#lub dub

[djag2007]

Pressured Heart with Breath Hold

My heart is working overtime as he struggles to pump blood throughout my body. I give him more work to do as I do breath holds. You can see him pushing my body away from the wall with every strong beat. I have a strong heart.

[kalimaribro]

I love when he puts my hand on his heart out of the blue. It really makes me fall for him.

[rosabie]

[irhabiya]

i constantly forget i have tachycardia we're going over heart sounds murmurs thrills etc etc and i was asked to be auscultated girl i thought i was dying everyone was giving me this look -> 😨

[zorosdimples]

what i was trying to capture in the yuuta fic—through reader’s eyes—is the tension between yuuta’s love of you and his duty as a sorcerer.

at the end of the day, his job (even though it can feel far-removed) serves to directly protect you. he can’t deny you anything in the universe—unless it involves him shirking his responsibilities. because in his mind, a skipped mission is a betrayal of you, a betrayal of rika, and a betrayal of his entire belief system.

he’s not one to lie. but he will if he can ease your mind (and his, though that voice is small and often ignored). he wants to believe he’ll always return home.

[azuisreading]

Maybe the universe is with me today. It’s about time.

Lub Dub Love by Blanche Maze.

[i-eat-grease]

| We’re just a bunch of heartbroken souls |

| And we don’t know where we will go |

| But if there’s one thing a heart with a beat can do |

| It’s love again. |

| Soon, Lub Dub, Lub Dub, |

| Your heart will start again |

| Soon, Lub Dub, Lub Dub, |

| Your heart will start again. |

| We’re mad and glad but sad overall |

| We love then we don’t, and we rise just to fall |

| But if there’s one thing a heart with a beat can do |

| It’s love again. |

| Soon, Lub Dub, Lub Dub, |

| Your heart will start again |

| Soon, Lub Dub, Lub Dub, |

| Your heart will start again. |

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[djag2007]

POV: You're stething my chest.

[dwtolos]

i just remembered when memes with dreams happened, i was listening to it live while washing the dishes. i don't even know which part it was but i vividly remember slowly stopping what i was doing, hands still full of suds, and just sitting on the floor to be one with the ground. like it was such a unique feeling. was it the mayo conversation? dream's voice when he said they've been on call for hours? idk. i just know it made me Feel So Much it made my knees physically weak

[askjustartmirusau]

hows the elevator

Jessica: "IT SUCCKKKKSSS."

Naomi: "DO NONE OF YOU GIRLS PUT ON DEODORANT?! IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT IN HERE!"

[azzo0]

Sleepy make outs with Shinsou, where you're both tired after a long day, drowning in each other's comfort as you cuddle in the bed. Your thigh is thrown across his legs lazily, your hand deep in his lavender hair as your lips slowly move in tandem with his. He pushes his mouth further into yours with his eyes closed. His warm hand gives your thigh a gentle squeeze before slipping under your shirt and up your back. Everything is slow. So slow. So delicate. So soft. You guys have all the time in the world.

His lips are on your neck now. He loves the breathy sounds that escape your lips when he licks that sweet spot under your ear. You cradle his face to bring his lips to yours again, and he lets you explore his mouth in a sloppy kiss. He can't help but smirk against your lips when your legs tighten around his. You're both aware there's a sprinkle of lust in the air, but neither do anything about it with how drowsy you two are. 

Close doesn't feel close enough when he pulls you into him and nibbles on your lower lip lazily. Your hand is roaming his bare chest, moving onto his arms, toned from hero work. You pull away and kiss the scar on his collarbone, lying your head on the pillow again afterwards. He brushes his nose with yours, eyes heavy with sleep, as he stares at you. He nuzzles into your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin. You fall asleep to the lub-dub of each other's heartbeats, slowing down after the sleepy make out session. 

[princessofmanyfaces]

My Arc Reads

Darkest of Thrones:

A 4 star read for me. I was kind of torn between 3 and 4 stars because the beginning dragged and I was close to dnf but then pacing began to get faster and I really enjoyed it.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

Lub Dub Love:

A 4 star read for me. It was another read out of my fantasy comfort tone but I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed the length of the book and the length of the chapters. I could relate to Aelia and Flynn. They were super cute together. A YA Sapphic romance I really enjoyed.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

[kotohq]

##. MY HEART'S GOING LUB-DUB

♡ things he has said that flustered you.

♡ contents and warnings: established relationships, mentions of making out (nirei), mentions of marriage (sakura), reader’s ears are pierced in suou’s, mild, mild, possessiveness in suou's but not really 🐧

♡ characters: sakura haruka, nirei akihiko, suou hayato (x gn! reader)

Anyone who knows SAKURA HARUKA probably knows that contrary to the delinquent facade he puts up, he is actually quite innocent. A little naive, if you will, blushing at every show of romantic affection. And everyone in Boufuurin knows that’s why he’s become subject to Suou Hayato’s teasing when the brown haired boy needed a good chuckle. And of course, you, as his very lovely partner, had to also jump on the bandwagon of endearingly poking fun at your boyfriend. 

“Y’know, Haruka, you should stop me or else I’m gonna get carried away and keep teasing you even after we get married!” This was a sentence you often say for laughs after you had yet again successfully made Haruka agitated and his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, all the way up to his ears. Granted, the first time he heard it he couldn’t look you in the eye for two whole days at the mention marriage (it’s not that he doesn’t like it, in fact it was because he likes it a little too much that he couldn’t even make eye contact without imagining you in fancy white attire). But now, he barely bats an eye at it now with how often you say it. But today, it’s evident that that particular sentence had poked at someone’s curiosity as you can sense someone staring at you as you banter with your boyfriend. 

“You know, Sakura-kun, I barely see you reacting to... that. You’re really planning to marry them in the future, huh?” Ah, it's Suou again. His soothing voice drips with mischief, the purpose of his question is obviously to tease his heterochromatic eyed peer yet again. Haruka’s features morph into one of confusion, brows furrowed as he turns to face his vice captain. 

“Hah? What are you talking about?” Haruka inquires like suou’s question is the most ridiculous question in the world. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought suou was asking him if he believed pigs could fly, or if the earth was actually a hexagon. 

(Of course, you can’t lie, suou’s question made you nervous despite how lighthearted he said it. Your self consciousness has already prepared itself for a heartbreak trip as you await your boyfriend to continue his response.)

“Why would I date someone I don’t intend on marrying?” 

Ah, now it’s your cheeks that are heating up. 

“Are you done?” The only answer SUOU HAYATO offers to your inquiry is a focused hum. His hand fumbles with the earring, his earring, as he tries to carefully slide the hook into the small hole on your right earlobe. Though, you have to say, you have nothing particular to complain about as you wait for your boyfriend to put the earring on you. After all, you’re getting the privilege of being in the front seat staring at Suou Hayato’s face as he carefully tries to put the earring on you. Lips pursed and eyes squinted a little, he looks extra handsome when he’s focused, you note. 

“Just need to secure them with the back. And... done!” he heaves out a breath as triumph takes over his features, pulling back slightly to admire his (hardly) hard work. His lips stretch into a smile, satisfied at how the red and yellow of his earring highlights your features more. 

“How does it look?” you feel quite nervous as you wait for his reply, shyly peering at him through your eyelashes. Being so close, you have the advantage of watching closely for any twitch of his features that might indicate satisfaction, dissatisfaction, anything that can indicate what kind of reaction he’s going to emit. 

You twitch slightly at the sensation of his pointer finger and middle finger grazing your chin, touch gentle as he settles them there. You swear you see something flashing in his usually gentle ruby eyes. Something akin to satisfaction, or, even, possessiveness. But you don't comment on it. He moves your head from your side to side as if to examine you thoroughly. (he quietly notes how cute you are for compliantly moving your head.) It’s only when you feel the earring faintly brushing against your right shoulder that you become hyper aware of how empty your left ear feels without an earring weighing it down. You also become hyper aware of the fact that the earring’s pair is still dangling from his left ear, eyes instinctively flitting to it. Your cheeks begin to heat up. Oh, it’s almost as if you’re wearing a couple ite-

He interrupts your thought before you can finish it.

“I quite like it, it’s pretty on you,” his voice breaks your train of thought. His smile is quite literally dripping with mischief, and now you can clearly see it. The tint of greed in his eyes is back as he moves his fingers that were formerly resting on your chin to stroke at the earring on your ear. His composed facade would have fooled you if it weren’t for the words he utters next.

“It gives off the feeling that you’re mine.” 

Oh he likes it, alright. Too much, maybe.

“Sorry. D’you need a break?” NIREI AKIHIKO’s voice is devoid of any teasing lilt, instead dripping with concern as he gazes at you through his eyelashes, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed with a pretty tint of pink. 

It’s not the words by themselves. It’s the fact that he’s saying those words in this kind of situation. By this kind of situation, you mean with you perched up on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his thighs as he lay seated on a couch beneath you. He had uttered those exact words after what felt like 10 minutes straight of kissing

(it hadn’t even been 5 minutes, but you could barely think with how clouded your mind is). 

His question was thoroughly leaking with worry, caramel orbs boring through you as he awaits your reply. You wanted to say yes, hell, your lungs were begging you to say yes as they heaved desperately yes. You have to give your boyfriend credit, though. Sweet like always, he had noticed he had gone a little too far when he felt your lips part with breathless whines on his, and had asked if you needed a time out. Though, you don’t think he’s aware of how his voice shakes with want, or how his fingers that are resting on your hips squeezed hard like he was trying to ground himself, or how his eyes are swirling with something akin to need.

(or how he barely sounded apologetic when he apologized, and you suspect it’s because his pride soars with the knowledge that he’s the one making you breathless.)

“No,” you’re surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds, though, that is to be expected after you quite literally just had your breath taken away. Your thumb reaches out to swipe at his quivering bottom lip, gleaming with saliva and a little swollen from pressing against yours repeatedly. He leans into your touch, and you gulp away the feeling of your tugging heartstrings. “Keep kissing me, lover boy.” 

And as he lurches forward to clash your lips together again, the last thought that etches on your mind was that he really should put this on his resume: Nirei Akihiko, 16, not good at fighting (yet), hella good at kissing. 

[thawublord]

I feel like this is one of those you had to be there moments

[azuisreading]

It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. […] is a void inside my chest and the thing growing in its place is like an insatiable monster that’s devouring everything I am.

I can do nothing to stop it.

I’m not even sure I want to.

Lub Dub Love by Blanche Maze.

[sengardet]

The lithe assassin slunk up behind the patient like a panther. In a flash, her toned arm shot around the woman's slender neck. A choked gasp escaped her lips as the assassin's bicep flexed, cutting off blood flow.

Stethoscope pressed to the struggling woman's heaving chest, the false doctor drank in the erratic staccato of her heart's desperate fight for life.

The patient's mouth gaped in horror, hands clawing uselessly at the assassin's steely grip. Choked gasps mixed with the thundering pulse in the doctor's ears, sending electric shivers down her spine. She had to press her thighs together to contain her arousal.

As seconds ticked by, the woman's struggles grew weaker, limbs falling in defeat. The doctor filled the poor patient with terror as she voiced the panic in the woman's body, never removing the stethoscope. She savored every frantic lub-dub, knowing each could be the last. The assassin held firm with a cruel smile.

Finally, with a last pitiful whimper, the patient fell still. The once lively rhythm beneath the doctor's fingertips puttered and slowed until only deafening silence remained.