#breaking bone

[psuedovillainz]

Breaking Bone

[bl00dyeyss]

They say red dress is for revenge so I wore it at his funeral, for him to taste the dread even if he's already dead.

yandere Caleb x reader

Tags/warnings: breaking legs, violent behavior, stalking, killing, yandere behavior, female reader, toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, kidnapping.

You've been with Caleb for 4 years and he never lets you go, you can feel your whole mind suffocating. His controlling behavior not only damaged you as a person to others, but to also yourself. He won't let you go, and you can't run away.

But when the plane he pilots crash down, his body is missing yet they held a funeral for him. Now you're looking at his family who once treated you like a peasant. You're wearing red dress, nervousness looming over you, but you don't care. As long as you get your revenge, you won't stop.

"what is this Y/N!" Your mother in law screamed at you ready to attack you when her husband stops him. "If you're here to be a disgust to our son then just leave" his father stated.

And then you wake up, it was all just a dream. Someone like you couldn't do that and couldn't handle it, but something is real — that Caleb is dead. He's missing for 5 months now after the plane crash.

You went outside to get groceries, thinking if you should get chocolate milk or just plain milk, you remember how Caleb love chocolate milk. You didn't notice it when someone grabs chocolate milk, theyre tall, and wearing a hoodie. You can help but feel your heart aches, as if Caleb is there with you, his presence loving but also belittling.

Your relationship with him wasn't the best, but he was the only one who helped you when you have no one. And now that he's gone you don't know what to do.

You left the shop without buying anything, your sleeve wet by your tears. You got to your car and drove but then it all went blank.

You woke up feeling sweaty and your body especially head, are sore. Your mouth is taped as you scan the room, it's a basement. It looks familiar somehow..

Wait

"I'm glad you're awake" it's his voice, Caleb, your confused, why did he suddenly kidnaped you? Your body is telling you that you should run away, do whatever it takes to get out of here. Because in any time he can do something, even hurt you.

He won't do that right?

Tape sound echoing as he removed it on your mouth "c-caleb, what the hell?" You shout as you can see his dull face and dark eyes looking into yours giving you chills. He doesn't look like this when you two are together.

"I figured out you're too precious for people to see, I couldn't help it. I need to do this, in order for no one to stop us" his parents

"But first, I need to make sure you won't escape" he moved to you and grab your legs

CRACK

----Stay tuned for part 2----

[debiteful]

When the clock strikes midnight, October 31st technically ends, but the Halloween celebration is just beginning for the true creatures of the night. These monsters roam the streets, going from house to house to get their own treats to enjoy.

A ravenous monster tears into his trick or treating haul.

Content: hard vore, fatal/digestion implied, multiple small (doll to tiny) unwilling prey, cruel monstrous male pred, fear play, belly bulge, over eating, gore (breaking bones, plenty of blood, limb removal)

Stealing through the shadows from house to house, he was on a hungry mission. Monsters like him took over this spooky night, seeking their treats from marked homes. Those who participated would display a three fanged jack-o-lantern that created a glowing v in the gap.

Most of the haul was average, just the tiny people that crunch so nicely. However, at once house his eyes lit up as they dropped their offering into his sack: a doll sized person. They were bound tightly and could hardly wriggle more than any other morsel. For the rest of the evening, all he could think of was that particular tasty treat. He wandered the streets in a dreamy haze, mistakenly approaching several normal houses who gave thorough compliments to his costume.

When he was finally home, he flopped onto the couch. Feet kicked up, he lounged like a king. Soon he would eat like one too!

He rummaged in the sack full of little bodies and fished out his main prize. The remainder was dropped carelessly on the floor; he didn't bother looking to see if it spilled.

The small person looked at the hungry monster with wide, watery eyes. He hooked a claw under their gag and snapped it. Immediately the muffled grunts turned to shrill squeals. He gave a wicked grin, the sound music to his ears. 

His claw ran down their body, snagging on the bindings across their chest and around their legs. With a flick of the wrist, the legs were free. The feisty little thing kicked out, their feet pounding uselessly at his chest and trying to fend off a giant hand. All these efforts were in vain. He grabbed a leg and hauled it up to his salivating maw. With a slurp their leg was taken in up to the thigh, and with a crunch the femur snapped. A few more powerful bites tore all connections. He gulped down his first juicy mouthful to the sound of agonized howls.

His long tongue flicked past bloody lips to coil around the other flailing leg. He dragged it into his maw, one bite crushing tibia and fibula while the next tore flesh from much higher. This made for a much softer mouthful. He swallowed loudly, but the sound could not be heard above the pitiful sobs. 

Nibbling at the stumps, he took smaller bites of his prey. His slick tongue lapped at the freely flowing blood and a guttural growl rumbled deep in his throat. He paid no mind to the blood that oozed past his ravenous jaws to soak his shirt. All he could think of was the hot taste and phenomenal sounds tearing from their throat.

One large hand groped at the final restraint, fingers curling around before tearing it away. Tiny hands pushed at his face. Or were they fists pummeling it? Regardless, he flicked his head to the side at just the right time to snap one up in his jaws and sever it at the wrist. His pursed lips kept hold of the forearm while he gulped the morsel. He sucked on the fresh wound, drawing out delicious blood to drink. 

A jerk of his head tore the limb from its socket altogether. The end flopped this way and that as he nibbled up the length of it. With a few strong gulps it disappeared.

His bloody tongue swiped over his lips, likely smearing more than actually cleaning anything up. His normally slit pupils were wide with pleasure as he looked over his mangled meal. It had been reduced to mere whimpers, its eyes closed and movements weak. It didn't have much life left. That was all the same to him, he wasn't going to draw this out much longer anyway.

He grabbed their head and jammed it past his jaws. Teeth scraped their scalp and nose while his tongue rose to meet the new mouthful. The flexible muscle wriggled around, soaking his prey in what was mostly saliva.

His hands grasped their hips and pushed up. He let out a soft groan as the widest parts crammed down his gullet, stretching it. Regardless of the strain, his throat muscles contracted as they should, each wave dragging his prey deeper. Soon, they disappeared completely within him.

He pounded at his chest a little to ease the final stage of their passage to his belly. The side of his fist struck with dull, wet thuds. As the bulk of his prey slid into his belly, a harsh belch escaped. 

A critical eye looked past his bloodstained chest to consider the slight bulge in his middle. It was a meager showing; he still had quite the appetite. One hand dropped to fumble for the sack of lesser treats. He grabbed it and hauled it up haphazardly. 

By the handful the tiny people went into him. He only bothered to half chew them, just enough to make the mass of bodies swallowable. Red drool oozed past his lips and covered his fingers before long. 

The feeding frenzy continued until the sack was nearly emptied. Where once fabric bulged, now his gut was stretched to capacity. He gave a bloodstained grin and patted his belly. The jostling made it cramp and he groaned through grit teeth. Maybe he had over indulged just a little….

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Old whump drabble, featuring my OCs.

“Stop, let me go,” Blue muttered.

Dodger paid him no mind, continuing his rant. “That’s why you’ll never be anything, you’re too afraid of yourself and who you are. If you would just stop letting everyone run over you all the time maybe you could do something of use. Even then though, you’re too afraid to begin anything. Why try at all?”

Blue stopped struggling the moment a sharp *crack* ran through the room. Everyone stopped really, Tom clapping his fingers over his mouth. Dodger frowned, looking down at the hand that had just gone limp in his grasp. “I’m afraid your wrist is broken. I suppose it’s another hospital trip for us all then, isn’t it?”

Blue didn’t react, bar a small flinch as Dodger released his hand and it crashed down to his side. He was frozen, eyes wide with fear. Tom moved forward, trying to reach out for Blue, but Blue ran out of the room, disappearing into the hall noiselessly. Tom hummed anxiously, stepping towards the door, but Dodger grabbed his arm. “I’ll go get him, you go get the car ready.”

Tom didn’t set off right away, though. “You hurt him.” His eyes searched Dodger’s face accusingly.

“Yes. I allowed my frustration to get the better of me. I would like a chance to make amends and ensure he’s alright.”

Tom seemed unsure but nodded. He left Dodger to set off on Blue’s tracks. It didn’t sound as though the man had gone upstairs, so Dodger continued along the hallway towards the storage closets. It wasn’t until he turned around that he spotted Blue, curled protectively under the stairs. His eyes were watching Dodger carefully, but betrayed every bit of fear he felt.

Dodger took a seat on the floor across the hallway, being sure to give him plenty of space. “Careful not to aggravate your wrist more.”

Blue didn’t respond; his broken wrist was curled in his lap, protected by his arms and out of sight.

“Tom is getting the car ready; we’ll take you to the hospital to get that fixed up. I do apologize; I didn’t believe you would strain that hard to be free of my grasp.” Dodger paused, inviting Blue to answer; when he was met with silence, he continued, “Why did you fight so hard?”

Blue spoke in a mutter, not trying to be heard. “It was too much like back then.”

“Back when?”

“…Before the simulation. Before they put me under. They broke my wrist too.”

“…What simulation?”

“The one- the world before- this. It’s fuzzy, I can’t…” Blue sighed shakily, struggling with the words to explain. Dodger motioned for him to breathe, and he did so if not with some exaggeration. “I tried to fight back and they broke my wrist. Then they strapped me down and…”

His face went rather pale, and his gaze drifted to some point beyond Dodger. “And then everything went to shit.”

“Hmm. That conveys almost no information at all.” Blue didn’t react to this comment, staring off and away again. Dodger continued, “Well, this is a very different situation to that. For one, this was an accident. Unless you intended to break your wrist?” Blue shook his head. “And I doubt this will be the end of the world. The cast may be inconvenient, but I imagine the break will heal fine. We have to go right away though, if you do want it to set properly.” Dodger stood, beginning to walk away.

It was not immediate; but the sound of footsteps began to follow his own.

[psuedovillainz]

Breaking Bone (Part 2)

[anticipatricia]

4 / 5 - Alternative layouts for "Mind," another poem by my brother! 

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Makes me want to break my bone!