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yanderecandystore · 9 months

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Angst ᐛ. So imagine y/n is fully aware of what the beldam is about. I'm talking from the very begining but kept coming back since they felt so alone. And at some point y/n just walks in, plots their head in the beldam's chest, tearing up after a particularly bad day and is just like. "You know, I know what youre gonna ask... About the buttons. I know its just a way to eat me. But to be honest just hearing yoinsay 'i care about you' is making me consider the offer. Pathetic right?" Would the beldam make it a quick kill or would he not want to eat them anymore? Of course if you dont feel comfortable writing this thats fine too.

The reason why I always take too long to write anything about Male Beldam/Belsire, is because I always fear making something that people won't like especially since it's my most liked story-

But after rereading the story I realized it really isn't all that good X'D I feel like it could have been a lot better if I had put more time into it.

I'm sorry for taking so long to write this, but I really don't want to leave you guys hanging especially since I do really like the idea of a "twisted" ending sort of thing. Thank you for requesting this!

It's very short, but I hope I can talk more about it because I do wonder how Y/n will deal with this new life.

TW/Tags: Mentions of: Gore; death // Arachnophobia Warning // Scotomaphobia Warning (Reader is now blind) // Manipulation // Human flesh consumption (not from the Reader) // this is very short sorry // not proofread lmao (headaches) // Reader is very unresponsive to the things that happen around them.

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A peek at the keyhole [Yandere!Belsire x GN!Reader - A short Oneshot]

It was during dinner that you decided to seal the deal, he was acting strange… He was starving and you were sure of it. Which was funny because you never saw him eat, now that you think about it.

He doesn't understand where you got that knowledge of how he behaves or of what he consumes- Maybe it was just a lucky guess based on his desperate need to keep you "unaware", always giving a poorly disguised lie about himself.

Who was he? What was he? What did he want? He was your best friend, silly. He was your other friend, and all he wanted was to be with you.

Lies, lies, half truths. He was simply too shady for his own benefit, too obvious for his own good.

Or perhaps he really liked this back and forth between you two, after all- What proof did you have of anything? You couldn't trust his words, yes, but what else did you have to go with?

Just that sinking feeling in your stomach whenever he was near you, whenever he tapped his fingers impatiently because you were just oh so curious about him!

It was adorable, really. Infuriatingly adorable.

Because it didn't matter how much you knew about him, or his "real intentions" with you- You always came back for more. His words of reassurance coated with thick honey and distributed with a soft, calm tone of voice that was just as patronizing as it was endearing.

Treating you like royalty every time you came around and yet always keeping you at arm's length when it came to learning more about him, but did any of that even matter?

You were being taken care of, wasn't that enough? You had friends with you, an adoring handsome fella that wasn't shy at all about treating you more than a friend, if you wanted him to. There was clear favoritism and although common sense would have told you it was a massive red flag, you couldn't deny it was quite refreshing to be regarded with so much love.

The fun will never end, he said. It could go for as long as you wanted, forever even if you agreed to stay with just a little, tiny condition.

He didn't have to explain it in detail for you to instantly agree with him, you cling to him already aware of what your fate would be. A bad day was all he needed for you to accept it in a heartbeat? He could have done this a lot sooner than.

It was just you and him, standing in the kitchen as you hugged him, burying yourself in both a need for contact but also out of embarrassment- Shame of throwing yourself away to the unknown without second thought.

It took him by surprise at first, although not ideal he still met his goal sooner than he expected- Only a couple of nights spent with him and his creations, with only a few fabulous events in between.

Of course he couldn't go TOO wild with his attractions, after all you didn't need a spectacular show to be lured in, you just wanted to be heard and included.

" … Oh dear… Pathetic? Why? There's no reason to feel this way, you made the right choice… "

He wanted to still reassure you of your actions, but it was hard hiding the eagerness in his voice.

He held you tightly, cooing you gently despite your unisseanes and uncertainty.

It was mostly so you wouldn't see the illusion breaking, so you wouldn't hear the sounds of your other friends turning into dust… He simply couldn't keep them for much longer, and now he didn't need to.

It's a shame they couldn't warn you of your mistake sooner, it's a shame that everything he creates reflects his adoration to the people he lures in. If only they could warn you to not let him do this, that it wasn't really worth it.

" Come… It'll be quick, don't worry. " He led you with his hands, which were feeling colder by the minute, sharper than before. Thinner than before.

The lights of the house were starting to lower if not fully turn off behind you as you only focused on following him to his little workshop. You felt the stairs lose their solidity after lifting your feet, each step turning from wood to web quickly.

You were actively following him to your doom, you knew that, and as much as you wanted to you couldn't run away now.

He opened the door to the attic, the only thing that seemed intact in this empty and dark place- It was as if the house was starting to disappear the higher he went, and as you followed him there was no need to keep the rest of the house.

He was trying to be economical here, too many things to keep magically attached and realistic all the time- With no break for lunch.

The attic was the only thing that seemed actually real for you, stepping inside you felt the old floor creek. It was old, moldy, but somehow always well kept, as it was one of the only real things in this void he took care of.

It was his favorite place in the house.

" You can go sit on that chair over there, but if you would like to choose I have a great variety of colors and types for you to pick. " The voice that held warmth and youth to it was also disappearing and being replaced with a dry throat, a rougher tone and a lack of discernible emotion behind it.

You could only tell there was impatience by the constant tapping of his fingernails on his board as he showed you all the possible options.

Classic black like his? Baby blue? Chartreuse?? His constant tapping made you feel like a ticking clock taunting you to pick a color already-

You just pointed to the one color you liked most, hey, who wouldn't want to have their favorite color as their eye color? Although, it wasn't really eyes. Just buttons.

He hummed while giving you a soft smile.

" I'm glad you made a choice for me, I would have been too indecisive. Ah, but they're perfect for you..! You're going to make me so jealous, doll.." It was a joke, or maybe a compliment. It was hard to tell if his monotonous voice was out due to boredom, anger or was his voice like this in general.

Well, he didn't seem mad?? It was hard to understand him and to be honest you were getting very nervous. You sat down in the tall chair, its pastel colors did little to nothing to calm you down. Was this really a good idea?

" Are you ready?... It'll be quick I promise… Although… "

He grabbed your face, trying to be gentle as he inspected your panicking eyes.

You didn't understand what was going inside his head, you couldn't tell what he was planning to do and you weren't sure if his touch was starting to freak you out or sooth you.

" … It'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." He sighed before kissing your forehead, so you wouldn't forget he cared about you.

It was agonizing.

You don't know for how long you stayed out, but you remember your brain blacking out after he sewed the first one in.

You're not sure how you even survived through him stabbing your eyes with a needle- Hell, were you even alive at all?! You couldn't see anything, so either he successfully closed your eyes or you were dead.

No, you probably weren't dead yet, your headache just as bad as your entire face- Raising your hand slowly to touch your face you could feel your eyes covered by thick cloth, it was slightly wet.

Slightly touching and pushing like that caused you to feel immense pain, you immediately stopped- It was still fresh so of course it would hurt like hell.

You were sure that you felt the shape of the buttons underneath the cloth, however.

Your ears buzzed as you tried to regain some of your strength, as you tried to get out from your torture chair you forgot how tall it was- Missing a step and crashing down to the old attic floor with no one to help you.

Falling sure felt like falling! The floor sure felt like a crusty old floor! Yep, you weren't dead.

Your head was aching so badly you weren't sure if what you heard was real or not, but you were sure you heard some commotion coming from downstairs.

It was loud enough to muffle your little accident.

The voices below were followed by painful screaming that lasted for a few minutes after complete silence. A chilling sensation settled in as you started to wonder if the screams you heard felt familiar to you in any way.

You carefully started to get up, slowly you started to consider if you should go back to the tall chair or just make a run for it- But to where? You couldn't see anything!!

You considered taking the cloth off- But you didn't want to feel the pain that came from it. You needed to let it heal after all. Though, you doubted that you would be able to see anything with freaking BUTTONS in your eyes!!

Was it too late to regret your decision? It seemed like it.

You walked around trying to feel your way, where was the door again? You were sure you were on the right track… Your hand went from old wood to a nice clean carpet- Wait- Wasn't the house entirely destroyed? Shouldn't it be a spider web here?

Or, well, everywhere?

The fur of the carpet fooled you as you felt your hand squeeze something very soft that squeaked and scurried away from you. A rat.

" I'm sorry!- " You whispered to him, but he didn't appreciate your attempt at escaping, he squealed as he ran down stairs alerting his owner that you were awake.

Well, shit.

You would have screamed if you were able to see the heavy thing that came up the stairs in such a hurry, it didn't help that although you couldn't see him, the sound of metal hitting the walls and the floor made you highly concerned.

What the fuck was that-

" You shouldn't have left the room without telling me. " The same monotonous voice, although he didn't sound so exhausted like he did before- Not as hungry, you assumed.

" Come, let me help you. " You could hear him approach, as if he was wearing high heels it was hard to not hear him coming closer.

And you couldn't help but feel like distancing yourself further, his boney fingers didn't help you feel any more relaxed- They were sharp and cold, it felt like pure needles taking your hand and pulling you up.

" You need to rest for a little longer, doll. But you can't heal with an empty stomach right? " He guided you with his hand, you felt sick at the mention of food.

He helped you get down the stairs by holding you bride style, and you almost cried at the sensation of his hard and cold skin, you trembled at how those same needles would gently squeeze your skin-

One wrong move and they would tear your skin apart.

He helped you sit in a chair, you assumed you were at the kitchen's table by now.

Was this your end…? Was he really going to do this now??

…. No. He was just cooking something, presumably for you. It smelled of omelets and orange juice, it was simple but it was a very nice scent.

This kitchen reeked of blood, however. Instinctively you took your hands to cover your nose, and probably your mouth as well since you weren't sure if shouting would be a good idea right now. He hates loud noises.

" Don't worry about it, it was just a pesky guest who didn't take no for an answer! I'm sorry for the mess. I'll clean it up after you eat. " A more upbeat and sweet voice, the same one you were more accustomed with. Reassurance and comfort all tied with a smile you were more familiar with.

Approaching you with a plate in hand, and a juice glass in the other.

" Don't worry, I didn't put any of the nasty stuff for you. Just eggs and lots of love. The spoiled food is for me. " He kissed you on the cheek, it felt like being touched by porcelain.

He handed you the fork, but you weren't sure if you wanted to find out if he kept his word or not.

He killed someone here, didn't he? Those noises you heard when you were up in the attic plus the smell of iron coating every inch of this kitchen sure weren't just coincidence. He… He wouldn't force you to eat someone, would he?

Who was it?... Who was it..?!

Was he referring to the person as "spoiled food"?

" Doll. I told you to not worry. There's no meat on your plate, I'm a bit selfish when it comes to sharing food. I'm sorry but there's nothing left of them for you, if I knew you wanted to try I wouldn't have been so careless- "

" N-No, it's… It's fine! I'm just… I can't really see anything…" You tried to not sound as terrified of him as you were, heaven knows you shouldn't feed any monster your own fear, it's what they live on.

" …. Aw… You're blind, I'm so sorry! I forgot about that. " He started to laugh as he slapped his forehead about forgetting something so crucial, silly him!

You weren't sure if he was being honest about forgetting that, but you sure as hell knew by the way he snatched the fork from your hand and how he seemed to drag his chair closer to you that he was probably very excited to do this.

" Say, ah~! " You knew he was having fun when he pinched your cheek to make you open your mouth.

Well, yep, those were just eggs. I mean it was a very tasty omelet but that was it, the orange juice didn't taste any different. Probably a little too sweet, but that's it.

It was probably due to the pain you were feeling in the front of your entire face that made you very much NOT interested in eating, or maybe it was the dripping sound and the smell of blood. The thought that somehow you were sitting possibly next to a murder scene, and/or a body, and the murderer was feeding you, made you very unease.

" Try to not think too much about it, it's just the way things will be for now… Isn't it so much better this way too? We will be able to spend so much time together and I just need you to stay in the attic whenever we have "guests" over. Do you understand me? "

" With just a little bit of magic I'm about to make the house more comfortable for you, to cook you meals endlessly and I can even make you a few more outfits. I'll be sure to make the house more appropriate for a human like you. "

He petted your head after you finished the plate, kissing your forehead and letting the dishes in the sink.

" Now, let me help you get up, we'll need to give you a bath and put you in more comfortable clothes, and then we can lay down. I'm sure you're still very tired after our little surgery. "

He helped you get up and walked you towards the bathroom… You couldn't help but feel worried about what you were doing.

Wasn't this all you ever wanted? To be adored by someone who treats you so well? Didn't you feel glad you accepted his offer?

Were you a bad person for wanting this?

Well, you didn't want THIS as in- Him eating people- All you wanted was to be with him for longer…

Why did you feel really scared whenever he touched with the same gentleness but none of the softness his skin used to have? You knew running wouldn't be a good idea since you couldn't see anything, and you didn't know the layout of the house well enough to memorize where the little door was...

Right?

" You're so stiff, my love! Are you scared of walking around your own house? I promise I kept everything intact, it's my house as well you know… And besides I'll always be here to guide you while you still recover. " You felt him nuzzle his hand against your neck, cold, hard. You wondered how much he changed now that he didn't need to pretend to look a certain way for you.

Maybe it was best to not know.

" … You're so silent right now, it almost feels like I have been running my mouth for hours! I didn't know you were such a silent type. " He teased, while kissing the back of your neck gently.

It was probably your lack of spatial awareness, but he somehow seemed a lot taller- As if it took some effort to lower himself down just to kiss you.

" My head… it hurts so much.."

" Aw, I know, love, I know. It'll take a while for you to feel better but it'll be so worth it… I'll help you learn new things, like how to feel the vibrations in my web, it'll help you "see" better. Or how to read braille, or how to walk around the house carefully, or how to tell someone is planning on running away during a conversation. "

He poked the sides of your stomach, an action that was supposed to be just couple's teasing but was actually quite terrifying and painful considering how sharp his fingers were.

" You couldn't be any less obvious love. I'm sorry if I scared you, I couldn't resist. " And yet he didn't sound irritated or annoyed, it could be that he was just pretending to not care… But he sounded more amused than anything.

" I'm just teasing you, doll! Come on, don't look like that, I'm just in a good mood! You know I can't stay annoyed at you. Let's hurry up and get you cleaned, alright? "

As he carefully started to shove you inside the bathroom you wondered if he didn't mess with something in your head alongside your eyes.

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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omg, since it’s December could you write a male beldam christmas special :D

A/N: This idea came to me this morning. I was half asleep and thought "YES this is the greatest most bestest idea that has never been done before." my early morning enthusiasm might not live up to reality. But I thought it was interesting. (yet rushed) damn the mental illness! but I'll make sure to post one last winter story before the new year!

TW: yandere/absuive themes, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, Christmas themes, insects (kinda a stretch?)

Word Count:1800+ (I apologize for all the plot holes and jaggy dialogue :c)

For months you had been crying yourself to sleep. You were grateful to have been given your own room apart from the Belsire, but that didn’t mean you were safe. Especially, because new prey was constantly being lured into his trap; exactly as the cat had said.

The black feline told you of the Belsire’s previous escapades with his meals, and they were few and far between. But ever since you were forced to join him under the guise of being a “loving spouse,” he had been consuming far more recently. And that was a terrifying thought.

You had, thankfully, never been present when witnessing him devour a meal. A human soul. But sometimes you could still hear them, hear the wails of the innocent. People who just wanted a loving family, just like yourself.

For some incomprehensible reason, the Belsire allowed you to live out of all the others. And while he had constantly denied you any reason why, you knew there was something, something that made him stop himself from eating your soul. Maybe it was your lack of love towards him that made it impossible; or perhaps he wanted a living plaything.

Whatever the reason, it didn’t make your life any easier than those who had been devoured. And this coming holiday proved to be a far worse fate than death.

“Open your present, dear.” He said, foreign enthusiasm dripping from his lips.

The Belsire was playing his role. Doing his “loving, husbandly duties.” You had gotten used to his angry, malignant side that was full of sharp edges and anger. So to say the strangely placed happiness was unusual is an understatement. You hadn't seen him so "happy" since you first entered the realm.

But whether or not the cheerfulness was an act, it didn’t remove the fact that you were living in hell.

“Come on now, don’t leave me waiting.” He chuckled, putting a hand on your shoulder and moving to sit beside you.

The room was covered in torn wrapping paper and new gadgets, all for you. You felt like you were trapped inside a snowglobe: a tiny realm, all alone with only the comfort of fake snow and a far too detailed home.

"I think this will remind you of me."

His words showed that he liked to play dollhouse; maybe that was why you were dressed up in matching pajamas. His face had turned back to soft instead of that looming and skeletal image. Once his anger or disapproval settled, he went back to an average man. Well, one with button eyes.

You never felt a sense of comfort with either form, only a sliver of ease if you were lucky. The belsire could taste your nervousness but didn’t care. He was far more interested in watching you open your new “toys.” New little distractions. From under the twinkling tree, you had witnessed piles of wrapped gifts. Dozens of new and exciting trinkets for you to mess with and enjoy. But you wouldn’t enjoy them. If you were lucky, they’d distract you from your time in the Belsire's realm.

You began to open the new gift, its rectangle box making you guess it was some sort of book. As you lifted the top, the Belsire rubbed your shoulders, leaning in to look closer. The book read ‘Innumerable Insects.’

“Wow, what a surprise.” You said sarcastically, taking into account how fond the Belsire was of bugs. “I didn’t expect to receive this from you.”

“Don’t be mean now,” He said, a voice of warning. “I thought you’d like it. We can bond over…the interest.”

“Sure.” You said tiredly. He was so adamant about trying to make you love him, but it was never in a run-of-the-mill way. Instead of chivalry and kindness, it was with force. But you never really knew if he loved you, or was just trying to make you bring down your guard. It was possible that he needed such a thing in order to devour you.

“Well, if you don’t quite enjoy that one, I'm sure you’ll like this.” He says confidently with a hint of wickedness.

Your stomach sank; all you could do was watch him get up from behind you, walking to one of his locked doors. A door, you weren’t allowed in.

“Uh, another one you say? I think… I'm alright actually.” You felt like you were going to vomit. What had he done now? Time and time again, he proved to be more inhuman than you expected. You could only imagine what he had done now.

“No, I think you’ll actually like this one. See, I knew none of those would satisfy you.” He said, turning with a devilish grin. The creature was just waiting for your horror.

You fumbled with the book in your hands, trying to ease the rising panic in your chest.

“Oh… well, I really… I honestly think you’ve done enough.”

You feigned a smile, trying to avoid whatever he had in store. That sarcastic comment on the book may have ticked him off; this new “gift” could possibly just be a new punishment. “You know, considering all these.” You gestured to the gifts surrounding you.

The gloomy and uncomfortable house was reconstructed to look homey, and cheery.

Most of the time, you felt a deep ominous air in the realm. But, the Belsire had arranged it so snow fell softly outside, piling up as music played faintly from nowhere. There was also a faint scent of pine coming from the tree, along with cherry pie in the kitchen. You knew he was a perfectionist when it came to his little pocket hole of a world, but this was far more festive than usual.

He had been in quite an unhappy mood as of late. The house had never been this decorated nor cheerful since the first time you came into the realm.

“Now my little dear, no need to worry it’s nothing you’re thinking of,” You knew he was talking about the punishment, but he played it off. “I think you’ll quite enjoy it, really.”

As he finished shuffling through the closet, the Belsire pulled out a small, rectangular gift. It was simpler, more humble compared to the other gifts. You had received everything short of a million dollars, so something so plain was odd.

He walked toward you, crouching down.

“Here, darling.”

He mocked you with that fake smile, a devious grin that showed how much he relished in the worried look on your face. You wouldn’t call him a sadist, but he didn’t dislike your suffering either. Especially when it made you so malleable to him.

You accepted the gift with shaky hands, looking at it for a moment. You looked back up at him, and he nodded with a gesture of his hand, telling you to open it.

You tore the wrapping, quickly out of both fear and anticipation. From beneath the red paper and neat bow, was a picture frame.

The mahogany lining matched perfectly with the Belsire’s home, making it fit right in. But what didn’t fit in, was that a picture of your loved ones was inside. They sat there, still and frozen in time for a moment, all looking like you remembered. You couldn’t recall the last time you saw them. Even though some of them never got along, they were all standing side by side, perfectly in sync.

You looked up at the Belsire, eyes wide and almost teary. “How did… how..”

“It’s a secret.” He put a finger up to his lips, still smiling.

The Belsire continuously ripped away any reminder of family and friends from you. He made sure you would never return to them. So why, why was he giving you a picture of them? It looked like they were really there, staring at you. As if you weren’t alone anymore.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” He curled his hand into yours. "I know how attached you are to them.."

You were unable to contain the emotions spilling out of you. Before you knew it, you were crying, pushing yourself into the Belsire’s chest. He let out a small grumble of surprise.

“Th.. thanks…”

You let out a small sigh of gratitude, pushing your face deeper into his shoulder. The belsire was caught by surprise, but he quickly recovered, chuckling and stroking your back.

“Of course, how could I not give my doll something so precious.” He grinned, looking down at you. You still sensed that faux behavior, but something about him softened.

The Belsires hand cupped your cheek, stroking his thumb to wipe away your tears. His buttons for eyes seemed to bore into you, intent on capturing your gaze forever.

You knew it was wrong to be so close; after all, you had been forced against your will here. You had been ripped away from reality and put into a false world of hell that was keen on making you miserable. And yet, you were able to forget all that for a moment. Even if it was just for a moment, you could feel yourself genuinely let down your guard. And it felt even more special when the Belsire whispered to you, a gentle voice of which you had hardly ever witnessed.

He spoke so dangerously close, lips ghosting over yours.

“But that isn’t the best part…" He whispered, trying to hide a small grin. “There’s more.”

The Belaire gripped your chin and turned it towards the photograph. It was still for a moment, but as he brushed his hand over the frame, the image changed. It was no longer still.

Instead, your loved ones moved. But they didn’t come to life joyfully. It wasn’t happy with smiling faces like in the image. No, it was horror. They made inaudible noises, as you watched some cry, and others scream at you from behind the glass-- banging on the picture frame. But nothing. Nothing happened. The only thing that notified you of their existence was how they moved. The Belsire planted a kiss to your neck, sitting behind you, with his arms wrapped around. He watched them beg and cry for help from next to you.

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t even move. He held tightly onto you, rubbing small circles onto your shoulders. You felt yourself shivering.

You just watched. Watched as the little people from inside the frame grew tired, they became restless and started to despair. You could only watch them, feel as both betrayal and disgust and anger and sadness build up inside you.

“Now dear… aren't you happy? This must be the best Christmas present you've ever received."

You swallowed harshly, dropping the frame.

"Now, your family can be here with us…no need for your incessant whining anymore."

And just like that, the kind and doting act was replaced with his true nature. Cold and apathetic. He grinned against your cheek, and you could feel the wretchedness radiate off of him. It was all a ploy...you should've known that you'd never be able to escape.

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