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Figured I’d redo my commission sheet a little, and include the option to commission a fic. I’m willing to draw or write pretty much anything that doesn’t involve real people or minors! Furries, minor gore, size difference- there’s not much I’ll turn down.
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Fem reader x self insert || has mentions of sexual acts on a person that cannot consent, CPR
I wrote this VERY lazily sorry folks had to get something out!!
need my useless weakened thump pumped back to life as you abuse my body. The feeling of my cold, limp shaft under you as you grind with each compression into my thin frame. My chest would bow with each methodical deep compression, ribs flaring as air huffs uselessly out of my lungs. Stale air traveling out, hoff! hoff! hoff!
I’m not a very large man at all, so this adds to the difficulty of resuscitation. I am a thin rock guitarist, whose heart is used to high adrenaline and an array of things that can keep a heart racing for hours at a time. My fingertips calloused as you snake a hand down to my wrist, digging deeply for some stray of life that you can’t find.
My heart needs more.
Your slick, wet pussy trails up and down my shaft with slow motions as your palms dig back in.
There’s no time to waste.
My shoulders roll in as the deep compressions start once more, demanding my heart to beat. My stomach shifts with each thrust, arms shaking to either side of me. My lips are blue tinged under my thick beard, and in that moment, you forget- I need air!
Compressions are stopped as your body falls over mine, now chest to chest as you plug my nose to deliver your air to me. My cheeks slowly inflate as air travels down my throat, expanding it slowly before it reaches my lungs, forcing my chest up against yours. Your body grinds against mine as it does so, your ample chest forcing the air out of my body as your slick entrance grinds further against my shaft. You’re wet, and you know that your urge is controlling you as you moan out with pleasure. My body is nothing more to you now then something to play with, as you deliver another breath, hands moving to get my dark blonde hair out of my face.
You begin to set the pace that I come back to as you raise up, taking my shaft into you slowly before your hands find their place once more. Air escapes my lungs in a big hOFF! as my heart is plummeted under the piston of your compressions. You’re not even counting at this point, and as you circulate my blood, the flow going to my cock begins to stiffen it.
Your chest bounces between your straightened elbows as you preform deep compressions to my stalled, useless pump. My shaft throbs into you as you use my body, your hips slamming into mine as you fuck my frame. My head has lolled uselessly to the side now as my chest is caved.
And as you go, your moans get louder. The closer you get to your orgasm, the harder and faster your compressions get against my weak thump. Not wanting to waste even a minute of time with rescue breaths, you slam your hips into me as your small hands drive in, sloshing my blood through my thin frame. And as you do so, my heart begins to pick up a pathetic pace that starts to allow me to experience CPR induced consciousness. Your eyes dart to mine as they began to flutter open, having no air at all as my heart is commanded and shaft is pounded is quite the sensory experience. The entire bed is shaking with the efforts, and as you see my awareness, you double down your efforts. There’s no telling what kind of depth is being missed due to the cushion. But this means my troubled organ is getting beaten even harsher.
I begin to let out airless gasps and moans as I beg for air, and realize that you’re not going to oblige. My mouth is dry, and tongue feeling numb as you pound into me. My shaft is rock hard in you as you pleasure yourself with me. I want to beg for air, scream, but this is the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. Though I can’t find the energy to move.
The gasping seems to turn you on more, one hand staying, compressing my heart directly over- now your palm on the left side of my sternum, crushing down, as your other hand opens my mouth and presses down my dry tongue. I want air so badly, my vision swims in tunnels, knowing that if you stops your pace… I’m done.
But I need air.
You continue to thump into my heart as your fingers explore my mouth, compressions stopping as your hot lips slam into me, delivering what I needed. But as you do, I begin to fade instantly, your thrusts and desperate humps slowing since my cock is loosing stiffness. My chest rises several times, your fingers pinching my nose before hands are back on my chest, rubbing it harshly, enough to make my head fall over again. Your hands come back against me, and start slamming again.
And once again… I am awake.
The crushing pain knocks the wind out of me, if only I could replace it. And as you continue to pump for me, your climax begins to near. The thrusts on my chest become deeper, the whole bed bouncing- and your slick pussy slams into my hips desperately until you begin to grind, nails gripping into my chest as compressions become sloppy.
My mouth is open, gasping for air that will not come as you begin to roll your hips and moan, my cock being used for your desperate pleasure as you slam down deeply and slow into my exhausted pump, forcing blood to slam through my body. Your hips bottom me out as you begin to orgasm, your hands crushing my chest- but not letting up as you ripple through, the orgasm shredding through your body in waves.
Though I do not reach mine, as my cock begins to soften, you come back down, kissing my cold lips as consciousness entirely fades. You blow a few breaths of air, a pity even, as you hate to see such a strong fighter die that brought you so much pleasure.
I want to feel the weight of your hands as you fight the fluid drowning me from the inside. I want to hear the sickening, wet crackle of my own lungs as you shove your fingers into my mouth, clearing the spit and the bile just so you can force your hot breath past the gurgle. I want to be so weak that the mere act of you suctioning the life back into me makes me gag, my body fluttering on the edge of unconsciousness while you hold my limp head steady. Let me hear the soppy, desperate sound of my own breath through your stethoscope, a rhythmic, drowning mess that only you can fix… please
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I just want to be at the mercy of somebody that wants to use my body. Force my weak pump to slosh blood uselessly in my chambers as you pump my cock with it. Tire out on my strong chest and bring out something that will really teach me a lesson. A LUCAS, the plunger set in the center of my chest. The way my chest would cave in with each thrust of the plunger, air huffing softly from my expired lungs. Use my cold mouth to rut into as your hands brace down on the LUCAS, making it plunge deeper into my chest. Command my heart to beat even if it’s tired. Finish into my mouth and leave my beard dripping with your heat before you decide if my heart should be shocked back into the right pace or if you should make the auto compressor go even deeper and harder into my tired heart
”Hold compressions… anything?”
“No, not getting a femoral.” “No carotid.” “No radial pulse.”
“Blood pressure’s at 0.”
”Come on, honey, squeeze my hand. Give us a sign you’re still in there.”
”AED pads are prepped, no shockable rhythm from the looks of it.”
”Poor thing… his skin is cold…”
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Aleric huffed as he rolled up the sleeves of his tunic. It was in vain to try and keep them dry as he scrubbed the contents of the wash bin. It was a task he thought frankly beneath him. Sure, he didn’t exactly finish his exercises that day, but to be tasked with dishing duty? A far overreaction in his opinion.
This wasn’t at all what he expected. Aleric spent months pleading and begging the old wizard to take him under his wing. Magnus was a legend before he retired. While he had been adamant at first that his spell-fighting days were behind him the elf had managed to wear him down.
And all to wind up scrubbing vials.
He pulled his hands from the water. With a flick of his wrists, he shook the droplets off. Turning on his heel, Aleric stomped to the training grounds.
The wizard wanted him to do his exercises? He’d do the damned exercises. Better than being the dish boy.
With sharp movements, he summoned the hum of magic in his veins. Aleric moved through the steps to the best of his memory.
The first few bolts of lighting at the scattered targets were precise and quick. Enough so that even that maybe it could have wiped that disapproving frown off his mentor’s face.
He lingered on the thought, letting his movements become sloppy. The focus required to keep control of the spell in his hands was lost entirely as the door to the hall opened.
The elf spun on his heels to face the noise on instinct, flinging the gathered energy forward in a smooth swing of his arm.
And watched in horror as it knocked the man in the doorway back off of his feet. The body fell back to the floor, twitching and writhing.
His eyes went wide and for a moment he simply stood frozen. He was moving before he even realized it. Sliding on his knees to the prone form of his mentor. The seizing had ceased by the time he reached his side. He grunted as he rolled the man onto his back.
He was greeted with a sight that made him shudder. Magnus’s eyes closed, jaw slack with a bit of drool, and face lacking the pinch of his brow he became so accustomed to.
His hands were trembling as he dipped down, pressing an ear to Magnus’s chest. He waited, listening for the flutter of a heartbeat and breath in the man’s lungs. But it was eerily quiet.
Eyes wide he fumbled with the clasps of Edwin’s robes. Yanking them open, he pulled open the neckline until it dipped wide enough to show a sliver of bare skin. He couldn’t stop the wince in sympathy at the raised and red skin from the impact of the spell. Pushing the thought aside, he bowed so his ear was pressed into his chest once more. He prayed to any god listening to that without the cloth barrier, he would hear when the faintest of sounds.
There was nothing.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it-“
His hands fluttered over the man’s chest for a moment before hesitantly settling on top of one another in the center of his chest. Aleric swallowed before he pressed down hard once. He startled at the huff that escaped the man’s lips. The apprentice didn’t dare move, staring at his face as he watched for any sign of life.
There was nothing, the man entirely still as his jaw hung slack and head tilted to the side.
Swallowing he hunched his shoulders as he thrusts the heels of his hands down into his breastbone once more. He cringed at the way he felt Magnus’s ribs flex and bend beneath the apprentice’s weight. Aleric had never done it before. Had no idea if he was doing it correctly. Better wrong than nothing though.
He shifted their positions, swinging a leg over Magnus’s waist to press down more comfortably. His eyes were glued to the man’s face. Aleric drank in every detail to try and calm the panic flutter in his chest; the silver-toned curls stuck to his forehead, the bluish hue to his hips, the salt and pepper stubble on his jaw. The way the soft fabric of his robes shifted with each sway of his body and slipped off his shoulders. Anything for his mind to latch on to as a distraction from the unnatural feeling of compressing the man’s heart between his ribs.
Aleric’s arms began to ache and his shoulders felt tight. He pauses compressions, using the break to address the man’s lack of breath. Trembling fingers pinched his nose as he brought their lips together. It felt entirely unnatural, with his lips so still beneath his own. He watched as the man’s cheeks puffed out slightly before his bare chest slowly rose from the corner of his eye. The apprentice pulled away, letting the borrowed air escape.
Once the man’s chest collapsed back down, he dipped to force another breath down his throat. He breathed out for a moment longer the second time, waiting until he felt resistance to pull away. He felt the pressure release back against his lips in the soft huff that escaped his mentor's lips.
He couldn’t linger for too long though as his hands moved back to start another cycle of compressions.
As the minutes passed, he felt himself growing more desperate. Back and forth between breaths and compressions but with nothing but a growing bruise on the fallen wizard’s chest to show for it. A gnawing feeling twisted in his stomach. As he glanced at the raised web of red flesh across his chest he suddenly got an idea. A stupid one perhaps, but it was all he had.
He grabbed the man’s robes, stripping them off further until his upper half was bare. Shifting his knees so that he didn’t make contact with the body below him he focused on summing a crackle of lighting in his fingertips.
With a sharp exhale, he thrust his palms down into the man’s chest.
Aleric yanked his hands back immediately with wide eyes as the body beneath him arched and then thumped back flat into the floor. His hair stood on end with the energy humming in the room. There were red marks left behind where his hands had been and his palms tingled.
He held his fingers for the side of Magnus’s throat. For a moment he clung to the hope that it was the dull numbness of his fingers that was to blame for his inability to find a pulse. It was a hope quickly dismissed when he pressed harder to still find nothing.
“Gods be damned, you stubborn old-“
The apprentice lifted his hands as he forced energy back into his palms. There was a delicate balance between enough power to do the job and the amount that would certainly do more damage. If he hadn’t done too much already.
He pushed the thought away, whispering a near-silent apology as he thrusts his hands down once more.
Aleric didn’t pull his hands away during the second shock. He pressed his weight down into the arching body beneath him. Felt the way the muscle beneath his burning palms twitched.
When he thought he felt a flutter, his eyes went wide. When fingers moved back to his throat though, he was greeted with the beautiful confirmation of a pulse. Weak as it was, it was there.
His knuckles rubbed into the man’s sternum, “Gods above. Alright, there we go. Just- just relax.”
He wasn’t even sure if the wizard could hear him. His own words were a comfort to himself if nothing else.
Magnus’s chest heaved feebly as his lungs attempted to choke down a breath. His apprentice eased the burden as he leaned down to offer another steady breath.
He didn’t stop until the man’s lips shifted against his own, applying a slight amount of pressure. Then they suddenly left as his hands shakily clutched the front of his tunic.
When he made eye contact, he was still as he let the moment linger. It was broken as Aleric sat the man up with a huff. There would be time to unpack that later, “Come on old man. Let’s get you to a healer.”
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Liric had narrowly survived the trap she'd encountered from Quinn. If the Twoleg hadn't of saved her, she wouldn't of. Quinn had ran after her, trying to accuse her of stealing resources and supplies from the Brabblefern territory, where she had just been looking for her large cane toad familiar, Hieff. But now, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, was back on her own. She'd stayed low- making sure to keep herself as small as she could once she got back home.
And oh, how her dear father was relieved. Though the bruising lasted for several days around her chest from being resuscitated- Liric wasted no time in her recovery. And she was soon back to doing what she loved, and had even found that Hieff had made his way home. She was very thankful for that.
The days came by slowly, mostly spending time crafting around her gentle home, making decorations out of sticks and acorn husks. But she'd ran out of pigment. Determined, and set to get more, the small fairy left her home with her gathering basket and began to search her land for any kind of brightly colored flower.
And after picking a few- that's when she heard it.
The distant sounds of strangling- or choking. She couldn't tell what it was, but realized by the trees that she was close to Brabblefern territory. A shiver ran down her back, her small dragon-like wings slowly letting her land, her pointed tail swishing nervously as she listened more carefully.
She could hear it now clear as day. That was choking.
Fearful of it being a member of her tribe, she called out.
"Out there! Are you okay?" She questioned loudly as she looked around- and heard the familiar sound of wings flapping towards her. With one look, she saw Quinn's figure. The swirls within her skin, the way her dreads jingled slightly due to the decorations in them- it was her alright. There was no doubt about it. Liric tried to hold back her fear, but all of that changed when the fairy came crashing down beside her, stumbling. She could see the red hues to her normally pale grey skin, and dropped her small basket of flowers as she rushed over cautiously.
"O-Oh my! Quinn, please- let me help, I'll help you!" She cried out, not knowing where this sudden compassion was coming from- part of her deep down wanted to let Quinn choke, for them to always be safe- but Quinn was already using one of her hands to try and beat over her chest to try and dislodge the object. There was no time for those kinds of thoughts!
Liric quickly moved behind Quinn's heaving frame, pulling her hands behind the other woman, never quite noticing how tone she was- before moving a fist right above her navel, the other one overlapping it as she thrust inwards, earning a small 'hyrk!' as a response.
"Oh, come on! Try to cough it's okay!" She tried to assure- and once again, pulled back hard enough to make Quinn stumble on her feet as she clawed at her throat helplessly.
Again, pulling in with all of her stregnth- she thrust again, but this time felt a bit of resistance as her wings twitched.
She was falling unconscious.
"Oh… crap!" Liric cried as she moved her hands up quickly to catch Quinn, moving her onto her back, allowing her own webbed wings to spread out against the cool ground- but Liric didn't want to waste any time. She quickly straddled Quinn's hips, their bare bodies shifting like puzzle pieces into each other momentarily before she moved her interlocked hands down- thrusting against her stomach, upwards.
"One!… Two… Three--.. Come on! Come on breathe!" She begged Quinn, noticing the glaze of her eyes as her features became more distant. Liric moved quickly to shove her head down against the larger chest of Quinn, hearing the desperate 'lub-dub! lub-dub!' of her overworked heart trying to stay beating without oxygen.
She'd never noticed just how beautiful Quinn was before- but didn't let the thought linger far before raising back up, interlocking her hands again above her navel before thrusting harshly into her ribcage. Again, and again- as Quinn's head lolled over to the side, mouth agape but nothing escaping. Five quick thrusts and she was climbing up nervously, opening up Quinn's mouth and peering on inside.
She could almost see it… One hand moved to rub against Quinn's throat, and met a satisfying 'glurk!' as it suddenly lost it's suction in her throat, gasping with happiness as she quickly thrust two fingers into her near cold mouth and hooked her fingers on the obstruction, maneuvering it out with minimal effort. It was a half-chewed piece of some kind of edible plant.
"O-Oh okay! Okay breathe!" Liric commanded as she moved to rub and pat Quinn's cheeks, but the coldness seeping into her skin made Liric confused as she backed up, quickly moving to press her ear against the fairy's chest.
Nothing…
"Oh no!" She cried out in realization before moving to the side of her frame, interlocking her hands over the fairy's chest, squaring right in between her nipples before thrusting down. The amount of resistance almost made her sick to her stomach as she realized just how much force was needed to get proper depth- but she squared away her shoulders again, taking a deep breath in before thrusting down again.
'huh! huh! huhhuhhuhuhuh-'
Began Quinn's frame as Liric set her pace for compressions, her ribs flaring with each methodical thump into her failed heart.
"fourteen- fifteen!" Liric cut it short, moving down to pinch Quinn's nose and slam her lips up against the once-enemies. Part of her wondered if they would even be enemies past this point… But she didn't let that stop her, as she slowly pushed in air- the amount rushing in to fill Quinn's slack cheeks, traveling down her throat and expanding it before making it into her lungs, allowing her chest to fully rise before pulling back- and again.
Before her hands were met right in the center again.
"One, two, three, four, five!" She began to call out as she willed the heart to respond to her touch- but after a few rounds, and the exhaustion that was setting in- Liric was becoming desperate. She moved over Quinn's hips to start delivering deeper compressions that rocked her entire frame with each thrust- before, in desperation, Liric held her fists tightly before slamming down into Quinn's chest with a precordial thump.
Quinn's entire frame shifted before she suddenly gasped, wings fluttering under her uncomfortably- her eyes shooting open to see Liric. It wasn't but a few seconds before Quinn was shifting from under her- and suddenly flying off, though a bit uncoordinated, she escaped fast without even as much as a thank you.
Liric, though tired, was glad that Quinn had survived.
I hope that you liked it! This one was a bit rushed but, I just wanted to write something today!
