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Kane & Jim #39: Heat Wave Part 2

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“Okay. However you wanna do it.” Kane heard from within his cocoon. “We’re at the door. You let me know when to step out. If anything hurts, say something and I’ll bring you right back inside.”

This was it. He was going outside, in the daytime. With only a few layers protecting him from the sun. To go to a hunter’s house. While restrained to the point of immobility.

He hesitated. Maybe if he just didn’t say anything, it would all go away.

But he was so hot, so massively uncomfortable. He’d thought it was bad before being wrapped up in blankets, but now the heat was nearly unbearable. And the sooner he gave Jim the signal to step out, the sooner he would feel nice, cool air again.

Kane couldn’t really speak at this point, but he made a soft sound, half-hoping Jim wouldn’t hear him.

“Alright. You’re gonna be fine. Opening the door.” Jim said as Kane’s heart pounded, every muscle in his overheated body tensed with dreadful anticipation.

He could feel Jim walking forward, leaning back against his chest. Somehow, horribly, he felt even hotter.

The sun was shining on him. And despite the unbearable heat, no burn followed.

“Anything hurt?” Jim asked.

Kane shook his head no, shaking.

“Great. You’re doing great, Kane. It’s alright, I’ve gotcha. Not gonna let anything bad happen to you.” came Jim’s soothing voice as he felt himself laid down in what he assumed, what he hoped, was the trunk.

“You all set for me to get the ball rolling on this?” Jim asked.

Kane made a soft whining sound, nodding. He wanted this over with as soon as possible.

“Alright. Shout if you need anything, loud, so I can hear you. I’ll get you out of there soon as possible.”

And with a thunk, the trunk was closed, leaving Kane trapped inside. He soon felt the car begin to move from within his sweltering prison.

It’s not the sun. It’s not the sun. It’s not the sun.

Kane repeated his mantra to himself over and over again, as if it would make the all-encompassing heat he was currently experiencing any better. But it felt like every passing minute, it was getting hotter and hotter, the blankets duct-taped snugly around him, pressing in on his clammy skin. He squirmed, trying to see if he could find a more comfortable position, but he was completely, utterly stuck.

Worse, as the minutes passed, Kane was finding it more and more difficult to breathe. His space was so limited, he felt like he was breathing the same stale air over and over. He couldn’t tell whether that was true, or if it was just so warm and cramped that it only felt that way.

I can’t move. I can’t breathe. It’s too hot! His thoughts spiraled into panic as he lay helpless in the trunk, his short, rapid breaths only making it worse. He thrashed briefly, but stopped as soon as he heard a small rip.

No. He was a full-strength vampire now, kept healthy by Jim’s gracious blood. He wasn’t trapped. He could easily tear himself out of this suffocating prison if he wanted to.

And then when Jim opened the trunk, he would be burned by the sun.

Kane forced himself to lay still, trying to calm down. A rip, there had been a rip. He couldn’t see anything beyond the blanket directly in front of his eyes and the sweat dripping from his hair to his face, unsure of what exactly ripped. Had it been the tape, or one quilt, or both? He was so glad he’d chosen to have two. So glad Jim had offered him more protection from the sun, no matter how hellish this was. Part of him wished he’d taken Jim up on his offer to sit up front.

He’d endured worse. Less than thirty minutes, and he’d be released. But as the car drove and drove and drove, Kane’s anxiety increased. He had no way of telling how long it had been, but it felt longer than thirty minutes.

A horrible thought occurred to him: had all this been a ruse to get him compliant so he could be sent back?

No. Jim wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

Kane’s heart pounded as he considered the possibility. Jim had promised that if he ever couldn’t keep him, he would kill him instead. He’d slowly grown to trust Jim over the last months, trusted that Jim would allow him basic needs like food and safety. But now, trapped in the trunk of a car in broad daylight, he felt stupid. How had he allowed this to happen to himself? For someone with so much reason to hate him to hold this much power over him?

His stake was packed in his luggage bag. Kane wormed around a bit, trying to feel for it, but he seemed to be the only thing in the trunk. His bag had to be in the back seat. Or, well, if it was all a lie and he was being taken back to the hunters, maybe it wasn’t even in the car at all. His only means of self-made salvation, far away in the safe haven Jim’s home had become.

Kane sobbed. Please, please, I want to be good. I was trying to be good. You don’t even need to feed me, you don’t even need to keep me alive, just please don’t make me go back.

Finally, after what seemed much too long to be just thirty minutes bound in the tight, oppressive heat, the car stopped. Kane’s heart hammered in his chest. Anything could happen now. He had no idea where he was, and he could easily be thrown into the sun.

He heard the trunk open, flinching as much as he was able. Luckily, he didn’t burn.

“We made it, man.” came Jim’s voice. “Looks like you’re all clear, I’m gonna carry you inside.”

Kane felt hands on his upper back and behind his knees, lifting him out of the trunk. Please, please don’t let me burn, please don’t take me back, please just let me out somewhere safe.

“It’s okay, Kane. You’re okay. You’re almost there, just breathe.” Jim said gently.

I’m trying! There wasn’t enough air, the world was constricting him.

“He’s restrained, right? You can let him out anywhere.”

Kane never thought he’d be so happy to hear Liz’s voice. Maybe it really had only been thirty minutes, and the heat had just gotten to him.

“Alright, cool.” Jim replied, setting him on a hard surface. The floor, most likely.

“Is that the vampire?” an unfamiliar voice asked, sending Kane’s heart skyrocketing. Jim hadn’t mentioned anyone else being here. “Can I see?”

“Yeah, you’re about to see.” Jim replied. “Just be careful, he gets scared easy. No sudden moves or anything.”

“Gotcha.” the unknown person agreed.

He heard tape being unwound, and felt himself tumble as one of the quilts came off. Instantly, some of the heat subsided, bringing him a rush of relief.

“Oh, looks like you tore through some of the tape there. Guess two blankets really was a good call.” Jim said as he tore off the second set of tape.

And suddenly, blissfully, the blanket opened to cool air. Kane gasped, sucking in fresh air like he’d been denied it for days. It wasn’t nearly as bad as those times he had been, he hadn’t even fully had his air cut off, but being able to breathe normally again was amazing. He tried to steady himself against the floor, before remembering his hands were bound.

Jim rubbed his back. “There you go. You’re alright. We made it. No burns?”

Kane shook his head, which only made him more dizzy than he already was. “N-none. Thank you so much.” He hugged his head with his hands, trying to make the world stop spinning.

“Oh, shit. You okay?” Jim asked.

“I’ve got it.” said the unknown person, sporting a swath of dyed-blue hair. They ran off to the kitchen, and Kane could hear the tap running before they came back with a soaked washcloth. “Here.”

Jim took the washcloth and pressed it to Kane’s forehead, pleasantly cold. “Knew the trunk was a bad idea.”

“Feels nice.” Kane murmured. He was still frequently surprised when things felt nice, it had become such a foreign concept to him.

“Good.” Jim said with a smile. “Um... Laken, this is Kane.”

Kane knew that name. Liz’s friend, Jim had mentioned them before. He turned his attention to the unknown person, a curious smile greeting them.

“Heyo.” they greeted, casually raising a hand. “I’m Laken de la Cruz, Liz’s hunting partner. Weird to meet you, I guess?”

Kane leaned closer into Jim’s arms, suddenly even more wary than he had been before. Of course Liz’s friend would also be a hunter.

“Hey, it’s alright. They’re not gonna hurt you. You’re safe, remember?” Jim soothed.

“Oh yeah, totally. I’m off the clock.” the hunter said lightheartedly, with a wink. “Sides, you’re already locked.” They gestured to the cuffs encircling Kane’s wrists and ankles.

“Alright, alright.” Liz interjected, clearly annoyed. Kane whimpered slightly, clinging to Jim. “Let’s get you guys set up.”

“In the basement?” Kane asked hopefully.

“This house doesn’t have a basement.” Jim said.

No, no, no. That was bad, bad. Basements were safe. In a basement, he wouldn’t have to worry about- “But, but the sun?”

“I’m setting you up in... the spare room. The curtains are closed.” Liz said awkwardly. Kane had a feeling there was something off about what she was saying, but he didn’t dare question her.

Kane didn’t like this. He didn’t want to stay in a room where he was only the brush of a curtain away from being burned. Sure, he hung out with Jim in his living room, but Jim was there. He would be left alone in there, this time. He hadn’t been alone in a windowed room... ever.

But he didn’t have a choice. There were no other options. He should be grateful his life was in the hands of humans who cared enough to close the curtains. He forced a smile. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Yeah, well. It happens, I guess.” Liz said curtly, her irritation spiking his anxiety. He stopped himself from instinctively clinging tighter to Jim, knowing that would only annoy her more.

“Do you sleep in the daytime or nighttime?” Laken asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Oh. Um, nighttime.” he answered. “I’m on Jim’s schedule.”

“What does blood taste like?” they asked next, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Kane could feel Jim freeze against him.

“Laken.” Liz said in a warning tone.

Laken glanced at Jim for a millisecond. “Shit. Sorry. I got carried away, my bad. Just never met a vampire outside of fightin’ before.”

Liz rolled her eyes. “They’ve tried to interview those vampires, too. Mid-combat.”

Laken shrugged. “They weren’t very open to communication, but it was worth a shot.”

“Okay! I’m gonna get Kane set up in Mom and Dad’s room.” Jim interrupted. “You don’t mind me uncuffing him so he can shower, right?”

Ah. That was Liz’s problem talking about the room. Kane didn’t know what to do about it, all he was doing was following the humans’ directions. He just wanted them to be pleased with him so he wouldn’t be hurt.

“Nah. It’s daytime and we’ve got two hunters here, I doubt he’d try anything.” Liz said.

Jim grabbed both their luggage bags, handed Kane’s to him, and dragged him up the stairs. Kane was relieved to finally be away from the hunters.

“Alright, here we are.” Jim said, opening the door to his parents’ old room. “You’re gonna chill here for the next few days while my place gets fixed up.”

Kane warily eyed the curtains, as if gauging how likely they were to leap from the windows and attack. “Yes. Thank you.”

“I know you probably wanna grab a shower after all that. Lemme unlock those for you.” Jim fished the keys out of his pocket and removed Kane’s cuffs. “I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”

“Okay.” Kane agreed, staring at his own wrists.

“Hey.” Jim said, causing Kane to look back up at him. “I know this was real scary for you. Thanks for doing it anyway.”

Kane nodded. “It’s... probably better this way. Than being in the heat for hours waiting for sunset. Thank you for making it... not bad.”

“Yeah, I mean, I know... what it’s like to be really afraid. I wanted to smooth it out, you know? Take a nice cool shower. See you in a bit.” Jim waved him goodbye, dropping the cuffs outside the door and heading to his own room.

He’d slept over a few times since moving out, so it wasn’t that unusual. It always felt nostalgic to be back here, but knowing Kane was one door down made everything... surreal. And despite himself, a little scary.

After he unpacked, Jim started toward the stairs.

“He’s sensitive, Laken. You’ve gotta be more careful with what you say around him.” Liz said in hushed tones, though still loud enough for Jim to hear. He paused in his tracks.

“He can’t be that sensitive. He lives with the vampire. You gotta stop babying him. He’s a grown man.” Laken argued. “Jim’s stronger than you think he is.”

Huh. He never thought Laken saw him that way. He’s never even seen himself that way.

“Listen, I’m not saying he’s not. He’s gotta be, to get through what that fucking monster did to him. I can’t believe the damn vampire’s in my house. It’s just...” Liz sighed. “He’s fragile, okay? You aren’t the one who’s held him after nightmares. You aren’t the one who he calls at three in the morning because he’s scared. You aren’t the one who had to help him write a practice speech begging the vampire for mercy, because Jim was afraid Kane would snap his ankles if he found him. The less reminders of things he doesn’t wanna think about, the better. And the fact that the vampire sees him as food is definitely one of those things.”

Jim winced at the reminder, knowing that only proved her right.

He remembered that speech. He’d written it not long after escaping. He still had it, written on crumpled paper with shaking hands and splotched with tear-stains. Though he supposed he definitely didn’t need it anymore.

“It’s sweet how much you care about him, Lizzie. But if anything’s gonna be a reminder, it’s probably the vampire himself, who he already sees every day. Did you ever think he’d be able to do that? Jim’s up there alone with him right now, taking his restraints off. I’m just saying, he’s obviously still got issues, anyone would after what happened to him, but he’s getting better.”

Better? Am I? Jim didn’t feel better. He felt like he was getting irrationally scared of shit every single day. But Laken was right, in a way. He’d never imagined he could live with Kane again, and willingly.

“I guess you’re right.” Liz conceded. “And I’m glad for it, too. He deserves a little peace, though I don’t know how much he’s getting, considering...”

“Well, the vampire doesn’t seem to be much of a threat these days.” Laken said.

“How can you be so casual about it?” Liz asked. “You know what they’re capable of. And this one’s proven what he’s capable of.”

Jim decided he’d had enough eavesdropping, coming down the stairs loud enough to make sure he wouldn’t sneak up on anyone. “Laken’s right. Kane’s not a threat anymore, I’ve got everything under control.”

Laken gave him a friendly smile, but Liz startled. She knows I overheard.

“Alright, alright. I’m outnumbered.” Liz threw her hands up in defeat. “I’m already letting him stay here, aren’t I?”

“Thanks again for that, Liz. I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise.” Jim said.

“Of course. I’ll always have your back.”

After a delightfully cool shower and a fresh change of clothes, Kane unpacked his luggage. He decided to keep his stake inside the bag, just in case someone happened to be watching him re-pack when it was time to go. Jim came back up shortly after, re-cuffing him and letting him know he’d be right downstairs if he needed anything.

Despite his fear of staying at a hunter’s house, the three days they spent there were relatively peaceful. Jim still came to feed him once a day, hung out for a bit, and he was otherwise mostly left to his own devices.

At night, he dared to peek out the curtain. His glimpses of the beautiful night sky were so rare. He hadn’t seen it since the car ride when Jim picked him up from the hunters, and before that, really only in the dread-filled moments before sunrise, strapped to a board with no escape.

It had been so long since he’d been able to see the stars in peace.

He was able to once again when it was time to go. After sunset on the day Jim’s air conditioning was fixed, he rode in the passenger seat of Jim’s car. No blankets or duct tape or trunk this time. For a moment, he could almost believe he was a regular person again, if it weren’t for the chains binding his wrists and ankles.

It occurred to Kane that he could probably escape, right now. It would be hard to run with the ankle cuffs, but it was only just after sunset, and Jim had given him his strength back. He would be able to make it to vampire territory if he really tried.

But as he looked over at Jim, he realized he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to go back to vampire territory, to explain to his hateful family where he’d been, to return to his lonely life. He was fed and free of pain. He wanted to stay. And more importantly, Jim wanted him to stay. It was the whole reason he was bound. He owed Jim that much and more.

Kane couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he returned to his basement.

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abhainnwhump · 8 months

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Whumper purposefully chooses the hottest day of the month to make Whumpee do yard work. The sun burns their skin and sweat coats their body. They aren't allowed water or breaks until they finish. And if they pass out from heat exhaustion? Well, that's not Whumper's problem.

#Two days ago it was 112 degrees and it's been in the 80s-90s for a while #what sucks about my state is that there's humid hot summers and below zero winters #and spring and fall are nonexistent #only extremes #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #heat whump #heat stroke #slave whumpee #sadistic whumper

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redd956 · 10 months

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Mini Whump Prompt 85

Caretaker frantically carrying a merfolk whumpee into their home to hydrate them in the bath. Knocking everything over in their home while doing so.

#merfolk whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #siren whumpee #whump #caretaker #whump prompt #mini whump prompt #mini whump prompts #dehydration whump #heat whump

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 1 year

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Burnt with a cigarette for tiny Daero?

Author's Notes: got a little carried away, turned the fella into an ashtray. :')

Content Warnings: demon whump, tiny whumpee, torture, burns, smoking, cigars, heat whump, cruelty, dehydration, exhaustion, multiple whumpers, demon whumpers

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Thirst brought him to these lavish gardens after days of wandering in search of shelter. The trickling of a fountain was so enticing and his need so urgent that he didn't consider who might own the property. Desperate, he fell to his knees beside it

It turns out that the gardens are kept by the courtesans of five wealthy and powerful but brutish demons, who waste no time punishing the intruder.

Now the demons sit out on a patio, around a circular wooden table, gambling, arguing, and puffing on cigars. Daero lies sprawled on his stomach in the ashtray at the center of the table, the pewter cold against his newly shrunken body.

At this size everything is louder, brighter, more painful. Dehydration has left him too heavy-limbed and weary to budge. He has never felt so vulnerable.

The group erupts with laughter, startling him awake just as his eyes begin to shut. One of their hands raises above him, casting Daero in shadow. He taps the cigar and glowing embers sprinkle from the end of it. Daero flinches, but by the time they reach his shivery skin they are nothing more than warm ash.

Four more hands and four more cigars follow until the tiny demon is lightly coated in it. Unable to even lift his head, he inhales a mouthful of the foul gray powder. Violent coughs wrack his listless body until his lungs and parched throat burn.

Daero is so tired of burn and heat and dry. His skin and lips crack with it. His eyes are bloodshot. And his tail - oh, his tail...

More frightening than all the hurt he can feel is the one he can't. His tail is completely numb, a relief that morphs into sinking dread. What if it's scorched beyond repair or worse...gone entirely?

Yet he can't help but feel relieved, because not long ago it was in absolute agony. It was delicate enough at regular size; like this it was outright brittle. And then the demons coated it in kerosene, set it ablaze, used it to light their cigars and then the flame die out on its own until his poor tail was burnt to a crisp.

Unable to catch his breath, Daero becomes lightheaded. Time passes in blurs of sound and silence, bright daylight and darkness, as he fades in and out of consciousness.

He is awake when the sun starts to set the demons finish their game and stand from the chairs. One of the tall figures looms over Daero; he shields his face, expecting more falling ash.

Instead the demon half-extinguishes what remains of his cigar on Daero's bare back.

It's an instant, sizzling pain that drags him from his respite. His mouth falls open in a thin, crackling gasp, the most his raw throat can manage now. Tears prick at his eyes and make tracks through the ashes on his face.

One by one each demon does the same thing, leaving Daero's back a mess of overlapping burns. Smothered by smoke and pain, Daero fades quickly, while the ends of five cigars continue to smolder atop him long after he blacks out.

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whumper-dumps · 2 years

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Whumpee whined and begged hard enough for Whumper to FINALLY let them outside. At 12pm, when it’s 32°C, with their back turned towards the sun.

They haven’t been out of their dark, lonely cage in so long. Their pale skin sunburns so quickly… When they ask Whumper for some water, they’re simply ignored.

When the day’s done and they’re back in the confines of Whumper’s basement… Whumper whips their swollen, blistered, red back until it bleeds. Relishing in their screams. The weeks until it heals aren’t going to be pleasant.

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blackberry-bloody · 7 months

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Now that the Zine has finished being sent out, I can post this!

For @zineofgid I did both a written story for Dayzel, as well as an Illustration to go along with it!! (The Illustration is bellow the cut for nudity.)

This was the first ever Zine I've participated in! so I hope you all enjoy!

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CWs: gags, burning, objectification (nonsexual), noncon touching (nonsexual), weaponizing whumpee's fears, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, whumpee used as art, restraints, harness/body jewelry, nonsexual nudity, demon whumpee, demon whumper

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Everything about the man in the mirror looked wrong. Dayzel blinked a few times, tilting his head back and forth, even violently shaking his head as if to deny the image. However, his head stopped as Rupert's hands reached out to grab his horns, promptly putting an end to the motion.

Dayzel's mirror image teared up just the same as he did.

Rupert had him chained up more than usual, but in a way that was far too… Decorative. He didn't know what to make of the change. It certainly meant nothing good. But at the same time, through the amount of effort Rupert had taken to re-dye his now much longer hair, cover the bruises and marks under layers of makeup, and put all this decoration on him - well he hoped it meant it wouldn't be anything especially physically painful.

Either way, he had no way of preventing whatever Rupert had planned from happening to him. He couldn't lift his arms away from his waist, his ankles were chained together with just enough room for him to carefully walk, the restrictive chest piece made him shiver at the delicate metal ghosting across his skin, and even the rings on each finger all connected together just to add insult to injury. It all made him feel far too vulnerable, especially now that he'd been stripped of his clothes for the time being, in front of his current captor and former boyfriend.

He snapped back to reality as one of Rupert's uncomfortably warm hands gripped his chin and shifted his face to look up at him. He stared down at Dayzel with a look of… what could only be described as reverence… Although if it was for Dayzel himself or Rupert's own handiwork, he couldn't tell. Dayzel wanted to crawl out of his skin, but he didn't dare pull away until Rupert finally let go.

“It’ll have to do.” Rupert hummed “I still have too much to set up, and not much time left to do so.”

“What? What are you setting up?” Dayzel risked, keeping his voice quiet.

Rupert paused, fixing Dayzel with a warning look. "I'm having some friends of mine over. And I thought I could… Share the wealth, so to speak. It's such a shame you can't behave well enough for me to show you off more often."

Dayzel glared at him, "Nox used to say the same thing." He instinctively tugged at the restraints. His anger boiled away any caution. "And- you have friends? Are you sure they aren't just people you paid to pretend-?"

Rupert’s hand shot out towards him, making Dayzel cut himself off as he flinched back and braced to be hit. But all he felt was Rupert’s hand on his cheek, thumb gently stroking circles in soothing motions. His eyes however, held the angry fire Dayzel was expecting, and nowhere near as calm as the hand already on him.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not Nox then, isn’t it?” Rupert forced a tense smile.

Dayzel wrenched back, leveling his former friend and confidant with a look cold enough to freeze. “You’re half right. You’re not Nox. But you’re something even worse. Nox was just a whiny brat that didn’t get his way. You? You’re a fucking monster.” He was shaking. And there was no hiding it as the subtle clinking of metal from his jewelry rested comfortably within the loud silence between the two men.

Rupert blinked at Dayzel. The seconds stretched before he wordlessly walked towards a nearby drawer, back facing Dayzel. Dayzel couldn’t see what he pulled out, before he turned around and hid it behind his back. A wide grin that was all teeth and danger split across his face. “Dayzel, please come here, won’t you?”

Dayzel felt any hope of a lenient night smothered. The silent rage was always the worst. He could feel the heat radiating off the fire demon from several feet away. “I’m sorry-” “Dazzle.” Rupert’s grin didn’t waiver as he interrupted him. Dayzel flinched at the nickname that had no business being on Rupert’s tongue. But he was in far too much trouble already… So, on shaky legs, he walked the few steps towards him. Rupert reached a hand out and carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind Dayzel’s ear and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. Rupert was scorching hot, but Dayzel couldn’t risk pulling away again. “That's better. Now we’ll have a talk about that outburst later. But for now, I’m sure you’ll understand why I have to take preventative measures.” He dragged his thumb from behind Dayzel’s ear to rest on his bottom lip, leaving a pink trail behind from the heat.

Dayzel hated to admit it, but it was instinct that took over as he opened his mouth at merely the gesture. Rupert hummed in approval, and Dayzel could feel some of the heat ebb away.

Rupert’s arm came out from behind his back, holding a gag. Dayzel wasn’t surprised… This was far from the first time his smart mouth had ended up with him like this. He didn’t even fight it as Rupert fastened it tightly behind his head. The plastic of the ball gag hurt his jaw, and the straps bit into the sides of his mouth. But it was far from the worst punishment Rupert could have chosen. He must really be serious about hiding any marks on him.

The heat quickly faded from Rupert and Dayzel felt himself release a breath he had unconsciously been holding. However, that relief was short lived as Rupert effortlessly picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder to carry him out of the room. He tried not to let his mind spiral too far away from him…

Rupert hustled him into a fairly large and tall room. It wasn’t anything extravagant or particularly glamorous, but it was still decently nice. It was clear Rupert had put effort into making it look a certain way. Once Dayzel was put down on the ground, he took a look around. There was a large table in the center of the room, seemingly where Rupert and his “friends” would be seated. But, what caught Dayzel’s attention was a metal chandelier laying on the ground.

He looked at it, somewhat confused. His eyes followed the chain connecting it to the top of the ceiling. None of it looked damaged, so why had Rupert decided to lower it?

He was quite rudely torn from his thoughts as he felt the other demon tug on his collar, momentarily choking him, and he quickly stood up. Still being pulled by the collar, he was dragged towards the chandelier. And that’s when it clicked for him. Why had Rupert gotten him all done up? To be a decoration hanging from the ceiling. Nothing more than an art piece for Rupert and whoever he had invited to oogle. He yanked against the collar. However, all it did was make Rupert yank back. Dayzel lost his footing and came crashing down to the floor, unable to prevent, or even break his fall. Dazed, he groaned uncomfortably, only snapping back as he felt his ankles being lifted. As Rupert was now using the shackles to drag him instead.

There was no use in fighting it as Dayzel watched the restraints around his ankles be attached to the bottom of the chandelier. His eyes followed Rupert as he walked away to flip a switch on the wall, which jerked the chain to life, beginning to raise the chandelier and Dayzel with it.

He screwed his eyes shut tight, refusing to watch as the ground under him got further and further away… Once it finally stopped, he craned his neck up towards the ceiling, making sure he wouldn’t see how high he was. But even just the feeling of nothing below him, the mere thought of the drop, was enough to make him tremble. Nox always thought it was hilarious… A creature with wings to fly, that was terrified of heights. His neck quickly started to hurt, so he screwed his eyes shut again, and let his head drop. His heart stuttered as the movement rocked the chain ever so slightly. A muffled whimper escaped him. Pathetic…

He felt a slight gust of wind before a hand touched his face. In shock, he accidentally opened his eyes. Rupert had flown up to him, holding several purple sticks in his other hand. Curious, Dayzel glanced at them, but he quickly regretted it as he caught sight of the ground much too far away. He quickly snapped his eyes shut again. He winced at how loudly Rupert laughed at that.

“Don’t worry, you’ll figure these out soon enough.” Rupert condescending pat Dayzel’s cheek before pulling his hand away. Dayzel kept his eyes shut while he did whatever it was he was doing.

Eventually, Rupert finished and Dayzel felt him fly back down to the ground, like he so desperately wished he could do as well… Hesitantly though, he lifted his head again and opened his eyes. Candles… Rupert had lit candles. As if it wasn’t bad enough already…

In a fit of frustration and panic, he thrashed, trying to knock the candles off or at least put the flame out. All he managed to do was instead, splash some of the melted wax on him. He yelled out in pain, but it was muffled by the gag. He started to cry… This was going to be a long, long night.

#zine of gid #whump art #nightingale sings #nightingale writes #nightingale draws #my ocs #dayzel oc #rupert oc #nox oc #(mentioned)#nonsexual nudity #whump #demon whumpee #demon whumper #heat whump #objectification whump #made into art whump

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whitecoatwhump · 2 months

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Going through Volcano Manor has me thinking about how much being in a metal cage suspended over lava has to suck. You’re getting burned by hot metal, leaving charred impressions on the skin with no way to move away from it. And that’s on top of the other effects of high temperatures

(Probably best for less realistic settings though, since lava’s temperature ranges from 1,300 to 2,200 degrees F or 700 to 1,200 degrees C)

#whump #whump prompt #heat whump #burn whump

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a-crumb-of-whump · 11 months

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#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump prompts #heat whump #cold whump #milo's polls

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hurtthemgently · 1 year

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Cato. I want to burn you and make you watch, make you smell your burning flesh and watch your skin melt and char. I want to tie you to a table so you can’t do anything but squirm and scream and scream and cry. I want to burn down your cheeks so that your tears hurt. I want you to beg me to stop so that I can laugh and keep going

His hand goes to cover his mouth. He pales immediately, wanting to stop from reading but he can’t look away. He can’t stop, he won’t be able to stop until he’s done reading.

He reads on, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. His fingers quickly move so that he isn’t touching his cheeks, still covering his mouth. As soon as he’s done he turns his head down and starts sobbing, the tears burn just at the thought.

He curls to hide his face in his knees, arms around his head, shoulders shaking. Through gasping cries, he says in a soft voice, “please.. I don’t.. hhm!”

He presses his mouth into a thin line, biting the inside of his lips. “I- just… please don’t.”

#akau asks #burns tw #burning tw #burn whump #heat whump

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i-eat-worlds · 9 months

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Whump Inspired By Marching Band

Kinda a crack whump post

cw: vomiting, sunburns, heat exhaustion and effects of, whump prompt vent post?

-whumpee having to do physical labor in high heat for hours with hours with few breaks

-whumpee injures their kidneys because they’re so dehydrated

-whumpee can feel the heat making them stupider

-fainting from heat exhaustion!

-losing their voice from scream-counting

-being covered in painful sunburns

-vomiting because of the heat

-“one more time” does not mean “one more time”

-burpees on gravel

-chaffing

-running while chafing

-knee and ankle injuries from marching on uneven surfaces

-getting sweat in your eyes

-forgetting you have a bruise and then accidentally hitting it

-holding your arms up in set position until they stop working

#worlds babbles #whump #crack whump #heat exhaustion #heat whump #vomit mention #emeto cw #im sorry guys #I do the best sport

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whumpsday · 2 years

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Kane & Jim #38: Heat Wave Part 1

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content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, heat whump, accidental whump, begging, recovery from past starvation / weight talk

retconned jim’s truck into a car because i realized i needed him to have a trunk for this chapter. edited the 5 mentions of a truck in chapter 1 to reflect this. in return for this sacrifice, i will give liz a truck if it ever comes up.

thank you @lost-in-labradorite-halls for giving me the idea for this chapter!

Kane hummed along with the CD player, his new favorite thing. He’d been expecting a record player when he’d asked Jim for a way to play music, but apparently that wasn’t current anymore. He’d not made much of an effort to keep up with new technologies even before his capture, and Jim said that this device had become popular during his time locked away, anyway.

Jim was out of the house, which meant he was locked in the basement. Jim always seemed apologetic about it, but Kane didn’t mind it one bit. The basement was safe. Jim’s whole house was safe, but especially the basement. Free of windows that could let in wretched sunlight, a securely locked door, his nice comfortable bed that he could hide under or wrap himself up in blankets and lie on.

The only problem was that it was starting to get very, very hot.

It was making Kane nervous. It hadn’t been so when Jim left, but now it was so hot that he even took off his jacket, ceasing his peaceful humming. He refused to change out his long sleeves for short, though. Especially when the heat was an ever-present reminder of the sun looming outside.

At first it was just uncomfortable, but as the minutes turned to an hour turned to two, it became unbearable. Sweat drenched him, though he still did not change out his clothing for more revealing options.

A thought occurred to Kane as he cooked: was he being punished?

Maybe he’d done something wrong, displeased his savior somehow. His heart crushed at the thought. He thought he’d been good. He’d been trying so hard to be good, not that Jim made it difficult, here.

Maybe it was a punishment for before. That made more sense. He’d always expected the other shoe to drop eventually, for Jim to finally take his revenge. Maybe Jim just wanted him healthy again before he started. A fresh slate. If so, Jim was true to his merciful nature: being baked in the sweltering heat was better than being burned alive in the sun.

Hot tears welled up in Kane’s eyes despite the lenient nature of his punishment. After three months of peace, of mercy, of finally being able to exist comfortably, he dreaded going back to punishment.

But of course, he’d never deserved Jim’s kindness. He knew that, but it still hurt. Jim was all he had in the world, the only person who he thought might care about him. But this was always how it was supposed to be. He had to pay for what he’d done.

Kane whimpered as he grew hotter still, splayed out on the floor. He felt lethargic, like he’d be unable to remove his clothing even if he tried.

It’s still better than burning. Be grateful.

God damn, this heat wave was awful. Jim’s car’s air conditioning struggled against it as he made the drive back out to his secluded home. He'd already booked an appointment with the AC repair guy, but he was backed up with appointments and wouldn’t be able to come for a few days, and that was the soonest he’d been able to find. But even if his AC at home wasn’t as cool as it normally should be, at least it was something.

It was so hot, he’d even gone outside with his neck exposed. He never did that, ever. Hadn’t in years. But, well... he knew Kane wasn’t out here.

But when he parked and entered his house, he found that it was just as hot inside as it was outside.

“Fuck.” Jim checked the thermostat, but it wasn’t functional. He banged on it a few times, turned it off an on again. Nothing.

He’d have to go stay with Liz until it could be fixed, at least while the heat wave was on. It was unbearable. He was already massively uncomfortable, and he’d only been in the house for two seconds.

Oh, shit. Kane.

Jim raced to the basement instantly, unlocking the door to find Kane laid out on the floor, looking miserable. He’d hoped that the basement being underground would at least make it a little cooler than upstairs, but it was just as unbearable down here. Depending on when the AC went out, Kane could’ve been stuck in this for hours.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to be good.” Kane rasped, looking at him with pleading eyes. Jim couldn’t tell whether the wetness on his face was sweat or tears. “Thank you for the lenient punishment. I know I deserve worse. Thank you.”

“Shit, Kane, no.” Jim raced down to Kane’s side. “This was an accident, it’s not a punishment, okay? AC gave up on us. I just got home.”

Kane’s head lolled weakly to the side, facing Jim. “Not, not a punishment?” he questioned.

“No, man. I don’t do that, right? If there’s a problem, we’d talk about it. Here, c’mon, lemme help you up.” Jim helped him to his feet and started him toward the basement’s half-bathroom.

Kane’s eyes sparkled with hope as he leaned into Jim. “Thank you, thank you, I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine.” Jim leaned him against the sink and turned it on cold. At least that was working. As soon as the water cooled, Jim splashed it lightly onto Kane’s face, watching the vampire’s eyes flutter shut with relief. He splashed his own face too, for good measure. “That better?”

“Yes. Thank you so much.” Kane enthused, already sounding like he had a little more energy in him.

“Alright, good. The AC repair guy’s not coming for a few more days, but we can’t stay here, not in the middle of this heat wave. Shit, that’s just my luck. Can’t exactly take you to a hotel. Liz’ll probably let us stay with her for a few days.” There was a time when he would’ve been nervous about letting Kane near Liz, but it had become apparent that Kane was pretty much harmless. Besides, Liz was a hunter.

Kane apparently reached the same conclusion, his eyes going wide with fear.

“What?” he squeaked. He couldn’t have heard Jim right. He couldn’t be saying they were going to stay in a hunter’s home. Leaving his basement, leaving Jim’s house, his only safe haven in years, for who knows what.

“Hey, you’ve met Liz a few times. She’s never hurt you, right? It’ll be fine.” Jim’s voice kept that same gentle, soothing tone, but only confirmed his fears.

Kane shook his head profusely. “I can’t, I can’t, please, Jim, I don’t want to go, please.”

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m gonna be there with you, remember? You’re safe. No one’s gonna hurt you. I know it’s not... the best situation, but it’s kind of our only option right now. I promise, it’s gonna be fine.” Jim took Kane’s hand and guided it to the sink. “Splash some more cool water on yourself and relax. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Kane obediently dipped his hands into the stream and doused himself in more of the nice, cold water. It felt amazing, but did little to quell the anxiety clawing away at him. His hands shook. “You, you won’t leave me there?”

“I won’t. I know it’s scary, I know Liz isn’t exactly the most... approachable person. Listen, the most likely thing that’s gonna happen is you’ll stay in a room the whole time while we wait it out. An air-conditioned room. Liz, uh... probably isn’t gonna give you free roam of the house.” Jim rubbed his back comfortingly. “No one’s gonna hurt’cha.”

He knew he didn’t have a choice. If Jim wanted him to go, he had to go. And staying in a cool room sounded so nice right now. And Jim was being nice. He nodded, a lump in his throat stopping any words from coming out.

“Alright, how about I grab you a bag and you can pack up whatever you wanna take? A few days’ worth of clothes, your CD player, whatever else you want. Sound good?” Jim asked encouragingly.

“Okay...” Kane said, his voice barely above a whisper. He’d get to take his things. That was something. He wouldn’t be left with nothing, like back in the cell.

Jim gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Be right back.”

Kane got to work gathering what he’d like to take. A week’s worth of his favorite clothes, long pants and long sleeves that would shield him from the sun if he was forced into the light, all folded neatly and stacked in a pile. He debated taking the jacket, but decided against it, not wanting something so precious to leave the safety of Jim’s home.

Jim came down with a luggage bag shortly after. “Let me know if you need more space, I’ve got more bags.”

“Thank you.” He took the bag gratefully, and began filling it. It would likely be enough space.

“I called Liz, she's letting us stay. You’re gonna have to be a little more restrained while we’re there, both sets of cuffs on 24/7, since Liz doesn’t have a vampire-proofed room. I know it sucks, but it’s just for a few days, and it’s sure better than staying here in this heat wave.” Jim said apologetically.

“I don’t mind the restraints.” Kane assured him. “The, just the padded ones, right?” he added nervously.

“Of course. Don’t even have ones that aren’t. I wouldn’t burn you. Nothing’s gonna hurt at all.” Jim’s words did help him calm down a little.

He nodded as he finished packing his things, coiling the wire of the CD player and tucking the machine between two stacks of clothing. “All done.”

“Great. I can take that and my bag out to the car, and then we can work on bundling you up for transport.” Jim said.

That stopped Kane in his tracks. His head snapped up to Jim, looking him straight in the eyes with sudden terror. “We’re n-not... waiting for night?”

Jim sighed sadly. “Let’s sit, okay? Try to calm down. I promised you that you wouldn’t get hurt and I meant it.” He sat on Kane’s bed, patting the space next to him as invitation.

Kane shakily made his way to the bed and sat next to him as indicated. Despite the oppressive heat, he felt like ice was flowing through his veins.

“Kane, I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you. I know how scared you are of the sun, but we can’t just wait around here for the next five hours for it to set. You might not be able to get heat stroke, but I can. We gotta go. We don’t have to rush it, you can take some time to psych yourself up for it, but we can’t wait for sunset.” Jim spoke slowly and carefully, like he’d been practicing what to tell him. “I’ll make double sure that every inch of you’s covered up before we take a single step outside. You’re not gonna get burned, and you’ll feel a lot better once we get there. Okay?”

“M-maybe I could just... stay behind? Please, Jim?” he suggested. “You can just lock the door, and, and I’ll stay here in the basement the whole time. I’ll be good, I promise.” Fresh tears pooled in his eyes. “Please. You said no more sun.”

“I’m not gonna leave you locked up all alone with no food while you bake alive for days.” Jim’s voice was gentle, but Kane hated the words. He would take what Jim was describing over the sun any day. “Listen to me. It’s going to be okay. Let’s... think about it a little. What’s the worst case scenario here?”

“Sun.” Kane said immediately, shuddering at the thought.

“Alright. So let’s say, hypothetically, I bundle you up real thorough with blankets like I’m planning. You give the go-ahead that you’re all covered up. You’re also wearing your regular clothes underneath. Somehow, a bit of sunlight gets through and burns you when we walk outside. I pull you back in right away and we fix it so you’re really all covered. It hurts, but it’s a probably one-inch burn that heals by the next day, ‘cause you’re healthy and fed. That sound about right?” Jim asked.

Kane thought about it, trying to think of any flaws in the scenario Jim laid out. He was right, it was different now. He was fed. Burns wouldn’t take weeks and weeks to heal from anymore.

“Wh-what if it slips off in the middle? While you’re driving?” He could picture it. The blanket slips while Jim’s driving, and he’s too busy with that to fix it, so he burns and burns and burns the whole way to Liz’s house.

“As soon as you let me know, I’d pull over right away and fix it. You won’t be stuck.” Jim assured him. “You’re not in this alone anymore.”

“Could I go in the trunk? If, if that’s okay?” Kane asked tentatively. No windows in the trunk. No risk.

“Totally.” Jim agreed. “If you wanna ride in the trunk, if that would make you feel safer, you absolutely can.”

Kane was still terrified. He was about to go out in the sun.

But Jim would be there, this time.

Jim lightly clapped his hands together. “Sounds like we’ve got a plan in motion. Anything else you wanna add to it?”

“What happens when we get there?” Kane asked.

“I’ll open the trunk, double check to make sure you’re all covered, and take you inside. The blinds’ll be closed. I’ll unwrap you, and then we can both enjoy the wonders of air conditioning again. No burning.” Jim patted him on the shoulder. “You okay?”

Kane nodded. He couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this. But... Jim wanted it. He had to. And he did make it sound a little less terrifying.

“I’m gonna take everything out to the car. I’ll leave it running so the AC gets it cool, but it’s probably still gonna be hot as fuck in the trunk, especially with you all bundled up. It’s about a half-hour ride and then you’re clear.”

“Okay.” Kane agreed.

Jim left with the luggage and returned holding two large, thick quilts, some duct tape, and two sets of cuffs. “I was only gonna use one quilt, especially ‘cause you’re gonna be real toasty with the heat already, but I can put a second one on if you want me to. Up to you.”

“Both, please.” Kane decided. It would be wildly uncomfortable, but it was a million times better than the chance of even a second of being burned by sunlight.

“Okie dokie. Hold out your hands?” Jim locked the restraints into place, first his wrists, than his ankles. They weren’t too tight, resting comfortably against his joints. Jim then laid one of the quilts out on the floor. “Go ahead and lie down in the middle, alright?”

Kane fought the instinctive urge to say Yes, sir as he did as directed.

Jim could see the fear written all over Kane’s face. Poor guy. He wished there was a better way to do this.

He would make damn sure to keep the promise of not letting him get hurt.

“I’m gonna cover you with this one first, roll you over, and do a second layer with the second one so it opens on the other side. That way, even if one were to somehow fail, it’d just open to more blanket. I’ll use the tape to keep everything in place.” he explained. “We won’t take a single step outside until you give the go-ahead.”

Kane nodded shakily. “Okay.”

“It’s gonna be a lot better when we get there. Just remember: once we set out, only thirty minutes to air conditioning.” Jim said as he folded the quilt over Kane’s body, making sure to cover every inch of him. “Doing okay so far?”

“Yes.” came a muffled voice from inside the quilt.

“Great, gonna do the first layer of tape.” Jim began winding duct tape around Kane’s bundled form, lifting Kane up with his hands where he needed to. By the time he was done, it was apparent that adding a second quilt would be complete overkill. “Are you sure you want the second quilt? You look pretty protected like this, and it’s gonna be hell sitting in that the whole drive.”

“Yes, please!” Kane’s words were tinged with panic.

“Alright, your call.” Jim agreed with a shrug. He laid out the second quilt, tumbled Kane over to lay on it, and began wrapping him in that, too. Jim did not envy his position: he was already unbearably hot in just a t-shirt and shorts, he couldn’t imagine what Kane felt like under two blankets. But hey, his choice. “Still good?”

“Mm-hm.” Kane’s voice was even more muffled now, barely audible under the thick layers of protection.

“Good. Lemme get that locked in.” He wound tape around and around, making sure it wouldn’t slip in transit. “That feel secure?”

Kane’s bundled-up form nodded with another “Mm-hm.”

“Okay, gonna pick you up now. I’ll let you know when we’re about to get to the door. I won’t take you out until you’re ready, alright?”

Jim scooped Kane up into his arms. He wasn’t very strong, but Kane was light, even with the blankets. He’d only been eating again for two months, and had been slow with gaining his weight back. Every day, he looked a little less skinny, but it was still gonna take a while for him to get himself up to a healthy weight.

He climbed up the stairs, making his way to the front door. He couldn’t wait to get into the coolness of his car.

God, it was gonna be awful for Kane in the trunk.

“You still sure you wanna go in the trunk? There’s not a bit of you showing, and it’ll be a lot cooler up in the front with me.”

Kane nodded frantically. “Mm!”

“Okay. However you wanna do it.” Jim stopped in front of the door. “We’re at the door. You let me know when to step out. If anything hurts, say something and I’ll bring you right back inside.”

Kane was silent in his arms for a long moment. A minute turned to two as Jim stood there, sweating. Even with Kane’s unhealthily light weight, Jim’s arms started to shake as he held the bundle of him in the oppressive heat.

Finally, he heard a soft, scared noise come from beneath the blankets.

“Alright. You’re gonna be fine. Opening the door.” Jim struggled to open his front door while holding a man in his arms, taking a slow, tentative step outside.

The bundle in his arms was rigid. Jim could feel just how tense Kane was as the sunlight shone on his blanket cocoon.

“Anything hurt?” he asked.

Kane shook his head no.

“Great. You’re doing great, Kane. It’s alright, I’ve gotcha. Not gonna let anything bad happen to you.” He carried Kane’s trembling form over to the car, opened the trunk, and gently laid him inside. He curled in on himself instantly, then uncurled. Probably already hot enough as it is.

“You all set for me to get the ball rolling on this?” Jim asked.

Kane made a soft whining sound, nodding.

“Alright. Shout if you need anything, loud, so I can hear you. I’ll get you out of there soon as possible.”

With a last look at the blanket burrito of a vampire, Jim shut the trunk. The car was blissfully cool compared to outside as he got in, guilt panging him that Kane was stuck in the hot trunk.

But, well, he’d offered. Kane wanted to be in there. With a final muttered curse at the AC for breaking at a time like this, he made way to take Kane to the house he grew up in.

extra content posted in between #37 and #38!

canon drabbles:

Bites Him

Sunburn (referenced in this chapter!)

au stuff:

Sun-day by @whumpshaped for the SPK crossover

Kane forgets Jim’s name

and have a plug for Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset, an amazing vampire whump series by @not-a-space-alien that takes place in the (slightly altered lore) same universe as Kane & Jim! it’s been updating with crazy frequency, put out 8 chapters (4 in 2 parts each) in the time between this and my last chapter. highly recommend. heed content warnings.

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