♡ th-thump! ♡

let me inside ur ribcage i promise i can be trusted in there just let me innnnnnnn

Don't mind me, I'm just thinking about hooking someone up to a heart monitor and edging them based on their heart rate. Watching the numbers on the screen tick higher and higher as you bring them close to finishing, only to pull away once their heart reaches a speed you decide is too fast. They whine and plead for you to put your hands back on them, but their begging only stresses their heart more. You insist you won't touch them again until the rate drops, and they struggle to control their body, filling their lungs with shaky breaths, desperate for their heart to slow when all it wants to do is race. After a few rounds of this, they would be so worked up their heart rate would simply refuse to come down, and it would pound so much harder than usual when you finally allow them to orgasm. ♡

there's nothing wrong with your heart, i'm sure it's only unsteady because you've been so stressed out lately. just lean back and relax. do you want me to go get my stethoscope? i can give you a little checkup to prove it... as i thought, you sound perfect, aside from a few fluttery missed beats. here, listen for yourself. those valves are snapping so clearly, you're the picture of heart health. they should hire you to do, like, cheerios commercials or something. then again... maybe i should examine you further just to be sure. give me those earpieces back. y'know, you don't have to breathe so deeply. i mean, it might help send your heart back into its natural rhythm, but... i kind of want to hear it skip and stumble for as long as it can hold out ♡

Blindfolds you. You won't know which pulse point I'll check next until you feel the pressure of my fingertips against your arteries, every unexpected touch spurring your pump to thrum faster and faster

drapes my stethoscope around your neck and uses it to pull you in for a kiss ♡