#mandhandled

[likeit-or-whumpit]

Shawn Michaels is manhandled by the Spirit Squad, suffering a brutal beatdown as his pants are torn apart to gain access to his injured knee.

[whumpty-dumpty]

Burn Notice S07E07 (Psychological Warfare)

Trigger warning and spoiler under the cut

The episode discusses child abuse. The scene where he is beaten by his father alternates between him and him as a child. But I took those frames out.

[space-daddy-owns-me]

I never realized how big Pedro Pascal’s hands are until WW1984

And boy, do I want him to manhandle the fuck out of me

[whumpadoodle]

No 7. I’VE GOT YOU

Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

Setting: Cadeverse

Continuity: Head Wind AU

Whumplet by @adrenaline-whump

~Continuation of “Laced Drink” and “Pinned Down,” Whumptober 2019~

A girl’s voice. Strange. I hadn’t heard any female voices here, not since I’d been dumped in this cell. The last had been Chloe’s.

So I assumed I was dreaming when I opened my eyes and Chloe was looking down at me. But she didn’t look like I remembered her from the party -- now she was in a dark charcoal hoodie and slim tactical pants, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“Upsy daisy,” she said, capping a syringe and tucking it into a thigh pocket. “I need you to come with me.”

“That...didn’t go so well...last time.” My mouth was dry, and the inside of my arm itched like blazes. Maybe I wasn’t dreaming? The fog inside my head was lifting for the first time in days.

“That was my last job. I have a new one now.” Her face came unnervingly close to mine as she slipped an arm around my shoulders to help me sit up. “How are you feeling? Can you walk?”

“Where? And...wait, why? What are you doing?”

“Stealing you. Again.” The pixie smile was just as enchanting, even without the party makeup. She stood up and held her hand out. “Come on, you don’t want to stay here, do you?”

I let her pull me up, and she steadied me while my feet sorted out how the floor worked.

“Sorry,” I said. “Kinda dizzy.”

“Dizzy is fine, as long as you don’t fall down. Just lean on me and go where I go.” She settled my arm over her shoulders and maneuvered me toward the cell door.

“Where--” I started, but she shushed me.

“Questions after we’re out of here. Come on.”

I let her steer me down the hall, over an unconscious guard on the floor, and out into the ink-black night while I tried to decide if this was actually a rescue...or if I was going to wish I’d stayed here after all.

[quietlyimplode]

Whumptober2020 - Day 3 - Manhandled

God she hopes that Clint finds her.

Day 1 // Day 2 //

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When they come for her, she’s not prepared.

When they come for her; it’s 5 on 1. It’s not a fight she was ever going to win but still she fights as hard as she can.

The thing about fighting is that it’s not like in the movies. You want to hit hard and fast and be as lethal as possible in the shortest amount of time. Adrenaline runs out quickly so it’s not something you can rely on; especially for long fights. Training, anticipation and knowing your enemy also reliable indicators of winning. Things, for this fight at least, she’s devoid of.

They hit her first with a short range emp. The electro-magnetic pulse shorts her night vision, takes out all surveillance and leaves her in the dark with only her glock as company. Natasha’s on the roof and she wishes that she had Hawkeye’s vision; in all sense of the word.

They ambush her, quickly, efficiently and quietly. Natasha manages to take the first out; with a quick shot in the head, but the second and third come fast, rubber bullets hitting her square in the chest. It tells her that they want to take her alive, but don’t much care for in what state. The metal baton takes her down and the truncheon hits over her again and again. It’s all she can do to protect her head.

The whole thing takes less than a minute before they have her in cuffs and manhandling her to their vehicle. Disorientated, she tries to fight back, which is quickly met with a taser in the back, and then an injection in the neck.

God she hopes that Clint finds her.

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Short one today but tomorrow’s more than makes up, I swear (Natasha in therapy is fun to write!)

[whumpygifs]