May 9
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Who needs to be rescued!?
Okay but what could be more romantic than leaning over my limp body and pumping my sick little heart for me??
Something In The Air
Chapter 1
The air behind the club was heavy with damp brick and cigarette smoke. The alley wasn’t dark so much as hazy — a single flickering bulb over the back door kept catching the shine off wet asphalt, making the puddles flash gold for a split second before they fell back into shadow.
Nina sat with her back against the wall, knees drawn up, denim jacket slipping off one shoulder. Her makeup was still mostly intact, though the gloss had worn away from her lips, and her eyeliner was smudged into the faint shadows under her eyes. Her hair — straight, black, and damp from sweat — clung to her jawline. She had the wiry frame of someone who forgot to eat more often than not, all edges under the thin black crop top.
Across from her, Jade crouched low, hoodie pulled up despite the heat, glancing toward the street every so often. Jade’s voice was low and urgent when she spoke, but Nina was barely listening, head tilted back against the wall, the corner of her mouth curling into something between a grin and a dazed sigh.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jade asked, flicking her gaze back to Nina’s face.
“Yeah,” Nina said, a little too slow, the word dragging. She lifted her hand — nails bitten short and painted a chipped red — to wipe at her nose. Her pupils were blown wide, so dark they swallowed the iris, and they didn’t track properly when the light above them flared.
The packet was still open on the ground between them, pale powder dusting the torn foil. Nina’s fingertips were dusted the same way. She coughed once, sharp, and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees.
From inside the club, bass thudded through the wall in slow, steady waves. The back door opened for a second — a bouncer stepping out for a smoke — letting out a hot blast of beer, perfume, and sweat before it slammed shut again.
Nina rubbed at her arms. “It’s fine,” she said again, but the words were softer this time, as if she was talking more to herself than to Jade.
Jade didn’t answer. Her gaze caught on the subtle tremor running through Nina’s hands. Then on the way she kept swallowing, as if she couldn’t clear her throat.
A siren dopplered somewhere far down the street, its pitch rising, then fading again. Nina tipped her head sideways toward the sound, blinking slow.
“You’re really pale,” Jade said.
“I’m fine,” Nina repeated, but her voice cracked halfway through. She sat forward as though she might stand, but instead just folded herself tighter, forearms braced over her knees.
Jade shifted closer. “We should—”
Nina cut her off with a small laugh, but it was hollow, the kind that falls apart halfway out.
The alley’s bulb flickered again. The wet asphalt seemed to tilt under them.
The night was still young, but whatever this was, it had already begun to move.
Chapter 2
The club door stayed shut this time. The bass was muffled to a heartbeat-thump through the brick, but out here the sounds were sharper — a car idling at the curb, a bottle rolling somewhere deeper in the alley, a cat yowling briefly before disappearing.
Nina had stretched her legs out in front of her now, heels of her boots scraping the asphalt. Her denim jacket had slipped entirely off her shoulders, bunched at her elbows. She was breathing through her mouth, shallow, like someone trying not to be noticed.
“You good?” Jade asked again.
“Stop asking,” Nina murmured. Her voice was thinner, the edges fraying. She tried to light a cigarette but the lighter kept clicking without catching. Her hands wouldn’t stay still long enough for the flame to land.
Jade reached over, lit it for her, and held it until Nina managed to take a drag. She exhaled smoke too fast, coughing once and pushing the cigarette away as if it had turned sour in her mouth.
The tremor in her fingers had grown — no longer subtle, now jittering up her forearms. She rubbed her palms over her jeans, leaving faint white smears of powder across the dark fabric.
“Maybe you should get some water,” Jade said.
“I’m fine,” Nina answered automatically, but her eyes kept shifting like she was trying to focus on something just out of reach. The pupils were still wide, almost glassy now, the rims reddening.
A pair of club-goers stumbled into the alley, laughing, too wrapped up in each other to notice the two girls on the ground. Their perfume lingered briefly, sharp and floral, before the air went back to damp brick and asphalt.
Nina shivered. “It’s cold,” she said, though the air was still warm from the day’s heat.
Jade pulled her hoodie half off and draped it over Nina’s shoulders. “You look— I don’t know. You don’t look right.”
Nina’s jaw worked like she was about to argue, but then she just pressed her lips together. Her breathing hitched once, and Jade caught the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth — like the muscles weren’t responding exactly when they should.
“Let’s get you up,” Jade said.
When she tried to help her stand, Nina’s knees didn’t fully lock. Her weight leaned heavy into Jade’s side, and she gave a half-laugh that died mid-breath.
“You’re scaring me,” Jade said under her breath.
From the street, a group shouted at each other — someone calling for a ride, someone else swearing. A car door slammed. The noise felt very far away from the narrow slice of space they occupied.
Nina looked up toward the flickering bulb, lips parted. “Just give me a sec,” she said, but her voice was slurred enough now that Jade almost didn’t catch the words.
The bulb buzzed, stuttered, then flared bright before dipping back to dim. In that harsh moment of light, Jade saw the sheen of sweat across Nina’s forehead and the way her chest lifted just a fraction slower than it had before.
Something was shifting, and it was no longer subtle.
Chapter 3
The cigarette had gone out in Nina’s hand. Ash flaked onto her jeans, leaving pale streaks against the black. She didn’t seem to notice.
Jade crouched in front of her, snapping fingers. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”
Nina’s eyes rolled back toward her, but they didn’t stay fixed. Her head tipped forward once, slow, like she’d just nodded off, except her shoulders jerked suddenly and she gasped — not a sharp intake, more like her body was reminding her to breathe.
“Alright, we’re going,” Jade said, hooking her arm under Nina’s and hauling her upright. Nina’s boots scraped hard against the asphalt. She swayed, the weight of her dead arm pulling Jade sideways.
Halfway toward the street, Nina stopped moving. Her knees buckled, and her back hit the wall before Jade could hold her up.
“Don’t do that,” Jade hissed, panic crowding her voice.
Nina’s jaw was slack now, breath coming shallow and uneven. Her skin had gone a shade lighter, the faint flush from earlier fading to something more ashen. A thin string of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth, catching on her chin.
The flickering bulb overhead hummed louder than it had before, or maybe the rest of the world had gone quiet.
Jade pressed a hand to Nina’s chest — felt the stutter under her palm. Not fast anymore. Not slow either. Just wrong.
Someone opened the club door and shouted into the alley, but the music swallowed the voice before Jade could catch it. She yelled back — “Call an ambulance!” — though she wasn’t sure they’d heard her.
Nina made a small sound, somewhere between a moan and a choke, then her body slackened. Her head lolled forward, chin nearly touching her chest.
Jade shook her once, hard. “Nina! Open your eyes!”
Nothing.
The damp brick behind them pressed cold into Jade’s back as she tried to keep them both upright. Her hands slid to Nina’s jaw, tilting her head back. The airway opened a fraction, but the breaths still came thin, dragging like they were fighting against something inside her.
The bulb above them buzzed, dipped, then came back weak, barely enough to cut through the alley’s haze.
Jade could hear footsteps somewhere in the club, voices picking up speed. But in this slice of space, it was just the rasp of Nina’s breathing and the thud of Jade’s own pulse in her ears.
Chapter 4
Nina’s weight was all on Jade now, the kind that wasn’t leaning but hanging — her knees loose, ankles turning in her boots. Jade tried to keep them both upright, but the dead pull of her friend’s body dragged her toward the wall until her own shoulder hit brick.
The breaths were quieter now, but each one dragged, the space between them stretching too long. Jade tilted her head back farther, fingers trembling against Nina’s jaw. “Come on. Just keep breathing.”
A wet, rattling noise answered her — deep, somewhere in the back of Nina’s throat. She coughed once, weak, then her whole torso shuddered like she’d been hit with a chill. Her eyelids flickered open just enough to show the whites, pupils still blown wide.
“You’re here, yeah? You’re with me?” Jade’s voice was fast, shaky. She could feel heat under Nina’s skin, sweat rolling down from her hairline, but her hands were cold where they gripped her.
Nina’s lips parted but no sound came. Her jaw clenched once, then released, the muscles twitching like they were misfiring.
Jade shifted, pressing two fingers against Nina’s neck. The pulse was erratic — not the thud she expected but stuttering taps that skipped entirely before coming back in double beats. She didn’t know what that meant, only that it was wrong.
A sharp gasp came from Nina then, her whole chest lifting once in a jagged inhale before she doubled forward and vomited, thin and acidic, onto the wet asphalt between their boots. The smell hit instantly, sharp against the cool night air.
“Okay, okay—” Jade turned her to the side, holding her there as another wave came. It wasn’t much, but Nina’s body convulsed like it was. Her breathing hitched hard afterward, a desperate gulp that barely brought her chest up.
When Jade sat her back, her head lolled to the side. The muscles in her throat tightened once, twice, and then she made a sharp, wet gasp — the kind that dragged in air but didn’t seem to let it out again.
“Don’t you do this,” Jade said, shaking her.
Nina’s hands twitched against her thighs, fingers clawing once at the denim before going slack again.
The bulb overhead hummed, then popped brighter for a second. In the stark light, Jade saw it — the blue starting at the edges of Nina’s lips, subtle but creeping.
She pressed her ear close to Nina’s mouth. The breaths were almost silent now, each one shallow enough that Jade wasn’t sure if she was hearing air or just the faint wheeze of her throat.
“Breathe. Please just breathe,” she said, bracing her palm against Nina’s sternum. She could feel the uneven thump of her heart, weaker than before.
Then it stopped for half a beat. Two. And when it came back, it was slower.
Nina’s head tipped forward again, her chin touching her chest. The wet noise in her throat deepened. Her legs slid farther out along the asphalt until her boots caught against the wall opposite.
Jade’s own breath was loud in her ears now, fast and ragged. She shoved Nina’s head back, opened her mouth, checked — the tongue was soft, flat, no obstruction she could see. She gave two sharp breaths into her mouth, watching for the rise of her chest. It came, but slow, like air was meeting resistance somewhere deeper.
Nina coughed once, weakly, more reflex than effort. Then nothing.
Jade sat back, hands braced on her knees for half a second, staring at her friend’s unmoving chest. The damp, narrow alley felt smaller now, the walls pressing in.
She shifted back into position, laced her fingers, and set the heel of her palm against the center of Nina’s sternum.
And then she started to push.
Chapter 5
Jade didn’t count. She didn’t know how. She only knew she had to keep the motion going — down, up, down — the muted thud of palm against bone. The force jolted Nina’s body on the asphalt, jacket sliding farther off until one arm was free.
The denim bunched under Jade’s hands, making the angle wrong, so she yanked at it, dragging the sleeve past Nina’s elbow. The zipper caught against her skin. Jade swore under her breath, shoved the jacket aside entirely, and pushed down again.
Nina’s head lolled with each compression, hair dragging across the ground. Her T-shirt had ridden up under Jade’s forearms, damp with sweat, the skin underneath pale under the alley’s flickering light.
The breaths weren’t coming on their own now. Jade pinched her nose, pressed her mouth to Nina’s, forced air in. The chest rose under her hands — not enough, but it moved.
She sat back and stripped the T-shirt higher, up past the ribs, until she could see the full rise and fall. Nothing. She pressed her palms flat again and drove them into the center of the sternum. The give was there, the faint recoil, but no response.
Her own breath was loud, too fast, the night air burning her throat. The concrete was hard against her knees, grit digging in. She didn’t stop. She shifted, locked her elbows, leaned her whole weight forward into each push.
Nina’s skin was clammy now, the sweat cooling in the night air. Jade’s fingers slipped once, skidding against the curve of a rib. She reset, pressed harder. The sound in her head was a mix of the dull smack of each compression and the faint gurgle from Nina’s throat every time the chest fell.
“Come on, come on,” Jade muttered. She pulled the T-shirt the rest of the way up, exposing her completely from the waist to the collarbones, nothing between her and the point she was pressing into. The air here was heavy, damp, clinging.
She went back to breaths — two, fast — then pressed again. Somewhere inside, something clicked under her palm, a muted crack that made her stomach turn but didn’t slow her down.
The bulb above spat once, plunging the alley into half-dark before it flared again. In that sharp moment, Nina’s face looked unfamiliar — the slack jaw, the grey-blue shade at her lips, the pupils fixed.
Jade’s own arms were starting to shake, but she didn’t stop. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, sweat soaking the collar of her hoodie. Her hands ached, her palms burned from the constant grind against bone and skin.
Still nothing. No gasp, no flicker in her eyes, no twitch of movement. Only the rhythmic rise from Jade’s forced breaths and the dull push of her palms into a chest that felt less and less like it was answering.
The alley was silent except for Jade’s panting and the sound of her hands working.
Chapter 6
Jade’s knees were numb from the concrete now, the cold working up into her thighs, but she didn’t notice until her hips started to ache. Every part of her body felt off-balance — shoulders burning, wrists locking — but she kept her weight over Nina’s sternum, driving each push until her own teeth clenched.
Her palms were raw. The thin fabric of Nina’s shirt bunched up again under her hands, so she tore it higher and left it there. Her ribs were visible now under the skin, each compression making the line of them shift unnaturally.
Another crack, sharper than the last, echoed in her palms. Jade flinched but didn’t stop. The sound was mechanical, detached — just part of the motion.
She leaned in, breath hot against Nina’s cooling skin, gave another set of breaths. Air hissed out between Nina’s lips on the release, carrying the sour, chemical tang of whatever she’d taken.
Her hands found the center again. Down, down, down. The give under her palms felt looser now, as if the body wasn’t resisting as much. That scared her more than the blue creeping deeper across Nina’s lips.
She counted without meaning to. Five, six, seven — stop for breaths — eight, nine, ten. Her rhythm was fast, too fast, but she couldn’t slow down.
Nina’s head rolled to the side with each push. Her hair, matted now with sweat and alley grime, stuck to the side of her face. The pupils were fixed — wide, black, unblinking — but Jade still found herself glancing at them after each set of breaths, waiting for something.
Nothing came.
She shoved her weight down harder, each compression lifting Nina’s bare shoulders off the ground before letting them drop. Her own breath came ragged, hot in the cool air. She knew she was fading — her arms starting to tremble with every press — but the alternative was letting the motion stop.
The alley felt smaller than ever. The wall pressed at her back, the opposite wall at her knees, and Nina’s limp body filled every inch between.
Jade was still pressing when the distant wail began.
Part II — Arrival
The sound was faint at first, threading under the hum of the city, but it grew fast. Tires screeched somewhere close. Boots hit asphalt, hard.
Light cut into the alley — white and surgical — spilling over Jade’s hunched frame. A voice barked, sharp and certain: “Step back, we’ve got her.”
She didn’t. Not right away. Her hands stayed on Nina’s chest, pumping. The same voice came again, closer: “We’ll take over. Now.”
Gloved hands eased her back, firm but not rough. Jade stumbled to the side, her arms still twitching from the motion, fingers curled into half-fists.
Two paramedics dropped in, one at the head, one at the chest. The airway was opened with practiced hands; a mask sealed over Nina’s face and the bag was squeezed, forcing her chest to rise. A monitor snapped to life beside them, green tracing a jagged but faint line before flattening into something worse.
“V-fib,” one of them said, already slapping defib pads against her bare skin. The machine’s rising whine filled the space. “Charging to 200.”
Jade stood against the wall, her own breath loud in her ears. Sweat cooled on her skin. She watched as the shock lifted Nina’s body from the ground, the limbs twitching once before falling still.
“Resume compressions,” the lead ordered. The other paramedic moved in, hands laced, elbows locked, driving into the same place Jade’s had been. The sound was the same — dull, rhythmic, bone against bone — but it wasn’t hers anymore.
Another shock. Another round. Meds were pushed through an IV, a needle sliding into a vein without hesitation. The monitor kept up its flat argument.
Jade’s hoodie stuck damp to her back as she watched the cycle repeat: push, breathe, shock, push.
They didn’t look up at her. Didn’t say if it was working.
She realized, distantly, that she was still clenching her fists.
Chapter 7
The ambulance doors slammed shut, sealing Jade outside in the sodium-orange streetlight. She stood there a second too long, until the engine roared and the siren cut in, bleeding into the night.
She followed in a taxi, though she barely remembered giving the driver an address. Her palms still smelled faintly of Nina’s skin and sweat, overlaid with the metallic tang of blood from a split knuckle she didn’t notice until now.
By the time she reached the hospital, they’d already taken Nina through the sliding doors. The hallway smelled like antiseptic and overheated plastic. Jade walked fast, almost jogging, until she hit the line of yellow tape across the trauma bay entrance.
Through the glass, it was all fluorescent white and movement. Gloves snapped. Monitors beeped a flat monotone. Nina was on the table, shirt gone completely now, chest exposed to the harsh light.
A doctor pressed into her sternum with both hands, the force rocking her whole body with each push. Another adjusted the tube in her mouth, the ventilator bag squeezing at a steady rhythm.
“Still no pulse,” someone said.
“Give another milligram,” another replied. A syringe slid into the IV port. The monitor didn’t change.
They shocked her again. The body arched, heels lifting off the table before she fell flat. Jade noticed a bruise forming along one side of her ribs, deep and purple, where the compressions had landed hardest.
The motions repeated: push, breathe, check. The space was filled with the soft thump of compressions, the hiss of the bag, the clipped orders between staff. No one looked up. No one slowed down.
After another round, the doctor’s hands stayed still. He glanced at the monitor, then at the wall clock. “Time of death, zero-two-thirty-eight.”
The ventilator stopped. The monitor’s tone settled into a single, unbroken note.
Gloves came off. Drapes were pulled. The team stepped back, quiet now, their work complete.
From where Jade stood, the whole room seemed to shrink. Nina’s body was still in the middle, pale under the light, hair damp and tangled, mouth slightly open around the tube.
A nurse reached over, shut the eyelids gently, and pulled a sheet up to her collarbone.
Jade didn’t move until someone spoke her name. She stepped back, the glass between them feeling thicker than before, and the doors slid shut.
The sound cut away. Only the white light stayed.
If you post ACTUAL CPR/resuscitation scenes including REAL victims who are most likely ACTUALLY DEAD and 1000% unable to consent to being filmed, let alone be consumed for your own sexual desires… no questions just blocking. It’s not educational either. Don’t even try.
CHILDREN CANNOT CONSENT TO BE SEXUALIZED.
REAL VICTIMS WHO ARE ACTUALLY DEAD (A REAL LIFE REQUIREMENT FOR RESUSCITATION) CANNOT CONSENT TO BE SEXUALIZED.
Y’all are actually breaking my soul.
Super disappointed with what’s been going on and being posted on here.
Wanna see my babe on cardiac arrest? I'll press harder her little chest.
Files from the vault of resus videos and about the rest that I have! Trust me more to come thank you for your suggestions!
Ya'll know the drill! Don't want to miss these last few I have; Thank you again for the suggestions and rps!
Petite Mort
F/M - Fem!Reader - 18+
He beat you to it. You had planned to make the most of your somnophilic agreement and surprise him. You wanted to take hold of his lovely cock, stroke him to semi-consciousness then ride and steth him as he woke up. You were going to slide onto his stiffness and bounce over his hips, diaphragm pressed to his tricuspid where you could hear him the clearest. You wanted to hear how quickly and loudly his heart would respond, to listen to it try and match your pace. He and his pump would stir awake together to find themselves wrapped in pleasure, the center of attention, and you wouldn’t stop until you had him racing and you greeted the day together with a detonation of rapture.
But you overestimated your ability to rise early. More than that, you had underestimated his hunger for you. Feeling you next to him in the bed, knowing you were pumping so close by, he had barely slept for wanting you. You were brought out of your dreams by a warm trail of kisses down your neck and the cool glide of his steth nestling between your breasts as you slept on your side. Though you were hazy, just barely conscious, a smile tugged at your lips knowing he was delighting in the low, somnolent throb of your heart.