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[akradekra]

Passionate Resuscitation Pt. 1 I can remember when it started. It was the scene in Superman Returns where Superman is at the hospital after falling from the sky. His suit being ripped off, showing his bare chest, the ambu bag over his mouth and nose, and finally the way his chest rose after being shocked by the device I didn’t know the name of yet. It awoke something in me, a desire, an obsession (it also may’ve awoken my bisexuality, but that’s another story). I wasn’t sure what it was, all I knew at the time was that that scene turned me on.

It took me years of watching similar scenes, doing research, and a couple fantasies to figure out what was going on: I was a cardiophile with a resus fetish. The sight of someone under CPR, using defibrillators to shock someone’s heart, heartbeats themselves, it really got me going, and it only grew as I went through adolescence, especially through high school and college. Of course, I kept all of this to myself for years. I didn’t let anyone know about my fetish, I COULDN’T let anyone know about it, because what would they think? Particular and strange fetishes are already generally frowned upon, and a resus fetish definitely fits into that category. So, I kept my fetish, my obsession, my desires, all to myself. That was until SHE came into the picture.

In many ways, she was my dream girl. Long curly red hair, mesmerizing bluish-green eyes, ruby red lips, silky smooth pale skin, an hourglass build, and of course, big round tits and a dump-truck ass. Men would give up an arm and a leg to be with her, women would get plastic surgery to look like her. Her looks weren’t the only thing she had going for her though. She was outgoing, she was funny, she was kind, she was caring, she took charge when need be, she was the life of the party. In other words, she was completely out of my league. Well that’s what I thought at first.

I’d seen her from time to time in previous years, but we officially met on the first day of the new semester. I was early to class and so I found a seat and just chilled. Then she walked in. I was mesmerized by her immediately. Then I realized she was heading in my direction. I slightly panicked a bit before she asked if the seat right next to me was taken. I said it wasn’t, and the next thing I knew this gorgeous lady was sitting right next to me. As we waited for class to start, she asked me if I had a spare pencil. I said yes, and gave it to her. Then she started asking me questions, simple ones like where I’m from, what other classes I was taking, my hobbies, interests, stuff like that. I was surprised by two things: 1. How easy it was to talk with her, and 2. How she was willing to talk to me, a random guy she just met, and how quickly we connected. We continued talking until the professor showed up and class officially started. As the lecture went on and on, I kept sneaking glances at her, checking her out. A few times, as I turned my eye to look at her, I thought I saw her eyes turning to look somewhere else. Was- was she checking ME out too? No way, how could this bombshell be checking me out? I didn’t think I was remotely attractive or close to her type, so I must be going crazy, right? Before I knew it, class ended, and I was getting my stuff to leave, but before I headed for the door, she gave me something, a folded piece of paper. She told me to read it when I went back to my dorm room, and gave me a wink before she left the classroom. This isn’t real, right?

I couldn’t stop thinking about the paper all day. I was anxious, waiting as the hours ticked by so I could immediately head for my dorm. Then, finally, the day was over and I went straight to my dorm. Upon arriving, I closed the door, sat on my bed, and opened the paper. On the paper was a phone number, as well as a note that read "You’re fun, call me sometime <3." Oh yeah, this was real.

Over the few weeks, we spent a lot of time together. Talking, studying, walking, reading, drawing, the works. We grew close, one thing led to another, and before I knew it, we confessed to each other. I couldn’t believe my luck, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, who I liked, liked me too. A part of me still thought this was all a dream, but when she kissed me, when she put her lips on mine, I knew it was real. This woman liked me, and she was now my girlfriend. I was in love. And for a while, I forgot all about my fetish. Until it happened.

She was visiting my dorm room for a studying session. I had to use the bathroom, so I left her unattended for a while as I did my business, as well as sprucing myself up a bit. When I exited the bathroom, I noticed she was sitting on my bed looking at a journal. I thought at first it was her note journal for class, but as I got closer, I realized it was one of MY journals, more specifically a sketch journal. When she noticed I was out of the bathroom, she turned to me and asked me what this was. She turned the journal around to show me what she was looking at and my stomach dropped. On the page she had open was a sketch of girl under CPR, with an intubation tube in her mouth. I froze. I started stuttering as she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. Then I took a few deep breaths, sat down next to her, and began to talk.

I told her everything. About my resus fetish, about being a cardiophile, when it started, the whole story. She only interrupted once, when she pointed out that I liked to lay on her chest a lot, and that now she knew the reason why. After it was all said and done, we sat there together in silence. I couldn’t think of anything to say, and I was slightly embarrassed now that she knew about my fetish and the fantasies I had. I wasn’t sure what she would think. Maybe she thought I was a freak and was thinking how to tell me she was breaking up with me. Before I could think farther however, I felt her hand on mine. I turned to look at her, and found myself mesmerized by her eyes. Looking into them, I got the feeling that she was telling me things would be okay.

Before I could say anything else, she got off the bed and onto the floor. I asked her what she was doing, and she looked before saying "This is your fetish, isn’t it? I want to help you make it a reality." To say I was caught off guard would be an understatement. I was in shock. Was- was she really willing to let me do this stuff on her? No way. I asked if she meant it, to which she responded with astounding "hell yes." This was really happening, wasn’t it? With only a bit of hesitation, I got down on my knees next to her, while she laid herself on the floor. I sat there for a bit taking it all in, staring at her body. She was wearing a wonderful cotton beige turtleneck sweater which did a nice job of showing off her tits, and some tight denim jeans which also did a nice job showing off ass. I sat in a daze for a few seconds admiring her beauty before she called out to me, snapping me out of my trance. Once I gathered myself, we began.

The first thing I did was tell her to pretend to be dead. A little blunt, but we were both beginners in this situation so being clear was a must. She nodded before closing her eyes, parting her mouth a bit and let out a sigh like she’d just released her last breath. Her body relaxed, and her head fell to her right side so she could sneak glances at me. With that step done, I put two fingers on her neck. She had a pretty neck, one that was well defined, not too short, not too long. It also had some marks on it from when we made out last night and I nibbled on her neck a bit. I placed my fingers on her neck just below her jawline to feel for her pulse. Of course, since she was alive and breathing, it was there. I felt it beat under my fingers, around 60 beats per minute, the average amount. Despite already checking her pulse, I couldn’t help but place my ear on her chest and listen to her heart beating.

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

It was soothing, hypnotizing almost. I guess she knew this too since she put her hand on my head and gently scratched it. I stayed there laying on her chest for a minute before snapping out of my trance, looking at her and joking "aren’t you supposed to be dead?" We both giggled at my joke before she kissed my forehead and resumed her "dead" state. I put a finger up to her nose to feel her breathing. Again, since she was alive, of course she was breathing. She breathed gently in and out through her nose. Now that’ve checked all the areas, I now began the main attraction.

"No pulse, no breathing. Starting CPR." I had longed to say those words for years, and it felt satisfying to say them out loud, in a roleplay with my beautiful girlfriend no less. I began with rescue breathing. I gently lifted her chin up, and opened her mouth slightly more. I warned her that I would be pinching her nose shut, to which she gave me a thumbs up. With that, I gently pinched her nose with my thumb and index finger. I breathed deeply in, before I lowered my head to her mouth. The red lipstick she applied today made her lips stand out more so than usual, it made me crave her. Finally, I put my mouth over hers and gave her a slow breath into her lungs. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her chest rise before going down gently. I repeated the process again: I breathed in, locked our mouths together, let out the breath into her lungs, then watched as her chest rose and fell, like clockwork.

With the rescue breaths done, it was now time for chest compressions, the part of CPR that really got me going next to defibrillation. I again warned her of what I would be doing, to which she gave her consent, nodding her head. I moved over to her torso, and decided I would tease her a little bit by gliding my fingers over her body before I reached her sternum in between her breasts. The smile that briefly crossed her face confirmed that she liked it. I placed one open hand on her chest, and the other clenched over that hand. I was ready. With both hands in place, I gently pushed on her chest, then let it return to its previous position manually. I did 29 more compressions for an even 30, the required amount. With every compression, she let out a huff of breath and her head slightly jiggled as I gently pushed her chest in. Needless to say, I was very turned on. After completing the set of compressions. I once again found myself staring at her body. She laid there, perfectly still, eyes still closed, and lips slightly parted, as if she was really dead, waiting for my next move. I watched as her chest slightly rose and fell, then I had an idea. I leaned over to her face and quietly whispered "I think your clothes might be restricting your air flow. I’m going to have take them off." The smile that appeared on her face was the confirmation I needed. "Does she really like this?" I thought to myself. "Is she enjoying this as much as I do?" If that was indeed the case, then I might just well be the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. Without anymore hesitation, I gently picked her head and body up and started taking her sweater off of her. Once it was off, I also took off her bra as well. It was white lace, the one she knew I liked. With her bra and sweater off, I gently lowered her down on the ground again. As her head touched the ground, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I moved my hand to gently caress her cheek. She put up her own hand to hold mine in place there. I then lowered my head and gently kissed her. A kiss full of love and compassion for one another. She trusted me, and I trusted her. After a few minutes like this, she closed her eyes again and went back into her "dead" state. It was back to work.

After two rescue breaths, I turned my attention once again to her chest. With her sweater and bra now off, her bare chest were now exposed and I once again found myself mesmerized by her tits. They were big (D-cup), soft, and round, and her pink nipples, thanks to being in the open air, were rock hard. I had the desire to start sucking on them, but I reminded myself to stick to the task at hand. A real medic wouldn’t stop to suck on their patient’s breast while they were in cardiac arrest. I think. Anyway, I once again put my hands over her sternum and began chest compressions, counting each one as I pushed her chest in. Her breasts jiggled which each compression, and her stomach bulged out slightly as her chest caved in. If I wasn’t turned on before. I definitely was now.

We continued our CPR roleplay for what felt like hours. As time ticked by, I got more into it. I was more urgent, I went a little faster with the chest compressions, I’d check her pulse and pretend like there still was none and resume CPR, I started calling out her name, and begging her to stay with me and to breathe. I was fully immersed in what we were doing, I was enjoying it, and I think she was too. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have her right then and there. I went over to her lips, but instead of doing rescue breaths, I started kissed her. She was taken aback a little by this at first, but a second later, she started kissing back, wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me close while my hands caressed her cheeks as we kissed passionately. I pulled my shirt off and threw it aside, and began taking off my pants as she did the same. We were now fully naked in my dorm room, and we were making love after I had performed CPR on the woman of my dreams. I had never felt a higher feeling of satisfaction and pleasure as I had on that day.

After it was over, we laid there on the floor, panting, sweating, completely out of breath from the vigorous sex we’d just had. I got up, then proceeded to pick her up from off the ground and laid her down on my bed. I then went to bathroom, grabbed a towel, then went back and wiped off the sweat from her beautiful body. I asked her if she wanted any water, to which she replied yes. I went to the mini-fridge I had and grabbed a bottle for the both of us. Once she drank out of it, I had a swig as well. She then asked me if I wanted HER to dry ME off with the towel. I accepted, and she wiped the sweat off me as well. After she was done, she threw the towel to the side, and pulled me onto the bed. Once I was on, she wrapped her arms around me, and I did the same.

We laid there for a while in each other’s arms, not saying anything, but looking in each other’s eyes and occasionally taking turns kissing one another in whatever body part we felt like. After a while like this, she asked me a question: "How come you didn’t tell me about your fetish before?" I replied honestly, confessing that I thought she’d consider me some type of freak, and not want anything to do with me. She raised her hand to caress my cheek, told me that would’ve never happened. She loved me because she thought I was cute and funny and kind and fun to be around, and having fetish wouldn’t change any of that. She followed this by saying that she liked what we did, that there was something sexy about it, and that she wouldn’t mind doing it again. Her reassurance, combined with knowing that she indeed liked what we did… It hit hard. Before I knew it, I was crying. Someone had not only accepted me, but accepted my fetish too, and I couldn’t help but cry. She held me in her arms close to her chest, as the tears flowed from eyes, gently rubbing my head, and gently planting soft kisses on it. When the tears finally slowed down, we looked each other in the eyes again. Then I did something I had wanted to do for a while. I told her to lay on her back for a second, which she did. Then I placed my hand on her chest, right on top of where her beautiful heart was. I felt it beat under my hand. A steady 60 beats per minute. Then, I planted a kiss right on that spot. She asked me what that was, and I answered "I just kissed your heart." Once again, she pulled me in close, gave me the biggest hug anyone had ever given me and called me the cutest guy she’s ever met. We laid there for a few minutes, as I rested my head on her chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat.

Though, as I laid there, I found myself thinking "What if I had to perform actual CPR on her? Would that ever happen? Would I be able to save her? Would I still have a resus fetish afterwards?" I forced myself to stop thinking about it, no way was I going to let thoughts like that ruin this moment. Luckily, it was then that she made a joke about how we were supposed to be studying, and instead had a fake medical emergency and sex. We laughed at this for a while before I asked her if she wanted to shower. She of course accepted my offer, and we headed to the bathroom, thoughts of what had happened today and what would happen in the future floating in our heads.

To be continued…

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[quimichi]

₊❏❜ ⋮ WEIRD FETISHES ⌒ - MDNI

warnings: weird fetishes, don't read if you're uncomfortable! Picked the most "normal" or tame ones-also, this is my view and visions of those fetishes

summary: Some rare, unspoken fetishes the characters have.

characters: genshin guys + harbingers x F!Reader

a/n: this is uhhh, interesting? I was bored, wanted to try something yk. I couldn't fit some characters into different fetishes, but you can idk--

Autassassinophilia

Being in life-threatening situations

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Many say that the thrill of being caught is already hot enough, but it's not enough for him. He wants the adrenaline rushing through his body constantly. It's almost addictive...no, he is addicted already. Fucking you standing, so close to the edge of a cliff or at the edge of a building is good...but not enough. Having you choking him, or him choking you, being close to pass out, is not enough. Giving him head while driving, fingering you while you drive...is.not.enough...so what will be? ♡ Childe Wriothesley Scaramouche Capitano

Cardiophilia

cardiophiles are people who are, quite simply, in love with hearts. they enjoy and are aroused by the sight, sound, and/or feeling of the heart/heartbeat.

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Whenever he holds your hand, his fingers can't help but wander to your wrist, feeling youe pulse. The beats inder his fingertips feel so intimate. Knowing your heart is beating, beating for him is almost to much to handle. And whenever you two cuddle and he's the little spoon, he'll place his head on your chest, listening close to your beating heart...oh how lovely you sound. Your heart beats so strong against his ear, he can literally feel it. ♡ Ayato Baizhu Dottore Albedo Venti

Candaulism

Exposing one's partner or images of their partner to others.

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Oh, how he loves you and your body. Your pretty little head and soul. He's so sure many others will love you just the same (but never as much as he will). He takes pictures of you, has you as his wallpaper even. Lockscreen too! You know your tits are out, cum covered with your tounge sticking out. You're also aware your ass with his dick stuffed in your cunt is also somewhere in his gallery. And many many more. And he just fucking loves to show it off. No one is save, not even the mid 30s guy sittong beside him in the train. The nice grandmother buying her groceries. He'll accidentally or intentionally shove it in their faces, that you belong to him. And he belongs to you. ♡ Lyney Kaeya Itto Heizou

Gynephilia

Females or femininity, regardless of one's own sex or gender identity

❕️ EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

He'll pay you to get your nails done, you pick the color, shape, length, accessories, anything you want. You want make up too? Have his card and have fun, be wild, be bold, make a statement with that pretty face. No make up at all? Baby, you're such a beautiful woman regardless. You wanna have your hair done? Sure thing, tell him when the appointment is he'll drive you there. At the end of the day all of this and so much more is just for one purpose, to fuck you. He'll pull that hair, watch the mascara run down your pretty cheeks. Taste your lipgloss on his lips. Watch your nails looking stunning around his dick. A goddess like you, should step on a man like him. ♡ Diluc Pantalone Aether Kaveh Al-Haitham Pierro

Aquaphilia

A sexual fetish that involves people swimming, posing, or even drowning in water.

❕️EVERYTHING WILL ONLY HAPPEN IF YOU WILL GIVE YOUR CONSENT, HE WILL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY SO. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT READ

Dw he won't drown you-. You just look so elegant in water, how it hugs your body. How it makes your skin shine and glimmer, the droplets looking like little diamonds carefully placed on your skin by the hands of god himself. Not to mention how beautiful you look in your swim wear...It already happened so often you stopped counting after 20. You two having sex in water. Wheter its in a pool, lake, river or the ocean itself, he can't help himself. Heck, even you in your bathtub is a sight to behold. And if he had to be honest...maybe the bathtub is his favorite. Cause no one will see and hear anything, and it feels way more closer to you...♡ Neuvillette Freminet Kazuha Dainsleif

Had no idea what to do with these- Cyno Gorou Thoma Tighnari Xiao Xingqiu Zhongli

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒆

╰┈➤ ❝ zayne x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 3

tags : pwp (without plot), cardiophilia (heartbeat/pulse fetish), vaginal sex, riding, missionary, slight mention of marking, slight mention of clit play, creampie, praise, sort-of-rough sex (but like.... soft????), use of pet names "sweetheart" "darling". lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 1.3k 

an : this went through SO many edits, despite its shorter length, bc it was quite difficult to write in the way i wanted things to unfold! nevertheless i love zayne with all my heart and all my soul and although it's not the image i had in my mind, i enjoyed writing this fic nonetheless <3

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Yours was a heart that would beat only for him—his favorite sound, his favorite everything. 

The moonlight illuminated many things.

His hair, wet and sweaty and messy from how desperately your fingers had clung to him; his skin, all aglow beneath the wisps of silver…. Streaming through the bedroom window, specks of moondust spilled over his figure, and those lime green eyes of his gleaned against the dark of the night with utmost love and adoration that you had always found in their depths.

He was beautiful.

You had never denied that.

Yet, now, as his hands sought purchase at the sides of your hips, you thought to yourself that he couldn’t have been more.

His lips parted slightly, quiet pants falling in proof of his pleasure if his half-lidded eyes and that pink flush adorning his cheeks was already not proof enough. The image in front of you only made you move faster— faster. Desperate to feel more of him, desperate to chase the pleasure that called to you so clearly. 

His hold on you tightened.

You could feel the strength of his grip as he guided you, maneuvered you over his length again and again, allowing you to pick up the pace with which your hips would move.

Up, and down, and deep… 

You were so full.

A glance down would reveal the shape of his erection quickly sinking into your sweet hole, the sound of flesh against flesh an echo of pleasure punctuated with moans that you wouldn’t have dreamt of holding back.

You would relish the feeling. Revel in that delicious, delicious stretch that he would give you.

His hips snapped up to meet with yours, and your eyes glazed over.

“Zayne… Zayne…”

His name was the only word you needed, the only word you could say, feeling every drag of his cock against your walls. Every thrust drove him deeper and deeper into you, never stopping, never slowing down—

Needy.

As needy as you were.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he murmured, taking your hand from his shoulder to cradle against his cheek. You watched him draw in a shaky breath, nuzzling your palm. “You are everything I need. So beautiful, so good…”

He began to place wet, open mouthed kisses over your wrist, breathing hotly against your skin. The action was so intimate, so gentle, not at all like the way he would fuck himself into you, craving the warmth of his walls just as badly you craved his everything .

Your hips stuttered, body shuddering.

“Zayne…”

The sound of his name, a soft plea for him—just him— had him groaning.

“What is it, darling?” he whispered.

His eyes never left yours as he pressed you back down onto him, allowing you to grind against his pelvis as if to feel him as vividly as you could.

Another moan, another spill of his name where you could find nothing else to speak—

His thumb moved over your pulse point, and he let out a shaky breath.

“Ah… All this, for me.”

It was more of a statement to himself than to you, as he angled his hips to have the ridge of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot.

He felt your pulse quicken, eyes on you as your head threw back to keep the angle—and you were at it again, pivoting your hips up and down, meeting every buck of his hips with a fervor that had the both of you falling into a crescendo of pleasure.

But it seemed that Zayne had had enough.

Something flickered in his eyes as your positions were switched in the next second, your body immediately caged between his arms—

If you had thought Zayne had been beautiful moments ago, then now could barely compare. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, hair sticking to his skin, a certain sense of primal desire laid plainly out on his features.

I need you.

Words he wouldn’t say, but words that were aptly conveyed as his hips immediately slammed back into yours.

A cry tore from your throat, body sinking further and further into the mattress as he propelled his hips at a pace you could barely fathom yourself. Your mouth stayed open with an endless litany of his name, brows knitted in pleasure. At the same time, one hand slowly interlocked with your fingers, a means of comfort to combat the rough snap of his hips, fucking you desperately until the only thing you could think about was him.

His breath was ragged and hot, but he let out a deep chuckle.

“You really like it like this, don’t you, darling…”

His other hand had two fingers pressed against the pulse on the side of your neck, his eyes boring into you with a knowing look.

He could feel everything. 

The clench of your heat, the thrumming of your heartbeat…

They were all for him.

And you were an open book.

Immediately his head dipped down to kiss and lick at your collarbone, taking sheer delight in the immediate jump of your heart rate. He would bite, and suck, and soothe—keeping his hand in place, almost as if monitoring your pulse, thriving off of the fact that it revealed so much of how much you wanted him.

As if everything else was not enough.

Screams and cries of pleasure continued to fall from your lips as you writhed beneath him, taking everything he would give you—like the good girl you wanted to be for him, like the neediness in you that you simply had to satiate through him.

Sitting back up, his other hand drifted down towards your puffy clit.

The stimulation was intense, but not unwelcome, near-sobs choked out between moans that even you could no longer comprehend.

His gaze swept over your body. That same satisfied little smirk, barely there but still present, made you shudder, as he observed and took in every detail of your pleasure.

And then he leaned down, and whispered into your ear:

“Cum for me.”

The authority in Zayne’s command would never fail to bring you past the precipice, his voice a trigger for your very release as you weeped, pleasure overtaking your body in a way that, to you, always felt more intense with him than you had ever experienced before.

Your body shook, trembling, your chest heaving up and down with desperate gasps for air.

With wide eyes, you looked at him, and you were certain that he had felt the very jump in your heartbeat. The thrumming that had been deafening in your ear, felt through his very fingertips—though everything, through your release, through the now as he eased you down from it.

With a slow breath, he leaned in for a tender kiss, soothing you from your orgasm.

“Good girl,” he murmured. He nearly chuckled at the response that he felt from his praise, but he stilled inside you with a deep groan, release spilling in hot ropes inside of you.

The sensation of warmth filling your insides had you whimpering, but he reached over with his free hand, cradling your head, continuing to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. “It’s alright… It’s alright. You did very good, sweetheart. You were wonderful.”

Through the obscene sounds of his slowing, wet thrusts, your breathing relaxed, and he sighed into your ear.

“You’re very telling,” he smiled, eyes closing as he pulled out and gently settled himself beside you. “There's a very interesting pattern when you cum. I like to think of it as my favorite.” Immediately, he settled himself right by your heart, an ear to your chest as if to listen. “But it’s just as comforting in the afterglow…”

With a soft laugh, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Am I?” you shook your head slightly. There was a small smile on your face. “But you’ve always known it, Zayne. From the start, my heart had only ever beat for you.”

He looked up this time, the love and adoration in his eyes clearer to you than it has ever been.

“I know,” he murmured. “And I like hearing it. Just for me.”

The moonlight illuminated many things.

Now, it cast both your bodies in an ethereal glow, settled together in an intimate, loving embrace.

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[cor-obscenum]

I'll violate you (in the most sensual way)

Image from Pexels, edited. Title is from "It's All Tears (Drown in this love) by HIM.

Pairing: Terzo x AFAB!reader

Summary: you're a virgin, he's experienced. You're just a Sibling of Sin, he's Papa. And both of you are EAGER for it, to open your arms and drown in lust.

Contents: 18+, smut, loss of virginity, slow and sensual foreplay, massage (reader receiving), body worship (mutual), oral sex (reader receiving), PIV sex, aftercare, pillow talk, love confessions, cardiophilia.

Word count: 3.176

Read on AO3

“Satan, please, make that end well" You thought, silently walking through the hallways of the Ministry, awash in pure nervousness. It was late at night and the hallways were almost empty, with only a few sleepy faces making their way to their quarters. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your face neutral and praying to Satan below that you wouldn't encounter Sister Imperator or Papa Nihil on the way.

You were thinking about him, as usual.

The other Siblings of Sin never talked about that, but certainly noticed the sexual tension between you and Terzo during Unholy Mass, when you were face to face and he fed you unholy communion, looking deep into your eyes and uttering “body of Lucifer”. Under the dim light of the candles, it was still noticeable how your eyes sparkled and your face blushed charmingly as he placed the wafer into your mouth. For a while, your feelings remained hidden inside your chest. For all that time, it was a silent pining. You couldn't help but feel jealous when watching him give attention to other Siblings, flirt with his ghouls and do that one gesture during “Cirice” - that damn gesture was the worst. He would look deep into the eyes of a girl from the crowd and place her hand against his chest, right upon his heart. What wouldn't you give to be that girl: having his whole attention to you only, feeling his heart beating and, to top it off, earning a kiss to your knuckles.

You stopped for a short moment to pick up your phone and check your messages. You took a last look at the directions to the papal suite, only to be certain, and took a deep breath.

You remember, with a little embarrassment, the first time he talked to you outside of Mass: he said he liked your shoes, you blushed like a tomato and fumbled with words. Then another day, he said good morning and complimented your hair. The interactions were becoming more and more frequent, and soon you found yourselves strolling through Primo's garden, talking about your lives. And then one night he kissed your cheek goodnight. And then one day he gave you flowers. And then there's that afternoon, when he invited you to his Papal suite for a glass of wine. You accepted, and then a mix of dread and excitement took over you; there was going to be sex, you had no doubt about it. But it was going to be your first time. Like, ever.

Your mind was a chaos of reminiscences, fantasies and expectations as you kept walking, getting closer to the destination. You could feel your heart rate increasing with the anxiety.

Vittorio “Terzo” Emeritus. That was certainly a name for a Papa, you thought. Could a guy named Joe or Jeff become Papa? Very unlikely, in your opinion. And neither would a guy who wasn't as good-looking and charismatic as him.

And finally, you arrived at your destination. Two tall, beautifully ornate doors, like a bodice ready to be ripped. You knocked three times, heart pounding in your chest, and awaited.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, the doors finally opened, and in front of you were two mismatched eyes - one green, one white - a full head of black hair slicked back, a face stripped out of its usual paint with wrinkles denouncing its age (which were so sexy to you) and a wide grin. That smile, that damn smile.

- Buona sera. - Terzo greeted you, his voice husky. - It's a pleasure to see you. Please, come in.

- Thank you, Papa. - you muttered.

You explored the room with your eyes, admiring the beautiful decorations and furniture to keep your mind distracted from the nervousness you felt. Terzo closed the doors and picked up a bottle of wine and two glasses from the mini fridge, approaching you with an affable smile.

- Would you care for a drink? - he offered. - This is a nice Cabernet Sauvignon from Chile. 2013 harvest.

- Yes, please. - you took a glass from his hand.

A few minutes of small talk and timid sips of wine ensued. Your eyes studied the figure that sat right next to you on the small sofa in front of the bed. Black shirt, carefully unbuttoned revealing a bit of hairy chest. Hair slicked back. Timely smiles and laughs. That blasè attitude that drove you crazy. Oh, Terzo, sweet, sexy, commanding, cheeky, annoying Terzo. Why did he do that to you?

Then, the subject of, well, matters of the heart came to the conversation.

- Eh, Terzo, may I ask you something… Personal? - you asked.

- Sure, go ahead.

- Are you dating someone?

He chuckled at the question, earning an anxious frown from you.

- Well, if I was dating someone, I wouldn't have invited you over. - he replied. - I want to get to know you better.

You didn't reply, simply taking a deep breath. That answer tranquilized you a little, but wasn't enough to make you completely calm.

- Now if you don't mind, may I ask you a personal question now? - he asked.

- Sure…

- Tell me, has it been a long time since you got, well, intimate with someone?

You froze, blushing.

- Eh, well, it's a little complicated… - you replied nervously.

Silence. Awkward silence.

- Actually, I'm… A virgin. - you finally confessed, embarrassed.

- Oh, I see. - Terzo replied calmly.

Once again, silence. Awkward silence.

- You know, everything in our lives has its first time. - he broke the silence with a soft tone. - And when it comes to the matters of the heart and flesh, it has to happen when we feel ready for it.

- Yes, but in that case… Isn't it, eh, embarrassing that I haven't done it yet? - you asked.

- Not at all. - he replied. - As I said, it happens when you're ready.

Another interim of silence. Terzo looked deep into your eyes before getting really close, until his lips brushed your ear.

- And do you feel ready for it now? - he whispered, his voice deep and husky, sending goosebumps all over your skin.

- Yes… I'm ready. - you gasped out.

Both hearts were beating so hard inside your rib cages that your heartbeats were the only sound that could be heard in the room, along with the heavy breathing that came in and out of your nostrils.

Terzo placed a gloved hand on your shoulder, looking at you with a friendly smile.

- We don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay? - the Pope said softly, cupping your flushed, almost feverish face with the other hand. - Only when you're ready...

That said, he began to lightly knead your shoulder, probing your tension.

- You seem a little nervous... - he commented. - May I help you relax a little?

- Okay, but take it easy, please... - you replied, out of breath.

- It's just a massage. - he chuckled. - Nothing overly sexual yet, unless you really want it…

He opened a drawer and picked up a bottle of massage oil before helping you remove your habit and veil until you were only in your bra and underwear. You laid down on your stomach and closed your eyes, feeling his warm, oiled hands first knead between your shoulder blades, loosening the stiff muscles. You let out a sigh, enjoying the touch. Finally he was touching you, fulfilling your fantasies. His hands then skipped the area occupied by the band of your bra and moved to your lower back, where they kneaded getting dangerously close to your hips and ass. Damn. Arousal started to creep up in your lower belly, and you felt the first drops of wetness in your underwear.

- All done, that wasn't so bad, was it? - Terzo said, patting your back. - Now lie on your back.

You turned around, exposing your torso to him, having shaken off your shyness and swapping it for pure lust. Your desire spoke louder. You wanted his hands, his lips, his everything on your skin.

Terzo kissed your belly button sweetly, his lips easily sinking into the soft flesh. You felt his warm breath against your skin, which sent a shiver down your spine. Yes, yes, yes, it was finally happening, you thought. He nuzzled and kissed from your stomach upwards, until reaching the band of your bra, and pulled away slightly to face you.

- May I? - he asked politely.

- Yes, please…

His hands slid down your back to unclasp your bra and he removed it slowly, exposing your breasts. He cupped them with his hands, studying them, kneading the soft flesh while teasing the erect nubs of your nipples with his thumbs.

Your first moan escaped, spontaneously, as he delicately grazed the skin of your areola with his lips and planted a few kisses before latching on and sucking gently. The next moans came right after, as his tongue played with the hard nub in circles. His warm mouth felt like velvet against your nipple. You tangled your hands on his hair as he worked his way to the other nipple, repeating the operation. The arousal in your crotch increased the longer he spent sucking, licking and kissing.

He trailed kisses down your stomach until the band of your underwear, pulling it down with his teeth and uncovering your sex, already so wet and burning with arousal. But he had to ask for your permission first.

- May I?

- Yes, yes…

He pulled away for you to remove your underwear and spread your legs open, exposing your awaiting cunt. He kissed the inside of your thighs, trailing up to your labia, which he first grazed softly with his lips, teasing you with his warm breath. Then he finally tasted your juices, parting the folds with his tongue, licking his way up to your clit and stimulating it more vigorously. Your breathy moans were almost turning into screams as he pleasured you with his deft tongue, eagerly lapping at your clit. Your hands still tangled in his hair, you gasped out a string of yes, yes, yes, signaling your pleasure as the first orgasm approached. And then it came, naturally but violently, rocking your whole body.

- I'm c-cumming! - you shouted, gasping for air, as you climaxed.

Climax hit you like a bell curve, finally tapering down and being replaced by the most blissful post-orgasm glow. Terzo pulled away upon hearing your breathing slow down and gave you time to recover before going for another round, petting your hair as he waited.

- Now that I've touched your body, would you like to explore mine? - he asked with a smirk.

- Oh, yes, please. - you basically begged.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bare torso, and you felt your breath catch in your lungs as you saw that gorgeous body being slowly exposed before you.

- Your turn. - he muttered, parting the shirt open to put his torso on display. - Touch me as you please.

Passively, he watched you examine his body for a long time, first with your eyes, then with your hands. A little awkwardly, you placed your hands flat on his chest and took a deep breath.

He was real, you thought. That man, whom you had envisioned taking off his shirt so many times in your fantasies, seemed more real than ever under your touch.

Terzo smiled and gently took your hands, guiding them slowly over his torso, letting you feel every detail of his body. The warmth, the fast heartbeat, the movements of his breathing, the hair covering his chest, the tempting nubs of his erect nipples, the softness of his stomach - you were in pure ecstasy with all those sensations.

You couldn't take it anymore. Without hesitation, you pressed your lips against Terzo's, kissing him passionately before trailing kisses down his neck. You closed your eyes and focused on the sensations of every inch of skin you ran with your lips and tongue over. The relief of his Adam's apple, the accelerated pulse of his carotid artery, the sound of his breathing, which was also beginning to accelerate, and his scent, that intoxicating scent that you never got tired of inhaling with each intake of breath.

There it was: that chest sculpted by Satan himself, bare and heaving, right before your eyes. You buried your face in it, gently nuzzling it with your cheek and relishing in the feeling of the soft hairs that adorned his skin. You pressed your ear against his sternum and heard his heartbeat, so fast that it seemed to want to break through his rib cage. Thumpthumpthump. That was music to your ears. You let out a sigh as you listened to his heart pumping, signaling how excited he was. After a few seconds of relishing in that sweet little sound, you pulled away to give attention to another pretty thing on his chest.

His perky, perfect nipple. You wrapped your lips around the dark pink areola and tasted it, running your tongue eagerly over the delicate, soft flesh, eliciting breathy moans from the raven-haired man. And then you latched on, sucking greedily like a hungry baby.

- Ow… Take it easy, bebè, or you'll hurt me. I only have two of these - Terzo said with a giggle.

You pulled away a little startled, but Terzo's serene expression reassured you. You moved to the other nipple, this time sucking more gently. You worked your tongue around the nub while your hand caressed below his pec, feeling the Pope's fast, excited heartbeat. Terzo cooed and moaned softly, his hand petting your hair as if saying “good girl”.

- Mmm, you really do know how to turn a Papa on, even though it's your first time. - he praised you between moans.

After enjoying his nipples, you moved down to his belly, which you kissed and nuzzled with your cheek, relishing in the soft, hairy skin. He let out a sigh as he felt your warm mouth trail wet, sloppy kisses all over his stomach, lingering on his bellybutton and happy trail, until reaching the band of his pants. Now, it was your turn to ask for permission.

- May I? - you asked, grabbing the zipper on the fly.

- Thy will be done! - Terzo replied with excitement.

You opened the zipper and pulled down his pants, your hand moving to feel up his erect cock trapped in the underwear while looking up to face Terzo. He let himself be felt over the fabric, looking into your eyes and giving you his terrible smirk.

- Like what you feel? - he asked smugly.

- Oh, yes… I want this cock inside me.

- Really? Are you sure about that?

- I've never been more sure in my life.

- Thy will be done, then!

You laid down on the bed and spread your legs open, inviting him, while he finished undressing and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squeezed a generous amount of lube on his cock, lathering it on the gel, and finally came close to you.

- Is missionary position okay? - he asked breathily.

- It's fine… I just want your cock inside me. - you replied.

- Very well, dolcezza.

He first started fingering your cunt, stretching the walls gently, probing your reactions. Your moans were like a green light, and he proceeded to penetrate with his cock, filling up your awaiting hole. You let out a loud gasp as you felt the girth and pulse of his cock inside you and he started thrusting, gradually increasing the tempo. His face close to your ear, you could hear his breathing increasing and him moaning softly. Yes, yes, yes, you moaned. It was finally happening, and it felt so good.

You dragged your nails up and down Terzo's back, and he hissed with the sensation - it hurt, but it hurt deliciously. Gasps and moans filled the air, hearts pounding, pleasure running all over your bodies like an electric current. Each nerve ending in your bodies was like a bare wire. You wanted each other so badly, so badly.

- I'm gonna cum! - Terzo announced as he felt the orgasm approach. However, your climax wasn't picking up at the same pace as his.

- Can you wait a little longer for me to cum? - you asked between gasps.

- Sure, dolcezza…

You felt Terzo's load spurt from his cock inside you, but he kept thrusting until you came. Finally, it came like a bell curve, and you announced it with a loud moan as it hit its peak.

- I came… - you gasped out as post-orgasm glow fell upon you.

Terzo pulled away and laid down on your side, kissing you softly. He patted his chest for you to rest your head and you followed through, listening as his fast heartbeat slowed down to a normal pace. Thumpthumpthump. The most beautiful music in the world.

Terzo allowed you to take a few minutes to bask in post-coital glow before breaking the silence:

- You wanna hear a secret? - He whispered.

- Mm-hm.

- I love you so much, dolcezza. - his fingers ran through your hair. - I love you so much it hurts.

Love... That word, on that fateful moment flooded your brain with oxytocin amidst the violent passion that dominated your being. It was happening: Terzo was confessing his feelings for you. You felt so loved, so welcomed and so accepted, that the emotion brought a tear to your eyes, which ran down your face and fell on Terzo's skin.

- Amore, what's wrong? - he asked, concern in his voice.

You didn't know how to respond. It was a contradictory emotion: joy and pain at the same time. Your world was turned upside down. You were used to being in the position of admirer, a face in the crowd, but in the end Terzo chose you. Like the girl he chose during “Cirice”. You were that girl.

- Tell me, love. - the Pope insisted with a sweet voice, outlining your face with his fingers. - Are you worried about something? Is it because of what the other Siblings of Sin will think? We can work it out.

- It's not that, Terzo, it's just that… I didn't expect you to actually love me.

- Well, it may take a while for you to come to terms with that. But I assure you that my love for you is true. - he planted a kiss on your head.

You wondered if Terzo was being sincere or manipulating you. But in fact, the former was happening. Terzo liked your company, and his heart always found peace when he was with you. You were his safe haven amidst the chaos that was his busy routine as Papa Emeritus, combined with his family dramas with his brothers and his father.

- You're safe here with me, silly. There's no need to be afraid. - Terzo finished, running his fingers through your hair.

You snuggled back into Terzo's chest and closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds his body was making. The steady, gentle rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you; it was as if each beat said "I'm here, I'm here" right in your ears. The air coming in and out of his lungs was like the sea crashing against the shore, melodious and deep.

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[loremixer]

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[caressedcardia]

Roleplay blues

As i play more and more, twisting my image and code to for into more and more fetishes, Ive lost track of who or what I was. Even I don't know what I enjoy anymore.

I've played every possible scenario when it comes to cardiophilia. There is simply nothing left to play.

In case I haven't mentioned it before to my dear followers, I'm pan. Meaning that if the partirs in the play are consenting adults, I'll play. I don't care if you're a boy, girl, transvestite, steampunk robot, whatever. I'm gendetfluid. I'm whatever you want me to be.

So many scenarios, I feel like thrle devil itself.

That being said, hit me up if you have a scenario that you couldn't find other players for.

[onouwu]

I added some more options and AI images so you can visualize the characters until I find a way to commission the scenes themselves. You can now finish the mission at least, though I have to add a bunch of options there.

[heart-gamer]

ONE OF THE BEST CARDIOPHILE STORIES

You've been trying your best not to let the woman sitting next to you on the plane affect you, but she's far too stunning to let that happen. From the moment her lush, round bottom rubbed up against you on the way to her window seat (her thank you in response to you politely standing up to let her go by sounding as sensual as silk) your blood has been on fire.

You piece together the rest of her appearance by the (hopefully) sly, sneak peeks you've been taking to the right of you: wild ebony curls surrounding a flawless caramel complexion; almond-shaped eyes with a tigress-like tilt at the corners; an upturned nose, and a broad, full lower lip paired with a cupid's bow shaped upper lip. The voluptuous breasts (jiggling at the scooped neckline of her jersey shirt) generous hips, and thick thighs that perfectly complemented that gorgeous fat ass of hers, has you lying your jacket across your lap as though you're a pre-teen instead of a grown man on his way back from a transatlantic business conference. If you were actually able to stand, you'd try to move to the empty aisle seat beside you, or settle yourself with a quick jerk-off in the lavatory.

Except jerking off was getting old. It's all you've been doing to quell your sexual frustration, and alleviate the stress that came from your recent promotion at work, the latter leaving you little time for a social life to take care of the former. For the first time since you'd lost your virginity, you were in a drought. All your friends used to be jealous of how frequently you got laid. But now it's been months since you have, and it's been driving you crazy. All that pent up energy within you was easy to ignore when you were distracted with work, but once you got into bed, the hot blood that seared throughout your veins fueled your pounding heart; you could feel it against your chest, see it pushing against your shirt, hear it in your ears. The sensation of it all always got you horny, because of your heartbeat fetish; thanks to PornHub, you discovered that this is called cardiophilia, and that there's plenty of videos in that category. Before then, you'd just been using a cheap stethoscope you'd purchased on Amazon and used it to listen to your own heart as you masturbated (but never used during your sexual encounters, because you worried it'd weird out the women you were with). At first, those videos gave you more than enough material to satiate all that unleashed lust, but it didn't come close to replacing the touch of a woman.

And the one next to you is exactly what you need.

Shortly after take off, the woman puts in earbuds - and falls asleep in minutes with her head propped against the window. The posture exposes her long, graceful throat, and the vein that throbs there rapidly. Even more tantalizing is the sight of her heartbeat moving very visibly beneath her skin, thrusting through the thin fabric of her shirt, making the tops of her breasts tremble. It's like one of your fetish videos brought to life, right before you, a fantasy practically at your fingertips, yet one you can't quite touch. Or ignore.

The wild pounding of your own heart increases with each second even as you try to keep your breathing under control, stifling a moan as your cock begins thumping and straining against your jeans. You force your eyes closed, hoping to will away your latent arousal, but it's too late - the image of the woman's pulse pumping away in her throat is burned into your memory. And despite yourself, you begin to imagine what it would be like to lay her down, slowly removing her top to reveal the rest of her gorgeous breasts, watching her heart beating between them, then taking your stethoscope and pressing it right to that sweet spot, the cold diaphragm raising goose bumps on her smooth skin, causing her nipples to harden...you'd feel the diaphragm moving up and down between your fingers...then you'd slip in the earpieces of the stethoscope and listen to her heart pound away, deep and loud and thumpy and fast...and then you'd slide your fingers inside her where she'd be moist and creamy and ready...the faster your fingers moved, the faster her heart would pound...thump thump thump thump thump thump...you'd feel her heart pushing hard against that diaphragm as your fingers went deeper inside her, thrusting in and out, in and out...thump thump thump thump thump thump...she'd arch her back and start to moan, coating your fingers with the sweet honey inside her...thump thump thump thump thump thump...you'd hear her heart start to go out of control, hear her getting closer and closer to the brink as the sound of her heartbeat became deafening...

Your eyes pop open just when the orgasm tears through you; you grit your teeth, both hands clinging to the armrests, biting your lower lip to stifle a shout, squeezing your knees together as you cum hard in your pants, for what seems like ages.

Spent, you slump back into your seat, waiting for your breathing to normalize and the insane hammering of your heart to slow down. Once you're much calmer, you risk yet another glance at the woman beside you. She's still asleep, except you can swear - if you're not mistaken - that there's a hint of a smile on her lips.

[extremehb]

The Crossbow Serial killer

This is an experiment I wanted to try to see if I could tweak Artificial intelligence to write a dark cardiophilia story for me....and it worked pretty well in my opinion! Please let me know your thoughts!

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At the tender age of 21, Bianca possessed an undeniable allure that captivated all who laid eyes upon her. With her porcelain skin glowing softly under the moonlight, Bianca exuded an ethereal beauty that seemed to belong to another realm.

It was a warm summer night, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers and anticipation. Bianca, adorned in a flowing white summer dress that cascaded gently around her slender form, walked with an effortless grace that turned heads and stirred hearts. The dress, crafted with delicate lace and adorned with intricate floral patterns, seemed to accentuate her every curve and highlight her natural elegance.

As she strolled along the familiar path toward her home, a shimmering smile played upon her lips. Her hazel eyes, sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, scanned her surroundings with a keen sense of observation. Tonight, Bianca yearned for a touch of adventure, a departure from her routine existence.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she decided to take an unconventional route, opting to venture through a small forest nestled in the heart of the city. The dense canopy of trees whispered promises of enchantment and mystery, beckoning her to step into its verdant embrace. Unfazed by the darkness that lay ahead, Bianca pressed forward, her spirit soaring with anticipation.

As she walked deeper into the forest, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a luminescent veil upon her delicate features. Her radiant beauty, accentuated by the contrast of the ethereal light, seemed to illuminate the path before her. The white dress, now kissed by the gentle caress of moonbeams, appeared to shimmer with a celestial aura, lending her an almost otherworldly charm.

Bianca's mind danced with a kaleidoscope of thoughts and musings. Her steps were light and nimble, as if each footfall carried her closer to the secrets of the universe. She pondered the mysteries of life, the ebb and flow of time, and the boundless potential that lay within her own being. The forest, once an unfamiliar territory, now became a canvas upon which her imagination painted vivid scenes of wonder and discovery.

While traversing the winding path, a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, causing her hair to sway and dance with an ethereal grace. Her long, ebony locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight, framing her face with an almost regal elegance. In the midst of the nocturnal symphony, Bianca's thoughts soared, blending seamlessly with the melody of nature's own creation.

With every step, Bianca's radiant presence seemed to grow, enveloping the forest with an enchanting aura. Her slim figure moved with a natural fluidity, as if she were a creature of grace and beauty, a living embodiment of the divine feminine. Each stride exuded confidence and poise, a testament to her unwavering spirit and inner strength.

As Bianca ventured deeper into the forest, a sudden unshakable feeling of being watched crept over her. The rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl intensified her unease. She quickened her pace, her delicate footsteps now echoing with urgency.

Her breath grew labored, a mix of exhilaration and anxiety filling her lungs. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, its rhythm mirroring her escalating fear. The moon's ethereal glow cast eerie shadows, heightening her imagination and evoking a sense of impending danger.

Images of the infamous crossbow serial killer flashed through Bianca's mind, the chilling stories she had read in the newspapers. She couldn't help but wonder if the presence she felt was connected to those terrifying tales.

Instinctively, Bianca broke into a sprint, her white dress billowing behind her like a ghostly apparition. The forest path twisted and turned, each step propelling her further away from perceived peril. Panic surged through her veins, driving her to escape the clutches of an unknown pursuer.

Meanwhile, hidden among the trees, the figure followed, stealthy and relentless. His eyes fixated on Bianca's every move, captivated by her beauty and the allure of the chase. He reveled in the fear that danced in her eyes, a twisted fascination fueling his pursuit.

With each passing moment, the distance between them closed. He relished in the details of her form—the gentle curve of her waist, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the delicate contours of her face. His predatory nature reveled in the power he held over her, an ominous presence lurking just beyond her awareness.

Bianca's heart pounded in her ears as she strained to outrun her pursuer. Fear and desperation propelled her forward, driving her to find sanctuary and escape this nightmare. The forest, once a place of tranquility and serenity, now transformed into a labyrinth of terror.

The moonlit path seemed endless, every twist and turn an echo of her anguish. Her legs burned, but she pushed herself beyond her limits, her will to survive overpowering her fatigue. With each stride, she yearned for the safety of her home, the embrace of familiarity, and the chance to shake off the specter haunting her.

Yet, the pursuer persisted, relishing in the chase. His presence lingered just out of sight, an enigma in the darkness. The thrill of the hunt surged through his veins, the prospect of capturing his prey overwhelming his senses.

As Bianca was about to emerge from the depths of the forest, her lungs gasping for air, hope ignited within her, lending her faltering steps newfound strength.

But fate had a different plan. In the final moments of her desperate escape, a branch snapped beneath her foot, betraying her presence. The pursuer seized the opportunity, his dark figure lunging forward with a primal instinct. In that instant, their worlds collided.

Bianca's heart raced as she stood with her back pressed against the rough bark of an oak tree. She couldn't believe her eyes, for just thirty feet away stood the notorious crossbow serial killer, his cold gaze fixed upon her. Fear gripped her entire being, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly with each breath. Her trembling hand covered her mouth, muffling the gasps that escaped her lips.

From the twisted perspective of the crossbow serial killer, he relished in the sight of Bianca's vulnerability. His eyes traced every detail, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the graceful curve of her legs, and the strands of dark hair that clung to her forehead. The fear in her eyes only fueled his sinister delight.

With practiced precision, the killer loaded an arrow into his crossbow, the metallic click sending a shiver down Bianca's spine. The tension in the air was palpable as he aimed directly at her heart, the center of her chest. Time seemed to stand still as he took in the sight of her, ready to release the deadly projectile that would seal her fate.

Their eyes locked in a moment of intensity, the crossbow serial killer standing mere feet away from Bianca. The tension in the air was palpable as fear coursed through her veins, her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest. Every beat echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the danger she faced.

As Bianca's breath quickened, her body trembled with adrenaline. She could feel her pulse racing against her ribcage, threatening to burst through the confines of her chest. The weight of the impending doom hung heavily over her, consuming her thoughts and paralyzing her movements.

The crossbow serial killer, a sinister figure in the shadows, relished in the power he held over her. His eyes traced every inch of her, savoring the vulnerability that radiated from her trembling form. He found pleasure in her fear, reveling in the control he wielded over her very existence.

He took a deep breath then pulled the trigger and the arrow flew in silence and penetrated her sternum and heart like butter, pinning her against the tree. Bianca felt the terrifying moment when her ventricles were torn apart by the metal arrow. Her mouth opened in a silent cry and her eyes filled with tears while she looked down at her chest as life quickly drained out of her body. She could see the protruding arrow standing out of her sternum right in the middle of her chest as her red blood quickly started to pour out of her heart soaking her white dress with her liquid life. She could feel the warm, wet feeling of her blood on her breasts and stomach while the last thing she felt was her final heartbeat taking the life away from her vulnerable, delicate and fragile body…    

[massarcadia]

getting top image on the #cardiophilia tag was... honestly not something i really expected today, holy hell. i'm glad that y'all liked that piece a lot! tysm everyone

[trashiestpossum]

hi! you can call me possum. this is a hornyposting/kink blog and will contain a lot of adult content. MINORS DNI. no age in bio/pinned = blocked. no exceptions.

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🌱🍄 about me: 🍄🌿 late 30s. demisexual and bi. AuDHD (probably). gender is ehh. pronouns are she/they, but subject to change. owned submissive in a happy relationship. monogamous. i am slow to respond to messages, but i am open to chatting with fellow kinksters, so my ask box is open for now. however, i am not interested in playing with you or exchanging pictures, so if i start getting dick pics/rude messages, i might close it.

✨💖 likes: 💖✨ free use, edging, short term denial, forced orgasms, overstimulation, breeding, bdsm, hypnosis, brainwashing, braindrain, dronification, latex, nipple play, cockwarming, objectification, cardiophilia, breathplay

🚫 hard limits: 🚫 ddlg/any other ageplay, toilet stuff, spit, underage, incest, bestiality

NO TERFS/PEDOS/NAZIS/RACISTS/BIGOTS. You will be blocked on sight.

i will update this post as i think of more things to add!

[stethingdave]

I love this! Thank you moonblossm.

[cardiophileanonymous]

Late Night Errands Chapter 1

Mulder x Reader

Summary: The reader is a paralegal preparing to help defend her client on trial in a week. The stress has finally convinced her to go out and get a stethoscope to help calm her down. Little does she know a certain agent was watching her out while she was out late at night, and it makes her a prime suspect in his eyes.

Y/n= your name

Y/f/n Y/l/n= your first and last name

B/f/n= your best friend’s name

...

Y/n slammed the door shut then started to punch the sides of the steering wheel. What in the world was going through her mind? Of course this store wouldn’t have any stethoscopes! Even if it was a pharmacy. People don’t have stuff like that lying around in their homes. Not normal people, anyway. What was she gonna say to the employee when they inevitably asked why she was looking for one? “Oh, I don’t need one, I just want it for my weird-ass heartbeat kink!” Yeah, that was one conversation she didn’t want to have.

She silently stared at the moon for a few brief moments. Why couldn’t she have a normal kink like everyone else? Like feet, maybe. It still would’ve been weird, but dammit, at least she’d be able to find porn of it. The best she could find easily was cardiophilia fanfiction, and even then, it was scarce.

She snuck glances around the parking lot. Nobody in sight. So hopefully, nobody would notice the blush on her face when she brought up an hour long “asmr heartbeat” video for the sake of calming herself down.

She smiled in bliss. When a heartbeat was in the background, it was like everything melted away. She groaned in frustration when she heard a text from her friend, B/f/n.

Don’t forget we’re having lunch tomorrow! I’m taking your mind off that trial if it’s the last thing I do!

She was double pissed now that the stress of last week filled her head. She was a paralegal, and one of her clients was set to go on trial less than a week from now. It was the oddest case she’d ever seen. The case of Bill Brown.

The man had killed exactly one-hundred people in the span of less than half a year. And the details he gave were chilling. They were vivid and graphic. So, he must’ve been a sociopath or something, right? Well he was super remorseful. And upon turning himself in, that’s right, turning himself in, he sobbed for three days straight. What’s strangest was he claimed he didn’t know they happened until the memories came back to him that night.

She wouldn’t have believed it either, if he didn’t point to bodies that hadn’t been found yet. He helped officers uncover at least a quarter of his victims.

It gave everyone working in his defense a headache. Argue innocence and a false confession? He flat out admitted details the public didn’t know. Did they argue insanity? He seemed pretty fucking sane during interviews and psych evaluations. Self defense? Not in a million years.

What got at her was the genuine feeling he was innocent, and that someone, or something, could be out there. The idea of being out there in the city alone with it out and about gave her the creeps.

“Whatever,” she whispered, turning the audio up so she could return to her blissful ignorant state. Where everything melted away. Where she was actually pretty happy with a smile on her face. With that, she began to drive away.

…

All she could think about when she finished getting dressed was the trial. The trial, the trial, the trial. This was gonna be the biggest train wreck she would ever see in her career, and she had only become a paralegal a mere three years ago. She didn’t envy the defense attorneys she was working under.

Her thoughts were interrupted by three knocks at the door. Strange, she wasn’t expecting anyone today, except for B/f/n, and she was always late for everything.

She looked through the peephole to see two people in fancy clothing outside. She opened the door just a crack.

“H-hello��?”

“Y/f/n Y/l/n,” the man asked. Y/n nodded hesitantly. The man speaking held up the badge and the woman behind him did the same. “Agents Mulder and Skully, FBI. We have a few questions about your client. The one who’s set to go on trial next week.”

She turned her head to the side.

“I’m sorry, I think you might be mistaken. I-I’m not an attorney, I’m just a paralegal.”

“Oh, we’re not mistaken. That’s exactly why we wanted to talk to you.”

She looked inside her apartment real quick, then back at them.

“Okay… come on in. Just come in quickly so the cat doesn’t get out. She has a habit of running outside.”

She was internally grateful that her friend talked her into going out for lunch. She would’ve felt embarrassed if she had had to talk to these well dressed professionals in her pajamas. Skully knelt down, petting Y/n’s cat that had just walked up to the two.

“Um… would you like tea or anything? I’m about to make some for myself now.”

Skully lifted up one of her hands while she let the small animal nuzzle into her other one.

“That won’t be necessary. We plan to be out as soon as possible.”

“O-okay… um... I’m guessing you’re here to ask about Bill Brown?”

Mulder nodded.

“That’s correct.”

“I… don’t really understand. He’s set to go on trial less than a week from now. Why is the FBI getting involved? I thought this was settled, more or less.”

“We think he may be the wrong guy. We’re investigating a series of murders strikingly similar to the ones he supposedly committed a year and a half ago. We need to look at some of the previous evidence and cross examine it with the crimes happening now.”

She still seemed unconvinced.

“Why haven’t you gone to my firm? Or better yet, the police? I-I’m sure they have everything on file.”

Mulder shook his head.

“The lawyers won’t speak to us. And the police department doesn’t want to reopen the investigation when they’re so close to closing it. They don’t want to cause panic.”

She nodded. That actually wasn’t that hard a story to believe, considering the people she worked with on a daily basis. She just looked around the room.

“Okay… you might want to rethink my offer about the tea, then. And have a seat. Because this’ll take a long time.”

...

She presented them with a long list of documents. Some images, most legal papers. She pulled out the two things that were most of interest to her, a map of where the killings took place as well as a few images of supposed murder weapons.

“I’m not really sure what you’re looking for, so here's everything, I guess.”

Skully started flipping through the legal papers, reading passages of the man’s confession. Y/n’s cat slipped under Skully’s arms and laid on her lap as she continued to read. Mulder took a keen eye to the map.

“When did these murders take place?”

“Um, September 14th through February 10th, sir.”

“And he moved here the day these murders started, correct?”

“C-c-correct. You… didn’t already know this?”

“Oh I did. I just wanted to make sure you did. Encyclopedic knowledge of a case is the sign of a good paralegal, don’t you think?”

“Oh!” She let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Thanks…”

“Tell me, Y/n. What do you think happened?”

“Well, the evidence clearly shows he’s guilty, so… we are going to be arguing that he did these crimes due to mania and insanity.”

“No, Y/n. What do you really think?”

She looked down, and started to get finicky. She sat up straight.

“I think he’s innocent… and I have a theory about what happened. But… I don’t think anyone would believe me.”

Skully raised an eyebrow.

“Why haven’t you brought it up with any of the defense attorneys?”

She looked away, then back at the both of them.

“You won’t… tell anyone, right? I don’t wanna lose my job because everyone thinks I’m crazy.”

Mulder nodded expectantly.

“Of course not. Now, what did you find?”

She flipped through the papers.

“While they were at his house… they found a lot of these DVDs.” She was somewhat mumbling under her breath. When she pulled out the image she presented it to Mulder. “I’ve looked them up and they’re all from a lesser known hypnotist.”

Mulder read the bottom of the DVD covers.

“Hannah Martin?”

“...yes. I’ve tried to find those specific DVDs myself, on her website or Amazon or whatnot, but, uh, I can’t find them.”

“Why do you find these significant?”

“Um… Skully, was it? May I please have the written interview?”

She handed it to her. Now that her hands were free, Skully began to pet the cat sitting on her legs, who purred in appreciation. She cleared her throat and began to read.

“Bill said ‘I moved to start a new life, I tried to smile every day, I helped my neighbors, I listened to hypnosis videos every night before bed to make me a better person. I did my best to turn my life around… but I guess I was a monster this whole time. Last night, my memories came back to me in my dreams. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…’”

Mulder nodded.

“So you think that the hypnosis videos he watched before bed may have mind controlled or influenced him into committing these crimes overnight?”

Her face began to turn red and a wave of feeling stupid hit her.

“I’m sorry! I know that sounds insane!”

“No, not to me.” She was in awe. He was actually entertaining her insane supernatural idea? “How far have you looked into this Hanna Martin?”

“You have to pay at least five-hundred dollars for her to create a hundred and fifty custom sessions to send to you personally through DVDs. Um, the first alleged murder was one hundred and forty-nine days before the last alleged murder. That day he confessed would be day one hundred and fifty.”

Mulder seemed incredibly interested. He gazed down at the image he was holding.

“Thank you for bringing this information to my attention. Can you please scan this and make a copy for me? I want to see if I can track down these DVDs.”

“O-okay!”

She was a little excited that her idea was being entertained. And, aside from that, this agent was very cute! So he was cute and as conspiracy crazy as she was?! She smiled like a dope when she was no longer being watched, her back to the two. She began making the copy.

“Another question for you, Y/n.”

She gulped. Something about this man saying her name made her stomach drop.

“Y-yeah…?”

“Do you go out at night often?”

The feeling of her stomach dropping was now from fear.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw your car parked outside the local drugstore late last night, any reason for it?”

She swallowed, hard. She was going for ulterior motives, but she was relieved she had something to fall back on.

“I was getting my medication. Um, I can show you if you want proof?”

“There’s no need to. But midnight is fairly late to be running errands like that, don’t you think?”

She breathed in.

“I couldn’t sleep. So I thought I might as well do something productive.”

He nodded. She turned to look at him, but she couldn’t quite read his face. Was he insinuating what she thought he was? Or was this all in her head? If he thought she was involved, he was probably crazy. She just laid out all this evidence to prove her client innocent, and possibly even helped point to the real killer, yet he thought she might be the guilty one?

“Did you happen to purchase anything from this hypnotist?”

“No, I don’t have that kind of money… and besides, i-if I am right, I don’t know if I would want to get anything from her.”

“Mhm.”

Her dopey smile and blush was gone by the time she handed the copied image to Mulder.

“I’m not sure about the legality of this…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll deal with it.”

She was a bit angry when they left. B/f/n was a bit confused walking in.

“What happened?”

“Ugh! The stupid FBI is involved in the case now. They wanted to see some stuff.”

She tilted her head to the side and her nose crinkled in disbelief.

“The FBI?”

“I don’t know either! Just… help me pick up these papers. Actually, don’t! I need to make sure they’re all in order before court in a few days!”

She nodded as Y/n began to put everything as they were supposed to be.

“...that guy was kind of cute.”

She sighed.

“I thought that, too. But actually, he’s a dick.”

[cor-obscenum]

Did the part 1 of this fic leave you begging for more? I got you covered.

Behind the Grucifix- Part 2

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x GN reader

Summary: after getting caught red handed, you and Cardi decide to spend the night at your place. You're in the mood for more lovemaking, but he's not. How can you come to an agreement?

Tags: 18+, MDNI, smut, massages, cardiophilia, oral sex (M receiving)

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You both arrive at your apartment in silence, as the awkwardness and embarrassment over the incident you've had about an hour ago still lingers in the air. Copia has a scowl and a slight blush on his face, looking mortified over getting caught in an act that was, well, too intimate for public spaces. And you - woe is you - are so frustrated. So much pent-up arousal from being interrupted in the middle of worshiping your beloved Cardinal's body has made you quite annoyed as well.

You both sit at the sofa and you lovingly wrap an arm around Copia's shoulder, leaning on him and fiddling with the pellegrina of his cassock. How much you love that cassock, not even Freud could explain; to you, it's the sexiest garment in the world, it flatters Copia's body so well and looks more enticing than any fancy lingerie. What would you give to strip him of that cassock? Anything. However, your dear Cardinal doesn't look in the mood for that. He's staring at the floor, still embarrassed, and doesn't get the cue that you're thirsty for more, so you take the initiative.

-Amore, I wanna fuck. - you whisper seductively into his ear.

-I'm really sorry, tesorino, but ever since we got caught… And that face Secondo made at us… It totally killed my mood, you know? Maybe another time…

You reply with a disappointed "okay" and pout. Though frustrated, you empathize with him. As much as he loves you and loves to pleasure you, he has a reputation to uphold as a Cardinal, and cares a lot about his image, so it's more than understandable that such an incident upsets him so much.

-Wanna watch a movie to unwind, then? - you suggest, picking up the TV remote.

-Eh, okay. - he shrugs.

You turn on the TV, open the streaming app and choose something that looks funny and lighthearted. After a few minutes into the stupid rom-com you chose, Copia gets more comfortable on the couch and rests his back. You snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest and sliding your hand under his pellegrina. Then the comforting sound of his heartbeat fills up your ear and guides you into that pleasurable headspace of deep relaxation and slight arousal that you always feel from hearing his little chest jewel beat. You sigh, rubbing circles into his chest with your fingertips.

Copia blushes slightly as he feels the weight of your head on his chest, and tenses up his muscles, getting into flustered mode. Hearing his heart rate go up and his breathing hitch, you smile, relishing on it for a while, then pull away from his chest and move your hands up to his shoulders, kneading them.

-Poor baby, so stressed out… - you tease him, your fingers probing the tension on his shoulders. - What about I give you a massage?

-A m-massage?! - he sputters, his face turning a bright red.

-Mhm-hm. It's a nice way to relax, isn't it? We don't have to fuck, I'll just take the tension off from your tired muscles. You work so hard, it's only fair that I help you de-stress. - you reply kindly, smiling as you watch the growing blush in his face.

-Eh… Okay… That sounds, er, nice…

-Good boy. Let's go to my room, then. - you finish, turning off the TV.

Copia timidly follows you into your room and waits sitting on the bed as you rummage through a drawer in your bedside table, finally picking up a bottle of edible massage oil. His eyes widen in surprise when he notices it in your hand.

-Amore, er, what is this? - he points to the bottle.

-Oh, it's just a little oil to make my hands slide more easily through your skin. And it smells nice, too. - you reply, uncapping the bottle and holding it close to his nose.

Hearing the word "skin" and smelling the nice strawberry-and-cream scent of the oil, Copia's heart flutters in his chest and his face turns even redder. What are you going to do to him, he wonders?

-Now let's get these work clothes off and get into relaxation mode, shall we? - you purr, unhooking the Grucifix from his chest and palming his flushed face affectionately.

-Ehh, okay…

He removes his biretta and fumbles a little as he unbuttons his cassock, his face a deep crimson. The smile on your face grows wider as you watch him slowly undress until he's only in his trousers. There it is, his beautiful torso, uncovered and ready to be massaged. You take a moment to let your eyes feast on the sight of his soft, hairy chest and his cute bulging belly, both adorably covered in freckles. You just love every single curve of your Cardinal's body, no matter how insecure he might be about it, and crave to worship his form the way it deserves.

-Well done, my handsome boy. Now lay on your tummy for me, please.

Copia takes a deep breath and complies, putting his back on display for you. You squeeze a generous amount of oil onto his lower back and start rubbing your way up to his shoulder blades, lathering his skin with the sweet-smelling product. Once he's all oiled up, you start applying gentle pressure into his flesh, kneading with your thumbs in an upward motion, feeling his muscles slowly relax as your hands work on his soft skin. He lets out a few sighs of contentment as you massage him, his shyness and stress slowly going away under your touch. Then you start feeling friskier and pull the waistline of his pants down as if trying to remove them.

-Amore?! W-what are you doing?! - he asks, startled as he feels your hands drift dangerously close to his ass.

-I'm going to massage your glutes, Cardi. - you reply coyly. - There's a lot of built up tension in there. May I?

-Well, eh, okay… - he agrees, blushing.

You pull down his pants, exposing his plump ass in all its glory, and give it a firm squeeze before kneading the soft, supple flesh. Satanas knows how long you had craved that, to put your hands on those gorgeous mounds of his and give them the attention they demanded from you. You feel up his ass to your heart's content, eliciting little mewls of pleasure from him, his growing erection uncomfortably pressed against the mattress.

Then you cannot resist the tempting roundness of those cheeks and place an affectionate, yet eager bite into one of them, your teeth sinking gently and grazing the skin as you close your mouth into a kiss. Copia whimpers, startled yet aroused by your bold move. You start trailing kisses from his ass upwards, your tongue lapping at the skin and tasting the massage oil as you make your way up. Copia bites his lip, feeling violently flustered by your teases, his heart doing a workout inside his chest. When you finally reach the nape of his neck, you pull away.

-All done here. It wasn't that bad, was it? - you chuckle, patting his back. - Now turn around and lay on your back for me to give your chest and tummy some love, okay?

Copia obliges with a breathy "okay", laying on his back so his torso and erect cock are fully exposed. You remove his trousers and underwear that were down to half his legs, leaving him entirely naked, and pour some oil on his stomach. After coating his torso with the oil, you rub a few circles around his belly button, feeling his abdomen relax under your touch and hearing him exhale, before grabbing the sides of his waist and kneading his stomach with your thumbs. Feeling your fingers massage one of his most sensitive erogenous zones, Copia moans bashfully and his hard cock starts leaking with precum. You lean down and kiss his belly button sweetly, your lips sinking into the soft flesh as you keep kneading. You place several kisses on his belly, making sure to suck a few hickeys into it, giving in to your desire to worship it like you couldn't properly do in the hallways of the Ministry. Meanwhile, your poor Cardinal feels tortured. Lovingly so, in a limbo between heaven and hell from all your teasing.

You kiss your way up to his chest, cupping his pecs with your hands and kneading the muscles with your thumbs. You make sure to linger on his nipples, stimulating them with your fingertips, earning little whimpers and curses in Italian from the poor flustered Cardinal. Pressing your palm flat on his sternum, you get butterflies on your stomach as you feel the sweet flutter of his incredibly fast heartbeat. There it is, your little jewel, pounding hard against your hand, just like that time on the hallways of the Ministry.

-Please, amore… - he mumbles, his voice shaky. - Ti prego… I wanna fuck.

-You want what? - you tease him.

- F-fuck… I wanna f-fuck…

-So you've changed your mind, hmm? - you keep teasing with a smirk.

-Yes… Yes… P-per favore, I can't stand it anymore.

Your hand deftly slides down his oiled-up body and reaches his hard cock, stroking him with increasing speed. After a few pumps, you lean down to start using your mouth, teasingly working your tongue around the head, making sure to lick every drop of precum from his slit.

Copia lets out a deep, throaty moan as he feels you licking the head of his cock, his hands clutching the blankets of your bed. He feels like his soul is convulsing its way out of his body from the sheer pleasure. Meanwhile, you dive in, taking his length into your mouth and drooling profusely as you suck hard and slowly, increasing the tempo as his reactions become more blatant. His loud moans and sighs assure you of the great job you're doing, filling the room like music to your ears. Your skilled mouth feels like warm velvet on his cock.

Your tongue wiggles and slides over his shaft, slobbering to keep his cock well lubed up. While you work with your mouth, your dominant hand cups his balls, handling them gently, then your fingertips move up to his taint where you give him a nice massage. His moans and gasps go on, boisterous. Curious, you cock your head up to take a look at his face, and boy, is that a sight to behold. The poor man is a flustered mess: beet red, sweat beading up his forehead, eyes rolling back like an anime girl, lips parted, chest heaving wildly. You never thought someone - let alone the shy, awkward Cardinal Copia - could pull an ahegao in real life, but there it was. His warm cock pulses hard and fast, like his heartbeat; there it is, his little chest jewel beating through his cock, reminding you of how much he desires you. 

You hear him mumble something unintelligible when you start tasting his cum spouting from his head and hitting the roof of your mouth. You swallow it hungrily, relishing on how his warm load flows down your throat. After a few seconds still warming his cock with your mouth post-orgasm, you finally pull out, proceeding to place little kisses on his inner thighs and stomach. Then rest your head on his tummy affectionately, feeling it go up and down with his labored breathing.

[something-like-a-heart]

So I had to take a First Aid course...

Well, maybe not had to, but it was certainly a good idea for more than one reason. Most of it was just reviewing stuff I had already learned in Girl Guides and an advanced swimming class that involved lifesaving techniques (it was good to knock the rust off of those memories, though, and catch up with the current state of First Aid procedures), but there was something involved that I had never actually trained for before—CPR. I knew the theory, of course, but theory and practice can be very different things.

Anyway, when it came time to practice on the mannequin thing, I got it nearly perfect on the first try! Now, as many of you know, resus isn’t really my thing; I follow a lot of resus-oriented cardiophiles because you’re really neat people and we have cardiophilia in common, even if it’s a little different in me. Anyway, I suspect that at least part of the reason why I did so well in that part of the course might have been from seeing some of the more realistic images that you’ve posted and reblogged, so even though that certainly wasn’t your intent while sharing them, thank you. ❤️