Could you write a g/t [giant/tiny] gorey whump scene? Maybe something with crushed bones? Pweeeeaasseeeeeee?? 🥺
Of course!
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Just a Pinch
(tw: giant/tiny, broken bones, crushed bones, dislocation, caught stealing)
Whumpee clamped a hand over their mouth, stifling the heavy wet breaths that shoved in and out of them in a desperate ache. They kept their back to the table leg, hoping the monster of a thing tromping around the room wouldn’t see them from this angle.Â
They shifted minutely as the giant moved, tracking their footsteps and shuffling to the side.
“Where are you hiding, little pest?” rumbled the voice. It was so deep. It made sense it would be. Sound reverberates deeper in a larger throat. But. but it was so unnatural, grinding against Whumpee’s little ears.
The monster stopped making sound. Stopped walking. Stopped breathing. Stopped speaking. Whumpee trembled, holding completely still. Their lungs screamed for air they refused to give. They wouldn’t bring it in silently. They couldn’t. They’d be foun-
They sucked in a gasp of air only to scream it out again as a hand slapped down around the table leg, crushing them against it and shoving the rest of the air from their lungs.
Pain crochet down their spine and one of their legs, immediately turning to a searing wrongness as fingers curled and scrambled around them to trap them in completely. Whumpee managed to wrestle one arm free of the grip before it closed completely, but flailing to try to beat the hand away from them, but it did no good. The giant hoisted them up high regardless, twisting and turning them to look them over.
“Aha-! Not as quick as you think you are, huh~?”
Whumpee squirmed as agony traveled up their femur. “Yy-yyyou broke m-”
“Oh nooooo, did I hurt you, little thief~?” The grip tightened, forcing wheezing air from their chest yet again.
Whumpee’s one arm shoved and battered against a knuckle, but it didn’t give. Not even a bit.
“How about that, huh? You stopped screaming, so this is probably better, yeah?”
Whumpee gasped for air, breaths impossibly shallows in their panic and confines. Their head shook back and forth.
“No? Maybe a little more, then-”
Something popped. Something popped. Then something else snapped.
Their ribs exploded in pain, crushed under the giant’s grip and splintering toward their lungs. Tears streaked hot down their face and neck as they tried to squirm free, but it was useless. Pain ripped through them like a wildfire takes a desolate field of dry grass. Rapid, formless, and all-consuming in its hunger.
“There we go. That seems like enough.” Whumper gave them one more squeeze before dropping them down to the ground. “Stay out of the cupboards next time, pest.”
Whumpee wheezed and gasped for breath, trying to shove themself up to hands and knees. Their shoulder gave out, hanging wrong and strange.
“Get out of my kitchen,” the giant huffed, kicking them half across the floor in a flurry of tumbling hits.
Fear alone made it possible for them to shunt their broken and screaming body to the little crack in the wall, pulling themself inside it and into safety.
Then whumpee collapsed to the dusty floor within the wall, trembling so hard they could feel the bones’ edges grinding together. Their eyes blurred, falling out of focus as they heard the footsteps blessedly retreating to a different part of the house.
Someone would find them.
Someone would come by and find them.
They just had to wait.
