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Feel free to send your asks or submissions of how you’ll stop this heart of mine.

The darker it is, the better!

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You are living in the future where selling organs is legal. There's no more free organs donation since it'll take too long to do. The government made a new way for you to get new organs from the department of organ market. It's by "renting" your organs. Yeah paying your new heart cheap lease for the rest of your life is okay. Well there's a price for quality right? Don't worry if you're poor you can sign up to the government to get government subsidy to pay for your organs. If you didn't pay? Of course your whole body will get recycled.

Nobody wants to have their whole body recycled but that didn’t stop those in the black market from illegal ‘recycling’.

When times are desperate and money is short, the black market is the way to go although the price is high. Repayments will be astronomical and interests high but that has never stopped the growing number.

Luckily for me, I didn’t need to sell heart who remained fit and strong. Or that’s what I thought when out of nowhere, a sudden cardiac arrest made it stop.

Whether it was from an allergic reaction, a drug, or poison, who knows. But that didn’t stop those from taking my body and harvesting my heart only to implant a poor, weak heart inside me

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I am your subject you change my heart function that has limited beats and i must come back to charge my heart through permanent ecg on my chest

Being the obedient lab rat, you return time and time again letting me juice up that poor heart of yours. I love how your heart responds to my treatment, knowing full well that your heart is under my control. If it stops, I’ll get it beating again. Even before it stops, I’ll shock it repeatedly at higher charges making you wince and jump but all for the good of your heart.

By the end of each session, your heart would be racing away, pounding like a drum already wasting away its limited beats.

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Would you let your heart earstethed by someone you have never met? Btw are you open for dm's? Thx

If I wasn’t in a relationship then perhaps I might let myself be earstethed. But as I am now in a relationship I would not as I feel like my heart is for my beloved. He deserves to hear my heart and her beats and I love it when he lays his head on my chest and listens to my heart.

And yes, my DMs are open

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DO IT!

You know those healing tanks where the character is put in to recover from serious injuries?

Like this from Starship Troopers?

I imagine a fit, healthy man getting severely injured in an accident or anything you can imagine (also for the man’s appearance, I’m going with Tom Cruise cause with how much he runs and how he trained to hold his breath, his heart is no doubt quite the powerful ticker) and placed in this chamber completely naked, breathing through a tube shoved down his throat but his chest cut open and his beating heart hanging out of his chest floating in the life-saving liquid as its being mended.

Electrodes pasted all over his heart keeping a track of its beats and when it does go into cardiac arrest, the chamber goes into resuscitation mode.

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What would be your favourite way of stopping your own heart? Would you use a gun? A knife? A sword? Or would you rather ingest poison that gradually slows down your heart to a complete standstill?

Oh that is a hard one. I am open to all sorts of ways of stopping my heart (in fantasy of course). Be it stabbing, shooting, drowning, poison, rippings, electricity. I honestly can’t pick one!

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You know those healing tanks where the character is put in to recover from serious injuries?

Like this from Starship Troopers?

I imagine a fit, healthy man getting severely injured in an accident or anything you can imagine (also for the man’s appearance, I’m going with Tom Cruise cause with how much he runs and how he trained to hold his breath, his heart is no doubt quite the powerful ticker) and placed in this chamber completely naked, breathing through a tube shoved down his throat but his chest cut open and his beating heart hanging out of his chest floating in the life-saving liquid as its being mended.

Electrodes pasted all over his heart keeping a track of its beats and when it does go into cardiac arrest, the chamber goes into resuscitation mode.

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Piggybacking the scenario that you're a doctor, but suddenly a very unique patient flutters into your view: a small female fairy, at least a foot in height and could fit in your palm. The whimsical fae struggles to flap her wings until she manages to land on the desk before your eyes. She lays down, spent and weakly gasping to catch her breath. Her heart couldn't possibly be much bigger than the tip of your pointer finger, and it seems her life is quite literally in your hands to help her with creative methods fit for the tiny patient... Or maybe play with it along the way.

I could save this tiny being’s life but my curiosity got the better of me. Laying it down upon the exam table, I start pressing down on its chest with my pinkie, counting to thirty. I could feel its heart flutter and pound shakily against my finger.

Such a small being but with a powerful heart. I decide to press down deeper, squeezing its poor heart leaving it gasping in pain.

Its heart is kicking into gear now. Oh now I’m going to stop its heart for sure.

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The medical team rushed in and had to open your chest since they couldn't reach the device that is pumping The Elf heart. They had to pump The Elf's heart until the machine is fully repaired and reprogrammed. You woken up with a strange feeling, a feeling where your human body bows to the elf's heart that beats inside your chest. You could clearly feel The Elf Heart finally gained its own consciousness.

My body couldn’t handle the unnatural energy that is mana. Unable to sustain the powerful red core, I sink into a massive cardiac arrest.

Compressions were completely useless and thus why my chest was cracked open. Any sense of shame or hesitance was gone as the team tore apart the thin gown I wore, revealing my shapely round breasts and hard rock nipples.

With the rib spreader, they spread the incision wide open, parting my breasts further away to the sides and quickly got to work removing the sternum.

With the last obstacle gone, blood is suctioned and the pericardium split open revealing the still heart beneath.

Immediately, the head doctor shoves his hand into my chest and start squeezing this supernatural heart. Manhandling more like. Gripping it as if his life depended on it. A couple of adrenaline shots and internal shocks finally got it beating again but this time it was different.

When I awoke, the heart within was beating at a strange rhythm and all my body could do is bow to its power. The powerful heart isn’t pleased of me being its host, wanting to be with its rightful owner.

“I can’t.” I murmured. “I cannot do anything for you.” Had I gone mad? Yet the heart squeezed painfully making me yelp.

Oh what am I getting into?

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You've been a surrogate body for heart transplant and heart treatment. All your life scientists have decided to choose you as one of their subjects of surrogate body. You've been told to keep a lifestyle and strenuous cardiac treatment to improve someone's heart inside your body until that heart becomes a little better or improving the heart quality so the "buyer" of that heart could agree to pay a load of cash for that Top Notch Heart quality.

I remembered signing the contract like it was yesterday. Five years ago, down on my luck, with just my trusty heart. But my heart wouldn’t be good enough without cash and sooner or later, if I don’t have the means to take care of myself, my heart will become a disease-riddled, weak organ on the verge of failure.

So yes, I signed the contract and in return I was given housing of impeccable standards with all my essentials met. All I had to do is take care of this surrogate heart within my chest and with the nutritious food and high-standard equipment, it shouldn’t be too hard.

Think of it like fostering. But instead of fostering dogs, I’m fostering hearts. I won’t lie, there are times when I’m nervous of being put under, wondering if this would be the last time I’ll be alive.

Would the next surrogate heart be too weak? Too frail? Unable to be pumped and shocked back to life?

So many questions but I am always reassured by the handsome doctor who continues to monitor me and is the very person whom I’ve entrusted all my hearts to.

Many a night I have toyed with myself with his face in my thoughts. Heck, its one way to keep this heart in shape.

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When you fall asleep I push around 3 pieces of very thin needle into your heart for playing of course, but accidentally submerged deep into your chest when you move your body in bed. I don't know how I could explain to you when you wake up in the morning.

When I woke up, sharp pain filled my entire chest making it a bit difficult to breathe. You appeared worried, even asked what’s the matter but for some reason, I had this inkling that you knew more than you were letting on.

Unbeknownst to me, the panicked beats of my heart and me shifting around had only driven the needles deeper into the tough myocardium. The pericardium had already been pierced and the slick fluid encompassing my heart had spilled out. With no lubrication, the rough hard beats only aggravated my heart even more.

I cry out as the needles pierce my valves and with it so buried deep, the pain was too much. My heart is fighting for its life but to no avail.

I was bleeding out and as darkness takes over me, I could feel the last few thuds of my heart against my sternum before it finally stops.

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Imagine you are a doctor. One day a woman comes to you and confides in you. She wants to feel her heart beat so fast through an orgasm that it comes to a suddenly cardiac arrest. She asks you to help her and then resuscitate her. If necessary, with internal cardiac massage. What do you do?

As a doctor, I had sworn an oath to help all my patients. This however is quite the unconventional request. But from how I see it, I would be helping this patient by stopping her heart and resuscitating her.

So I agreed.

It starts slow, with her relaxed by a sedative but still awake. Electrodes covered every inch of her chest and a portable MRI machine aims straight at her chest showing her beating heart. I then plunge a vibrating dildo up her already soaked pussy, all while toying with her clit, making her heart speed up.

I beckon my assistant to play with her nipples before then increasing the speed of the dildo and soon enough, she comes. Hard.

Hard enough that it sends her heart spluttering and immediately ceasing. I then begin compressions, my hands deeply thrusting into her sternum as my assistant ensures an constant flow of oxygen into those lungs of hers.

After three rounds but no result, I inject adrenaline and yet nothing. I decide to cut her open then, parting her sternum and pericardium exposing the ruby heart beneath. I start internal compressions, manhandling it roughly and plunging adrenaline straight into her heart.

This time, it skips. Fibrillating. I grab the internal paddles and shock the organ. One. Two. It flatlines again.

More compressions. More shocks.

Will she live? You can wonder.

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I would give your heart a hard stress test to push your heart to the max, once you are done while you are calming down, I would listen to your pounding heart with my stethoscope

I would be strapped to a treadmill, unable to hop off even as my legs feel like they’re on fire.

My chest would feel awfully tight, my heart slamming away against my sternum and lungs that it nearly makes it difficult to breathe.

The electrodes pasted on my glistening, sweaty chest would capture every beat, every throb. The ultrasound camera aimed at my chest would show my perfectly sized heart beating hard and fast and only going faster as you increase the speed.

At that point, the heartbeats would be one single beat and my heart would look more like its vibrating rather than contracting and expanding.

My heart would feel like its giving out but just as its about to, you would shut off the machine. I would be heaving, my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my skull and my breasts shaking from the force of my heartbeats.

And when you finally listen to my heart through the stethoscope, all you’ll hear is my hardworking heart struggling to live.

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Your desire to explore alien life is surpassing the capability of your body, and sending robots down just isn't enough. Thankfully, medical technology and nanotechnology have progressed enough to alter your organs, adapting the gravity and atmospheric pressure of most inhabited planets within a day. Just a few days ago, astronomers confirmed that two massive super-Earths 1200 light-years away are inhabited; not just showing biosignatures, but the surface and satellite rings contain unusual amounts of elemental silicon and metals, a sign of advanced technology, perhaps two worlds colonized by aliens we have yet to know. With 5 and 7 times Earth's gravity, your body can adapt to them with a mechanized G-suit, but any moderate physical activity would send your enlarged and strengthened heart slamming violently in your comparatively small chest cavity. While waiting for the data from the probe sent to collect more information from those planets, you can't help but imagine what the aliens there would look like, and how they would think of you when they see you struggling to survive on a planet they have already settled in.

It didn’t take too long but soon enough all the necessary data had been collected. Inputting this into the G-suit, I bring the ship down towards a shoreline by a great lake.

The moment I stepped foot outside, I could already feel the strain of the environment on my body.

The nanobots flowing in my circulatory system would need time to help my heart and lungs adapt but I’ll live.

Or I hope so.

Every step out onto this new planet brought more of the intense gravity down upon my body.

The G-suit is doing its job, protecting me from the brunt, but still I can feel how my enlarged and strong heart pounds inside my ribcage as it tries to adapt to the gravitational forces. It felt like a heavy book was slowly pressing down upon my heart, slowly crushing the chambers sending my heart into overdrive.

Still, I can’t help but be curious. I start to run and this sends my heart into spasms as the gravity and stress puts it through its paces. The heart monitor in the corner of my eye blares, showing my BPM shooting up towards 180 BPM in seconds.

My chest shakes with each pound, like my heart is attempting to punch its way out of my chest like an alien creature, slamming against the sternum.

I skid to a stop but my heart only beats faster shooting to 200 BPM. Shit. I might have overdone it.

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Probably strap you to a table, arms up above your head, EKG monitor on your chest. Once you'd been fully prepared (sedated, chest cracked open, pulsing, pumping viscera laid open for me), you'd be brought back to full consciousness with a heavy pain blocker. You'd be able to feel everything but the pain receptors in your brain would be turned off. I'd proceed to use medical gauze to wrap your pulsing, heaving heart to my throbbing cockhead, and then using a combination of drugs, shocks, end electrical stimuli, heartfuck you as you lay there helpless, the beeping of the EKG growing ever more frantic as your helpless, quivering pump coaxes a powerful orgasm from my veiny, blood-engorged shaft.

The clear loud beating and wet squelches of my exposed heart would definitely be the first thing I hear when I wake up, sending a dose of adrenaline to my heart making it beat faster in excitement.

When you wrap your cock around my heart, I definitely would be straining against my restraints moaning as my heart slaps away at your hard shaft.

And then comes the torture. Oh my heart would be put through the ringer and it would beat faster and harder until it looks like a hummingbird’s wings.

My heart would definitely change in shape and size as you torment it, and as you finally come, my heart might just fibrillate and quiver sending you into damage control to get it beating again.

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Oh yeah it felt incredible! I was winded and I had to stop several times to catch my breath. During those stops, I could feel my heart punching against my sternum.

Just worked out by running. Damn, my heart was pounding hard and my neck pulse was throbbing.

I could feel my heart slamming against my sternum and my chest felt tight.

Even now, resting and relaxing, my heart still remains slightly elevated and beating a tad hard.

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Just worked out by running. Damn, my heart was pounding hard and my neck pulse was throbbing.

I could feel my heart slamming against my sternum and my chest felt tight.

Even now, resting and relaxing, my heart still remains slightly elevated and beating a tad hard.