Luffy Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

Louis frowned, enduring the pain in his arm as he tried to calm her. “We’re family. Even if it’s embarrassing, it stays in the family. I’s fine.” “Fine?!” Adora was so angry she could have bitten him. His arm was aching too much, so he broke free from her “death grip” and promptly pulled her into his arms, trapping both her hands. “What are you doing? Let go…” Adora ordered under her breath. There were so many people around—him holding her like this was hardly appropriate, especially with kids watching.

“You're both mine. No losing.” A kiss sealed it—deep as their tongues tangled. Eli joined to make it three-way, his lips passing between mouths. Afternoon brought intensity. In the cabin's loft, Rafe introduced the cross—a wooden St. Andrew's against the wall. He strapped Eli to it first, his arms and legs spread, cock exposed. Flogger in hand—soft suede tails—he warmed the skin, lashes kissing his back and thighs, reddening without true pain. Eli's dick hardened, leaking steadily. “Green,” he breathed, subspace pulling him under.

My back found solace against his chest, a comforting embrace that spoke volumes of our mutual trust and connection. As we posed, his cheeks brushed against mine, a tender moment frozen in time. Another frame captured a more intimate stance — our faces held in close proximity, lips almost touching, foreheads gently touching. My arms, like a delicate vine, snaked around his neck, while his strong embrace circled my waist, resting just above my bum.

His arms scoop me up , pulling me tight into his chest and carries me to the lounge. Laying down on the sofa, he pulls me up on his chest and keeps his arms wrapped around my body. His gentle purring lets me completely relax, and when I look up at him, he is leaning back with his eyes shut, and I watch as a slight smile tugs at his lips. It made me happy to see him this relaxed. I glance quickly around the room and see Kodan sat in the armchair across from us, eyes shut head resting in his hand.

— Everyone laughs at Lyn's words. I place mine on the index finger of his right hand, and then he extends his hand, and I place it on his ring finger. He looks at the ring and smiles, gets up, wraps his arms around my back, hugs me tightly, I do the same, and we stay like this for a few seconds. [...]

I woke up feeling something warm—and... hairy? My eyes blinked open to the dim light of morning and landed on a broad chest under my cheek, covered in a faint dusting of brown hair. My arm was slung across him. His arm, in turn, was locked around me, holding me close even in his sleep. Luigi. He was completely out, face relaxed in a way I'd never seen before. He looked... softer. Almost cute. It was unsettling how good that looked on him.

His voice is angry now. I stop, speechless and turn around. Lefu is standing there all stiff and looking down at the ground with clenched fists. "When he held you, and his hands ...". He slams his jaws together and looks at me with a blazing look. “What do you mean ?" In three steps he is in front of me, standing too close. Again. He swallows effortlessly and lays his hands gently against my cheeks. His fingers burning against the skin. I freeze as his face gets closer and he lays his forehead against mine.

He lifted a finger to point downward and rotate. I obediently turned. Nearly shaking with apprehension. He reached around my stomach. His broad chest pressing to my back as his hands slid over my round hips and along my stomach to cross over me. Linking with the fingers of my opposite hands. Pulling them around until my forearms crossed over my belly in a tight hug. Pinned.

“Whatever. All that matters is if you wish to stay out of jail, then you’re to play by my rules!” “You won’t tell me what to do, cara.” Cross growled as he made to rise. I shoved him to his knees again. “Guess who is on his knees now.” He eyed me hungrily and a smirk spread across his face. “I told you. You will always lose.” I scoffed. “Try me.” His arm wriggled slowly against my grip and inched forward, brushing against my right breast as his palm made to cup it from within my attire. I twisted his arm harder. He groaned, his move aborted.

Now I would claim him in return. "I'm sure," I whispered. Cross leaned down, his lips finding mine in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened into something more urgent. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his body. The heat of him seeped through my clothes, warming my skin. My hands moved to his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. Cross helped me, shrugging the fabric from his shoulders to reveal the muscled chest beneath. Scars marked his skin—evidence of battles fought and won.