My heart is absolutely throbbing right now. I can feel each beat hard thru my whole chest 🥵. This is a very enjoyable combination of weed, pressure and some breath holds 🫀

My heartbeat during a very small breath hold, it’s so excited right now I’m so heart horny 🥰

idk i just feel like he'd get off to his own heartbeat

I want so badly to see my own heart beating, wanting to watch it move. See it racing as someone touches it, feeling it struggle. I want someone to control the beat of my heart.

Dr Omiata's Depravity - Capturing an Assassin

1st chapter HERE Resuming her duties at the castle, Ellie prowled the war-torn landscape once more, her senses attuned for another captivating treasure amidst the chaos of battle. The thrill of the hunt and the anticipation of a new discovery fueled her as she navigated the battlefield with a newfound sense of purpose.

Hours of relentless fighting passed, and just when the day seemed to blend into an endless symphony of clash and carnage, her heart missed a beat. Across the battlefield, a figure caught her eye. A woman, her fiery red hair a stark contrast against the cold gray stone of the castle walls, was attempting to scale the fortress. An assassin, perhaps, intent on a covert mission.

Ellie, her instincts on high alert, dashed towards the woman, her swift feet carrying her like a shadow. Before the woman could notice her, Ellie had her locked in a powerful chokehold. Her desperation was powerful, but her delicate form could hardly leverage resistance. The woman’s chest heaved with an urgency that was both distressing and captivating. Ellie felt the woman’s body writhe in her iron grip, each muscle straining against her hold in a desperate bid for freedom. A twisted thrill filled Ellie's veins. As she grabbed the woman tightly and dropped to her knees, she took in the feeling of this vibrant life in her grasp. The woman's chest billowed against her grip. Her core felt lively yet delicate and soft contrast to the modest tone of her arms and legs. Her skin was pale as the snow, barely hiding the delicate blue streaks just beneath the surface. Her chest, lightly dusted with a smattering of freckles, began to express her body's limits. It rose and fell in an erratic rhythm, each rise a plea for air, each slowing fall a testament to her fading strength. Her swollen pink face contorted in agony as drool ran down either side of her cheeks onto Ellie's arm.

The assassin's heart pounded like a wild beast against the bars of its cage. It was a powerful, frantic rhythm that reverberated throughout the woman's torso, a raw, primal drumline that became more vivid as her lungs calmed down. Its ferocious beating echoed the woman's will to survive and called Ellie's hand to her sternum. Ellie could feel the desperation, the determination, the unyielding spirit that resided within the fragile form of the woman and nothing excited her more.

However, as the woman's strength waned and her arms and legs fell limp to her side, the heart as well, once punching away at her palm in protest, gradually settled into a slow and inconsistent beat. With one final desperate gasp, the woman's fight for survival came to a close. The woman lay still and silent, the only sounds coming from her a shallow labored breath. Ellie scooped the unconscious woman into her arms and carried her back to her home. Once they were inside, she carefully placed the redhead onto the bed, taking a moment to appreciate her new prize's radiant beauty. There was something enchanting about her, a wild, untamed fire that burned bright even in her unconscious state. Ellie straddled the unconscious woman, her own heart pounding with anticipation as she ran fingers through her hair and explored her like a prize, a trophy of this senseless war. ...

There was little to stop Ellie, who knew that to the world around her, she had nothing but an enemy, less a human than a sack of meat. Still, she was lost in her admiration. Her fingers coveted the soft curves of the redhead's delicate form while her vitals became stronger and more stable by the second. The woman's eyes fluttered open. Lost in the moment, Ellie was taken by surprise. She watched and felt every second of this recovery, but she hadn't planned for what to do. "no-no, not yet, sweetie." Ellie said softly. Her words an angel's hymn, but her intentions a cruel exercise of power. Before the woman had a chance to gather her bearings, Ellie’s hand was around her throat. The woman's eyes widened with terror, that vibrance Ellie felt sitting in the dirt, it was back and more beautiful than ever. Ellie reveled in the control she wielded.

Ellie rested a hand on the redhead's chest, both to support herself and feel the turmoil within. The woman's heart beat erratically under the stress, her hands wrapping around Ellie's arm but to no avail. The strong and steady thump turned into a frantic scramble as her weakened body was consumed by panic. Ellie was keenly aware of the woman's fragile state as a doctor, yet she couldn't help but savor the rush of depraved bliss.

Suddenly, the frantic beat under Ellie's hand stilled, replaced by an unsettling silence. Panic seized her as she realized the woman’s heart had gone into failure.

Ellie's medical training kicked in. She began chest compressions. "Stay with me," she muttered to the still-conscious woman who struggled for breath even with her neck free of pressure.

As Ellie's hands pressed down into the woman's chest, she savored the sensation of the woman's taut and petite frame yielding beneath her weight, her sternum creaking slightly under the pressure, the softness of her bosom cushioning her exertion. The woman's heart beneath her palm, quickly started pumping weakly but determinedly... but Ellie didn't stop. The excitement filled her mind, it made her heart pound. Instead, she continued, fueled by a strange exhilaration. The poor muscle squirmed in a dysrhythmic paralysis under Ellie's command, each sporadic pump an echo of the rhythm she dictated. It was a testament to her will over the beautiful redhead's pallid little chest and the struggling vitality within.

The woman's feeble hands could barely rise in protest; ineffective against Ellie's relentless thrusts into her core. Each pump of her hands, each rebound of the woman's delicate ribs it only reinforced her dominance.

The woman's heart finally gave up, and ceased to beat on its own, the rhythm now entirely dictated by Ellie's hands. It was as if the woman had given in completely, surrendering her very life force to Ellie's whims. Her arms dropped and her eyes glazed over as if in the twilight of consciousness,

With every thrust, Ellie could see the blood coursing through the woman's veins, making them bulge against her neck. the plump little organ responding only to her command. It was a heady sensation - one that sent shivers down Ellie's spine. ---

The redhead's eyes fluttered open to the dim light that filled the room. She winced as a dull throb pulsed through her chest. Looking down across her naked form, she saw the telltale signs of bruising marring her once pristine skin, a deep purple testament to the ordeal she had been put through by the sadistic castle guard. Ellie's touch was indelibly etched into her flesh, a reminder of the terrifying hunger the woman wielded.

Her heart pounded erratically and sharply against her bruised sternum; each beat a reminder of what happened. The woman had played her heart like a musical instrument.

She tried to move, to rise, to escape. But the cold, unforgiving shackles bit into her bare skin, confining her wrists and ankles to the bed. She was trapped, helpless, a prisoner to the whims of her captor.

Ellie was not done with her. The thought sent a chill down her spine. The shackles were proof of that. Each metal loop was a silent promise of more to come, each chain a grim foreshadowing of her fate. Ellie had a taste of her helplessness, and the game was far from over.

Chapters: 11/15 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Psychologists & Psychiatrists, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Has Nightmares, Tony Stark Has Trust Issues, Hurt Tony Stark, Tony Stark-centric, Cardiophilia, Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, Past Child Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Heart Attacks, Domestic Avengers, Emotional Hurt, Hurt, Sickfic, Sick Character, Sick Tony Stark, Mental Instability, Medical Doctor Bruce Banner Summary:

This story was inspired by the panic attacks theme from Iron Man 3. Tony struggles to cope with symptoms of PTSD and decides to seek professional help from a psychiatrist. As can be expected things do not go exactly to plan. Avengers support Tony through his slow and tortuous recovery. Warning for mention of suicide attempts.

My first file

it’s been forever since i told myself i wanted to post stuff here with my heart so I thought I’d just start doing it now with this file and a few more I should hopefully have uploaded later on in the day. This video is just my heart casually beating fast, as it always does. Hope to meet some cool peeps here too.

I recorded this as a close up because I wanted to try and catch a visible heartbeat! Anyway I’m relaxing with a little green and this is the effect on my heart. I also did a couple breath holds. Hope you like it! 🫀

Enjoy🫀🙏🏻

Been thinking a lot lately about how badly I want to be stethed, I just want someone to listen to my heart in person.

A cardiophillia moment.

I was 16 and I was into girls.

I left school to a medical center for a heart examination, just to make sure it was healthy. I had to UNDRESS for this.

A very young woman with tan skin, short hair, and sharp features attached electrodes to my skin- on my chest, below my breast, on the side of my rib cage, one on my thigh, and one on my arm. I think something was on my wrist too.

I was laying down while she hovered over my body, and she was gorgeous.. my heart rate was escalating so quickly, and I was nearly shivering every time she attached another patch to my skin. I had showered that morning, and I lotion my entire body so she had a hard time getting them to stick.. the amount of times she touched my erogenous zones made my heart race so fast I was almost scared for when she had to read my bpm. because the truth was I was really turned on by heart stuff. ahhhh

She waited a few moments to begin collecting the data. I laid there acknowledging she knows my heart in this moment. It was racing but she of course just assumed I was nervous.

She told me my heart is healthy.

Then she left the room for me to put my clothes back on.

The sensations the electrodes left on my body made me hesitate to move, I needed to process what had just happened.

I left the clinic with the realization that, yeahh, I am definitely a cardiophile.

lmk if you wanna hear some of my other cardiophillia moments <3