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resus-girl · 7 months
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A lovely, sunny woodland walk with @thingsekg..... with a little cardiac monitoring en route 🤭
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leamownj · 26 days
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Took some time off from my busy schedule and make a video.
Just enjoys it! ٩(๑′0`๑)۶
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beatsofpleasures-blog · 10 months
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myraaqx · 17 days
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resusfrenchie · 1 year
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What's your favourite victim's oufit ?
1 : open jeans
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2 : panties
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3 : fully naked victim
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dan13579 · 4 months
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A compilation of VT runs that I got while applying pressure. Heavy pressure on the apex+breath play seems to cause some unbelievable results!
The VT runs last up to 5 seconds long, and it was amazing to see on the ECG my heart just quivering in my chest for that long!
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storms-cosplays · 7 months
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Olruggio and his ridiculous amount of cape.
📸: @ axelclergeau
For European/Extreme Cosplay Gathering and Japan Expo
Cosplay : me!
Hat pattern: @elegantfeatherduster
Base shirt pattern: @viciousfrockery
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heartbeat-eras · 26 days
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Exercise….Again… how do you think she went this time? (Read to the end (or skip) it’s worth it)
So after last time I was told that my heart probably freaked out as I was failing at normal human needs like food and sleep. So better equipped I went out today to try again and slow.
Just a walk… maybe a preset “hike” on the treadmill… HRM linked to see the rate easy. Ecg - in case a decent trace was obtained. Stemoscope taped to my chest - a hybrid erbs spot which actually got good sound despite movement. I felt like a lab rat but was ready to go.
Choose a trek. One looks easy… but didn’t check the stats. Instant 10 grade incline. It’s ok. We’re walking at 3km/h. Easy pace. Listening to may heart in my ears. The sound is good. I’m surprised. I can hear her picking up speed and my breathing getting faster and deeper. But I feel good.
At some point I jump off the treadmill to check the ecg and the sound come recovery time. You will hear her drop. That is not the recovery. She needs a bit more pushing. I increase the speed as my RPE is comfortable. The HRM registers in the 170s and not pushing further. I still feel fine and it’s been about 20 mins. I know I said I wouldn’t run and would take it easy. But I was feeling ok. So I reduce the incline to 0 and crank up the speed. This is the point where the recording cuts out as you can just hear my feet pounding and not my heart. Little by little I increase the speed until we hit 188. She then drops to 182 and keeps climbing and dropping between the numbers. I decide to push a bit more. We haven’t hit 190 in 5 years to that was the goal. Pushing into a sprint, it takes her about a min to realise what’s going on. I’m watching the rate on the screen 186, 189, 192. I jump off, heartbeat pounding as fast as I’ve ever heard her. I catch my breath for a few seconds and realise I should be screen recording my ecg. She’s slowed down a bit by this point but you can see she really seems to like beating in the 140s. 😂
This time I felt fine. No dizziness. A bit quicker recovery from the 180s - 190s. 🥰
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ecgekg · 27 days
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getting the works
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borrowed-rhythm · 8 months
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Steady
F/M - fem!Reader - 18+
AN: Request fill for @fluentinfiction who came up with this tantalizing scenario that immediately triggered my imagination 😊💗 Scattered throughout are some gem phrases from @makeitbeat, my unfailing font of inspiration 💙 Enjoy
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Every orgasm was good, but some felt like brief meetings with God. This was one of those. Screaming as your walls spasmed around him, you felt jettisoned out of your body and collapsed back onto the bed, every muscle trembling, your mind somewhere else entirely. He had licked and sucked and teased and thrust into you for such a torturously extended time, all so he could bask in the desperate pounding of your heart that he was monitoring with both his steth and an ECG. When he finally allowed your release, everything gave out. You were so numb you could hardly move. All you could do was gasp raggedly, body fighting to descend from your high while your mind resisted. You were willing to drown in this pleasure.
You barely registered how he pulled his boxer briefs back on, bent over you and studied the monitor screen, his brow furrowing.
“Hmmm, I don’t like this. That’s too many PVCs.” You vaguely felt fingers pressing into your carotid pulse. You were too strung out to even know or care if your heart was beating anymore. Drawing a full breath still seemed impossible. Then his face became visible through the haze, leaning over you with concerned eyes. A hand ran gently down your cheek. 
“Breathe for me, love. Calm down.” 
You tried, honestly. But your body felt so entirely out of your control, still shaken by the height of pleasure he had dropped you from. You could hear yourself wheezing.
“Here,” he leaned in and suddenly his lips sealed over yours and a gust of air gently filled your frantic lungs. You could feel the relief it granted, how desperately you needed it. Lightly holding your nose closed, he breathed into you again and you drank him in, the tremors in your muscles beginning to fade, sensation returning as you felt yourself pressed into the bed. Three breaths. His efforts were helping but the taste of him threatened to keep you suspended in bliss forever. A fraction of your senses had returned but you were still too stunned to move.
He pulled back and looked at the ECG again, shaking his head with something nervous in his expression. 
“We’ve got to get your heart under control.” He moved to straddle you, planting a warm palm on your chest between all the electrodes. With that added pressure you could finally feel your heart and it may as well have been doing backflips. Lurching, skipping, flailing around, it was even starting to ache. But you didn’t have the presence of mind to react. The loving look on his face would have made your heart falter if it wasn’t already in freefall. 
“I’m going to give you compressions, alright?” he explained softly. “Tell me if I hurt you.” 
You nodded, the first movement you had managed since you came. Then he laced the fingers of one hand through the other, locked his elbows and began to pump. This was not the first time he had worked your chest. It was a frequent part of your playtime together. But this was the first time he was attempting it as something remedial. His palms were driving a bit deeper than usual; not enough to hurt but enough that you could feel the insistence in his thrusts, the slight movement of your sternum. It felt exhilarating and terrifying and necessary all at once.
He watched you closely, his breath growing husky with the exertion. “That’s my girl. Focus on this rhythm, okay?”
You were bouncing against the mattress, feeling warmth flood out to your limbs though you had no idea what your heart was doing. The line was blurring between the thumps you felt in your chest and the persistent, recursive press of his hands. You were dimly aware of the ECG making noises beside you. Overwhelmed, you let your eyes flutter closed and arched back against the pillows.
“Don’t pass out on me!” he barked, and you blinked back to alertness. “Just try to breathe.” 
Your breath was still shallow but you did as he asked, trying to work with the jerking motions of him pushing into your chest. A gasping inhale for four compressions, and a shaking exhale for four. You felt yourself slowly descending back to earth, the gauzy bliss of dopamine seeping away and rooting you back in your body. It was as if he was pressing gravity back onto you, pulling you back down into the room.
As he worked over you, trying to massage you out of arrhythmia, his eyes pinged between you and the monitor. You could feel your pump skittering behind your ribs, misbehaving. Resisting.
“My heart…” you croaked, finding your voice again.
He looked up and gave you a reassuring smile, arms rocking tirelessly against your torso. “I’ve got your heart. It’s going to beat when I tell it to. Nice and steady. It just needs a reminder.” His tone was so confident your fear melted away. Sliding your hands up to grasp his forearms, you let yourself fall into the trance of his rhythmic compressions, each one a sign of his dedication, a promise that he would keep you beating as you should. If you trusted your heart in the hands of any man, it was him. 
“You made me come too hard,” you managed to smirk, voice lurching under his motions.
He huffed a laugh but never let up. “Well, when I said I was going to fuck the life out of you, I didn’t mean literally.” His eyes scanned the ECG again then he gazed down at you. “Can you breathe alright?”
At this point you knew you could breathe just fine, but you were so overcome by his care that you wanted his lips on yours again.
“Help me.” 
Immediately he stopped compressions and laid atop you, pinching your nose and filling your lungs with his warm breath. You allowed your hands to trail across his shoulders as he made your chest rise against himself again and again, flooding you with his own vitality. Nothing compared to the feeling.
You were nearly dizzy as he pulled back and joined his hands over the red mark on your sternum. He pressed into you again. This time his movements were sharper, quicker, eyes locked on the monitor as if he were trying to outpace your erratic beats.
“That’s it, love. Come on.” He growled through gritted teeth. “Keep pumping for me. I know this heart is strong.” You laid helpless under his ministrations, willing your heart to follow his lead, swearing you could feel your chest wall brush against it under the thrust of his hands. You clung to his forearms again, feeling his own hammering pulse in his bulging veins. You closed your eyes, picturing his rhythm echoing into you; invisible waves of percussion emanating out of his chest and down through his arms to dictate the contractions of your muscle. In moments, the noises of the ECG faded away and you felt your body begin to relax.
“There you go,” he praised, a smile beginning to tug at his lips. “You’re starting to even out. Good girl.”
Those words always made you shudder. As he slowed compressions, you found yourself buzzing with arousal again. Each pump of your chest sent heat coursing down between your legs. The way he thrust you into the mattress over and over, so reminiscent of other carnal pursuits. When hearts were involved you were liable to get caught up in an endless loop of pleasure. Fucking to get each other’s hearts racing, then monitoring the outcome of your work and getting turned on all over again. An ouroboros of cardiophilic desire.
You watched as he kept bearing down on you, breathing heavily now, eyes roaming across your skin. He bit his bottom lip, murmuring to himself. “Fuck, what a good little heart, doing as I tell her. Beating right under my hands…” 
Then he blinked, seeming to remember himself and finally let his arms fall slack. “Shit, I’m sorry, I was…I shouldn’t get turned on like that.” He rolled off of you and twisted away but you had already seen the fabric tenting between his legs. His face was full of apology and concern. “Are you feeling okay?”
You had never felt better. Thanks to his efforts you were more than stabilized, you were primed for sin again. Your heart was pounding for him, equal parts yearning and gratitude. You needed him to know. 
You pulled his hands back to your chest and pressed them into your skin. “Don’t stop.”
He looked bewildered for a moment. “You need more?” 
You nodded but suspected it was how you squirmed to rub your thighs together that telegraphed your true intent. Then he smiled that wolfish grin that always liquefied you and crawled back over you, dark eyes glinting. “You need me to crush your beautiful chest and keep your little beat machine going?”
“Yes,” you breathed, reveling in how the heel of his palm started to dig into your sternum.
“You want me to breathe for you? You want my air in your needy lungs?”
“Fuck, yes…please…” You whined but were cut off as his mouth suddenly engulfed yours, a strong gust of breath forcing its way in. You moaned as his tongue slid into you, a kiss of life and desire.
You were gasping again as he moved to rumble in your ear. “You need me to keep you alive while I fuck you tachycardic again?”
“Please…” Electricity shot down your spine, arching your body under his as you flooded. You wanted nothing more than for him to be your rescuer and lover simultaneously.
He stood and your ravenous heart doubled its speed as you watched him strip down again. Then he knelt on the bed, pushed your knees open and hauled you bodily across the sheets until your hips angled up against his thighs. He slid back into your swollen heat then interlocked his hands over your fluttering pump with a devilish smirk.
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
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tangocardiaca · 5 months
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-Um, Tae? Is it really necessary for me to wear it? -Come on, Sae. This whole Phantom Thieves case got you on the edge of your health. You look exhausted. I need to know, if your heart is working correctly. This kind of stress can give you huge problems. You don't want Makoto to give you CPR, right? I need to know if you don't have any Long QTs. -Ugh, if you say so... -Besides Sae, you look cute in this one. Imagine, heart is a beautiful part of your body. All the electricity gathered there. Doesn't it make you fell love? *wink wink* PS: I am dumb. I forgot to give credit to original creator. Original creator: Tommy AKA Kingdukeee Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/4967242
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resus-girl · 1 year
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Masked, wired up to two ECG machines, estimmed.... with additional doctor-led stimulation 🤭
The result was nothing short of mind-blowing... 🥵💦💥
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leamownj · 7 months
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Pressure, Skips and ECG 🫀
It is a fantastic experience to attach electrodes to myself for the first time, and it is a great fortune to catch so many skips this time (which was rarely met in the past). 💗
Just have fun with my little ECG monitor. 😘
Sorry for some sonic boom due to the enhancement of audio. 😭
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sexymenwearingmasks · 9 months
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cardiophilestuff · 9 months
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I wanted to write something tonight but got lost lol, so instead here is a little something about my two OCs, about whom more stories and drawing will come in the future 👀 They are called Mel and Kaylie (Mel is the doctor) and they are a cute cardiophile couple!
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resusfrenchie · 1 year
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It's been long minutes that you're working on me.
Finally you hear the sirens and the paramedics running towards us.
They find you riding me while you're pumping my chest.
"That's ok, we got her" they said.
One of them take me from the bed and lay me on the floor.
He resumes strong compressions as you were doing.
The other one, place multiple electrodes on my bare chest.
They shock my heart... Twice.. Not enought for my weak heart. They do it again and again.
That's the last one who brought me back !
You all look relief... But be carefull i could code again.
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