can I ask for a yandere belos who is very close and affectionate with the reader because he believes they're together, while the reader believes that they're just good friends? but eventually they find out the difference in perception of their relationship and try to tell belos they're not interested but he doesn't listen. would like it to be nsfw but doesn't have to be. thank you!!
Sorry, this took so long, smut takes some time for me 8< Gotta make sure things sound right. It also went on a little longer than I anticipated.
Okay, this is straight-up non-con. Skip this one if you cannot handle this material.
“... Why would you do that…?” you whispered, eyes widening when you realized what the emperor had just done. While you were in the middle of telling him something, he just leaned in and kissed you on the mouth. Your heart nearly stopped as dread trickled into your mind.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Emperor Belos murmured, his voice husky as he leaned in to do it again but paused when you climbed off the bed and backed away. “Y/N?”
“No? No. Why would you kiss me like that?!” you demanded.
“Perhaps I have grown impatient while waiting for you to do it,” he sighed, pushing himself up off the bed to follow you. “We’ve been together for a while now, I would have expected something to happen already considering how you always come to my bedroom every night to “talk” and sometimes spend the night. A man can only take so much teasing, Y/N.”
“I came in here so we could have private conversations away from everyone! This is one of the last places I could think of other than my room where we could just be ourselves and talk!” you stressed, still reeling from the kiss. Everything felt as if it was toppling down. What did he mean by “been together for a while now”? You were under the impression that the two of you were close friends, nothing more. Why would he-
Then it hit you. Hard. Ever since you met him, he was extremely affectionate toward you and you, not thinking twice, returned that affection believing it was between friends. The nuzzling, the late-night talks, the dinners together, curling up close and falling asleep against him… Now you understood he had the wrong impression and you didn’t help matters. Your chest began to hurt as if a dagger had been plunged into your heart. You mistook his advances. He wanted more than friendship. Looking back, you wanted to kick yourself.
Belos’ brows flashed.
“You want to take this to your room?” he murmured as he backed you into the wall. “I don’t mind. Though, we are going to have to dodge any coven heads-”
“Y-You don’t think we’re friends… do you?” you asked in wide-eyed realization which melted into an upset pout. “You think we’re…”
Belos stared at you a moment, his eyes wide in surprise before he let out a deep exhale and grabbed you, pulling you into him as he buried his face into your neck.
“Dear Titan…” he groaned, his voice deepening and trembling. “Your expressions kill me sometimes…”
You immediately tore yourself away from him and tried to find some object to have between the two of you to keep him at bay, a table, the couch in the small sitting area across from the bed, anything! The only problem with this tactic was you forgot he could teleport, but for now, he went along with it.
“Oh,” Belos raised a brow and he gave a playful smirk. “You want to play games? Okay. I’ll play.”
“Stop! Stay away from me!” you demanded. “Don’t come any closer!”
“Come now, Y/N,” he chuckled, walking around the item you used to cut him off which prompted you to move around the other side. “Is this some kind of foreplay? I was thinking our first time together would be a bit more tender, romantic. Not like this.”
“We are not a couple! I’m sorry if I gave you that impression, but we’re just friends-! Ah!”
You stumbled backward into a coffee table but were able to catch yourself and continued to keep your distance from him. He seemed more amused than irritated.
“Though I’m starting to see the appeal of playing hard to get. Maybe even a bit rough. Hm? Do you want me to chase you first? Would you like that?”
“Y-You’re not listening to me! Philip, our relationship is not what you-”
“I honestly didn’t think you’d be into this sort of thing,” his smirk widened. “I find that I am enjoying this side of you… It makes me feel as if I’m hunting you… as if you’re a wild witch evading capture…”
No matter what you said, it wasn’t getting through to him. Your face reddened at everything he was saying for the way he said it, his voice low and deep with a dark tone to it. Regardless, you were still not anywhere near ready for a relationship, let alone this. The fact that he got it wrong and you let this fester without realizing it still stung. When you had a clear shot to the door, you ran for it. Maybe getting as far away from him as possible would snap him out of this. This was just another mistake on your part as it only made the man chuckle.
“So the hunt begins.”
No sooner than you made it down the hall, red clawed hands started to rise out of the ground and grabbed at you, making you scream out.
“W-What?!”
Narrowly avoiding them, you bolted down a clear hall only to dodge more with one grabbing your cloak and attempting to pull you into a patch of several of them. Panic of being caught filled your head as you quickly released the clasp and left the cloak behind. As you made your way through the castle, you found yourself being forced down certain halls, the halls being blocked off with ice or stone or more clawed hands. At first, you thought it was to avoid any coven guards but you saw a couple when you turned a corner that you tried to flag down.
“They can neither hear nor see you,” Belos’ voice echoed. “Our little game has muted everyone and everything so it’s just us playing.”
You glanced around to see if you could find him but it only made you realize that the halls around you were grayish instead of the usual gold and white. At the farthest end of the hall in the direction you came from, you caught sight of Belos flashing into view with his eyes on you.
“There you are,” he chimed in a playful tone which only made you bolt down any available opened path to get away. “You can’t hide from me, Y/N. I will not be thwarted by a wild witch…”
You skidded to a stop in the throne room, panting hard as you looked around. The area had color, unlike the halls. What it didn’t have was an exit and it dawned on you that Belos had manipulated you into a dead end.
The doors slammed shut behind you and you spun around with a terrified expression. There stood Belos looking quite triumphant.
“Looks like I win,” he chortled. You shook your head, backing away.
“Philip-” you tried to say but you were grabbed once more and forced to your knees. More red-clawed hands reached up from the ground, took hold of your body, and forced you onto your back. “No!”
No matter how hard you struggled, if you broke free even once, another hand would secure you to the floor. You felt them start to remove your clothing, causing you to scream out again. Belos appeared above you, drinking in the sight of you squirming to get free as your clothes were discarded. You were left lying there naked under his gaze.
“Did you honestly think you’d get away from me? Every witch will be branded into a coven for their own good,” he smirked.
“This is not funny!” you screamed at him. “Let me go!”
“Oh, is this little witch still fighting me?” he raised a brow. Your heart stopped when he kneeled. “We can’t have that. I will have to break you of this habit.”
He traced a circle against your skin, just above your genitals, and pressed his palm against it to make the glowing ring sink into you. You tried forcing yourself up to see what he had done but a clawed hand grabbed you by the back of the neck and forced you back down.
“W-What did you just do?!”
“Something I’ve been looking into just for this occasion,” he tilted his head. “You should be feeling it soon enough.”
To your horror, he was right. Your body began to heat up. Where he had placed the circle started to tingle and spread into your lower half. You let out a gasp as the urge of wanting to be touched began to rise and grow stronger.
“No,” you bit back a groan, shutting your eyes tightly. “No, no, no, no! No! I don’t want this! I don’t-! Stop!”
“You’re going to give in sooner or later.”
Tears welled at the sensation as your legs tightened, your hips twisting and bucking to try to dispel the feelings of arousal. It was becoming maddening. The clawed arms lifted your hips suddenly, parted your legs, and moved your wrists to either side of your head. You felt the brush of material against your inner thighs and you opened one eye to find Belos on his hands and knees over you, his hair hanging on either side of his head and his hips settling in between your legs. You gasped and tried to buck at the sensation it created against such a tender area made even more sensitive by the spell.
“G-Get off me!” you continued to struggle but the hands kept you from doing much. Belos watched you for a moment before moving his hips against you which caused you to freeze. “That’s better. Do you feel that?” he purred, slowly grinding his hips against yours without stopping this time. “It’s what you did to me by denying your branding.”
“Stop! Philip!” you clenched your teeth and eyes shut, trying not to focus on the grinding as it was amplified by the spell. You could feel his erection through his pants. “I don’t want this! I don’t want this!”
“You don’t have a say in this, Y/N… After all,” Belos murmured with a smirk in your ear. “Your emperor commands it.”
Your eyes widened upon hearing this and a moment later, your body went limp. All the fight you had left in you dissipated. He played the power card you desperately did not want him to play. The fact that he wasn’t listening made it even more apparent that he’d use it regardless.
“Please… Philip… Don’t…” you breathed. He let out a chuckle as he moved his mouth to your neck and started leaving love bites down your shoulder.
“You can beg all you want, you are going to be branded…” he growled, still acting as if this was a game. His fingers bit into your hips, making you flinch as he continued to grind against them.
“Philip. Listen to me,” your voice trembled between gasps as you tried to stay as stern as possible, ignoring the spell the best you could. The grinding stopped and he pulled away just enough to look at you out of the corner of his eye. “Just stop and listen to me.”
“Hm?” Belos raised a brow with an amused smile. “I’m listening.”
“We are friends… Nothing more. I do not want this kind of relationship yet…” you pressed, trying to hold back a sob and hoping now that you had his attention. “Take the spell off me and let me go…”
“Oh, but that is impossible, Y/N,” he hummed in your ear. “I have no use for friends and I certainly do not allow anyone to call me “Philip” unless it’s a special situation. I do, however, have use for a lover.”
Your eyes widened in mounting horror. He knew you were trying to deny him this entire time. He wasn’t misunderstanding you. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Before meeting you, I didn’t need any of this, but once I did… you awakened something inside me… It’s up to you whether you want to be a willing participant from the start or have to get used to it,” his eyes glowed bright blue as he watched you. “I’m beginning to find it harder and harder to control myself around you. This was inevitable, Y/N. Even if you hadn’t returned my affections, I was going to have you sooner or later. You kept me waiting for much too long.”
As he spoke, he pushed himself up into sitting position. His hand ran down the center of your chest and stomach and over your lower half as he began to undress. Two of his fingers wandered down to your opening and began prodding with the tips. With the spell, your opening became extremely sensitive and you let out a loud inhale as they began to tease, slowly inserting themselves. Nothing hurt, which meant the spell was to relieve any pain he caused. That was dangerous if he severely hurt you and you couldn’t feel it. You could, however, feel the pressure of his fingers trying to enter you and each press came with a spark up your spine, threatening to make you release so soon. A dark chuckle reached your ears.
“You’re so tight, dearest. You need to relax some…” he purred, his fingers gaining entry and moving slowly at first but quickened.
“Stop-!” you gasped from the sensation it was causing. Shutting your eyes tightly and setting your jaw, you were determined to stay quiet. You tried not to cry out with each curl of his fingers but you were finding it harder and harder to do. Each curl brought you right up to the edge then let go. Another chuckle made you crack an eye open to see that Belos was leaning over you again, propping himself up on one elbow as his fingers worked between your legs. His shirt was opened, revealing a lean body riddled with scars. A deep green scar matching the one on his face cut across his chest at a diagonal. “G-Get off me-!”
“Oh but I did that, it would ruin the night,” he leaned down to nuzzle you. “I promise you’ll enjoy this. Just lay back and let me take care of you, love.”
“No-! I don’t-!” you tried growling but it was interrupted with a deep gasp. “I don’t want you to do this!”
“I assure you that you do,” he breathed in your ear as he removed his fingers. His hand went straight to your hip and he pulled away, gripping the other side. “I’ll make sure that you do.”
Then you felt it. It was larger than the two fingers pressing against your opening and as it slowly gained entry, you realized how thick it was as it stretched your inner walls. If the spell wasn’t in place, you knew you would have felt some pain from it. There was no way Belos had prepared you properly enough to take something like this. Your body squirmed and bucked but your hips were held fast as Belos pushed his cock as deep as he could into you. You suddenly tensed up as all the tension that had built up until that point finally released, pushing you over the edge into your first orgasm. You cried out, back arching which made him pause.
“Already?” he chortled, staring down at your panting form. “I’ve barely touched you… You must want this.”
“No-!” you moaned, shaking your head. “No, I don’t…! Y-You’re doing this-!”
“Yes, but you’re doing exceptionally well taking me. Let’s see how many more we can cause before it’s my turn,” he smirked, punctuating his sentence by pulling out just enough to thrust back in, causing you to nearly scream from the sensation. He didn’t hesitate, continuing to thrust in a steady slow rhythm that began to feel like torture. The spell had built the tension back up almost immediately and each thrust was bringing you to the edge and backing off over and over again.
“Ph-Philip, stop! Stop! I-I can’t!” you cried with each thrust making the sensation worse. “I-It doesn’t-! Philip! It doesn’t feel right-!”
“Such a ruckus,” he groaned, staring down his nose at you. “Maybe if you had agreed in the beginning, I wouldn’t have had to use an overstimulation spell…”
You could barely think straight with what he just said.
“O-Over-!” you gasped as leaned down over you, his larger hands slipping into yours, linking his fingers between yours and pinning them to the floor.
“It’s only going to end when I’m done,” he murmured. “So just relax and enjoy it…”
His blue eyes watched you with longing, burning with a hellfire passion. His hips picked up speed. The sensation kept building until it finally released once more, causing your back to arch and another cry to be torn from your throat. The emperor only gave a breathy chuckle but didn’t stop as he listened to your cries. As the sensation started over, Belos caught your lips in a deep kiss, only worsening the feeling to the point tears started to stream down your face.
“Ph-Philip-!” you whined when he broke the kiss. “S-Stop-!”
“Not yet, love. Not yet,” he panted, kissing your head.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed and lost count of how many releases you had. Your head swam as Belos continued to hammer his lower half into you with him now laying against you, face buried in your neck. His hands gripped your limp ones tightly.
The sensation was building up again but you didn’t have the energy to cry out like you did so many times before. Your throat was hoarse from the screaming and crying you’ve done and your body felt as if it was going to give up any minute now. You had stopped pleading with him since it was clear he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. You laid there, soaked in both yours and his sweat, feeling dazed.
Belos’ breath hitching and his body tensing up against you were good signs at least. He had to be close to his limit. With several hard thrusts that forced the air out of you, he let out a guttural noise and hard pressure on your neck made the sensation spike, introducing you to your final climax with a weak scream. Fire pooled in your lower half, filling you completely and more. The sensation finally halted, winding down to reveal a mess of emotions plus an aching in your lower half from not being prepared properly. Your shoulder was searing in pain and you realized the pressure you felt when Belos climaxed was a bite that may have pierced the skin.
For a moment, neither of you moved. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but stare past him with a dead-eyed stare on the ceiling, thinking about how a close friendship that apparently never was had come to this. You couldn't bring yourself to cry anymore.
The hands holding you in place receded as Belos gathered you in his arms and held you close, panting hard. He heavily nuzzled your neck and cheek before leaning his head against yours.
“You did so well… Next time we’ll try without the spell… It may have been a bit too powerful,” he murmured. “I love you so much, Y/N…”
Don't just use rape as a way to "break" a character into a sad shy woobie so whoever you ship them with can be thier knight in shining armor and give them magic healing cuddles and sex. Don't. If you're going to explore the effects of sexual assault on someone in fiction you NEED to be ready for a fuckton of research and sensitivity reading or you're going to alienate a good chunk of your readers. It shouldn't just be a quick cheap hurt for your hurt/comfort fic, this shit is very real and it ruins lives every day.
While thinking of "Tales from the Goop", I came to a horrifying conclusion due to Eldritch's sexuality (and my own, tbh, or lack thereof) that I most likely wouldn't use as I have Belos on the same spectrum. He's her squish (aromantic crush) in that storyline, dammit! Will be ex-squish later. Might be alterous... Not quite sure B<
But...
What if he wasn't and he was only pretending to be just to get an ace, aro, aroace reader comfortable enough to sleep with him, never accepting the idea of the very real possibility that that may never happen.
Now, imagine finding out he's been pretending when shit hit the fan. He's never made a move on you or alluded to wanting to sleep with you, but you are told BY HIM that it's "exhausting trying to live up to your expectations with nothing to show for it".
Just... that level of betrayal... like he doesn't believe you. You created such a deep bond with him believing he understood and accepted you for who you were only to be told to your face that's not the case. All the nights you laid in his arms, believing yourself to be safe and secure with someone you could absolutely trust only to realize you were at the mercy of a predator. The "exhausting" part meant that it all hinged on his mood and self-control.
It makes me think back to that one Noncon, NSFW piece I did, though he's more aware of what you want this time, and is TRYING HIS DAMNEDEST to make it consensual only to be failing. HARD.
Honestly, this kind of thing has kept me from even dating those who claim to understand >______>'''' This is absolutely terrifying to me XD
Reader asking belos why the fuck he raped them (and also why they thought they were dreaming, what the fuck did he do to them). Also, being scared he'd do that again.
You see, he's not going to see it like that. Considering you did not try to resist what was happening, even if it did feel like you were dreaming, he's going to see it as you wanted him.
The whole reason for it was to see if you would fight and resist him and how hard it would be to tame you. If you had resisted, he would have changed tactics, though he just wouldn't have known what they were until it had to happen.
Does it excuse it? Hell no, but that was his mindset. But he won't do it again. That situation has passed. The only thing you should be scared of is not being able to stop yourself around him and being the one to initiate anything intimate.
I was thinking about how to make Altered Fate even more messed up. So. Remember that AU where we had both Philip and Beloved be raped and then become codependant on each other? Imagine that in the same universe as Altered Fate. So Belos isn't just vying for Reader's feelings and afection, he still very much wants to resume the codependant relationship he was in with their previous incarnation. Not to mention the whole angst when he realizes that you are Beloved reborn.
Now that branch would have Philip/Belos not look toward making a family and have him focus solely on Baby Luz. You looking like Beloved might make him harsher and heavily guarded toward you because it reminds him that they're gone and he's tired of finding look-alikes. They were the only one he believes he could have ever been with due to what the two of them have been through.
He's been outright killing any witch that remotely looks like Beloved so he's absolutely conflicted with you. Belos hates how you look like them, but you are human so he knows very well that he can't kill you. It would be against his morals since you haven't done anything wrong. Regardless, looking at you hurts too much so he may force you to wear a mask around him. If you don't willingly wear it, the masked adheres to your face through magic and it doesn't come off until he leaves if it comes off at all. You might have to convince him that Luz needs to see a human face in order to understand expressions to keep the mask from becoming permanent.
It does make you realize that you look like someone he knew but you are unsure about the relationship since he's acting this way. You do pick up a hint of pain in his tone when he talks to you, no matter how brief it is.
Belos would have to realize you are Beloved before changing his demeanor toward you. He has a bit of a crisis with it, including how harshly he's been treating you up until that point. He forced you to wear that mask, you saw him nearly kill an infant, and he's been downright cold toward you the entire time because of your looks. You'd think him mad to suddenly start being gentle and kind toward you. He'd have to start over and win you slowly.
There's also the dread of you remembering what happened and he is contemplating blocking that memory entirely, despite it possibly being the key to having you remember him. He could go the rest of his life without you experiencing that. He'll win you without the memories, or at least he hopes to.
Going back to the 'Belos raped Reader before he found out they were human' thing, after he convinces them that the whole was a nightmare, what do you think he would do?
Belos is going to keep his distance from you in a way that will make you believe something like that would never happen. He may not even seem all that interested in you from where you're standing, not until something gives him the excuse to speak to you.
He's covered his tracks entirely and knows you're never going to find out that he went through with it, though the situation does haunt him when he's laying in bed, alone with his thoughts. He now has to convince himself it was just a nightmare.
