#nya fics

[sleepyking]

I yearn for fics about Nya’s PTSD

[nyazonos]

Yandere!Emery x PC

I got super bored and decided to write a little fic just for fun ;) enjoy,,,

| Mentions of Fem!Reader, Non-Con, Somnophilia, Kidnapping?? Drugging, Breeding. |

"I'm really sorry Emery."

He’s analyzing, calculating. How is he supposed to react to this? His girlfriend dumping him because he actually wanted a family with her? With you. 

“I hope we can still be friends,” you say, hopeful. “I just need… I’m starting a new chapter in my life, and I just don’t think I can be with anyone… romantically. I hope you understand.”

Oh yeah, he understands. He understands that you just don’t love him anymore. But he smiles. “Of course, I totally understand.”

Yet, he mills over it in his mind. He had loved you since he met you at school, and it took years for you to finally love him back. If this break up was really real… he had only really had you for a year. 

Months ago, he suggested that you two start a family together. He’d be a great father, and you would be his perfect little wife… but you said no. 

“Emery, I have a life, too,” you had said to him. “I want to be someone in this town. I don’t have time for kids right now.” 

He was just getting a little ahead of himself.

That was all. Silly Emery.

But things hadn’t been the same since then. Every time he brought up children, family, marriage… you shut off. And now here he was, staring at the empty other side of the table.

Where you usually sat. 

Not to worry! Emery would come up with a plan to win you back get what he wanted. Two birds one stone style. You were going to have his kid. You were going to be his wife. 

And he was going to be a great father. 

It took a few phone calls, some dark alley business… but he had everything he needed to make tonight perfect. You were coming over for a date, well… he hadn’t told you it was a date. All he had said was that he wanted to catch up with you, and you agreed. But still… coming over to your ex-boyfriend’s apartment?

For dinner? That was most definitely a date.

You even dressed nice. A cute dress and some jewelry, hair done. Of course, Emery was always overdressed, but you suit him quite nicely. He pulled out your chair, pushed it in.

He lit a candle, too.

After debating, he decided he’d feed you first. It was easier to sleep on a full stomach. So he served your favorites, with a glass of not drugged wine to go with it.

“So, what have you been up to?” He swishes the wine around in his glass.

“Just collage stuff,” you tell him. “Studies, essays, you know the deal."

“Of course I do.” His eyes flicker down to your plate, which is almost finished. Your wine glass had been completely drained. “Let me get you some more.”

He’s swift to pick up your glass and take it to the kitchen. He tries to be as quiet as he can when reaching into the cabinet, pulling out a few pills to slip into your drink.

“Emery,” your voice calls from the kitchen. “You’ve barely touched your food.”

He nearly drops the glass. “I… I guess I was just so excited to see you I couldn’t eat.”

“You’re always one with words.” He can tell your flustered when he comes back to the table. He sets your glass in front of you, and slowly sits back in his seat. 

He watches closely as you bring it to your lips, letting the wine smoothly pour down your throat. You click your tongue at the taste, looking a bit suspicious. But you bring it back to your lips and finish the glass. Emery wondered how long it would take. 

“I’ve missed you, Em.” You tell him. “There’s no one else out there like you.”

He’s a bit surprised at your confession. 

“I… I’ve missed you too, darling.”

Your head turns to the large window beside the table, overlooking the town. “It’s just so hard to look out for the kids at the orphanage and love someone at the same time. I hope you didn't take it the wrong way.”

You turn back to look at him, leaning your face on your hand. “It’s so tiring. I’m tired.”

“Are you?” He’s watching your every move.

Admiring your beautiful skin. 

You’re up in an instant, nearly knocking you glass over. “I need to go.”

You stumble away from the table, but you don’t even make it to the living room before you collapse. Emery is beside you in a second, coming to pick you up.

“Don’t touch me!” You yell. You’re crying. “What did… what did you do to me?”

“Don’t cry…” he drags you off the ground and onto your feet. 

You’re completely distraught, eyes shimmering with tears. You look completely pained to have to be held by him. You really hate him, don’t you? 

That’s too bad.

“You’re going to go to sleep now, okay sweetie? Just go to sleep. I’ll take care of you, and we’ll be fine in the morning.” He scoops you into his arms. “Sweet dreams.”

You’re trying to fight it. Your eyes close, you’re nodding off, but you force yourself awake again. Your mouth moves, lips trying to form words but you’ve got cotton mouth. 

And then your head lolls forward, and you’re out. Perfect.

He hums a lullaby to your sleeping form, taking you to his bedroom. He lays you down, sprawling you out nicely. You look so beautiful like this, when you’re not telling him that it’s not you, it’s me bullshit.

Emery gingerly removes his suit, undoing his tie and untying his shoes. He shrugs his coat off, tucks his vest away in the closet, and leaves his a few buttons undone on his dress shirt. Like this, he can imagine it’s your wedding night. 

And he can pretend you’ve had too much to drink. 

He admires you, feeling your soft skin and caressing those supple cheeks. You always hated when he dawdled over you. Good thing you weren’t awake to boss him around. 

After a few minutes of hovering over you, touching every patch of skin he could reach, he decides to take your dress off. Which is a lot harder when you’re dead weight. He unzips it and peels it off of your body, neatly folding it and putting it on the dresser. 

Emery realizes you might be prettier when you’re sleeping. 

His cock is growing heavy in his dress pants as he looks over your form dressed in nothing but underwear. His fingers brush against the material of your panties, feeling the growing dampness between your legs.

“Oh, so you’re enjoying this?” He talks to your unresponsive body. “You remember all those special times we had together… did you miss them more than I did?”

There’s no response as he drags his fingers over your puffy pussy, except for the shiver that visibly runs up your spine. Emery smirks, pulling your panties off of your before settling himself between your legs to get a little taste of you. 

You used to cry in pleasure when he used his mouth on you, hands in his hair as you begged for more. Always so self indulgent, but now it was Emery’s turn. 

And yet he still gave. Still skillfully used his tongue in all the right places even though you wouldn’t remember it. Wasn’t he a good husband?

You’re already soaking before he makes you cum. It’s strange to watch your unconscious body shake and clench from his touch, not even aware of what’s really happening to you. If anything, it only makes him harder. 

And who is he to deny himself? 

So Emery sits up, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and briefs. And there you lay, spread and messy. Just perfect for him. Even more perfect when his cock fits snugly inside of you. 

“I swear…” he groans. “You were made for me.”

There was no one else who could compare to this. Trust him, he’s tried. He’s tried to replace you, but… there’s no one else he could possibly want. No one else who could possibly carry his child but you. 

And oh fuck the thought just makes him throb inside of you. 

It’s clear that when he starts he isn’t going to last long. He’s buried himself as much as he can go, but is sloppy. His mouth is on the side of your face, giving open mouthed kisses. He’s missed this. 

He thrusts and drives until he’s spilling load after load into you, making sure you’re nice and bred. And you take it so well. Your face scrunches up and your back arches. Who else but you could do this? 

To Emery, there was no one else. No one else but you.