i just brought a scalpel since ive been having these thoughts lately even tho ive been clean for maybe a year, idk i dont think im clean bcz im just lazy to do all that shit and i fucking hate my family ohmygod i wish i could just get adopted by a really rich family so i js can get away with these ugly ass people
CW: Noncon, kidnapping, delusional yandere, drugging, double penetration, ptsd, war, minor character death, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 1.9k
(Comm for @vix-reaper. They had early access but things kept distracting or interrupting me editing and posting, very sorry but hope you enjoy.)
You lived on the planet Promise. It had been colonized over a thousand years ago by humans. Though there were many other intelligent species that moved in after.
Promise was in a convenient location, so it had become a hub of commerce and travel.
While you were just a run of the mill human, your best friend, Del, was an offworlder from the planet Evris. His parents ran a small warehouse and shipping company. They weren't obscenely wealthy, but they certainly weren't struggling.
His family had come here from just one system over when you were in your last year of middle school. You were the bullied victim, but so was he. In your small town, there weren't many aliens and none like him.
Del was tall, slender, with lavender skin and seafoam green hair, lips, and nails. He had two antennae on his head, a long tail, and seven fingers. He was also rather feminine by human standards, both in aesthetics and interests.
You were one of the only people who was friendly to him.
The two of you bonded immediately. While verbal and other types of bullying continued, anything physical stopped fast when he protected you by smacking down three of the tormentors at once when they tried to ambush the two of you at the park.
The two of you were inseparable.
And you stayed that way for years, continuing through the rest of middle school, all throughout high school, and even into your lives after graduation.
And then the war began. A war between Evris and a neighboring system. All Evris citizens had to help the war effort. Even those who didn't live on the planet. It lasted a few years.
Del had to fight for a homeworld he hadn't even visited in years. His parents had to give their warehouse and ships over and manage it for the war effort.
It damn near broke Del. He had been a sweet, peaceful man, one who liked to sing and dance around the summer fields filled with purple lanternflies, design his own clothing, and read cheesy romance novels. He had been working towards a degree in art!
After he lost his parents in a bombing run on the warehouse and shipyard, the only thing that kept him going were your holo-messages. He saved every transmission and played them over and over. His psyche latched onto them and obsessed over them.
The only good thing left to him was you and the memories he had of you.
You, platonically, told Del that you loved him so much and couldn't wait to hug him and spend time together and live together as the two of you had planned.
When the war ended, the first thing you did was rush to the landing port and wait for your best friend to leave his ship.
You waited in the lobby. He was hard to miss, towering above everyone else.
Del was still as beautiful as ever, long pretty hair, flawless skin, but his eyes had a certain haunted look to them now.
He bounded in your direction and lifted you up into a mighty hug, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling the comforting scent that could only be described as "you."
It would have been a bit odd had you noticed, but to you, it was just a deep hug from an old friend who had been through some tough shit.
What you did notice was how nervous he seemed to be in the noisy lobby and how his hand clung to yours as you led him to your car. But that just made sense to you. He was fresh out of serving on a spaceship as a soldier, fighting for his life. It made sense that he might need your hand to help ground him.
It was the same logic you used to dismiss his hand on your upper thigh as you drove home.
Del was going to stay with you while the recovering Evris government got settled after its victory. He explained they were compensating him for the loss of family and the family business during the war effort.
The plan was to get a place together as soon as he got his payment. He was going to continue his family's business remotely after rebuilding it with the money he received while you continued to work at the environmental agency you worked for since leaving college.
Once the two of you were home, he put away his things and sat on the couch by you. There was only one bedroom. You let him have it, though, given the shit he had been through.
The two of you played some video games for a bit, his tail slung around you like an arm. This was another thing you didn't think much of.
You were all he had left, and he just wanted to be clo-
He suddenly pulled you into a passionate kiss, his long tongue taking your shock as an opportunity to explore your mouth as he put his arms around you.
Del kept going, moving his hand between your legs, finally shocking your brain into pushing him away.
"Was that too much so soon? I wanted our first kiss to be more romantic, too. I just couldn't resist."
"I... what?" Your brain was trying to catch up with what happened, "Why did you do tha-that?"
He looked confused by the question. Like the answer was obvious.
"Because we love each other! We're boyfriends. All the love letters we sent..."
"Sorry, Del, I just meant everything platonically," you said, avoiding eye contact.
He looked embarrassed and excused himself to the bedroom after apologizing for the misunderstanding.
Alone in the room, he was pacing back and forth. His mind couldn't even entertain the possibility that he could have been wrong, that the one thing that got him through hell was a misunderstanding.
Either you were in denial about loving another man, or you were just way too shy in person.
But that was okay, he'd help you!
The next morning, breakfast was waiting for you when you woke up. You were a fairly heavy sleeper, and Del took the opportunity to cook for the two of you while you slept.
He smiled as you ate.
You told him he didn't need to cook for you, but he insisted.
Scarfing down your favorite foods, that was the last thing you remembered before waking up.
Your head was throbbing, and your limbs were made of lead. Your brain lagged, and it took you a moment to register that you weren't home. You appeared to be in a small holding cell in a very high-tech prison.
Maybe a spaceship? It had that certain thrum in the air and floor that made it seem likely.
Why would you be in a spaceship or a holding cell?
You heard the whoosh of an automated door, and Del stood tall in front of you from the other side of the cell.
His smile could only be described as entirely deranged.
"Sorry, my love, I thought a change of scenery would be best for us. We aren't married yet, but this will be our little honeymoon~"
You weren't able to coordinate the use of your mouth, so all you could manage in response was, "Goblrerguswertl."
He wiped some drool from your cheek.
"Really? Right here?? Well... my quarters are more cozy, I only put you in here while I did some maintenance, but... you're right! Spontaneous lovemaking is so much better."
You were still dead weight, helpless to watch as he stripped, his bubbly butt jiggling in front of you as he took off his pants and panties.
You babbled something else, but he just heard as something completely different.
"Ah, thanks, my love, I do lots of squats. I think you look better, though."
He said that as he began taking off your clothing. He bit his lip as he peeled away your underwear.
Del's twin dicks were both hard and dripping eagerly. The tips were a darker purple than the rest of his paler lavender skin, dark blue precum dribbled from each tip.
He pulled you into his lap, head nuzzled into his chest.
The alien was unable to resist you for very long, not after waiting so long to be inside you. He plunged one of his cocks into quickly and once lubed up and leaking his precum the second one joined the first inside you.
Luckily, you didn't need all that much preparation. The drug you were on relaxed you very well.
It didn't stop you from responding to the physical stimulation, though. While you still couldn't manage words, you did have some involuntary moans, and an erection.
Things his delusional mind took as you loving what he was doing to you.
Del remembered that humans enjoyed stimulation on their necks so he sucked on yours as he slowly moved you up and down on his cocks like a personal fucktoy.
Drool dripped from your mouth as you let out little pleasured sounds, but he licked it up before pressing you into another breath-stealing kiss.
One hand held you from behind and the other roamed around your body, exploring you as he had dreamed of doing for years. Eventually his hand found your cock, wrapping around it and stroking you in tandem with his thrusts.
He smiled as you came on his belly, he wiped it up with two fingers before sucking them clean and pressing you into another kiss, his tongue invading your mouth to share your own flavor with you.
You were still completely at his mercy.
You felt extra tender after cumming but he hadn't gotten his release yet and he wouldn't stop until he did. Multiple times.
Your overstimulated cock bobbed up and down as he continued at a more desperate pace.
His cocks slid against every inch of your depths, being thrust to and fro, delighting in your tight warmth.
Extra warmth pooled within you as he unloaded a torrent of blue cum. Both cocks throbbing as they spit deep within you.
His kind never stopped at one climax though and this union between the two of you would be no different.
You whimpered pitifully as he continued pounding away at you, he repositioned himself above you with you under him on the small cell bed.
Spurned on by his first unloading, he went at a brutal pace.
He took your continued whimpers and moans as a need for more and that's what he delivered.
Your belly was stuffed full of cock and cum, the bed underneath you stained with a mix of your own seed and his that had dribbled out of you.
After what seemed like endless hours he finally stopped, laying behind you with his arms around you protectively, keeping his cocks warm inside you while he slept.
You whined more, as best you could. Even if you were at full strength you couldn't do anything against his strength.
Ignoring your distress and happily misinterpreting he whispered into your ear, "I'm tired now baby, but don't worry, we can go again after a nap. Maybe you want me to ride you this time?"
You didn't know where the ship was taking you but one thing was clear, wherever you went you were sure to be thoroughly fucked, literally.
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