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Numbers Game ~ Part 5
Numbers Game Masterlist
Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1950
Ao3 Link
Summary: You're feeling overwhelmed. So overwhelmed. Mihawk and Crocodile make you an offer you can't refuse.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Alcohol, Swearing, Angst, Smut, Established Relationship, Eventual Smut, Discussion of Sex, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Guilt, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Reader is at her limit
A/N: I am unwell
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“Let’s take this inside,” Mihawk commanded, setting his empty glass on the little round table.
He stood, pressing close enough beside you to make you dizzy with his heady cologne. He held out those long fingers, and you managed to take them without getting frozen under his gaze.
He lifted you easily, even wrapped up in Crocodile’s fur coat, like some heavy, decadent blanket.
Thankfully the coat covered your thighs, keeping you from rubbing skin against warm skin as he carried you with his chest bared.
He followed Crocodile through the hallway, the steady beat of their steps blending nicely with the sway you felt in the swordsman’s arms.
“Hmm, are you feeling tired, pet? Are we working you too hard?”
Jerking in his arms, you cringed as you realized what you’d done.
You had let your head fall gently as he carried you, resting in the crook of his neck.
His satisfied laughter vibrated around you, clawing into you.
You’d done everything you could to maintain what tiny bit of distance they allowed you.
But you were so warm. And he smelled so good.
He leaned over you as you neared the door, stopping as he breathed down against your temple.
“Maybe you should stop keeping yourself up so late.”
His evil whisper sent blood rushing to your face, and pulsing down to your core, and you couldn’t keep your body from clenching in his arms.
Why is he doing this to me?
“Give her here.”
“We’re almost inside.”
“I don’t care.”
You had your eyes closed as Mihawk sighed, handing you over to Crocodile before heading into the lounge.
At least that’s what you’d decided to call that stupid room.
The scarred man held you, waiting outside the door until you finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.
You couldn’t imagine him ever looking anything but frightening. His features were so harsh. His temper was hard for you to understand. He hadn’t seemed to care at all when he was threatening your life.
But you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you angered him.
He smells good too.
You clamped your eyes shut again in frustration, until his rough voice wrapped around you.
“Miss Y/N, are you feeling alright?”
You choked, gaping up at him.
“I–I…”
“Come, Crocodile. Let’s get our pet another glass of wine, and let her see the surprise.”
Crocodile let out a sigh, his warm breath on the top of your head as you kept yourself rigid.
I don’t want to be weak.
The thought itself felt pathetic, but you were too overwhelmed to deal with it right now. You kept your eyes closed, deciding to judge yourself later.
He sat you down, and you could feel your golden eyed torturer beside you.
Crocodile let you keep the coat underneath you, but ran his large hand over your calves and the tops of your feet as he set you down.
Mihawk hummed, somehow making that tiny sound seem judgemental.
“Take it.”
You opened your eyes just enough to see your lap, and Mihawk’s nimble fingers offering you a glass of wine.
You took it, letting out a heavy breath as you took a sip, deciding you wanted to keep your eyes closed forever.
Crocodile settled on your other side, stretching his arm across the back of the couch.
His arm around your shoulder made you sit straight up, your eyes finally opening, and you jolted.
“Bu–”
You cut yourself off this time, swallowing his name. But you had fallen forward in your seat, the wine sloshing in your glass.
Mihawk grabbed it instantly, as if spilling a single drop would be a crime.
Crocodile’s hand touched your shoulder gently, but firmly, pushing you back into the couch.
Buggy.
He was right there. Sitting in an actual chair instead of slumped against the wall.
The chair matched the couch, and he was close enough to prop his feet on the coffee table.
He was so close.
His crystal blue eyes searched yours, his face still covered in various shades of bruising, and faded paint.
But he was up. He wasn’t covered in blood. He even gave you a small, albeit strained smile.
“Our figurehead has earned the privilege of walking around and pretending to be important again,” Mihawk drawled, swirling your wine as he still held your glass.
“For now,” Crocodile huffed, his thumb rubbing along the back of your neck.
Buggy’s eyes flicked down to that large hand on your body, before shaking himself and putting on a smile.
“Come on, Crocodile! I work for you now, remember? Whatever you need, baby!”
Mihawk handed you the glass again, fingers grazing against yours too long, while Crocodile squeezed your shoulder gently.
Buggy seemed to look everywhere but you now.
“You’re gonna stay in line,” Crocodile growled, leaning forward, gesturing at Buggy with his hook.
“And you’re not gonna try to leave or call for help, or pull any more of your bullshit.”
Crocodile’s voice only got darker, rage in his words that made you hold your breath.
“Of c-course! Whatever you say, boss!”
Mihawk scoffed, then you felt his gaze shift to you. You met those amber eyes, and he touched your chin.
He spoke to Buggy, but kept his eyes, and his fingers, on you.
“Miss Y/N is one of our most valuable assets. We are allowing her to use her talents instead of wasting them as you did.”
You didn’t dare take your eyes off of Mihawk to look at Buggy.
Those fingers pressed into your jaw, just a bit, before he continued.
“Since she is so valuable, we are making it a priority to protect her. This means that no one may touch her without our permission.”
Crocodile ran his thumb over your neck again before cutting in.
“We live in a dangerous world, numbers girl. Stick with us, and we’ll keep you safe, alright?”
“Alright,” you choked out, agreeing to their threat.
“Good girl,” Mihawk purred, finally releasing you to turn your head. To look at Buggy.
He kept a pained smile on his face, and it made you ache.
So many mistakes led us here.
“You do understand our meaning, don’t you,” Mihawk drawled.
“M-Meaning,” he stuttered, shifting wide eyes to the swordsman.
Crocodile’s hook slammed on the coffee table, Mihawk sighing as he saved your glass of wine again.
“It means you don’t fucking touch her, clown.”
You couldn’t help the stinging tears now, but you wiped them away as fast as you could, your fingers shaking.
“Please…” your voice was small, and you hadn’t meant to speak.
“Don’t beg for him, sweetheart,” Crocodile’s voice came out almost soothing, as if there were any way you could feel comforted right now.
“He got you into this mess. But I promise you,” he said softly, touching your cheek with the back of his cold hook to turn you toward him. “Just keep being good for us, and you’ll have it all, sweetheart.”
He smiled. He smiled at you.
They’re crazy. I’m crazy.
The weight on the couch shifted behind you, until you felt Mihawk’s breath along the back of your neck. He traced his fingers along your arm as he left deep, raspy taunts in your ear.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, little rabbit? You wanted freedom from a boring life? Adventure? But you keep fighting it, don’t you? I wonder–”
“Give it a rest. You’re the one that keeps spooking her.”
You shivered between them, still wrapped up in their voices, under their light touches.
Mihawk sat back, a low chuckle aimed at Crocodile this time.
“Can’t you smell her? Our little rabbit is a little vixen, aren’t you?”
Smell me?
“You know, I thought the world’s greatest swordsman was supposed to be cool headed, intelligent. If I’d known you only think with your dick, I would have–”
Your breath hitched, eyes wide as you tried to stop existing.
“You act as if you haven’t been taking liberties yourself, Sand Man. You know Miss Y/N has been aching for us to take her since we made her ours. Isn’t that right, pet?”
Mihawk pulled you gently so you were facing forward again.
Facing Buggy.
“You’ve been such a good girl for us,” he purred, stroking your hair out of your face. “I think you deserve to get what you’ve been craving.”
He shifted to look at Crocodile, tapping his fingers impatiently on your knee.
“You did promise that we’d take care of our pet, hm?”
Crocodile shifted, letting out a deep breath before responding.
“I did promise that.”
His voice came out deep as he squeezed your shoulder again.
“You say the word when you’re ready, sweet girl. We’ll make you feel so good.”
Your body was humming, their gentle fingers and dangerous promises making you soak through your panties. You’d probably made a mess on Crocodile’s coat.
Your eyes were fluttering as you tried to control yourself.
And there was Buggy.
He was so close. He was watching their hands on you. He was watching you react like this, almost moaning, skin flushed as you felt dizzy from your need to say ‘yes.’
“Mm, there’s the trouble,” Mihawk mused, taking a sip of wine before taking and massaging your hand.
“Our little rabbit is too sweet. Or too guilty. You don’t want to hurt this pathetic clown.”
You let out a tiny whimper, closing your eyes.
“Is that it, sweetheart,” Crocodile asked, his voice smooth, drawing you in. “You know he treated you like crap. Almost got you killed because he’s a fucking idiot. You don’t owe him a thing.”
“Don’t let him,” Mihawk purred in your ear, like a devil on your shoulder. “Don’t let him hold you back from what you want. Don’t let him hold you back from pleasure.”
You were rocking slightly, focusing on your breathing.
Focusing on not opening your legs, and begging them to fuck you.
“It’s alright, sweet girl,” Crocodile comforted again. “You know we’ll–”
“If he wasn’t in the room would you say yes? Do you feel bad for him?”
You met Buggy’s gaze, saw the sweat dripping down his face, his fists clenched on his knees.
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You felt electric, body on fire with need.
I would. I would say yes. Fuck.
“Let’s fix that,” Mihawk cleared his throat, lazily gesturing with his hand as his elbow rested on the armrest.
“Clown. You know that Miss Y/N is ours now. You know that she wants to be ours. If not tonight, then someday soon, she will let herself have what she craves. Do you know this?”
Buggy stopped looking at you, and you saw his lip twitch in a snarl. But he answered.
“Yes.”
Your stomach clenched, guilt rising again. Crocodile gave a low chuckle.
“So, when that happens, because it will happen,” Mihawk promised. And you couldn’t argue. You couldn’t take anymore of this. You’d go insane.
“When that happens, would you rather shove your fingers in your ears as her screams echo through the halls?”
You held in a whimper, Mihawk’s voice making your head spin.
“Or would you rather sit and watch while we fuck her into oblivion?”
Finally crying out, your head fell back for a moment, the desperate ache in your core almost painful now.
Buggy closed his eyes, the silence lasting too long for the men on the couch.
“Decide,” Crocodile growled, “or we’ll decide for you.”
Buggy’s voice came out low, too quiet to hear.
“Speak up, clown,” Crocodile threatened again.
Buggy met your eyes, his mouth hanging open with his ragged breaths.
“I’d rather watch.”
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