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Couldn't agree more if I tried. Thank you 🙏

2 years ago, she slid in to my DM's.

2 years later, my steth slides across her heart.

First of so many happy anniversaries @borrowed-rhythm In simplicity and complexity; I love you 💙💛🖤🫀♾️

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congrats and thank you both for sharing.

Thank you Nonny. And thank you for enjoying ☺️

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2 years ago, she slid in to my DM's.

2 years later, my steth slides across her heart.

First of so many happy anniversaries @borrowed-rhythm In simplicity and complexity; I love you 💙💛🖤🫀♾️

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@borrowed-rhythm and I only ever cook on high heat 😈❤️‍🔥

Lay me across the counter and just…

This is what happens when @makeitbeat is in charge of dessert 🫦

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Pounding hard and pounding-hard 🫦

Making damn sure @borrowed-rhythm feels the height of beating ecstacy in every rhythmic compression

When he works all *five* of your chambers at once 🤤

Getting pumped into bliss by @makeitbeat 💋

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It’s very cute (in a good way! I know tone doesn’t always translate on text) how you two are so smitten and just gone for each other. My wife and also share cardiophila (and it gets dark sometimes, dragging roleplay into reality when we’ve not put boundaries on a scene). She’s… gentle with me, despite how rough I can get, she’ll tug me to a stop. My heart condition (a very unstable arrhythmia that has medicine that works at about 90% of the time) makes it so after an episode I need a few days of rest. Which is so very difficult when I want my wife the same way you want your GF.

I’m not ragging on all cardiophiles in a committed relationship. I just don’t see… or hear in writing much at all, that level of not just trust you two have but the way you’re both secure in knowing they other won’t over do it. That you both feel safe enough to tell each other things people I’ve met here have kept secret or someone close found out and told them to never, ever, tell friends or a partner.

And seeing you two fool around, simulated sex or not, makes me happy in a warm fuzzies way.

I hope you two have a happy and long, love, and heart beat filled life together. Cheers!

Thank you Anon! This is a lovely expression of well-wishing and I assure you, the warm and fuzzies are very, very much ablaze between us (An understatement to say the least) and to my ear, though everyone is different, it sounds as though you have found the same and I am overjoyed for you both. It is our wish that everyone can find what we've found and what we've created and continue to build so to hear from you in this kind way is very cheerful and affirming that wishes and dreams need not stay wishes and dreams and happy to hear you enjoy our little glimpses. We're boundlessly grateful to this community for giving us what we could never have known would be everything and sharing is caring right? And true we can't speak for everyone but our foundations are the greatest of truths, trust and honesty. These are truly unbreakable bonds and blessings which I wholeheartedly encourage.

Thankyou again and may love forever fill your hearts

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@borrowed-rhythm 's needy little pump is always so hungry to be jolted. She fills me with shockwaves of clenching, trilling bliss ⚡️❤️‍🔥

Nothing like the taste of @makeitbeat's lightning ❤️‍🔥

(reposted as mature bc we angered the Tumblr gods)

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i've said it before but @borrowed-rhythm is fucken incredible

You've sure got that right, Nonny 😊

#Gumball Answers

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@makeitbeat did buy a new toy... just to keep @borrowed-rhythm 's needy little fuck pump trilling for the heart she beats for 💙

@makeitbeat bought a new toy… 💙

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the pic posted this morning by @borrowed-rhythm is hot as fuck (she is incredible). wish you two many continue adventures and hope for the rest of us that we get an occasional peek.

Very kind words. I am blessed to call her my girlfriend, my love, my soulmate. A talent to rival and best the greatest in our corners and we greatly enjoy sharing with the community these little snippets of our private dalliances. I can assure you that we both wish wholeheartedly that all in our world can find what we have found.

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Never will I let the jewel in @borrowed-rhythm 's chest lay still. A promise I made the day she entrusted her heart to me. Never to be broken 💙

No one makes me pound like @makeitbeat and I wouldn’t trust my heart to any other 💙 He lives up to his name 😏

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Never failing to drench this reader in fiery bliss.

A dangerously potent way with words. If you're not already following, follow. If you are, follow harder. All attention is deserved beyond deserving.

Nothing but masterworks for our needing hearts.

Between

F/M - fem!Reader - 18+

God, he always made you come so hard. Something about the combination of his pistoning cock hitting all the right angles, the press of his steth on your chest and the ecstatic look on his face as he marveled at what he heard, it drove you higher than you thought possible.

“Fuck yes, come for me baby,” he groaned, closing his eyes to savor the lurching pound of your heart drumming in his ears. You moaned, arching under the steth, clenching around him helplessly as your pussy throbbed in time with your racing pump. You loved that you shared this with him, an attunement to each other’s bodies that reached beyond the standard mechanics of sex. An extra layer to your intimacy. Then he moved faster, hips thrusting fervently as he bent to lathe your neck with a hot swipe of his tongue.

“The sound of your heart goes right to my cock, baby,” he growled in your ear. “Hearing you pound for me.”

His voice sent something hot pouring down your spine to pool in your belly. You were going to come again if he kept it up. But his words also sparked a new kind of hunger. A need to have him closer to your chest, even more engaged with the muscle he treasured so highly.

“Wait,” you joined your hands behind his head and pulled him down into a kiss as he stilled his movements. “I want you to come on my chest,” you confessed, delighting in the way his eyes lit up at the request. “Slide your cock between my breasts and come on me.” He let out a shuddering breath and you swelled with pride. You were both going to enjoy this.

Gently, he pulled out of you and set the stethoscope aside. You repositioned yourself on the pillows and spread lube across your sternum. In many situations your ample breasts felt like a burden but now, they were an asset. He moved to straddle your torso then leaned forward and gripped the headboard so that his cock, red and pulsing, came to rest just over your visibly quivering pump. You pushed your breasts together to enclose him and he moaned loudly.

“Fuck, I can feel you,” he hissed, eyes clamped shut. “I can feel your heart hammering right against my cock.”

You smiled victoriously, squeezing the tender flesh of your breasts as a surge of arousal coursed through you again. “Yes,” you breathed. “She’s begging you to fuck her. She’s all yours.”

He let out an animal sound, something low and primal, as he braced himself against the headboard and began to move. His pace built quickly, sliding his length against your sternum as you enveloped him with the warm cushion of your breasts. It always turned you on to have a man thrusting between your tits, rubbing his cock all over your chest. You had never confided in anyone before him that the reason you wanted so much attention there was because of what laid unseen within it. Bizarre as it may seem to some, you wanted someone to fuck your heart itself, wanted to feel them that deeply in such a vital part of you, wanted the contractions of your beats to clench around them the same way your cunt could. And he understood that. He wanted the same.

It didn’t take long for sweat to bead on his brow, a stream of needy noises pouring out of him as he plowed between your breasts with enough friction to heat your skin. Your heart was playing her part as well, thrilled at the attention and stoked by the delicious sight of his throbbing head pushing desperately through your cleavage, she was slamming hard, jumping up to tease his nerves and veins and delicate skin with her tremors.

Now it was your turn to goad him on. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my heart. My slutty little pump. You’re fucking her so good. She’s pounding so hard. She wants your cum. She wants you to come right on top of her.”

Those were the magic words because he pulled back frantically, looming over you, cock in hand as he tugged to the finish, panting and desperate.

“Where?” He gasped. “Please, which point do you want it on? Tell me… please…”

Fuck. With one hand you pointed to your tricuspid, your loudest, most visible auscultation point just below your left breast. The other hand fell helplessly between your legs to relieve the mounting ache he had built there again.

With perfect aim he broke, shooting his release directly onto its target, hot ropes of cum painting across your pounding organ. You moaned in unison as you reached your second peak, gentler but no less mind-numbing. “Yes, come on my heart. Coat her in it. I need it.”

He collapsed beside you as you both fought to catch your breath, descending in bliss, chests heaving. His eyes lingered on you, watching the light glisten in his cum as your grateful pump futtered beneath it, making it dance and shimmer across your skin. Your heart was as satisfied as your body, a level of pleasure only he could provide. That was why you had offered them both to him freely, and would again.

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The champion just keeps raising the bar every time ☠💙

Petite Mort

F/M - Fem!Reader - 18+

He beat you to it. You had planned to make the most of your somnophilic agreement and surprise him. You wanted to take hold of his lovely cock, stroke him to semi-consciousness then ride and steth him as he woke up. You were going to slide onto his stiffness and bounce over his hips, diaphragm pressed to his tricuspid where you could hear him the clearest. You wanted to hear how quickly and loudly his heart would respond, to listen to it try and match your pace. He and his pump would stir awake together to find themselves wrapped in pleasure, the center of attention, and you wouldn’t stop until you had him racing and you greeted the day together with a detonation of rapture.

But you overestimated your ability to rise early. More than that, you had underestimated his hunger for you. Feeling you next to him in the bed, knowing you were pumping so close by, he had barely slept for wanting you. You were brought out of your dreams by a warm trail of kisses down your neck and the cool glide of his steth nestling between your breasts as you slept on your side. Though you were hazy, just barely conscious, a smile tugged at your lips knowing he was delighting in the low, somnolent throb of your heart.

But its rhythm didn’t stay that way for long. The fingers of his other hand slipped into your folds to tease your clit and you felt the immediate thrumming response in your chest. It didn’t take long for you to become soaked and needy. Not when he was in control. Not when you knew the cast-iron cock pressing into your cleft was due to the vital sounds of your eternal drumbeat. You both let out small moans as he slid into you, one hand heavy on your hip while the other pressed the steth into your ribs.

He held you close, rocking your body as he matched his thrusts to your beats, gliding into you over and over. You were well and truly awake now but kept your eyes closed, losing yourself in the sensations. His hand moved back to swirl around your nerves and he expertly guided you to release, all of his motions reciprocating the escalating pace of your heart. His hips thrust faster and faster, both the cause and result of your tachycardia.

Just when you were approaching your peak and your pulsing walls began to constrict, he surprised you. He wrapped both arms even tighter around you, dropping the steth and interlocking his hands under your breast, right on top of your pounding heart. Then he pressed, quick and insistent pushes against your sternum, ribs, and the tremoring muscle trapped behind them. You drew in a shuddering breath, moved by how he always found new ways to anticipate and satisfy your desires. He knew you wanted this. He knew you always craved to have him replace your heart’s flailing rhythms with the one his hands dictated.

Driving his palms and his cock into you simultaneously, he crushed you back into his own chest as he took command of your fluttering pump. You laid pliant in his arms, allowing yourself to be carried away on the wave, undulating with the movements of his compressions and thrusts. Chest invaded by his hands, cunt invaded by his cock, you ceded control of your body to him. He would steer it, revive it, set it aflame. He would fill it with his strength and his passion. The rhythm he squeezed into your heart and the blooming heat he erupted inside were both signs of his adoration.

Every contraction in your body was being delivered by him, both in your chest and between your legs as he pumped you from without and within. And when he brought you to the edge, eliciting your heart’s hardest, most ecstatic beats, you felt them deep enough to rattle every cell. This was that little death. A slingshot from heaven to earth and back again. But you didn’t fear it because you knew the purpose of his actions. Beyond mere carnal act, your shared fixation made this something more. He wielded the power to fuck life itself into you.

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🥵 This is what a rising-star looks like

Jewel

F/M - fem!Reader - 18+

Though you’re tied down and pinned by the weight of him, you’ve never felt more powerful. To know that it’s such an inherent part of you, the drum in your chest, the very sounds from within your body that make him feral. It’s nothing you worked for and it’s nothing you can control, just an eternal siren song that beckons him from behind your ribs. He is so desperate for those throbbing beats that he’s stripped you down and bound you to the bed frame, wrists cuffed and ankles spread apart. He wants clear access to your chest, to the pump that you can see fluttering under your skin as you pant with arousal.

He teases you, fingers and tongue over your pulse points, every valve, and lower to your dripping center. You know he wants to make your heart race before the final push, before he invades your body with his cock and your chest with his steth, listening smugly to everything he’s causing within you.

You moan first as the diaphragm lands on your skin and arch your back to press up against it. You want him to hear you clearly, to have no doubts that he is the catalyst for your thunder. Then you moan louder as he slides his length in to the hilt. Pleasure dances across his features and you know it’s as much from the feel of you as from the sound. This is your power. The strength of your pump. It makes a man stiff and needy with its honest percussion, thrumming out a song of desire.

He delivers you just as much pleasure as you rile in him, pummeling with his steely cock as he keeps careful vigil over your heart, one hand holding the steth over your loudest valve while the other caresses your neck, thumb pressing into your carotid. You’re lost to the sensations, the glide of him within you, the reverberation of your desperate pounding just under his fingers, the way his pelvis grinds against your clit as he hits that mirroring spot inside, rocketing you to the finish. But all the while, even though he is the one moving, he never lets you doubt that you are the source of all this energy. You and the engine hidden within you. It pumps his blood just as much as it does yours, its drumming spurring him on, fucking you faster in time to its beat.

You bask in the twin rhythms, the slamming inside your torso now in harmony with the thrusting of his hips. You’re undulating, whole body rolling as he drives into you and groans at the sounds he is fueling. And his actions, though fierce, are reverent. His back curves as he lays atop you, sucking and licking at the veins in your neck. With your chests pressed together you can feel the steady hammering of his own heart which causes you to clench around him. How is he capable of this? Of making you feel so glorious when you have submitted completely to his will? It's because you know he has submitted himself to the contractions of your vital muscle, demonstrating with his body and words how beautiful he finds it, how valuable. He’s a lapidarist, honing and appraising every glimmering beat under his hand and in his ears, treating them with the utmost care as he shapes them with his skills. And as you come apart together, throbbing as rapidly in your chests as you do where you’re joined, you feel treasured. His gasps hot on your neck, hands pressing in to feel the lurch of your heart in orgasm, you know that you are the bearer of a priceless gift. Something red, rich and precious that he covets above all else. A jewel.

(it would appear I have a new muse to thank for this story 💙)

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A piece of prose born from the back and forth between me and my favourite cardio-writer, a talent as constant and captivating as our very heartbeats themselves, @borrowed-rhythm 💙

A Dance of Hearts

All the time we're mortal, we're suspended in lust

Each pump a promise of pleasure

Entreating us to listen

Almost as if we're meant to

And lucky are those who get to hear, and be heard

Privilege beyond privilege

To sit in attendance for a body’s song

A cardiophilic heart left unheard by a

kindred spirit seems like such a tragedy

That was my tragedy until I met you

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Gotta be heart-specific x-ray vision. Call me what you want but got to be. Or magical/fantasy characters with translucent skin. Gimme dat heart-vision 👀👀

Heartbeat tropes I just love 💓

🫀 A character expressing their love by letting their love interest feel / hear their heartbeat, or just know how fast their heart beats for them.

🫀 Cold stethoscope chestpieces. I know nowadays most steths have no-chill rims, but to me there's something oddly hot about a character shivering because the chestpiece feels cold against their skin.

🫀 After-sex ear-stething cuddles. Need to say more?

🫀 Vampires and other supernatural creatures being able to hear heartbeats without having their ears touch the chest.

🫀 A character who's hooked to a heart monitor having a racing heartbeat (excluding actual medical emergencies).

🫀 When one character feels / listens to another's heartbeat and comments on how fast it's beating or how nice it feels.

🫀 A character comforting an anxious or sad friend / love interest by letting them listen to their heartbeat.

🫀 Syncing heartbeats.

Would you add more?

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Quick clip

While reading my favourite cardio-author. They know who they are 🤫😎