#hurtcember cuddles

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Every Night, Every Day, Every Second

|| Jinx x fem!reader

|| Warnings; Jinx being clingy with reader, Jinx doubting herself, reader teasing Jinx, Jinx assuring herself reader is real, first I love yous

|| Summary; when reader and Jinx spend the night cuddling, reader can't help but admire her. Chaos and all.

Requests closed!

Started; December 8th

Finished; December 8th

HurtCember2024; Day 8, Cuddles

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The night was still young as you laid on the couch. Jinx snuggled right up against you. She was never not cuddling with you. Jinx loved to cuddle. At first, it put her off. It took her a while to get used to it. Then once she did? Well, Jinx was all over you. Every night, every day, every second. You were basically Jinx's favourite chair. She loved you. Which was perfect for you.

Physical touch was one of your biggest love languages, so there were never complaints about it from you. Maybe those around you. Always wondering why Jinx was attached to you. You paid them no mind, hardly caring what they thought. Jinx was all that mattered, anyways. She was your rock, just as you were hers.

Night continued to drag on. Neither you or Jinx made an effort to move; did you have stuff to do? Maybe. But this was much better. Feeling Jinx against you, her warmth, steady breathing... it was everything. She was everything. Your eyes wandered down to her. Admiring the way Jinx looked. How at ease she seemed. Even within her chaos, there were moments like these that felt almost domestic in nature. Where you just spent time with your favourite gal. Your hands played with Jinx's hair.

The action brought her attention to you. Jinx looked up into your eyes, seeing the look you were giving her. It made her blush," what is it? Do I have oil on me again?" She asked, rubbing at her cheek. She wasn't sure why you were staring. She wasn't that interesting. Right?

You couldn't help but chuckle, bringing her in even closer. Kissing the spot on her cheek where she rubbed in her search for nonexistent oil," no. You just... I don't know, you're really pretty," you murmured. Your own cheeks turning the same pink as Jinx's.

Jinx looked to you again. Adjusting herself so the two of you were now chest to chest," ya know.. if ya wanted a kiss you could have just taken one, dummy. Don't gotta butter little ol me up." Her hands cupped your cheeks, just feeling you. Assuring herself you're real.

Your hands came up and rested on her wrists, giving Jinx a gentle smile. You knew she needed the assurance, you really didn't mind. You'd let her do anything if it helped," that's not what I was doing, J. But I wouldn't mind a kiss if you're offering~" you teased.

Jinx laughed and kissed you. Her lips soft against your own, moving slowly. With care you didn't see her have with really much else. When the kiss broke, you gave her another brief one, meeting her eyes again," I love you." You hadn't said those words to each other yet. But you meant them. Every letter.

Jinx's eyes widened, her heart rate speeding up. Did you just say...? She wasn't sure she heard you right," say it again?"

You laughed, playfully nudging her," you know, normally this is the part where you say it back."

"I know- I just- say it again."

"I love you," you humoured her. Knowing Jinx probably needed the assurance again. She seemed to just melt in your hold, cuddling up to you further. As though trying to merge your bodies together with no success.

"I love you, too."

[stabbysideblog]

Lazy day dance

“Five more minutesssss” Dream groaned stretching his arm over Techno who had the gall to decide that 12 pm was a reasonable time to get up when it was a Saturday with no plans. Between therapy, training, legal proceedings, and physical therapy life had become a mess of obligations. Today was their one day away from it all so yes Dream did want to sleep in a bit longer. 

“Fine, only cause ya’ make such a compellin argument.” Techno says adjusting so Dream is cupped in the curve of his body. “But just five more minutes.”

“Sure, Sure.” The smaller man says already drifting back into the realm of dreams.

It starts with a dance. He’s young and dancing and his feet don’t hurt yet and his bones haven’t been cracked yet and it’s the movement of his body and the air and the beat. He dances because he wants to, he dances alone, he dances with friends, he dances in the rain, he dances in the sun. The steps get more elaborate and his feet start to hurt. Still he dances, his heartbeat in the steps each dip a breath. It’s a natural as living. The tempo increases and he’s overheating as explosions go off around him. He dances around tnt, he dances the steps of plans, he dances secret promises and deeper fears. The volume increases and the dance doesn’t stop. He dances alone as it slows down finally. His body aches but he still dances. He dances the book until the moves are burned into his soul. He dances the plan. He dances his own betrayal. The music changes, unprepared his steps unsynced he stumbles. It becomes a salsa, his partner a burning star. Each basic a burn, each turn a cut. He dances until his feet bleed. He dances until his bones grind apart, he dances until Sir ties him down and stops the beating of his heart. 

When he wakes up it’s with tears in his eyes. Techno holds him until the shaking stops then till his breathing slows. He doesn’t have to explain the monster that haunts him. He doesn't have to explain the dance. Techno warms a cup of tea and their lazy day turns into a lazy afternoon into a lazy night. And when Dream doesn’t want to sleep he doesn’t ask questions just pulls out the board games. 

[astaldis]

@witchermonstermayhem   @hurtcember

For the Hurtcember prompts 8 "Cuddle" and 13 "Nightmare" and the Witchery Yuletide Calendar Door 13 "Snow" ❄️ ❄️❄️

Chapters: 1/1     Words: 543 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher), Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Angoulême (The Witcher), Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: Friendship, Snow, Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst

Summary: It snows and snows and snows. And Geralt is cold. But Regis knows an easy remedy.

[hurtcember]

Above is the official Hurtcember 2024 prompts list.

Below are alternative prompts in case one doesn't want to do a few of the prompts (but still do the whole challenge) or for those who just want to write/draw more.

Both lists are typed out at the bottom of this post.

RULES 1. You can write/draw for any fandom or pairing 2. You can write/draw SFW or NSFW content, just label it accordingly 3. Please tag any Tumblr posts sharing your prompt fills with #hurtcember2024 so that we can find and repost them 4. If you post your works to AO3, please add them to this collection and add "Hurtcember" and/or "Hurtcember 2024" to the additional tags of your prompt fill(s) 5. The challenge officially starts on December 1st but feel free to write/draw before then and/or submit things after the month ends officially, whatever works best for you 6. Be kind to other participants 7. You DO NOT have to do every single prompt if you don't want to. The point is to have fun and spark creativity, not to feel like you're doing a chore

Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. Collapse 2. Breakdown 3. Blood 4. Scars 5. Faint 6. Touch-Starved 7. Abandoned 8. Cuddle 9. Exhaustion 10. Touch Aversion 11. Caretaking 12. Cry 13. Nightmare 14. Near Death 15. Trauma 16. Bruise 17. Concussion 18. Fatigue 19. Desperate 20. Panic 21. Afraid 22. Self-Harm 23. Bed-bound 24. Dissociate 25. Accident 26. Guilt 27. Pain 28. Captive 29. Dehydration 30. Dizzy 31. Hyperventilation

Alt Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. "Don't leave" 2. "Help me" 3. "Leave me alone" 4. "It's my fault" 5. "Take my hand"

[whumpdreaming]

My introduction!

Hi! My name is Heather (they/them). I've been a lurker for some time, but I now realize what I've been writing has been whump all along, so.. hello!

My first encounters with whump were in Sunday school 😭😭 some of those kid's bible books were insanely whumpy for no reason at alI, and then it's only now I learn what the term actually is. I speak decent French (getting back into it after not using it for a few years), I intend to go to culinary school and become a professional chef, and my main fandoms include Overwatch, Baldur's Gate (not into it as much anymore, sadly), Epic: The Musical, and Ultrakill and FNAF (which I don't write much fic for).

This blog will never contain NSFW content! Kink blogs and antis please DNI!

What this blog will contain:

Whump (obviously)

My own writing (lots of drabbles, occasionally some of my more involved work ; aka my two big projects, a BBU story since that setting grabbed me by the brain as soon as I saw it for the first time, and various Overwatch characters getting whumped to hell and back --- I don't see enough talk about Cole Cassidy's big sad puppy dog eyes)

Lots and lots of reblogs since that's easier than actually writing 😅

Keep in mind that this isn't a NSFW blog and I won't be posting anything sexual/explicit, but I'm a fan of intense/graphic whump and things can get pretty dark. In those cases, there'll be a warning at the top of the post along with the content listings just to make sure everyone stays safe!

Some of my favorite tropes:

Living weapons!!

Gore (I'm not a fan of major character death, so I like it best when a healing factor is involved if it's very intense)

Parental caretakers

Transition/weight gain in recovery

Recovery in general, especially when difficult!

Lab whump!

Pet whump!

Chronic pain (totally not coping with this one)

Dehumanization!!

Vivisection!!

Panic attacks

Emotional distress of all kinds

Sickfics!!

If you send me any asks or requests or interact with my posts or say literally anything nice about me whatsoever I will give you my firstborn child

Some of my favorite whump blogs that inspired me to make a blog in the first place: @painonthebrain @whumpninja @defire @whumpwordsoftheday @sowhumpshaped

@sickfictropes @allthingswhumpyandangsty @writinglittlepains @whumpyourdamnpears --- sorry in advance if you didn't want to be mentioned! 😭

Btw --- check out my Widowmaker whump fic :)

Series:

Barbara Summers has a bad time with the mob (I'll update it someday I promise) ; also called "Consequences"

Intro

One

Two

Drabbles: (Electrocution+Unconscious+"Say Please") (Warm Bath + Fresh Bandages + "..Nothing. It just hurts") (Broken Fingers+Trying not to scream+"Aw, poor thing")

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Crownchain

Character/setting introduction

"Foul Play"

"Pulling Strings"

Whump+Hurtcember: (Day 1: Collapse + Broken Bones) (Day 2: Breakdown + "This is your fault") (Day 3: Blood + Begging) (Day 4: "Help me" alt prompt + "This isn't my blood") (Day 5: Faint + Concussion) (Day 6: Touch Starved + "Please stop") (Day 7: Abandoned + Kidnapped) (Day 8: Cuddle + Fire alt prompt) (Day 9: Exhausted + Shaking) (Day 10: Touch Aversion + "Let me help you") (Day 11: "It's my fault" alt prompt + Manipulation) (Day 12: Cry + "I have nowhere else to go") (Day 13: Nightmare + Trauma)

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Hemopenia

Stages of blood withdrawal

Stage Zero

Pilot

Not Dead

Stage One

Lively

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That's about it for now!! Thanks for reading!

[elodiah]

Post S2 reunion fic, set in my Revival universe. Here be angst, feels and tears, with a Loki-whump backdrop, yarrrrr.

@hurtcember

Hurtcember #8 - Cuddle

[alpaca-clouds]

Catlike [Hurtcember Day 08 - Spite/Rook]

Today's story for @hurtcember had the prompt Cuddle. And this made me think of Spite. Because to me he is so much like a cat.

Catlike

Fandom: Dragon Age - The Veilguard Shipping: Spite/Rook Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Lucanis has fainted. Spite gets their body to safety. Safety to Spite means Rook.

[tatteredgod]

Hurtcember Day 8

Prompt: cuddle

Summary: Begins from Day 1, continues from Day 7. Part 8/?. Kiryu tells Majima and Saejima what happened on the roof of Touto University Hospital, and in turn is told about Daigo's PTSD. An argument ensues between Kiryu and Majima. At least Daigo gets cuddled in the end…

Preview:

“Yeah. It was then Richardson and Black Monday stormed the roof. Richardson saw that Mine was no longer an ally. He and his goons had guns on us, were going to kill me and Mine…that’s when…” Kiryu laughed suddenly, incredulously. “Just fuckin’ crazy,” Majima muttered. “I still don’t believe it.” He took another swig. “What?” Saejima was annoyed. “What fuckin’ happened?” “Our sweet li’l Daigo-chan fuckin’ woke up from his coma, is what happened,” Majima told him, chuckling. “Ya know. As ya do. An’ just popped all those Black Monday goons, eh, Kiryu?” “He rolled off the stretcher, grabbed Mine’s gun and killed Richardson’s men. He even shot and disarmed Richardson.” Kiryu shook his head slowly. “It was a miracle. Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed it, all of it.”

[totalstupidityaddict]

hurtcember 6 through 8, Touch-Starved, Abandoned, and Cuddle, are up, up, UP on the StP fic!

chapter 8 preview below the cut ✨

But the Princess did not despair. After all, she had a hero now. The feathered form of her… attempted rescuer from before would be back any moment now. He had to be. But what if he wasn’t? She shook off the thought. He would be back. He would rescue her. What if something takes over him again? Ignored. Brushed away. What if he leaves me here? No. None of those were possibilities. They weren’t possibilities. The Princess shoved the thoughts far, far away, deep below a fluffy cloud of optimism. And just to be sure they were really, truly buried… He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be back. He will be—

[ao3feed-drstrange]

chosen guardian

by popcorn_plots Stephen breaks down when Wong's down for the count. Jio steps up. Hurtcember Day 8: Cuddle Words: 683, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of hurtcember 2024 Fandoms: Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Hamir the Hermit (Marvel), Jio (OC) Relationships: Stephen Strange/Wong, Stephen Strange & Jio (OC) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, probably, Hurt Stephen Strange via https://ift.tt/ZwjzEGP

[newwwwusername]

@hurtcember 2024 day 8: cuddle

[ausaplenty]

Crumbling

Cricket Croft. Lilian Moros. Trapped after an earthquake. Brief reference to suicide.

Future verse. 1004 words. Hurtcember - Day 8 "Cuddle"

The ringing in her ears was actually a distraction from the way her stomach roiled and her head swam with emotions and thoughts. The dark air was hazy with dust. She gasped as she inhaled, the action triggering a wave of nauseating pain that was definitely her own. She closed her eyes, almost wishing for unconsciousness.

“-Li! Aunt Li…LiLi …” The childish pleas faded in and out, fighting with the tinnitus. She whimpered as small hands found her shoulder and shook frantically. “Aunt LiLi! Please ... wake up!”

Cricket. The earthquake.

She groaned and forced her eyes open. Part of the roof had caved in and was angled in front of them, covering them in darkness, and there was debris surrounding them. She remembered the ground rolling below them, the beams screaming as they bent and warped. She remembered how sharp Cricket’s name sounded on her lips as she called for her. She remembered shadows rising over them, shielding them as the walls crumbled around them. She remembered a cacophony of cries and fear as the people were buried or thrown to the ground until she fainted from the weight of it all.

The 12-year-old’s face was coated with grime, marred by a thin streak of blood from her temple. Her hair stuck out at odd angles. She was saying something indistinguishable to the telepath’s ears but the familiar voice rang out in the sea of confusion and panic.

Don’t leave me. Please. I don’t know what’s happening. Please be alright.

“I’m … fine,” Lilian ground out. She tried to sit up but couldn’t stop the agonized hiss that escaped her lips as a lance of pain shot up her ribs. Her hand sought the source as she shoved the chunks of stone away from her body. She clenched teeth as her fingers found the metal shard that was embedded. Her shirt was warm and wet with blood, slowly seeping out.

Need to stop – stop the bleeding.

Cricket pushed her hand aside and gripped the piece. LiLi cried out at the violent jolt that raced through her.

“I-I’m sorry!” the child babbled, recoiling in horror. Behind her, the shadows writhed and stretched out to fill the gaps in their prison.

Like her mother, Cricket felt everything so wholly. LiLi fought against the overwhelming urge to sob from the girl’s terror and guilt. “Wha … what happened?”

The girl shuffled back, resting on her heels. She sniffed and wiped her runny nose on her arm.

“I c-couldn’t hold it,” she stammered. “Y-y-you passed o-out and I-I-I freaked out.”

That explained the injuries. She’d stopped the damage from the rapidly falling debris, but the shifting material from the aftershocks had

“Th-then the stu-stuff started f-f-falling and I-I-I couldn’t p-p-protect-”

LiLi shushed her, finding her hand and squeezing comfortingly. She stopped herself from wincing from the way Cricket clamped her hand.

“Sunshine, breathe, you did great,” the telepath soothed, trying to gently coax her goddaughter into self-regulating. Her side throbbed angrily, pulling her attention back to it. “Can you … can you do me a favor?”

Cricket nodded vigorously, crawling closer until her hands were hovering over Lilian’s body.

The telepath closed her eyes to hide the tears welling in her eyes. “I’m … I’m going to pull out the shard myself. And I need you to pack … it with shadows.”

She focused on Cricket’s thoughts, a clear beacon on the tumultuous sea, trying to shutter out any other thought and feeling that she could. There was so much going on and she was mentally buffeted by the waves of pain.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

She met the tween’s warm brown eyes.

“You can do this,” LiLi repeated, her support unwavering. She forced her hand to be just as steady when her fingers closed around the piece. “On count of three … one … two …”

The shadow spread along her side, surrounding the detritus.

“…Three.”

Lilian ground her teeth as she yanked, feeling the dark tendril cover the gash. It was like a familiar touch and she fought against the surge of memories of that stinging balm on slashes across her wrists, her throat, her heart. A whimper escaped and she couldn’t stop the tremors that cascaded over her body.

“Aunt LiLi? Are you OK?” Cricket pressed, worried. Her hand closed around LiLi’s shoulder, squeezing anxiously.

She couldn’t do this. It was too much. Everything kept piling up and she could feel her tenuous control fraying.

Lilian gasped in pain and surprise when arms gently wrapped around her torso, carefully avoiding the wound. Cricket’s head rested on her shoulder. The weight grounded her, allowing the 12-year-old’s relief and love to suffuse her mind.

Cricket. Focus on Cricket.

They sat there, comforted by the dark, while LiLi slowly fought through everything.

Cricket grabbed a shirt off the ground, turning away to shake some of the dust. The shadows tore into it, transforming it into wide ribbons that their mistress used as an actual bandage.

With a groan, Lilian shifted so she leaned against the wall.  Her side protested the move, but she ignored it. She cautiously pressed the wound, testing to see if the bleeding had stopped.

“Perfect,” she praised with a wan smile.

Her offering was met with a tentative grin before the tween climbed over her legs and cleared a spot beside her. Cricket gingerly snuggled against Lilian’s uninjured side.

The shadows prodded at the gaps, sending showers of dust and rubble. Lilian could hear creaks as the materials shifted. The building was multi-storied, meaning there was no determining how much had crumbled on top of them.

“What do we do now?” Cricket murmured, words slurring from exhaustion.

Lilian gave her a comforting squeeze. “Rest. We’ll figure it out soon.”

She started singing lullabies, ones that once been deemed too childish for the youngest Croft, until she could feel Cricket’s breathing evening out. In sleep, the child clung tightly to the telepath, oblivious to quiet breakdown.

[whumpdreaming]

Crownchain Whumpcember + Hurtcember Day 8

All the other fills can be found in my pinned post! Another flashback, this one is still not necessarily explicit but it is certainly *implied* and Sophia is a very creepy woman and is responsible for actually a large amount of Kyrie's trauma and why she has such issues accepting comfort even years into the future :)

Day 8: Cuddle + Fire (alt prompt)

Kyrie stares very intently at the fire in front of her, burning on a tall, thin brazier, sitting in Preceptor Sophia's lap. The gentle touch feels nice, but Kyrie is too focused on the fire.

With one hand rubbing her shoulder, Preceptor Sophia guides Kyrie's right hand up close to the fire, feeling its heat, watching it flicker as it illuminates the small, dark chamber.

"You know what happens now. It'll be worse if you resist," Preceptor Sophia says.

Kyrie nods dimly. Preceptor Sophia's breath is warm on the back of her neck. "You have such nice hair," she whispers into Kyrie's ear. Kyrie's eyes begin to tear up.

Slowly, Preceptor Sophia guides Kyrie's pinky finger into the fire. Instinctively, she tries to jolt her hand away, but she's not allowed, and whimpers softly at the bright pain.

"Shhh. Shhh," Preceptor Sophia soothes, kissing Kyrie on the cheek. She moves Kyrie's hand further into the fire. Kyrie starts wailing, finally allowed to rip her hand away, a fair part of her palm and two of her fingers raw and blistered, stinging harshly against the comparatively cold air. She can't close them all the way.

"A little early," Preceptor Sophia whispers, right into Kyrie's ear, resting her head in the crook of Kyrie's neck, her other hand now under Kyrie's shirt. "But you've been a good girl. So I'll accept it."

Kyrie is proud of herself — she's a good girl — and is glad that Preceptor Sophia is being so nice to her. She nods slowly, and Preceptor Sophia smiles.

[ao3feed-drstrange]

chosen guardian

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZwjzEGP by popcorn_plots Stephen breaks down when Wong's down for the count. Jio steps up. Hurtcember Day 8: Cuddle Words: 683, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of hurtcember 2024 Fandoms: Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Hamir the Hermit (Marvel), Jio (OC) Relationships: Stephen Strange/Wong, Stephen Strange & Jio (OC) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, probably, Hurt Stephen Strange read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZwjzEGP

[ao3feed-drstrange]

chosen guardian

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xy5HQLc by popcorn_plots Stephen breaks down when Wong's down for the count. Jio steps up. Hurtcember Day 8: Cuddle Words: 683, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of hurtcember 2024 Fandoms: Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Hamir the Hermit (Marvel), Jio (OC) Relationships: Stephen Strange/Wong, Stephen Strange & Jio (OC) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, probably, Hurt Stephen Strange read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xy5HQLc

[ao3feed-drstrange]

chosen guardian

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xy5HQLc by popcorn_plots Stephen breaks down when Wong's down for the count. Jio steps up. Hurtcember Day 8: Cuddle Words: 683, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of hurtcember 2024 Fandoms: Doctor Strange (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Hamir the Hermit (Marvel), Jio (OC) Relationships: Stephen Strange/Wong, Stephen Strange & Jio (OC) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, probably, Hurt Stephen Strange read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xy5HQLc