#damn anon

[valveplugconfessions]

the first time I ever jorked it was to tfp Optimus. This information has been plaguing me for years because I honestly don't regret it. Optimus is HOT and his voice DOES THINGS to me.

Now this is a confession.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Gonna put a warning thus features Adam being a bit of a creep but nothing actually happens, he just really wants to keep his angel close and like... he's supposed to be a bit on the irredeemable asshole side cuz he'sa pirate and all. Thus is for the pirate au.

The pirates hadn't even given Lucifer the dignity to say goodbye to his daughter, the moment he'd agreed to Adam's terms he'd found himself tossed over the pirates captain's shoulder as the man returned to his own ship, only leaving the instructions to "Make sure those bitches can make it to some harbor somewhere, don't want Daddy Dearest to think we don't fulfill our promises!~"

Lucifer attempted to kick and struggle, trying to keep his daughter in his sights as he protested the manhandling, but all that earned him was a slap on the ass, stunning him with an embarrassingly bird like squeak, and Adam eventually being forced to bind his arms and legs from all the kicking. Even then he'd tried to cling to the anything he could before he was eventually pulled away and knocked over the head with the butt of his cutlass. Dizzy and disoriented he could onky watch as his beloved ship was ransacked and left barely floating in the water and his daughter disappeared over the railing as Adam pulled him over the railing of his own ship before darkness took him.

Lucifer half expected he'd end up waking in a brig or tied to a post or somewhere even worst. But instead his cheek was laying against something plush and soft and he felt as though he was surrounded by a cloud of warmth and softness, the gentle swaying and creaking of the boat rocking him in a lullaby that very nearly soothed him back to sleep had he not had this perveying sense of wrong in his gut and the pounding in his head as well as several other aches along his body. Forcing one of his eyes to peek open, he took in the blurry and limited image. Whites and golds assaulted his senses as he blearily looked through his lashes, trying to get a bearing on where he was only to barely remember to not freeze when a hand entered his peripheral, placing what looked like a shot glass down upon the end table and began filling it with an amber liquid. Following the trajectory of the hand, his gaze naturally traveled up the arm until his ruby eyes met gold. A jolt ran through him as his memories returned of the prior... day Week? How long had he been out!? It didn't matter as the pirate's smirk turned sharp.

"Finally awake, little bird?" The man was purring as be drank from his shot glass, "'Bout time. We have things to be talking of, yeah?"

With a groan, Lucifer pushed himself up, one hand coming to cradle the bump on his cranium. The area was tender and he felt the jagged edges of a scab, but since there was no stickiness or stiffened strands, Lucifer can only imagine that meant someone had washed him while he was unconcious, proven true when Lucifer caught sight of his own sleeve. Instead of the usual white white and pink coat and black gloves, he was sporting an oversized white tunic that fell overtime more like a dress or a robe, the shoulder of the tunic falling down his shoulder to expose his collarbone. Lucifer felt his cheeks heat up in both mortification and anger.

"Where's my clothes!?" Lucifer growled, glowering at the pirate, "I swear, if you did anything-"

"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist. You were filthy and covered in blood, we just cleaned you up, the clothes couldn't be saved sadly, we tossed them. Nothing happened."

"And why should believe you? Where even am I?" Came the hissed reply, Lucifer's shoulders tensed, his eyes suspicious. The pirate, Adam his name was Adam, only seemed more amused, his grin widening to show sharp teeth.

"Apologies, lemme properly welcome you, little bird." The man gave a mocking bow, gesturing around the cabin as though to show off, "Welcome to the Extermination, fastest and most feared ship in the Seven Seas!"

The Extermination!? That meant... fuck, the man before him must be Golden-Eye Adam! One of the worst pirates in the sea! Lucifer felt a chill run over him, not liking the implication that he woke up in the cabin of the most feared captain on the sea bereft of his clothes!

"What... do you want with me?" Lucifer's voice trembled, the man looming over him. He was large, very large, more than twice Lucifer's size and though he's always took pride in his petite size and how men would underestimate him, Lucifer couldn't help but feel intimidated. "You attacked my ship, threatened me and my daughter. Why?"

"Eh, initially we just wanted to pillage the ship. Nothin' personal, he'll its your fault more than anything for going iut on the open sea with such an expensive looking ship, but imagine my surprise when the rich, pompous little trader I had thought was going to just cower away like a trembling little mouse like all the others turned out to be a fierce little bird who was darting around with his talons out, downing by girls but refusing to kill them. Call me... interested."

"My daughter was present, I was just protecting her." Lucifer shot back, tense. "I wasn't going to kill anyone in front of Charlie!"

"But the fact is, you are no normal rich noble, you were actually fighting. A puffed up trader not afraid to get his hands dirty. A pretty bird with claws." Lucifer couldn't hide a flinch as the man brushed a strand of hair behind Lucifer's ear, trailing down his jaw force him to look him in the eye, "What sort of captain would I be if I let such a treasure slip through my fingers?"

"So you stole me from my daughter to keep as some sort of pet!?" Lucifer snarled, attempting to pull his face away, "You're sick!"

"I'm the greatest pirate to ever live, bitch." Adam chuckled, "Sick doesn't even begin to cover it. Don't worry though, pretty birdy. I got enough respect in me, you don't have to worry about your little virtue. I prefer my women willing.~"

"I am not your 'woman!' Nor am I a bird to cage up!" Lucifer hissed, "The only reason you still have a hand is because I-"

"Because you're mine." Adam cut in, the grip on his chin tightening, "You surrendered and agreed to become mine so I'll spare your pretty daughter, but don't think just cuz we're days away now we can't easily turn this ship around. I can go back on my word at any moment, little birdy, and easily outpace that eyesore you call a ship. Plus we know exactly where she'd go, there's only one port near enough for the amount of provisions we left 'em. So be my good little cockatiel in a cage, and we won't have any reason yeah?"

The blood drained from Lucifer's face at the man's words, fear stilling him. Without Lucifer's defiance finally culled for now, Adam's smile became softer, his hand gentler as adjusted his hold to cup the smaller man's cheek, a thumb rubbing circles beneath his eye,

"Don't fret, birdy. I can give you a good life here, you'll be well cared for and nobody will hurt you. I won't let them."

"You don't even know my name..." Lucifer shuddered, eyes locked to the hand touching his face, "I'm just a regular old trader, nobody special."

"Au contraire, little birdy. I'm THE Great Adam, the grestest pirate to ever live... but I wouldn't be the amazing fucker I am if I didn't know who the bastard who held the title before me was." Adam began to laugh uproarously, pulling Lucifer from the bed and into his lap, a hand supporting his back deliberately placed between Lucifer's shoulder blades. Lucifer stiffened, dread filling him as Adam's hand traced a specific pattern on his back. The reason Lucifer always insisted on a long sleep shirt and tailcoat, the tattoo of six red and white wings spanning his back starting from his upper shoulder and ending midback, the mark that signified who he was to his enemies way back when. "You bear the Mark, little Luci. Imagine my surprise, learning the Devil of the Sea himself had been hiding among traders and nobles with his pretty daughter after supposedly disappearing of the edge if the world. A real live legend amongst pirates, the inspiration for my rise in power, perched prettily on my lap."

Lucifer's blood turned to ice.

Lucifer never wanted anyone to know, he thought no one would ever know. He wasn't even sure if Charlie knew and if she had an idea she didn't say anything about it.

He rarely regretted getting that tattoo but now was one of those times.

And the look in Adam's golden eyes were anything but innocent. The lust was clear as day.

[calligrificator]

"Don't you get it? I love you. I always have. So please, just this once... stay."

[saetiate]

I think your kink is being known

Okay you win

Ask game: tell me a kink you might presume i have

[girlgerard]

Dropping in to say maybe Frank referred to himself as straight because he does not consider his feelings towards gerard to be gay, dropping out again gdbye x

GWAY GENDER WARS AND FRERARD CONTROVERSY ONE HIT PUNCH

[the-kingshound]

You pick it up, you sharpen it, you use it.

Anon I'd like to profess my undying love for you and your poetry

Same

[sunrizef1]

I need Logan to score points, sign with a mid- top level team with a good car. Make all the haters take back their words and most importantly always be smiling. His sad pictures are so heartbreakingly beautiful but his smile is even more

So real, anon 😭

We can only hope and pray that good things happen for that man ✊😔

Also that last sentence is poetry, I love that 🥰

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

HAH! I Suppose since you're all big and stuff you should go back home and hang out with your Moon.

Bet he would love to see you.

Clip: *freezes as his breaths quicken* M-Mama? Mama's here?

Kill Code: No҉, nơ ͜s͘wéét ̴śt̴ar. ̵Ma͞m͟ą ̕is̀ ̡not ̷he̛re.̧ ͡Y͢o͠u ͝a͏re s̨af̨ȩ ̧w͡i̴ţh ̡me.̡ ̶*glares at the anon*

Kill Code: P̸e͢ŕha҉p͏s ͡c̛e̸rtain c̀o͘m̵p̀aņý ̛s͡h̶o̶ul͠d̨ ̷k͘e̴ȩp͟ t̢o ͜thémsęlve̷s. I͞ ̧m͢a̴y̸ be ̵h̴old͞i͡n͘g̛ ̕t͢w͏o̧ yo͘un̸g͟ ͠o̸n̶es̸, ̕b͠u͠t ̛Ì ͜c̕a͡n ͜cer̷tai͟nly҉ s̸et͝ ͠t̶he͝m͜ ͜s͘ome̸whe̷re ͝sa͞f̶e̕ ͡if t͢he̴ ҉ne͠ed ari͡s̸e̴s.̶.̕.̴*growls*