between two lungs

ever since i was a little girl i wanted to experience being taken away by my fated vampire lover

you ever see a fictional man and think. i am sooooooooo normal about him. but youre lying bc no youre not

can someone invent a type of letting go that actually feels good instead of feeling like your soul is getting ripped out via large intestine

Daydreaming about what the sex would be like years into the relationship with Astarion. When he's finally fully comfortable and feels safe enough to get completely and utterly lost in the act. Being on top of him in a chair or on a sofa, him holding super intense eye contact with darkened eyes, mouth slightly open, fangs showing. Without a care in the world if he looks sexy and seductive enough, since he's already won you over, he doesn't even waste a single thought on that stuff anymore. And somehow, now that he doesn't think about it anymore, his intense gaze is the most attractive. Staring right into your soul as he makes you whimper. The way he just pounds into you messily because you just feel so good all around him, and nothing matters in the moment except how good it feels. The uncontrolled low groans escaping his throat. His feral vampire nature coming out. Him being comfortable and secure enough with you to let the animal come out, already knowing he won't accidentally hurt you and you're not scared of that side of him. He knows you deeply enjoy all parts of him, you don't care when his nature overtakes. The wet, sloppy kisses on the scars he left on your neck. Breathing you in deeply, your hair falling into his face, completely overstimulated by all of you, your scent, your moans, your fingernails digging into his scalp. The way he doesn't even feel the need to ask anymore if he can bite you while fucking you, he knows you inside and out. Everything that gets you off, everything that pushes you over the edge when he wants to get you there. The way he gets just a little aggressive when he's overcome with how much he loves you and how fucking good and tight you feel around him. Complete bliss and ecstasy. When he gets to let out that bloodthirsty violent part that still lives inside of him, in a safe space, a safe bed, with you. The way he immediately goes back to being all round eyed and clingy when you've both finished. The way he'd just hold you so tight after, leaving a thousand little kisses all over you to thank you for making him feel so alive and accepted in his entirety.