#again don't indulge in my stuff if you aren't a little wonked in the head

[morgana-ren]

Go on, indulge us. you know you want to. Astarion kinks?

So, this is an updated list from the one I put out from before the game came out, but I actually stand by a lot of my original assessments, especially with the Ascended ending. You can blatantly see my kinks and biases in here. He seems like a switch-- or maybe a chameleon is more apt-- before he does, but it's difficult to say what he's into before he regains his freedom. He'd been a sexual chameleon for so long-- just doing what he thought the other person wanted-- that it's sort of ambiguous.

However, I don't do sub writing, so he will be the dominant one for all intents and purposes here. These are also very dark so if you're looking for a more sweet, romantic sort of kink, I'm probably not the author for you. So let's begin:

Bloodplay:

He's a vampire, what do you expect? His lover doubles as a permanent juicebox, and he's never happier than when he's partaking in that sweet, sanguine desire. Blood like hot, liquid caramel, sugary sweet and decadent, and it leaves his mouth watering. It's just an instinct at this point. He draws it from you one way or another, sinking his fangs in your neck, the swell of your breast, your inner thigh, running his tongue across your skin until all he can taste is you and your essence. Smearing crimson across every part of you only to lick it back up again. He's a messy eater and likes to play with his food, so plan on showering and washing the sheets or scrubbing the counter or the floor or— well, wherever he takes you quite frequently.

Knifeplay:

No one said his love is painless. He comes to get off on your pain and fear— knowing he has the power and you are at his mercy, only able to plead and beg. He could hurt you so badly if he wanted to. Entranced by the tight swallow that bobs your throat as he holds the edge of the knife to it, praying he keeps his rhythm steady enough not to nick you— or worse. He doesn't need the knife to threaten you; it's simply another tool in his repertoire. You've seen him gut countless creatures with it, and now that crimson-stained blade is pressed against your flesh, just hard enough to dimple. All it would take is a tiny bit more force. You'd best heed his commands and give master whatever he wants because what you don't give willingly, he will take. He's not above reminding you just how sharp his trusty dagger is when you backtalk him. Just enough to have you hissing and sighing his name, tinged with fear and arousal as you exhale it. And this segues into the next one—

Scarification:

Cazador did one hell of a number on Astarion with that knife. Those infernal scars are a part of his being for eternity, and it seems more than his flesh was scarred in the aftermath. However, sometimes cruelty begets cruelty, and now that the knife is in Astarion's hands, he fully intends to wield it. Those marks indicated that he belonged to Cazador, body and soul-- so what better way to mark his property? His scripting is lovely, so don't worry your little head about it; It'll be as pretty as you are. His name will look lovely carved into your back, or perhaps your thigh or-- perhaps both? Perhaps somewhere more obvious, or maybe more scandalous. Anyone fortunate enough to gaze upon you will know to keep their hands off. Anytime he runs his hands over the intricate marks raised across your soft skin, it reminds him that he owns you, and it's never long before he's crawling on top of you to remind you of that.

Brat taming:

He says he wants obedience, and he does— but he also wants to earn the power that encourages that obedience in the form of vulgar displays of it. Quiet pets who never do anything but what he wants are so terribly dull. He wants a little challenge in his darling. A spark of fire to keep things hot. He wants you to rise and rebel against his tyranny only so he can swat you back down to your place on your knees. Go ahead! Deny him what he wants. Backtalk and spit venom at him, wailing to the midnight moon about "You can't make me." He'll gladly show you exactly what he can make you do. He'll bruise your delicate skin, dig claws into yielding flesh, force you to your knees all over again to remind you just who is in charge. It tickles him when you find your strength only to have it taken from you. Try to turn the tides by mouthing off and challenging him. He does so love a challenge, because in any game he plays, he always wins.

Possession:

When he threatened to sequester you away deep in the bowels of his palace far away from the prying eyes of Baldur's Gate, he meant it. You belong to him. You are his to command and abuse— to love as he sees fit. Anyone foolish enough to come between him and his eternal love meets a violent end. Sometimes you need reminding of that. If it means whittling his name into your very marrow, he will do it. He will place a golden collar on your neck to remind you who owns you. If an intangible leash allows you to stray too far, he will use a real one. Be it a ring on your finger, a gilded cage where he locks you away, or a chain linked to his scarlet throne, you will know his adoration extends far beyond obsession. He will look upon you and know that you are his forever more, whether you like it or not.

Choking:

Astarion adores your neck. A soft, sensitive little weak point that fits so easily in the palm of his hand. He can feel your pulse rabbit away as he squeezes it, capturing your breath between his fingers. Only he decides when and if you breathe again, even as your breathless pleas fall on deaf ears. It's multipurpose! Holding you down as he ravages you, cradling your body as he feeds— or perhaps you get a bit mouthy and he has to remind you just how fragile you truly are. Slender fingers flexing and furling until skin turns to a cosmic spattering of vibrant colors in various stages of healing. The sweet hiss of pain as he punctures the bruise. No jewelry he could ever buy you will look as desirable as the purpling shadow of his hand sprawled across your throat, ever present.