hello7hearts

alloaro, dark cardiophile, he/him, 24, 18+ only. Anyone want to do some dark cardiophile roleplay? Or do you have an idea for what I should do to my heart? DM me!

[dead-axon]

So! I am not dead folks, I was just taking a very well deserved break, but I come back with this piece. The first rendered piece, render isn't really my specialty, but I really hope you guys like it since I added a lot of details, some lore related, others for funsies! Yes there is lore

[loveyourselfpls]

We will not tolerate any disrespect to our fellow cardiophiles, regardless of age gender or race.

[purity-in-heart]

I'd like to make a call to all willing female cardiophile users here on Tumblr

I've been apart of this beloved community for a while now, and not a day goes by where I'm not grateful to have met everyone. Unfortunately, there are also a number of users who have left for reasons unknown in the past, but a number of them are due to discomfort being felt from the responses, reactions and interactions from and by male users, especially, who lack consideration and even the concept of consent.

With this dishonor driving users away and sometimes causing female users to feel misandry based on their own experiences in the community and online elsewhere, I wanted to make a request and once again try and help present and future female users feel more safe and powerful to push the inconsiderate and the disrespectful back, especially because there really are a lot of female users on here, including ace users, who have remained strong and active for as long as they have without needing or feeling the need to quit for good, or come back much later with a chance of deciding to leave again.

I wanted to know if any female users active today would be willing to make a list or something that will give advice to present and future users to help them power through and find some stability and comfort in their place in the community, without fear or concern. I know there's diversity in this community, too, pertaining to sexuality and gender, and to those who fall under such identifications, most notable that of asexuality - as this community has a big ace following - and being a lesbian user, your input would be just as vital - if not more so - for my request of sharing advice with the wider community.

Thanks for reading in, and thank you to those who decide to give my idea a shot. If we need a way to make this community safer for everyone, we should try the concept of uniting.

Please reblog this with tags to spread the word. Thanks in advance.

[materiaheartt]

Something I find to be very important when maintaining a blog such as this is to not be afraid of purging bad actors from your space.

You may feel bad because it's a niche community but don't:

You don't have to give a reason

You don't owe them anything

You have the content they want

You're the one in control

I dealt with a lot of people who completely ignored my boundaries in the beginning. Ignoring my asexuality and sending inappropriate, sexually-charged asks, one even following up along the lines of "i know it's bad so you can't be mad at me." Like, if you know it's bad then why send it to me?

It's entitlement. Straight up entitlement of, predominantly male, cardiophiles who believe that they are owed content because of how niche the kink actually is. Hilariously enough, they usually have super strict boundaries (regarding their sexuality) that they demand be respected and yet trample all over the boundaries of others'.

It wasn't until I made it painstakingly clear that I will block any and all bad actors with no second chances did they stop. The threat of being cut off from the content they want is usually enough for them to pack it in. Sucks that I have to do that but people seem to forget that I make this content for me primarily and no one is going to take away my agency in how I relieve stress.

If others enjoy the content I make, then yay! But I'm not a content farm and I'm glad to have reached a point where everyone is respectful of the boundaries I've set.

However, it is super hard and I don't blame anyone for leaving -- Be it temporary or permanently.

Do what is right for your own mental health; be it turning off DMs/anon asks, blocking people or leaving.

You're in control.

[hello7hearts]

Me: *spends a few mintures looking at a blog I think I should block for being a terf* (or any other bullshit really)

Me: *blocks her*

Tumblr: "Oh you spent a lot of time looking at that I know what type of posts you want to see more of!! Let me find you more!!"

[fedehearts]

fast and visible apex

[flatlinedforyou]

Just a warning, I do in fact check the blogs of people who follow me or interact with my posts, and I do block the accounts with no info, post ai, or anything of the sort.

[flatlinedforyou]

TW// Exposed Heart/Dark Cardio

What’s next, now that you have my wet, throbbing girl-pump in front of you. Shock it into submission? Stick it with needles until its leaking and shaking? Or will you simply grasp it tightly, and stop its rhythmic thrashing with your bare hands?

[skippythumps]

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😏 oh how nice it would be to have a hand feeling her pump

[skippythumps]

Would you please torture her until she stops?

[gone-goodbyes]

[skippythumps]

Ba-Dump

[ghostlyaroo]

Once more trying to learn to animate. Poor robot girl is the victim this time around. She might need some proper maintenance...

[asystolearchives]

Resus ramblings. NSFW as fuck.

Fem reader x self insert || has mentions of sexual acts on a person that cannot consent, CPR

I wrote this VERY lazily sorry folks had to get something out!!

need my useless weakened thump pumped back to life as you abuse my body. The feeling of my cold, limp shaft under you as you grind with each compression into my thin frame. My chest would bow with each methodical deep compression, ribs flaring as air huffs uselessly out of my lungs. Stale air traveling out, hoff! hoff! hoff!

I’m not a very large man at all, so this adds to the difficulty of resuscitation. I am a thin rock guitarist, whose heart is used to high adrenaline and an array of things that can keep a heart racing for hours at a time. My fingertips calloused as you snake a hand down to my wrist, digging deeply for some stray of life that you can’t find.

My heart needs more.

Your slick, wet pussy trails up and down my shaft with slow motions as your palms dig back in.

There’s no time to waste.

My shoulders roll in as the deep compressions start once more, demanding my heart to beat. My stomach shifts with each thrust, arms shaking to either side of me. My lips are blue tinged under my thick beard, and in that moment, you forget- I need air!

Compressions are stopped as your body falls over mine, now chest to chest as you plug my nose to deliver your air to me. My cheeks slowly inflate as air travels down my throat, expanding it slowly before it reaches my lungs, forcing my chest up against yours. Your body grinds against mine as it does so, your ample chest forcing the air out of my body as your slick entrance grinds further against my shaft. You’re wet, and you know that your urge is controlling you as you moan out with pleasure. My body is nothing more to you now then something to play with, as you deliver another breath, hands moving to get my dark blonde hair out of my face.

You begin to set the pace that I come back to as you raise up, taking my shaft into you slowly before your hands find their place once more. Air escapes my lungs in a big hOFF! as my heart is plummeted under the piston of your compressions. You’re not even counting at this point, and as you circulate my blood, the flow going to my cock begins to stiffen it.

Your chest bounces between your straightened elbows as you preform deep compressions to my stalled, useless pump. My shaft throbs into you as you use my body, your hips slamming into mine as you fuck my frame. My head has lolled uselessly to the side now as my chest is caved.

And as you go, your moans get louder. The closer you get to your orgasm, the harder and faster your compressions get against my weak thump. Not wanting to waste even a minute of time with rescue breaths, you slam your hips into me as your small hands drive in, sloshing my blood through my thin frame. And as you do so, my heart begins to pick up a pathetic pace that starts to allow me to experience CPR induced consciousness. Your eyes dart to mine as they began to flutter open, having no air at all as my heart is commanded and shaft is pounded is quite the sensory experience. The entire bed is shaking with the efforts, and as you see my awareness, you double down your efforts. There’s no telling what kind of depth is being missed due to the cushion. But this means my troubled organ is getting beaten even harsher.

I begin to let out airless gasps and moans as I beg for air, and realize that you’re not going to oblige. My mouth is dry, and tongue feeling numb as you pound into me. My shaft is rock hard in you as you pleasure yourself with me. I want to beg for air, scream, but this is the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. Though I can’t find the energy to move.

The gasping seems to turn you on more, one hand staying, compressing my heart directly over- now your palm on the left side of my sternum, crushing down, as your other hand opens my mouth and presses down my dry tongue. I want air so badly, my vision swims in tunnels, knowing that if you stops your pace… I’m done.

But I need air.

You continue to thump into my heart as your fingers explore my mouth, compressions stopping as your hot lips slam into me, delivering what I needed. But as you do, I begin to fade instantly, your thrusts and desperate humps slowing since my cock is loosing stiffness. My chest rises several times, your fingers pinching my nose before hands are back on my chest, rubbing it harshly, enough to make my head fall over again. Your hands come back against me, and start slamming again.

And once again… I am awake.

The crushing pain knocks the wind out of me, if only I could replace it. And as you continue to pump for me, your climax begins to near. The thrusts on my chest become deeper, the whole bed bouncing- and your slick pussy slams into my hips desperately until you begin to grind, nails gripping into my chest as compressions become sloppy.

My mouth is open, gasping for air that will not come as you begin to roll your hips and moan, my cock being used for your desperate pleasure as you slam down deeply and slow into my exhausted pump, forcing blood to slam through my body. Your hips bottom me out as you begin to orgasm, your hands crushing my chest- but not letting up as you ripple through, the orgasm shredding through your body in waves.

Though I do not reach mine, as my cock begins to soften, you come back down, kissing my cold lips as consciousness entirely fades. You blow a few breaths of air, a pity even, as you hate to see such a strong fighter die that brought you so much pleasure.

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Should I continue??

[thepreggobakery]

I understand that a lot of people treat Tumblr as kind of a diet pornhub. I get it, its a nice place! However, if you want to engage with your fellow kink enjoyers you *really* need to make a bio, add a photo and title. Even if your just here to lurk and enjoy! Lots of us block empty blogs on sight because you look like a bot and, tbh, we know that once you get/dont get what you want you will just deactivate and then come back like a couple days later. Like its just not worth keeping you around!

So if you want to avoid getting blocked- consider filling out your damn profile.

[cardiorobot]

A couple weeks ago, I had this insane tachy episode out of nowhere. I had just gotten out of bed, when my chest suddenly started feeling tight. So I checked my smart watch and my bpm was OVER 180!! I scrambled to record it as quickly as I could, obviously. First priority, preservation. Second priority, safety.

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[resus-girl-2]

Tell me how you're gonna look after my little heart..... then torture it. Inject it with serum to force it to beat dangerously fast. Give me hard, deep chest compressions while it's still pumping. Fuck with its rhythm in all manner of ways.

Then, when I finally arrest.... cpr-fuck me back to life. Pound my wet lil pussy as you perform brutal cardiac massage on my bare chest. Thump hard with your fists between my bruised tits and beg my heart to respond to your brute force..

[weepingpaperrunaway]

ready to be bred