Okiii, so imagine mommy issues Riddle (19) accidentally calling MC (25) "mommy " while nonconning her after a love confession goes wrong. Omg imagine he getting her pregnant omg
Btw~♡ I love love your Yandere Idia series ~~~♡♡♡
ALWAYS MOMMA’S BOY - RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS X FEMALE READER
warnings : noncon, reader sees riddle as family, implied baby trapping in the end,dead dove do not eat
omg anon you might be a genius… i just dropped all of my drafts to work on this omg this is so good ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT!! IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOY THE SERIES :333 IF YOU EVER WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHING PLEASE DKN’T BE AFRAID I HOPE YOU ENJOY (＾▽＾)
HIS WAY WAS THE BEST WAY. for so long, riddle rosehearts have thought that. after all it had unraveled after his birth and had helped him in his days as a child, a teen, and when he was a fresh adult. the rules shaped his entire world, he thrived in everything that was planned ahead of time. he followed his mother’s rules, the school’s rules, everything that had and needed order. he flourished like a baby bird spreading its first wings. however with his crimson eyes blood shot red and his nose overrun by snot, that mindset crumbles, his composure weakens, the weight of your rejection broke his whole soul, “i’m sorry riddle but i don’t feel the same. i see you as family.” simple words but they were like fire, igniting his heart in immense sorrow with a bitter, smoky taste lingering in his mouth. it threw his whole mind into a loop. how could you reject him? it wasn’t supposed to happen! it’s not… possible?! mother taught him that if you do what you’re told, you’re gonna receive a bountiful amount of the things you desire. so why?.. why won’t you love him back? mother was always right! she could never be wrong! she taught him that! after days of harsh scoldings and cruel slaps and woeful tears, he would feel validated when mother would hold him so gently if he followed the rules, spoiling him to death with kisses and gifts, filling his empty heart.
now since he’s grown, he doesn’t spare a glance at the childish things his mother gave him. he’s grown now, he’s matured and just like any young adult, he wanted love… your love. you reminded him of her. at the start of his simple, office job, you were like a mother duckling, putting riddle under your wing. “my name is (Y/N) and guess I’ll be taking care of you from now on,” a mischievous grin striking out like gold, you shook his hands. you filled in the pieces where mother was void at. whenever his results ended in failure, you wouldn’t point them out instead your laughter would replace the room. “you tried your best and that’s all that matters,” you would pat his back. when mother seek for tranquility, you encouraged him to speak up. “your opinion is just as any important as rules,” you mentioned after noticing riddle’s troubled look. when his back was rigid with all of pressure and nervousness, you were there to take it off of him. even though you’re clearly not like her, you still had that same sense as his mother. a poise back that showed discipline, lips that spewed out fury and one that could especially strip people’s dignity to the bone, and eyes that covered just enough validation for him to continue going.
he flocked toward you like a child excited to showcase their drawings. you were someone he looked up to even though he was just a few years ago. he wanted to hear your compliments, he wanted to hear how well he did, he wanted to see you smile with an approving gaze. with paperworks in hand, he had assembled top-notch writings where every minuscule word was written in precise detail, he spoke very clearly, standing proud and tall (despite his miniature size), and most important of all, he had stood beside you like his life depends on your very existence.
love yielded unpredictable results and that might be the scariest part of it. his heart ached for you yet you refuse to look under his lenses. his confession dragged you away, and an awkward smile was placed upon you as he spilled a his feelings written out of yearning. the most humiliating part wasn’t the refusal… it was that you would consider him with familia love no matter what. the recent rejection haunted him for the following weeks. his work pace had started to fall apart like puzzle pieces scattered across the floor. you couldn’t even bear to look at him anymore and that had diverted his attention off course… now he’s blubbering around like some buffoon! everytime he would try to get your attention, your head would turn. why? just look at him… please! the diligent, rule-abiding riddle spirals into heartache, sadness, and finally rage. rage was a familiar friend to riddle, when everything goes wrong he would be right beside him, whispering words before triggering the explosion. face red and vocals aloud, he spreads his opinion like a huge flag waving side to side. he was used to breaking things, he was used to pushing when he wants things in place and unfortunately, he unleashed it all on you.
“i’m sorry (Y/N)…” bubbly hiccups escape from his mouth. he shakily grips onto your face, intertwining your lips with his, a tangy flavor emerges like weeds. “please.. please… f-forgive me… please…” he would chant, his words were like a prayer. inside he knew he was in the wrong but he hoped kissing you endlessly would appease his sins. “i love you so much…please…” he grinds his naked hips against yours, his dick teasing your clit—rubbing just the tip of your walls. a glistening hot feeling squirms inside you. “mMRFggh-rIDl,” your body wriggles against his weight on top of you. the air was sucked out of your lungs. this felt so wrong, so very wrong.
who knew when riddle came to apologize, he had something else in mind. who knew he would be pinning you against the counter top, your bodies interlocking each other. who knew he would be fucking you…with his cock and your pink clit against each other. who knew he would hit you, insult you, yell at you before sobbing his guts out. “riddle…” you whined yet your voice was overshadowed by riddle’s mumblings. his body was warm like a furnace in a cozy home, emitting your body into arousal, trancing you to one out for sexual desire. you groan, your brain fogs up from the contact. “…urgh please don’t….”
“(Y-Y/N)…” riddle moans, he bucks his hips forward. the sound of your voice saying his name like that caused his cheeks to flare up. his heart, like a wryly bird in a cage, flutters. he longed for this. isn’t this what lovers do? doesn’t he deserve this? each thought caused your skins to grow in contact together. the sound thickens the more it touches. your thick hole squeezes his cock heavenly. it was practically made for him! riddle bit his lip, leaning his head up as he kept thrusting in and out. you must feel as good as he is! surely, he’s doing a good job! riddle musters up the courage to drag his cock in and out, bouncing in all sides to try and get certain reactions out of you. the harder and faster he goes, the more your moans manage to cough out.
“mmph! y-you’re not supposed to do this… r-rieedle! ah…” you grip onto him. “riddle stop…” a bubbling feeling grows inside of him. his dick twitches after absorbing your words. his pupils look down at you—a look of disappointment panned across your lips. hot surges of shame swallows inside his throat.
“m-mommy!” he yelps, tears trickling down heavily. sobbing into your body, he continuously cries out “mom.” behind the evil glare and the puckered up frowns lay a child, desperate for his mommy’s approval. he would run and run, trying to catch up to her speeding expectations. he would pick up the crumbs yet he would only receive a disdainful look. riddle hated that the most. “mommy.. im sorry,” he weeps. “i’ll do whatever… please…” he lays into your chest, wrapping his arms around your hips as he rocks his body slowly. the brutal, fast pace now shifts into a gentle tone like a warm hot blanket kissing your crevic. the wet sounds, sobs, and moans mixed into a symphony—one out of pleasure, regret, and misery. your pussy snuggles into riddle’s, the hot and tight sensation begs for him to cum. “i-ill make you proud…” riddle whispers with a promise laced into it. “i’ll make you so so proud..”
his attention was now focused on you, making sure his actions was good enough to please you. he was always a good child. he was the best… right? riddle calculates like you were a math problem he needed to analyze. he holds you with such sincerity like you were the most precious thing in the world. his body dotes on you, making sure your pussy felt warm and comforted.
if only you didn’t see the riddle that would give a small, dorky smile… if only you didn’t see riddle that gets confused after simple acts of kindness. if only you didn’t seek out riddle like he was apart of your family. if only it wasn’t riddle.. “riddle!” strained cries filled the apartment, wetting riddle with your cum. you sobbed, waves of disgust overlapped your stomach.
at that moment, riddle finally bursts. “nngh!” he starts choking at his own voice… “m-mommy!” he fills you up with his warm cum, it gushes in like a flood… no…it was love.. he fills you up with his delightfully, perverted love. making sure it stays in place, he rocks his hips managing to edge out an another orgasm from you, letting out soft moans when you cum around his cock. he overstuffs you, feeling the gritty, white substance threatening to overfill out of your like a landslide. he makes sure he stays inside you. surely you’re proud of him… you must have felt so good…
the mere meanings of mother and love mixed into his tongue like a devil’s potion. the words blurred together to produce one thing—you were his forever… he’ll make sure it stays that way with the growing baby inside your womb.
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