#enzo berkshire fic

[nottswitch]

— if you’ve been naughty, you get…

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summary: it only takes one right wrong person and one right door to realize why you should stop the habit of changing in your brother’s dorm.

pairing: brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire x nott!reader

cw: 18+ smut, brother’s bsf, voyerism, rough p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, choking with a belt, restraining, degrading, cursing

wc: 2.4k

a/n: enzo lovers unite for the filth including the cheekiest shit in the entirety of hogwarts <3

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Over the years of studying at Hogwarts, your older brother’s dorm virtually became your own. At first, Theo was more than simply irritated about you shamelessly occupying his space, because scrunchies and feminine perfume happened to be a major turn-off for the countless girls he usually brought to his bed. But over time, he made peace with the fact that your clothes always ended up mixed with his in the wardrobe, your makeup cluttered his bedside table and your textbooks were shamelessly laid out on his desk. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, anyway.

There was another person, however, who wasn’t against your presence in the dorm at all – Lorenzo Berkshire, one of Theo’s best friends, his roommate, and the biggest asshole Hogwarts had ever seen.

It was pretty damn hard, knowing what was on his mind most of the time. One day, he would smirk at you and let his eyes shamelessly roam all over your body in a way that made his gaze feel like flaming hot iron. And the next day, he would completely ignore you, not even turning his head to look when you walked into the room, making you question your own sanity – did you offend him? Did you do something that made him deem you unworthy of his attention all of a sudden? The cycle continued, hot, cold, then hot again, very rarely pulling you out, but mostly – in. You knew full well that Theo would obliterate both of you if something ever happened, but this knowledge only made Lorenzo more desirable in your eyes. The more of a dickhead he became, the more you felt drawn to him, as fucked up as you realized it was.

The guys were all out to get some drinks at Three Broomsticks when you decided to use Theo’s dorm as your personal walk-in closet, knowing that it would be free for at least a couple of hours. You were planning to take a look at your Christmas party outfit that you had just bought last weekend – you wanted it to remain a surprise for your roommates, which was why you decided to go to Theo’s in the first place. Standing in front of the mirror, you took off your top first, then you skirt, letting yourself have a little show for your own amusement before putting on anything else.

Lorenzo was confused as to why the door to the dorm was open. He left his wallet on his bedside table and was just about to mutter an ‘Alohomora’ when he noticed the handle slightly turned – it was loose already, so it was pretty easy to see when it wasn’t in the right position. He peeked inside and nearly choked on his own spit – the last thing he expected to see was you in front of the mirror, only your panties barely covering anything on your body, leaving every single inch of exposed skin for his eyes to feast on. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t lie – it was something he imagined plenty of nights, behind the closed curtains of his bed, with his aching dick in his hand.

His eyes followed the bounce of your tits as you twirled around, checking yourself out in the reflection. Immediately, Lorenzo felt his cock twitch in his trousers; it was ridiculous how quickly you could get him harder than a rock even dressed – of course, now that you were almost fully naked, he felt his barely existing self-control fly out of the window. You squeezed your breasts, pushing them together, and it took Lorenzo everything he had in him not to audibly groan and announce his presence earlier than planned.

Unaware of someone’s gaze intently fixed on your body, you finally grabbed the dress you had in mind for the upcoming Christmas party. It was a tiny little Santa’s elf dress, green and so short it was bordering on inappropriate. As you pulled it over your head, you knew Theo would not be pleased when he’d see it – but you didn’t care, you weren’t a child, after all. The sight of the hem of the dress hugging your ass sent Lorenzo’s mind into places he didn’t even know were there yet, and his cock started painfully throbbing, begging to be released from the suddenly tight confines of his clothes. When you bent over, your panties peeking from underneath the dress, he snapped – the sight was too arousing, clouding his mind and better judgment (that he never possessed in the first place).

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wonder what Nott’s gonna say about that.”

The squeal you let out at the unexpected familiar voice behind your back could rival horror movies. You quickly turned around, covering your cleavage with your hand – a pretty pointless move, because he’d have seen you at the party anyway.

“Enzo!” you exclaimed, looking him up and down with a frown. Your eyes lingered on his crotch, the dark fabric of his pants visibly strained, and swallowed – just how big– “Wait.”

Realization dawned upon you like a wave of boiling water. He had a very obvious boner, which meant… It couldn’t have, right? You hesitantly looked up at his face, and his widening smirk told you everything you dreaded – or were excited – to know.

“Wait what?” Lorenzo teased, taking a few slow, lazy steps towards you. It was completely intentional – no matter how much he craved your closeness at the moment, he couldn’t have let you have the upper hand in this situation.

“You know what I mean,” you grumbled, trying to ignore the heat in your belly that his shameless arousal was starting to elicit. “Have you…?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, not a hint of embarrassment in his voice. His eyes traveled up and down, as if he was trying to mentally undress you with the power of his mind. “A slutty little thing you are. Who would’ve thought, huh?”

“Oh, piss off.” You scowled at him, one of your hands desperately trying to pull down the hem of your dress; there was no way you could do it due to its length being so damn short. “You have ten seconds to leave,” you added, raising an eyebrow in an attempt at defiance. You didn’t want him to, but there was no way you could let him know that – he was getting too cocky already, if that was even possible – his arrogance knew no bounds at the best of times, and now was definitely not one of those.

Lorenzo just chuckled, taking another step closer until he was almost flush against your front.

“Come on, sweetie. You don’t really want me to leave, do you?” he cooed, his tone as mocking as it always was when he thought he could see right through you. To be fair, he could, at least right at this moment – your own state of desire was written all over your face, despite you trying to hide it to the best of your ability.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you felt his hand on yours, gripping your wrist and moving it away from your cleavage.

“Now, show me those pretty tits of yours,” he murmured, his tongue darting out to lick along his bottom lip as his eyes fell on your tits, hugged by the dress in a way that nearly made his cock burst out of his trousers.

“Shut up,” you retorted, but made no move to cover yourself again, silently enjoying the hunger etched into his expression, mixing with the teasing confidence he consistently sported.

“Yeah? Wanna make me?” Lorenzo taunted, glancing up at you with the look that told you he didn’t really believe you could. Taking it up as a challenge, you gathered your courage – it wasn’t something you’d ever have expected yourself to do, yet had been craving for as long as you remembered knowing him – and pulled him in by the lapels of his shirt, crashing your lips together.

The kiss was as messy as it was desperate, Lorenzo’s hands immediately going up to grab your face, squishing your cheeks without a hint of tenderness in his touch – it was all fervor and passion. He urgently walked you back until your lower back hit the edge of the desk, making you hiss into his mouth. He pulled away for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the sudden sound, a smirk tugging at his now-swollen, kiss-bruised lip.

“You’re so damn sensitive,” he drawled, his tongue briefly rolling against the inside of his cheek. “Wonder what kinda different sounds you can make, sweet thing.”

You rolled your eyes at the cheesy, mocking nickname, tugging at his shirt to press your lips together again – he was much more bearable when he shut up for a second. You felt him chuckle into your mouth, the sound as annoying as it was a huge turn-on.

“Theo’s gonna find out,” you whispered, your words cut off by a moan stretching out your throat when you felt his lips moving down to your neck, a wet trail dripping down your skin from his tongue.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna tell him? You?” Lorenzo asked with a scoff, not leaving the crook of your shoulder.

“What if I do?”

Lorenzo shook his head, finally lifting his head up to look into your eyes, noticing that gleam of defiance he hated and loved at the same time.

“You’re gonna tell him, really?”

His words were accompanied by him turning you around in one swift movement, fully pressing you against the desk. You let out a high-pitched moan when you felt his throbbing cock against your ass, his hips bucking forward to provide himself with the friction he needed to relieve the buzzing ache.

“Gonna tell your brother how I fucked you in this slutty dress?” Another taunt, and you knew he was right – you’d have to be completely out of your mind to say a single word to Theo about what was happening and what was inevitably about to happen in a minute or two.

Your silence was telling, making Lorenzo chuckle again. “Thought so,” he murmured, his hands deftly unbuckling his belt – he didn’t have much time until the others would notice his prolonged absence, and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity to make a mess of you go to waste.

“Berkshire, you’re a fucking–”

Once again, you were cut off, but this time almost literally – the leather of Lorenzo’s belt pressed against your throat, making you stutter and let out a strangled gasp as you felt the air being stuffed inside and pushed out at the same time, stuck in your chest.

“’Boutta say something, love?” he whispered into your ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it and making the skin – and your pussy – tingle. You shook your head – what could you even possibly say when his belt was firmly wrapped around your neck, making your mind dizzy both from desire and the lack of oxygen.

“Right, keep it that way.”

The urge to punch him in the face was strong, but stronger was the thrust which he entered you with. Your moan was strangled, quieter than it could’ve been, but it only seemed to please Lorenzo, evident by the way his belt tightened around your throat. His hand held onto its edges, keeping your upper body from falling onto the desk, while his other hand collected your wrists into his grasp, pressing them against your lower back. You couldn’t move in this position, but it wasn’t like you wanted to – his pace was steady and pretty rough, hitting all the right spots to drive you completely insane. A thought went through your mind: you’d imagined him being big so many times, yet the real thing was so much better than anything your brain could conjure up.

As if sensing your inner turmoil – or the lack of it, since you had a rather one track mind at the moment – Enzo briefly let go of your wrists to land a smack against your ass, the skirt of your dress rippling at the impact. You gasped again, the sting sending a lightning strike straight into your gut, making the dickhead smirk in utter self-satisfaction.

“Such a greedy little elf,” he cooed, clearly making a jab at your outfit. Your now free hand pushed back, trying to smack his forearm in response, but only the tips of your nails could reach it. Lorenzo barked out a laugh, amused by your helplessness even while being balls deep inside of you.

“Santa’s little helper,” he continued, smacking your asscheek again before gathering your naughty wrists in his hold once more, pressing them even further against your back. “You sure seem to be doing a good job at helping, sweetie.”

“I wanna… kill you…” you muttered through gritted teeth, somehow managing to croak out sounds despite the pressure of the belt still on your throat. Your eyes rolled back immediately after as Enzo snapped his hips to yours in an especially brutal thrust, the sound echoing through the entire dorm.

“If that’s ‘wanting to kill me’,” he mockingly copied your tone, “I wonder what ‘loving’ feels like.”

“Never gonna know,” you quipped, your hands clenching around the wrist holding them down. Your answer only made him scoff, his pace increasing, as if to punish you for what you had just dared to say.

“Never gonna need to,” he responded a bit breathlessly, making a part of your brain spark up at the fact that he was losing his cocky demeanor, even if just for a second, even if the only indication was a hitch of his breath.

You didn’t catch the exact moment your peak approached – you were unable to follow the pacing of time even if you really tried. The only thing you felt was Lorenzo’s cock twitching between your walls, bringing you right over the edge. Your lips parted in a needy, hoarse moan as your orgasm brought you higher than the sky itself, and Enzo pulled out, his hand sliding off your wrists to hastily stroke his cock and spill all over the hem and back of your dress. As his grip on the belt loosened, you could turn your spinning head to notice the green fabric covered in dark stains, already seeping through and onto your skin.

“What the fuck, Berkshire?!” you exclaimed, your voice raspy from the oxygen rapidly flowing into your previously restrained airways, making you cough a bit. “That’s a new dress, you asshole!”

“What can I say, sweetie…” His hand landed on your ass with one last smack, lighter than the previous ones. “Gotta do some laundry now. Nothing a slutty little Santa’s helper can’t handle.”

[leona-hawthorne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ slytherin boys as minions

after having a very random chat with @pizzaapeteer, i wanted to make this post connecting mattheo, theo, and enzo to the main minions in the minions movie 🤭 so now here we are…. if you haven’t seen the minions movie, what are you doing with your life?

mattheo riddle ⤑ bob!

mattheo is so bob-coded it’s not even funny. he’ll punch someone in a hallway and then cry about a sad cat video 5 minutes later. like yeah he tries to act all tough and mysterious with the whole “i could kill you with my pinky finger” vibe, but deep down? he’s just bob. emotionally attached to random objects, maybe a hoodie or a lighter he found on the street. needs constant reassurance. would absolutely carry around a stuffed animal if he thought no one was watching. gets way too excited about the smallest things and then tries to play it off like he didn’t just light up like a golden retriever. chaotic but in a “please love me” way. has no idea what’s going on 80% of the time but will fight to the death for his friends (and win). he’s got that unhinged loyalty mixed with baby brother energy. everyone’s like “don’t let mattheo do that” and he’s already doing it with a grin and zero regard for consequences. bob in combat boots, basically.

theodore nott ⤑ kevin!

theo is literally kevin with a wand. he’s the tall older sibling of the group who didn’t ask for this but somehow got stuck with the responsibility anyway. constantly cleaning up mattheo and enzo’s messes while muttering “i hate it here” under his breath. gives off “i’m above this” energy but will absolutely throw hands if someone messes with his friends. looks calm but is internally screaming 24/7. if he loses his book or his peace and quiet for even a second, it’s over. like, kevin is brave and protective, but also dramatic as hell when things don’t go his way. wants to be the hero, but ends up babysitting bob and stuart 24/7, just like theo with matt and enz. poor guy. reluctantly the dad friend. someone get him a stress ball. and send help. or coffee.

lorezno berkshire ⤑ stuart!

lorenzo berkshire is stuart in human form and there’s no convincing me otherwise. he’s got that chaotic middle-child energy—too cool to care, but somehow always in the middle of the drama. probably owns five guitars he can’t actually play and flirts his way out of detention. the type to accidentally set something on fire and say “oops” with wide eyes and zero remorse, then run away and blame someone else. lives for the bit. you think he’s not paying attention but he hears everything. gets bored in 2.5 seconds and starts annoying theo just for fun. somehow both the problem and the vibe. just stuart with better hair and abs tbh.

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── .✦ DAY THREE | [02/16] : ENZO. ♡ ₊˚⊹

prythian's princess presents... day three of the valentine special ⋆.˚ .ᐟ up next, a pretty face that no one can resist: enzo.

[edging kink] — a sexual technique for delaying orgasm, by bringing yourself or your partner to the edge, and then cooling down for a while before starting again.

[degradation kink] — a sexual preference characterized by individuals deriving arousal from acts of humiliation or degradation within a controlled and consensual context. 

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lorenzo berkshire loved to play games.

his favorite one was the intricate battle of wills between the two of you; the never-ending game of sexual tension and mutual loathing that spanned the entirety of your relationship. enzo knew how to push and prod, lived for the thrill of provoking and instigating for his own entertainment and there was no one more entertaining to him than you.

over the years, he had gotten good at identifying your weaknesses, picking at the sore spots over and over again until he got the result that he wanted — anger, hatred, loathing. there was nothing that enzo loved more than fighting, arguing, and bickering with you. the two of you pushed each other's limits and drove each other to the point of insanity only to do it all over again without ever addressing the underlying attraction that caused these explosive clashes in the first place.

enzo was content to play this game with you day after day. sometimes he won, sometimes he lost, but the only thing that truly mattered to him was that no one got under your skin like he did. he liked knowing that he had this hold on you; relished in the fact that only he could elicit such a reaction. perhaps he underestimated his own expertise because he truly hadn't expected you to snap.

you were already having a terrible day to begin with when enzo decided to corner you in the corridor, that smug smirk present on his stupidly handsome face as he tugged on the hem of your skirt.

"nice skirt, sweetheart," enzo drawled. "did you wear this just for me?"

"piss off, berkshire." you snapped. "i'm not in the bloody mood."

enzo chuckled as you tried to shoulder past him. with his towering figure, it was easy to cage you between his arms, palms pressed against the wall as he leaned down and sneered at you. "someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he teased. "what's the matter, love? is it that time of the month again?"

"shut the fuck up," you growled.

a mischevious glimmer twinkled in his gaze as enzo ducked his head down, bringing his face mere inches away from yours. "make me."

enzo expected you to huff and puff, to angrily push past him, leaving him to stare at that perky arse of yours that was barely covered by your tight little skirt, but that wasn't what happened. one second enzo was staring down at you, smiling smugly at your incensed expression, and the next second he was being tugged down by his tie as you kissed him angrily.

there was so much venom and vitriol in the way your teeth clashed together, passion and hatred and tension finally bubbling up to the surface until neither one of you could take it any longer. all that pent up aggression poured out in the form of kissing and touching, your lips and hands exploring uncharted territory. enzo whined pathetically when you yanked him down by his tie, his cheeks flushed and lips kiss-bitten.

“I should have shut you up a long time ago, berkshire,” you taunted. enzo whimpered when you brought him down to your level, his honey eyes cloudy with lust. “i’m going to enjoy taking all my anger out on you.”

that’s how enzo ended up bound in the broom closet, struggling against the restraints while you bounced on his cock. he wanted to touch you, kiss you, feel you, but you made it clear that he wasn’t the one in charge. you were calling the shots now.

“please, honey, i’ll be good I promise,” enzo pleaded with tears in his eyes. “just untie me and I swear i’ll make you feel so good…”

“stop whining or i’ll gag you next.”

enzo was already painfully hard from the torture of you grinding against him and not being able to do anything about it. it had been an hour since you started this cruel routine, bringing him to the edge over and over again, but never giving him what he wanted.

“but it hurts,” he pleaded. “fuck, it hurts so bad. I just want to cum.”

you frowned, shaking your head at him as you slowed the roll of your hips until only his tip poked at your entrance. the absence was worse than the edging. “you should have thought about that before acting like such a dick. maybe next time you’ll learn to leave me alone when I tell you to.”

he wouldn’t. it didn’t matter what you did to him, enzo would never leave you alone. he physically couldn’t. he was drawn to you in a way that defied all logic. but it wasn’t like he could admit it out loud.

instead, enzo whined and squirmed, whimpering that he was too hard, he was too sensitive; it was too much and not enough all at the same time.

you slapped him across the face and enzo actually moaned. a whiny, pathetic moan that he would have otherwise been embarrassed of. but because it was you, the pleasure overshadowed the shame. he was too fucking turned on by this side of you.

“shut the fuck up, berkshire,” you growled as you gripped his chin and forced him to look at you. “this is what you get for being such an asshole. after all the shit that you’ve pulled, do you really think i’d let you cum so easily?”

“please, honey. please, i’ll do anything. anything you want.”

your pleased chuckle sent a shiver down his spine. “you’re so fucking pathetic. begging, really?” enzo bit his lip as you degraded him, aroused by the humiliation. “I almost feel sorry for you.”

enzo sighed in relief as you started moving your hips again, your warmth hugging around his cock once more. he was barely hanging on to his sanity yet enjoying every second of it. “fuck, thank you. god, that feels so good. please, please, don’t stop, baby.”

“don’t thank me yet,” you said. “i’m only using you to get myself off. if you make me cum, then i’ll think about untying you, but until then, shut the fuck up and take it.”

[suugarbabe]

slytherin boys x reader x friends!golden trio

summary: you invite the golden trio to a party and enzo tries to lighten up the party

warnings: mentions of weed

an: I really am gonna have to make a masterlist of all our yaps @musingsofahufflepuff <333

Your hand waved wildly in the air, catching the attention of the three people that seemed wildly out of place near the common room entrance. “I cannot fucking believe you invited them,” Mattheo’s arms crossed over his chest as he shook his head. Theo slung an arm over his shoulder, “It will be alright, compagno. We’ll get them many drinks, show of a very good time.”

Mattheo simply rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Teddy.” Theo flicked the back of Mattheo’s ear for use of the nickname, causing them to start bickering back and forth just as your three guests managed to make their way over to where your little group was gathered. “Erm, are we interrupting something?” Ron glanced at Mattheo and Theo with an unsure look, but you waved them off, “Oh, it’s fine. They’re usually like that.”

Ron gave Harry a sideways glance as Hermione spoke up, “Thanks for inviting us, we don’t usually come to parties much.” You nodded with a smile, “This one will be good, you guys will have a great time. You want a drink?” The three of them nodded enthusiastically, even Hermione, which was shocking to the rest of your friends.

You knew it wasn’t typical to have them here, in the Slytherin common room let alone a party. But you had a few classes with Hermione, and got paired with Harry for your last potions project and personally you found them both pleasant enough. You thought they might enjoy some time to relax, let loose, especially with exams coming up at the end of the month.

You led the trio back to your little circle, all of whom were seeming a little more relaxed at the idea of ‘the golden trio’ being in their sacred space than a few minutes before. As you approached the group, Enzo was smiling suspiciously. “What’re you up to, Berk?” Enzo held his hand to his chest in mock offense, “Me? Up to something? You must have me confused with Matt.”

Enzo then pulled a small package out of his jeans pocket and dumped a lone gummy into his palm before taking it and biting off half. “Now…who’s gonna take the other half of this thing, I can’t enjoy the party alone. Potter? Weasley?” Enzo wiggled his eyebrows while holding the half a gummy in his outstretched palm.

Both Gryffindor boys shook their heads, avoiding answering directly by taking large drinks from their cups. “I don’t know if you guys have ever done edibles before but he’s being generous only offering you half, most of the stuff he takes he makes on his own and it’ll fuck you up completely.”

Harry and Ron were adamant in their denials before Hermione stepped up to grab the edible from his hand. Enzo was quick to pull it away in a closed fist, “Woah, hold on, Granger. I don’t think you really want this.” Hermione simply rolled her eyes with a groan, “I know exactly what that’ll do and I need it immediately. Especially with these bloody NEWTS coming up, I’m stressed to hell. Hand it over. Now, Berkshire.”

Mattheo let out a low whistle, “Fucking Salazar, did that just come out of Granger’s mouth?” Enzo was beaming, holding his fist out before slowly opening it up again before Hermione’s face, “Here you go, darling. Made it myself, so I’ll be eagerly awaiting a review from you tomorrow. What’s your record for an essay…12 feet of parchment?”

“Oh fuck off, Enzo,” Hermione snatched the gummy from his palm and tossed it in her mouth. Ron and Harry looked on, gobsmacked. “‘Mione..what are you doing?” Ron placed a hand on her shoulder in concern. Hermione huffed, crossing her arms, “Honestly, Ronald..if I’m going to trust any of them, it might as well be Berkshire. Look a him,” she gestured to Enzo who then gave Ron a sweet smile, batting his eyelashes at the boy, “he’s basically a puppy dog.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, still slightly in disbelief yourself a Hermione’s blind trust, “Oh..baby girl…no. No, no, no, you’ve got the wrong one. Enzo is not to be trusted, weren’t you listening earlier?”

Enzo then grabbed Hermione by the shoulders with heighten enthusiasm, “Tonight’s gonna be so fun, Granger. Just you wait.” Mattheo gave Enzo a shove, “Fun? What do you mean fun?? Those fucking things you make have almost killed me twice!”

“What?!” Ron was rightfully panicked, giving Hermione a pleading look. “Hermione, if even his friends are warning you, maybe you should just sit down or something, let it hit you and then ride it out and sleep it off or whatever,” Harry started looking around the room for an unoccupied sofa.

Hermione, however, stood her ground, “You guys are being ridiculous. Kind of babies actually.” Enzo actually laughed out loud, slinging his arm over her shoulder with a cheeky grin, “That’s my girl…can’t wait for this to really hit us.”

You looked over at Mattheo who finally threw his hands up slightly in defeat, turning instead to make conversation with Theo. Then you looked over at Harry and Ron apologetically, “I’m really sorry for whatever is about to happen in forty-five to sixty minutes.”

It actually only took around thirty minutes for Enzo’s homemade edible to settle for her; and the reaction was vastly different than any of you could have expected.

Hermione essentially had a very high Enzo trapped on the nearest sofa, ranting profusely. “I mean seriously, Lorenzo…why do we even still use quills in the wizarding world? We have all this magic and advancements it gives us, but we have to dip a birds feather in ink over and over to write an essay? I mean, have you guys never heard of a pen before? Or gods, a freaking pencil? It’s so much easier, lasts so much longer. You can go to a corner store and buy a pack of five for less than two pounds. You guys really are wasting more money by keeping this worldly advancement to the muggles alone.”

Enzo sat facing her, eyes completely void as he stared in her general direction, but you weren’t even sure he was hearing her completely. Sure, he nodded every so often, but her words were not being heard in the slightest. And that fact was completely irrelevant as Hermione just kept. on. talking.

You had one arm crossed over your chest as you held your drink, “You know, she’s actually not wrong.” Harry nodded, “Actually, I have wondered that as well. It is kind of odd we’re doing this sort of medieval thing with the quills and ink pots.” Mattheo then leaned down between the two of you, taking a long sip of his drink before asking, “What the fuck is a pen?”

[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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[enzosbabyangel]

hi!

your writing is amazing !!!

would you maybe consider doing like the reader and enzo is a super toxic relationship? like they fight, break up, and then make up ;) like they’re on and off and they’re really bad for each other but addicted to each other at the same time?

if not i completely understand 💋

thanks so much

ཐི⋆♱⃓⋆ཋྀ Thinking about toxic!Enzo punishing reader for trying to leave him…

cw: 18+!, mdni, toxic relationship, mouth gag, overstimulation, vibrator, spanking

a/n: Thank you baby !! so sorry this took awhile to get out 😓

You bit at the gag around your mouth, spit spilling out from the side of your mouth and trailing down your chin. Your arms tied behind your back and together with your- ex’s, uniform tie. Or supposed to be ex.

Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head while you pathetically moaned into the gag in your mouth.

Lorenzo chuckled as he looked down on your naked, sweaty and overstimulated form. Keeping the vibrator that was soaked with your arousal pushed to your clit.

“Look at you, such a fucking slut. S’it was so easy to get you like this.” He mused, smirk on his face as he sat on your legs. Grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing before letting go and planting a harsh smack to the flesh.

The action had you jumping as your legs kicked back at his back. But your kicks were useless as Enzo just chuckled and pushed the vibrator harder against your clit, eliciting in a gagged scream.

“Thought you could leave me? hm?” Enzo hummed as he ran his free hand up and down your sweat slick back. His voice full of amusement as he spoke. “Think anyone else could make you feel as good as i do?”

You moaned around the gag, legs twitching as you felt yourself getting close for the third time that night. A pleasureful pain shooting through you and coiling in your stomach.

Enzo smirked at the familiar sight of your shaking body, having seen it many times before. “Gonna cum?” He asked as if he wasn’t pretty much talking to himself. Trailing his free hand down to your puffy and overstimulated cunt and pushing a single finger into your hole, knuckle deep. “Cum for me baby.”

Your pussy clenched tightly around his finger as you squeezed your eyes shut. Enzo eating up the muffled sounds of your overstimulated whines and moans.

You let out a loud mix of a whine and scream when you came again, hips twitching continuously into the bed as your body instinctively tried to get away from the vibrations of the toy, but Enzo didn’t relent. Instead drawing his finger out from your cunt and holding your hips still, running the vibrator up and down your puffy slit as your feet adorably kicked at his back.

After you came down from your high Enzo hummed and finally turned off the vibrator. But you knew that wasn’t it- it was never ‘it’s with Enzo. But you were too fucked out to care, instead relaxing your still-shaking body into the bed and sucking in breaths through your nose.

Enzo chuckled as he got up from the bed, walking back a few steps and feeling behind him for his camera. Grabbing it once he found it and stalking back towards you.

“Look so pretty baby.” He said almost mockingly as he brought the camera up to his face, smiling as you gave him a frustrated and tired glance, a ‘click’ ranging out right as you did so.

After taking one photo he moved behind you to where your legs laid limp and brought his camera back up to his face. “Look at this pussy… all red and overstimulated.” He sighed before taking a picture. “Such a pleasant sight.” He said, checking the two photos while walking back up next to you.

You and Enzo locked eyes when he looked back up at you and he smirked, cocking his head to the side as he spoke. “Aw? you upset darling?” He teased before laughing in a way that made you shiver in humiliation. “Not like i care. You needed to learn your lesson.”

He sighed as he started walking back towards your door, your eyes narrowing at him as he kept you in this uncomfortable position. Your protest at his leaving muffled by the gag in your mouth.

He chucked at your attempt at speaking, opening your door just slightly. “You can either get yourself out of that position or stay like that. I’m sure as hell not gonna waste my time helping you, not after what you tried to pull today.” He said, his tone dropping slightly to something colder before his typical, infuriatingly charming, smirk made its way back to his face. “Goodnight love.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[bettymylove]

READER MAKING OUT HARDCORE WITH THEODORES ABS AND SHE PRACTICALLY CRIES SHES SO HORNY AND THEYRE SO PRETTY SO SHE EVENTUALLY GETS OFFF ON HIS ABS?!

needy

pairing: theodore nott x reader

content: pure smut, 18+

your hazy state and the fact that theo was just out of the shower were the two things you had decided to blame for your behavior.

you had been painfully horny all day long, so much that it hurt to walk and the only solution you were aware of for your problem was theodore nott also known as your boyfriend.

you had reached his dorm when he was still in the shower, and like the good girl you were you waited for him on his bed not once trying to touch yourself.

theo emerged from the shower with wet hair and water dripping down his body until it reached his very loosely hung grey towel which you were sure was the only piece of clothing he was wearing.

however, your attention was taken up by something else, his abs were the only thing you could focus on.

"baby, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy today" you broke out of your trance after hearing his low and husky voice.

having no patience left, you took long strides towards him and clawed on his chest so that he would angle his face towards yours.

both of your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you detached your arms from around his neck to his shoulders slightly pushing him back so that he would land on the bed with you on top of him.

your kisses started trailing downwards, sucking on his neck long enough to leave a mark.

you had untied his towel and his cock sprung out in response, your kisses finally reached his abs the place you adored the most.

licking all over his abdomen, while sneaking some licks to his dick, you moaned after you heard him groan.

if you thought you were horny before, it was nothing compared to what you were feeling now after theo forcefully put his dick in your mouth to cum in it.

you had started humping the floor out of desperation,you needed the friction,you needed the release.

"are you really such a needy whore, that you have started getting yourself off on the floor?" you only moaned out a breathy moan in response.

you finally had the courage to stand up on your wobbly knees and push theo back down on the bed again.

carefully positioning yourself on top of his abs,you started to move back and forth the friction going directly to your clit.

theo made an animalistic sound at this, "fuck baby, you really love my abs that much, huh?" he was fully smirking seeing you in this form.

"love it teddy" you responded, biting your lip.

"do you fuck your pillow like this, thinking it's my abs?" you blushed at being caught, and only nodded in response.

"you're close aren't you baby, you're gonna cum in your panties like a whore?" he had started helping you fasten your pace so that your could reach your high.

"m'your whore teddy" you managed to make out, and just as you did you reached your orgasm, it was so stretched out that you were shaking by the end of it.

"fuck that was so hot, now don't you think my dick needs a little riding too?" he asked cheekily and you were more than happy to oblige.

[sunkissedscribbles]

the holy trinity.

side note: how can i tag the entire slytherin boys fandom?

[acourtofchaos]

SLYTHERIN BOYS FIC RECS II

TOM RIDDLE

OBSERVATIONS* | PART TWO* by @fatesundress

THE DISPLEASURE IS ALL MINE by @pasukiyo

THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT* by @slytherinslut0

SPIDER by @writingsbychlo

BLAISE ZABINI

A NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM by @pizzaapeteer

CAUGHT* by @mattyriddlesbitch

THEODORE NOTT

GOOD THINGS FALL APART by @obsessedwithceleste

NOVOCAINE by @theonotti

FRANÇAISE VS ITALIANÓ* by @fuckaperioddrama

LITTLE DRAGON by @retrobutterflies

SO THIS IS LOVE by @amourane

DRACO MALFOY

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES by @draco-dormiens

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

TAUNTING* by @distantdarlings

RUN* by @slytherinslut0

MATTHEO RIDDLE

THE DEVIL CAN BE BEAUTIFUL by @tomriddleslove

WATCH YOUR MOUTH* by @pizzaapeteer

STALKER!MATTHEO by @sylviaonyx

*indicates smut

[jayybugg]

study session

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're studying with Theo in the library...or are you?

Warning: Established Relationship, Dirty Talk, No House Specified, Kind of Public Sex, Smut (18+), No Use of Y/N, Google Translate Italian, No Plot literally just sex.

Word Count: 1.6K

Note: Wrote this based on a dream I had.....which was based on an RP scenario that I did. Obviously, Theo takes up a lot of space in my mind. Early birthday gift for my Georgie, @pizzaapeteer, please wish her an early birthday and thank you because she is the reason I got this done. @cafekitsune for the banners as always!

You raced to the library, giving small hello’s and excuse me's to the people you passed. You had promised Theo that you would help him with his Charms homework after your club meeting, but you had gotten carried away with some discussions causing the meeting to run over. You hoped that Theo wasn't there yet or would just be arriving because you knew the small quips about your tardiness wouldn't stop if he was already there.

You made it into the library, climbing the stairs to the secluded corner of the floor. A small table with two chairs that you and Theo often claimed whenever you both decided to do some studying. You groaned softly, seeing Theo already seated with a shit-eating grin on his face when you rounded the corner.

"So late, bella. Almost thought you stood me up." Theo said as you sat down next to him. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your Charms notes and your textbook. "Oh, shut up. I've never stood you up before."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, why are you late?" Theo leaned in; his mouth curved into a smirk. You flicked his forehead causing him to lean back, rubbing it softly. "I got caught up in the meeting. I'm sorry, Teddy."

"It's fine, principessa." Theo said, opening his notes, "Just like teasing you."

You and Theo quickly fell into a nice rhythm of studying and light conversation. You gave him the notes to copy as you worked on the actual assignment. You always felt at ease when you studied with Theo, it was one of the only times that he seemed to relax. Usually that was reserved for when you both were in the privacy of your dorms and even then, Theo would rather be participating in other activities.

More time passed before you started wiggling in your chair, your butt starting to fall asleep. "This chair is uncomfortable." You whined, standing up to try to regain some feeling. Theo chuckled, leaning back in his seat, and patting his thigh. "Well, I'm quite comfortable if I do say so myself."

You rolled your eyes as you slid over to him, nestling yourself in his lap. "You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you?"

"I'm always looking for a way to get you in my lap, love. It's where you belong." Theo said, winking at you. You smiled, shaking your head, and returning to your reading for your homework.

Theo's hand reached your thigh, running up and down your leg. Once he finished copying the notes, he trailed his hand under your skirt. You glanced up from your reading to meet his eyes that were already trained on your face.

"Shouldn't you be starting on the assignment now?" You swatted his hand away from your thigh, raising an eyebrow at him. Theo smirked, putting his hand back, "Yeah, but I don't feel like reading that text right now."

His hand once again traveled up your skirt to the hem of your underwear. "Why don't you read it to me, principessa?"

"Read it to you?" You raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing, I just want to hear your sweet voice." Theo smiled, "I'll even reward you."

Your eyes scanned Theo's face, landing on his eyes. The usual expressionless eyes held a certain swirl of mischief in them. "You're up to something."

"Maybe, maybe not. Why don't you read and find out?" Theo shrugged, his smirk never going away. You rolled your eyes, conceding to his request.

"Charms are comprised of a wide range of spells. They focus on giving a target new and unexpected properties or making the target perform certain actions, along with other effects." You recited from the book. Theo's fingers softly moved the fabric of your underwear, pressing down on your clit with the pad of his thumb.

You yelped softly, looking up at Theo. He was leaning into his hand propped on the table, his smirk remaining as he held eye contact with you. "Theo," You hissed, "We're in the library."

"I know, bella. Why are you bringing up the obvious? Keep reading, I'm intrigued." Theo contorted his face into fake confusion, all while massaging your clit with his thumb. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a shaking breath as you felt a familiar feeling boil inside you.

"Charms were distinguished from Transfiguration spells in the regards that a charm will add to or change the properties of an object while Transfiguration spells change the object completely." You continued reading as Theo removed his thumb from your clit, quickly replacing it with his index finger. He trailed up and down your pussy, smiling as you stuttered upon your next sentences.

"Offensive and protective spells f-fall under Charms such as the Stunning, Disarming, mmm, spell, and the Shield spell. The Tickling spell- oh!" Theo’s finger slipped its way into your pussy, pumping in and out as you read. You shut your eyes, attempting to save yourself from the pleasure.

Theo leaned close to your ears, a smirk evident on his face. “What’s wrong, bella?”

“You…. Theo….”

“Blaming me for your distractions?” Theo clicked his tongue, “How rude.”

You slapped his arm, slumping over slightly as Theo picked up the pace of his fingers. Theo chuckled darkly; his eyes trained on your face as it contorted into one of pleasure. “Getting fingered in the library, where anyone could round that corner and see you. Such a fucking slut.”

You felt yourself clench around his fingers due to his words. The adrenaline from the thought of being caught rushed through your body. “Fuck. Please.” You let out a breathy plea, your eyes looking over to the corner that could expose this whole ordeal.

“Please what, amore? Use your words.” Theo whispered into your ear. Your breathing became shallow as you felt a familiar knotting in your stomach. Theo did relent in his pace, smirking as he saw you close your eyes. “About to cum? Go ahead, be a good girl, and come all over my fingers, sunshine.”

A low moan fell from your lips as your climax came in a harsh wave. You fell limp against Theo, who was chuckling lowly. You rolled your eyes, getting ready to scold him. “I can’t believe you- Theo? What are you-?”

You felt your body get picked up and leaned over the wooden table. Theo stood up, taking his place behind you. “What are you talking about, darling?” Theo said, pushing your skirt up to your waist and bending down to be face to face with your cunt.

“We’re in the library! We can’t-” Your words were once again cut off by Theo as his tongue lapped at your clit.

“But you’re dripping, principessa. I can’t just leave my girl soaked like this, now, can I?” Theo smirked against your cunt, lapping at it again. You bit your lip, pressing your face against the hard wooden table. Theo stood up, undoing his belt and zipper as he left a harsh slap on your ass.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Tell me.” Theo stroked himself, pushing your legs apart with his knee. You let out a deep breath, laying your body flat against the table and turning your head to glance back at him. “Yes…... I want it.” You said softly. Theo smirked at you, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing in.

“Fuck, amore, so wet and ready for me,” Theo muttered. You whimpered, your eyes falling close at the feeling of being filled up by your boyfriend. He never fails to stretch you out beyond belief. Theo pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before snapping his hips forward, setting a harsh pace.

“Such a fucking slut. Getting railed in the library where someone could see you.” Theo snarled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You clenched around him again, moans ripping from your throat. “Oh, you like that, huh? You like the idea of someone possibly seeing how much of a whore you are for me?” Theo smirked, reaching around to rub on your clit.

“Y-yes, yes, I like it.” You mewled, your nails digging into the table. Your eyes focused on the open corner, your heart speeding up every time a shadow floated past it. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to catch you in this position, but you couldn’t find it in you to stop Theo or even conceal the noises that he was causing you to make.

Between watching how he disappeared into your greedy cunt and how your ass bounced back every time his hips contacted yours, Theo groaned softly. “S’good…. fuck.” You whimpered.

Theo lifted your leg to be prompted up on the table, knocking the books off the table in the process. With a firm grip on around your thigh, Theo pound into your aching cunt. You gripped the edge of the table, your climax coming fast. “M’boutta….m’boutta cum…” You said, your voice muffled from burying your head to the table.

“Hm? My principessa is about to cum?” Theo spoke, “Cum around my dick, I want to feel you soak me.”

It didn’t take long for you to cum once again, your juice covering Theo’s dick and thighs. He continued to pound into you until his thrusts got sloppy. “Going to cover this pretty ass all in my seed.” He muttered, more to himself than to you. He gave you one last deep thrust before pulling out and spilling his cum all over your ass.

You took deep breaths, your body still bent over the table, as Theo massaged your waist, a chuckle erupting from his throat.

“I didn’t know you were so kinky, bella. Good thing I casted that invisibility charm before you got here.”

Your eyes flew open in disbelief as you turned your head to look at him. That same shit-eating grin on his face from earlier.

Your boyfriend was going to be the death of you.

[nottswitch]

Pleasee 26 and 123 with lorenzo and stutt 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

hi, thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy this 💘

26. "come to bed." 123. "fix your makeup."

warnings: 18+ mdni, masturbating (m), oral (m receiving), cursing

⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; enzo m.list ; prompts (closed)

the way your ass moved in that skirt was the most sinful thing lorenzo had seen in his life. his darkened eyes were watching your every move with the intensity of a true snake, burning invisible holes thorough your body wherever they went. his demeanor was as nonchalant as ever, though, his legs spread wide on the bed, his hands clasped on his stomach. the grey sweatpants he was wearing did absolutely nothing to hide a visible bulge at the front, throbbing every few seconds underneath the thin fabric.

you were completely oblivious to his growing arousal, covering your lips with another layer of shiny lipgloss. lorenzo bit the inside of his cheek, his own lips already curled up in a smirk, and moved one of his hands down his body. his palm rested on top of his clothed erection, slowly moving up and down, which made his cock twitch even more. the way your lips shone in the bright lights coming from your vanity mirror made him imagine all the different ways he could make them shine from other things.

you smacked your lips together, evenly spreading out the gloss. the sounds went straight down south for lorenzo, whose hand was already slipping into his sweats.

"come to bed," he murmured, his voice smug as usual, but with a certain huskiness to it that immediately let you know what kind of thoughts were running through his head. you turned around, your eyebrow quirking up at the sight opening up to your eyes – lorenzo’s hand clearly moving, covered by the grey fabric of the only item of clothing on his body.

"well, babe, i’m going out," you answered, your voice filled with amusement and a hint of desire – it had never failed to arouse you just how much your mere existence could turn your boyfriend on. but then again, he was turned on nearly 24/7, the feeling only heightened by you being close – in this case, in the same room.

"don’t give a shit, honey,” lorenzo murmured, his hand lazily pumping and smearing precum all over his aching length. "shouldn’t’ve put this goddamn lipgloss on, baby. because the way it looks on you makes me think you’ve been planning this all along."

"no idea what you’re talking about, enz," you drawled, your voice a sing-song picture of innocence. however, the slow steps you were taking towards him were anything but. stopping right at the foot of the bed, you looked down at your boyfriend, your eyes eating up the entirety of his body and stopping right where his hand was still moving, the sweats revealing exactly what was happening underneath.

lorenzo smirked, noticing exactly where your gaze lingered, and it only fueled him to continue. if he knew you well, and he did, he really did, you’d give in right about…

his train of thought was interrupted by the mattress shifting slightly under your weight as you climbed onto the bed. his legs were already wide open, creating a perfect spot for you to fit right between them. your hand slowly, teasingly moved up his thigh, reaching his moving hand and pushing it away, all action coming to a halt. he removed it without questions, tucking his arms under his head and sinking into the pillow, watching you pulling his sweatpants down with that same smirk that never seemed to leave his lips.

now.

the tip of lorenzo’s cock was suddenly wrapped up in the warmth of your mouth, eliciting a breathy ‘fuck’ from him. your tongue swirled around, collecting the salty precum and dropping it onto his length in a thick blob, mixed with your saliva. your head lowered, taking him whole, inch by inch, until the back of your throat wasn’t so empty anymore.

"so eager, huh?" he murmured, the small sound of you gagging sending a pleasant vibration through his body. you looked up, meeting his sly stare with your eyes, and the sight of you in this position, with your shiny lips encircling his member almost made him cum on the spot. of course, he didn’t show it, only giving you a somewhat breathless chuckle as you started bobbing your head up and down.

traces of your gloss smeared all over his heated flesh as you sucked him off like he was the tastiest lollipop you’d ever had. lorenzo never strayed away from watching you, only sometimes glancing up to your ass, stuck out in the air in that delicious-looking short skirt that swayed each time you fully shoved yourself onto his cock. when your tongue started helping in bringing him to the peak of pleasure, lorenzo’s hips twitched and a gasp escaped him, signaling that his orgasm was getting closer and closer.

half a minute later, you sat up on your knees, your tongue swiping along your bottom lip to collect every last drop of white coating it. enzo watched you with a heated, yet irritatingly smug look, not bothering to pull his sweatpants up just yet.

"fix your makeup," he said with a chuckle, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek. "although, i do have to say, baby, that i much prefer you with this kinda gloss."

[leona-hawthorne]

lorenzo berkshire: how a relationship would be with my favorite male manipulator <3

(@mattnott this came out of the chat we had the other day LMAO ily zoya)

on the surface, lorenzo berkshire is just that guy. he’s effortlessly charming, polite, intelligent, and the kind of person who could convince anyone he’s the perfect human being. he’s the type who walks into a room and immediately draws everyone in—not by being loud or flashy, but by knowing exactly how to make himself seem approachable, kind, and maybe even a little vulnerable. but all of it is just a mask.

enzo is a master manipulator. he knows exactly how to get what he wants, and he does it by making people think they’re in control. he doesn’t argue or beg; instead, he plants ideas like seeds in your mind. “if that’s what you think is best,” he’ll say with a soft smile, knowing full fucking well you’ll second-guess yourself. he makes you feel like every decision was yours, even though he’s been guiding you the whole time. and the worst part? you don’t even realize it until it’s too late.

emotional manipulation and guilt-tripping

enzo doesn’t argue outright, but he’s an expert at making you feel like everything is your fault. when you expresses your feelings or doubts about your relationship, he deflects and twists the narrative.

“you’re overthinking again, love. you always do this—it’s like you’re looking for reasons to fight.”

“after everything i’ve done for you, this is how you see me? it just doesn’t seem fair, babe.”

the constant emotional exhaustion of always questioning yourself and feeling like the villain slowly pushes you to the edge.

subtle isolation

enzo doesn’t tell you to stop seeing your friends or family straight up—that would be too obvious. instead, he plants seeds of doubt about them, turning you against the people who care about you.

“it’s just… don’t you think your friends don’t really understand you? they don’t see the real you like i do. they’re only here for a good time. they wouldn’t stick with you when things are hard, like i do.”

“your sister’s always been jealous of you. it’s kind of obvious when you think about it. in fact… i think i she was flirting with me at the lake trip last weekend…”

over time, you feel more and more alone, with enzo as the only person left in your corner—and even that’s suffocating.

his temper leaks through

enzo prides himself on being calm and composed, but even he can’t keep the mask on forever. when you push back—when you really challenge him—his anger surfaces.

“you think you’re better than me now? after all i’ve done just to make you happy? you should be grateful i’m still putting up with you. no one else would.”

“you don’t get to treat me like this. i deserve better than your constant doubts.”

while he doesn't resort to outright aggression, the quiet, cutting anger and emotional coldness are enough to make you feel small and utterly helpless against him.

hypercritical tendencies

at first, enzo is the type to shower you with compliments. but once he has you, the nitpicking starts. he frames his criticisms as “helping” you or “protecting” you, but they’re really about control. he wants to cut you down until his words are the only form of validation you trust; the only ones that matter.

“that dress is nice, but it’s not really your color, is it?”

“i just think you’d be happier if you didn’t spend so much time on things that don’t matter.”

it’s not that he truly thinks badly of you; it’s just his way of slowly implementing his control. the constant criticism erodes your self-esteem, making you wonder if you’re ever enough for him.

dismisses your autonomy

enzo frames his controlling nature as “taking care of you” or “looking out for you,” but it’s really about stripping away your agency.

he might make decisions for you without asking, like ordering for you at a restaurant or canceling your plans because he thinks you “need rest.” you simply don’t get a say.

“i only did it because i know what’s best for you. you’d do the same for me if you cared as much as i do.”

over time, you realize you don’t have control over your own life anymore—and that terrifies you.

you start to feel like you’re losing your identity. the things you love—your hobbies, your friends, even your sense of self—have all been swallowed up by enzo’s world.

his fear of losing control turns ugly

when you start pulling away, enzo’s fear of losing you makes him tighten his grip. he might start tracking your whereabouts, showing up uninvited, or trying to manipulate you into staying.

“you’re not yourself lately, baby. i think you need me more than ever right now.”

“are you seriously leaving me after everything we’ve been through? i thought you were better than this. i thought you loved me—was it all a joke to you?”

his desperation exposes just how deeply insane, how utterly selfish he really is—and how dangerous it is to stay—but you still can’t help loving him.

the breaking point: seeing the mask slip

your breaking point comes when you finally see enzo for what he truly is. maybe it’s a moment of anger where his charm gives way to cold cruelty. maybe it’s realizing how isolated you’ve become or maybe it’s catching him in a lie.

“you know what? you’ll never find someone like me again. you’ll never find someone who loves you the way i do—or touches you the way i do.”

“go ahead and leave. but don’t come crawling back when you realize no one else will put up with you.”

and suddenly, the illusion you’ve clung to—the one where enzo is perfect, where his love is worth the pain—is shattered.

enzo doesn’t beg you to stay. no, he’s far more subtle. he sets the stage so that if you even think about leaving, the world around you becomes a constant reminder of him. your friends adore him. “enzo’s perfect for you,” they say, oblivious to his carefully crafted facade, oblivious to the fact that he doesn’t even want them within 50 feet of you. your family loves him because he’s gone out of his way to charm them. “he’s such a gentleman,” your mom gushes after he brings her flowers for no reason at all.

and when you confront him? he doesn’t argue. he doesn’t yell. instead, he sighs, looking at you with those soft, sad eyes. “i just wish you’d trust me,” he says, and suddenly you’re the one apologizing.

and enzo’s love isn’t love—it’s obsession. he doesn’t just want to be with you; he wants to consume you. he integrates himself so deeply into your life that it feels impossible to untangle yourself from him.

he’ll listen to all your favorite songs and tell you how much he loves them too. “this one reminds me of you,” he’ll say, and suddenly, every melody feels like it belongs to him.

he’ll watch all your favorite shows, quote them back to you, and make inside jokes so that even your comfort series becomes a part of his web.

he’ll charm your friends and family until they’re all on his side. “you’re lucky to have him,” they’ll say when you confide in them. and if you ever leave? they’ll tell you you’re making one of the biggest mistakes of your life.

“i just don’t understand,” he’ll say if you call him out. “everything i’ve ever done was for you. because i love you.”

and here’s the thing about enzo: even when he’s truly, deeply in love, he’s still toxic. love doesn’t magically make him a better person—it just changes the way he manipulates you. instead of using his charm to pull you in, he’ll use his insecurities to keep you there. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he whispers, and it sounds more like a warning than a confession. almost like he’s saying he’d become worthless without you.

but love does soften him in some ways. his need for control isn’t about power anymore; it’s about fear. he’s terrified of losing you, so he holds on tighter. he’s still manipulative, still controlling, but now it’s because he genuinely believes he can’t live without you.

enzo’s love is messy and overwhelming. it’s the kind of love that makes you feel like you’re drowning, but at the same time, you can’t imagine living without it. and that’s the tragedy of lorenzo berkshire: no matter what he does, you can’t help but love him anyway. even when you see his true colors, you’re already too far gone.

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

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[prythiansprincess]

— best friend! enzo ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ | in which enzo will stop at nothing to make you his...

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best friend! enzo — the guy best friend that every boyfriend worries about. the two of you are so close, practically attached at the hip, but you swear that nothing is going on between you two. you’re just really good friends; just friends. right? wrong. though he may look sweet and innocent, enzo is a master manipulator. he’ll lie, cheat, and steal to get the one thing that he wants most — you.

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smol blurb in where enzo is the best potions partner you can think of and mattheo's a smart ass coming straight from yap sessions with @musingsofahufflepuff 😌 please enjoy

"Everyone remember to cut your dugbog tongues into fourths as adding it all at once could have dire consequences to your brew," Slughorn held up a fourth of the large muscle in the air before dismissing you all to begin your potion work. It took all of your strength not to audibly gag before looking at the supplies on your table.

You stared at the dugbog tongue before you, "I am not touching that." Enzo, who was bent down setting up the cauldron stood to his full height, "What aren't you touching, babe?" You shake off a shiver, "I am not touching tongues." Enzo playfully scoffed, "What are you on about? We touch tongues all the time."

Rolling your eyes you pointed to the mass on the table, "I am not touching that tongue." Enzo smirked, picking up the thick muscle and dangling it in the air near your face. For good measure, he gave it a little wiggle, the tail end of the tongue now flicking words you with each movement of his wrist, "C'mon, love. Just give it a little kiss. Would be some good luck for our project."

You stiffened, speaking through gritted teeth, "Lorenzo get that bloody tongue away from me or we're never touching tongues again." Enzo huffed, tossing the dugbog tongue back on the table and grabbing the knife to prep it properly, "Alright, calm your nerves."

Mattheo scoffed from the table behind you, "Why are you even partnered with him, you know if you wanted to pass and not have to do the work you should've partnered with Nott." Mattheo then leaned back on his stool, crossing his arms over his chest, "That's what I did."

"Oi!" Theo threw his hands up, "I'm holding a knife you know." Mattheo rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah," he turned back to you then, "again, why pick Berk?" You gave Enzo a sheepish smile before simply answering, "Well...he touches all the gross things for me." Enzo faked an offended gasp, "That's all I'm good for? Touching tongues? And not even in the fun way...unbelievable."

Enzo showed the slightest hint of a smirk and you gave his shoulder a nudge, "You're the worst." Enzo held up a chunk of dugbog tongue, "You wanna rethink that statement, love?" You instinctually took a step backwards, "You're amazing, the best even. You're so so cool Enzo and I'm so thankful for you and all you do."

He smiled smugly, plopping the chunk of muscle into the potion with a wink, "Much better."

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A Bloom For Every Shade

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, best friend!enzo, reader wears nail polish

a/n - week two of hogmarch, using the dialogue prompt "if I tell you something, you have to promise not to laugh"

wordcount - 1k

The first time it happened, you thought nothing of it.

It was a bright yellow daffodil, carefully tucked behind your ear as Enzo grinned and ruffled your hair like he hadn’t just completely melted your heart. You had laughed, rolling your eyes, because this was just what Enzo did. He was always doing small, sweet things—balancing books on his head in the library just to make you laugh, sneaking you chocolate frogs after a long day, somehow always knowing when you needed a distraction and dragging you out onto the Quidditch stands to watch the sky shift into golds and purples.

So yeah, a flower? Not unusual.

But then it happened again.

A periwinkle bluebell. A soft pink carnation was next. And each time, Enzo would appear out of nowhere between classes, a small, smug grin on his face as he tucked the flower behind your ear.

You thought it was just a weird little habit of his.

Until your friend pointed it out.

“You do realize he’s matching them to your nails, right?”

You blinked at her over your cauldron, confused. “What?”

She gave you a look, gesturing toward your hands. You glanced down at them. Your nails were painted in a soft lavender today, the color already slightly chipped from digging around the dirt in Herbology.

Then your fingers brushed against the delicate petals behind your ear.

You frowned, pulling it out to look at it properly. A violet. The exact same shade as your nails.

Your stomach flipped.

“No way,” you said, but your voice was weaker now.

Your friend just smirked. “I’ve seen him do it for weeks. I think it’s cute.”

Cute.

You swallowed, your mind suddenly racing. Because now that you thought about it, every flower Enzo had ever given you matched your nail polish exactly. And not just roughly—perfectly. Which meant he wasn’t just picking random flowers.

He was checking. Every morning.

You felt warm all over.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” you mumbled.

She snorted. “Yeah, sure. And maybe Dumbledore doesn’t hide sweets in his beard.”

You didn’t respond. Because, well. What were you supposed to say?

That you had been helplessly, hopelessly in love with Enzo Berkshire for the better part of two years? That his stupid little flower habit was now making it infinitely worse?

Instead, you spent the rest of the day hyper-aware. Watching him when you thought he wasn’t looking. Noticing the way his gaze flickered down at your hands during breakfast. The way he disappeared between classes only to reappear with the exact right flower every time.

And then, because you were an absolute menace, you decided to test him.

That night, you painted each nail a different color.

Red. Blue. Yellow. Orange. Pink. Purple. Green. White.

The next morning, Enzo did his usual routine—casually greeting you, eyes flickering down to your hands. But this time, he hesitated. You bit back a grin, pretending not to notice the crease forming between his brows.

And then he disappeared.

All day, you waited. Watched for him between classes, in the halls, at lunch. But there was no flower.

Not until after dinner, when you were heading to the library.

You barely made it to the entrance before Enzo was in front of you, grinning like he had just won the House Cup, arms behind his back.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

You raised a brow. “Why?”

“Trust me.”

You huffed but did as he asked, feeling something soft press into your hands.

“Alright, open.”

When you did, your breath caught.

Because in your hands wasn’t just one flower. It was a whole bouquet.

A chaotic, mismatched collection of every color imaginable—poppies and cornflowers and buttercups and violets and daisies and peonies. Some were slightly wilted, clearly plucked from wherever he could find them. Others were vibrant and fresh, like he had really gone out of his way to track them down.

Your heart swelled.

“You—” Your voice faltered, eyes flickering up to meet his. “You really do match them.”

Enzo just grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Took you long enough to notice.”

Your chest felt impossibly warm, like it was about to burst. “Why?” you asked, voice quiet and gentle.

Enzo hesitated, the teasing glint in his eyes softening into something else—something quieter, something raw.

“If I tell you something,” he said slowly, “you have to promise not to laugh.”

Your breath hitched. You nodded. “I promise.”

He exhaled, glancing down before looking back at you with a crooked smile.

“I think I started doing it as an excuse,” he admitted. “At first, it was just something to make you smile. But then it became… I don’t know. A habit. Like I needed to do it. Like if I didn’t, something about my day would feel wrong.” His fingers tapped against his leg, a nervous tic you’d seen a hundred times before. “And maybe I kept doing it because… it was the only way I could say something without actually saying it.”

Your stomach flipped, something electric sparking in your chest.

“And what is it,” you asked softly, “that you’re trying to say?”

Enzo met your gaze, something so achingly fond in his expression that it made your breath catch.

“That I really, really like you,” he murmured. “And I have for a long time.”

Maybe it was the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. Maybe it was the way he had spent weeks doing this, all without saying a word. Or maybe it was just the way your heart had been aching for him for far too long.

But suddenly, you weren’t thinking anymore.

You stepped forward, tilting your chin up, and pressed your lips to his.

Enzo froze. Just for a second.

Then, his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer, kissing you back with a desperation that made your head spin.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Enzo just stared at you, like he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory. Then he grinned.

“So,” he said, voice teasing, “does this mean I should start bringing you entire bouquets every day?”

You laughed, tucking one of the flowers behind his ear this time.

“Only if you want to,” you murmured.

Enzo smiled, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Always.”

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