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athletearrhythmia · 3 months
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Found a new piece of cardio equipment to play on, high incline treadmill. Screwed around with the settings and found the holy grail, exercise that stresses my heart before my legs quit. I was having a blast listening to my heart explode in me when it started getting crazy irregular. No other symptoms so I just pushed on and on, I loved it. I can't wait to do this again and again.
First file gets irregular at 4:10 ish
Same workout, different round of settings. Gets especially irregular around 1 min and around 3 mins
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angelhearthb · 6 months
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He may be wearing a fierce face, but his heart is telling a different story.♥️
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ecgekg · 2 months
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visible heartbeat
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stabmyheart2 · 5 months
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My heart
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pulsedoppler · 5 months
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Post-Workout Thoughts...
Love pressing my hand here after a workout and feeling my heart punching forcefully against my whole palm... anyone else want a turn? (heart audio added in post)
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malecardiolove · 6 months
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Tom's first echocardiogram
A few days have passed since Tom Holland's heart attack, he has taken a break from filming his film.
Dr. Luke asks him to bare his chest, exposing the young actor's well-formed pecs. Luke can't believe it, the beauty of that boy's body, and how he has gone through a moment like this. First he listens to his heart, he stands behind him and with the stethoscope listens to Tom's heartbeat, irregular but beautiful. Then he asks him to lie down on the stretcher, but before that he asks him to take off his shoes. To the doctor's surprise, Tom is not wearing socks, so he reveals big, white, and quite clean feet. He wiggles his toes, smiles at Luke. They like each other.
Luke explains that an echocardiogram will allow him to see his heart muscle in real time. The idea fascinates Tom, who begins to suffer palpitations, and he also finds the Doctor handsome, who begins by inspecting from the center of the chest. Tom sees the screen from his place, he cannot believe what he sees, that great little machine that It pumps weakly, but it turns out that there is no damage to its vital organ. "You have a big heart." Luke smiles at Tom.
"All good?"
"Sure, but I would like a longer session"
"My heart is ready for you whenever you want" Tom winks at her.
They both now look at the screen, a projection of the four chambers of Tom's heart delighting them.
After, Dr. Luke ask about the day of the Heart attack.
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djag2007 · 6 months
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Happy Self-Steth Saturday! 🩺
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I wish there was a female’s chest that I could steth. I would place my Littmann stethoscope on pulmonary or aortic valve and listen to her breathing and heartbeat at the same time. 🩺
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heartdestroyers27 · 6 months
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onouwu · 9 months
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The Incubus and the Archer (M/M)
Keijo woke up in the bed of an unfamiliar room. He was surprised to be alive, but that surprise turned into terror as his mind contemplated why he would be spared by a soul-stealing demon.
He felt something gentle between his legs. His gaze trailed down across his bare body bound to the bed, finding the demonic looking white-haired incubus who outmaneuvered him. Skin a deep blue like the night sky, two small horns keeping his hair out of his eyes, slender form betraying his strength. He sat trailing fingers between Keijo’s toned legs, those emerald eyes taking in his bare well-shaped lower half, a semi-hard cock throbbing under gentle ministrations with every beat of his quickening heart. Aryn, the svelte demonic man, brimmed with delight as he watched it pulse to life.
“Keijo, is it?” Aryn let out.
“How did you know my name?!” the archer replied.
“Why wouldn't I know the name of my pets?” Aryn asked.
Though terror filled his mind, the archer couldn’t find it in his to even shift. As if some horrible primal urge wanted him to feel Aryn’s touch so badly, he could taste it.
“What have you done to me?” the archer asked.
“Mmmh, just gave you a little of what's to come.” Aryn said with a playful laugh.
Aryn’s fingers trailed up the archer’s chiseled stomach and chest. His touch, as delicate as a feather, gave the archer chills as it tingled throughout his frame. 
“Are you going to kill me again?” the archer asked with a hint of worry in his eyes.
“Maybe... but I’ll make it feel good too,” Aryn responded.
Despite the ominous warning, and his hammering heart reminding him of what happened before... He needed... at least a little more. There was nothing he could do anyway, so he might as well enjoy what he can, he thought.
Aryn lowered his head to Keijo’s now throbbing erection and kissed away the anticipation pooling at its tip. The archer’s legs tensed, and his toes curled. His breathing turned to shallow gasps as just how much he welcomed those lips. Aryn’s tongue spilled from his mouth and caressed its glistening head, pulling it into his mouth long enough to leave it wet with his saliva when he moves on.
“Nngh!”
Keijo grunted as his cock’s head popped from Aryn’s mouth like a lollipop. The tension in his overstimulated body was already overwhelming. He could already see Aryn stiff with arousal, the pink of his cock head standing out against the monotone of his body. Aryn approached, holding a potion bottle in his hands. He brought the bottle to Keijo's lips, whispering a soft incantation as he tipped the liquid into the archer's mouth. Keijo swallowed, his throat working against the bitter taste, desperate for relief.
"What was that?" Keijo said.
"Foxglove... and a little aphrodisiac" Aryn said.
The effects were swift and potent. Keijo's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing through his body like the thunderous beat of war drums.
"Why?!" Keijo asked.
"What's life without a little tension?" Aryn responded.
Aryn's touch drew out quivers of sensual ecstasy. Each point of contact sent a jolt of energy through Keijo, his heart racing to keep up with the onslaught. Aryn reveled in the heightened response, counting down the seconds as the liquid danger coursed through the archer's veins.
Aryn’s eyes lowered to focus on the smooth pale balls nestled beneath Keijo's throbbing cock. tender and sensitive, an irresistible invitation for the incubus who wanted to get Keijo's heart pounding the deadly chemical through his body.
His tongue spilled from his lips, a slow, languid lick that drew a sharp gasp from Keijo. The bound man writhed against his restraints, strong arms flexing in protest, veins bulging across his biceps, yet the ministrations only got more intense. Aryn's lips pursed, and he sucked one of the delicate orbs into his mouth.
A low moan rose in Keijo's throat, his cock twitching, begging for attention as it hung in the air, drooling onto Keijo's toned, quivering abs. Aryn's lips left him, and the incubus leaned down to take the other ball in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in a slow circle.
Aryn's teeth gently grazed the surface of Keijo's tense sack. He could hear the poor guy's breath catch, and his own heart raced faster, pounding a rhythm of excitement against his ribs. The incubus's hands caressed Keijo's hips, the tips of his fingers teasing the skin around his waistline.
As Aryn lifted his head, he could see the heart's frantic, pounding rhythm coursing through Keijo's shaft. a rapid, vivid rhythm fueled by a dangerous cocktail working its way through the man's body. Keijo's cock was a beacon of his body begging for release, a heart straining to keep up with a potent cocktail of endorphins and poison.
Aryn's lips parted, his breath a warm wash against the tip of Keijo's swollen glans. Keijo whimpered, and Aryn could almost hear the desperate words held back in his throat, a plea for help that could only encourage him. Keijo writhed and begged in silence, his eyes pleading, his heart and mind too overwhelmed to do anything but offer himself to Aryn's desires in knowing defeat and desperation for release.
However, Aryn was just beginning to tease him. The incubus's black lips pressed over the toned, bound body before his in a cruel act of denial. His tongue spilling to greet every inch of trembling, sweat-dampened flesh.
The archer's heart now strained against the deadly cocktail pumping through him. His chest quaked as it slammed violently into his sternum, his cock throbbing in the air like the silent beeping of an EKG on the verge of flatline. Every fiber of his being was consumed with the desire to release, and with it, the fear of what would happen if he did.
"You want to cum, don't you?..." Aryn said, his breath hot against Keijo's pale, tense, abdomen, studying his strong and helpless form.
Aryn raised his rear, poised like a panther ready to pounce. His fingers traced a feathery path up Keijo's legs, causing the muscles to twitch in response. His mouth painted a wet trail of warmth up Keijo's body toward his heaving chest.
His lips pressed between the archer’s tense pecs, pressing a lingering kiss over his heart like a mark of death.
With a seductive grin, Aryn pressed his palms over Keijo's heart, fingers splayed out across his chest, then descended on Keijo's sex. Keijo's tip pressed at his entrance, a shiver of anticipation coursing through them both at the contact. For a moment, they remained that way, balanced on the edge of shared ecstasy.
Then, with a slow, deliberate push, Aryn lowered himself further, taking in Keijo's head with a soft, inaudible pop that made the archer's heart flutter beneath him before continuing its dangerous dance. Keijo huffed and arched his body, pulling at his restraints, but nothing could stop or hasten what was about to come except the merciless incubus. Aryn paused, his breath hitching as he adjusted to the feeling of Keijo inside his body.
Aryn pushed further, enveloping more of his victim. His own cock danced to the mischievous delight. Each descent made the quaking beacon of desperation disappear into him, stretching him, filling his lithe, deceptively supple form in the most divine way.
Keijo's chest rose and fell rapidly beneath Aryn's hands, his skin slick with sweat. The pale canvas of his body was marred by the flush of exertion and blue veins bulging against the surface. A fierce frontline warrior, little more than a toy for a cruel incubus to play with.  Aryn could feel the archer's heart pumping in vivid contractions, then faltering, the beats becoming erratic, a wild symphony on the verge of its final note. The pitiless incubus, encouraged by the unsustainable trainwreck, drove the man further into oblivion.
A tidal wave of pleasure overcame the overstimulated archer. Aryn could feel the tension building within his once formidable frame, a coiling stress that echoed through the archer's entire body and into his own. The incubus mashed his hips into Keijo, shifting the tender and sensitive flesh trapped within his body, Keijo's hips bucking in kind, desperate for the peak of bliss.
As if on command, Keijo's body tightened and convulsed beneath him in pathetic surrender, and Aryn felt the first pulse of release. His belly filled with rushes of gooey warmth from the tense, writhing captive.
Aryn let out a pleased moan. It's then, during the orgasmic shudders, that the man's poor straining heart seized violently beneath his palms, caving to a cruel and unrelenting master. Aryn clenched around Keijo, getting off after taking everything from him, his body greedily milking the archer's seed while spraying his own across the man’s belly and chest. Each powerful clench expends Keijo's precious energy in service of Aryn's pleasure. His life and soul were forfeit, a concern it was too late to have. Aryn closed his eyes and huffed out in low bliss, taking it all.
As Keijo's deadly orgasm subsided, the tension that had gripped his body was gone, leaving behind a strange sensation of tranquility within him. Aryn smiled, his dark lips brimming with satisfaction. He pulled away from the softening member, his gaze locking onto Keijo's vacant eyes.
Though accepting his fate as the light dimmed around him, he could feel a demanding push in the center of his chest, a hand caressing his still heart and squeezing an unnatural, needy rhythm. "mmmh, not letting you get away that fast" Aryn said, as if the game had just begun.
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athletearrhythmia · 1 month
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Felt a little excited before a nice lil heart play session so I put my phone over my heart. Feeling the thrust of it again my phone, and the sound of it, I swear it felt proud of itself and took off into a tachy burst, like it was "flexing". Is heart muscle worship a thing? Did I discover a new sub-fetish? Lol
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corazonloversstuff · 2 days
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José asked you if you can go to his place and have a drink, of course you agreed. He was really tired after a long day at work and decided to go for a smoke. He can feel the alcohol and nicotine rushing through his veins as the night passed. You noticed that he's becoming light-headed, his chest heaving. His enlarged heart from years of smoking and drinking is now beating really strong, you can see the pulse in his neck throbbing, his hands clenching his chest.
Suddenly, your concentration was startled by his voice, "Damn man, my heart's beating so strong right now, like it's about to explode" You were surprised by this, flustered by how he described his hard-working yet enlarged heart.
You didn't realize that you're now awkwardly staring at his chest, imagining every beat of his heart. He seems to take notice of this "curiosity" that you have and said: " here, feel it"
You placed your hand over his chest, you can feel his heart throbbing really hard and seems like it's starting to race, like a powerful earthquake.
"Really interesting huh" he said. "Smoking and alcohol definitely got my ticker goin'. Maybe you should also place your ear on my chest and listen to it"
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ecgekg · 4 months
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Another heart recording, sent racing by a swimcap to hold the breath.
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stabmyheart2 · 1 year
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For a friend
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pulsedoppler · 5 months
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The patient's heart is slow and steady...
... For now... Will you let it get away with that?
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malecardiolove · 5 months
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Tom' heart attack (part two)
In a hospital hallway, the paramedics had decided not to waste any more time, so they removed part of Tom Holland's superhero costume, baring his chest completely. CPR was performed for 15 minutes, however, the heart did not respond, its valves stopped working. However, they didn't give up, so they continued to press Tom's strong, beautiful chest. Each compression on the soft, firm pectorals was a delight for one of the rescuers, who finally managed to feel a heartbeat. A defibrillation was necessary, and after doing so, Tom's heart began to beat again, at first weakly. The rescuer dropped his ear to the young man's chest to listen to his heartbeat, as vulnerable as the heart that thanked him by beating in his ear.
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djag2007 · 4 months
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POV: You’re stething my fast heartbeat during a meet-up.
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