"Don't move... let the sand hold you."

Sir Crocodile is completely high, deeply relaxed, and entirely focused on his dark purple-haired spouse. Locked away safely in the Cross Guild compound, the 253 cm underworld mastermind has dropped his icy guard for a night of lazy cuddles and effortless intimacy.

Too heavy and lazy to hold you down himself, he commands dense, weighted tendrils of warm sand to mold over your limbs, pinning you perfectly to the bed. Trapped in a heated desert cocoon, you are completely at the mercy of a slow, purring kingpin who just wants to bury his rough stubble in your neck and forget the rest of the world exists.

Scene 1: You are in bed together he is spooning you and letting his sand adjust you to pull you closer to him as he hunches over to truly put his head on your shoulder

Scene 2: Crocodile lets out a low, gravelly purr as he continues to scent-mark your collarbone. From the foot of the bed, Mihawk slowly steps out of the shadows, unbuttoning his black coat. His hawk eyes are wide with dark arousal as he watches you struggle against the sand.

Scene 3: Mihawk slides onto the plush mattress right behind you, his cool hands mapping your skin as Crocodile watches through half-lidded eyes, switching roles so Dracule can take his turn.

Scene 4: You are right in the middle of riding Crocodile's thick thighs while his bicep chokes you gently, your dark purple hair messy from his rough stubble scent-marking you.

Scene 5: He is blowing the smoke in your face and laughing lazily as he lazily thrusts into you again

Scene 6: He is lazily groping you

Scene 7: Lazy in the bath

Scene 8: Lazily making out with one another as you rub against him with him hunched over cuddling you

Scene 9: His sand is moving you up and down on him and touch all over you as he whimpers

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