Yes,” you said, folding your arms. “The point is… I was just wondering if you’re going home for Christmas.”

“No,” he said shortly. “Now, are we done here?”

Your scowl deepened. “Why aren’t you going home?”

“Why do you care?” he shot back.

“I don’t!” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched. “I just… thought you might be lonely or something.”

Theodore’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. “Worried about me, Sunshine?”

“No!” you said, cheeks burning. “Don’t flatter yourself, Nott. I was just—ugh, forget it!”

You stood up so quickly you almost knocked over your chair, muttering under your breath as you stomped away. Behind you, Theodore chuckled softly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

step three: giving the gift (and hopefully not getting hexed) .ᐟ

By some miracle (or maybe sheer stubbornness), you managed to find the perfect gift: a leather-bound journal, simple yet elegant, with Theodore’s initials embossed on the cover.

When the time came for the Secret Santa exchange, you watched nervously as he unwrapped it, your palms clammy and your heart pounding.

He stared at the journal for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he looked up, his piercing green eyes locking onto yours.

“Did you…?” he started, but you cut him off.

“It’s not a big deal!” you said quickly, waving your hands. “I just—I mean, you don’t have to like it or anything. It’s fine if you hate it. I just thought—”

“Mio sole,” he interrupted, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “It’s perfect.”

You froze, your brain short-circuiting. “It… it is?”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Then, because you didn’t know what else to do, you blurted, “You’re welcome! Merry Christmas! Okay, bye!”

You practically sprinted out of the room, your face burning, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

Maybe Theodore Nott wasn’t so bad after all.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

bonus .ᐟ

Later, when you were sitting by the fire, Lorenzo plopped down beside you with a smug grin.

“So,” he said, nudging you. “You gave Theo his gift. How’d it go?”

“Fine,” you said, playing with the hem of your sweater. “He liked it.”

“‘Liked it,’” Lorenzo repeated. “That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“Yes,” you said firmly. “That’s all.”

Lorenzo smirked. “You’re blushing, Sunshine.”

“I am not!”

Across the room, Theodore caught your eye, and for the briefest moment, he smiled—a real, genuine smile. Your heart did a little flip, and you quickly looked away.

Lorenzo laughed. “Yeah. Totally not blushing.”

“Shut up, Enzo!”

Lorenzo's laughter trailed off as you smacked his arm, though he didn’t stop smirking like the absolute menace he was. You crossed your arms and sank deeper into your seat, huffing.

“Say, Enzo,” you began, your voice carefully nonchalant, “you know Italian, right?”

He raised a curious eyebrow but shrugged. “Yeah, of course.”

You turned to face him, fiddling nervously with the hem of your sleeve. “What does… uh… mio sole mean?”

The smirk that spread across his face was so smug, you immediately regretted asking. “Ohhh,” he drawled, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Who called you that?”

“No one!” you said, your voice jumping an octave. “I just heard it somewhere, that’s all. Totally random. Not a big deal!”

Enzo’s eyebrows wiggled like he was performing some sort of comedy act. “Not a big deal, huh? Sure. Well, it means ‘my sun.’ You know, like…” He trailed off dramatically before pointing straight at you. “Sunshine. My sunshine.”

Your face burned so hot, you were pretty sure you were moments away from combusting. “Oh,” you squeaked, your voice barely audible.

Enzo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “So, Sunshine, care to explain who’s been whispering sweet nothings in Italian to you?”

“No one!” you said again, practically shouting this time. “I told you, I just heard it somewhere! That’s all! Ugh, you’re so annoying, Enzo!”

“I’m annoying?” he said with mock offense. “You’re the one coming to me with your mysterious Italian phrases. Next thing I know, you’ll be asking me how to confess your undying love to Theo in flawless Tuscan dialect.”

Your gasp was so loud, half the common room turned to look at you. “Excuse me?!”

Enzo’s smirk widened. “You’re excused.”

You sputtered incoherently, your brain a tangled mess of embarrassment and indignation. “I—he—there is nothing—you are impossible, Lorenzo Berkshire!”

Enzo laughed so hard, he nearly fell out of his chair. Meanwhile, you crossed your arms and buried your face in your hands, silently vowing to never speak to him again.

Across the room, Theodore caught your eye once more, his lips quirking up in a small, knowing smile. Your stomach flipped again, and you quickly turned away, cheeks blazing.

Enzo, noticing the exchange, gasped dramatically. “It is Theo, isn’t it?! Sunshine, you sly little—”

“ENOUGH!” You groaned, grabbing a cushion and whacking him with it. Enzo, of course, only laughed harder.

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[prythiansprincess]

i need more enzo fics!!! you are absolutely amazing!! i love when you display his kinda dark side i need that more pls. or an enemies to lovers with hate fck🤰🏻

"say it."

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as lorenzo teased his tip along your folds, his body hovering over yours, enveloping you in the tiny tent as he held your hips down with a large hand. the frustration within you mounted, tension and agitation grating your nerves as your body cried out for more.

"berkshire, now is not the time —"

the words died on your lips as lorenzo gripped your throat, cutting off the oxygen to your lungs and forcing you to open your eyes to the man above you. the enchanted fire cast a warm glow into the tent, its crackling embers lulling your friends to sleep in their respective settlings. all except berkshire.

not that you would consider him a friend. you barely tolerated each other's presence. most days, it took every ounce of strength you possessed to keep yourself from clawing that stupid endearing smile off of his face. everyone else seemed to fall for the charming boy-next-door persona berkshire exuded, but you saw right through the fake smiles and forced politeness. you learned the hard way that anything that seemed too good to be true usually was.

berkshire played the sweet and innocent act flawlessly. over the years, he had perfected the earnest and lovable façade, weaponizing it into a tactic of manipulation. girls swooned when he flashed his dimples while guys tripped over themselves to earn his favor, but lorenzo never had you fooled for a second. though pansy fondly described him as harmless, you knew the truth.

lorenzo berkshire was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

as you stared up at him, the mask fell, revealing his true self. it was like the flip of a switch; the warmth in his hazel eyes simmered into a burning inferno, his infamous boyish smile twisted into an arrogant smirk, and his body language turned dominating and aggressive.

"say it," lorenzo repeated.

the low, husky tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, caressing your skin like a lover's touch. lorenzo poised his cock at your entrance, rubbing his shaft against your throbbing core, taunting and teasing until you uttered the magic words.

the push and pull had become a routine between you. yes, you hated lorenzo berkshire with every fiber of your being, but even that wasn't enough to stop you from resisting him. you would never admit it to the twat lest his ego inflate even bigger than it already was, but berkshire fucked and he fucked well.

"I hate you."

lorenzo chuckled, drinking in the words he'd been longing to hear all night. "does your pussy know that, love?" his laughter made your cheeks heat and your core throb. "because you're fucking creaming my cock right now."

"fuck you —"

"don't mind if I do."

a choked groan crawled up your throat as lorenzo sank into you, giving you inch after inch as you gasped and clutched at the sleeping bag underneath you. once he was fully sheathed in the warmth of your walls, lorenzo wasted no time. there had never been anything soft or gentle about the way he fucked and it was perhaps one of the few things you actually liked about him. he didn't insult you by treating you like a frail, delicate flower. berkshire knew you wouldn't break.

lorenzo was well-versed when it came to your body. with experimentation and sheer determination, he figured out the spots and angles that had your eyes rolling and your toes curling. sex with berkshire was a fight. it was a battle of the bodies, the two of you fighting for dominance as you took and he gave, the endless cycle of pleasure and pain washing over you again and again as he pushed you to your limits.

the pace he set was punishing. the sound of skin slapping against skin disrupted the otherwise silent woods, sweat and sex clinging onto you while you raked your nails into his back. lorenzo retaliated by thrusting deeply, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix in a way that had you seeing stars.

you held onto his biceps like a lifeline, staring up at the infuriatingly handsome face hovering above you. lorenzo's lips curved into a smirk before he captured yours in a searing kiss: branding, marking, claiming. he took and took and took yet he was never satisfied. lorenzo was the embodiment of lust and greed and desire — always reaching, always searching.

you hated the way your body reacted to him, you hated the way you leaned into his touch, you hated the way the two of you fit together so perfectly.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..."

lorenzo met every declaration with a sharp thrust, turned on by the loathing radiating off of you. with him, the lines blurred between sadism and masochism. you couldn't differentiate who played what role in this mess you had gotten yourself into, but that didn't really matter when it felt this fucking good.

your moans echoed as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. berkshire slapped a hand over your mouth to silence the sound.

"try to keep quiet, sweetheart," lorenzo drawled. "we wouldn't want to wake up our friends, do we?"

you rolled your eyes, prying his fingers off of your mouth. "this is exactly why I told you to cast a silencing charm."

"now where would the fun be in that?"

"i'm serious, berkshire. pansy is already suspicious enough as it is." you hissed, emphasizing the direness of the situation.

"so what if she is?" lorenzo pondered. "are you scared that being associated with me will tarnish your spotless reputation?"

"haven't you already ruined me enough?"

lorenzo's gaze darkened. "no," he growled as his fingers dug into your hips, the pressure of it leaving bruises in his wake. "I haven't ruined you nearly enough, darling."

you breath hitched as curious eyes scanned you over, cataloguing every dip and curve and mole and freckle like you were a riddle he was trying to solve. the intensity of his gaze made you feel uncomfortable — naked and exposed for his viewing pleasure.

"no one can find out about us."

"there's an us now?" lorenzo teased, raising a brow. "I like the sound of that."

"well, I don't," you huffed. "and no one else would either."

"come to think of it, mattheo and theo did ask me if anything was going on between us." you glared at him as berkshire dropped this piece of information as though you were discussing the weather.

you tensed underneath him. "you denied it, right?"

"on the contrary, I told them you were tainting my innocence every night." lorenzo chuckled as you glared at him. "i'm joking, sweetheart. i'd never tell the boys about the depraved things we get up to.”

“and why’s that, berkshire?”

a predatory look crossed his handsome features as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. you felt dizzy as he squeezed your throat, caressing the side of your neck in a way that almost seemed possessive.

“because the way you feel around my cock, the sounds you make when you moan my name, the look on your face when you cum for me, that's mine. all mine."

[nemesyaaa]

mattheo is so shameless i can't. its like it's been waiting forever that reader asking him this question. not enzo confessing too lmfaoooo 😭😭 I like that even for a question, its such a comedy show 🤓 i love this au bc all the sitcom codes are in 😫🙏🏿

PLS I LOVE THE NEW GORL AU GIVE US MORE

pretty pls with a cherry on top 🎀🩷

new girl au — in which you live with theodore, mattheo and lorenzo

“guys, i have a very, very serieus question. it’s been on my mind for a long time ever since my friend brought it up, and i told her, no way! that’s… that can’t be true, nuh-uh, they would never! but she—” “WHAT IS IT?!” mattheo yells, cutting off your frantic rambling as your three roommates stand in the kitchen, eyeing you with puzzled expression.

“okay… so, uhm” you reluctantly begin, unsure how to ask the burning question that’s been nagging at you. “do you guys… like… ever think about me…” you start awkwardly, but your words trail off as you hesitate, your cheeks already heating up at the thought.

“if we ever think about you? well, yes, it’s quite hard not to when you blast your music through the entire apartment. you seriously have no fucking taste in—” “no! no… that’s not… that’s not what i mean…” you instantly interrupt theo, still trying to collect your scattered thoughts as you nervously fidget with your fingers.

you’re unsure if you even want to know the answer at this point, yet you suddenly blurt out the pressing question that’s been on your mind, “have you guys ever thought about me while touching yourself?!” you ask in one big breath, then let out a deep sigh of relief.

“ohhhh” they all say in unison, not even shocked by the question you thought was inappropriate and awkward, worried about ruining the dynamics. “yeah, well, obviously.” mattheo states nonchalantly, and theo and lorenzo casually nod in agreement, causing your jaw to gradually drop in stunned disbelief.

“what… what do you mean OBVIOUSLY?!”

“i mean that we obviously think about you while, y’know, spanking the monkey.” mattheo adds.

“EW… ew, ew, ew. DISGUSTING!”

“yeah, like yesterday when i—” theo chimes in.

“YE— yesterday?!”

“now that you mention it, i had a sex dream about you not too long ago, actually.” lorenzo comments casually, causing your eyes to widen. “a se— what happened in… the dream?” “we had… sex…? it’s quite literally in the name—” “I CAN’T— i can’t deal with this right now, oh my god.” you exclaim, raising your hands in the air in bewilderment, clearly having heard enough as a look of disgust forms on your heated face before defeatedly stomping away, already regretting asking them in the first place.

“i am NEVER asking you guys any questions again.”

“hm. she’s so freakin’ cute.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

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𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐷𝑆 𝑈𝑁𝑆𝑃𝑂𝐾𝐸𝑁

↳ theodore nott x fem!reader (fluff)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 0.8k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : in a moment of loneliness and feeling misunderstood, theo finds out you also speak italian

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theodore nott didn’t enjoy crowds. he didn’t particularly enjoy loud gatherings, or the constant buzz of chatter that came with being around people all day. he preferred the quiet, a good book, an empty common room, a silent walk by the black lake. but somehow, he always ended up where people were, dragged along by his friends or because avoiding them would be too much effort.

tonight was no different. though the common room wasn’t packed, there were enough people to make it feel a little too alive. a few were studying and some others were caught up in conversation, it was too noisy for theo. his patience wore thin as he sat near the back, a book open in front of him, though he hadn’t read a single word.

across from him, you were sitting quietly with your own book. you weren’t much of a distraction, unlike the others, and that was part of why theo didn’t mind you being there. you didn’t force conversation, didn’t push for attention. you were just… there. it was calming, in a way.

but tonight the room felt too small and theo’s mood was slipping. the weight of things he didn’t say, things he didn’t know how to say, felt heavy. he let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair as he closed his book, his mind spinning.

"what’s bothering you?"

your voice was soft, not pushing, just curious. theo looked up, his gaze meeting yours. he hadn’t even realized you were watching him.

"nothing," he muttered, trying to keep the facade up, though the irritation in his voice gave him away. "just tired of… all this."

you raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "all this?"

he gestured vaguely at the room, at the people, the noise. "everything. it’s all pointless. no one really cares about anything important. they just talk to hear themselves."

there was a pause, and theo half-expected you to drop it, to go back to your book and leave him alone. but you didn’t.

"maybe they do," you said quietly, "but it’s hard to hear it sometimes."

he looked at you, a bit surprised. your words weren’t confrontational, but there was something in your tone that made him stop. "they don’t," he muttered, leaning back in his chair, feeling the frustration build again. "it’s all surface-level. no one actually understands."

there was a moment of silence, and then you said something that made him freeze. "io ti capisco." (i understand you.)

theo blinked, staring at you in disbelief. italian. you had spoken italian. he hadn’t expected that, not from you. not here.

"what—" he began, his voice quiet. "you speak italian?"

you gave a small nod, a soft proud smile playing on your lips. "yeah. my family’s italian. we spoke it at home growing up."

theo was silent for a moment, trying to process this new information. it felt strange, hearing those words from you—words that felt like they belonged in another world, a world far removed from the one he lived in at hogwarts.

"why didn’t you ever say anything?" he asked, his voice quieter now, less guarded.

you shrugged lightly, as if it were no big deal. "you never asked."

he couldn’t help but huff a small laugh at that, running a hand through his hair again. "yeah, i guess not."

there was something in the air now, something different between the two of you. it wasn’t just the fact that you spoke italian, it was the way you had said it, the way you looked at him now. like you really understood. and for the first time in a long time, theo felt like he didn’t have to explain himself.

"parli bene," (you speak well) he said after a moment, his voice soft as he switched to italian, testing the waters.

you answered with a small smile, in a light but sincere tone “anche tu” (so do you)

and that was it. the connection had been made, something unspoken but understood between you both. it was strange, how a few words in a shared language could shift everything. the tension in theo’s chest eased, the frustration slipping away as he realized that maybe, for once, someone actually got it. got him.

"i didn’t think anyone else here would understand," theo admitted, his voice almost a whisper. “i only ever spoke it with my mother,” he added hesitantly, staring down. “so, it’s been a long time.”

you looked at him, your expression soft, understanding. "you’re not as alone as you think, theo."

he swallowed, the weight of your words hitting him harder than he expected. he hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear that—needed to know that someone, anyone, saw him. really saw him.

"thanks," he added quietly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t laced with sarcasm or bitterness.

you smiled at him, that same gentle smile that made the world feel a little less heavy. "anytime."

and just like that, the noise of the common room faded into the background. the two of you went back to your own books and the weight of everything else, the pressure, the expectations, the loneliness all seemed a little more bearable for theo. because he wasn’t alone.

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a/n : thanks to @pintrestgrl for the request ! this is my first time writing for theo so i don’t really know what to think of it

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