People get real weird when you say you want to feel their heart beating in your palm after you've slipped your hand under their ribcage

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People get real weird when you say you want to feel their heart beating in your palm after you've slipped your hand under their ribcage
ily visible heartbeat and chest rising and sinking in with each breath and muscle movements visible under the skin and just generally when you can see the workings of a persons inner machinery from the outside <33333
Sometimes, I just really want the feeling of someoneās hands against my chest. Iād love to feel the warmth of their palms over my sternum and to feel just how strong their hand is as they compress my chest. Or Iād even just love for them to lazily keep their hand cupping my chest just over my heart so they could feel it beat as we watch something together. Itās such a strong and overwhelming desire that I get sometimes that itās all I can literally think about and I try so hard to imagine how itād feel like.
I wish I could fall asleep on their beautiful chest just cozy and nothing to worry aboutā¦
There needs to be a word where youāre the opposite of heart horny but still cardio centered but more soft. Like damn I really just wanna breathe in and out with someone and feel their heart slow right now
Can you imagine lying in someoneās arms at dusk and listening to the sound of their heartbeat? Being so completely and utterly in love with them that the steady thud in their chest is somehow a miracle, drawing you in and reminding you that life is precious. Suddenly, everything is fragile and beautiful. The way the blood pumps through their veins, the way their chest rises and falls; these simple indications of life are so overwhelming. Theyāre alive and right beside you. Theyāre in love with you. Theyāre alive. Youāre alive. Itās okay.Ā
Tying down a cyborg, opening their chest panel and touching their still-beating heart. Caressing it, playing with it, leaning in to kiss it. Being able to literally feel it when their heart flutters. Seeing it pound with anticipation as they wonder where youāll touch them next.
Whenever I tell someone about my fetish, they ask me to explain it.
I mean- I donāt understand it, either. I think I was just born this way.
But, when Iām alone with my own thoughts, it just makes sense. Thereās so much to the heart that makes it meaningful to me. As a hopeless romantic, I long for the vulnerability and rawness of another heartbeat.
Thereās something so tenacious, yet fragile about the heart. It never stops beating, but itās safe inside of its cage. It beats harder and faster, but itās still hidden away from anyone who could notice. Excitement, anxiety, anticipation, fear, arousal⦠Itās all hidden.
Letting someone feel your heartbeat is so intimate and personal. The heart is probably the most important part of the body, other than the brain. So, of course it would feel nerve wracking to let someone touch it, or listen to it.
What sets the heart apart from the brain is the tangibility of the heart. It can be seen, felt, and heard. To me, the action of listening to a heartbeat is the closest thing someone can get to mind reading. Every thought is translated by a heart that is fast, or slow. Soft, or hard.
Maybe our hearts want to hide for their own safety. Theyāre just so vulnerable.
Someone can lie, but their heart cannot. The heart can only react. Feeding off of that vulnerability and humiliation by listening to it⦠Teasing itā¦
Thatās why it excites me so much⦠š«āØš
It's amazing how much asexuality can go hand in hand with kink. It feels almost oxymoronic, and yet here I am. I don't even really feel sexual attraction and I'm out here reblogging all the most perverted bullshit. I'm having fun. Toying, even. I'm just in it for love of the game, baby
let me inside ur ribcage i promise i can be trusted in there just let me innnnnnnn
Oh, your heart skipped a beat? Tell me more. Did it skip multiple times? Was it soft like a butterfly flapping its wings or a solid kick deep within your chest. Was there a feeling that it flip flopped as it regained its rhythm. and most importantly, did you like it?
Slide your hands between my ribs and clutch my heart in your hands, feel it throbbing and bleeding beneath your fingertips.
Iām so sleepy and could go for some cuddles. Cuddles and listening to each others hearts. That sounds so nice.
Sometimes I wish I had a cardiophile partner so I can do cutesy shit like send a lil recording of my heartbeat to them and say āhey, hereās my heart while I was thinkin of you šā idk lol.
Holding your special someoneās hand and rubbing your thumb across their soft wrist, catching a few beats of their steady pulse grow faster.
Pressing your hand against your special someoneās chest after a long kiss, both of you gasping for air and you feeling their pounding heart nearly beat out their chest.
Listening to your special someoneās heartbeat, steady and soft, as the fall asleep.
Thatās what itās all about man
If I was dating someone I hope theyād lemme rest my head on their chest šš and I hope theyād lemme kiss their chest and talk sappy about their pretty heartbeat šš Iād kiss their neck too and feel their pulse on my lips šš please universe send me a partner whoāll let me indulge my heart obsession pleaseeeee
When you put your hand on your chest like that, are you satisfied just feeling your own skin against yourself, or do you crave the sensation of your heart pushing someone else's fingers up and down? Would you prefer it if someone else's hands were exploring your ribs, shifting with each breath you take, pressing into your flesh?