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A classic video about one hand compressions...

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2024 Very hot scene !

an actor having cardiac arrest, the doctor try to rescue him but failed

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Do not give up! We are working for your life!

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원더풀 월드 - Wonderful World - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpee: 권선열 (Kwon Seon Yeol) played by 차은우 (Cha Eunwoo) of ASTRO

Synopsis: Psychology professor and famous author Eun Soo Hyun's life unravels when her son falls victim to an injustice that goes unpunished by the legal system. Having lost faith in the world, she decides to take matters into her own hands, seeking retribution for her son's death. Amidst her anguish, Eun Soo Hyun unexpectedly finds purpose in getting to know Kwon Seon Yeol. The two become entangled in mysterious cases and must fight against those who have done them wrong. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Drama, Cop/Crime, Mystery, Found Family, Idol Drama, Revenge, Suspense, Chronic Condition/Illness

Watch On: DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01-1.02 : none/no appearance

1.03 : chased, cornered, fought ::: cuts on his arms and face, treating his wounds, traumatic past brought up, angry, emotional ::: emotional ::: covered in bandages, emotional

1.04 : using himself as a human shield, angry ::: in a cell at a police station, looked after

1.05 : in a car chase (on a motorcycle 😍) ::: wound reveal, concern for him ::: jumping out of a building, chased

1.06 : stressed ::: panicked, concerned for someone ::: exhausted, stressed, concern for him, looked after, (flashbacks: panicked), upset ::: emotional, crying, trying to calm himself down ::: chest pain, holding his chest, concern for him ::: pushed, kicked in the chest, fought, thrown against a wall, punched in the face and stomach, sliding down the wall, concern for him ::: holding his stomach, bruised, cut lip, concern for him, angry ::: emotional, angry outbursts, teary eyed ::: looked after

1.07 : grabbed by the collar, bruised face ::: near tears, (traumatic flashbacks: grieving, crying, angry, held, sobbing ::: beaten), crying ::: someone mentions him not eating for days ::: (traumatic flashbacks: grieving, crying, angry, held, sobbing), near tears ::: (flashbacks: emotional, near tears ::: angry, pushed to the ground ::: (emotional flashbacks)

1.08 : pushing himself too far, concern for him, nearly collapsing, helped to sit, chest pain, holding his chest, shaking, emotional ::: (flashbacks: in the hospital)

1.09 : drunk ::: grabbed by the collar, pushed up against a wall, manhandled, near tears, angry

1.10 : emotional, (flashbacks: emotional, crying) ::: emotional, panicked, chest pain, holding his chest, sweating, struggling to stand, leaning against a wall, sweating, emotional, in shock, grieving, crying, struggling to stand ::: asleep, woken up, crying ::: grieving, crying

1.11 : grieving, crying ::: (flashbacks: anxious, exhausted, sweating) ::: crying, heavily lidded eyes ::: asleep, woken up, angry, crying ::: laying in the funeral home, looked after (basically) ::: crying, grieving ::: emotional, (flashbacks: taking medication for his heart), emotional, laying in bed, (flashbacks: in surgery ::: seeing his dead mother ::: fought, treating his wound ::: looked after ::: hurt, concern for him), sleeping for days, concern for him, weak, emotional, looked after (fed) ::: emotional, crying ::: angry, crying

1.12 : (flashbacks: scared, concerned for someone, crying ::: angry, restrained, manhandled, heavy breathing ::: in a depressed state, crying ::: angry, emotional, concern for him, looked after) ::: grabbed by the collar, pushed up against a wall ::: in shock, emotional

1.13 : (flashbacks: dying in the hospital, oxygen mask, concern for him, “He can’t hold on”), in shock, emotional, crying, (flashbacks: in the hospital, asleep, nose cannula, woke up, weak, heavily lidded eyes), crying ::: crying, guilty ::: in a depressed state, crying ::: drunk, in a depressed state, grabbed by the jacket, manhandled, fought, manhandled, punched, kicked, thrown to the ground, beaten (allowing it), crying ::: bruised face, emotional ::: crying, (flashbacks: crying, angry) ::: scolded, looked after, emotional

1.14 : strangled, held over a ledge, struggling, grabbed, thrown to the ground, fought, restrained, beaten, angry, restrained, beaten, bloody mouth, laying in the ground in pain ::: using himself as a human shield ::: emotional, near tears

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“Hush little one… it’s all about your heart” (final part)

Part 1 is here Part 2 is here Part 3 is here Part 4 is here Part 5 is here Part 6 is here Part 7 is here

He quickly and efficiently applied the AED pads to her still, lifeless chest - taking just a fleeting moment to enjoy the sight of her. How ironic, he thought to himself - just a few minutes ago he was cruelly driving electricity through her wildly panicking heart to deliberately force it into fibrillation. Now he was about to use that same electricity to make it beat normally once again….

As soon as the unit was charged, he pressed the button to deliver the first shock…

The feelings of complete domination came flooding back as he pressed the button - knowing he was once again forcing an electric current through that fragile little muscle. He felt his cock stiffen as her body jerked in response, arms twitching loosely by her sides. He half-hoped it hadn’t worked, desperately craving the chance to shock her again.

His half-hope was answered - the robotic voice of the AED machine announcing that another shock was advised. He slid his fingers just inside her panties and pressed hard into the silky-soft spot where her femoral pulse should be gently throbbing. Nothing. She was indeed still in cardiac arrest, and yet another tingling stab of arousal rushed through his groin. He wondered how it would feel to fuck a girl in cardiac arrest….

The beep of the AED machine interrupted his thoughts, signalling that it was charged and ready to shock again. His fingers left her panties and found the button on the AED… “Clear…” he found himself saying, to no one in particular …..

“Analysing rhythm…” the machine declared. He was already doing his own analysing, one hand round her neck to find any sign of a pulse, the other pressed hard on her chest over her apex checking for any sign of movement beneath.

Nothing. Nothing at all. The first cracks of doubt were beginning to appear in his mind…. what if he’d gone too far? What if he’d had a misguided over-confidence in his own skills, and actually he wasn’t able to bring her back? Trying hard to push such thoughts away, his hands were locked over her sternum and rhythmically pumping well before the machine instructed him to “resume CPR…”

Tirelessly, and almost brutally, he provided heart massage until the machine was charged for another shock. Overriding the machine’s auto-settings, he adjusted it to deliver the maximum 360 jolt - knowing that the odds of survival after a third unsuccessful shock would be very small. He said a silent prayer as he pushed the button for a third time…

“Beep…. beep…. beep….” sounded the ECG to which she was still attached. Tap-tap-tap went the pulse against his fingertips pushed hard into the side of her neck….

“Bingo…” he whispered, smiling to himself contentedly as he unzipped his jeans. “I may not yet know what it’s like to fuck a girl in cardiac arrest….but I’m sure as hell going to find out what it’s like to fuck a freshly-resuscitated one….”

The end

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Running out of time…

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Prompt answer

 For @mizz-lady, who requested 2, 6, 9, and 17  

He looks at me, eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” I’m breathing hard, my hand pressed against my sternum. My heart is beating so much harder than normal, and I’m not sure what’s going on.

“Your heart is racing.” He presses his fingers against the pulse at my wrist, and then shifts up to my throat to press against my carotid artery. “Why is your heart beating so fast?”

I fall to my knees, dizzy. I feel like I’m going to pass out. “I-I don’t know. My heart feels like its beating out of my chest.”

He darts into his bedroom, bringing out a medkit. I knew he had one, given his profession, but seeing it brought me both anxiety and arousal.

“Deep breaths for me, sweetheart,” he drawls, but the grin that flickers over his lips rings hollow. “You’re okay.”

“I don’t feel okay.”

He doesn’t say a word, just takes my hand and holds it against his sternum. I can feel his heart beathing slow and steady beneath my palm, and he instructs me to breathe as he presses his hand to mine. “Breathe, it’s just a panic attack. Focus on my heartbeat and try to get yours to match mine.”

I close my eyes and gasp. “Can you feel my heart racing?”

“I can, but you’re doing okay,” he says patiently. “Just breathe for me.”

For a little while, it works. I begin to calm down, and my chest doesn’t feel quite so tight. I throw my head back, feeling like I can breathe again, until I feel the stethoscope press against my chest. “There you go, slow and steady. Your heart is already starting to even out.”

I weakly nod and lean into his arms as he wraps them around me, quietly comforting me and listening to the sound of my heart.

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You were having a slight panic attack but thankfully your boyfriend was with you to endure it. You were in bed with him, tucked under the sheets. It was foremost a comforting place for you to calm down.

Your wrist was in his loose grip, checking for your pulse. He knew how these panic attack episodes would affect you and caused your heart to palpitate. Feeling the quick pulse of your heart, he took note of your fast heartbeat.

"Hey, you're safe with me, okay? I won't let anything happen to you babe..." he reassured, giving you a warm smile.

With both of you lying in bed and facing each other, you took in his features. You noticed how he looked worried about you.

His big hand rest on the center of your chest then moved to rest right under your left breast. The strong beating of your heart managed to make his hand slightly bounce to your heart against your skin.

"Breathe in and breathe out, slowly, alright? Mhm, just like that. Goodjob honey..." he praised you for trying to stabilize your own breathing.

His hand that was previously checking for your pulse was now ruffling your hair gently, trying to distract you from your thoughts and focus more on inhaling and exhaling. He softly pat your chest in order to radiate a feeling of calmness to the rapid beating of your heart.

To your conscience, you slowly fell asleep to him patting your chest, finally feeling calm. Your breathing was even better and so as your heart, returned to it's slower rhythm as you were sleeping. Your boyfriend noticed that you already dozed off. He placed a kiss on your forehead and on a spot on your chest, where he could feel your heartbeat.

"Rest well, baby..."

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"Your heart's beating fast... follow my breathing, love,"

"Does it feel difficult to breathe? Don't worry, I got your back."

"It feels like your heart is reaching for me, my hand keeps bouncing over your heart."

"Shh, I'm here. Your heart's gonna be fine..."

"You feel a bit dizzy? Your heart's thumping fast?"

"C'mere, let me give your chest some gentle rubs to calm your heartbeat."

"Your heart sped up when I give your chest a peck, does it love me too?"

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Roomates (Part 2)

“This time, I think you should take your shirt off.”

I’m breathless with anticipation as he takes the hem of my shirt and slowly starts to slide it up my waist, his fingers trailing along my sides. I raise my arms and let him pull it over my head, laughing a little when my hair falls in my face.

He reaches out and brushes a lock of hair back from my forehead, trailing his fingertips down over my nose, my lips, and down my jawline. He slides them to the side and places his fingers flat against my carotid artery. My pulse thrums against his touch. His eyes drop to the visible pulsations at the hollow of my throat, and his eyes darken further.

“Do you want me to take my bra off, too?” I ask.

“Yes. I don’t want anything in the way when I listen to that pretty little heart of yours.”

He slides his fingers down my chest to the front clasp of my bra, and he releases it. My breasts spill out, nipples pebbled against the cool air and the anticipation. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I when I look down, I can see my left breast quivering with the force of each contraction beneath.

I wonder if he can see it, too.

Slowly, he grazes his fingers down my breast, cupping it, and he lets out a shuddering breath when my nipple hardens further, rhythmically twitching in time with my heartbeat. He slowly moves his hand over my sternum and gently pushes me back against the couch. “Lie back. I’m going to listen to your heart, now.”

He knows what those words do to me, but this time, I don’t try to contain my excitement. Instead, I close my eyes and enjoy the sound of him breathing against the stethoscope as he warms the diaphragm again and places it between my breasts, going right for the mitral valve this time.

“Deep breaths, love, as deep as you can make them.”

The pet name does as much to my heart as the over-saturation of oxygen does, sending my pulse spiraling into a frenzy. There’s so much wetness between my legs it’s drenching my lace panties, and I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the ache.

His hand rests lightly on my shoulder, grounding me. “That’s it. Keep breathing for me. Your heart is so beautiful right now, I wish you could hear it.”

I’m getting dizzy from the influx of oxygen as I continue to take long, deep breaths, the world starting to spin until I can’t feel my heart beating anymore. I know it is, though, because of the way he’s looking at me, eyes dark and glittering as he listens.

“Perfect. You’re doing so good for me, love. Now hold your breath, and don’t let it out until I tell you, all right?”

I nod, and take one last breath and hold it, tilting my chin up so he can see my visible carotid pulse. The ghost of a smile twitches over his lips, and his hand slides up to lightly rest at my throat.

He applies the barest amount of pressure, just to let me know he’s there. I grab his wrist, grounding myself to him as I watch him listen to my heart.

It reacts immediately, the deep pulsations becoming shallow and quick, speeding up with each second that passes. I can feel it now more than ever, and I imagine my heart rushing to pull blood from my depleting lungs.

Beneath my fingers, his pulse is racing, too. He shifts the hand on my throat, maintaining pressure as he palpitates my carotid pulse. “So fast…I wish we had a monitor, so I could see just how fast your heart is beating right now.” Color flushes his cheeks. “Is that something you would like?”

I nod my head, unable to speak. My lungs are starting to spasm, and I’m running out of air, but I won’t give up. Not yet.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “I can tell you want to breathe, that pretty little pump of yours is really working right now, isn’t it?”

His thumb rubs soothing circles against the pulse in my throat. Heat blooms low in my belly. I think I might be close to climaxing. My back arches slightly, nipples rock hard as my breasts heave with the urge to breathe. He presses the stethoscope firmly against my skin, fingers curling around my breast.

“You must be up to at least one sixty beats per minute by now. Do you want to breathe?”

I shake my head.

He smiles. “I love the enthusiasm, love, but I don’t want you to pass out on me. I’m not up for a resus tonight. Go ahead and breathe for me.”

I gasp, eyes watering in relief. The room spins as I greedily suck in oxygen. My heart, previously racing away shallowly, takes a heavy beat, then two, stuttering under the intake of so much oxygen and skipping several beats before recovering, thudding away heavily at half the rate as before.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, breathe for me. Again. And again. Could you feel those skips?”

I nodded, still unable to speak. I rested my hand over his, holding the stethoscope to my chest along with him.

“You’ve got a beautiful heart beat,” he says. “And I love how reactive it is. So strong. Is this the first time you’ve done this?”

“The first time with someone else,” I said, finding my voice at last. I release his hand, trailing my fingers down the taught lines of my stomach. “I’ve only stethed myself, before.”

I teasingly let my fingers dip beneath the waistband of my jeans. He immediately gets my drift, and he shifts on the couch next to me. “Really.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I just feel so comfortable with him. The truth in his eyes as he’s listening to my heart, the things he says, the reactions his body makes to the internal sounds of mine. I decide to go for broke.

“I like the sound of my heart beating, faster and faster right up to the moment I climax. I like the way it trips and stutters through my orgasm and the way it pounds hard while it tries to recover. I like listening to my heart beating softly afterwards as it settles into a normal sinus rhythm.”

He blinks, and then he smiles softly. “Your heart is picking up again, just talking about it. I know you want to show me, and I’d love to hear it.”

He leaves the stethoscopes earpieces in his ears, but he hands the diaphragm to me, pressing it into my fingers and placing my hand to my chest.

“Show me.”

Part One

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Roomates

"Your pulse is really fast." He looks up at me, a glint of concern in his eyes. His fingers shift on my wrist as if to get a better read on my radial pulse. Looking back down, his brows furrow with concentration.

I take deep breaths, trying frantically to slow my heart rate so he won't find out. Why, oh why did I agree to help him practice for his exam? It was bad enough that he's my roommate and I was doing everything I could to try to hide my massive crush on him, did he have to find out about my heartbeat kink, too?

He's going to think I'm a freak.

My attention is pulled out of spiraling by his soft huff of breath, and I realize my pulse has gotten even faster from anxiety.

"120 beats per minute," he says. "That's too fast for a resting heartrate, I'm worried about you. I think I should--"

"Oh, no, really. I'm fine," I cut him off. "I just had some coffee. It always makes me jittery in the afternoon."

He narrows his eyes at me. "We've been out of coffee since Tuesday." He starts to reach into his bag. "I think I should take a listen."

I squirm. I don't have a good reason to tell him no, and honestly...I don't want to. I want him to listen to my heart pumping, beating hard against my sternum when he presses his stethoscope against my chest. Racing faster and faster as he auscultates each point...

"C'mon, this isn't going to hurt. I promise." His voice pulls me from my racing thoughts. "I just want to make sure you're okay.”

He gives me a little smile to reassure me, and he looks so damn innocent, I almost back out right then and there. But then he’s inserting the earpieces of his Littmann III into each ear and reaching towards me with the bell held gently between two fingers…

Holy shit, we’re doing this.

Just before he reaches me, he stops for a moment, pulling the bell back to his lips and breathing on the end of it. “Don’t be nervous,” he says.

“I’m not,” I say quickly. Too quickly. Because I’m breathing a lot faster than normal and I’m trying so hard not to tremble, but I know he can see it anyway.

He just smiles again and places the stethoscope on my chest.

His smile fades as he listens, concentrating on the sound of my heart beating. I close my eyes, trying to calm myself and slow down my heart rate, but all I can think about is my aortic valve inches from his fingers, opening and closing and opening and closing in steadfast rhythm. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub.

Wordlessly, he moves to my pulmonary valve. I feel my chest steadily rise and fall beneath his hand, and I concentrate on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Thump thump. Thump thump. Slowly, I fall into an almost trance-like state, concentrating on the rush of air in my lungs and the pulsations of my heart muscle, my innermost, most intimate sounds.

He gently places a hand behind my back as he moves on to my tricuspid valve. I don’t dare open my eyes. I can tell my heart rate has slowed, but it is beating harder, stronger, as if it knows someone is listening.

“Take a deep breath for me and hold it.” His voice is a low rasp, and he has to clear his throat before he continues. “Please.”

I do as he asks, drawing oxygen deep into my lungs. The stethoscope drops to the mitral valve. My favorite. I hold my breath, imagining the blood rushing through my veins, pulsating through my arteries, visible in the hollow of my throat.

I hold my breath so long stars begin to detonate behind my eyes. I let it out all at once, feeling a thrill at my heart react to the sudden rush of oxygen after being deprived. I hear him let out a breath as well, but his is trembling.

“Good girl,” he says. “You have a strong heart.”

My eyes fly open. He’s staring at me, pupils inky black and fully dilated. His eyes drop to my lips, and then further, where my nipples have pebbled against the fabric of my shirt. My traitorous heart starts to jackhammer, and his eyes jerk back up to mine. “Does this turn you on?”

“No, I—” My jaw clamps closed as heat blooms low in my belly, so intense it’s almost painful. I think I’m going to throw up. I start to scramble back, but the hand on my back holds me in place, even as I feel the telltale wetness start to pool between my legs.

“Stop—stop. It’s okay,” he stammers. “I’m not…I just didn’t know you liked it, too.”

At first, I’m not sure what he’s trying to say. Then his gaze drops to the crotch of his jeans, tented in a massive erection. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

My heart realizes it the same time I do. He’s a cardiophile, too. In seconds, it doubles in speed, beating so hard against my chest that it’s almost painful.

He hears it, too. A small, secret smile flits across his face as he raises his watch up, counting the beats he’s hearing. “130 beats per minute. You have a very reactive heart.”

“Is that a problem?” I ask in a rare display of bravado.

He lowers the stethoscope and pulls it from his ears. He presses his palm against my chest, instead. “No. I think it’s perfect.”

The heat from his palm warms my skin, seeping down past the layers of muscle and bone and viscera, cocooning my heart in warmth. It surges through my blood, straight to my head. “Do you want to hear more?”

“I do,” he says, placing the stethoscope in his ears again. “But this time, I think you should take your shirt off.”

Part Two

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Writing Masterlist

My little cardio drabbles 💙 all 18+

Red-Handed (F/M, romantic, stething)

Good Boy (GN/M, stething, monitoring, compressions)

Hummingbird (F/M, compressions)

Let Me Hear It (F/M, romantic, stething)

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I write these little scenes as inspiration strikes. Open to requests/prompts if there’s a scenario you’d like to see. I don’t guarantee honoring all requests and will let you know if it’s something I can’t/won’t write.

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Table of Contents

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Blog Introduction

Standalone Stories

Mud - 5,100 words. Northerner Nikki may not survive her first mudding date with her Southern boyfriend. Suffocation/drowning and on-site resuscitation. Features Zoll AutoPulse.

Septic - 4,337 words. Maria succumbs to septic shock on a vacation in an isolated area. Resuscitation in a moving vehicle.

Slip and Fall - 4,518 words. Ellie and Mateo are on a hike and Ellie has an accident. Drowning and on-site resuscitation.

Water - 4,921 words. Natalie finds her wife drowned in the bath. Drowning, heart attack, two victims, on-site resuscitation.

Series: Larissa and Mitchell (Romance & Resus)

Late Night at the Office - 5,930 words. Larissa is at the office in the wee hours and has an unfortunate encounter with a piece of hard candy. Choking and on-site resuscitation. The first Larissa and Mitchell story.

Hostile Work Environment: Part One - 6,268 words. Part Two - 5,305. Someone wishes Larissa hadn't survived her choking incident. First aid, strangulation, resuscitation, light cardiophilia, explicit sex.

Not for the Faint of Heart: Part One - 3,432 words. In queue to post soon. Part Two - 4,869 words. In queue to post soon. Larissa has long term side effects from her multiple hypoxic injuries. First aid, explicit sex, seizure, drowning, status epilepticus, on-site resuscitation, respiratory arrest in an ambulance.

COMING SOON (under cut)

Corporate Abduction - Under development. The fourth Larissa & Mitchell story.

Scorched - In progress. Melanie develops heat stroke. Hyperthermia, seizure, cardiac arrest. On-site resuscitation.

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Opening commissions for cardiophilia art and also for audios of my heart! Recording the audio while doing what you ask for🥰

Let me know if you're interested!

Here's an example of my art:

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My Demon : Episode 8