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Catarina Devon (One Piece) V.S. Glitterbeard (Sea of Thieves) V.S. The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything (Veggie Tales)
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Happy Pride month my friends!!! 🤘🏻😘 #pride🌈 #pride #glitterbeard #rainbow #queer #spikeyvandykey #dragking #dragkingmakeup #lgbtq #fyp https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce9YzxRPY9u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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just did the glitterbeard tribute in sea of thieves
i LOVE this game so goddamn much UGHHH
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We completed GlitterBeard's Commendation and was able to visit his hideout!
#Sea of Thieves#SoT#SoT GlitterBeard#GlitterBeard#we were going to come back and take a pic with the beards we got but it closed by the time we got back :/
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Reapers, Glitterbeards and Forts - More Adventures on the Stormcloud
It’s always fun being on a big ship with plenty of cannons. 4-player Galleons are big and tanky and somewhat threatening, especially to other ships. In this session though, the plan wasn’t to reap and tear. Instead, we were playing as emissaries for the Gold Hoarders, in order to help me reach level 50 and become a Pirate Legend.
Luckily this wasn’t too hard to do. We ended up doing some vaults……
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His friends call him Glitterbeard. Yes, that's orange soda. He would like more piercings, please & thank you.
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l#COCKETTEs #Colorful #new#MultiMedia #MusicalRevue -June 2, 3, 4, 2022 (Thurs.,Fri., Sat.) -3 nights only! 7:00pm @theoasissf in # keepSan Franciscoweird #theatrelife #musical #glitterbeard #musicaltheater @djdanksf & Birdie Bob Watt! 🤩 I am having #fomo because I will be in Europe OMG (at San Francisco, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdFVNV7O9Ie/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Basher Forstum: Glitterbeard was in a mood just now.
Captain Faril: A mood? Mate, he was nervous.
Basher Forstum: What for? The big bald fellow he was escorting?
Captain Faril: With the half-elf, aye. New clients, maybe? Either way, Glitterbeard was fit to fill his trousers.
Basher Forstum: Heh. Just as well he's going down to special deposits.
Captain Faril: All right. Calm down.
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Captain Faril: What's wrong with you now?
Basher Forstum: Shoulder. Glitterbeard kept checking this one chest in the vault, over and over - nearly dropped a door on me. Mustn't have seen me.
Captain Faril: Or maybe he did.
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Basher Forstum: Mark the notice in the barracks, by the way. The anti-magic whatsit is banjaxed.
Captain Faril: Aye, I heard. Word is the Gondian guild has downed tools and gone walkabouts.
Basher Forstum: Striking, I bet. Lazy gits. Wish I could go on strike.
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Am I the only one smitten with Rakath Glitterbeard?
Yeah? Just me and my weird-ass tastes?
Ok.
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Rakath Glitterbeard……… smash
#no further questions#watch how that man handles a pipe and tell me u don’t want him carnally#bg3#rakath glitterbeard#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3
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Bound by You: Love is Power, Love is Weakness
Part 1: Exposure (rewrite)
Word count: 1.5k
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Ascended Astarion x AFAB Resist Durge/Reader
Warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, ear play, violence against an NPC
AO3 link: Exposure
Summary: Astarion can exert his control/power as he maintains composure while fucking you, and while he may not be as strict with his council when doing so, the harshness behind his actions is still there. But when you torture him by making him moan in front of everyone who is beneath him? Not only will it show him weak, but it’ll show his weakness.
It’s another boring day as a consort while you sit on your lover’s bare lap, slowly rolling your hips into him. Ever since the ascension, Astarion has refused to let you out of his sight for too long, always wanting to have some part of him touching you. It upset you, at first, having to sit in on all of the dreadful conferences and dull discussions. But as always, Astarion made sure that it was worth your time.
He’s droning on about some inaccuracies in recent reports he’s received and his fingers dig into your hips as the proprietor of the counting-house stumbles out an excuse. You can’t help but giggle when you picture the proprietor trembling as he tries to talk his way out of this mess. You remember his name being quite the joke as well, something like Sparkleboard or Glimmerbrook.
“Rakath Glitterbeard,” Astarion barks at the dwarf before berating him for his inadequacies. He shoots you a mischievous glance, confirming that he too is bored with this meeting, so much so that his mind had wandered into your own.
Of course the poor sod’s name was something ridiculous. If he was going to have a name as awful as that, he should just change it to Goldcoin or something similar. At least then it’d have relevance to his job.
Astarion pinches your hips in an attempt to stifle any laughter that may come out, and you yelp in surprise. You look at your lover and notice the slightest crinkle in the corner of his eyes. The ramblings from Rakath stop, and Astarion’s head snaps towards him.
“Have you run out with excuses already, Glitterbeard? Or have you simply come to your senses and decide to own up to your shortcomings?” Astarion says with a growl.
You turn your head as well, excited to see what’s about to unfold. The dwarf readjusts his collar before clearing his throat, and the idiot decides to speak up against your Lord.
With the arrogance of a little kid, he says, “No, Lord Astarion, I just noticed that you seem to be preoccupied and thought I would wait until you regain focus.”
Astarion scoffs and you feel him grab onto your ass with one hand as he stands up and kicks back the chair he was sitting on. With his other hand, he pushes off all the paperwork that lay strewn about the desk. He sets you on the edge of the table before pushing you down so that your back is against the hardwood. He stares directly at that insufferable banker as he begins to thrust into you – hard.
“What was that about losing focus?” Astarion says with a crazed look in his eyes.
Rakath’s face turns bright red as he tries to stammer out a response, but it’s no use, as Astarion has already made up his mind.
“Silence. Pick up those documents and put them back on the table – in their correct order. After that, you will redo all of this week’s reports, as well as the last 4 month’s as well.” Astarion is interrupted by a noise of disapproval, his frustration reaching its highest point today. “I said silence. Perhaps you’ve forgotten how that tongue of yours works, shall I cut it out and show you?”
Rakath drops to the floor and begins frantically gathering the papers, all the while Astarion continues to slam into you with reckless abandon as he addresses the rest of the meeting attendees.
“Do I need to remind everyone that you’re in the presence of the Vampire Ascendant? I am more powerful than you could possibly comprehend, yet you wager your lowly lives just to make some ridiculous point. I could replace you with the snap of my fingers and no one would even care. I keep you around because I couldn’t be damned to get rid of you – however, give me enough of a reason and I’ll put the dungeon to use.”
You weren’t sure exactly how or when it started, but whenever Astarion would get annoyed or pissed off during a meeting he would yank you closer and begin to fuck you, right there, in front of everyone. Somehow he was able to maintain composure as he catered to your needy whines, asserting his dominance over the room while he dominated you. He always took care of you, and one day, you got the brilliant idea to care for him in return.
You’re once again sat on your lover’s lap with his cock buried deep inside you. His nose is deep in a document, a contract with an architect from Neverwinter, and his shoulders are tensed. You delicately reach your hands behind his shoulders to start massaging the knots. He doesn’t acknowledge you save for a quick twitch in his ears, so you push harder, hoping to alleviate some of the stress the Vampire Lord must feel. Moving up to his neck, you meticulously knead every knot you find, humming a soft melody as each point of tension slowly comes undone. When you finish giving him a massage, one of your hands slightly brushes against his ear, causing a shutter to ripple through Astarion.
You quickly look at his face and notice his lips part, a silent moan leaving them. Interesting, you think to yourself, and you slowly reach out to stroke his ear.
You watch as Astarion gasps, eyes fluttering closed in contentment, the contract falling from his hands. He desperately tries to regain control by focusing on his breath. You caress the helix of his ear and his breathing hitches before a pleased sigh escapes his mouth and he leans into your touch. His hands move to your back to stabilize you as he begins to roll his hips, ever so slightly fucking you.
He looks so beautiful like this, you think to yourself. Astarion’s eyes are hooded when he opens them again, and if your heart was still beating, you’re positive it would’ve skipped a beat.
You can tell from his posture that he’s about to move your hand away, and the mind-link connection you share confirms that. The Vampire Ascendant has an image to upkeep, and he can’t show any vulnerability outside of the bed chambers. He starts to shift in his seat when suddenly, you take his ear lobe in your mouth. He mindlessly bucks his hips forward and grasps the armrests of his chair, splintering the wood. You nibble on the lobe, pressing and flicking your tongue against the soft skin.
He can vaguely see in his peripherals the guests from Neverwinter glance at each other and shift in their seats. One of them clears their throat and Astarion tries again to regain his poise but all he can think about is your lips on his ear. You roll your hips and gingerly reach out to his other ear, pinching and rubbing the tip. A quiet moan starts in the back of Astarion’s throat as you coo at him, telling him that he’s such a good lord, so strong, incredibly smart, your love. All the meeting attendants can do is watch as the Vampire Ascendant comes undone beneath your touch.
Astarion is panting as you whisper sweet nothings in between giving attention to his ears. You bite down on the flesh in your mouth – harsh enough to draw blood – and moan from the sweet ichor that flows into your body. The nobility that would usually cower at the mention of the vampire lord’s name now sit watching, unable to do anything in fear of retaliation. One of the younger nobles, the son of the architect, begins to slowly stroke his fingers against his strained trousers.
Within seconds, Astarion barks an order.
“Stop.”
You pause, concerned that you may have gone too far. Before you can ask if you did something wrong, you’re sat alone on the chair while Astarion is on his feet and holding the young man by his throat. He raises the boy above his head and dangles him above the table, his claws piercing into his flesh. The architect starts to get out of his seat but a nearby guest stops him.
“You fucking degenerate. How dare you please yourself while looking at my consort,” Astarion bellows.
The boy is unable to respond as blood fills his throat, causing him to suffocate. Astarion slowly closes his grip around his neck, watching as the architect’s son struggles to pull his nails out. The boy stops thrashing, the life drained from his eyes as his body goes limp.
Astarion continues to hold the corpse in the air as he addresses his room. “Leave. Now. And if so much as a word of today’s events is whispered outside of this room,” he pauses, throwing the body onto the table where the group congregates, “I will personally hunt each and every one of you.”
A few days later, a rumor silently spreads across Baldur’s Gate. Astarion, the unforgiving and merciless Vampire Ascendant, has a weakness. While many laugh and make jokes about how the powerful tyrant gets turned on with the touch of his ears, a resistance group takes note of his true weakness, and their key to his demise: you.
Part 2 Here
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Looks like YOU’RE on the naughty list ❤️📜🎅🏻 #spikeyvandykey #dragking #santa #naughtysanta #dragkings #dragkingsofinstagram #glitterbeard #queer #holigays #lgbtq https://www.instagram.com/p/CmQRRBnNNIZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The Library
1300 words, Rated E, Enver Gortash/Ffion Goldgrind CW: Ropes and suspension, BDSM, Piss :)
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He’s an easy client, but it doesn’t make him a good one, and her feet are already sore in her boots and her corset is chafing with the sweat of the hot summer. This time of year is always a foul sort of time to work; tempers are high after taxes have been collected, those with money are flush, those without are demanding. At least her job allows her to keep a part of herself away, unlike some of the other workers. She notes the precious flower of young Sadrine is wilting, the poor halfling half full of seed and half empty of sweat and tears. At least she does not have that to deal with.
He is an easy client, but that doesn’t make him a good one, but at least he is direct with what he wants. As soon as he enters, shrugs off his heavy coat and gently unlaces his breeches, he is already setting his expectations silently, pointing out his preferred methods and tastes for the day.
“It has been a busy week in the Upper City,” he tells her in that jovial tone of his, placing the gold on the table by the door. The bag is heavy; he will be expecting to be here all afternoon. “As I’m sure you’ve heard many times today. I’m certain you will have seen some of my colleagues through your doors. Young Bormul perhaps? Glitterbeard, almost certainly. You seem the type they might enjoy.”
“Quiet,” she warns him in her strictest tone. He knows she can’t and won’t talk about other clients, and he does not want her to point out that he is here, just as they are. That’s not the game, and he wants the fantasy from the moment he crosses the threshold into the library.
Brat.
Once his shirt is off and he is down to his smalls he puts his hands in front of him, slipping into the cuffs with a smirk on his face. She hates this moment, where they are so pleased with themselves, but normally it does not last long before they start to stink of fear.
Enver Gortash takes a little longer. He is, after all, here to be taken apart by an expert.
She checks in briefly for his word (arbalest, as usual) before guiding him to the pulley. She clips him in, checks the tension through the dual anchors on the ceiling and the floor, and then pulls until he is dragged to the tip of his toes. His strong arms flex, hold his weight, and that smirk is still there as she pulls the last of his clothes from him roughly and squeezes his half-hard cock. As expected.
“You have been caught, rat,” she tells him. This is the script, this is what he wants. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Cunt.”
Simple this time. He must be tired. She pulls sharply and ties it twice around the floor hook, leaving him squirming on the ropes as she pulls up a seat, far away enough to be out of reach of his squirming legs.
That is one thing she can say about her time with Gortash. She at least gets some time to take the pressure off her feet. Though there are other things she likes less, she thinks, as she parts her legs wide and is met by the stink of two days without washing.
“Poisonous… disgusting cunt,” he continues, fighting against the strain. “I’ll kill you.”
“You have been caught,” she repeats, leaning across to select a crop from her selection. “Is that really all you have to say, worm?”
He spits at her, and she taps the end against the straining tip of his cock, just hard enough for him to hiss in pain.
“You have been caught,” she says again. “Do not make me call the Master.”
There is a shudder that goes through his body at that. These men are always a mix of issues, and Gortash wears them on his sleeve. Little megalomaniac.
“I’ll kill you before you can speak.”
“You try and take from my library,” she replies, “and you expect there to be no consequence? Little wretch. Foolish boy.”
She stands and pulls the ropes again and he groans with the strain, his eyes squeezed shut for just a moment before he fixes her with that dark stare again. Those eyes, set in the deep black rings of a boy who was beaten black and blue, the eyes of somebody who could indeed kill her, should he wish it. There is something about him that makes her want to hurt him, something that pushes her beyond the lure of coin.
She raps the crop against his nipples, once, twice. His breath is ragged, but he does not slip.
“Your defiance will not save you, Enver.”
“You will not break me.”
“I do not need to. Apologise.”
“No.”
“Apologise, Enver.”
“Never.”
She lets the rope slack only slightly, tying it off again and taking the paper from her desk as she goes back to sit, reminding herself to part her legs as she flips open to the latest financial news. Glitterbeard has indeed been in, spilling his financial secrets in his love of indiscretion, and it serves her well to check his information against the latest trades. Gortash gives her a good few minutes before he finds his voice again, darker now.
“When I am free,” he tells her, “I shall string you up like you have me. I will string you up for the people to peck at like ravenous beasts. They will rip your flesh from your bones, whore, and I will laugh.”
She does not move, but twists the rope in her hand and tugs sharply, revelling in him losing his breath for just a moment. But he does not stop. “I will let you beg-”
“You take from my library,” she says, “You will stay here until you apologise.”
“I will let you beg for your life. I will string you up and let you beg me to kill you.”
She strikes him on his cock once, twice, harder this time, and he finally loses his footing and slips.
“Quiet in the library,” she tells him, and he finally says nothing.
She has time to read the whole paper. She has time to hold his gaze. She has time to hear him spill a dozen more insults, each slightly wavering as his fatigue set in. He is getting older, she notices it in his stamina first, his head drooping, his eyes becoming unfocused.
“Apologise,” she tells him again. “Or I will hand you to the Master.”
“Never, Korilla.”
That name only comes out occasionally, and she pretends she does not hear it, covering his slip with three heavy strikes on his cock that make his legs fall from him. A trickle of urine drips down his legs, and she cannot resist pulling on the rope hard to let the stream drip down from his toes. He still does not reach for his word, even as it starts to cool. Stubborn.
She catches his gaze, and he sneers at her, eyes blown open. “I will catch you, take you from here. I’ll bind you to metal and you will be my slave.”
This is new. She strikes his sodden balls hard three times, and he cries out with abandon. She says nothing, running the crop along his heavy, purple cock as he thrusts against nothing.
“I will bind you and I will have you, you will belong to me and me alone, you will be mine, you will be mine and all of your power-”
“Apologise-”
“And I will own…you. M…ma… Mine. You will be mine. You will-”
She taps against his cock softly as his seed dribbles from him, his voice tapering off to a whimper as she watches him collapse in on himself.
“The bath is extra,” she tells him as she releases him gently to the floor.
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Lucius gets his revenge on Ed by breaking into Stede's craft supplies and creating a glitter bomb. He disguises it as a jar of marmalade and leaves it for Ed to find after he and Stede finishing "dueling practice" and he knows he'll be craving some(thing else) sweet.
Ed obviously cannot resist the lure of marmalade and opens it up and is immediately doused in glitter. It is everywhere -- in his hair, on his face, in his newly growing beard, between his toes, in his butt. And somehow, anytime he moves, more appears, and it gets buried in crevices he didn't know existed.
.......joke's on Lucius though, because Ed fucking LOVES it and takes great delight in proclaiming himself Glitterbeard and making the entire ship sparkle wherever he goes.
✨ Glitter, glitter, everywhere! ✨
And then naturally Stede gets covered with it as well, so they're a pair of sparkly pirate co-captains in love, and sometimes when they kiss the sun will hit them just right so they literally blind the crew with their spectacularly sparkly love.
.........which is all deeply annoying to the crew and they wonder if maybe Ed had the right idea yeeting Lucius off the ship.
#it is Friday and Friday means FUN and it means the entire crew of the Revenge is sparkly#those are the rules sorry#OFMD#Our Flag Means Death#Ed x Stede#Edward Teach#Stede Bonnet#Lucius Spriggs#emynn.op
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Stopped by the Counting House again because apparently there's some buried treasure on the beach behind it, and remembered that through various legal and illegal means I've obtained the keys to several characters' safe deposit boxes.
No one seems to mind us wandering in again (maybe Glitterbeard has given us the A-OK) so I guess we might as well take advantage of this.
It's a bit more challenging than I initially thought because the bank has glyphs set up to teleport you back out of the vault area if you try to wander in.
I initially played with Jaheira's Enhance Leap which let Hector go bouncing around the area, but it was kind of finicky and it turns out there's buttons on the walls you can hit with an arrow to turn the traps off. XD
Needless to say, this is just a smidgen of Roz the player sneaking in; I don't think Hector stole out of ALL these vaults. But some of these keys belong to people he doesn't like, and it is already an established character trait that if you're a dick he will ransack your basement in the name of Selune. I just can't remember which key came from which person. XD
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