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Numbers Game ~ Part 15

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 4533

Ao3 Link

Summary: Your frightening lovers want to spoil you for a job well done, but something else might get spoiled in the process.

Author's Note: This was why I paused. Numbers Game is my life now. The air I breathe. I've got to stop daydreaming chapters at work, I am unwell 🥴

Flashbacks from reader's past are bracketed between these symbols: ~🌲🌲🌲~

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Degradation, Blood and Violence, Hair-Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there), PIV Sex, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Multiple Orgasms, Scratching, Knifeplay (hookplay?), Dom Mihawk, Dom Crocodile, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Guilt crawled into your chest as warm bodies held you close. Your legs were tangled with Buggy’s, and his gentle snoring pulled at the corner of your lips, an almost smile.

I thought I was… I felt it before…

All the guilt you'd held for the first few days after Crocodile and Mihawk came poured back into you. The frustration you'd had with Buggy felt sour on your tongue, along with the sick feeling of betrayal you’d carried before he’d shown you it was all okay.

Now it was over a week since he'd given you that smile of acceptance, and the two of you were caught in the whirlwind of these powerful men.

You nuzzled against Buggy’s chest, remembering how many times he’d put himself at risk for you, protected you, even after all the mistakes he’d made. Even after watching you fall apart for them. Warmth filled you, rolling that guilt away as you sighed against him.

The guilt had rolled away, but ice formed in its place at the thought of the other men on the bed.

Buggy…

“Wake up darling, you have some outfits to try on.”

Mihawk had crawled over you, leaving tingling kisses on your neck until you squirmed awake, nipping at your ear before dragging you to the edge of the bed.

“I like the dress,” Crocodile prompted after they’d all watched you twirl a few times in different styles of frighteningly expensive clothes.

“Yes, yes,” Mihawk brushed him off, tracing his fingers over the loose top he’d helped you button up, tucking it strategically into your perfectly tailored pants while he looked you over. “You clearly have an old fashioned taste.”

“What’s that supposed to mean–”

“How about the red one,” Buggy cut in, circling the room with a bright red top in his floating hands.

“I’m hungry,” you announced before the other men could respond.

“You look lovely,” Mihawk bragged, pulling you toward him to lay a kiss on the inside of your wrist. The heat in his eyes caught your breath before he guided you toward a pile of shoes.

“This feels weird,” you laughed from the doorway. They stood in the hall, waiting for you to walk toward them like parents waiting for their toddler’s first step. “Can you look away or something, you’re making me nervous.”

The looks on their faces made you choke on another laugh before finally stepping out to walk on your own. There was no longer a need to carry you since very nice shoes protected your feet, yet they both reached out for your hand. They narrowed their eyes at each other again until you squealed, running past them while Buggy cheered you on.

“I’m hungry!”

No punishments awaited you as breakfast came with soft smiles and pretty words, before party planning took center stage again.

~🌲🌲🌲~

“What kind of teenager hates parties, and loves homework,” Kat whined, messing with your hair while you studied. “Don’t you already have like two hundred percent in that class?”

“That’s not how that works,” you teased, closing your textbook to hold against your chest. “And I love parties. Just not these parties.”

“Come on, big sis! Get ready with me,” she implored, her puppy dog eyes way too effective.

“Fine,” you gave in with a laugh, setting your homework aside. “Just promise you’ll come save me if Mrs. Cargill corners me again.”

“Promise,” she giggled, pulling you toward the vanity.

~🌲🌲🌲~

You knew what your contacts would expect at an event like this, but you were more than happy to hand off your recommendations so that staff could handle the rest of the party details.

That left you free to dive into the numbers. It was impossible to make projections for this “product,” but you did your best.

Numbers felt familiar, relaxing, but it seemed you had another talent that Crocodile drew from you.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he praised, gesturing to your notes. “You already gave us dirt on most of them when you made the list. I can’t imagine that every investment banker knows so much about their client’s sordid affairs?”

“You’d be surprised,” you said lightly, staring at a few names in front of you. “But I think I can add more details to a few of these.”

“Good girl,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Show me how to ruin these rich idiots. Just in case we need to, of course.”

You all had a working dinner in the banquet hall as staff scurried around, but sitting between Crocodile and Mihawk at that familiar head table made your skin hot.

“Mm, what a needy rabbit. Are you remembering how much you enjoyed being dessert? I’m sure we can arrange another–”

“Mihawk,” Crocodile hissed, silver eyes flicking down to the long fingers that were teasing over your thighs. “Behave. The staff don’t get to have a show.”

“Please, I doubt there’s anyone in a five mile radius that isn’t keenly aware of how we all enjoy our downtime,” Mihawk scoffed, removing his hand from your lap to take a sip of wine. He glanced at your burning face, trailing a finger against your cheek with a satisfied smile. “You’re ours. Isn’t that right, pet?”

“Yes,” you breathed, grinning at the sight of Buggy’s head floating around from Mihawk’s other side.

“And what am I, chopped liver,” he joked, setting his chin on a hand he’d floated in front of your plate, pouting at Mihawk.

“That’s exactly what you are,” Crocodile huffed a laugh, a pleased grin lighting up Buggy’s face at the sound. “Hurry it up, aren’t you supposed to lead rehearsals or something?”

Buggy hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking to you before he reconnected with his body. Mihawk chuckled, swirling his wine glass.

“Our little clown is just worried he’ll miss out on dessert.”

Buggy gave you a little wink as he left the hall, and it seemed like you’d never get another moment alone with him.

Seems like I’ll never get a moment alone with myself either.

No regrets accompanied that thought while Mihawk insisted on carrying you back to the suite after your “hard day at work.” You melted against him, the scent of his skin making you shiver. Everything about him was still so overwhelming, and he hummed through the hallway as if he could feel your anticipation.

“Mm, my little treasure,” he rasped, unbuttoning your shirt while you swayed on the soft carpet.

Crocodile had already vetoed a visit from Adam, but you couldn’t complain when he knelt behind you, carefully helping you out of your top while he kissed along your spine.

“Can’t believe we found ourselves such a gorgeous, and brilliant, little sweetheart,” he praised between kisses while Mihawk helped you out of the rest of your clothes. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“Mhm,” you whined, nearly falling until Mihawk steadied you with an arm around your waist, pulling your chin with his other hand to snare you with those golden eyes.

“It’s true,” he breathed, the heat in his words stopping your breath as his gaze trailed over your skin, your lips, your wide, frantic eyes. “We wouldn’t be this close to achieving our goals so soon if you weren’t such a talented, and hard working, little rabbit. I was afraid to spoil you too much, but maybe… Maybe you deserve it. Do you think you deserve to be spoiled?”

He whispered the last words into your ear, and it was too much. He caught you around the waist as your knees went weak, a low, dangerous chuckle vibrating through his chest at the sound of your desperate moan.

Your whole body was already tingling when he laid you on the bed, your eyes rolling as they surrounded you, warm hands on your sensitive skin.

“You’ll get every little thing you want. Daddy’s good girl can have it all. You believe me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, your voice high and needy as their hands and lips showered your body with sensations. Slick flowed down your thighs, your core still untouched, yet the pleasure of their attention brought you so close. You thought a single breath might tip the scale.

“Who’s fingers would you like first, darling?”

“Don’t test her when she’s getting spoiled,” Crocodile chided as you let out a weak sob. His hand trailed up your slippery thigh, mirroring Mihawk’s as he teased closer.

“Of course,” he purred, reaching his fingers to entwine with the larger man’s, pressing both of their hands against your skin while you held your breath. The violence you prepared for didn’t arrive, just a satisfied noise from the swordsman as their fingers stayed tangled along your wet thigh. “Why don’t we spoil her together?”

Crocodile let out his own pleased hum as Mihawk guided his hand to your entrance.

“Such a pretty pussy,” your scarred lover praised, making you twitch with need as both of their fingers dragged through your folds, teasing around your clit.

“Pleasepleaseplease.”

“Our poor little rabbit is begging when she’s supposed to be getting spoiled. We–”

“You talk too much, swordsman.”

Mihawk laughed while you cried out, Crocodile pulling him along until they both shoved fingers into your drenched, aching cunt. Mihawk brought his free hand to tease his thumb around your clit, and you were gone.

You couldn’t tell how many fingers they were forcing into you, but the fact that it was both of them at once had you falling apart, wordless screams filling the air. They showered you with praise you couldn’t comprehend, low, satisfied laughter rolling over you while they kept fucking their fingers into you.

After an eternity, your breathing and vision returned to see Mihawk tilt his head toward the other man. You felt for the first time that his words weren’t meant to tease you. That you weren’t his target.

“How would you like to spoil her?”

“Why don’t you prove you can play nice for once,” Crocodile rasped, fingers still playing as the heat in his voice arched your back. “Take care of our girl.”

“I’m not one to take orders,” Mihawk drawled, removing those dangerous fingers to trail wetness down your thigh, “but I suppose some cooperation wouldn’t hurt.”

The larger man let out a deep laugh at that, leaning down to kiss your trembling lips before taking his hand away.

“Don’t worry, babydoll. Just keep making all those pretty faces for me. Show me what a sweet girl you are.”

“Please— fuck…“

Mihawk wielded his tongue as if it were another sword, strong, precise, and overpowering strokes through your needy cunt, his smug laughter tearing through you. Crocodile swallowed your moans, a soft, deep kiss making you whimper beneath them.

Your weak hands reached for anything, until Crocodile guided them to the swordsman’s dark hair. Watching his hawk eyes roll back when you tugged on those strands tightened that pressure in your core. Affecting this untouchable man was intoxicating.

“Pull harder, sweetheart,” Crocodile commanded, and you didn’t hesitate. A hungry moan vibrated through your core as Mihawk feasted on your flesh.

“You’re making it difficult to play nice, Crocodile,” he accused, taking a moment to breathe and glare.

“The world’s greatest swordsman backing down from a challenge,” he scoffed, smoothing that large hand down your side.

Mihawk only responded with a dangerous laugh, sliding two long fingers inside you as his tongue found your clit.

Crocodile replaced his hand with his hook, trailing cold metal across your skin. Mihawk curled his wicked fingers up, teasing that perfect spot just as the sharp tip of the hook scraped down your torso.

Throat already hoarse from wordless screams, you shook with pleasure, with overwhelm.

How is this real?

The two of them surrounded you again, kissing, touching, praising, driving you mad. You never wanted it to stop.

“What happened to playing nice,” Mihawk teased, featherlight fingers testing the red line down your body.

“That was your challenge, not mine,” the other man rasped, grabbing one of your thighs to spread your legs. “Think you can fuck my sweet girl without being mean for once?”

The swordsman crawled up your body, eyeing you with the satisfaction of a hunter admiring his catch.

“You love it when I’m mean, don’t you, rabbit?”

“Yes, sir,” you managed, taking pride in the flash of pleasure in those golden eyes. He let you taste yourself on his tongue, kissing you with that same perfect control he’d brought you to bliss with.

Then he claimed you, his thick cock filling you to the hilt while he smiled against your whimpering lips.

“My little darling,” he purred, watching your face as he started rolling into you. “I will–”

“Scratch his back, sweetheart.”

Crocodile’s smoky voice charged through you, and your nails found Mihawk’s flesh before he could finish his sentence. Instead of words, a low moan moved through him, and just a hint of hesitation in his rhythm.

“What are you–”

“Harder.”

You obeyed Crocodile without a thought, digging your nails in as you tore them down the swordsman’s back.

“Gods– fuck,” Mihawk cursed with a heavy groan, shoving into you so hard you let go, crying out his name. Your breath caught in your throat at the ferocity in his eyes.

“What’s your game, sandman,” he growled, managing to keep his rolling pace despite the barely contained violence vibrating through his body. “Have we made a bet I’m not aware of? Should I negotiate my terms? Or do you just want to watch me rip her apart?”

Unable to play dead any longer, you let out a needy gasp before risking everything by putting your nails to his back again. Crocodile’s deep laughter was like honey, trapping you in the sweet danger of Mihawk’s pleasure and rage.

Those golden eyes rolled back again, before he clenched his jaw, forcing rough breaths through gritted teeth.

“Thought you wanted nice,” Mihawk threatened, your body flooding with fear. Fear like fire and ice in your veins that pushed you over the edge. He seethed, pinning your hands while you came on his cock.

“Our little angel was being nice, swordsman,” Crocodile laughed, sliding up the bed to meet Mihawk’s eyes while he fucked you through your orgasm. “I figured with how twisted you are, you might enjoy someone returning favor. Am I wrong?”

Only your insane need to hear this conversation stopped you from going dumb as Mihawk kept going, staying in control. Yet, you swore you felt him pulsing inside you at Crocodile’s words.

“How thoughtful,” Mihawk deadpanned, though he couldn’t hide his heavy breaths, his darkened eyes. He looked down at you, huffing a laugh at your needy face. “Hear that, little rabbit? Your daddy wants to hurt me.”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought, both men laughing until Mihawk stopped being nice.

"You asked for this, whore," he snarled, pushing both of your thighs toward you, folding you in half with a manic grin on his face. Finally, he fucked all that rage into your aching cunt, the brutal pace tearing screams from you.

“Play nice.”

Panic. Pure terror crashed over you like a wave at the sight of Crocodile’s hook at Mihawk’s throat, his fingers ripping into the back of the swordsman’s hair to pull his neck taut.

Terror turned to wicked chaos as Mihawk’s fingers bruised into your thighs while he let out a filthy, delicious moan. He bucked into you while he stared up at Crocodile’s stern face. His cock twitched as he filled you, so much come spilling out as he spasmed, as you milked him of every last drop. Once again, your reckless body fell apart. Danger wrapped around you like another lover to hold you down while they fucked every last shred of self preservation out of you.

You forced your heavy lidded eyes open, still moaning from aftershocks, but the sight you saw sent cold fear through your veins again, pleasure freezing with your breath.

The thin trail of blood sliding down the column of Mihawk’s throat was the only thing that moved. You couldn’t read their faces as their eyes burned into each other, and Crocodile kept his hand and his hook where they were.

“Honey, I’m hooome,” Buggy sang, slamming the door behind him. His mouth fell slack, but he didn’t hesitate as they started to pull away. He sent his legs flying toward each of their faces while he shoved his arms under your body, tearing you away.

Gasping at the abrupt loss of Mihawk inside you, you wrapped your arms around Buggy’s neck, surprised when no one else grabbed you.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Buggy cursed under his breath, your nude body shaking in his grasp as he shot toward the door.

Once again, a wave of sand blocked your path, starting to form into a large body in front of you. Buggy turned, heading toward the bathroom until Mihawk stepped in the way. He looked even more terrifying than usual, his eyes flashing with what looked like pleasure as that line of blood flowed down to grace his collarbone.

“Give her to me,” Mihawk ordered, his voice uncomfortably light as he stared Buggy down.

“N-no,” Buggy refused as he spun around, searching for a way out that didn’t exist.

“Put her down,” Crocodile ordered. Sand spun through the air, trapping you all in a tight circle.

“I won’t let you hurt her,” Buggy snarled, his gloved fingers digging into you as you cried out his name. The swirling sand faded away, until all you could hear were the ragged breaths from yours and Buggy’s lips.

“Why don’t you pets get cleaned up,” Mihawk soothed, tilting his head at Crocodile. “Daddy and I can talk things out. What do you think, sandman?”

“Fine. But let me see my girl first.”

“I won’t–”

“Please, Buggy,” you breathed, looking up to meet his frantic eyes. He swallowed before nodding, then gingerly placed you into Crocodile’s arms.

“That was my fault,” he sighed, and you knew you should have been concerned at how quickly you melted under his gaze. “I didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

Nodding, you already felt relaxed in his arms.

“I know you’ll take care of me, daddy.”

You wished you could say that a thousand times to see that frightening face, touched with a quiet, pleased shock. His steely eyes softened, and you would have been happy to stay there, to fall asleep while he watched you. He leaned down, your tired body sinking into him as he kissed you. Gentle, yet tasting. Like you were his to enjoy.

“May I,” Mihawk asked, with no bite to his voice. The larger man let him take you in his arms, and the swordsman studied your face before pressing a kiss to your temple. He walked you toward the bathroom, whispering in your ear after he stepped through the door. “I can apologize if you like, rabbit, but you know there was no reason to be afraid. You knew there was something much more fun brewing, didn’t you?”

He smirked at your hesitation, but when his lips met yours, all that need flooded through you again, your skin hot against his. He gave a satisfied hum at your little whimpers, then placed you back into Buggy’s arms, his body reconnected again.

Mihawk pinched you both on the cheek, looking at you like naughty school children.

“Behave, little pets,” he taunted, tapping his ear before leaving you alone.

“Bug—”

Buggy pressed a finger to your lips before setting you down in the shower, stripping comically fast before joining you. He turned the water on, and then his hands were on you, his worried eyes raking over your skin.

“I’m okay, Bugs,” you whispered as you pulled him close. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I didn’t save you,” he admitted, acid burning in his voice. “I’m fucking useless. I’m sorry, Y/N. I–”

“Shut up,” you hissed, grabbing his cheeks the way he always does to you. The look of shock in those beautiful eyes would have made you laugh if you weren’t on limited time. “You saved me from that moment, and you keep saving me. I hope you don’t need to, but… thank you, Buggy.”

Tiny movements on that painted face could have been missed if you hadn’t been through so much with him.

“Anything for my star,” he gave in, that sweet, slow smile making it all the way to his eyes.

You could have basked in that moment forever, but a sound from the other room reminded you that time was short. So you put your hands on his chest, and grinned up at your silly clown.

“There’s something I didn’t get to tell you before.”

“Really,” Buggy asked, eyes brightening before he tried to school his features. “I hope it’s something flashy.”

“Of course it is,” you whispered, fighting the urge to talk yourself out of it again.

“I love you too, Buggy.”

There was nothing but the spill of hot water beside you, and the look of soft wonder on Buggy’s face.

You were about to break the silence when he pulled you into him, and the soft noise he let out filled you with a feeling you didn't know how to name. All you knew was that it was good, and it sent tingling chills across your skin in the steamy room. Dragging Buggy under the water to trade giddy whispers of “I love you,” cleansed you of more grime than soap ever could.

“I hope you haven’t used up all the hot water,” Mihawk warned as he strode into the room. Crocodile followed behind, setting his hook on the counter before they took over the shower.

Buggy wrapped you in a soft towel before starting on his hair, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of those frightening men. They shared their own hushed words as the water fell, and you wished you could have been in two places at once, aching to know what had happened in the other room. The obsession they’d created in you made you want to hear their every word.

“I’m sorry,” you quavered behind Mihawk as he ran that lovely oil through his beard. He raised an eyebrow at you until you gestured to his back. Shaking his head with a laugh, he turned to glance over his shoulder at the mirror, admiring the marks on his skin before coming toward you.

“Don’t be sorry, darling,” he purred, running his thumb across your lower lip. “Just make sure you're ready to play next time. It turns out that overgrown lizard is more intelligent than he looks.”

“Excuse me?” Crocodile turned around, almost out the door.

“Just a joke,” Mihawk hummed, walking up to the taller man to place a hand on his arm. “Let’s get some sleep, and you can call me names in the morning.”

Crocodile narrowed his eyes, but gave in with a sigh before you were all crawling into bed again. He grumbled his “no,” about the cat, and hushed Mihawk who’d started whispering cat smuggling plans. Buggy pulled you close, until you were caught in the beat of his heart as you curled against his chest.

Love.

That thought had kept you awake the night before, but tonight it sent you into soft dreams full of warm hands and deep laughter, no stormy seas in sight.

“Mm, pretty girl,” Crocodile praised while you twirled in the purple dress he’d chosen. You knew it was stupid get comfortable in this violent world, but you couldn’t help it. They were spoiling you, and it was working so fucking well.

It’s not the things. It’s them.

That thought would have felt like an excuse if you hadn’t known it in your bones to be true. These three bad men had taken you over, and there was no place you’d rather be than on that giant bed, or this green, velvet couch.

Buggy left after dinner again, nonstop rehearsals taking over his time, leaving you snug between your other lovers, and a bottle of wine. Mihawk sent goosebumps over your skin as he talked you through more ways to describe all the scents and flavors you could feel in each sip.

“Excuse me, Sir Crocodile?”

Mohji’s voice called through the door, stepping in quickly at Crocodile’s gruff, “come in.”

The beast tamer's eyes caught on you for a moment, and you had a moment of wondering what he thought. Of what Buggy’s old crew thought of you.

But they had all happily left Buggy in the dirt to go along with the new regime, and you smiled when you realized you didn’t care what any of them thought. At least you didn’t care right now, and you’d try to keep it that way.

I’m happy, and their opinions don't matter.

“Yes, sir, we have a guest. He said he was expected?”

“Yes, thank you,” Mihawk cut in, standing up to shoo him out of the room. “Send him in.”

“You knew about this guest,” Crocodile bristled, stamping out his cigar before standing, and helping you off the couch. He led you toward the door, his large hand warming your back through the thin fabric of your dress. “Why didn’t you share with the class?”

“Apologies, I wasn’t sure if he’d show up. I didn’t want to cause a fuss with all the party arrangements going on.”

“Who–”

“Thanks, I’ve got it,” came a deep voice before the door opened wide, revealing a red haired man that looked more relaxed than anyone you’d ever seen. He had a thick cloak over his shoulders, although his loose shirt was open, and he wore sandals that left traces of sand across the floor.

He broke out into a disarming smile when he saw Mihawk, and you noticed three scars across his eye.

“Look at you, ol’ Hawk Eyes,” he beamed, cocking his head at the swordsman. “Got a drink for an old friend?”

“One track mind, as always,” Mihawk drawled. Boredom had taken over his voice again, but a hint of that sharp, teasing edge remained. “Let me introduce you. I believe you’ve met my associate, Sir Crocodile in passing, or at the very least have heard of each other’s… escapades.”

Crocodile nodded, but didn’t take the offered hand, leaving his to tense against your back. The red haired man didn’t look bothered at all, and your mind was trying to put pieces together before he poured his attention onto you. You didn’t hear Mihawk introduce you as this man took your hand, stepping close.

“Pleasure to meet you, miss Y/N,” he rasped, winking as he leaned down to kiss your knuckles. He rubbed his thumb across your hand, a little smirk forming on his face when he noticed your lips part for him. He didn’t release you before meeting Mihawk's eyes again.

“I knew you were up to something, Hawk Eyes, but I didn't expect to find you with such a gorgeous, little bunny. I thought you were more focused on business than pleasure lately.”

“Come now, Shanks. Who says we can’t have both?”

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Part 16

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