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Hey Guys, its Been a while. Some of you might remember me from my old posts... I used to drop animation snippets here and there, exploring heartbeat focused visuals that many of you really seemed to like. I really loved how supportive and curious so many of you were despite the fact I eventually lost interest in animated around that time.

That said, I’ve also had a few rough experiences here, which led to me deleting and reactivating my account multiple times. I just want to be honest and say: I’m back for now, but this isn’t necessarily a full or permanent return. More like a creative send-off.

I won’t be keeping DMs or inbox open this time — please don’t take that the wrong way. A lot of you were truly kind and respectful, but for my own peace of mind, I’ll be keeping direct messaging closed. I may still reply in comments though, depending on how things go.

Now for why I’m really here again:

I’ve been working quietly on a final animation project...something more ambitious and personal than anything I’ve shared before. It's called “A Place in My Heart.”

It’s an intimate, cardiophile-inspired short film, not lewd, not explicit but sensual, symbolic, and focused on the emotional weight we carry in our bodies. It takes the phrase “a place in my heart” and explores it literally. I also tried to make it look more cinematic than normal.

This is a visual metaphor about , love, toxic relationships, emotional stagnation, and letting go. Think detailed internal heart visuals, realistic anatomy, paired with outer physical stimuli all animated together. It's supposed to blend vulnerability, intimacy, and real cardiac dynamics into a story of someone who once lived in another’s heart… until they didn’t belong there anymore.

💔 Part 1 tells the story of a man who has grown too comfortable inside a woman’s heart...literally. But her body, and her emotional self, begin to shift. Until a new, more compatible presence looms and offers her heart more stability. The old love grown complacent is unavoidably, threatened to be expelled as she begins to move on. Not with hate but with clarity. It’s a story of growth. Of moving on. Of no longer fitting where you once did.

The full short will be made available soon, likely through Patreon or a similar platform, for a limited 2–3 week viewing window. After that, it may be made public. I’ll be transparent about access and pricing in advance — but I want to set expectations now that this is a paid-access release.

Depending on how things go, I might consider opening for commissions down the line — but again, no promises yet.

Just wanted to say thanks to those who remembered me, and to those who supported my past work. This is my proper goodbye project, and I hope some of you will find something beautiful in it.

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Parasitic on her heart

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Here's a story I've been meaning to write for a while. It's basically a rewrite of a story that was lost when a user deactivated, involving a woman renting a cursed horror movie.

Very big warning that this is horror with blood and guts, death, and a touch of sex appeal. It does mostly focus on hearts, though!

"Come on, Sophie, don't rent that movie. You heard the stories..."

"Oh, cool it, Jenny. You don't believe a *movie* killed those people, do you?" Sophie snarked as she set the DVD on the counter for the cashier to scan. "Besides, it's the last horror flick here that I haven't seen. I sure hope it lives up to the hype."

The movie in question was simply called Slasher. The front of the box features a ragged potato-sack hood. The back is covered in the typical 'prepare for scares' text and images of the victims screaming. The rumor around this film is that everyone who's rented and watched it disappeared... Or possibly fled town. Either way, Slasher was normally dropped off at the rental store a day later without the renter in sight.

Come sundown, Sophie hummed as she set up her living room for her solo movie night. She sprawled herself out on her couch, only dressed in a nightgown. The table in front of her was decently decked out with a bowl of popcorn, a bag of chips, and some soda and water. Lights off aside from her TV with the DVD popped in, Sophie turned the movie on the moment the sun left for the night. The hype she put on herself already had her heart squirming in her chest.

Sophie idly munched on her popcorn as she watched. The movie started pretty typical with the standard horror movie music, shots into the victim's house, et cetera. The first victim in question was what had Janet curious: a stone-faced middle-aged businesswoman without much of an impressive body, changing out of her suit and into some loose clothes.

"Ooh, not starting with a pretty babe..." Sophie mumbled to herself before a sip of her soda. A fascinating change-up, but she liked this woman's appearance anyway. Her gore-hound mind was anticipating how this woman was getting killed...

BANG!

A loud bang at the victim's door startled Sophie, and she instinctively looked to her own door. She could've sworn she didn't only hear it from her TV... But there wasn't another peep, so she couldn't tell. A different, constant noise sounding from the movie caught her attention.

*badadum, badum, bada, dadum, badumda.* The film played a tense heartbeat as the businesswoman approached the door and looked through the peephole. It was so... Realistic, as if the movie truly captured the woman's tired, overworked heart pumping and skipping. Sophie was surprisingly turned on by this, her nipples starting to poke out from her nightgown.

The victim made the immediate blunder of opening her door. A hooded figure flew right at her with what appeared to be knives before closing the door behind it. The woman was left on her chair, looking in horror. Her shirt was bloodied as those knives cut her deep, and her supposed innards spilled outward.

"Wha--those are totally real...! They must've used animal guts..." Sophie muttered in amazement. Her breath grew heavy as she was thoroughly invested.

The older woman in the movie only looked in sheer terror, seemingly unable to scream. However, her heart told the whole story. *Badadum badadadum badumbadumbadum.* The organ frantically pounded and trippes over itself constantly as the slasher approached. It lifted those knives from its sleeve... On closer inspection, those were jagged claws!

The film's killer slashed at the businesswoman's belly again, ripping her shirt open and exposing more of her organs. It reached for its victim's exposed guts and seemed to appreciate its own work. The woman, meanwhile, visibly faded away. *Bada... Badum... Lub dub...dub....* She was gone. The next shot was behind the slasher's back before it left the house.

Sophie's eyes were glued to the television. Needless to say, she was adoring the lengths this film has gone so far. Although...

*thump thump thump thump--* Sophie could still hear a heartbeat, even though the victim's had stopped and the camera had left her house. Not only that, but the back of her mind picked up that the rapid pumping matched with the light banging against her ribs. However, the rest of her brain was occupied by the film. It started setting the scene for the next victim.

The scene was set on a lesser quality house before it moved into a bathroom. The camera focused on a man that could be only slightly older than Sophie, rinsing himself in the shower. He was slightly fit, and the movie didn't hesitate to show his full nudity.

The man's shaven body was bare before Sophie'e eyes, even his dick was right out for her to see. And then...

*Lubdub, lubdub, lubdub, lubdub lubdub lubdub--* The movie started to play his heartbeat. Conveniently so, as his content expression turned into a wide smile. His mind seemed to wander to something dirty, as his increasing heart rate also contributed to his cock growing erect. Sophie, of course, glued her eyes to that stiffening shaft--

*THUMP-THUMP thump thump thump* The tiny suspicion in Sophie's brain grew as suddenly as a single beat of her heart lurched her chest forward. Yet once again, a single incident hardly raised any alarms to her. Although it felt as if her little red pump was squishing against her sternum with each beat.

The man was reaching for his erection, raring to play with himself...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sophie jolted upright and paused the movie. The film fittingly stopped on the man looking surprised, while Sophie's eyes stared wide at her front door. Her hands then shot right to holding her chest.

It's there... Behind the door and in her hands...

*BaDUMbaDUMbaDUM* She didn't dare to look down. She could already feel her heart, literally jumping out of her chest and against her palms. Every beat somehow launched it past her sternum and it sank back in until the next split-second beat. The only thing that kept it inside was her skin. However, now she knew for sure she wasn't safe...

BANGBANG--CRASH! The door was smashed apart!

Sophie bolted off the couch, nearly tripping on her face as she ran up the stairs to the second floor.

She sat by a wall obscuring the staircase, her chest heaving and her hands over her heart. She had caught enough of a glimpse before she ran... That familiar ragged hood was at the door.

Sophie now looked down, seeing that her heart was permanently lodged between her sternum and her skin. She can see every detail outlined by her stretched flesh. The organ's flapping chambers, its bulging arteries, she can even see some of its red hue through her fair skin. Two things only mounted her despair: a strange thudding downstairs that she struggled to describe as footsteps... And her skin growing redder as she could feel it give way to her adrenaline-filled pump.

The new victim gave up hiding her loud heart for the moment and took the opportunity to scramble across the second floor, into her bedroom. She could only hide in her closet at this point.

Sophie kept her eyes peeled through the slotted door as the odd shuffling only grew closer and closer. The limited lighting highlighted her bulging heart, and she could see tears in her skin that exposed the glistening muscle. It was hopeless, and it felt as if the survival instinct in her brain fought with her heart's apparent decision to give her away. Either way, everything started to blur as she waited. The slasher kept a calm pace, closer and closer...

Sophie barely registered when the killer swung the closet door opened, or that she was leaning on it and fell on her back to the floor... Or that her shimmering ruby pump finally broke out of her chest and plopped onto the ground. The organ laid there, frantically thrashing as it remained connected to its owner.

Sophie couldn't even register what horrific sight was under that hood, only that it wasn't human. And her very last sight was of the slasher's claws so gently picking her heart up... And a long tongue slithered out of the hood to give it a taste.

The next day, Slasher was dropped off at the rental store the minute it opened.

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another heartbeat file for you 🫀

she’s somewhere between relaxed and excited here. sometimes i feel like she doesn’t race, she pounds. and i’ve been loving her extra thumpy-ness lately 💗

let me know what you think 🫶🏼

i promise i’ll get audio and video together soon! it makes me heart horny just thinking about it tbh hehe

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played around with some adjustment layers in after effects, got a neat xray effect going with inverting the layer and changing some blend modes

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Heartbeat Collection Vol.1

Here are all my SFM heartbeat I made,

Model belongs to Mrwarfaremachine, Carbiid3, Sorok17, AeridicCore, Cryptia Curves (SFM port by Domibun)

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Strong female heartbeat

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Heartercourse

Mindy was indulging in a moment of forbidden intimacy with her secret lover, Annabelle Shim. In Mindy's private quarters, a luxurious space draped in rich fabrics and dimly lit by soft, ambient light, she was smooching and touching every bit of Annabelle's slim and soft physique.

Mindy and Annabelle were dressed in minimal, form-fitting attire: sports bras and latex hot pants that clung to their bodies like a second skin. The material highlighted every curve, every contour, emphasizing their athletic forms. Their hearts raced with a mix of excitement and anticipation as they shared a deep, passionate kiss, their lips melding together with an urgency born of both love and desire.

Annabelle's power was a marvel that Mindy never ceased to be fascinated by. She could phase through solid objects with ease, slipping through walls and barriers as if they were made of air. 

Even more intriguing was her ability to control the density of her body, adjusting it with precision to suit any situation. This unique talent made her an invaluable asset in their world of super-powered beings, but it was not the only reason Mindy adored her.

As their kiss deepened and their tongues vigorously intertwined with each other, Mindy's hand slid down to rest over the center of Annabelle's bosom, feeling the rapid thrum of her lover's heartbeat beneath the thin fabric, in between her tender breasts. 

The sound of Annabelle’s heart, which Mindy could listen to using her enhanced hearing, sent a thrill through Mindy's insides. She loved the feeling of it, the raw power of life encapsulated in that hammering, rhythmic pulse. It was not just the orgasmic sensation of being close to Annabelle's heart that drew her; it was the unique pleasure she derived from touching it, feeling it pound rapidly against her palm.

Annabelle, aware of Mindy’s particular proclivity, gave a small, knowing smile and whispered against her lips,

"You want to feel it, don’t you?"

Mindy’s eyes glittered with a combination of lust and affection. 

“You know me too well,” she murmured in response. Annabelle, looking directly into MIndy's loving eyes, phased her breast ever so slightly, allowing Mindy's fingers to gradually slip through the flesh, bypassing the sternum to rest directly against her beating, pounding heart. 

For Mindy, the sensation was exquisite—a soft, warm pulsation that beat rhythmically against her hand. She loved the fact that she had access to the most important organ inside Annabelle's beautiful body.

Mindy's fingers then curled gently around the beating organ, her thumb stroking over the atria with a tenderness that belied the strength she possessed.

The feeling of Annabelle's heart, so alive and vibrant, filled her with a sense of power and intimacy that was beyond comparison. She loved the way it responded to her touch, the way it seemed to quicken and throb more forcefully, as if recognizing the presence of her warm hand.

Annabelle gasped, a shiver running through her as Mindy’s hand caressed her hammering heart. The sensation was a heady mix of vulnerability and pleasure, a reminder of the deep connection they shared. She trusted Mindy implicitly, allowing her to touch this most vital part of her being, knowing that her lover would never harm her.

"How does it feel?" Mindy asked, her voice a low, seductive murmur. She gently squeezed, feeling the muscle contract and relax in response. It was a delicate balance, applying just enough pressure to feel the power of the heart without causing pain.

"It feels... incredible," Annabelle replied, her voice breathless. Her heart raced faster under Mindy’s touch, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure and excitement through her body.

She loved how Mindy could make her heart beat harder, how each touch seemed to resonate through her entire being.

Mindy’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, her cardiophilic tendencies finding fulfillment in the rhythmic throb of the slimy, tender organ beneath her fingers. 

She squeezed again, a little more firmly this time, reveling in the way Annabelle’s breath hitched and her body arched into her touch.

"Your heart is so strong," Mindy whispered, her lips brushing against Annabelle’s ear. "I love feeling it, knowing that it beats for me."

Annabelle moaned softly, her body quivering with the intensity of the sensation. She loved how Mindy made her feel, loved the connection they shared that went beyond the physical, tapping into something deeper, more primal.

“Mmmf..” Annabelle groaned, wincing her eyes slightly. “Huff.. Huff.. Mindy.. Huff.. Squeeze me a little harder..”

“Silly girl..” Mindy murmured, squishing Annabelle's beating heart a tad more. “You like that?”

“Hhhuuccckkk..!!” Annabelle gasped, feeling immense pressure inside her very core. “Fuck.. I love that.. I fucking love it.”

“Sometimes I never get you masochists..” Mindy stated, feeling Annabelle's heart pound faster and faster. “But I love how you just let me inside of you..”

Annabelle, for her part, reveled in the unique pleasure of having her heart held in Mindy’s capable hands. There was a thrill to it, a heady mix of vulnerability and trust that made her heart pound faster. 

She loved the sensation of Mindy's fingers wrapping around her heart, the gentle pressure that sent waves of sensation coursing through her body. Each squeeze made her heart beat harder, sending a surge of blood rushing through her veins and a flood of serotonin into her brain. The feeling was almost euphoric, a blend of physical and emotional satisfaction that left her breathless and exhilarated.

With each gentle squeeze, Mindy applied just enough pressure to feel the heart contract and relax beneath her fingers, its motion stifled by the loving yet firm grip. Annabelle's heart responded eagerly, pounding faster and harder, straining against the constriction.

The pressure created a sensation of intensity and pleasure that Annabelle found deeply satisfying. She loved how her heart seemed to fight against the hold, each beat growing more insistent as it struggled to pump within the limited space.

The physical limitation of its motion only heightened the satisfaction she felt, her body responding with a rush of pleasure that left her dizzy and flushed.

Mindy’s eyes gleamed with a mix of fascination and desire as she tightened her grip around Annabelle’s heart, her fingers closing in with a deliberate pressure that caused the organ to abruptly slow down. 

“Hhhhuucccccckkkk..!!!”

Annabelle gasped loudly, her breath hitching as her heart stumbled into an irregular rhythm. The sensation was intense, a chaotic mix of desperation, slight pain, and overwhelming pleasure.

Annabelle’s eyes widened, her body arching as waves of sensation coursed through her. She could feel her heart struggling against the constriction, its rhythm faltering under the tight grasp. The pleasure was almost unbearable, every beat sending jolts of ecstasy through her nervous system. The irregular pounding, the feeling of her heart being squeezed so intimately, was unlike anything she had ever experienced; almost like having her clitoris triggered simultaneously with her insides.

“Hucck..!!! Fuck..! It feels… so… fucking intense.. Grab it harder.. Ugghh! Harder!!”

Instead of pain, Annabelle felt an intense rush of pleasure. The sensation overwhelmed her, her entire body shivering as the delight filled her senses. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, each one a testament to the overwhelming feelings coursing through her. The sight of Mindy's wrist buried inside her chest cavity, her hand holding onto her heart, sent another surge of euphoria through her.

Mindy’s fascination deepened as she felt Annabelle's heart hammering against her grip. Driven by a blend of desire and curiosity, she began to pull gently on the heart, feeling the resistance as Annabelle’s body was drawn toward her.

“Huff.. Huff.. Huff.. Hhkk..!!”

Annabelle gasped once again, the sensation of her heart being both tightly grasped and tugged on sending another wave of pleasure and satisfaction through her insides. Her body followed the pull, moving closer until their soft, tender breasts pressed against each other, separated only by Mindy’s hand embedded inside her chest.

The contact was electric, their bodies melding together as they shared the intimate space. Mindy could feel Annabelle’s constant, rapid heartbeat through her hand, the irregular rhythm a testament to the intensity of the moment. 

Annabelle’s breath came in long but uneven gasps, her bosom rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to cope with the overwhelming sensations.

With a look of deep affection and desire, Mindy leaned in, their lips meeting in a gradual but deeply passionate kiss. Their mouths moved together with a practiced rhythm, tongues swirling and twirling inside each other’s mouths. 

Annabelle’s breath hitched, the constriction on her heart and the intervention of Mindy’s knuckles on her inner right lung making it difficult to breathe properly, but she didn’t care. The pleasure far outweighed any discomfort, and she reveled in the feeling of Mindy’s hand clutching her heart.

“Mmmff.. Mmm….”

As they kissed, Annabelle felt a surge of pleasure and warmth spreading through her body. The sensation of her heart being held and controlled by Mindy was both exhilarating and intoxicating. She loved the vulnerability, the trust, and the intense connection they shared in that moment. Every heartbeat, every movement, was another tide of bliss.

Mindy, feeling the rapid, irregular beating of Annabelle’s heart against her palm, deepened the kiss, her other arm cradling Annabelle’s smooth hip. She could sense the pleasure radiating from Annabelle, the way her body responded to the sensations.

A few minutes later, Mindy’s hand slowly exited Annabelle’s chest, leaving behind a sensation of profound intimacy and connection. Annabelle de-phased her flesh, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt her heart still thumping rapidly but uncontrollably beneath her bosom. The irregular rhythm gradually began to settle, but the intense experience left her panting and flushed.

Mindy glanced at her hand, now covered in Annabelle’s blood, and with a mischievous smile, licked some of it off her fingers. The sight was both intimate and primal, a testament to the deep bond they shared. As Annabelle began to collapse from the toll the experience had taken on her body, Mindy quickly caught her, cradling Annabelle’s back with her right arm and bringing her lover close.

With effortless grace, Mindy lifted Annabelle from the ground, their bodies pressed together as she slightly floated towards their bed. The feeling of weightlessness added a surreal element to the moment, highlighting the extraordinary nature of their relationship. Gently, Mindy laid Annabelle down on the soft bed, her touch tender and caring.

Annabelle’s breathing gradually began to even out, her chest rising and falling steadily. She could feel her heart returning to its regular rhythm. Thump. Thump. The comforting, familiar beat reassured her as her body adjusted from the intense ordeal. A smile spread across her face as she looked up at Mindy, her eyes shining with love and contentment.

Mindy leaned down, their faces inches apart, and their lips met once more in a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss was a reaffirmation of their bond, a silent promise that they would always be there for each other, no matter what challenges lay ahead. Their tongues danced together, the kiss filled with the same intensity and connection they had shared moments before.

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🧙‍♀️⚡🫀Veronica's Downfall (Magical electro+ heart torment.)

Veronica leaned against the cave wall, breathing heavily after a long day of battles. The flickering light of her campfire cast mysterious shadows on the rocky walls. "A decent shelter for the night," she muttered to herself, beginning to set a protective ward around the perimeter.

Veronica's ward shimmered faintly at the cave entrance as she laid down and closed her eyes, her breaths deep and even. The subtle glow illuminated her athletic, toned body sprawled on the bedroll. Blonde hair fanned out around her features.

Veronica's steady breathing echoed through the cave as she slept, golden hair spilling across her bedroll, her muscular form still and serene in slumber.

Yanil approached her meditation cave, eager for quiet solitude. But as she neared the entrance, an unnatural glow emanated from within - a shimmering veil of light blocked her. Someone had dared to intrude upon her sacred space!

wearing a bright grin, Yanil placed a pale hand on the luminous barrier. It crackled and sparked at her touch. "How adorable, they think this will keep me out."

She took a step back and closed her eyes, focusing inward. Tingling energy surged through her slender form. In a flash, her body transformed into pure electricity. The crackling blue current that was Yanil flowed forward, probing the rocky walls for gaps and fissures. Finding a narrow crack, she poured herself through, slipping past the magical seal like water through a sieve.

Yanil slipped inside like an electric shadow, her lithe frame materializing from sparks and flickers. A wicked grin spread across her pale face as she crept towards the sleeping warrior. Veronica's powerful essence called to her, enticing and invigorating.

The witch licked her lips, drinking in the sight of Veronica's toned body, the raw strength evident even in rest. She knelt beside the slumbering woman. Delicate yet dangerous fingertips hovering just above soft and inviting skin that covered a mighty vitality.

"You'll make a lovely little pet" she whispered. Yanil wrapped her slender arms around Veronica, pressing her body against the warrior's, waking the woman. As Veronica felt something amiss, Yanil could feel Veronica's mighty heart pounding through layers of taut muscle. The strong woman's chest rose and fell with each deep breath, her body pulsing with vigorous life.

Yanil shivered... she had never felt a heartbeat so strong, so full of raw vitality. It made her petite body quake as it punched into her frame.

Veronica's eyes met Yanil’s.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she growled, twisting to throw Yanil off. But Yanil clung tight, giggling manically.

Blue sparks danced across Yanil's fingertips.

"You're such a heavy sleeper, sweetheart," Yanil said. "I think it’s cute..."

Before Veronica could react, Yanil sent a shock of magic directly into her chest. The warrior cried out, body jerking and spasming as the electric jolt seized her heart. Yanil clung tightly, shuddering in sadistic glee as she felt the mighty muscle writhe and flutter in her embrace.

"Get...off...me..." Veronica gritted out, trying to throw the witch off. But her struggles only excited Yanil more.

Yanil directed another surge into Veronica's flailing body, forcing her pounding heart into agonized submission. The warrior collapsed to her back with a groan.

"Shhh, don't fight it," Yanil said softly, stroking her fingers over Veronica's breastbone as she perched atop the breathless woman’s hips. "Just relax and let me have my fun."

As the warrior’s consciousness waned. Yanil alternated the shocks with forceful chest compressions, sadistically coaxing the organ to pound before subduing it once more with crackling energy. Veronica gasped and convulsed beneath her, back arching, fingers clawing at the ground.

Yanil leaned down, raven hair brushing Veronica's face as she captured her lips in a searing kiss, breathing life into starving lungs. She pulled back and gazed into defiant hazel eyes clouded with pain and terror. Beautiful. “Aww, how’d you lose to a delicate little thing like me?” Yanil said with a menacing smile.

Veronica’s panicked eyes darted around until they landed on her trusty blade. She lunged for her sword, fingers grasping the leather-wrapped hilt. With a warrior's cry, she swung the blade in a deadly arc towards the witch.

But Yanil was too quick. The witch seized Veronica's wrist in a delicate grip, sending jolts of crackling energy surging through the warrior woman's arm. Veronica convulsed as sparks danced across her skin. Her fingers spasmed open and the sword clattered to the stone floor.

"Tsk tsk, naughty girl," Yanil purred, her black lips curving in a wicked smile. "You'll need to be punished dearly for that."

Delicate fingers, alive with sparks, slid across Veronica's collarbone and down between her heaving breasts. Yanil's touch passed through skin like a ghost, burying deep in Veronica's chest. The warrior gasped as those slender digits wrapped around her frantically beating heart and began to explore.

"Mmm, how cute it really is, so warm and feisty…" Yanil murmured, breath hot against Veronica's ear. "I can feel every throb, every quiver." Her fingers mapped the pulsing contours, delicately yielding to its vigorous pulse as it pinned her hand to the woman’s sternum.

“Now for your punishment.” Yanil sent a sharp jolt of electricity surging into the quivering organ and squeezed. Veronica let out an agonized scream as her mighty heart spasmed violently before wiggling like jello in Yanil's grasp. Her athletic frame writhed, losing strength quickly.

"Oopsie, I think I overdid it a bit," Yanil giggled as the once powerful organ fell limp and still. She gave the pliant ventricles a patronizing little shake. "Wakey wakey!"

"Please... mercy..." Veronica whimpered with the air left in her lungs, eyes wide with fear.

Yanil smirked, reveling in the once proud warrior's pathetic begging. She leaned in close, ebony hair brushing Veronica's cheek as she breathed into her captive's quivering lungs and squeezed her flailing life. Veronica's body shuddered in a mix of revulsion and desperation as she fought for control of her fluttering diaphragm. “No…” Yanil said with a smile.

Yanil pressed her fingers into Veronica's quivering heart, feeling the muscle twitch beneath her fingers. A thrill pulsed through Yanil's body at the touch, her own heart jerking her around in the excitement. She began to squeeze and massage the heart, coaxing it back to life, keeping the woman in the twilight of consciousness.

A moan escaped Yanil's lips as the heart spasmed in her grip. "Come on, cutie. Let's get that blood pumping again," she said. Her delicate fingers rhythmically compressed the thick, meaty organ, forcing it to contract and relax. Veronica's body jolted with each pulse as the witch forced blood through her veins.

Yanil dragged her fingertips across the heart's slick surface, sending tiny electric shocks into the sensitive cardiac muscle. It quivered and clenched erratically under her touch. She pressed her palm firmly against it, savoring the sensation of its strengthening beat against her skin.

"That's it, fight for me," Yanil whispered sultrily. She continued her sensual cardiac massage, squeezing and caressing, until she felt a steady pulse in its form. As the heart gained feeble rhythm, Yanil traced a finger along a bulging artery, applying pressure, making the struggling organ strain and throb against the restriction.

Despite the torturous ministrations, Veronica's stubborn heart found its natural rhythm, pumping defiantly of its own accord between Yanil's cruel compressions.

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sadly no sound but my visible heart <33

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CPR and defib

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The Heart Fetishist's Game, a heart torture simulator for us dark cardiophiles.

More updates, tools and features are coming soon. It's a work in progress, so some things may be wonky. Feel free to message me about any issues you encounter or any suggestions/ideas you may have!

Mobile friendly browser game, no download required.

Donations are in BTC and ETH so all support is anonymous.

Play for free at thfg.xyz

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Visible Heartbeat