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one-piece-aus · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 10

Mihawk x Reader

"Are you alright, my dear?"

You lift your head off the ground, seeing black dress shoes and the ends of a black coat. You blinked a few times before you trailed your eyes up, finding a well-dressed holding an umbrella over both of your heads and holding a hand out toward you.

"You seem cold out here," the man commented on the obvious. "If you want, I can bring you back to my manor. Staying outside any longer won't be good for your health."

In all honestly, you were tired, your vision was still blurry. Numbness encased your body, you didn't know rain currently fell from the sky until it began hitting against the umbrella, and despite the cold, your torso felt flames burning inside. Obviously, your brain isn't functioning, so if you asked if the man before you is trustworthy, you'd get static.

With few options, because you couldn't make any in your foggy mind, you lift your hand to take his. He pulled your ragdoll body up and gently set your arm over his shoulder while his arm held your waist.

"Can you walk?" He inquired, glancing at you.

"I can't feel my legs," you said, demonstrating by attempting to take a step forward only for your leg to lose balance. You wished these pins and needles would go away.

"Ah, this won't do. Hold this." He handed you the umbrella, and though you tried telling him you wouldn't be able to hold it up, once you had it in your hand, he swifty picked you up bridal style and began carrying you down the stone pathway. "I do hope you don't mind me carrying you, not to worry, my manor isn't far."

"Thank you..."

"It's no trouble, really."

You adjusted the hold of the umbrella, since your hands were now resting on your stomach, the task no longer felt like a strain for your body. Warmth from the man started erasing the numbness that had encased your body and slowly your senses returned to you. Raindrops brought a peaceful atmosphere, and for once, you felt safe.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up washed ashore on my island?"

"I was running from someone..." You gazed down, already uncomfortable from the resurfacing memories.

"I see," he said, taking note of how your mood shifted.

Whoever you were running from must've been bad enough to drive you out to sea in the Grand Line. From the lack of log pose and the rope burns on your hands, you probably got caught in a storm, and with no knowledge of being a sailor or knowing the chaos of the Grand Line waters, your ship sank and you ended up stranded here. You might have some other injuries that need to be taken care of, and you must be hungry-

"Hey..." You brought Mihawk out of his thoughts. "What's your name?"

"Dracule Mihawk."

"I never heard of such a name before," you said, turning your head to glance at him. "It sounds beautiful...Mihawk"

He hummed at your words, sparing you a glance. "Do you have a name?"

"[Y/n]."

"[Y/n]... it's an elegant name you have."

"I think this umbrella might have a hole..." you muttered, a small smile creeping on your lips.

"Hm? Why do you assume so?" Mihawk tilted his head at you.

"Because if I'm...happy now, why else would there be water in my eyes?"

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thebimbowhisperer · 1 year

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Bimbo Musts No 10: Expensiveness. Your bimbo is a hobby first, more a toy than a person. So, enhancing, spoiling, cherishing her means in truth spoiling, indulging yourself. She is a means to your end. Your favorite leisure. Your art. Your vision. Being stingy with her is out of the question. After a hard day's work you deserve the best kind of relief, satisfaction and relaxation. The shiniest, most promising, smoothest, softest, tightest treatment and well-behaved companion, your bimbo, your 5-star-creation, from top-to-bottom designed and perfected by top notch upgrades and most thrilling, sizzling ameliorations.

More Bimbo Musts.

#bimbo musts #no 10

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whumpookies · 5 months

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Whumpcember 2023 & AMOW Winter Whumperland 2023 prompts: Freezing & Left for dead

#amow winter whumperland 2023 #whumpcember #no 10 #left for dead #freezing #whump #cold #gh #jason morgan #male whump #whumpedit #injured #hurt

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sheppardsmckay · 7 months

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Whumptober2023

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

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mizumi-kahago-art · 2 years

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Danganronpa Tarot - No. 10 Wheel of Fortune (Rantaro)

#rantaro #amami #amami rantaro #rantanro amami #dangan #ronpa #danganronpa #danganronpa fanart #v3 #danganronpa v3 #tarot #no 10 #wheel of fortune

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victoria-coren-mitchell-stan · 2 years

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Larry watching his latest victim abandon no. 10 Downing Street:

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faofinn · 2 years

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No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

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Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

He stalked out, wiping the blood from his knuckles, and let this waiting men have their way with him. They didn’t hold back, teasing and mocking him as they had their fun, punches and hits landing across his ribs, his chest, his face. Something to wear him down, get him more inclined to talk to the boss.

Eventually, they got bored of beating him up. The blood lost its excitement pretty quickly, and with Harrison battered and on the verge of unconsciousness, he’d lost his thrill. He barely even grunted now. They left him for a while, keen to let him regain some rational thought before they had another go. He couldn’t talk if he was dead, or unconscious.

After some discussion with the boss, they decided to try a more unorthodox approach. Everyone knew the Daniels’ men were hard to break just through physical means. They needed to go more psychological.

Harrison was tired. The assaults hadn't stopped in what felt like hours, but he assumed it was more. His head felt like it was exploding, each rib grated with every shallow breath. He'd thrown up more than once, too, much to the amusement of the others around him. By the end of their fun, he barely had the energy to raise his head. His smartarse comments were toned down and scaled back, too worried that he'd let something slip that he shouldn't.

When they came back nearly a full 12 hours later, they were laughing. Even Henri was with them, though he hung back and let them do the work. He was just here to watch, he had no intention of letting his suit get dirty.

Harrison kept his head low, watching the gang enter. He did his best to seem unbothered by it all, but there was more than a little excitement in their attitude - and that worried him.

They laughed as they shoved the chair to the floor, his head smacking off the floor of the cell. His quiet groan only made their laughter louder, taunts flying.

From his position on the floor, his view of what was coming next was almost nonexistent. As the cloth was placed over his face, though, he knew exactly what was coming next.

He could take pretty much anything. He'd endured days of prolonged torture, sleep deprivation, and starvation. But this? He couldn’t do it, and he knew he'd made his bed when he started fighting against his restraints.

Henri chuckled, stepping closer. “I think he’s scared, boys. Have we hit a nerve?” He purred.

His chest heaved. "You fucking wish."

“Mm, I think I’m right.”

"I don't think you've ever been right."

“I was right about that blonde whore you all protect.” He said, circling him. He knew he couldn’t see, but he’d hear the clack of his shoes over the concrete. “Go on, boys. Let’s see who’s right.” He said, snapping his fingers. One of the men approached, and poured the water over his face.

Harrison started coughing almost immediately, his fear getting the better of him. He writhed under their grasp, trying to get away.

They enjoyed the coughing and the struggle, Harrison making it blatantly obvious this wasn’t something he could tolerate like the punches. Henri let them go on for a little longer before he raised his hand, and they stopped.

“Are you going to talk to us now?”

He couldn't breathe, there was no chance of him being able to talk. He managed to clear his throat enough to gasp for air, tears already falling.

“Oh, look at the state of him already.” One of the men said. “Fucking crying.”

“Looks like I was right, then.” Henri said. “Are you going to talk? Or are you going to sit there crying like a baby?”

"Fuck you." He spat, trying to act braver than he felt.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He teased. “Go on boys, again. We’ll break him.”

"Best fuck you'd get." He retorted, twisting out the way.

“Hold him down.” Henri ordered, and two men moved forwards to pin him before a third poured the water over him again.

His sarky response was cut short, suddenly choking again. He did his best to stay calm, to remember that this was just his job and he'd be able to get out of it. He'd been through enough before that it would just be added to the list. Or, at least, that's what he tried to convince himself. They didn't give up, and he couldn’t hold his breath forever. He didn’t have a choice but to try, immediately being met with water and more laughter as he choked.

“You can’t hold your breath forever, Carlos.” Henri goaded.

It was as though all the blood had been drained from him. His fight, too, was gone, one simple word breaking through the barriers he'd made.

“Oh, was it the personal touch? That name was hard to find, I’ll admit. You’re clever, but I’m persistent, and I’ll get what I want in the end.” Henri purred. “You’ll talk to us now.” He raised a hand and the water stopped again.

Harrison didn't bother to retaliate, though his chest heaved as he tried to breathe. He wouldn't talk. He couldn't.

“No more sarcasm now, hmm? I almost miss it.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenched tight. He owed it to the Daniels to not say anything, as much as he claimed to not have alliances. Henri couldn’t find out, especially not from him.

“Come on now, don’t be shy.” Henri said, moving to take the cloth from Harrison’s face. “Talk to me.”

"Fuck you." He managed, his voice trembling.

Laughing, Henri rung the cloth out, letting the water drip onto Harrison’s face.

Harrison couldn't help it, flinching away from the droplets. He kept his face turned away from Henri, pralying he'd get bored of him soon.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Henri said, crouching beside him and digging his fingers into his chin to turn his head.

"Get off." He grunted, jerking his head back.

That earned him a slap. “Now, now, there’s no need to be rude.”

"You should take your own advice."

“And where’s the fun in that?”

"I'd be having more fun."

“You’re not enjoying this? A shame.”

"Your hospitality has been a bit crap."

“That’s rude.”

"Pretty much just like you then." He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't let them think he was rattled.

“We’ll let you go if you just tell us what you know.”

"I don't know anything."

“Don’t lie to me.”

"I'm not."

Henri dropped the cloth, and snapped his fingers. “That’s alright, we’ll jog your memory.”

"Please." Harrison's voice broke.

Henri grinned. “Oh, we’ll stop eventually.”

"You might as well kill me." His attempts to get free were pointless. "I'm not going to tell you shit."

“I’ve invested far too much time in you to kill you.” He said, moving away as the water was poured over Harrison yet again.

Harrison fought against the men holding him, against the restraints. He bucked and writhed, but to no use. Henri was wrong, he was going to kill him.

They poured the water for a long time, with no opportunity for Harrison to catch his breath. Henri could tell that somehow they’d hit a trigger, and he was going to make the very most of it. They’d push Harrison right to the very edge.

When they finally removed the cloth from his face, he didn’t fight. He struggled to breathe, his vision only growing darker. He didn't have the energy to keep this up, and he knew that Henri was all too aware of it.

One of the men looked over at Henri, who was enjoying the way Harrison’s chest heaved and he struggled to cling onto consciousness. “Boss, he doesn’t look too good…”

He tutted. “Again.”

“Boss?”

“I. Said. Again.”

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cvlp · 1 year

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Day 4 of asking myself what is you honest opinion about windows 7?

Gud.

#old windows #windows 7 #fuck windows 10 #windows 10 killed windows 7 #me sad :(#inspiration #help #why is windows 10 so rude #windows 7 is the best #7 #no 10 #WINDOWS 7 FOR LIFE

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robinrites · 2 years

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Clueless in New York

Whumptober Day 10!

Prompts: Poor Unfortunate Souls, Waterboarding, Tasers

Summary: Reimagining of TUA 1x04 :)

Tw: Torture, general whump

“Y’know you guys could really use some work on your bedside manner.” Klaus sputters out as he bends over in his seat.

Hazel and Cha Cha both glare at him for this, unamused. If Klaus had to guess, he’d say it’s been maybe eight hours since he was picked up by those two and dragged to some hotel in god-knows-where. They’re determined, Klaus’ll give them that. Unfortunately for all of them, they managed to snag the one person who has no clue what is going on with his family, or more importantly his brother.

“Maybe we’d be in a better mood if you’d quit stalling and start giving us some answers, ever thought of that?” Cha Cha sneers, leaning closer to Klaus. When Klaus laughs in response, she pulls back. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just,” He cuts himself off with his own laughter, “You’ve been at this for hours and you still haven’t figured it out?”

Hazel steps closer, suddenly interested in what Klaus has to say. “Figured what out?”

“You assholes got the wrong guy!” Klaus laughs some more before struggling to catch his own breath, his laughter dissolves into coughing. “You claim to be time traveling assassins and yet you can’t even manage to grab anyone who might actually have information for you. I mean how stupid can you be-”

Cha Cha swiftly slaps him across the face, then turns to the beds. She digs through one of the suitcases, before pulling out a small black taser, then she smiles. “Don’t let the size of this guy fool you. Like you said, we’re ‘time traveling assassins’ which means we’ve had time to fine tune our tools of the trade.” She presses a button and the taser begins to click, blue sparks shooting out the end.

“Let’s not be too hasty-” Klaus is cut off as the taser is put against his neck then turned on.

Thousands of volts of electricity course through his body. He bites back a scream, at least he thinks he does. A cloth is shoved into his mouth, which tells him he probably didn’t hold it in like he’d hoped. Finally Cha Cha relents, and the gag is pulled out of his mouth again. Klaus gasps for air as his bones ache from the electricity. He catches his breath after a few moments, then looks back up at Hazel and Cha Cha who are glaring at him expectantly.

“Feel like sharing now?” Hazel asks.

Klaus takes a few more staggering breaths before opening his mouth. “It all started when I was a child-” The taser is pressed to his side and turned on again. This time Cha Cha lets it go for a longer time. When it stops again, Klaus catches his breath and tries to start again. “My mom wasn’t around much and my dad was a total piece of shit-”

Cha Cha turns up the power on the taser and continues to lay into Klaus with it. “Listen here you little shit, I don’t care what the hell your dad did to you. I am asking you about Five, so when I turn this thing off, we’re gonna talk about him, got it?” Klaus nods numbly, trying his best to focus on anything but the electricity coursing through his body.

Eventually she turns it back off again, then looks at Klaus. “Look, I honestly don’t know what Five is doing back here.” Klaus sobs, the pain of being shocked finally getting the better of him. “He showed up a couple days ago and was spouting some nonsense about the apocalypse before running off to do something.” Cha Cha raises the taser again and Klaus shakes his head quickly. “I swear! That’s all I know! He had me go with him to some prosthetic factory a couple days ago but he didn’t tell me what we were doing there. He had an eyeball in his pocket though, which I thought was weird, but hey we’re all weird in our own ways I guess. It sounded like he just wanted to return the eyeball and he paid me to come with him so I went.”

“Is he really….?” Hazel trails off looking at Cha Cha who seems to understand and finish the thought for him.

Klaus shakes his head again, “I’m telling the truth I swear!” Hazel whips out his gun and hits Klaus with the butt of it, knocking him out.

“That little shit really is trying to stop the apocalypse.” Cha Cha says in disbelief. “Can’t believe he would be that stupid.” She spins around and begins to pack up her things, gesturing for Hazel to follow suit. As the pair begins to head for the door, Hazel glances back at Klaus, gesturing with his head at the man.

“What are we gonna do about him?” Hazel asks, stopping Cha Cha in her tracks.

She curses under her breath before turning to look at Klaus. “Let’s just gag him and shove him in the closet for now, we can dispose of him when we get back. Or if our lead turns out to be a dead end, I’m sure he’ll have more information for us once we’ve given him time to think. I’ll meet you in the car, just make sure you put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door okay? Can’t have people asking questions. Got it?”

Hazel nods, then sets down his suitcase so he can do what Cha Cha told him to. He quickly places a piece of duct tape over Klaus’s mouth, then double checks the bindings. Hazel adds an additional layer of duct tape around his wrists and ankles before dragging the chair Klaus is in into the closet. Satisfied, Hazel grabs his suitcase and heads out the door, turning off the lights as he does so. He meets Cha Cha at their car, where he gets into the passenger seat. She looks at him, raising an eyebrow, her way of asking if he did what he was told. He nods, then she turns on the car and pulls out of the parking lot, heading towards the prosthetics factory.

Klaus hears the door to the room open and can instantly tell Hazel and Cha Cha are both mad. The door slams shut, followed by the closet door swinging open. Klaus nervously looks at Hazel as he is dragged out of the closet, back into the center of the room. Cha Cha’s face is nearly red with anger as she glares at Klaus. She storms over to his chair and cuts the bonds free, then drags him by his hair to the bathroom where she begins to fill up the bathtub with water. The duct tape is ripped off from over his mouth, and he takes in a deep breath of air.

“Something wrong?” He nervously asks, despite knowing damn well that something is definitely wrong.

“It was a dead end, you little shit.” She spits out, “Couldn’t find any trace of Five in their systems, or in the security footage. But hey, at least we got to blow a lab up right Hazel?” Even though he can’t see Hazel, Klaus can still feel him nod.

“We also left a note for your brother.” Hazel informs Klaus, as he grabs his wrists and binds them behind his back. “Told him that we had you and if he didn’t turn himself in there’d be hell to pay.”

Klaus can’t stop himself from laughing, “You guys really don’t know Five then, do you?” Hazel and Cha Cha don’t answer this. “He may have vanished into the future for fifty years, or whatever, but he’s still the same cocky guy I knew growing up. He’s also not an idiot and I’d say there’s no chance he’s turning himself in for me.” Cha Cha turns off the water, returning Klaus’ attention to the bathtub he’s kneeling in front of.

“Let’s see if you’re still saying that after a little waterboarding, hm?” Cha Cha laughs, followed by Hazel grabbing onto Klaus’ arms tightly.

She holds onto Klaus by his hair before pushing his head down underwater before he has a chance to hold his breath. To his credit, he does manage to make it a minute before he runs out of air and tries to push back against Cha Cha’s iron grip. Seconds before he blacks out, his head is yanked back above water. He coughs up water from his lungs, gagging slightly. Klaus takes shaky inhales trying to catch his breath, unable to before Cha Cha quickly shoves him back underwater to repeat the process.

When she pulls him up a second time, she leans closer, her hand still tightly wrapped in his hair. “How about you share some more about Five?”

“I already told you!” Klaus says in between gasping for air and coughing up water from his lungs. “He disappeared when we were kids and only recently came back! Hell I’m not even sure why he still looks like he’s 12.”

“I’m sorry, say that again?” Hazel says, slightly loosening his grip on Klaus’ arms.

“I said ‘he disappeared when we were kids’.” Cha Cha smacks the back of his head for this.

“Not that part idiot, the part about him looking younger.” Cha Cha can’t help but groan and wonder how she ended up interrogating the dumbest person on the planet.

“Well, me and my siblings were all born on the same day y’know?” Klaus asks, nervously hoping he won’t give away anything important. “So we’re all the same age, but when Five came back, well he still looks like he did when we were kids.” Cha Cha releases his hair, and Klaus allows his head to rest on the edge of the bathtub.

“So we’ve been looking for an old man, but we should’ve been looking for a kid this whole time?” Hazel asks redundantly. “Fuck me.”

Cha Cha stands up, “You stay here and watch him, I’m going to go rewatch the security footage and talk to some people.” She starts to walk out of the room before pausing, “Don’t let him out of your sight, understand?” Hazel nods, allowing Cha Cha to leave. “Can’t believe that fucker’s in disguise.” She mutters under her breath as she heads for the car, “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves whump #hazel tua #cha cha tua #the umbrella academy #tasers #waterboarding #no 10 #poor unfortunate souls #whump community #whumpblr

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 10

Caesar x Reader

Warning: Cold Ending

"What are you doing out in the cold?" The scientist stepped to the side and opened the door wider. "Come inside before you catch a cold."

"Thank you, thank you," you said as you hurried into the building, rubbing your hands together as you watched him close the door when you were inside.

"Of course, I couldn't just leave a poor woman out there in the freezing cold." He gave you a warm smile and offered you a hand. "My name is Caesar Clown."

"[L/n] [Y/n]," you reply shaking his warm hand.

"Come, [Y/n]," Caesar said as he began to escort you through the halls loosely by the hand if you wished for your hand to be by your side. "Let's get you something warm to drink."

Your heart fluttered at how gentle he acted toward you. He seemed so sweet, his fluffy coat and hair only enhanced his soft nature. You felt safe with Caesar, safer than when you were on the pirate ship not long ago. Fate is being pleasant after you barely escape from those beasts.

"Thank you, Caesar," you smiled at the man. "If there's anything I could do to return the favour, I'll gladly help!"

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"Master Caesar, I have your coffee ready," you inform him entering the lounge room.

"Wonderful, [Y/n], just set it on the table," Caesar instructed as he continued going through his notes.

So he may have told you to address him as 'Master Caesar' but you weren't complaining. After all, he's polite and gentle with you, far better than the pirates who previously harassed you. If anything, you were proud to call him master. Setting the coffee down in front of him, you turn to him with a smile.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do before I attend to the children?" Your shift had been just around the corner, and you enjoyed taking care of the children. You were a bit surprised when Caesar informed you about the daycare but you only fell for him more when he told you he was taking care of them so you volunteered to help them out.

"Not really, just don't forget about the candy on your way there."

"Yes, master Caesar," you nod before exiting the room, almost bumping into Monet.

The green-haired woman ignored you, flapping right past. A frown appeared on your face. You couldn't help the envy crawling under your skin whenever you saw her around Caesar. Yes, Caesar had told you she was his secretary yet you couldn't help but feel something else was going on. Stepping to the side of the doorway and against the wall to be out of sight, you eavesdropped on their conversation.

"How's today's batch, doctor?" Monet asked, you could hear her taking a seat on the bar stool.

"Better than yesterday," Caesar answered with a delighted tone you've never heard before.

Could your suspicion be correct? Did Caesar like the bird girl? Perhaps the master only took pity on you and was just being nice to you. That would-

"These kids sure have been a great help with improving the giant-ification serum, shurororo."

Giant-if-what? Was your master experimenting on the children? No that can't be-

"The current ones aren't going to last much longer, should we get new ones soon?"

"Yes, send the team to bring another group then dispose of the older ones before they drop in front of the others, we don't need those brats to start crying."

"Very well."

You stood iced to the ground, shock painted over your face. This... this is worse than you imagined. This couldn't possibly be true, Caesar would never say such a thing let alone do, right? No, this-

"Ack!" you yelped when electricity stunned your nerves before you fell to the ground.

A worker in a yellow suit clipped the taser he used back on his belt before dragging you by the leg into the room. "Master, I found this one snooping around."

"Ah, leave it on the burning side of the island, it'll die eventually."

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