4. How do you want people to feel when they read your stories?
For the resus specific ones- honestly aroused would do it for me, I know I'm writing smut. I'd like to think I'm writing something a little bit more elevated than cheap porn but at the end of the day I know why we're here.
6. When and how did you decide to start sharing your work with others? Do you only post anonymously online, or have you showcased your work elsewhere?
I have been here longer than I want to admit, longer than I probably should have (I remember the days before OPandER, and when Biomed's sell page was only a handful of videos) and back in the day the writing aspect was all we really had especially because I was very much so underage at the time it was one of the only ways I could interact with resus. So I've been posting resus stories since longer than some community members have been alive. (weirdly I injured my back typing that) I remember feeling particularly young and dumb and dropping my stories in other places like Gaia online back in the day but that's about it.
9. What is one thing you’ve gotten better at since you started writing? What is one thing you still want to improve upon (or one thing you want to try for the first time)?
Is literally everything a valid answer? I was probably 15 when I started writing if I hadn't improved in 20 years I would be concerned.
I'm trying to work on my "show don't tell" skills. I think its the biggest thing holding back resus fiction right now it reads like a bad procedural list that spends far too much time focused in on the sensual aspects of the victim and less on the other details that make up a good story. I tried poking people about exploring this through role play but didn't get a bite worth exploring.
I wanted to try a dark medical/CPR scenario in where Katie gets held unconscious by a guy who kidnapped her so he could do medical experiments on her. I don't know something like that.
Because I like to pick creative people's brains and want to (pardon the pun) revive ask box culture, here's an ask game for resus writers and readers. I'm using resus as an umbrella term that includes CPR, Heimlich, and medfet, and writer refers to any kind of creative writing including text-based roleplay. This game is for everybody!
Guidelines and Disclaimers
When you reblog this, indicate which set of questions you're open to receiving.
Send an ask to whoever you reblog from.
If you receive a question that feels too personal, there's no pressure to answer it. If you sent an ask and the person hasn't responded, don't spam their ask box.
Be respectful of people's differences.
These questions are designed to spark discussion about kink and sexuality, and adults are the target audience. I generally operate under the assumption that minors are present in all online communities, especially anonymous sites like Tumblr. I can't stop you from reading or interacting with this post, but I will remind you that there can be legal consequences for both parties if a minor and an adult are discussing sexually explicit topics, and that everyone regardless of age is responsible for curating their online experience.
Questions for Writers
1. What is your favourite resus story you’ve ever written? Share as many as you want.
2. Where do your ideas come from?
3. What is your writing process?
4. How do you want people to feel when they read your stories?
5. What is your favourite/most memorable comment that you’ve received on your writing? If you haven’t found your audience yet, what kind of feedback do you hope to receive?
6. When and how did you decide to start sharing your work with others? Do you only post anonymously online, or have you showcased your work elsewhere?
7. Do you do any other kinds of writing besides resus erotica? For your job or as a hobby?
8. What is the best part of writing for you, and what is the most challenging part?
9. What is one thing you’ve gotten better at since you started writing? What is one thing you still want to improve upon (or one thing you want to try for the first time)?
10. Are you worried about experiencing (or have you already experienced) stigma for indulging your resus kink through creative writing? How did you cope with that, and what inspired you to keep writing/posting anyway?
11. What advice do you have for people just starting to explore creative writing, in general or as an outlet for kinks and fetishes?
12. Share a few lines from a WIP (work in progress) if you have one, or tell us about an idea or project you’re excited to start working on.
Questions for Readers
A. What is your favourite resus story you’ve ever read? Share as many as you want.
B. What is one thing that draws you toward a piece of resus writing, and one thing that makes you nope out immediately?
C. Have you done any creative writing yourself? If so, what was that experience like for you? If not, do you want to try? Why or why not?
D. Do you prefer written erotica over other formats? Even if you have no particular preference, what is something you enjoy about written erotica?
E. How did you first come across resus writing? Were you specifically seeking it out, introduced to it via neighbouring kinks, or did you stumble upon it accidentally?
F. Is there anything you’ve learned about yourself or about kink and sexuality more broadly from reading resus erotica? Share those insights if you’re comfortable doing so.
G. What is your favourite/most memorable interaction you’ve had with a resus writer? If you haven’t interacted directly with any writers yet, what is one thing you’d like them to know?
My ask box will be open until June 30, 2026. I will accept questions from both the writer and reader lists. I will try to send asks to everyone who reblogs from me, but can't promise a specific timeline for asks or responses.
A Long First-person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting
(reposted from original blog to new resus blog)
Part 4 https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817424039823966208/weve-lost-her-part-4?source=share
John and Natalie stared intently at the EKG above Autumn's head which read a long flat endless green line.
Dr. John defeatedly pulled a pen light and flashed it at Autumn's hazel eyes. "Pupils are fixed, I'm sorry we've lost her," he admitted with a professional tone of defeat in his voice.
Natalie's eyes fell, dejected as she removed the bag from Autumn's parted lips.
"Time of death 1:05," Dr. John called out, probing Autumn's chest with his stethoscope. She barely felt it, her chest so numb from the repeated bashing.
Natalie's soft fingers lightly waved over Autumn's eyes, shutting them as Autumn surrendered to the darkness.
There was a loud click as the EKG was shut off and a soft rustling as the blankets were pulled over Autumn's face. The cool air ripped at her legs and ankles as the blanket pulled over her face exposing just her feet.
Natalie softly let her fingers linger against her right ankle as they stepped out.
For the first time Autumn felt alone, exposed despite being covered and somewhere between delirium and exhaustion unable to comprehend what came next.
The missing beeps and clicks that had enticed her before were absent, leaving her alone with her own emptiness in the face of death.
"Ok cut!" Dr. John called out.
Kelly McGee blinked beneath her blankets twice. Coming back to reality, she slowly peeled the blankets from her face and ripped at the tape that had held the tube in her mouth and sucked precious air, breathing using her own diaphragm for the first time in what felt like a year.
James Bachman walked out from behind the camera to help the young adult film actress as she pushed herself to her elbows, the blonde wig falling away from her brightly dyed pixie cut.
She sucked in deep breaths looking at him with a daggering look to remind him not to say a word until she had recovered.
He dutifully removed the "Dr. John" lab coat and handed it to 18-year-old Jordan White, who moved in to comfort her still recovering girlfriend.
Kelly forcefully grabbed a fistful of the scrubs that had been poorly fitted to her actress girlfriend and kissed her forcefully.
"Oh you liked that," Jordan whispered in her ear when she was finally able to break free of Kelly's kiss.
(reposted from original blog to new resus blog)
A Long First-person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting
Part 3 https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817423746974564352/weve-lost-her-part-3?source=share
"Hit her with a round of epi, and bi carb!" he ordered Natalie, who dutifully darted to the medicine cart, grabbed two needleless syringes, and plunged them into the port taped to Autumn's right forearm.
She fell back into the trance as Dr. John began lightly grunting with each compression. She wasn't sure if it was real or the aroused imaginings of her entranced, oxygen-starved mind as visions of passionate lovemaking crossed her thoughts with each light gruff grunt.
"Ok let's try 300!" he called, grabbing the paddles forcefully from between her legs, which she realized had slightly parted with her last shock, exposing her more to the room.
She was lost in the arousal as it overwhelmed her. She barely felt her muscles contract as he called "clear" over her this time, not letting the paddles leave her warm gelled skin as she arched against his weight.
"360 again!" he called out before the muscles in her face had even relaxed as the wave of the shock went through her.
Her body pushed back into the air again, the cool air of the room touching the beads of sweat that had formed in the small of her back this time as she flailed against the bed.
The alarms stopped and were replaced by a skinning whine as Autumn's condition deteriorated. Her chest no longer ached for air as her head fell to the right again, adrenaline overtaking every inch of her body. What had started as a light stare and entrancing meditative haze had devolved into a hyperaware state of arousal.
"Shit Autumn, don't do this to us!"
The doctor pleaded with her, his left hand slamming the center of her chest, fingers wide, practically gripping at the inside of her right breast as he pushed as much weight as he could into her sternum. His right hand found the crease of her neck, shaking with each forceful compression.
"I've got nothing!" he reported, a sense of defeated frustration crackling at the edge of his voice.
Natalie pulled Autumn's face back skyward, their eyes locking for a moment, each second lasting for its own small eternity.
Autumn's skin felt icy apart from the warmth pulling from her code team's fingers as they probed her and the exploding warmth that radiated from her legs barely able to contain itself.
Her eyes fixated on the deep brown pools of Natalie's wide eyes that were so clear she could see herself in their almost tearful reflection. The bright orange of the gel pads against her bare skin, the little colors of every EKG lead, seemed to pop like fireworks in the night against her skin.
The bright lights above her left the nose ring in her left nostril twinkling in Natalie's eyes. Each forceful push of Dr. John's hand shook her exposed body in the reflection and for a brief moment Autumn thought her eyes might close and fade, but once again she drifted back into a hazy trance.
As he continued she heard the slightest deep moan escape her lips. Was it just forced air pushing past her vocal chords or something more? Honestly, from the outside it was hard to say, but the increasing wetness between her legs betrayed Autumn's true feelings.
Dr. John ripped himself from her chest after what felt like another whole lifetime.
"Shit let's try another shock!" he called as he made a long exaggerated motion pulling the paddles to her chest as if that would bring her back from the brink of death.
"Charge again to 360!" he ordered, the paddles already pressed to her chest as Natalie, more slowly this time, moved with the hopelessness of the situation falling over her movements.
Once again her shoulders and elbows dug into the bed as he called "clear," but this time as she fell limp to the bed the air left the room.
Part 5 https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817424201626664960/weve-lost-her-part-5?source=share
(reposted from original blog to new resus blog)
A Long First-person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting
Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817423491321200640/weve-lost-her-part-2?source=share
"Ok off!" Dr. John called out as Natalie, wide eyed and a bit pale, backed away from the bed back into Autumn's view as her head rolled limply to the right into the soft pillow of her hair.
The paddles slammed to Autumn's chest, only the thin gel pads separating the exposed metal from her bare skin. Dr. John was far more forceful than Natalie had been with the stethoscope moments earlier, his hands pushing the weight of the paddles into her chest so that she could feel each point it contacted with her ribs.
"Clear!" his voice called, splitting the room like a knife.
Autumn felt the skin of her elbows dig into the bedding as every muscle from her jaw to her toes contracted, pulling the small of her back off the bedding. In reality she probably was barely far enough off the bed to be visible, but it felt as though she were trying to throw herself through the pale ceiling that had lulled and entranced her before.
She fell back limply to the bed, the warm energy of the room replaced once again with the cool air against her skin as every muscle relaxed to a state of trance-like nothingness. She became lost in the sensation, as time slowed, the alarms and energy of the room fading back into her soft trance.
Her mind drifted to exploration, the sensual release of a powerful orgasm, learning what that felt like as the body tensed into a million little places only to fall fully limp again, from warm endless sexual energy to nothingness in a millisecond. She felt the cool hairs standing up against her chest, her nipples hardening again against the cold, surer this time it was arousal betraying her body.
"250, charge again!" Dr. John's authoritative voice pulled her back to reality as she watched Natalie turn back to the defibrillator unit to recharge the paddles.
Autumn's view became clearer and less trance-like as her eyes traced the young nurse. Chestnut brown hair fell across her soft but pointed face onto two bony shoulders and a slender petite frame that felt simultaneously trying to fill the room but woefully unable to do so.
The paddles slamming back to her chest ripped Autumn back to reality, the surprisingly soft plastic of one paddle supporting the light sag of her left breast.
"Ok clear!" Dr. John's voice cut through the chaos.
Autumn violently twitched again, her chest aching as her lungs begged for air, her lips turning cool against the air of the room. Natalie silently obliged, attaching the bag and with nervous forcefulness ripping Autumn's face back toward the bright lights of the ceiling.
Dr. John was more forceful this time, the paddles discarded between her legs only enticed her arousal where his probing fingers had first violated her. The warm moist tickle of gel rubbed against her inner thigh, the soft warmth of Dr. John's khaki rubbed against her wrist as he put weight into the bed and onto her chest.
Natalie had once again taken refuge at the head of her bed, her soft fingers supporting Autumn's temple, her eyes wide and unfailingly watching the doctor, waiting breathlessly for instruction.
The whole room seemed to hold its breath together except for the puffs of air Dr. John forced from Autumn's chest with each increasingly aching compression.
Part 4 https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817424039823966208/weve-lost-her-part-4?source=share
(reposted from original blog to new resus blog)
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817423108401184768/weve-lost-her-part-1?source=share
First Person female resus, male doctor, female nurse, ICU setting
An alarm pulled her back from the haze, first one, then more, seemingly louder and more urgent with each chime. She found herself fighting the air, little puffs escaped out of her nose with each forced push.
The door didn't open with a gentle click this time. The air from the rushing opening tickled the tips of her hair. Natalie rushed in, a man this time in toe, his tight blonde ponytail and chiseled wispy beard sitting in stark contrast to the white coat and black pants of his trade.
"Code blue ICU bay 3!" Natalie called out, the nerves and immaturity of her voice ringing against the situation. Her fingers ripped at the blanket this time throwing it to the floor as her free hand found the bony depth of Autumn's left shoulder. "Autumn, can you hear me?" she asked urgently.
Autumn's attention was ripped from her voice as a new sensation violated her brain. The scratchy, callused, tips of Dr. John's pointer and middle fingers rubbed against her upper thigh the light edges of his fingernails just against the light wisps of hair between her legs. They were violating and exposing, Autumn felt her feet twitch in discomfort as his cold hands landed on their spot.
"I can't feel a pulse!" he called out as Natalie stopped her forceful shake. "Starting compressions!" he called to the room.
Autumn was taken back by his speed, fingers that felt as though they were probing into her womanhood found themselves clasped against her chest. The feeling was more familiar and lulled her back into her trance. Where that familiarity came from, she'd probably never fully understand.
Unlike before her exposure didn't feel constricting, the rhythm of the room drew her to it. John's fingers rested on the inner part of her breast sensually as he used the heel of his hand to gently compress her chest. Each push lightly forcing her into the bed, stretching the muscles of her shoulder blades and back right to the limit before they began to ache in protest.
Natalie's soft youthful fingers quickly detached the hose connected to the tube in Autumn's mouth the tip of her pinky resting against Autumn's nose trembling with nerves and it dawned on Autumn for the first time this may have been the first time she had done this.
Her parted eyes studied Natalie's soft wide-eyed face and her deep brown eyes as she nervously looked to Dr. John as he continued to massage her chest.
His voice commanded the room.
20, 21, 22- he counted aloud as Natalie's shaky hands attached a large blue bag to the tube pressing from Autumn's mouth. When he got to 30 Dr. John urged Natalie to squeeze air into Autumn's chest with a forceful command of "breath."
The air that rushed into her chest was stale, and putrid, tasting deeply of plastic as it rushed back out of Autumn's mouth and the forceful expansion of her chest made her lightheaded. For the first time Autumn felt the sickening hazy thought that she wasn't going to make it.
Dr. John's rough but gentle hands snapped her back to the room as his hands once again found their mark on her chest.
"Come on Autumn, come back to us" Natalie pleaded youthfully.
The bargaining was meant to sound altruistic and caring but came out desperate, even romantic.
"Ok charge paddles to 200!" Dr. John commanded forcefully.
Natalie abandoned her position at Autumn's head as Autumn felt the sudden relief of not having to have her lungs forcefully over inflated.
The surprisingly warm sensation of two gel pads being placed on her bare skin comforted her unexpectedly as she regained the sensation of her body again. The little scratchy softness of each little knot in the fabric of the sheets tugged at the bare skin on her back, the cold air of moments ago had been replaced with the heat of the bodies in the room and the smallest beads of sweat tickled the back of her thighs and between her arms.
Part 3 https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817423746974564352/weve-lost-her-part-3?source=share
Part 1 First person resus story- Female patient, ICU, 1 Male doctor, 1 Female Nurse
Wisps of cool morning air found their way under the blanket that covered her, tickling the bare skin of her legs, arms and stomach- the beige wool blanket covering here somehow simultaneously providing warmth and exposure. She dared not move even the slightest muscle, not even sure if she could if she wanted to at this point. The skin at the peak of her bust, and just at the edges of her ribs stretched slowly, rhythmically with each forced breath. The tube pushed between her lightly parted lips urging the only movements from her otherwise still body.
A rhythmic click accompanied each puff of cool stale air forced down her throat, a pinging beep of the ekg machine above her head lulled her into a meditative trance as her eyes glazed over on the ceiling. Why she was there, she couldn't say, they hadn't told her. Now it was just her- autumn- lying alone with her existence.
Beep, beep, click, beep, beep, click... she had lost track of how long she had been there. Maybe it had only been a few minutes, maybe days of endless nothingness.
Beep, beep, click, and then another click, a different click this time nearly pulled her from her distant trance. A soft wave of cool air tickled her pale face as a door opened slowly. She could not immediately tell who had entered, a doctor, a nurse, a friend to visit? These thoughts faded quickly back into nothing, the trance of sounds pulling her back into the fog.
The wavy chestnut hair of her nurse Natalie greeted the fringes of her vision answering her questions. She looked intently, probably too intently, at a clipboard in her hands. Their juxtaposition was startling to Autumn in ways it hadn't been before. The two girls were of similar age yet found themselves in strangely different paths in this story.
Natalie's bright blue scrubs fitted her tightly in flattering ways but in the same way exposed nothing leaving Autumn feeling more exposed and emptier.
"Autumn O'Riley, 18, brought into the ER after collapsing at cheer practice, resuscitated and placed in a medically induced coma, no change in condition after 6 hours" she read methodically to no one.
Autumn felt her toes tense with each word, O'Riley felt like a horrid cliché, cheerleader even worse and out of touch with herself, nothing felt real, who she was hours ago and who she was now were not the same person and this girl, lying lifelessly on this bed felt so far from who she should be.
Natalie peeled back the blankets, exposing her naked form to the cool air. Autumn felt every hair on her body stick out into the fresh air, the sensation of her exposed nipples tightening in protest to the cold. It left her feeling an internal warmth, somewhere between horror, and arousal that only seemed to deepen her trance like stare into the void.
The icy face of a stethoscope touching her bare chest brought her attention to each sensation assaulting her body. The itchy tackiness of each ekg lead, the gentle thump of her heart that seemed to lightly shake the gentle fold of skin at the base of her left breast, rapidly out of time to the beeps that filled her ears.
She felt breath become more labored, if it was fear from her situation, or the icy hand of the cool air constricting her body she couldn't say. Even the pressure of Natalie's fingertips pressing into the stethoscope that radiated into her skin felt binding.
As if on cue the navy-blue cuff strapped tightly to autumn's left upper arm began contracting, even the pulsometer around her pointer finger felt like it was crushing around her fingernail. Autumn wanted to scream, to jump up, cry out, something!
But just as soon as the walls came crashing in, they jumped back out, Natalie pulled the blankets back over her patient and the room returned to its peaceful trance- beep, beep, click, beep.
Her eyes lulled again into a hazy daze as she lost herself in the ceiling once more. She felt each fiber in her face relax, deeper, deeper, like she was falling, melting into the soft sheets beneath her.
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/defib-the-hidden/817423491321200640/weve-lost-her-part-2?source=share
This very epic drama written and commissioned by @birdofcauthon14 of their characters Ylva (rescuer) and Dani (rescued) in which a truck smashes into the side of a hospital building and starts a chemical fire, resulting in a pretty intense rescue
