LABORED BREATHING

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Logan and William in Westworld 1x05 “Contrapasso”

for @asweetdeception

Stabbed RP with Asgardian Brat

“-?” Loki gave a choked gasp as he felt something sharp prick in his chest. His eyes widened and he slowly looked from Nicola’s eyes to his chest where a long dagger had been buried into his chest. He could see blood already start to welt from the wound.

“… Nicola?” with that, he sunk to his knees, hand going to the handle of the blade to pull it out. His breath became labored and wet-sounding. He coughed and blood splattered onto the floor, “What… have y-… done?…” he struggled to stay upright.

Highly charged sexual tension filled moment where Derek and Stiles are about to kiss and Derek leans in so close that their lips just barely touch before he pulls away after having second thoughts with Stiles chasing his mouth like he’s starving for it and then Stiles stops too before their lips can touch and their foreheads rest against each other as their labored breathing fills the room and their hearts are beating out of their chests and Stiles brings his hands up to rest on Derek’s chest, and then Derek just says “fuck it” and grabs Stiles around the waist and kisses him, and he just ravages Stiles and Stiles is moaning and grabbing at Derek’s hair and it’s the hottest fucking kiss ever. 

Then there are removals of shirts as Derek pushes an eager Stiles towards the bed and they land in a heap of limbs on top and they start reaching for the other’s pants as they continue make out before it fades to black and we all know what happens next, ofc. 

Chronical Illness Translation: I'm okay

When you are chronically ill, your definition of “I’m doing okay” or “I’m alright” has to change. When people ask you, “How are you?” or “How are you feeling?”, the answer is actually, usually, rather unwell… but you don’t want to make things awkward or make the topic of your health part of the conversation so you either say “I’m okay” or “I’m alright”.

Just now I had a moment where my mom called me and asked me how I was feeling, the truth is I’m sinking into bed with severe fatigue, muscle cramps, joint pain, some nausea/migraine, and labored breathing & dizziness but because my pain levels are not screamingly intolerable, I answered “I’m alright”; to which she asked if I could go out and run an errand.

I had to all of a sudden clarify, “I’m alright as in I don’t need an ambulance at this very moment, I’m stable but I’m not currently physically able to do a task like that.”

As a runner, and I feel as though I am most likely speaking for many other runners, there is nothing more rewarding that starting to see results over a consistent period of time in subtle ways.

Your average “easy run” pace suddenly becomes 30 seconds faster than 3 weeks ago. You look down at your watch and are pleasantly surprised.

The same amount of intervals in a workout suddenly start to feel effortless and smooth and your once labored breathing becomes a rhythm in tune with your feet hitting the ground.

The paces that once seemed grueling and impossible now become attainable and not only that, but manageable, doable, not for one interval but for all of them.

Your average weekly mileage doubles from a few months back, a few months back when you sat there wondering at the time how on earth you were going to get up to a certain amount of miles per week?

But it’s a process, a slow, steady, consistent, and patient process; and nothing beats the subtle signs that slowly, but surely, remind us it is all coming together.

Clasutrophobia

Imagine Sam and Dean trying to keep you quiet while you all hide in a  closet that’s barely big enough for the three of you.

Author’s Note: Both brothers x reader and it’s just a short (only 791 words) fluffy/hot one shot. This is just a little bonus for today that I’ve had floating around in my head for a while! Best way to fight writers block is to go with whatever's on your mind! Warnings: if you’re actually claustrophobic this might be not as cute? haha I am a little but not severely. I think I’d make an exception for Sam and Dean (;

As the closet door slammed shut I panted and tried to squeeze tighter into the small space. Two other bodies were pressed against mine, their labored breath hot on my face and neck.

“Shh, everyone be quiet.” Dean’s mouth was right above my head and I could feel the rumble of his deep voice through his chest touching mine. Generally hiding wasn’t our first choice while hunting, but drastic circumstances called for drastic measures. Whatever this monster was, it wasn’t going down with a few silver bullets or salt-filled shells. Sam mumbled something about his neck hurting and I looked up to see his face craned over mine, bent downwards by the low ceiling. I had to stifle the giggle that came to my lips.

“Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes and shifted awkwardly, but there was no where else for his body to go besides towards me. Both Winchesters were crushed against the walls of the tiny closet. I could feel both of their lungs expanding against me with every breath and their body heat was stifling. I was drowning in their smells. The warm scent of spices, old books, and soap was lingering with the smells of leather, motor oil, and minty aftershave. Their presence was making it just that much harder to control my breathing. A pink blush rose to my cheeks and I instinctively hid my head downwards, straight into Dean.

“Hey, keep your pointy chin out of my chest.” I whispered an apology and eased backwards, where something flinched under my foot. Sam grunted as I stepped on his toes.

“Sorry!” Suddenly a strong hand wrapped around my waist to keep me still, fingers reaching all the way to the top of my hip. I could tell from the grip and placement of the thumb on my stomach that it was Dean’s hand.

“Stop moving.” He practically growled his words. In the faint light I could see where the creature had scratched him, a little trickle of blood following the curve of his clenching jaw. My heart pounded in rhythm with the footsteps growing louder outside the door. Dean’s hand didn’t leave my waist as we all tried to quiet our panting and remain still. I held my breath for as long as I could, my lips trembling with fear. The thumping outside stopped right in front of where we hid. My lungs were burning with the desire to take another breath, but I didn’t dare.

The silence went on for what seemed like hours before a soft squeak slipped from my oxygen deprived throat. A hand from behind me pressed over my lips, careful not to cover my nose. Sam’s hair tickled my cheek as he rested his forehead in my shoulder. I think he was silently apologize for gagging my mouth, or maybe his neck was just hurting. My lips ground against the callouses of his skin as I swallowed back my nervousness. All of this touching, all of these smells, it was making me shake with conflicting emotions. I was two parts terrified and one part enthralled. Finally, the monster outside the door relented and began walking again, it’s footsteps becoming quieter as it lumbered in the other direction. Dean was the first to sigh and he removed the hand from my side. My sigh was less of relief and more of disappointment as Sam retracted his palm as well.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He traced his fingers down my arm, and I wondered if he could feel my body shiver. “I didn’t mean to be rough.” His voice was genuinely concerned and sweet as honey. I stuttered but nothing understandable came out of my lips, which still felt the gentle pressure of his palm. Dean huffed and stared down with a cocky grin.

“Well, I’m not sorry. You fidget like a ten year old.” He wrinkled his freckle-dotted nose, coming as close to my face as possible. The teasing spurred a laugh from Sam that I felt in every inch of my back. I couldn’t handle these overwhelming sensations any longer, it was just too much. Without a word I threw open the closet door and leapt outside. I gasped as I was able to breath again, without the smells of men and body heat quickening my pulse.

“What’s gotten into you?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows at my reddened cheeks and wide eyes. What was I supposed to tell him? That I couldn’t handle being the center of a sexy Winchester-sandwich any longer? No, I was a hunter not some starry eyed girl with a crush on my partners. I shrugged and tried to straighten my wrinkled clothing and messy hair.

“Nothing, I’m just a little claustrophobic." 

Could you do the RFA reacting to MC eating something she’s deathly allergic to

Yoosung:

  • He baked cookies today!!
  • At first he was really happy when you were going to take a bite out of one 
  • and gush over how good it was
  • But then you started to cough violently and your face turned an alarming red color
  • “AAAA! MC DOES IT TASTE BAD? ARE YOU CHOKING? WHAT’S WRONG?!”
  • Somewhere through your labored, choking breaths, he managed to catch onto the words ‘epipen’ and ‘cabinet’
  • He composed himself enough to sprint and grab your epipen out of the cabinet and then back to you
  • Your shaking hand managed to inject the pen into your thigh
  • Once you’ve calmed down, Yoosung is on you in an instant, tears already running down his cheeks
  • Turned out that his cookies contained peanut butter, and you were very allergic to peanuts
  • It takes you awhile to convince him that you weren’t going to die
  • He apologizes over and over and refuses to ever use anything peanut related ever again

Jaehee:

  • She took the liberty of making coffee after a busy day at working at the cafe
  • After tasting something something familiar, you nearly spit the coffee everywhere
  • Okay, you actually did spit it out
  • That something you recognized was none other than honey, which could kill you since you were highly allergic to it
  • Jaehee panicked when hives appeared all over your arms and chest
  • Your throat had started to close up on you from the swelling and breathing became very, very hard
  • “Oh no oh no oh no…! Do you have something that can help you, MC?!”
  • It was immensely hard to focus on anything right now but the lack of air in your lungs
  • You weakly pointed over to your purse and she knew instantly
  • She found the pen and hurried back over, “Where do I inject this?”
  • Pointing to your thigh, she nearly stabbed it into you
  • Once the swelling decreased, you explained your allergy to honey
  • Now she makes sure to literally check E V E R Y T H I N G for honey

Zen:

  • Tonight was one of those rare times where Zen wanted to make dinner all by himself instead of together with you
  • Stir fry noodles was what he was making
  • The two of you ate in peace, but it was disrupted about 20 minutes after you had finished eating
  • You made a beeline for the toilet and threw up everything
  • Zen had heard you and rushed in to hold your hair back
  • You began to sweat and pant heavily, “Hyun, w-was there anything extra in the noodles?”
  • “Just noodles, vegetables, and soy sauce…”
  • Soy sauce
  • You usually left soy sauce out of your food and Zen would just put it on his own plate himself
  • “I’m allergic to soy sauce, Hyun. There’s an epipen under that sink, please get it for me before I–”
  • Before you could even finish, you retched again while he quickly retrieved it for you
  • You jabbed it into your thigh and waited for your body calm itself
  • When he knew were fine, Zen proceeded to throw out every soy ingredient in the house

Jumin:

  • “I want you to try our company’s new tea brand.”
  • You were more than willing to help your partner test out his new company product
  • You took a sip, but by then it was too late
  • “J-jumin, this i-isn’t chamomile tea, is it?”
  • His eyebrow arched, “Hm? It is, why?”
  • It became increasingly difficult to breathe, you were basically hyperventilating by now, “I can’t have chamomile! Jumin, I’m going to faint soon, please take me to a doctor right now.”
  • I’ve never seen a man pick up someone and run so fast
  • Driver Kim was definitely going to get a raise for his sporadic driving and the 6 red lights he ran to get to the hospital
  • You already passed out by the time he arrived there and he made the nurses get you treated ASAP right when he walked in
  • Literally waited all night by your bedside and paid for the absolute top medicine (all they needed to do though was put the equivalent of an epipen in you though)
  • Also held your hand the entire time you were unconscious 
  • All of his worries were gone when you finally woke up
  • “I’m fine now, Jumin. It’s not like I’m dying.” you giggled
  • “I’m going to cancel the tea brand.”
  • “Jumin, you can’t–”
  • “I’m cancelling.” he firmly stated; there’s no point in arguing now

707:

  • He’s been through your medical information before, so he knows how your body is (in more ways than one ;^) )
  • And Saeyoung is always careful making sure there isn’t any cinnamon in what you eat (since you were deathly allergic to it)
  • There was bound to be an accident one day, and today was that day
  • You bit into your bread before he could check the label and surprise surprise, there was cinnamon in it
  • Your throat closed up and your eyes were watery from the pain in your chest
  • Saeyoung took action immediately and went to grab an epipen out of the drawer
  • He noticed that your hands were trembling too much to even grasp the pen so he was the one who was going to have to inject it
  • He calmly presses it into your thigh
  • The most calm one in this type of situation tbh
  • Makes sure to get your breathing back on track and wipes the tears from your eyes
  • Calm as he may seem, he’s absolutely terrified on the inside from the fear of almost losing you
  • After this incident, he’s so so much more careful now
6

“When you kiss, the heart rate doubles that of being in a resting state. As a result, the heart flutters and the breathing becomes labored, and the person can even experience dizziness, which makes it easy to be mistaken as him/her being in love. However, all of these are mere playful games of skin ship, and a hormone’s hoax. You must not be deceived by this.”

Long after Castiel has stopped praying, he meets God. Metatron was inaccurate in his description, but many, many centuries had passed, so it isn’t altogether surprising.

Maybe he isn’t seeing God, maybe he’s just hallucinating where he lays in one of Heaven’s hospital beds, a few scant angels in the room all singing to him. He who deserves it the least. Either way, real or unreal, the face of his Father provides untold comfort.

God smiles to him. “You’re nearly dead, Castiel.”

All he does is nod, his chest heavy and eyes drooping. Staying awake takes so much energy he doesn’t have.

God brushes a sweaty lock of hair off of his forehead. “If you could ask anything of me, Castiel, what would it be?”

Castiel takes a labored breath, remnants of a fantasy he’s harbored for the last few years playing out in his mind. “For Azazel to die in the monastery where he spoke to Lucifer.”

The room grows brighter and brighter, the angels scream, Castiel feels whole again. 

 • • •

Dean Winchester is five years old and he’s going to teach his baby brother to walk. Daddy’s sick, so he’s been with some doctors for almost the whole summer. Ten whole weeks. But he’s coming home soon, and Dean wants to prove that he’s been the man of the house while his daddy’s been gone.

Sammy giggles as he crawls to the apple tree in the front yard, trying to get around to the back of it. The tree is their miracle, mommy says. It just grew over night, and the apples it grows are the best Dean’s ever had. Especially when mommy makes pie with them.

“Boo!” Cas pops out from behind the tree and pulls Sammy to his feet.

Dean laughs and runs up to his best friend. He couldn’t ever imagine a life without Cas.

Today was tough. I refuse to say bad because as long as I’m running, I’m overly grateful. But today was just really hard. No pace felt easy (even at the slowest interval of the workout), my mind just wasn’t right, my motivation was struggling, breathing labored. But we grow from this.

We grow from this.

Safe and Sound

Author: Emma

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: Smut. This is all just complete smut.

A/N: Holy shit I wrote something! Hallelujah! Let me know what y’all think!



The car crept to a halt in the parking garage of the Avengers training facility. Bucky shoved the shifter into park and once the engine died the only sound that could be heard was the steady sound of labored breathing. You both stared out the front windshield, eyes a little dazed, minds elsewhere. So many things had gone wrong on this mission and both of you were painfully aware of how close you were to dying tonight. Just the thought of losing any of your friends, of losing Bucky, made your throat tighten painfully, tears automatically filling behind your eyes, ready to spill over. It was minutes before either of you spoke. Bucky was the one to break the silence.

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Why don’t we ever see Steve struggling to come to terms with his new body? (I know why but just listen ok I need this)

As someone who also had a list of problems with my body I know that physical pain and discomfort easily trigger dissociation, so I think it’s likely that Steve would already be familiar with dissociation when his body changes.

And yeah, his new body is great – no aches and pains, no labored breaths – but it is RADICALLY different than the body he’s had his entire life. I mean he’s like 4 times as massive literally. How can ANYONE go through that without feeling a massive disconnect from their body, let alone someone who already has a history of dissociation.

To top it all off, instead of having time to recover and come to terms with his new form, he goes right into the action of getting turned into an icon rather than a person, then goes to war.

All I’m saying is that Steve Rogers must still be experiencing a deep disconnect from his body, he likely still acts like a small, sickly kid, constantly forgetting that he’ll never be again what was once so familiar.

Two Minutes

REID X READER – written for a prompt in which the reader gives Reid his first blowjob. Happy reading!

Author: @thebeautifultimesofladybrooklynn

Two Minutes

“Spencer,” (y/n) breathed heavily through their kisses, her fingers tangled in his hair as his hand moved from her cheek to her neck, “Spencer, just, ah, just stay here tonight. Mmm, please.”

Spencer’s eyes opened slightly. Though he continued to kiss (y/n) passionately, the idea of spending the night with her brought as much fear as excitement to him. His brows furrowed, and his labored breathing grew more erratic.

“St-stay with you?” He pulled his lips away from hers long enough to ask the question weakly.

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed against his lips.

“Ok,” he spoke faintly as his chest heaved.

Though he had no experience with women, staying with them, or even an understanding of what that might entail, Spencer deepened their kiss, excited at the prospect of learning.

(Y/n) moaned in response, pushing Spencer back onto the bed as she swung her leg over his hips. Moving on top of him, (y/n)’s lips moved from Spencer’s down to his neck. Gasping through his parted lips, Spencer’s hands moved up (y/n)’s back, pushing the fabric of her shirt away as his fingers brushed against her skin.

The sensation of Spencer’s hands on her body fueled the fires of (y/n)’s lust. Her hips began to shift slightly on top of his as the touch she’d dreamt about for the last two months was finally becoming a reality.

“Mmm, Spencer,” she moaned into his neck as she pulled the tender flesh between her teeth.

“(Y/n),” he panted, becoming stiff under her swaying hips. “I don’t, um, ah, god, I, I don’t really know what, ah, what I’m doing.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” she breathed as her hand flowed down his chest, over his stomach, and found rest on his groin. “Just lay back and let me take care of you.”

She grinned up at him mischievously as her hand began to caress him through his pants. Spencer, experiencing the lustfully satisfying sensations that rushed from his member through his body for the first time ever, began to breathe more heavily. As pants and soft groans passed through his parted lips, his fingers tightened their hold on (y/n), sinking into her back.

Her free hand worked to release his belt and toss it aside. Still rubbing him through his pants, she unbuttoned his pants, moving her lips to the newly exposed skin.

Spencer gasped when her lips connected with his body just above his boxers. Her fingers wrapped around the band of his pants and boxers, her hands pulling them down slowly in unison as her lips followed them in their downward pursuit.

She brushed her lips across his sensitive tip, stopping to smirk as he writhed beneath her, moaning softly at the faint touch.

“(Y/n),” he panted in aroused anticipation, “Please.”

“Please?” She grinned.

“I need you,” he gasped. Though he was unsure what her mouth would feel like encompassing his anatomy, Spencer’s biology urged him to ask for it, insisted that he beg her. He needed (y/n), his body demanded it.

His needy words pushing her desire for the doctor to the ultimate high, (y/n) hungrily took Spencer into her mouth, using her tongue to massage his shaft as her lips moved along his length.

The sensations caused by her warm, wet mouth forced a low groan from Spencer’s throat, his hands rushing into her hair and gripping it tightly as her head moved.

His hips began to buck slightly and the hasty jerks prompted a soft moan from (y/n). As she hummed over his erection, the vibrations pushed Spencer to inevitably fast orgasm.

“(Y/n), I,” he panted heavily as the pleasure surged through him, “I think I have to–”

His words broke into a moan as he spilled his ecstasy into (y/n)’s mouth, her tongue lapping up each bit of him.

His chest heaved as she released him from her mouth. Crawling back up the bed, (y/n) laid down next to him.

“I’m, I’m sorry that was so, so fast,” Spencer looked embarrassed under his sweaty brows and flushed cheeks.

“Don’t apologize,” she grinned before placing a chaste kiss on his pouty lips.

“That was, that was so amazing, (y/n),” he whispered, rolling over and wrapping his arms around her. “I had no idea it would be that mind blowing.”

“It was only two minutes, Spencer,” she chuckled, “it only gets better from here.”

“I can’t wait,” he smiled, his chest slowing as he drifted into sleep.

“Neither can I,” she bit her lip as she studied the doctor’s handsome face, “neither can I.”

Imagine Eric

Originally posted by imagineseverywhere

Imagine Eric getting jealous when a fellow initiate pins you during a sparring match and proceeds to beat up said initiate.


Eric stood by, arms crossed and intense gaze upon the mat you and Orion were sparring on. You were part of Eric’s first batch of initiates and had already made it to the top twenty. This particular sparring match wasn’t anything really important, just some training before the final phase when the Dauntless leaders would review all of you. Over the past few months you had noticed Orion checking you out and he had even asked you out a few times, mostly when extremely drunk. Up until now it hadn’t concerned you much but that changed quickly.

In between punches and kicks and labored breaths Orion said,“Come on, (Y/N), just go out with me.”

“Orion, I said no, now back off.”

You went for a back kick to Orion’s chest but unfortunately he caught your foot and wrenched it at an uncomfortable angle. Soon he had you pinned to the mat, hands holding your wrists above your head and knees keeping your legs from lashing out.

Orion leaned his face close to yours, “Fine if you won’t say yes of your own free will I suppose I can just make you.”

You turned your face away from the creep and writhed under his weight but it was no use, he was way to strong.

Orion leaned his face closer, you could feel his breath on your lips as you closed your eyes when you suddenly felt his weight being knocked off of you. You looked up to see Orion rubbing his elbow, which he had landed on, and Eric standing over him, absolutely furious. You quickly backed up as Orion got up to fight your trainer.

After a few minutes Eric had Orion pinned, is arm wrenched behind his back and blood seeping from multiple wounds. “Now, jack ass, your gonna back off of (Y/N), aren’t you?” Eric asked, the fire in his eyes still very pronounced.

When Orion failed to answer Eric twisted his arm up even more. Orion let out a small yelp and nodded.

“Say it,” Eric snarled.

“I’ll back off of (Y/N).” Orion said through clenched teeth.

Eric leaned closer to Orion, “That wasn’t so hard was it? Now make sure you stay away from my girl.”

Eric released Orion, dusted his hands off on his pants and walked over to you, “There you go, he won’t bother you any more.”

You smiled and kissed Eric on the cheek as he draped his arm around your shoulder. The two of you turned to walk out of the training room as a couple other initiates slowly approached the mat to help Orion to the infirmary.

There were tears in his eyes, when she finally got to him–he had kept himself together until the last enemy fell. To see the strong hero brought to his knees after all they had been through…

“You have to leave me behind,” he whispered through labored breath, hand clutching at his chest.

“Link…I can’t–”

“Princess, you must,” he cried, his voice pained, “I’ll only slow you down.”

His breath rattled in his chest, she could feel it under her hand. 

“Take the sword. Finish this,” he pleaded softly. There were tears streaming down his cheeks. 

     What if…. on Ravenhill, when Bilbo sees Thorin go down, he runs over as fast as his big hairy feet can take him. He sees to the wound quickly, applying pressure to help stop the bleeding and shushing Thorin when he coughs and groans. Bilbo frantically whispering “no, Thorin, you’re going to live” when the dwarf is trying to tell Bilbo that he’s sorry, sorry for everything. 

      What if Thorin is convinced that he won’t make it out of this, so he grabs one of Bilbo’s blood-covered hands in his own. “I was… too blind to see it…” he’d whisper, taking a shaky and labored breath, “Bilbo I– I… love….” and then staying awake is too much effort, and Thorin slips into unconsciousness.

      What if Bilbo yells out for help, screaming for Dwalin, Fili or Kili (who have just narrowly avoided being killed by Bolg and other orcs). The three come running, Tauriel with them. Thorin is growing quieter, his breaths shorter, and Bilbo is stroking his hair and whispering “just wake up, please Thorin, don’t you dare leave”. Tauriel uses her skills in healing to help Thorin, just enough so they can manage to get back down and head for the inside of the mountain to get to the healers. 

    What if later on that night, the healers tell Bilbo and the company that Thorin will survive. He sits by Thorin’s side all night, unable to even think about sleeping. Bilbo gently places a hand on Thorin’s, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. He gives a relieved sigh when Thorin tiredly murmurs Bilbo’s name. Bilbo gives a soft smile and whispers, “…I love you too”.

Alec fidgeted with the ends of his sleeves, worried Lily would only stand him up once again. He made his way down the familiar hall to her room and knocked on the door before adjusting his collar once again. His stomach reeled, and had he been human he might have thought he was going to throw up. Alec never felt nervous around anyone before her, and it made him wonder what it was about her that he couldn’t get over. The vampire jumped slightly when the door opened, and he ran a hand through his hair as he looked to the familiar girl standing in the doorway. “I’m early, aren’t I? You don’t seem happy. I can come back later-” @majorsdarlinglilypad