#mens heartbeat

[ecgekg]

Racing heartbeat and stomach rumbles with a stethoscope mic. Various times of the day usually after work.

[loveexpelrevolt]

You light up everything you touch, but never me.

GAMBIT & ROGUE + parallels X-Men '97 | "Remember It"

[fit-resusboy]

1,2,3,4,5😈

[zoy345]

Boyfriend deep sleep heartbeat worship

https://view.wf/v/jmgitwug

Fast heartbeat while sleep and milking while worship his heart...

$15

[allmightyscroll-swag]

KIMHARRY NATION RISE UP 🫵🫵

this stemmed from me wondering if Kim would appreciate hearing Harry's heartbeat subconsciously. A gentle reminder that they made it- their alive. Both of them,,,

(and then suddenly this appeared)

[alrightbuckaroo]

it's okay. we're okay.

the teeniest tiniest character study brought on by this post by the wonderful @lonestardust and partly inspired by a conversation with the amazing @reyesstrand <3 also credit to the divider <3

“Hey, hey,” TK’s voice is quiet, calm, as it pierces through the silence.

Though, it’s not really silent. No, right now Carlos is surrounded by a symphony of chatter and rattle. Frantic voices overlapping, the unmistakable sound of pressurized water, and his own brain blaming him for the incompetence that led them here.

Then TK’s calling him baby and the world falls still. TK’s running his hand up and down Carlos’ arm, reminding him that he’s not in the throes of a nightmare and TK’s right here. He’s right. Here.

Carlos stumbles through an attempt at an apology before TK is pulling him in even tighter. Carlos plants his chin in the crook of TK’s neck, breathing in the scent of the man of his dreams because it means he won’t be smelling smoke.

“It’s okay,” TK whispers, his voice delicate like saying the wrong thing might cause the moment to shatter. “We’re okay.” He presses a kiss to Carlos’ temple, and though it’s chaste, it’s kind, it’s soft.

Carlos feels like his heart is about to leap out of his chest; that is if he didn’t drop it somewhere on the tarmac.

Then, TK confirms the blood on his shirt isn’t his own and that he’s okay. Carlos waits for his breath to catch up before he’s confirming with, “You’re okay?”. He asks the question as if it’s a plea, as if he’s begging.

TK grabs Carlos’ face in both of his hands. His loving, faithful hands. He answers Carlos’ plea with a kiss brought on by warm, plush lips that remind Carlos of home. He draws back and continues to hold Carlos’ face with steady hands. “We’re okay.”

Carlos nods before wrapping his arms around TK even tighter. He just got him back, he can’t fathom the thought of losing him again. TK’s fingers tighten their grip around Carlos’ jacket, reminding him that he’s not going anywhere.

Just like all those months before, TK presses a kiss to his temple. Again, it’s chaste, it’s kind. It’s soft.

Carlos’ world is crashing down on him. All he wants to do is marry the man he loves but his own cowardice is putting that to a halt. He looks up at TK with red-rimmed eyes and a pathetic smile, “I’m a terrible friend.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” TK ushers out, his voice hushed the same way it was as Carlos’ apartment turned to ash. TK captures Carlos’ face in his hands and Carlos can feel something inside of him hitch. TK’s always delicate with him. “No you are not.”

Carlos must look like he doesn’t believe him because he repeats himself. “No you are not, okay?” He falls quiet, waiting for Carlos to agree; needing Carlos to agree. Carlos barely nods, but TK catches it. Of course he does, he always promises to catch Carlos whenever he falls.

“You’re an incredible friend,” TK reassures him, his thumb gently gliding over the soft skin of his cheek. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

TK gives him a watery grin and Carlos can’t help but think he must look like he believes him.

Life washes over Carlos like a wave. Building upon itself before eventually crashing against shore. His eyes open with bottled pressure, perceiving the golden light casting through Trudie’s kitchen like they’re rays of Heaven.

Carlos gets a glance at TK and he can’t tell if he’s been brought back from death or if Heaven is just this sweet. He really hopes it’s the former, he didn’t get the chance to say goodbye.

Then, TK, beautiful, amazing, too good for this world, TK, is holding his face in his hands and Carlos knows. He’s not just alive; he’s not just breathing. He’s okay.

They’re okay. 

They always will be. 

[cbusbeatz]

I Solemnly swear I'm up to no good. ❤️❤️‍🔥😏

[malecardiolove]

The Test, chapter 3

The sharp sound of an alarm filled the lab as Dr. Ruiz watched the screen projecting Jack’s heart rate. There was no pulse. The graph displayed a flat line, unmoving, as the young man’s heart had completely stopped after the extreme cooling. Without losing his composure, Ruiz turned off the device and opened the tank.

Jack’s body was cold, his skin pale and covered with droplets of water that slowly dripped onto the lab floor. Ruiz lifted him with surprising ease and placed him on a nearby stretcher. Jack’s bare chest, covered in electrodes, rose and fell only by inertia, but there was no life in his heartbeat. The doctor looked at him with calculating eyes, as if he were an experiment with endless possibilities yet to be explored.

"Don’t fail me now," he whispered, making a quick decision.

With precise movements, Ruiz began cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). His hands pressed Jack’s chest with rhythmic force, trying to stimulate the heart to resume its beat. Each compression seemed futile, but the doctor didn’t stop. After two minutes, sweat started trickling down Ruiz's forehead, but he showed no signs of fatigue. He knew he had to push to the limit.

After ten minutes of CPR without any response, the doctor prepared for the next step. He took the defibrillator and placed the paddles on Jack’s chest, his skin still cold. The machine emitted a beep before delivering the shock. Jack’s body arched violently, but the monitor still registered no heartbeat.

"Don’t go so fast," Ruiz murmured with a faint, twisted smile.

With an almost sick determination, he decided to continue. He injected an orange liquid into the vein in Jack’s arm, an experimental solution prepared specifically for this phase. The liquid slowly flowed through Jack’s body, seeking to reach his stopped heart.

One minute passed. Then two.

And then, a faint tremor ran through Jack’s body. The monitor displayed a small fluctuation. The heart, after nearly fifteen minutes of stillness, began to beat again. At first, slowly; just a few weak beats that seemed like desperate attempts to restart. But gradually, the beat grew stronger.

"There you are," Ruiz murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice.

Jack, barely conscious, opened his eyes slightly, seeing with blurred vision as the doctor continued to gently massage his heart with his hands. He could feel it, a strange rhythmic pressure keeping him in this fragile balance between life and death.

“Breathe, Jack. Your heart is beating again,” Ruiz said, listening through the stethoscope as the sound of the slow but present beats filled the room.

The young man couldn’t move. He was completely weak, almost without strength, barely aware of what was happening around him. He could only sense the lingering cold in his bones and the strange warmth emanating from his chest as his heart, enlarged by the orange liquid, struggled to beat.

Ruiz turned on the echocardiogram and carefully observed the boy’s heart on the screen. The beats were slow but steady, and the image clearly showed the enlarged size of the organ.

“Incredible,” he murmured, fascinated by the outcome. “It’s grown in size, but I see no damage to the chambers. You’re more resilient than I expected.”

Ruiz fell silent for a moment, thoughtful. Then, he made a decision.

“We’ll do one last test. We can’t stop here.”

He picked up the defibrillator again. Jack barely understood what was happening before another shock went through his body. Pain surged from head to toe, an electric jolt shaking every fiber of his being.

The monitor showed the heart, exhausted, beginning to fail again. The beats slowed once more until there was nothing. The graph showed a flat line again. Jack’s heart had stopped for the second time.

Ruiz smiled, satisfied with the result.

“It’s fascinating how your body responds. Let’s see how much more you can withstand.”

Jack, floating in a deep darkness and unable to move, heard the doctor’s last words as a distant echo. His life was now entirely in Ruiz’s hands, and his heart, reduced to a tool in the doctor’s cruel experiment, could only wait for the next blow.

[ecgekg]

Visible heartbeat in male chest with ECG attached

[blmvw]

Male smoker who started at a young age and has always smoked hard smoking two in a row from rest to see how his heart reacts to it. He has an interesting third sound in his heartbeat. He is in his late 20's.

[fit-resusboy]

Some more heartbeat fun with some popper play 😈😵‍💫

[zoy345]

Super Skinny guy heartbeat Part 1

link to purchase; https://view.wf/v/hqulklss

Fast heartbeat while play with his nipple and cum....

$15

[joodeeboochoo]

Yo what is up JBC fam! 🤙 Who's into those sick ASMR vibes with heartbeats? Check it out - your bro Logan is about to chillax and let you vibe to the rhythmic beats of his heart and breath. 🎧 He's got our dope digital stethoscope locked onto his chest, capturing all those gnarly sounds! It's like the ultimate relaxation session bro! 🌬️

💤 Feel the steady drum of his heart doing the guh-gunk guh-gunk thing and those deep inhales and exhales echoing through the chill vibes. So, grab a seat, kick back, and soak in the good vibes of Logan's heartbeat, my dudes! 🕺🔊

[kaseysheart]

Squats, heart, and leggies!

[hikariwrath]

My heartbeat pounding from all the hot guys in their underwear I looked up Legoshi in his underwear got my heart pounding 😵‍💫

Art by Baxtertvin on Twitter

[tarfeeder]

Heartbeats and first nicotine hit of the day