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heartbeatsinwonderland · 1 year

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“Your Heart Is Pounding”

A/N: I am sorry in advance for this. Summary: An after shower stething.

You’re warm, it’s late evening and you’ve just had a shower.

You lie yourself down on the sofa, breathing slowly as you accumulate to room temperature, which is how your girlfriend finds you.

Greeting you with a warm smile as she enters the room, she joins you there, slowly straddling your hips to climb on before lowering herself down to lie against you.

Pillowing her head against your chest, you rest your hand in her hair whilst her own wander, slipping under your hoodie. Your heartbeat picking up as she starts to trace light circles into the bare skin.

She draws patterns into your side and considering the fact that you have become aware of your own heart pushing out beats and can feel it almost pressing into her fingers, there’s no doubt in your mind that she can most definitely feel it and hear it pumping against her ear.

“Your heart is pounding.” She remarks and you are lost for words. Your mind going blank as she trails her fingers across your side again.

The accelerated thuds of your heartbeat replace any words you could’ve chosen to respond with if your thought process hadn’t have been interrupted.

“Don’t move.” Her voice is gentle, but commanding all the same as she presses a kiss to the pulse point at your neck.

You doubt you could move if you tried and whine pitifully at the absence of her body pressed tightly against yours when she moves, but you know that she’ll be back once she’s got what she needs.

In no time at all, but still too long for both of your likings, your girlfriend returns with a purse in hand.

Smirking playfully at you, she straddles your hips again to get back on the sofa and rests the purse against your stomach, but this time, she doesn’t lie down against you. Instead, she leans down, pressing soft kisses against your forehead as her fingers work to unzip the purse and reveal the stethoscope, which she hangs around her neck, fingers moving to your clothed chest; pinching the zip of your soft hoodie.

Firstly, your girlfriend looks to you for consent.

“Can I take a listen, love?”

You nod slowly yet eagerly at the same time.

“Yes please.”

She chuckles softly and puts her lips to your forehead once again.

“Thank you, honey.” She whispers in your ear, before sitting up.

Pinching the zip between her fingers, she pulls it down in a slow, exaggerated motion. Maintaining eye contact with you the whole time as your chest is exposed.

Parting the fabric with her hands, you suck in a breath as her fingers make contact with your skin.

The anticipation pools deep in your lower abdomen as she reaches for the stethoscope and puts the earpieces in.

Taking the chest piece in hand she raises it to her lips and blows on it slowly to warm it up whilst watching you breathe.

Your bare chest rises and falls beneath her, rising up to meet the cool circular surface of the diaphragm.

With your skin still warm from the shower, the cool disc feels pleasant and encourages your pump to gain a little more speed.

Especially when your girlfriend’s hand returns to your side, teasing your skin with her nails.

You can feel your temperature rise and a lovely sensation form in your chest cavity as your heart pounds quickly against the instrument.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…

Controlled and careful, your girlfriend moves the chest piece around slowly, listening to each beat that your excited heart produces, whilst she trails her fingers across your side to hear your internal reactions that fill you both with joy and wonder.

There’s a distinct ache that starts between your legs. One that grows and pulsates as she runs her nails over your side, making patterns against your skin whilst guiding the stethoscope gently into different areas of your chest.

Your back arches and a small moan escapes your lips as she drags her nails slowly down the exposed skin of your stomach, desire pooling between your legs whilst your heart continues to pound against the diaphragm.

Breathing in deeply, a content sound slips through your lips and she places the chest piece to the slope of your breast, beaming at the loud thud she hears where she has placed the stethoscope.

After a few minutes, she removes the earpieces but when she keeps them around her neck, you know that she is only pressing pause for a moment.

Stroking your face whilst staring lovingly at you, she leans down and kisses the space between your breasts.

“Beautiful.” Your girlfriend whispers before laying down beside you, stroking a hand across your stomach as you yawn quietly.

Closing your eyes, it’s only a moment before you feel the diaphragm return to your skin and she continues to listen.

Listening to your peaceful, sleepy beats.

A/N: Please be kind, this is my first piece. I can’t believe I unleashed this.

#k's cardiophile fiction ❤️‍🔥#cardiophile #stething #cardiophile story #wlw cardiophile #cardiophilia

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iambic-stan · 1 month

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last book read + last stethoscope used, part 25

My MDF starry night procardial titanium scope is here with Zaina Arafat's novel You Exist Too Much. What a title. But about the MDF--he had the honor of accompanying me on a short road trip last week to be used by someone other than the same two people who use him all the time. Happy for him, even happier for me! Ecstatic, actually!

The book has mixed reviews on Goodreads but I really enjoyed it. It's a semi-autobiographical story of a Palestinian American woman who flits from relationship to relationship, desperately searching for the sense of belonging that eludes her and her family--especially her parents, who grew up under military occupation and were cruelly thrown out of their home. Her mother is emotionally-manipulative and despite multiple attempts at honest conversation on the matter, is unlikely to accept her daughter's bisexuality. This is the narrator's story of learning to be kinder to herself as she makes (many of the same) harmful mistakes, and to be forgiving of those around her. I think readers wanted a neat ending full of epiphanies and a resolution to the protagonist's struggles and self-defeating behavior, but that's a tall order. A timely read and an important perspective, considering what is happening to the Palestinians right now.

Free Palestine.

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #stethoscopes #zaina arafat #Free Palestine #auscultation #lgbtq+#lgbtqia #queer fiction #lgbtqia+#bisexual rep #last book last stethoscope #lbls #Palestine #Muslim women

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mapleheartbeat · 9 months

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A Little Sun

From a woman’s perspective, enjoy!

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I know he’s watching and I love it.

I’m lying on my stomach, the straps of my bikini undone.

My skin a golden brown from the sun. I know exactly what he wants to do to me, but we’ve never spoken.

I’ve been modest and reserved up until now. Today is going to be different. From his window overlooking my backyard, I don’t think he can see what’s in my ears and he certainly can’t see the head of my stethoscope on my chest, pressed down as I lie on it.

My heart is already pounding so hard. Thinking about his hands all over me, especially on my chest. Any self control I had is completely gone. Any modesty I’ve had up to this point is now nonexistent.

Knowing only he can see me, I turn over onto my back, revealing my chest. My heart rate steadily increasing, I just lay there for a moment listening. Knowing his eyes are focused on me, I start touching myself exactly how I would want him to. Showing him exactly how.

My heart is moving the stethoscope so much now, I know I am not going to last long. My hands caress my body, putting on a show. I don’t rush the movements and I enjoy the sensation and my still quickening heart.

By the time my hands reach my heat, I am already too soaked to bother taking my bottoms off. As much as I would love to feel like this longer and continue to perform, I desperately want to cum now while he watches.

Feeling like this pressure has been building inside of me for so long, I help myself release it. Just as quick as I started, the waves rush over me and all I can hear is my heartbeat thudding so hard and fast in my ears.

I am so lost in all this I forget where I am for a moment. When the moment ends, I turn over again and continue to tan, not even glancing his way.

#cardiorotica #cardiophile #cardiophilia #cardio fiction #female heartbeat #heartbeat #heartbeat kink #heart #self stething #stethoscope

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demonheartsworld · 6 months

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Hearts of the Stars: A Sci-Fi Romance Pt.5

As she held her shoulder, there were so many questions in Liora’s mind. Who were these people? They are attuned to the Force and yet we have almost no knowledge that this planet is inhabited. It’s no surprise that they reacted to me thus, since we are the ones who appear to be trespassing on their territory. She winced a little at the pain, but she could sense that the bleeding was beginning to stop. She was not aware of how the poison was affecting her, but her heart had unknowingly begun to react physiologically to the foreign substance.

Still crouched in the dark cave, Liora kept herself a good distance away from his plasma staff, observing his stance. At this point, she also glanced curiously at the stranger’s face, illuminated with the light emanating from his eye. His eyes were.... not fully human, and the one that was blue seemed to be scanning her. I wonder what happened to him, he has scars that suggest an injury... Liora felt rather exposed under his gaze, and stared back whilst raising her eyebrows.

Her eyes shifted as he took out the oval instrument and blew on it. The music was oddly calming, and she was filled with curiosity about this race. So they use music as a method of communication. He has not spoken a word and I do wonder if their main methods of communication are mind to mind. Maybe that’s why I could sense them so strongly... Liora tilted her head as the notes stopped, surmising that it was a signal to summon more of his brethren.

She delved into the force once more, connecting her mind with Master Valin. Master, I have made contact with the inhabitants of this planet. Preliminary communication suggests that they are an advanced race, wary of us and prone to defending themselves by attack. I would urge extreme caution to the others.

Before she could send more information about her location to Master Valin, several female monks arrived as if by command and Liora looked cautiously at them. As two of them approached her, she held her right hand up. “Wait- I have thus far not drawn my weapon as a gesture of good faith. Before you come any closer, I would ask the same of you - show me that you are not carrying any weapons.”

She was surprised when he spoke and assured her she would not be harmed further. His voice sounded stern and commanding. He must be ranked highly to be so respected by the others. Yet, he spoke her language well, albeit with a foreign accent. “I am glad to hear that I won’t be killed immediately. My name is Liora. And what is yours?”

As the monks guided her towards the stranger, she spotted another small group of veiled monks standing guard, and she noticed that the caves were becoming more well lit. Ah, it must almost be daybreak. From what little I can see of his maroon robes, I cannot guess what discipline he is from. I would dearly love to ask all sorts of curious questions, but perhaps at a later time when enough trust has been built between our people.

#cardiophilia #jedi #heartbeat #monk #cardiophile #scifi #science fiction #sci fi and fantasy #starwars #star wars #the force #heart #roleplay #rp #fanfiction #fanfic

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heart-2-get · 3 months

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About Me

Welcome to my blog!

18+ / MINORS DNI

I'm Luna, 23, queer, demigirl, healthcare worker.

I'm into light cardiophilia, medfet, gyno, d/s, dd/lg, cnc, enemas, breeding, impregnation, breath play, virgin, anal, restraint, voyeurism, sounding, tentacles, oviposition, depth play, lactation, belly bulge, fisting, somno, mild intoxication (weed, mild sedatives/anxiolytics), knotting, omo (holding only, no wetting), humiliation, praise, and sensory deprivation

I don't share pictures of myself so don't ask and I don't want to see pictures of you without preamble, either. I don't share my heartbeat unless I choose to, either, so don't ask. If I want to listen to your heartbeat, I'll ask. I don't role play or engage in virtual exams unless I feel like it and I don't do so with complete strangers that I've never talked to before. Just because I'm a kink blog doesn't mean I'm here to fulfill your fantasies or be treated like an object. I'm lots of fun and love to chat but I don't put up with rude or gross behavior. Show a little respect and we'll get along just fine. ♥

Click through the read more for my preferences and feel free to send an ask or DM if you have questions or want to say hello!

XoXo

credit goes to @torture-steth-repeat for this template

Cardiophilia Basics

1. My heart being listened to: yes

2. Listening to others' hearts: sometimes

3. Fast heartbeats: sometimes

4. Slow heartbeats: yes

5. Naturally irregular heartbeats: yes

6. Deliberately irregular heartbeats: hard no

7. Heart via stethoscope: yes

8. Heart via EKG: yes

9. Heart via doppler: yes

10. Heart via ultrasound: yes

11. Carotid (throat) pulse: yes

12. Femoral (groin) pulse: yes

13. Radial (wrist) pulse: yes

Dark Cardiophilia

1. Shocking a healthy heart: hard no

2. Pressure/crushing a healthy heart: hard no

3. Drowning + heart monitoring: only in fiction

4. Suffocation + heart monitoring: only in fiction

5. Choking + heart monitoring: only in fiction

6. Drugs used to affect the heart: hard no

7. Knifeplay + heart monitoring: hard no

8. Needle or injection into the heart: hard no

9. Gunplay (shooting the heart)*: hard no

10. Being dominated (in a cardiophilia way): yes

11. Dominating someone else (in a cardiophilia way): sometimes

12. Consensual non-consent (CNC) play: yes

13. Heart rips*: hard no

14. Fucked into cardiac arrest*: hard no

15. Heart being fucked*: hard no

16. Heart being licked or bitten*: hard no

17. Heart being eaten*: hard no

18. Hands squeezing the heart directly*: hard no

19. 'Unhappy endings' (RIP) for dark cardiophilia*: hard no

Medfet/Resus

1. Blood pressure readings: yes

2. Medical equipment: yes

3. Medical exam roleplay: yes

4. Resuscitation via CPR*: hard no

5. Resuscitation via defibrillator*: hard no

6. Resuscitation via AED*: hard no

7. Cardiac arrest*: hard no

8. Respiratory arrest*: hard no

9. Sex and resus combined: hard no

10. 'Unhappy endings' (RIP) for resus*: hard no

11. Anesthesia*: hard no

12. Breathing masks: hard no

Graphic

1. Open heart surgery footage: hard no

2. Real animal hearts: hard no

3. Real human hearts outside the body: hard no

4. Real human hearts in autopsies: hard no

Adjacent Kinks

1. Gyno medical exams: yes

2. Pregnancy/breeding: yes

3. Belly sounds: no

4. Cardiophilia + furry: no

5. Vampires*: sometimes

6. Necrophliia*: hard no

#cardiophilia #heartbeats #heartbeat lover #medfet

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heartofdea · 6 months

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What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Clara is a child, I know her exact age is never specified in canon, but any sane person can clearly see that she's far too young for that sort of art to be made of her (I and many others would argue that she can't be much older than 12).

That isn't to mention that Svarog is her adoptive father, even if she was of age there would be an inherent power imbalance that would make them interacting in that way absolutely fucking disgusting and abusive (and you completely ignored how they interact in the actual game in order to make your edgy kink content. Svarog would NEVER hurt her like that, he cares about her well being more than anything and to see someone twist two characters I have such a strong emotional attachment to into something so completely fucking disgusting makes my blood boil (and I say that as someone that normally likes dark cardiophilia)).

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Well, first and foremost, hello there. owo)/

Secondly, let's make one thing perfectly clear: this is pure fiction, folks. Clara? She's as real as unicorns and leprechauns. So, no need to confuse reality with fantasy.

As for me, as long as no real-life humans are getting hurt, drawing up some fictional characters is A-okay in my book.

And remember, no one's twisting your arm to enjoy my content. If it's not your cup of tea, you can always hit that handy block button though.

Well, that's all there is to it. I've got better things to do than getting into a heated debate over a fictional character. Have a fantastic day, and don't forget you always have the option to hit that block button. 🙏

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foxxfuxkerr · 4 months

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I'm here cause, tbh I've seen SO many necros and similar paras that yknow what. I wanna come into the out now.

Anyways, I'm a kitsune. Don't refer to me as human, I will not respond. Dating a zombie, a concubus, and an enstars introject. Yes, I'm poly as well, I'm silly.

I'm an autozoo, and before you all get your pitchforks, do some research! Promise that it'll do you some good 🫶 cardiophilia is another one I'll probably be into a lot here.

In reality, though, there's a lot more paras, but this is for my "unnerving" ones because I really just kinda said to my zomboy "I bet tumblr would be the one site nobody would give a fuck what I posted on it" so I made this account

Pro dark fiction as well, obviously. Block don't report, if you do send hate, know that I'll love you forever because it gives me entertainment.

Obviously don't fucking interact if you're a minor. You're disgusting. Stop forcing yourselves into adult spaces

Anyways, usual yada yada, this is all fantasy, don't enact anything stated on this blog, etc etc

#pro para #pro paraphile #pro paraphilia #proship #pro dark fiction #tw necrophillia #necrophilism #minors dni #minors do not interact #not safe for minors #18+ only #actually necro #erotophonophilia #cannibal kink

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materiaheartt · 1 year

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Quick question, how are you a cardiophile if you're asexual?

It IS a kink/fetish, and... I'm confused... ^^;

It's a tough one for sure!

Essentially, Aces do not have the sexual attraction to others but can still have sexual desire or enjoy aspects of kink.

For me, Cardiophilia is a comfort/stress reliever. It's a fascination that runs very deep, that's what the kink is for me. Sex isn't a part of it, focus is purely on the heart and the person (usually fictional).

hope that explains it ^^

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featherghoul · 9 months

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You good?

Lee!Terzo x Ler!Omega

Warnings/Disclaimers: Comfort angst, strong language, parental issues, empty threats of murder, slight cardiophilia, and Google Translate Italian because I've been too lazy to keep up with Duolingo.

Word count: 1,563

//Author's notes

Holy shit, my first fic on this blog. No idea how well it's gonna do, but fuck it, let's gooooo! A quick thing I want to mention that I think is mandatory: any work of fiction I create centered in this fandom will never be about the people behind these masks, but about the characters they portray. With that being said, I hope this fic is enjoyed by at least one person. Another thing I wanna mention is that I do not proofread for whatever fucking reason—probably laziness— so there's probably mistakes here. Be patient with me. ;;

With a huff and a grumble, swearing and cursing in his native Italian under his breath, Terzo entered Omega's dorm unannounced and flopped belly first onto the ghoul's bed right next to him, who was practicing on his guitar, strumming whatever popped into his head. Omega's pointed ears perked up upon hearing Papa Emeritus the Third enter, though they quickly pinned back when he saw the mortal's disheveled state. "You good?" The ghoul asked as he paused and looked over his shoulder to face his human partner, who gave no response to him, lying limp on the bed, breathing deeply. "Terzo, is everything okay?" He asked again, a bit more insistently as he rubbed Terzo's shoulder.

"Just fucking peachy." Terzo grouched, his voice muffled due to his face being buried into the mattress.

"You don't seem fine." The demon replied as he stood for a moment to put away his guitar, putting it back on its stand so he could give his Papa his full attention. "What's got you heated?"

"Nothing! It's fine!" Terzo grumbled again, his tone more annoyed than the last response.

"Come on, talk to me, babe." He scooted close to the Anti-Pope, rubbing his back, "What's the matter?"

"...Fucking—" Terzo let out a long, loud groan as he flipped over onto his back, removing his mitre to comb a black leather gloved hand through his hair, "I'm so sick of the way I'm fucking treated by Nihil and Sister!"

Omega sighed as he pulled Terzo's head into his lap, running his black claws through his mate's dark hair that had subtle streaks of silver which showed his age, listening to Terzo get his ranting out, his pointed tail twitching as it hung over the edge of the bed.

"They both treat me like I'm some fucking incapable toddler!— Like I have no fucking clue on what I'm doing!" His mismatched eyes glared up at the ceiling as he spoke, his brows furrowed, "For once, I just want them to tell me where I am and where I should go instead of telling me what I'm doing is wrong! I want him for once to tell me I'm doing at least something right!" His eyes began to become a bit glossy. He sighed again, "Omega, you and the others know how hard I try to push this band and The Message forward in the right direction. You know how hard I try to stay on The Path, but it's so fucking difficult when the messages they want me to put out doesn't match what I feel needs to be said… It's so difficult when my best will never be good enough for The Ministry…" He started to choke up a bit.

Omega softly shushed him, caressing the smaller male's cheek with his knuckles. "They're fucking douches."

"Especially my fucking deadbeat of a father." Terzo let out a shaky sigh as he reached his hand up to clasp Omega's, kissing the ghoul's palm.

"He can fuck off. He and Sister both can fuck off. I think you're doing fucking incredible, and fuck them all if they can't see that. You've been doing your best, and it's gonna pay off. Like that Grammy, huh?" He smiled softly at Terzo, but frowned again when the only response given to him was a slight shrug.

"...I want to see them all fucking hang," Terzo growled after a moment, "I want to fucking strangle them…" He balled his hands into fists, though they soon released as Omega gently clasped them in his, kissing the mortal's knuckles. Terzo exhaled once more, "I'm fucking sick of this shit…" He closed his eyes, pulling away one of his hands to rub at his temple.

"Hey, I know exactly what will make you feel better." Omega grinned, his wolf-like fangs showing.

"What?" Terzo mumbled. When he got no reply, he looked up at his partner, noticing the look he was given. "...Oh, fuck you!" Terzo jolted up, glaring at Omega, "No! Fuck that!"

"Come on!" Omega snickered, "You can't deny that it helps!" His tail swayed behind him.

"What about my dignity!?"

"What dignity? You lost it when you started dating me!" The demon laughed softly as he scooted close to Terzo again.

"It's embarrassing!" Terzo argued still, backing away until he was almost falling off the bed.

"So? It's just us. No one else needs to know what we do here." Omega reasoned, his tail thumping a bit against the bed. Terzo was silent for a second or two as he glared at Omega before sighing, his face sweltering beneath his papal face paint. He crawled back over to the large demon, laying across his lap.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you when this is over..." Terzo grumbled.

"No, you won't." Omega snickered as he ruffled Terzo's hair, which made the small mortal huff and attempt to blindly fix his hair. "Ready?" He cracked his knuckles, the sound making Terzo tense. Before the Third Papa could say anything, Omega immediately began gently wiggling his claws into Terzo's sides, making the smaller man jolt and gasp, frantic giggles soon following. "Pfft— W–Wait!! I—Hahah— wasn't ready!!" Terzo brought his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to muffle his laughter and mask his smile.

"Well, if I didn't start now, you would never be ready!" Omega reasoned, pausing to attempt to grab Terzo's wrists. "And don't do that! I wanna see that pretty smile!" He huffed as Terzo tried to fight back, the Anti-Pope slapping at the ghoul's hands.

"F–Fuck you!!" Terzo snickered, letting out a panicked gasp as his wrists were caught and pinned down above him, unable to pull them away. He sank as he gazed fearfully at his partner with smiling eyes, giggling nervously. "...A–Abbi pietà!" His voice cracked, making Omega chuckle.

"Hmmm… No, I don't think I will." The ghoul grinned deviously as he walked the claws of his free hand up and down Terzo's ribs and side. At first, Terzo tried his hardest to hold in his reactions, his face scrunching as he did the best he could to keep himself from cracking, but that did no good as he broke less than four seconds later, Omega grinning triumphantly as Terzo crumbled.

"There's that pretty sound." The ghoul murmured as the room quickly filled with Terzo's laughter, though it was clear he was still trying to hold back.

"Asshole!!" Terzo barked out through his laughter while he tried to hide his face in the pit of his elbow, not wanting to give his ghoul the satisfaction of seeing him break.

"Oh, don't be like that! You enjoy this!" Omega began to scratch lightly at the mortal's stomach, slipping his large hand beneath Terzo's papal robes to get as close as he could to bare skin. "F–Fuck off!!" Terzo swore again at Omega as his laughter increased in volume, now kicking his legs out as an attempt at coping with how badly it tickled. "No! You need this!" Omega scratched above Terzo's belly button to tease the poor mortal, which had the desired effect of making Terzo more frantic and try to suck in his stomach. "You're obviously stressed the fuck out and that needs to be fixed."

Terzo shook his head as he laughed, snickering as he kept trying to hold back. "It's— Snrk!— It's torture!"

"No, it's not. You're being dramatic. Think of this as a sort of intense massage!" The demon suggested as he scratched just right above one of Terzo's hips, making the human shriek. "N–NO!! NO, NO PLEASE!! NOT THERE!! OMEGA!!!" Terzo began to buck, much to the ghoul's amusement.

"Yes there!" Omega teased in a singsong-y tone, "This is the grand finale! It'll be over soon, babe." Omega's touch grew lighter and slower as he remained at that spot above the mortal's hip. This only made Terzo more hysterical, black tears now running down his cheeks from how hard he had been laughing.

"O–OMEGA, PLEASE!" Terzo squeaked, "I'M DYING!!"

"You seem very alive to me." Omega chuckled as he shook his head at his mate's dramatics, his claw slowly picking up speed and pressure before both of his hands at once attacked Terzo's hip bones, the smaller of the two now screaming with high-pitched and flamboyant laughter, thrashing about in Omega's lap and nearly falling if it wasn't for his boyfriend catching him. Terzo could no longer speak at Omega now, only being able to mouth pleas and curses at the other. Though, after what felt like an eternity, but was really about fifteen seconds, Omega let up, ceasing his attacks to allow the other to breathe and calm back down as he held him, bringing Terzo's head to his chest as he rubbed and patted his back. He chuckled alongside Terzo's leftover giggling, squeezing the other tightly and protectively.

"You good?" Omega smiled softly at Terzo, who nodded and tilted his head up to face him, his makeup smudged and his face stretched with a wide smile. "...Y–Yeah… Huff… I'm fine… Puff…" Terzo responded as he still gasped for breath. Omega gently massaged Terzo's scalp as the small mortal pressed his ear to Omega's chest, listening to the ghoul's heartbeat to help him calm down.

"... I'll get your ass later for this…" Terzo groaned, still embarrassed, which earned him a chuckle from the large demon.

"I'd like to see you try."

#🕯️🕯️🕯️⸸Fics⸸🕯️🕯️🕯️#not a christian band

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iambic-stan · 4 months

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last book read + last stethoscope used, part 22

First book and scope pairing of 2024!

The scope is MDF's Procardial Titanium in green and gold (there's a glitter option for the green but I opted out to save some $ and enjoy a smoother finish on that tubing). The book is John Scalzi's short sci-fi read from last year, Starter Villain. Yes--go ahead and judge a book by its cover...unless you don't like cats, in which case you can keep opinions like that to yourself. These cats can type 80 wpm, btw. Also, there are unionizing dolphins and...underwhelming lava pits. I'd never read anything by this guy before but it was giving Douglas Adams at times and I loved it for that. Nothing deep here, but just enough twists and turns and laughs to make it fun as hell. It was a great read to start out the year.

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #stethoscopes #books #reading #sci-fi #science fiction #cats #humor #john scalzi #mdf instruments #last book last stethoscope #lbls

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mapleheartbeat · 1 year

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Denny - Part One

(Been a while. I’ve still been around, just not super motivated to post. Enjoy!)

*alarm rings*

Denny slowly gets out of his bed, for a moment unaware of the day, but aware he needs to get out of bed.

His routine is the same today, but something is different. Still groggy and focused on getting out of his apartment he doesn’t notice yet.

He heads downstairs and across the street to the coffee shop. They know him by name there, but he never says a word other than his simple order. Unapologetically shy, Denny just smiles and waits.

He takes his coffee and muffin from the barista and sits down in his usual spot.

Out of the corner of his eye he notices the barista acting a little strange. He can’t help but notice her looking away and one of her hands placed right on her chest. He doesn’t look for long though. The thought of getting caught staring scares Denny way too much. He rushes finishing his breakfast and leaves. Before he does, he can’t help but glance once more at the barista, who now has both hands pressed to her chest and looks somewhat confused.

As much as he wanted to ask her about it and finally have a conversation, he shuffled out the door headed for the bus stop. He had to wait a little longer than usual for the bus since he abruptly left the coffee shop. His mind wandered as he looked around the city aimlessly. The bus arrived and Denny and the other passengers started to get on. The woman in front of him fumbles with her things as she gets out her pass, as she does she drops her purse.

Denny reaches down to pick it up for the woman, but as he does she does as well and he grazes her hand as they both go for the purse. “Sorry” Denny almost whispers as the woman just smiles and walks to her seat. Denny sits as far as he can away from the woman in the back of the bus. Around the second last stop before he needs to get out, the woman gets a phone call.

Denny tries not to listen, but suddenly he can’t help it, the woman speaks up into the phone “Something weird is happening to me….my heart is beating really fast out of nowhere…yes I’ll have to go get that checked out later, this has never happened to me before.”

Denny almost blushes with embarrassment. He had never heard a woman talk about her heart like that so openly. He would never be able to do that himself and certainly not in public like this. A little red in the face still, he exits the bus and continues down the street to the office.

Denny goes up the elevator and reaches his cubicle, sits down and gets right to work. He likes his job because people generally keep to themselves and they know to let him get to his work. Well, everyone except Katherine. She went to high school with Denny and started at this job around the same time. They had a friendly, but understated relationship. She would always stop in to say hi before lunch to try to coax a little conversation out of Denny. Usually Denny obliged, but didn’t say too much, although he didn’t have to with how much Katherine was able to carry the conversation.

Denny and Katherine talked for a few minutes, then she got up to go, “talk soon!” Katherine said as she touched Denny’s shoulder on her way out.

Minutes went by and suddenly Denny got an email from Katherine.

Hey Denny,

Can you come into my office for a second as soon as you can?

Thanks,

Kat

It was time to take his lunch anyway so Denny didn’t mind. When he got into her office, Katherine was lying down on her back on the floor. Before he could say anything Katherine calmly said, “Can you close the door please?” Denny did quietly and then turned back to Katherine. “You need to hear this,” Katherine said slowly. “Hear what?” Denny said, confused. “My heart Denny, it’s pounding like I just ran a mile.” A little embarrassed, Denny slowly went over to Katherine and got closer to her on the floor. He hesitated for a moment, not really knowing what to do. Katherine looked over and saw this and reacted by helping him, grabbing his head and bringing it right to her chest.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Her heart really was pounding. Lost in this moment to Denny was this was the first time he had listened to someone’s heart in person. Her heart sounded steady despite how hard it was working now, he could even hear it start to get even faster. So fast that Katherine almost started to pant, which concerned Denny. He lifted his head and muttered, “are you ok?” Katherine didn’t say anything and just grabbed Denny’s head again and put it right back where it was on her chest. Her heart was someone pounding even harder and faster now.

TO BE CONTINUED

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ao3feed-undertale1 · 27 days

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Telltale Romance

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54937585 by DJToastBunny In which I use fictional characters to parrot my own kinks. Killer's soul floats infront of him. It makes sense that it would make a sound. And Cross just can't quite ignore it, or the things the man it belongs to does to him. Fluff and gay panic, Cross is easily flustered and Killer is shameless. Title is an Edgar Allen Poe reference. It felt fitting. Words: 1864, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale) Additional Tags: Killer Sans (Undertale) - Freeform, Xtale Sans | Cross (Undertale), cross is new to NM's gang, Gay Panic, Cardiophilia, Don't Like Don't Read, Bad Sanses | Nightmare's Gang (Undertale), Fluff, Souls, Headcanon, sfw read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54937585

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demonheartsworld · 1 year

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Hearts of the Stars: A Sci-Fi Romance Pt.3

As she stepped out of their ship, she glanced around and blinked as her pupils constricted to adjust to the brightness after being in the dark interior of the ship for hours. The dry, arid weather was only pierced by occasional gusts of wind now that the storm seemed to have temporarily subsided. Liora took a sip of water as she stood with the others, getting a first look at their surroundings.

The landscape was rugged and mountainous, although there were no visible buildings. I’m guessing that whatever dwellings were built would need to be well-protected from the ferocious weather, perhaps this area is not as deserted as it seems. Liora was glad that she’d picked to wear her training outfit underneath a soft Jedi robe, allowing her to move quickly but silently.

Holding a hand up to shade her eyes from the sun, she thought she’d sensed a flicker, a shimmering of the force. She couldn’t quite explain it, but she was highly attuned to detecting other Force awakened beings. Hmm, I sense a strong presence in the Force. Whoever it is, his or her power is great. The more important question would be - are they friend or foe?

Bending down to tie the strings on her boots, she contemplated her next moves. Master Valin-* Nary a word was spoken but a glance from him told her that he’d heard her words in his mind. I can sense a presence in the Force. Allow me to scout the area, I promise to report back soon.

At his nod, Liora closed her eyes and tried to locate the presence before setting off. It was not an easy path, but the Jedi traversed challenging terrain gracefully with her training. At first glance, her left hand appeared ordinary. Kenneth has truly outdone himself with this latest version.

Its superhuman strength allowed her to pull herself up steep cliffs, which she was rather thankful for. Liora lost count of the hours she’d spent climbing, but paused all of a sudden as the presence disappeared from the Force. I’m sure that I’m already nearby.

They must be concealing themselves...

Liora closed her eyes and tried to sense the presence once more, wrapping herself in the invisible force and utilizing its energy to emit her benign intentions. I mean you no harm. Still, the being did not reveal themselves and Liora decided to shelter for the night concealed in a tiny cave that she had stumbled upon. Was I mistaken in sensing a presence here? Perhaps it is distrustful of my intentions. It’s too late to turn back at this hour, I can only set up my defenses and hope to survive till the morning.

Rolling a huge boulder to cover the entrance to tiny cave, she silently slung her backpack off and took out a rough sewn blanket, laying it on the ground. Liora lay there in silent meditation, exploring the Force once more. Her augmented hand provided a source of heat, and the dark did not bother her.

Riktor wanted to be as stealthy as possible, sensing a rather strong force as he carefully identified them through the thermal vision of his mechanical eye. "Both of these beings have strong force auras... This will certainly prove to be interesting... I shall strike at nightfall when most vulnerable" His eye could pick up an anomaly coming from her arm as the temperature readings were uneven A robotic prosthetic?

It could only explain why the readings are not the same as the rest of her body Riktor made sure the outlander wouldn't leave his sight, suddenly hearing her force energy travelling to him. Without giving it a response in return he continued to follow her at a greater distance behind while tracking her movements via the thermal scan of his mechanical eye.

Riktor knew the territory by heart and travelled across the mountains with ease after countless hours of grueling training without breaking a sweat, his regulated breathing and slow heart rate making him even harder to detect by other foreign species. Watching as the foreigner would soon take shelter in one of their caves, he would stay behind and wait before finding his way into the cave that would interconnect with the others.

He would make his way swiftly through the caves without making a sound before finding himself just a few feet away from the outlander, instead of reaching for his plasma staff he would prove himself in honour of the elder's passing with a Crysknife a blade made by the tooth of a dead sandworm. It was a curved and double-edged like a kindjal, 20 centimeters long, milky white in color and iridescent, and had a black handle with deep finger ridges separated from the blade by a slim round ring instead of a shearing-guard.

The crysknife was sacred, and they maintained much tradition around it. If it was drawn, it could not be resheathed until it had drawn blood. Moreover, the blade was not allowed to be seen by those considered to be outsiders; otherwise they would have to die by it, or be "cleansed" in an elaborate ritual.

With a quiet breath he slowly pulled the Crysknife from it's sheath before stealthily coming towards her from behind with the knife held up steadily in the air before positioning his strike at her shoulder. Knowingly that the blow wouldn't kill her but the poison from the tip of the blade surely would...

#dune #starwars #may the 4th be with you #may the force be with you #star wars #fan fic #fan fiction #rp #roleplay #story #star trek #romancerp #jedi #monk #dark cardiophilia #dark side #writing scifi #sith

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