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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) sooo..I hear your requests are open? Can I maybe Request Overblot Riddle breeding Mc/Yuu/s/o? Mc tries to calm him down and is being so caring and kind to overblotted riddle that he thought ‘that’s the one,the person I want to rule with’

Btw your both blogs are AMAZING! Your writing is so good! ^^ please have a nice day/night! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

note: hi anon! my pinned post always says whether i'm accepting requests or not <3 rn, i'm clearing up my requests and thank you, i actually haven't taken care of my other one for a while but i'll write more when the time comes (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

format: one-shot

warnings: afab!reader, dubcon, shameless smut, mean!dom riddle, mind break, finger fucking, riding his fingers, implied degredation kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, unrealistic cervix fucking

word count: 3.0k

The blue skies that oversaw the little parties of the dorm were now inevitably covered by black mist, protruding into the air, painting it with darkness. The source of this nightmarish sight came from none but the dorm leader of Heartslabyul. You didn't know that Ace's actions would lead to this. But to think that this coup d'etat was the last straw to finally push Riddle on the brink of insanity.

Overblot.

You've faintly heard the word before the people begin to scatter, screaming and shouting due to the massive intake of blot in their lungs. You're not sure if inhaling the scent was toxic but you can't move. Your eyes widen by the sudden change of events, completely standing still as you attempt to process the tragedy unfolding in front of you. Incoherent noises merge inharmoniously as you pick up on certain voices.

Trey is rushing to get all the students evacuated alongside Cater, who tries to calm the panicked crowd. Your friends, Ace and Deuce, were behind you - trying to pry you away from your own mind as their words failed to reach you, ears beginning to ring due the massive uproar. You blankly stare as if you're mesmerised instead of terrified. The smile that forms on Riddle's face when he turns his gaze on you confirms it.

The monster looming behind him goes to seek its own chaos when it rushes past behind you, targeting your companions. The urge to run to them is there but you realise you can't when hands snake around your waist. "Y/N, there's no need to run." His voice is perturbing, like there's two people talking at once. You stare at him in disbelief, prying his hands off of you. "Riddle..." His name feels off on your tongue. You back away from him the expression on your face is threading the line between worry and anger.

The smirk he wore radiates this eccentricity you can't explain, making you feel small and scrutinised. It wasn't the first time you've felt like this in his presence. Your initial meeting during the unbirthday party is proof of that. He disregarded your opinions, blatantly disrespected you and your friends - more so, when he called you uneducated, degrading you and your family background.

You're wary of your unfortunate predicament. No doubt he can skewer your head in an instant as you're completely magicless unable to defend yourself with the advanced magic that Riddle possesses. Riddle tilts his head, his feet still floating over the ground, before placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're so quiet, Y/N. It's quite ironic since you were mouthing off earlier? Don't you think so?" The question is rhetorical, serving its purpose to vex you.

A shaky breath escapes you and you muster whatever courage you have inside to at least bring him back to his senses. "Riddle." Your voice is sterner than it is as you place a hand on his cheek, the ink sticking onto your palm.

"I'm so sorry if I've offended you in any way, but-" Your words are caught off by his sardonic laughter but you continue. "But you have to look around, you're destroying the environment, littering across the school grounds, hurting innocent students - How many rules do you think you've broken? Could please at least calm down for a moment?"

There's a moment of silence, so sharp that you swear it feels like it was stabbing you throughout this unnerving conversation. Riddle simply smiles and takes your hand. "Perhaps you're right. I have broken quite a lot of rules as of now." His words feel like the calm before the storm.

"But... how do you suppose you'll make it up to me?" You look at him, confused then his hand snakes up to your throat before it encloses, cutting off your airway. "You've defied my orders, caused chaos, and broke the rules." You barely register his words to his harsh grip but your nails dig into his ink covered hand.

"Why do you think I should let a magicless uneducated student like you live? Give me a good reason, Y/N." Ragged breaths come from your form as you begin to see black spots in your vision. Cruel. Hypocrite. Tyrant. If you have the ability to speak against him, you would.

Riddle can only witness how pathetic you are - putty in his hands as you get closer to passing out due to lack of oxygen. He must admit that the tears at the corner of your eyes are adorable. It's a shame that you got on his nerves. Breaking your neck is an easy feat but he can't help but wonder how far you're willing to go to earn his forgiveness.

Releasing your neck, you immediately collapse on the ground into coughing fits as you take deep breaths. Riddle kneels on one knee to reach your eyes level and smiles. "I'm giving you one chance to answer, Y/N. Why should I let you live?"

You're beyond terrified - his eyes no longer belonged to the esteemed dorm leader but a deranged man. You don't want to die and that's obvious enough as your pupils begin frantically searching every direction as if it's going to give you the answer he wanted.

"Anything." You blurt out in a panic. "I'll do anything."

His smile drops at your sudden statement. “Anything?” He echoes back to himself before he stands up. "Is that so?” He tilts his head as his own question but the tone of his voice is cheerier than you wanted it to be - like a child receiving a christmas present getting what they wished for.

He hums for a moment, contemplating his choices. You can't read his mind and through your frustration, you're gripping the grass to stress relief. You should've taken the chance to run when you had it. "Follow me." Riddle's voice breaks your internal monologue of scolding yourself and you follow suit - afraid of the consequences if you don't.

Every step is a burden added to your shoulders because you don't know where this is headed. For all you know, he could be leading you to your death. The soft crunches of the grass beneath your shoes should be a foreboding sign.

It's commendable, really, to think about how much audacity this man is quietly leading you to God knows where - walking nonchalantly as if he didn't try to kill all the students, kill you, a while ago. But at the same time, it's fascinating because you don't know the concept of how long Riddle will be in this state. He's terrifyingly calm even though his anger issues should've arised by now.

The tall bushes and the crimson painted roses isn't exactly the fondest picture. The path is now clear but the different routes can surely make anyone lost inside, except Riddle - who you're sure memorised the entire pathway system of the labyrinth.

"Do you know why I've brought you here?" The question seems rhetorical to you but you decide it's better to humour him. "Why?" He doesn't answer and simply walks near towards the bushels and picks out a rose.

Riddle plays with the petals of the rose, observing the uncleanliness of how it was painted. The roses aren't fully painted red as he sees the original whiteness of the rose. Annoyed by this, he crushes the flower in his hand and the petals melancholically fall apart.

"I want you to strip."

You blink twice trying to process his request and immediately, you're hit with the realization why he lead you to somewhere secluded. For one, you certainly didn't expect his boldness. But the moment you open your mouth to refute, you're pinned to the ground - one hand pinning both of your hands above your head and one on your mouth to keep it shut.

His maddened eyes stare at yours and you know he isn't joking. "You said you'd do anything, didn't you?" The tone of his voice is sickenly sweet and you're pissed off at the point he's using your own words against you.

The dorm leader, on the other hand, knows that you weren't going to be true to your words. But he's true to what he is - a controlling freak. Lowering your guard for a man who wasn't himself is entirely your fault to begin with.

"It really amazes me how fickle you can be. Didn't you want to live? Didn't you hate me? Or does hating me bring us back to this expense, hm? '' Riddle seems like he's enjoying this more than he should. "Don't you think I should punish you for your indecisiveness?"

Punish.

It's such a simple word that you can't help but despise.

His knee is wedged between your legs, roughly grinding against your crotch as his hands still pin your original position. You can feel the Cheshire grin on his face when he leans down and starts dragging his tongue across your neck. "It's really simple. You allow me to do as I please and I'll let you live."

You’re hyperventilating as you nod, dragging your hips to meet his knee. “That’s a good pet.” He says like it’s a compliment when nothing about being desperate to live is a good look on anybody.

Riddle observes you as he removes his hands away from you. Your cheeks have tear stains and your hair is dishevelled. The way your chest raises up and down makes him smile in pride, knowing he’s the reason you’re like this.

“Y/N. I don’t know if I should tell you this really. But I don’t like disobedience.” He rambles like he’s talking about his problems to a close friend before he rips your uniform open, tearing it to shreds.

He hums in agreement when he pulls down your bra and your breast spills out the material. He giggles when he sees the redness of your cheeks. “You’re really cute when you try to be, Y/N.”

You glare at him but that defiance doesn't last long when he kneads on your breasts, twisting your nipples harshly. You moan against your will and the embarrassment catches up to you. His hands latch on your belt, loosening your pants before getting rid of them.

"I like you like this better than I would've imagined you to be," He says as he massages two fingers against your clothed sex and your thighs instinctively rub each other for more friction. A small patronising laugh leaves him when your reactions don't go unnoticed. "You're really disgusting," Riddle says as if his cock isn't painfully hard.

You don't know what to do in this situation. It's not something you've planned. Do you allow him to do as he pleases? Do you enjoy it because there's nothing else you can do? What awful choices you have to choose from. "Riddle..." You say his name as you cover your face with your arm.

Fuck. You feel his hand push your panties to the side before two of his fingers are portrudding your walls - scissoring them inside, twisting them before pumping them agonisingly slow. Your toes curl when his digits brush against your g-spot. "Fuck, Riddle..." You moan while bucking your hips to meet his hand.

"Such words shouldn't be uttered by a lady." Another lecture but the way his hand is harshly thrusting up inside you makes you see white spots in your vision, clenching around his digits as you moan his name wantonly. You're not aware by your own actions but he's fucking his fingers into you so well that you become a hostage of your own body as the pleasure sending jolts down your spine making you arch towards him.

Riddle hums as he observes your cunt swallowing his fingers and smiles to himself like he's praising himself for an achievement he's done. You're acting like a whore because of him and though he finds it endearing, his mind spirals further because this vulnerable sight of you is being presented to him oh so deliciously.

His head lowers down and he can't stop himself from licking a strip of your clit before sucking it. "Good..." He hardly hears it and then you say it again, until your hand is tugging him by his hair. "Hng, feels so good." Your mind is going blank and you want to come too badly. Filled up, your subconscious thinks. You want to be filled up. But you restraint yourself from whimpering the phrase.

"Cum.... Gonna cum, Riddle." Your voice is so sweet, sounding so fragile and he sucks on your clit greedily - indulging himself with the taste of your juices like it's a tart he'd wish for his birthday. But he stops and he pulls away when he feels your cunt constrict so well around his fingers. The confusion on your face amuses him but he stares at the stickiness that lies between his fingers and it makes him think.

Praise.

He didn't think that he'd be this inclined to please someone for a few throw-away praises but it makes his cock throb when you become more and more vocal about how good he's making you feel. Perhaps it's a sense of narcissism and egotistical reassurance but he wants more - more of your words, more of you.

He rids himself of his clothes and the ink that decorated his body sticks onto yours when he pulls you closer. "Y/N. I have one small favour." What more could he possibly want?

"I want you to tell me where to touch you and good, it'll feel."

That's.... an odd request. Although to be fair, there's nothing normal about this entire affair. "I'm not sure what you mean, Riddle. I don't want any of this to happen." Riddle looks at you as you're joking and you can't blame him. You don't know who you're trying to convince - Riddle or yourself. But one thing is for sure, your cunt is clenching around nothing and your nipples are hard against the soft wind that passes by.

"Do you want to cum?"

You swallow at that question. Do you want to cum? You feel your pussy throb and you have to suppress a moan at his question.

As if reading your mind, Riddle pats his lap. "Crawl." How deplorable to see you obey with no question. You convince yourself that it's desperation to live, desperation to see your friends and enjoy your life but why is this making you feel so.... aroused?

He places his fingers below your crotch, barely touching your leaking cunt. "Ride them. If you need help, tell me." Your eyes widen at his request but the smile on his face mocks you. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, balancing yourself before you lower yourself on his fingers. Testing the waters, you move your hips, rolling them back and forth and god, it feels good.

"Does it feel good?"

You don't answer and he immediately threatens to remove his hand.

Your head drops against his shoulder and you whimper a protest as your hand immediately brings his hand back to its place. "Feels good. It feels so good. Please, let me cum." You whisper in his ear as you pump his fingers inside of you. He laughs at your sudden change of demeanour.

"Is this really the Y/N who tried to defy my orders?"

"Fuck... Your fingers reach deeper than mine could ever do."

"You...touch yourself?"

"Stress relief... Don't we need them all?" It’s ironic since Riddle is using you for the purpose of relieving his anger. He scoffs but the sick smile on his face guarantees that he's satisfied with your answer. Playful banter bears no harm, doesn’t it?

"Indeed." He agrees before he manhandles you on your knees, pressing against your back with his free hand. His fingers are still inside you but they aren't enough - the pace, the length, the depth. "Use your words, darling." Shit, pride be damned. "Cock, I want your cock, Riddle." You can feel the tip of his cock at your entrance and you just want to lose your mind, forget that this ever happened by getting drunk on the cock of your perpetrator.

"Care to elaborate where your place is?" The head of his dick enters your sopping cunt and it's enough to break your mind. "Beneath you. I'll do anything you wish, Riddle. Please, use me - use me and fill me up, please..." His cock slides in perfectly and it slightly nudges your cervix. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls is better than any pleasure you've felt in a while.

The salacious squelches of your meeting sex drives the both of you to insanity as your voice gets higher in volume. The roughness of the ground scratches the skin of your arms but Riddle's whimpers and moans of pleasure are comforting you to a dangerous degree. He's enjoying himself and you should too, shouldn't you? His cock is stirring your insides at the right place, rubbing against your g-spot over and over.

His hand finds its way to rub your clit, enough to send you to your high and squirting around his cock. You hear his laugh but his mean behavior is adding to your inevitable mind break as he keeps fucking you through your high.

Riddle isn't faring well either. Your cunt is gripping him like a vice as if it doesn't want him to pull out and pushing in is as hard if it weren't for your fluids mixing together. Fill you up, huh? He holds the thought dear and imagining how your cunt would look like dripping with his cum allows his hips to slam against yours, reaching your cervix. "Want me to fill you up?" The series of affirmation that left as your walls convulse around his cock is enough to push him over the edge and paint your insides white.

His eyes trail down from your back to your pussy and he can see the ring of cum as he fucks you through his high. With a smile on his face, he slams back inside. "Riddle?" You say his name in a panic and Riddle holds your neck, pulling you closer. "Your place is beneath me, remember?" His hips give a particularly cruel thrust that shuts you up with a loud moan "Mine to do with as a please ♡ "

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