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[anjujuela]

Ropes of Wisteria County

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Table of Contents:

Prologue

Chapter 1: Inherited Walls

Chapter 2: Don't Ignore the Attic

Chapter 3: Dove

Chapter 4: Ropes in the Garden

Chapter 5: Twisted Rhymes

Chapter 6: Discipline

Chapter 7: The Hush

Chapter 8: Attic Whispers

Chapter 9: Wisteria's Warning

Chapter 10: Inheritance

Chapter 11: The Ties That Bind

Chapter 12: Dove, Reborn

Chapter 13: Breaking the Cycle

Chapter 14: The Rope Tree

Epilogue

[anjujuela]

Enz w a beer bottle??

crdts to Ludi's IG story

[anjujuela]

🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ (sorry for the late post lawl)

[oneglass-zinfandel]

Hoodie Hassle

Pairing : Mattheo Riddle x FEM!Reader CW : pillow humping, getting caught, masturbation, implied cunnilingus, dirty talk Plot : You stole Mattheo's hoodie, deciding to hump your pillow while taking in his scent. Unfortunately or not, he caught you. Warning : 18+ Smut, Lemon !!! A/N : i was doing a character ai bot and i basically did the following plot so i wanted to write it out too 👅👅 hopefully ill actually start writing more, ill take inspo from my personal character ai chats lol

A/N 2.0 : this was written A WHILE ago, and I'm finally finishing it :3

(Lets say everyone has their own dorm and theres phones for the sake of convenience 😁)

A casual Saturday for you, staying in your dorm all day, doing nothing and most importantly, having a peaceful day away from Mattheo. You two were...enemies? Enemies with tension? He flirted and teased you one second, calling you nicknames, and the next he was being a insufferable nuisance picking fights. As for you, well you couldn't resist him secretly, the way he purred out your name and nicknames, the way he teased you with little touches..and his stupid cologne.

You managed to steal his hoodie, being left out in the open after class, and being the last to leave..you snatched it. Why would you steal his hoodie anyways? You could definitely lie about it. Of course you stole it because it had his scent. He put on a shit tone of cologne in front of you to tease you, stinking up the whole room with a evil laugh as you got ever so slightly flustered...or maybe you got red from all the coughing.

Taking it and going to your room he didnt mention it once. But now, the next day while youre trying to relax on your bed... slightly humping the pillow while wearing his hoodie, Mattheo himself starts to bother you.

You sit there flustured realizing he might just have figured you out...but then again maybe he was just trying to check if you took it or someone else? Nevertheless you would simply deny deny deny.

He stopped answering after a bit as you melt back into your bed, getting needier as you bury your face into the collar of the hoodie. Having no pants on, your pussy humping at the pillow, only your cotton panties separate you. You might as well cum from this alone..hitting just the right angle. It wasent just that, it was the memory of his teasing, his voice, how he called you doll and princess. Not to mention his hands, surely he knew how to use them just right.

You might be insane, but you had a poker face, so it wasent uncommon for you to fantasize while he was right there. Sitting in class yesterday, leaning back in your chair out of his field of view as you steal glances at his hands..veiny and skilled. You squeezed your legs knowing youd use those mental images later.

And that you did..as you whine into the pillow. It felt so good but it would never be enough. Maybe youd be able to convince him to do it with you and forget about it. A one night stand..but you didnt want that. You wanted him to tell you how pretty you are for him, wanted it to be genuine. For him to slide his fingers between your legs because hes desperate.

Just as youre getting close to a shitty orgasm, theres a knock on your door making you jump.

"Y/N open up!" Mattheo yells thru the door sounding impatient

"Fuck off im busy!"

"I know youre not fucking studying, if youre busy youre jerking off, now give me my hoodie back"

Obviously he said it as a weird joke...but why was he right! Thats not fair at all!

You straighten up not answering, having brain lag, but before you can remove the pillow from between your legs or at least remove his hoodie, he opens your door with a stupid spell.

Stepping a foot in his eyes lock on you, hair slightly messy, in his hoodie, legs bare, and a damn pillow between your legs. Not to mention yout pretty red face. Shock quickly turns into a surprised-amused expression as he closes the door behind him.

"Its not what it looks like..." You manage to say knowing you cant possibly think of a single lie thats even a bit believable.

"Yeah? Cuz it looks like you were riding that pillow begging me to replace it" his voice came out smooth in a 'matter-of-fact' tone as he locked the damn door.

You try to think fast, taking the pillow from in-between your legs and throwing it at him, naturally he catches it holding it up with two fingers, like hes disgusted. "You really think this can satisfy you over the real thing? Im offended Princess..." You can just hear the teasing in his voice.

"Mattheo i swear to Merlin..get out" you cant help the neediness still in your voice as you continue "please."

Oh you shouldn't have said that. His smirk widened. Throwing the pillow back on your bed before coming closer slowly.

"You don't want that do you" It wasent exactly a question to him, as he crooked his head to the side watching you frozen on your bed. Probably still aching as he continues, stopping at your side.

"Maybe i should stay, at least give you something to look at while you finish"

What are you supposed to say to that??

You could only straighten up a bit as your thighs squeeze together subconsciously, the orgasm ruined but the ache remained. You go to speak stuttering slightly thru it

"You- youre such a pervert- I know you jerk off all the time! I-- i can do it too!"

You had no idea what you were saying..and he found it insanely funny as he rubs his mouth slightly chucking.

"Oh i never said you cant touch your pretty pussy baby. I just said i could take care of it wayyy better" The way he eyed you and spoke... usually youd deny deny deny all his teasing and anything that could imply he liked you too..but now? You decided to give in.

"Oh yeah?..prove it" you say slightly quieter than you wanted to. You felt the matress dip under you as he sat on the matress in front of you, in between your legs, hand on your knee instantly.

"Be a good girl for me and lift our hoodie"

You silently obey, nervously lifting it to reveal your panties, still soaked from how much you needed him. And maybe they were a bit.. big? Not quite a nice fit. But because of that they slid to the side a bit. Giving him a teasing peak at your cunt under.

He sucked in a breath running the hand up your thigh without a word as he reached your panties tugging the rest of the fabric aside giving him a nice look at your prettiest part.

Glistening and needing, you couldn't help but clench over nothing.

"Fuck...so pretty sweetheart" he breathed out, his thumb teasing your pussy apart, giving him a nice look as you let out a small whine at the hot gesture. "So wet for me..did you hump the pillow thinking its me huh? Thinking of me ruining this pretty pussy?" He spoke way to smooth yet lost in thought. Thinking of ruining you in every way possible.

Your words come out quiet as you suck in a breath "yeah... thought of you..". It was to late to back out now. You might as well be honest and get your reward for being obedient.

Mattheo felt himself twitch a bit at that. He rubs his thumb over your hole, before looking up at you finally. "Lift your hips sweetheart"

You lift your hips as he slides the panties off, looking at them for a moment before throwing them on the floor, pulling you in closer by your hips making your breath hitch. Bending you just slightly to get a good view at your folds.

"Wha-- what are you doing.." as you speak your voice only gets quieter. You knew exactly what was going on, but fuck you just wanted to hear him say it.

"Just appreciating..." He mumbles sliding his fingers over your pussy, watching it flutter as he rubs them over your slit.

"Does it always look this wet when im around baby?"

His question confuses you a moment. "Huh?.."

"You always look me over during Quidditch practice or matches.. watching my hands...dont think i never saw you glance at my crotch~" he smirks at the last bit remembering your accidental glances.

You gulp trying to defend yourself "okay well..not like i get wet just-" "-needy?" He finished the sentence for you. You cant help but nod, thrusting your hips slightly as he kept teasing you. "Yeah.. needy"

With that he thrusts a long middle finger in, slowly pushing it in, and twisting it around.

"Such a warm place...making me wish iv done this sooner" he breaths out bending his neck to speak so close to your pussy so youd feel his breath.

You throw your head back at his words. He knew exactly how to get you to fold for him and thats exactly what you loved. Youd never need to tell him what to say or do...he just knew. Just like he knew how to play with you now.

[anjujuela]

The Ropes of Wisteria County

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Chapter 3: Dove

The voice came again that night.

Soft.

Low.

"Dove."

Lina bolted upright in bed, heart hammering. Her room was dimly lit by the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the walls. No music box tonight. No creaking attic.

Just the word.

"Dove."

She clutched the blanket tighter to her chest. Was it a threat? A warning?

She didn't sleep again until sunrise.

⸻

By morning, her mother was already in a bad mood. The toast was burnt, the coffee weak, and every breath Lina took was "too loud." Her father barely looked at her, focused on his phone, muttering sharp replies to emails she wasn't supposed to hear.

"You look tired," her mother said flatly.

"I didn't sleep."

"Right. Because of the ghosts again?"

"I'm telling you—something said 'Dove' last night. Whispered it. In my room."

Her father finally looked up.

The stare he gave her wasn't concerned. It was cold. Familiar.

"I don't want to hear another word about this haunting nonsense," he said. "You'll embarrass us in this town."

She stared back.

Something about the way he spoke—the way he clenched his jaw—felt wrong.

Too controlled. Too practiced.

⸻

Lina skipped her online classes that afternoon. She couldn't focus. The name echoed in her mind like a curse.

"Dove."

She scoured old books in the dusty living room shelves. Found a locked drawer in the desk, a rusted key in the fireplace mantle, and—finally—a worn, brittle diary shoved between two cookbooks in the kitchen cabinet.

The name inside the front cover:

Delilah R.

But the pages were water-damaged. Torn. Some had ink smeared beyond recognition. Still, Lina read what she could.

"He called me useless. Empty. I want to scream but I smile instead."

Her hands shook. The words—though years old—felt too familiar.

And then:

"If I ever have a child, I'll call her Dove. Pure. Gentle. Free."

Lina blinked.

What?

That was when she heard it again.

Right behind her ear.

"Dove."

She turned—no one.

But the attic door?

It was open.

Again.

[anjujuela]

The Ropes of Wisteria County

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Chapter 2: Don't Ignore the Attic

The attic door creaked again.

This time, Lina hadn't even touched it.

She stood at the top of the staircase, backpack slung over one shoulder, frozen as the narrow door slowly, silently eased open an inch. Just enough to say: I see you.

Just enough to invite her closer.

The house had been colder than usual all day, despite the spring sunshine outside. Her fingers were half-numb when she reached for the knob—again—and tested it.

Locked. As always.

Her father had bolted it the moment they moved in.

Yet there it was. Open.

She swallowed.

Then the music started.

That damn lullaby again. Tinny. Sweet. Off-key. Drifting from behind the door like smoke.

She took a step back.

And the door slammed shut.

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Her mother swore it was the wind. "You probably didn't close your window," she said over dinner. "Old houses creak and move. If you're scared of that, you'll never survive adulthood."

Her father said nothing. He never did.

But it wasn't just the door anymore.

That night, the music played again—just for a few seconds.

Lina ripped open every drawer in her room, checked every bag, every box. Nothing. No toy. No music box.

Just the sound fading into silence again.

⸻

By the third day, her fingers were always cold.

Even with gloves.

Even in the sun.

She noticed things.

A trail of white feathers leading from the hallway to her room, then disappearing.

Her mirror fogging despite a dry room.

And whispers.

Not full sentences.

Just soft rhymes.

"Don't ignore the attic... she hates being ignored..."

Sometimes they sounded like her own voice.

Sometimes... not.

⸻

She told her mother.

"I think someone's trying to talk to me," she whispered over breakfast.

Her mother scoffed. "You just want attention."

"No, I really think—"

"Oh please. There's no such thing as ghosts. Stop acting like a freak."

Lina's hands curled into fists under the table.

Her father flipped a page of his newspaper. No eye contact. No help.

Lina left the room.

And the music followed her.

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That night, as she sat curled in her bed, something tapped on her window.

Not from outside.

From inside.

She turned—and her breath left her lungs.

There, in the reflection of her vanity mirror, stood a girl.

Not much older than her.

Pale. Wet. Rope-burned.

Smiling.

Softly, gently, she whispered:

"Dove, the attic's not a cage.

It's where I weep. It's where I rage..."

And just as Lina turned, the figure vanished.

Only a white feather remained on her pillow.

[anjujuela]

The Ropes of Wisteria County

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Chapter 1: Inherited Walls

Lina Delos Reyes wasn't sure if the house was watching her, or if she was simply watching it.

It stared back in silence. White paint, long faded to gray. Vines of wisteria clung to its bones like old memories—twisting, blooming, dying, and blooming again. Its attic window—high and square—reflected nothing but overcast skies and questions.

"It's... definitely old," her mother said from behind her, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"It smells like someone died here," Lina muttered under her breath.

Her father didn't respond. He was already halfway up the porch, keys jingling as he unlocked the door to their "fresh start." That's what he called it after the fallout from the last city—after Lina's panic attacks, after her teachers started asking too many questions, after the neighbors looked too closely at the bruises and the silences.

A fresh start, in an inherited house they knew nothing about.

"Well?" her mother said sharply. "Are you going to stand there all day, or help with the boxes?"

Lina stared at the attic window once more.

A soft wind rustled the wisteria.

She could've sworn she saw something shift behind the glass.

A girl.

Or maybe just a shadow.

She blinked. It was gone.

The house was colder inside than it looked. Stale air. Faint mildew. Dust as thick as silence. Every floorboard creaked with memory.

The living room still held remnants of an older generation: faded wallpaper, porcelain dolls in a glass cabinet, an ancient music box sitting still on the mantel.

"That's vintage," her mom noted, running her finger across the music box and frowning at the layer of dust. "Must've belonged to whoever owned this place before."

"It belonged to us," her father said. "My grandfather's family."

Lina tilted her head. "Wait, what?"

He didn't elaborate. He never did.

That night, Lina stood in the hallway outside the attic door.

It was locked.

The only door in the house that didn't open.

She wasn't trying to go inside—at least, that's what she told herself. But she was standing there. Barefoot. In her pajamas. The hallway cold. The wallpaper peeling.

And then—

The faintest sound.

Not a creak.

Not footsteps.

A voice.

High. Soft. Singing.

"Hush now, Dove, don't make a sound...

The ropes still whisper underground."

Lina stepped back.

Her breath caught.

No one else heard it.

Not her mother. Not her father.

Only her.

[anjujuela]

The Ropes of Wisteria County

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Prologue:

Wisteria County, 1955

The attic didn't creak when Delilah moved. It sighed.

The weight of the world didn't press down on her shoulders anymore—it had buried itself in her spine long ago, wrapping around her like the thick, rotting wisteria vines outside. The scent drifted in through the cracked window, sickly sweet, like something dying and pretending it wasn't.

Her bare feet touched the dusty floorboards, each step soft, deliberate, ritualistic.

Below her, muffled voices echoed—shouts laced in venom and disappointment. Her mother's usual shrill bite. Her father's low growl, sharper than his belt. But up here... there was quiet. Almost peace. Almost.

Delilah stood by the attic beam, rope clutched in trembling hands.

She had braided it herself, not out of haste, but with precision. Each knot held the echo of her secrets. Her brokenness. Her final wish.

She had wanted to be a writer once.

She had wanted to name her daughter Dove.

"Break the chain," she whispered. "Be the end, not another link."

She stepped onto the creaky stool, the kind her mother had once made her kneel on for hours after backtalking. Now it would serve a new purpose. A release.

But Delilah wasn't crying.

She had done that already.

She wasn't angry, either.

She was... hollow. And yet, strangely full of something: a soft hope she couldn't explain. A whisper that perhaps, someday, someone would hear her. Someone would understand. Maybe Dove.

She looped the rope around the beam.

Tied it gently.

Lifted it around her neck.

One last look.

The attic window framed the horizon—gold and fading. The trees below swayed gently as if waving her off.

And then—her voice.

A whisper, almost a lullaby.

"Ring-a-round the ribbon tree,

Mommy's lies and Daddy's scream.

Ashes to silence, bones to rope—

A little girl who lost her hope."

She stepped off the stool.

The attic sighed again.

And then, silence.

Only the scent of wisteria and the faint sound of a music box beginning to play on its own downstairs—

an old, broken lullaby.

[lifewithelle]

✨️All About Me✨️

⚠️TW: long read ahead⚠️

Hey guys so... just before anything and everything else I have been im Tumblr for almost 2 or 3 years. I started off as anjwrites (now @ssslytherinsworldx) for writing/sharing my stories to the world, and honestly... it ended up as a fandom account for anything Slytherin. I also have a loass account where I share experiences and everything about the law of assumption

(@loasselle)

This blog, lifewithelle serves as my personal blog from day to day to just the randomest shit ever

Anyway for the actual intro

- Elle or Anj (my nicknames)

- age rather not say

- I am 🇵🇭 (but I have 🇪🇸🇨🇳 ancestry)

- I speak English obvi, Filipino (specifically the Tagalog dialect), a little bit of French, Italian and Spanish

- I love travelling

- Crochet obsessed

- STEM student but will pursue Arts and Design

Other things

- Fave Season: Autumn and Spring

- Where I'd like to go in the future: Italy, Europe in general

- Fave color: Black, Pink (magenta or bubblegum), Blue (navy, or baby), Green (mint or sage), Purple (lavender)

- Future career: actress, film director or playwright

- Fave books: Harry Potter Series, Cinnamon Girl (specifically starting Over), University Series (from Wattpad, its a Filipino fictional series), Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet

Fave movies:

Fave artists [singers]: Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Doja Cat, Chappel Roan, Ariana Grande, Olivia Rodrigo, Shakira, Rihanna, Beyonce, Ed Sheeran, Justin Bieber, Eminem, Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry, 1 Direction, NIKI, Little Mix, Gracie Abrams

Hobbies: Travelling, Writing, Singing, Crochet, Scrolling Through social media, Sleeping, Eating, Volleyball, Guitar playing, Photography (any type)

Personality: Introverted

Fave animals: Cats, Dogs, Birds, Butterflies,Praying Mantis, Dolphins, Sharks, Horses, Beluga whales, Tigers, Lions

[anjujuela]

mio marito 🤤😵‍💫🥴🥴🥴

[anjujuela]

Babe??!!😭🥹🥹🥹

[anjujuela]

mine (seriously)😭😩😩🤪🤪🤪🤪

[anjujuela]

Just some poem I wrote

[anjujuela]

Yall this blog is for writing/ creative writing. I have a personal blog called @lifewithelle

[pineapplepr1nc3ss888]

ASSUMING: HOW TO ASSUME

okay i want you to all to have a look at your every day life. how do your friends act? how do your parents act? how do your siblings act? remember now this is your reality, we all show up differently in everyone’s realities.

are your parents strict or chill?

are your siblings mean? annoying? clingy? avoidant?

are your friends involving you in stuff? are they supportive? are they bitches?

let’s say you have a sibling, you believe they are annoying and all they do is constantly annoy you. now why do you think they constantly annoy you? because you believe they are annoying and always trying to annoy you. that’s what you believe, that’s what you are telling your subconscious and that creates a dominant belief your subconscious constantly produces into your reality. your sibling will constantly be annoying because you never change that assumption you have of them.

it is the same with parents being strict, you have that assumption/belief they are strict so they will keep being strict until you change that assumption.

same with friends or an SP, whatever you believe about that person will show up in your reality.

if you think manifesting people is hard, it is going to be hard for you no matter what you affirm because you believe it’s hard, start assuming or believing it’s easy, you will see your manifestation come in faster.

if you think manifesting in general is hard, guess what girl? it’s gonna be hard for you.

if you think you need multiple techniques to induce the void, well guess what your gonna need multiple techniques, you need to assume you don’t need anything and can induce it easily and just that it’s easy to enter, take that void shit for manifesting off the damn pedestal you don’t need it, enter with the knowing you can manifest in there, but tell yourself you know you can enter without a method you are using a method to just simply help with taking awareness of the 3d even though you don’t need it.

manifesting is always instant if you believe if it to be.

it is so simple, don’t overcomplicate it.

remember when you used to so strongly believe in Santa? or the Tooth Fairy?

believing = assuming.

you can easily just assume.

everything is already yours, take manifesting off a pedestal and put yourself on it. you are a fucking god. don’t forget your power and stop fucking giving your power to the 3d.

only need you and your assumptions baby.

[theodorenmyth]

Sweater ♡︎

Peace ♡︎

Forbidden love 𐙚

Protection ᡣ𐭩

Jealousy Unveiled ♡︎

Hidden affections ♡︎

Hurtful Habits ♡︎

Realising Love ♡︎

Unwanted Haircut ᡣ𐭩

Vape-loss ♡︎

Perfect Proposal ♡︎

Privilege ♡︎

Eyes that drown ♡︎

Weight of the wings ᡣ𐭩

The secret between professors ♡︎

Behind closed doors ♡︎

Breaking the tradition (SEQUEL TO "Forbidden Love") ᡣ𐭩

A twinge of green ᡣ𐭩

Envious echoes ♡︎

Sun and moon ♡︎

Healing hearts ᡣ𐭩

Startled affections ♡︎

Envious hearts ♡︎

Marked by love ✶

Parole sussurate ♡︎

Protective affections ♡︎

Head kiss habit ♡︎

Dad reflex ♡︎

Italian trouble ♡︎

A perfect day ♡︎

Bound by Tuscany ♡︎

Traitor ✽

[velarisvixxen]

theo with a breeding kink who just wants to get y/n pregnant, he will literally do them for hours just to make sure the chances of them getting pregnant are high. this w maybe some spanking and mommy/daddy kink

Anon holy fuckkkkkk the fact this is one of my biggest kinks LMAO, alright let’s get into itttttt

Breed Me

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is so determined to breed you that he goes all night long

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, modern au, chars 18+, bf!theo, boyfriend!theo, PIV, rough sex, doggy, creampie(s), breeding kink, impregnation, spanking, rough sex, dirty talk, degrading, daddy kink, dom&sub, Theo filling us the fuck up

Two hours, two fucking hours later and so many creampies you had both lost count, your body and mind were in a haze. —Swat swat swat!— Theo’s heavy hand landed across your already welted ass cheek.

“Fuck! Yes, daddy—“ Crying out in sheer pleasure, your body was a mess. A mess made by Theodore Nott. And fuck— Did he absolutely adore the mess of you. “That’s right, does my little cumslut wanna be filled up again, hm?”

Pounding into you at great force, you perked your ass higher for your boyfriend. Your knees shaky against the dampened bedsheets. “Y-yes, p-please give me that cum, daddy!”

Little did you know, besides the crazy breeding kink you both had, Theo was hoping for one thing tonight. Getting you pregnant. It wasn’t that you were against it either. “Cazzo- I bet you feel so full, don't you? So full of my cock and cum?”

Through your whimpers, you could feel him drilling into your cum soaked pussy even harder than before. His previous seed spilling out from each thrust, His cock twitching between your stretched-out walls. “Mmhmmmm- Gods— I love it! I love it- fuck!- so…so much!”

Your whimpers, moans, everything was almost too much for your boyfriend. Ramming into you even harder, He smacked across your ass once again. “Gonna fill you the fuck up- Breed you, Cara— Fuck!-“ His toned body jerked, feeling the warmness of his hot sticky cum shoot along your cervix.

But Theo didn’t stop- Oh no. You both were riding out the high of unprotected messy sex together. The entire night he fucked you, destroyed you, filled you the fuck up. Switching you in every position known to man. Breeding you until the chances of pregnancy were so high, it had to happen.

AHHHHH I had sm fun writing this Drabble! I’m a slut for breeding hehehe

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Love all my smut sluts soooo much💋