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Above is the official Hurtcember 2025 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 #hurtcember2025 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 2025" 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. Broken Bone
2. Wounds
3. Bleeding Out
4. Impaled
5. Anxiety
6. Starving
7. Death
8. Freezing
9. Overheated
10. Touch
11. Forgotten
12. Hopeless
13. Pain
14. Fatigue
15. Memory Loss
16. Scrape
17. Thirst
18. Hell
19. Weather
20. Disaster
21. Case
22. Lost
23. Confused
24. Delirium
25. Sick
26. Embarrassment
27. Run
28. Trip
29. Trapped
30. Nausea
31. Suffering
Alt Prompts (Text Copy)
1. "I can fix it"
2. "You promised"
3. "F*** you"
4. "I tried my best"
5. "Why me?"
|| Warnings; brief swearing, brief mentions of killing but nobody dies, reader & Ambessa naked, hints at intimacy if you read between the lines, reader being absolutely smitten for Ambessa, little dialogue
|| Summary; with a slow morning, reader encourages Ambessa to stay in bed with her. Allowing her more time to admire her body. Scars and all.
Requests closed!
Started; December 3rd
Finished; December 3rd
HurtCember2024; Day 4, Scars
Author Note; dropping this one a little early! I couldn't wait that extra sixteen minutes. It's midnight somewhere, right? I'm really happy with how this one turned out đ«¶
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The bed was warm and comfortable as you snuggled up to Ambessa. Enjoying the small moment of peace the two of you shared. With Ambessa, these moments came rare and few. Comparable to scraps off a table. So, you cherished whatever ones appeared. Living in the moment to its absolute fullest. Your finger tips trailed along Ambessa's scars, having started on the ones on her face. Now trailing those on her shoulder. You couldn't help but admire them. The scars held memories and Ambessa often told you the stories of how she got them. She loved retelling her battles to you. Her many victories, how proud she made her ancestors. You'd hang on to every word. Taking the stories in full. You couldn't believe that Ambessa was your lover. She was strong, powerful, the embodiment of leadership and control. Whenever you heard how much she had achieved, it made you feel like you could be doing more yourself. Ambessa motivated you. She was your inspiration.
Her gaze fell to you, feeling your fingers against her skin. Trailing the old scars with nothing but admiration and love in your eyes. You often looked at her like she placed the stars in the sky for you. She would have, too. If they weren't already there. Ambessa found it adorable how simply you were entertained by her. You seemed to love everything she did. She could be killing someone and you would honestly probably look at her the same. The thought alone amused her. You really did love her and she really did have you wrapped around her finger. She cared for you. Protected you. You were hers just as she was yours.
"Darling... are you simply going to look at me all day?" Ambessa asked, amusement in her tone. Her hand wrapped around your waist. Resting to your ass. Bringing you in closer to her. Your eyes met hers, taking your gaze off her scars. Your head rested to her shoulder and your hand cupped her cheek. Feeling how she leaned into your touch. For a woman with the strength that Ambessa had, it was cute. Watching her soften up for you. Even if it was simply to humour you.
"Couldn't I?" You replied. You often did find yourself staring at her all day, without boredom. It wasn't often the two of you weren't at each other's side. You were her most trusted, after all. Ambessa could see clearly how deep your loyalty for her ran. Like you were sculpted just for her and her alone. She knew you would never betray. It was one of Ambessa's favourite qualities about you; the thing that caught her attention to begin with.
A small chuckle left Ambessa at your response. Couldn't you? She supposed you could. Though, she knew sooner or later the two of you would have to get to work. Maybe explore the local cuisine... she sighed, propping her elbow to the pillow. Fingers resting to the side of her head. Her eyes locking with your own," we have quite the busy day ahead of us. Though.. for you, perhaps we could stay in bed just a little longer. If only to humour you."
Your eyes lit up and you tried getting even closer to her. Sometimes you found yourself wishing the two of you could just merge. Being up against her wasn't enough. Your hand continued its journey along her scars. Only parting way for a moment to feel her lower abs. You could feel Ambessa watching your every movement, like she was calculating what you would do before you did it. You didn't mind. You loved when the tables were flipped and she would watch you instead. It made your whole body feel warm. In ways beyond just temperature. Ambessa allowed you to continue for a moment longer, before she reluctantly pulled herself away from you. Getting out of bed to begin her day. You couldn't help but pout just a bit as the warmth left.
Ambessa got dressed in front of you. Hardly caring if you watched, besides. It wasn't nothing you hadn't already seen from her. She was in no rush to get ready, even if she should have been. Enjoying the little show she was putting on for you. Once she was clothed, Ambessa looked to you. A subtle smirk dancing on her lips," if you keep your mouth open like that you'll swallow a fly," she teased.
You blinked, haven't even realizing that your mouth had opened slightly. You quickly closed it and scrambled out of bed. A blush dusting your cheeks. Looking through your drawers, you pulled out your clothes for the day. Ambessa would lean herself over your shoulder. Suggesting what she would like to see you in. You hardly minded. You loved dressing for her.
Once dressed, Ambessa gave you a nod of approval. You joined her at her side and she placed a kiss to your cheek. Her hand resting to your shoulder with a firm hold before the two of you left the room. Beginning your day.
Whumpee is still suffering all these years later. He has been with Whumper for as long as he can remember, his life before is hazy vision which he doesnât believe his real anymore.
Tonight is going to be a special night for Whumper, itâs New Yearâs Eve and he will want to spend the entire evening with Whumpee, he likes to abuse him and debase him on New Years and he ends the ritual by carving the date into Whumpeeâs stomach. So today 2025 will join the long line of dates already scarred across his abdomen.Â
Whumper enters the basement, his footfalls heavy on the wooden stairs as he staggers downward. Whumpee can tell by his gait that he is already drunk. As he reaches the floor he flips a switch, igniting the bare bulb hanging above, flooding the basement with light. Whumpee blinks his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.
As his eyes adjust they focus on Whumper laying tools onto the nearby work bench. Whumpee can see he has brought all his favourites for the night. A black leather whip, a smaller whip but with cat o nine tails. There is a selection of knives including the pearl handled blade that marks each passing year. A shock baton is laid down on the table, followed by a series of leather restraints and a bit gag. That will be removed at various points as Whumper enjoys his screams.Â
A variety of sex toys follow and Whumpee closes his eyes in defeat, itâs going to be one of those nights thenâŠ. His inside already pull taut at the image of what will occur.Â
Whumper casually strolls over to his prone position chained against the wall, runs a finger down his face, catching a stray tear. The sickly scent of booze is already heavy on his breath.Â
He suddenly grabs Whumper by the throat, fingers digging into flesh, he holds his face close to Whumpeeâs as he slams his head back into the concrete behind. He threads his other hand through Whumpeeâs hair and chuckles as he says softly:
âHereâs to us Whumpee and another brutal year of agony just for you, my darling pet. Now letâs begin tonightâs fun â.
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(simon âghostâ riley x gn!reader), phillip graves? x gn!reader, amnesia, coercive behavior, hurtcember day 15: memory loss
A couple hours ago, you woke up in the hospital, with no memory of the past couple years. Someone is on your way to see you, but when he does, why does he feel so... unfamiliar?
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and old metal. Youâre propped up against thin pillows, an IV needle taped into your arm, a mild headache threading its way behind your eyes.Â
Memory loss. The past couple years, just⊠gone. You remember little more than little flashes. Fragments of a life you can't recall living.
You can remember your childhood. Training, boot camp, a few blurry missions, comrades. And then⊠nothing. Just flickers. Flashes of light and roaring noises. A hand gripping yours in a helicopter. A voice behind a mask. Nothing clear, nothing giving you any information on who you are.
A knock cuts through your spiraling. âHey, sweetheart? You awake?â
You look up. The man standing in the doorway is striking. Clean-cut, tall, dressed in tactical black that feels out of place in the sterile room. His smile is soft, almost tender, but it makes something in you deeply uneasy.
He steps in without waiting for permission. Phillip Graves. You've heard of him, vaguely, maybe worked the same opp as him but not with him. Are you now working with him directly? Maybe he is your Commander, since he is here.
âHey, sunshine,â he says quietly as he approaches your bed. âHeard you finally opened those pretty eyes.â
You blink at him. âDo⊠I know you?â
âYeah. Yeah, honey, you do.â He drags a chair across the tiles and sits beside your bed, leaning forward on his elbows. âWeâre⊠close.â
Oh. Oooh⊠ThatâŠ
Your eyes flicker over him again. You don't know him, at least not as far as you remember, but he seems not your usual type. He talks like an accountant.
âIâm sorry,â you murmur. âI donât remember.â
âI know.â He reaches out and lays a hand over yours. His skin is warm, his grip gentle, and his palms scarred. âThey told me what happened. Told me you woke up scared and confused.â His voice dips, softening. âIâm here now. You donât have to worry about a thing.â
Really?
Are you the type to be into that kinda stuff? The âlay back and let me handle itâ type? Maybe that's a newer developmentâŠ? His hand looks odd on yours. Feels odd. Something is off, you don't usually do this with him, do you?Â
The image of a gloved hand flashes before your eyes. Yes, that must be it. You're probably usually in the field with him, so seeing him a tad more casual must be odd. Seing his face is odd. He usually wears a mask, doesn't he?
âI know itâs a lot to take in,â he continues. âI know you probably feel lost. But I promise, once youâre back with me, with my people, thingsâll make sense again.â He lifts your hand, thumb brushing your knuckles like youâre something fragile and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. âWe take care of our own.â
âBack with⊠your people?â
He nods. âShadow Company. Youâve been with us for years.â
That⊠doesnât sound right. Last you remember you were⊠You were⊠The memories are too slippery, but you don't⊠You don't remember PMC compounds and black uniforms, you remember camouflage, british flags, and⊠an emblem? It's too blurry.
You squint, trying to will clarity into existence. âI⊠was? With you?â
âWith me,â he repeats warmly. âMy partner. My right-hand. My love.âÂ
Your heartbeat picks up. âIâm sorry,â you whisper. âI donât feelââ
âHey, hey.â He leans closer, enough that his cologne fills your lungs. âDonât push it. Donât try to force memories that arenât ready to come back.â His smile is tender, but the look in his eyes is so unfamiliar. Is it just the memory loss? Could memory loss truly turn someone into a stranger? âJust trust me. Let me take you home when youâre cleared. Everythingâll fall into place.â
Home. That word rattles something looseâ A flash. The ghost of a memory. Nothing more, just⊠a feeling. Safety, comfort, security. The scent of gun oil and the feeling of warm fabric on your skin. Support.
Your pulse spikes and you blink rapidly. Your head is killing you, your body already fatigued enough and wanting nothing more than to just rest.
Graves notices. âEasy.â His thumb draws a slow circle on your hand. You're not used to someone holding your hand, want to yank it away, but resist the urge. âYouâre safe.â
He is handsome, composed, that all-American confidence combined with enough southern drawl that once upon a time you maybe would have considered a night with him. But something about him feels off. Have you truly forgotten so much that you would be turned off by your own boyfriend?
He squeezes your hand once more before letting go. âIâll get the docs to speed things up. The second they say youâre cleared, Iâm taking you out of here. Weâll get you settled back with the Company, back by my side. Exactly where youâre supposed to be.â
You blink at him and he stops in the door. He looks every bit like the Commander you vaguely remember from his file⊠not like a lover.Â
âThanks,â you whisper, distracted by your racing, pounding head. âCan't wait to get home.â
Synopsis: Ruth has heard stories about a madman who made a Creature, a Monster living among the trees, and first-hand accounts from a family visited by the Spirit of the Forest. As fate would have it, she is alone and fending for herself when she has an encounter with a man who calls himself Adam.
Fandom: Frankenstein
Featuring: Adam x fem!OC
Complete: No
Cross-posted: Ao3, Wattpad
The list of Hurtcember prompts can be found here.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Status: in progress, last updated December 17, 2025
Disclaimer: I donât own Supernatural and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Castiel
Category: Angst
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Title: What Else Is There
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for Hurtcember 2025 over on Tumblr. Prompt 31 â Suffering
Castiel sat on the bed, shoulders tight, eyes unfocused.
Dean sat beside him. After a second, he gently took Casâs hand. âI know youâre hurting.â
Castiel glanced away. âIâm fine.â
âLiar.â
âIâm a soldier, Dean.â Castielâs voice was bleak. âSuffering is what Iâm made for.â
âYeah, well. You werenât built just for that.â
For a long moment, Castiel didnât move. âWhat else is there?â
âThis,â Dean lifted their joined hands slightly. âSomeone caring that you make it through the night.â His throat tightened. âMe caring.â
A small broken sound escaped Casâs chest as his fingers entwined with Deanâs.
