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Summary: A captain and his crew capture a man from a different ship and use unusual methods to get information out of him
The clanging of swords, boots beating the wooden deck, and a storm that raged around them. It was impossible to focus on just one thing through the chaos of battle. Rain whipped at their faces and made the deck hard to stand, let alone fight, on.
The ship rocked to one side from the winds, causing the plank used to board each other's ships to plummet toward the earth. Crewmates slid against wet flooring, desperately grabbing onto whatever they could, be it each other, railings, or even the men they were fighting.
Some even used the sudden imbalance to their advantage, throwing their opponents over the side, watching as the enemy ship dove beneath them to catch their men, who slammed against their deck, winded, but alive.
The ship began to level back out, but the captain rushed to the wheel and spun it in the opposite direction, making the ship tilt drastically again, the other way now. Once more, his men either grabbed ahold of something, or tossed their opponents overboard, save for one.
A young man, who had actually skillfully slid down the deck and was about to jump overboard and back onto his ship, was grabbed right before his boots could leave the ground. He looked around and noticed he was the last of his crew still aboard, as the rest of them had been tossed back onto their own ship.
The ship stilled and the captain approached their new captive, getting a better look at him. He was young, maybe in his mid twenties, defiance filling his eyes.
Pierce wasn't much older at twenty eight. Young for a captain. He inherited his position from overthrowing the old captain, then had to fight to keep his position and hold the respect of his crew. "Take him inside," he commanded, "He knows where it is. I know he does."
The young captive struggled, boots scraping the wood beneath him as he was dragged into the captain's quarters, and left there. Almost immediately, he rushed to the door to push it open, but was nearly knocked back with the force of it being slammed shut once more. Whoever they had guarding the room must have been enormous. Definitely not someone this scrappy young man wanted to fight.
He rolled up his sleeves and tightened his black ponytail before approaching a window. He could fit through, but they were hundreds of feet in the air, and he knew his crew had already left. He'd fall to his death if he jumped out now.
With nothing left to do, he sat down in the captain's chair and waited.
He wouldn't have to wait long before Pierce entered, shutting the door behind himself. He removed his coat and hung it up to dry, shaking out his wet, short hair. "Bit wet out there, huh?"
The younger man narrowed his eyes. "I'm sure you didn't lock me in here for some small talk, captain."
Pierce chuckled and leaned against the desk, hovering over the man. "No, you're right, I didn't. I came to ask you a few questions. I'm sure you're familiar with the Pearl. The only gun in the world that can kill a reaper."
Of course he knew what it was. Every sailor knew what it was. It was a revolver that could actually kill a cloud reaper; a beast of the skies that could kill and entire crew in a single night without leaving a trace other than the empty ships they left behind, flying aimlessly with no captain to steer them.
"Never heard of it."
The captain grinned, which the young man didn't like. In an instant, ropes had come down around the man and snatched his wrists up. He hadn't even heard anyone else enter the room, and suddenly he was being bound and hoisted from the chair, carried over to the bed.
"Don't get the wrong idea, this is just so I have better access," Pierce told him as he was being tied down by the large man who had previously been guarding the door, "Take his boots off, I don't want mud on my sheets."
The man had been tied face down with his arms over his head and his legs spread, each tied to a corner of the bed frame. He struggled and yanked at the ropes, but they had been tied well. His boots were untied and yanked off, unceremoniously tossed to the floor. With that, the large man left, leaving the captain and the captive alone once more.
Pierce sat down on the bed, while the man glared at him from over his shoulder. "Let's start with an easy question. Refuse to answer, and you'll face consequences."
"Go ahead and torture me all you want," the young man spat, "I'm used to pain. I can have my bones broken and not say a word."
"Oh, I know, most pirates are. That's why I choose a.. different method of interrogation," Pierce said, tugging the captive's shirt to untuck it from his pants, "Something that isn't harmful, you recover quickly from, and it won't leave a mark... But most people still can't stand it."
Eyeing the man's newly exposed skin, he slipped his hands on either side of his waist and started to slowly, gently knead his hips. The man tensed and strained against the ropes, his breathing becoming ragged. "W-What the ffffff... fuck are you dohoing?"
"Oh, not so tough now, hm? I know it seems silly now, but as the night goes on, you'll find just how effective it really is. Now, first question: What is your name?" Pierce hooked his fingers underneath the man's waist and wiggled his fingers right into the dips of his hip bones.
It was horrible. He couldn't fight back, he couldn't protect himself. All he could do was buck his hips into the mattress, but he quickly stopped doing that when it just provided unneeded friction in a rather.. intimate position.
He spread his fingers out as he yanked on his wrists, then balled them into fists as he tried to control his breathing. The constant, gentle kneading was way more ticklish than he thought it could be. But he wasn't going to answer, so he kept his mouth shut.
He started to crack and unravel when Pierce started to rapidly climb his fingers up his sides, under his shirt, and vibrate them between his ribs. His chest spasmed and he bit his lip, failing to conceal an embarrassed, ticklish grin.
"I think someone's a little ticklish~" Pierce sang, slipping his fingers into the man's underarms to lightly trace, knead, and scribble.
Finally the man broke into laughter, which only seemed to make him more sensitive as he lost all composure. He jerked on his wrists over and over, helplessly.
"What is your name?" The captain repeated, raking his fingers back down his sides as they found his hips once more. The man started trying to buck him off, but Pierce was able to hold his hips down while he squeezed them, delighted when the man buried his face into the pillow and screamed, ending in cackles.
The young man lifted his head, and shouted through his laughter. "T-TAHAL- Tahahallis! Tahahahallis!" He kicked his legs before yanking on the ropes that bound his ankles.
Pierce stilled his hands, giving him a break. "Tallis, is that what you said? Good boy, telling me your name finally." He teased. "Next question-"
"W-Wahait! Can't I c-catch my breheath!?" Tallis complained, looking back up at Pierce, who only smirked down at him.
"You seem to forget that this is an interrogation," the captain purred, digging right back into his hips, "I'll stop when you tell me where the Pearl is."
Tallis wheezed and started his struggling back up again, kicking his legs against the bed. Laughter erupted from deep in his chest, turning into shrill, humiliating squeals when Pierce started to drag his fingers up and down his back.
The captive arched and twisted, but nothing he did could protect his ticklish back. To make matters worse, the helplessness, the intimate tingles shooting down his spine, and the closeness of the captain was starting to have an effect on Tallis, making blood rush to lower regions.
This didn't escape the notice of Captain Pierce, either. He trailed his fingers down the other man's spine, eliciting a choked giggle, then rested his hands on his lower back, just above his waist. "Well isn't this interesting?"
Tallis groaned and buried his face into the pillow as his little 'reaction' was called out. He'd rather have his bones broken at this point.
"Come now, this is normal," Pierce chuckled, "I've interrogated many people before, a some of them have the same reaction. All this means Is that I kick things up a notch and change methods."
"Wait wait-" Tallis didn't get time to beg before he felt the weight of Pierce settle on his waist, pinning him down further. He was completely helpless now, as he couldn't even really buck anymore.
With the weight of another man on top of him, it only made his arousal worse. He tried to control his breathing and steady himself, but when hands slipped back under his arms, he snorted and fell back into frenzied laughter, squirming and kicking.
Fingers danced and assaulted his ribs, dug into his underarms, raked up and down his back, and kneaded into his hips. All the while, he could feel himself getting harder and harder under the weight and the touch of this attractive captain.
Tallis bucked, unable to help it. Though, with the weight of Pierce on him, all it did was grind him into the mattress and get him more aroused. Hands latched back onto his hips, sending him back into a ticklish hell before he felt a tug on his stomach and a release, followed by waves of ticklish pleasure.
He twitched a couple times, his laughter turning into giggly groans, muffled by the pillow. Pierce stopped tickling him for a moment, letting him catch his breath, reaching up to undo Tallis's ponytail.
"There, good huh?" He teased, running his fingers through the younger man's dark hair. "Wanna tell me where the pearl is? Or do we have to start all over again?"
Tallis could barely focus, his mind fuzzy and clouded with pleasure as he tried to catch his breath. When he finally registered the question, he mustered up enough strength to shake his head no. "I.. can't.."
"Fine with me~" The captain purred and got off of him. Tallis barely registered the new weight on the backs of his legs, but he did jerk a little when he felt fingers trailing down the backs of this thighs. Immediately, his dick twitched again and he started squirming.
"Wait wahait no-" He giggled helplessly as his legs were tickled, squeaking whenever the backs of his knees were brushed over. With Pierce sitting on his shins, he couldn't kick out, either.
Fingers were suddenly scratching at his soles without warning, and Tallis burst into louder laughter. His feet shook, toes curled, and he tried to kick as much as he could but to no avail.
"So about that Pearl~?" Pierce asked, amusement clear in his tone. He grabbed the other man's toes and pulled them back, scratching underneath, drawing out higher pitched laughter.
"IHIHI CAHAN'T!" Tallis shook his head from side to side, his dark hair becoming messy and matted to his face, still wet from the rain.
"You can though!" Pierce abandoned his feet and turned around, sitting between his spread legs. He reached in tickled up his inner thighs before finding the tendons that connected the thighs to the groin and pinched them rapidly, successfully finding his worst spot.
Tallis jerked and screamed with laughter, immediately getting hard again. It tickled so, horrifically bad, but also felt so, surprisingly good. He couldn't help but yank on the ropes holding his arms up before slapping at the bed uselessly.
It wasn't long before his laughter caught in his throat, turning strained before his hips shifted forward and he released for the second time. His body shuddered and he panted, red in the face and out of breath. He closed his eyes and laid there for a moment, his brain swimming in pleasure and exhaustion.
Tallis groaned when he felt a hand cup between his legs. "Twice within twenty minutes of each other.. Care to go a third round or do you want to tell me where the Pearl is?" Pierce asked.
The young man weakly pulled on the ropes binding his wrists. The thought of doing this over and over again until he spilled sent a shiver down his spine, though he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad shiver anymore.
Yet, he doubled down. "I won't tell you."
Pierce hummed quietly. "Alright then, let's try something new." He grabbed the dark brown trousers that Tallis wore and yanked them down to his knees. He knelt on the fabric, preventing his captive from lifting his legs too much.
Tallis's heart was in his throat. This was such an absurd situation to be in, yet it turned him on like crazy.. He almost wanted to keep denying the location of the revolver if it meant staying here like this.
He felt Pierce slide his hand between his legs and begin rubbing him. He gripped his hands around the ropes now and groaned quietly, actually spreading his legs more. He was hot, burning even, and out of breath.
He stiffened and felt his stomach tighten, though before it could go too far, Pierce stopped, and Tallis groaned, wishing he hadn't. Was this his 'new method,' he wondered. Getting him worked up and then not touching him anymore?
It seemed more kinky than an actual interrogation technique. It wasn't until he felt a soft plume stroke down the underside of his shaft, that he realized what was happening. Tallis tensed and let out a shocked, breathless strained giggle, and felt his stomach drop.
"Oh god, no no, I know what you're- pfffff- hnng- hah- P-Pieheherce!" He wheezed and felt his eyes roll back for a moment as intense, ticklish sparks shot through his dick and up into his belly. He didn't even know he could be ticklish there, and suddenly he was being tortured with it, unable to move.
It had to be a feather that the captain kept on hand, it was too soft to be a quill. It brushed up and down his shaft before it started to tease and flick against the tip, almost making him release right then and there.
Pierce suddenly slid his free hand underneath Tallis and started to gently claw and squeeze his belly, never stopping the feather on his dick. "Tell me where the Pearl is, and I'll give you the best feeling you've ever felt~"
That was playing dirty, Tallis thought, but he couldn't think too clearly through the tickling. He gasped and laughed and kicked, twisting his body from side to side.. Then he cracked like an egg.
"Ahahahahaha! Aha- Abohoard my c-crehew's ship! We hahave it!" He shouted. The fingers at his belly were maddening with how stretched out and vulnerable he was. "C-Cahah- Captain Ahamelia Steeheed! The Ahaster!"
"The Aster?" Pierce asked, flicking the feather along the length, watching as Tallis tried to squeeze his legs together in ticklish agony.
"AH! It's- fuhuck- The nahame of the shihip! Ihit has puhurple flowers on the sihide! Plehease!"
Amelia Steed. Pierce knew that name, and he knew it well, unfortunately. "Alright then. As promised."
He moved his free hand from Tallis's belly and latched it into the crease between the thigh and his hip, wiggling his fingers there expertly while he brushed the feather faster over his dick.
Tallis buried his face into the pillow once more and let out a cacophony of screams, groans, and laughter. He couldn't thrash anymore, only able to laugh himself silly and weakly buck his hips. Though, as promised, it felt amazing.
His eyes rolled back and he released a third, and final time, leaving his body twitchy as he continued to giggle breathlessly through it. He convulsed a couple times before he finally went limp, panting heavily.
The world was gone to him, the only feeling being the weight of his body one the bed. He jumped when he felt hands on his back, but they were firm this time, instead of ticklish. He felt the ropes being loosened, but his body felt like lead and his brain wasn't registering anything around him.
He felt Peirce roll him onto his back, then cover his lower body with the blankets, saying something about resting before he got up and left the captain's chambers.
Tallis's mind wandered to his own captain and hoped she wouldn't throw him overboard when she found out that it was him who told Pierce about the Pearl, though he didn't have much time to think about it before he fell asleep.
I wish it would start like this and end with your fingers down my throat, gagging me until I'm in tears, which I know would only make you push them even deeper
Actually I may or may not have told about my project so Imma tell again!
So for those who dont know, Im studing becoming a cobbler! So I make and maybe repair shoes and other kind of leather products too (havent really decides that)
SO. Im currently on a pattern making course, which has been quite tedious and tiring work, cause gotta make sure verything is exactly and not off by mesurements (just eikä melkein in finnish xD)
Since I started my school and also Im a submas fan, what a better way to merge my interests and make their shoes! The original, butlermas and sygna suit ones!
Not gonna lie... they have been causing me quite the headache in terms of how to turn them real workable shoes but still having the submas vibe. I started from the "easiest" aka butlermas shoes... by easiest I mean that i dont have to think about boot mesurements which is an another can of worm...
anyway, in a way I can comfortably that submas shoes as is are ass. Like they do not work as shoes. Which is causing me pain because on top of thinking about mesurements and stuff, I still have to design them to be workable. For drawing purposes I they are fine but wearable... nah.
Like, the og ones are missing a piece of a sole? Butler and sygna ones are better, cause they have that curve like normal ones. No visible seams? ...ok I let that bit slide cause when drawing shoes, you dont really think about them being wearable. Just that they look cool and all.
BUT. Luckily I have found something for the buttler shoes which look EXACTLY how they would be, if they'd be wearable! Which is def helping me. But behold!
These are exactly how I'd imagine the shoes to be, and my teacher also agrees this design being good for the shoes! Of course, the image ones will look diffirent from my pattern and prototype but the pretty spot on right?
Here is the quick comparison. Red line is the og, while blue is the "realistic" one. Quite the diffirence, right?
So far havent done much, but so far it looks nice! First Imma just do general patterns and see do I need changes, but when the time comes, I will make them for my legs spesificly! ...and maybe someday for others but we'll see.
Even if Ingo and emmet has the same shoes, I'll be making Ingo's cause white is not really the nicest color to work with. Plus I prefer them being darker color to soo xD
I probably will share more updates to this project so stay tuned for that! ...I could use the tag "soupmas shoes" so it'll be easier to find xD
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Behold! The fic that was meant to be a drabble for last year's Kurostuchi Week and spiraled into a fic of its own! It both helped me with my writer's block and also locked me into to needing to finish it before focusing on other stuff XD
Also this was the fic i was planning to work on before suddenly need to go to the hospital XD
But anyway, super happy to finish this fic and super happy to be able to use @mayuris-basement-dweller 's OC Haruki in it! :3
With out further ado: New Recruit is available to read!
After the devastating attack on the People's towns, young mage Enkarini and her friends, Soris and Caiara, travel to the mysterious village known as Dragon's Teeth. They plan to spend some time among the experienced and powerful mages there, learning more about their abilities. Enkarini especially wants to find a way to control her own shadow magic, something she has grown more uneasy with since her father's death.
Their plans go awry, however, when they discover the Mayor of the town has placed blood bonds on them all, keeping them from leaving. Learning takes a back seat as the three find themselves caught up in the village's internal struggles.
