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Cardiophilia :3
(Xodima on main) 35m cardiosexual cardiophile. Some content will be 18+ so please be sure you are able to see mature content in your settings, thank you.
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This girl gets her heart racing super fast! Clear beats and 3-lead ecg machine readout.
Her oxygen saturation dips down into the upper 80’s and takes a bit to get back to 98.
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Part one of the comic based on the scene in Crystal's story where she faces off against a giant.
Lesson: Don't try to eat vindictive witches. At least she's lucky that Crystal seems rather amused.
Also a teaser for what happens next! All art by Xicara, story and characters by me!
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what if you had a tattoo that illuminated with every heartbeat
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Might change Omiata's first name lol
Nothing wring with "Ellie" but since I know someone by that name now I just want to have things different. I'll just change it going forward and in my current writings lol
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This is how electrical impulses travel in your heart and keep it pumping…🫀
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god I love this. What an interesting way to listen
Oh my god, your heartbeat is skipping and pumping so irregularly…
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I think I am finally comfortable with my style and direction. That has given me a lot of motivation.
2016 - slow and repetitive, bad at setup. extremely hyper-focused (although I made a lot of my fave stories then lol)
2018 - grandiose world building without the skills to keep them up lol. the era of huge goals
2021 - fixing repetitiveness by being too dry. this was the era of watching writing youtubers telling me to cut, cut, cut everything. That indeed works for run of the mill novels but not smut. (I’m going to re-fix the stories I “fixed” by cutting out the fun stuff lol)
Our year, 2023 - I experimented a lot. I grabbed some audiobooks on writing, some of them were pretty useful, I played with GPT until it got patched in may (and stopped generating “offensive” content lol), went into a few months of despair about what it could do without me…
but now I feel fine. I have been writing around novel concepts that come up in my mind, unique situations that could only come from a cardiophile lol. I have the skill level I’m happy with, and I’m not under the impression that writers and artists will be obsolete any time soon lol (it did, however, show me what I liked to read and broke me out of the cut and dry style.)
Thanks to everyone who stuck with me through all the weird phases lol 🙏😌
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more of my heart beating under my ribs hehe <3 (with the weird protruding half of my ribcage 😭)
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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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Mermaid Hunter's Lesson
The ocean’s depths concealed a multitude of secrets. Among them, a group of enchanting mermaids. Their iridescent tails shimmered in the oceanic twilight, drawing attention away from their fleshy halves.
Hiding amidst a city that looks like underwater ruins, they lived their lives in harmony for the most part. However, their tranquility was being threatened by an unexpected hunter— a researcher’s lapdog named Elina. Her lean and athletic form trained by years in the ocean, despite not being native, she was a force to be reckoned with.
On this day, the hunter was hot on the mermaids’ trail; the propellers attached to her back like wings pushing her through the aquatic labyrinth swiftly. Despite lacking fins, she was fast and agile, imposing a game of cat and mouse upon the inhabitants of the sea with her dart gun.
However, the chase had taken a toll on the mermaids, who tried as hard as they could to defend themselves by pretending to not exist. Among the mermaids was Seraphina, a mermaid with long, flowing, purple hair. The most daring of them all, a protector of her people.
Her emerald eyes reflected a plan, honing in on the two clasps holding the helmet in place. She moved with the stealth and grace of a marine predator as she approached the hunter from behind. With a swift motion, Seraphina reached out and sliced at the straps of the clasps with her clawed fingernails, then tore the helmet from the woman’s head.
A gush of tiny bubbles erupted around them as the woman gasped in surprise. Her world was muted, the hum of her suit’s engine and her own steady breathing replaced by the solemn, haunting quiet of the deep ocean around her head. Panic blossomed on her face while her blonde hair spread out in the water, her eyes widened as the realization set in. She attempted to ascend, to break free from the depths and gulp down the sweet, saving air from above.
But the mermaids rushed to her. One of them, a lithe creature with a tail as purple as twilight, shot forward and held the woman’s arms behind her in an embrace as intimate as it was malicious. The hunter struggled, her desperate thrashes echoing silent turmoil into the sea. The mermaid’s strong arms bound her.
Another mermaid swam forward, her dark eyes meeting the woman’s.
Her slender fingers reached toward the zipper of Elina's swimming suit, it yielded to her pull. The fabric parted, revealing the bare skin underneath.
The contour of the hunter's ribs, the curve of her breasts, the subtle play of muscles under the skin. The hunter's chest was heaving, a futile attempt to draw breath from a source that no longer existed.
The mermaid reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of her captive's body. Her face was expressionless, her eyes absorbing every detail, every nuance. It was as if the creature could see Elina's lungs clinging desperately to the precious air that remained trapped within, huddling to the warmth of her pounding heart.
The mermaid's arms wrapped around the hunter, pressing their bodies together. Elina could feel the strong beat of the mermaid’s heart against her chest as a dark plan expressed itself in her eyes. She could see a terrifying, meticulous thought brewing but she was helpless to do anything other than find out in its unfolding.
And then, the final act of their underwater ballet commenced. The mermaid leaned in closer, her mouth covering the woman’s with an unsettling tenderness, tongue slipping between her clenched teeth. A gasp, a struggle, but it was futile. The mermaid’s gills billowed, and she began to pull, to drain the very life-giving air from Elina’s lungs.
It was a violation unlike anything she had ever experienced, a theft of the very essence of life itself. The mermaid’s eyes remained open, watching her face as it contorted in desperation and agony. There was no malice in her gaze, only an intense study and a dark satisfaction. The hunter’s lungs contracted, the vacuum increasing with each passing moment, a relentless force that seemed to reach into her very soul.
Those gentle arms squeezed around her chest, tens of the creatures gathered around to watch her slow and deliberate torment. It was as if the mermaid was tasting her fear, savoring her suffering, getting back at her for every moment she spent in the ocean. A vast emptiness that spread through her body, consuming her from the inside.
Elina felt her body give in, her futile struggles becoming slow and heavy as a flurry of bubbles stolen from her lungs passed through the creature's gills and drifted toward the surface. Her vision blurred, her thoughts scattered, her very existence narrowing down to the sensation of the mermaid’s mouth on hers, her helpless little heart’s frantic march towards oblivion into the arms of an unforgiving creature, and in the presence of many more.
The hunter’s world dimmed to blackness for a moment...
Then the feeling of those cruel, uncaring lips returned. As if the punishment had continued in the afterlife... they felt more vivid. The pressure on her chest felt rhythmic and forceful, then gentle, as if a head was placed upon her chest... then it all disappeared.
A sudden return to consciousness was violent, filled with confusion and disorientation. Elina’s lungs spasmed, a relentless cough forcing water from her system as she heaved on the shore. Her mind was a tumultuous whirlpool, unable to grasp the reality of her survival.
The water around her legs receded with each wave. Her eyes, clouded with pain and disbelief, sought to make sense of her surroundings. The feeling of sand under her hands and the salty sting of the sea breeze seemed surreal.
A movement in the sand caught her eye, a shadow darting towards the ocean. But it was gone before she could focus, leaving her only with the haunting sound of retreating waves. An uncanny chill crawled up her spine, a realization that something inexplicable had occurred, something far beyond her comprehension.
She staggered to her feet, her body aching and her mind foggy. Something felt different, a sharp stinging of her abdomen. Glancing down, she gasped at the sight of her belly. There, etched in raw, reddened flesh, were words that sent a jolt of terror through her very soul: “Stay out.”
The meaning was clear, a warning. A message from the depths, from the creatures she had sought to hunt.
As Elina staggered away from the beach, her mind replayed the horrifying experience, the faces of the mermaids etched into her nightmares.
She heeded the warning. The ocean, once a realm of fascination and conquest, had become a forbidden territory.
#cardiophilia#cardiophile story#villain in peril#damsel in distress#off-screen resus#mermaids#drowning torment
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Porn writing tip: Don't cum in the morning
Do it at night and give your libido a chance to recover 😂
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