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dethoratsPrompt: Crocodile/Luffy in which Luffy is immobilized and Crocodile gets Luffy off with out using his hand.
Rating: R
Pairing: Crocodile/Luffy
Word Count: 1,356
A/N: Basically NonCon so don't read if that's not your thing.
This time Luffy hadn’t been able to escape the ‘Desert Sunflower.’ The rapidly sinking sand sucked him in and no amount of scrabbling could give him enough leverage to fling himself free. Every grain was moving, rolling down into the pit with him, and that bastard Crocodile had set such a vast field in motion that no matter how far Luffy stretched, he couldn’t find a stable spot to grab. Deep laughter greeted his struggles as Crocodile watched, standing on the shifting surface as if it were perfectly calm and still. His coat, seemingly far too heavy for the heat of the desert, billowed in the hot dry wind like a cape and he paid no heed to Luffy’s bellows, curses, and furious attempts to free himself.
The sand in the timer slipped down through the narrow glass chamber, three minutes disappearing in the blink of an eye. Luffy never noticed and Crocodile, though he was in a hurry, decided he could spare a few more minutes to torment this pest. He imagined the look of horror and dismay on Vivi’s face as he described her supposed savior’s death to her in slow detail and his grin grew wider in pleasure at the thought.
Abruptly the sinking stopped, although Luffy was too busy flailing to notice it right away. He had been buried up to the middle of his thighs, making it difficult to move his legs but not impossible to get free. As soon as he realized his situation, Luffy stopped yelling and readied his hands to spring himself out of the sand. But Crocodile was faster and he had been in complete control all along. Sand loomed up behind the Straw Hat pirate captain, coarse grains sliding against each other with a sound mockingly like rain pouring onto pavement. It slid around his wrists, abrading his skin, and hauled his arms up and back, stretching him just enough that he lost all chance at leverage. Luffy struggled, futilely yanking his limbs and even stretching out his neck to try and use his head as a hammer. But the sand was too solid and Crocodile laughingly dissolved his head upon impact, leaving the rubber teenager frustrated and angry in his prison.
“I can give you more than just a kiss, rubber rookie,” Crocodile said, a sly smile on his face that made something in Luffy’s stomach turn sour. “A last good time before you die. Something to comfort the princess with when I meet with her in Alubarna.”
“Stupid sand man!” Luffy shouted, fear for the first time beginning to coil in his belly. Crocodile was like that Smokey marine. His devil fruit made him strong and resilient but if he couldn’t hit his opponent, there was very little he could do. “Fight me for real! Stop treating this and Vivi’s country like some sort of game!”
“Oh, it’s not a game, Straw Hat.” Crocodile’s smile never wavered even as his voice grew colder. “I’m deadly serious.”
The sand around Luffy’s thighs began to stir, rasping across the fabric of his shorts. He could feel grains farther down shift as well, a strange feeling against his skin as the pressure had only slackened by the smallest of margins. Dry fragments of stone drew together like iron filings to a magnet just above his left knee and began coiling up his leg. Vine-like, the sand slithered across his flesh, sucking all traces of sweat and leaving behind sere patches of skin. It was as if Crocodile was recreating Alabasta’s drought in his flesh and Luffy couldn’t help but flinch at the touch, breaths coming faster as he increased his struggling.
By the time another bond of sand had lurched up behind him to wrap around his neck and force his gaze down, Luffy knew what was going to happen. He could see the collected grains now, a thick lump of it moving over his thigh beneath his shorts and he almost shut his eyes at the first horrible touch. But Luffy couldn’t, WOULDN’T, block out the sight. Crocodile was a horrible monster, not a man at all, and the rubber captain refused to be cowed by him.
Teeth bit down sharply, the tang of blood on his tongue, as Luffy fought to keep from giving Crocodile any satisfaction. The thick lump flattened out and wrapped around his cock, the touch so dry and wrong and different from any he’d ever experienced. Every grain of sand moved as if it had a life of its own, vibrating against sensitive skin and stimulating him against his will. Adrenalin and rage had coursed through Luffy and now a spike of unwanted lust surged as well. The tip of one of Luffy’s canines pierced the tender flesh of his lip as he held in a moan and Crocodile chuckled, low and dark, as his powers detected the result of his ministrations.
Luffy waited for another insult or jibe, for the damn sand demon to give him the proper distraction, but Crocodile was too wily for that. He only continued to laugh softly from time to time, remaining in the same spot as before, silhouetted against the faded blue of Alabasta’s sky. The sand was relentless and there was no way to avoid it. Ragged breath moved through Luffy’s lungs and he fought against the immobile bonds and his body alike. But he couldn’t escape: not from Crocodile’s hold nor from the reality of his hardening dick. Too rough to be entirely pleasant, the sand still felt good as it twisted and coiled around his cock, the pressure and movement coordinating until it almost felt like a hand squeezing him.
Gimlet eyes watched him writhe and sand trickled down to caress his balls and Luffy resisted with all his might. He refused to give in to Crocodile, to give him any satisfaction, and he steeled himself against the unwanted pleasure that sparked in his blood. Crocodile only smiled, a narrow and knife-edged sort of expression, and more sand found its way up the back of Luffy’s leg. Grains gathered and built there between his buttocks and he could feel them spreading him open. Before dread could fully gather in him, even as he bit down even harder to keep from screaming accusations and curses and from sheer horrified outrage, Crocodile smirked and snapped his fingers.
Black eyes went wide and Luffy’s mouth flew open even though no sound emerged. Dry sand forced its way into his body, the shock of pain colliding with pleasure as more grains gripped and tugged at his cock, milking him. Luffy shuddered involuntarily as he came, Crocodile’s smug laughter ringing in his ears. The sand slackened for the briefest of instants then and Luffy took his opportunity, not realizing that it had been given to him.
“Crocodile!” he shouted, the name made more terrible than a curse by his shock and rage. Luffy tore his wrists free and snapped his hands to the ground, rubber strength and momentum catapulting him free of the sandy prison. He surged forward, fists rocked out towards his enemy in a bazooka attack, but Crocodile merely turned into sand and drifted unharmed out of the way.
The fight was short and futile and Luffy battled for the old man at Yuba and for Vivi and for himself and it was all in vain. The sand in the timer that Crocodile had restarted for his own amusement ran out again and the Shichibukai had had his fun. He caught Luffy on his hook when the rubber pirate made a final enraged attack and shucked him off, blood dripping down onto the sand. Luffy was stunned and sorely wounded when Crocodile tossed him into a renewed Desert Sunflower and he didn’t notice at the time the way the sand clumped on his wound just as a bit had clung to the damp spot inside of his shorts. The desert closed over Luffy’s dark head and Crocodile walked away without looking back. Some fools would never learn and he didn’t have the time to teach them. After all, he had a country to conquer.
Rating: R
Pairing: Crocodile/Luffy
Word Count: 1,356
A/N: Basically NonCon so don't read if that's not your thing.
This time Luffy hadn’t been able to escape the ‘Desert Sunflower.’ The rapidly sinking sand sucked him in and no amount of scrabbling could give him enough leverage to fling himself free. Every grain was moving, rolling down into the pit with him, and that bastard Crocodile had set such a vast field in motion that no matter how far Luffy stretched, he couldn’t find a stable spot to grab. Deep laughter greeted his struggles as Crocodile watched, standing on the shifting surface as if it were perfectly calm and still. His coat, seemingly far too heavy for the heat of the desert, billowed in the hot dry wind like a cape and he paid no heed to Luffy’s bellows, curses, and furious attempts to free himself.
The sand in the timer slipped down through the narrow glass chamber, three minutes disappearing in the blink of an eye. Luffy never noticed and Crocodile, though he was in a hurry, decided he could spare a few more minutes to torment this pest. He imagined the look of horror and dismay on Vivi’s face as he described her supposed savior’s death to her in slow detail and his grin grew wider in pleasure at the thought.
Abruptly the sinking stopped, although Luffy was too busy flailing to notice it right away. He had been buried up to the middle of his thighs, making it difficult to move his legs but not impossible to get free. As soon as he realized his situation, Luffy stopped yelling and readied his hands to spring himself out of the sand. But Crocodile was faster and he had been in complete control all along. Sand loomed up behind the Straw Hat pirate captain, coarse grains sliding against each other with a sound mockingly like rain pouring onto pavement. It slid around his wrists, abrading his skin, and hauled his arms up and back, stretching him just enough that he lost all chance at leverage. Luffy struggled, futilely yanking his limbs and even stretching out his neck to try and use his head as a hammer. But the sand was too solid and Crocodile laughingly dissolved his head upon impact, leaving the rubber teenager frustrated and angry in his prison.
“I can give you more than just a kiss, rubber rookie,” Crocodile said, a sly smile on his face that made something in Luffy’s stomach turn sour. “A last good time before you die. Something to comfort the princess with when I meet with her in Alubarna.”
“Stupid sand man!” Luffy shouted, fear for the first time beginning to coil in his belly. Crocodile was like that Smokey marine. His devil fruit made him strong and resilient but if he couldn’t hit his opponent, there was very little he could do. “Fight me for real! Stop treating this and Vivi’s country like some sort of game!”
“Oh, it’s not a game, Straw Hat.” Crocodile’s smile never wavered even as his voice grew colder. “I’m deadly serious.”
The sand around Luffy’s thighs began to stir, rasping across the fabric of his shorts. He could feel grains farther down shift as well, a strange feeling against his skin as the pressure had only slackened by the smallest of margins. Dry fragments of stone drew together like iron filings to a magnet just above his left knee and began coiling up his leg. Vine-like, the sand slithered across his flesh, sucking all traces of sweat and leaving behind sere patches of skin. It was as if Crocodile was recreating Alabasta’s drought in his flesh and Luffy couldn’t help but flinch at the touch, breaths coming faster as he increased his struggling.
By the time another bond of sand had lurched up behind him to wrap around his neck and force his gaze down, Luffy knew what was going to happen. He could see the collected grains now, a thick lump of it moving over his thigh beneath his shorts and he almost shut his eyes at the first horrible touch. But Luffy couldn’t, WOULDN’T, block out the sight. Crocodile was a horrible monster, not a man at all, and the rubber captain refused to be cowed by him.
Teeth bit down sharply, the tang of blood on his tongue, as Luffy fought to keep from giving Crocodile any satisfaction. The thick lump flattened out and wrapped around his cock, the touch so dry and wrong and different from any he’d ever experienced. Every grain of sand moved as if it had a life of its own, vibrating against sensitive skin and stimulating him against his will. Adrenalin and rage had coursed through Luffy and now a spike of unwanted lust surged as well. The tip of one of Luffy’s canines pierced the tender flesh of his lip as he held in a moan and Crocodile chuckled, low and dark, as his powers detected the result of his ministrations.
Luffy waited for another insult or jibe, for the damn sand demon to give him the proper distraction, but Crocodile was too wily for that. He only continued to laugh softly from time to time, remaining in the same spot as before, silhouetted against the faded blue of Alabasta’s sky. The sand was relentless and there was no way to avoid it. Ragged breath moved through Luffy’s lungs and he fought against the immobile bonds and his body alike. But he couldn’t escape: not from Crocodile’s hold nor from the reality of his hardening dick. Too rough to be entirely pleasant, the sand still felt good as it twisted and coiled around his cock, the pressure and movement coordinating until it almost felt like a hand squeezing him.
Gimlet eyes watched him writhe and sand trickled down to caress his balls and Luffy resisted with all his might. He refused to give in to Crocodile, to give him any satisfaction, and he steeled himself against the unwanted pleasure that sparked in his blood. Crocodile only smiled, a narrow and knife-edged sort of expression, and more sand found its way up the back of Luffy’s leg. Grains gathered and built there between his buttocks and he could feel them spreading him open. Before dread could fully gather in him, even as he bit down even harder to keep from screaming accusations and curses and from sheer horrified outrage, Crocodile smirked and snapped his fingers.
Black eyes went wide and Luffy’s mouth flew open even though no sound emerged. Dry sand forced its way into his body, the shock of pain colliding with pleasure as more grains gripped and tugged at his cock, milking him. Luffy shuddered involuntarily as he came, Crocodile’s smug laughter ringing in his ears. The sand slackened for the briefest of instants then and Luffy took his opportunity, not realizing that it had been given to him.
“Crocodile!” he shouted, the name made more terrible than a curse by his shock and rage. Luffy tore his wrists free and snapped his hands to the ground, rubber strength and momentum catapulting him free of the sandy prison. He surged forward, fists rocked out towards his enemy in a bazooka attack, but Crocodile merely turned into sand and drifted unharmed out of the way.
The fight was short and futile and Luffy battled for the old man at Yuba and for Vivi and for himself and it was all in vain. The sand in the timer that Crocodile had restarted for his own amusement ran out again and the Shichibukai had had his fun. He caught Luffy on his hook when the rubber pirate made a final enraged attack and shucked him off, blood dripping down onto the sand. Luffy was stunned and sorely wounded when Crocodile tossed him into a renewed Desert Sunflower and he didn’t notice at the time the way the sand clumped on his wound just as a bit had clung to the damp spot inside of his shorts. The desert closed over Luffy’s dark head and Crocodile walked away without looking back. Some fools would never learn and he didn’t have the time to teach them. After all, he had a country to conquer.
