NO SERIOUSLY SAME... but luffy on g5 making law chewable too

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Digital art of Monkey D Luffy and Trafalgar Law from One Piece. Luffy is lounging, and Law is pressed up against him, having apparently drifted off with his face tucked under Luffy’s. Luffy is NOT relaxed; his eyes are wide and am arrow points to him that says “experiencing hitherto unheard of amounts of cuteness aggression”

He’s gonna bite his nose. Like, he’s TRYING not to. But he’s gonna.

[ #SyrupsArt #Lulaw ]

Something short for this week because I didn’t get much done. Still no Luffy but maybe next week 🙂‍↕️

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#lulaw #alteswips #altesaus #youreahotonetohold #wipwednesday

No no I understand that! He is a poor kitty in need of saving 💔

I mean in a way he does get surrounded by something more than warm and ends up in a place he’ll get to call home soon 🤔

There’s a man hiding in the bushes 😱‼️

I also have a couple more decorations I need to add still 🙂‍↕️

The ones I bought years ago were bigger and healthier looking, but I’m positive these guys will grow just as beautifully 🥰❤️

I lost my roses (and willow 💔) when I had to sell my house, so today, we planted new ones.

The coral knockouts I had before, but I didn’t have pink doubles. They’re such a pretty color!! 🌹💕

Law’s voice is already choked, cries pleading and ragged. The omega moans and calls for her alpha, for more, for her knot. She lets herself give into instinct as well.

A part of her wonders if the belt will survive the night. She supposes she’ll find out in the morning.

Law grabs the belt hanging from the back of Luffy’s head and holds it like a lifeline. Yet another physical tether to the alpha as she’s being driven into, pushed harder and harder into the pillows and cushions.

Not when Luffy’s hips have started moving again. Her knot has deflated so that she can pull out, but it’s still swollen enough to drag deliciously against Law’s walls.

Law has only a moment before Luffy begins slamming her cock into her again, lost to her rut.

The belt was a gamble. There was no guarantee it would stay or hold against Luffy’s sharp teeth. But it’s working. Only lips and the barest scrape of teeth find her skin.

And drool. Quite a lot of drool. But Law won’t let the disgusting feeling of being drooled on distract her.

“Please, alph—” Luffy is on her. Her instincts run wild, overtaking her last bit of sense, and she drops onto the omega, burying her face into that lovely neck. Her jaw works, but her teeth are held back by the belt.

Law’s heart pounds as she knows—

Luffy holds back until Law rests against the pillows again. The alpha watches her intently, her low growl rumbling louder as the omega rolls her head to the side, baring her neck.

A move she would not have dared before.

Because before Law can finish saying—

Luffy’s drooling over the belt. Her sharp alpha fangs already dig into it dangerously. Hot, rapid puffs of air escape around it as she pants and growls softly.

She’s holding back. Even though her eyes are dark and brimming with need, her scent overwhelmed by lust.

But Luffy whines again, and Law decides to leave it be. She can always use it as means to guide the alpha during their intercourse if she needs.

Law drops the scissors back into the kit and roughly shoves it aside. She turns back to the alpha and shivers.

She makes quick work of drilling a second hole beside it.

The prongs slip easily in so Law is able to fully tie the belt around Luffy’s head. The long, extra belt length hangs awkwardly against her hair, and Law considers cutting it off just for convenience and comfort.

Hurrying, Law digs between the pillows until she pulls out her fist aid kit. Flicking it open, she finds a pair of medical scissors. Their extra sharp blades make a dangerous tip. One that she uses to twist and spin until they tear a hole into the thick belt.

Law hesitates, unsure of how to make it work. But Luffy whines in pain, spurring her on to think quickly.

She just has to make new holes in the belt. If she can at least do that, she can tighten it close to Luffy’s head, so she won’t be able to reach it.

But the omega looks worried. “You won’t be able to sa—”

“Tor-Torao, do it.”

Reluctantly, Law sits up and pulls the belt behind Luffy’s head, tightening the gag.

The belt is too long. The holes for the prongs end far above where they need to be.

Luffy’s too hot, too pained, to manage a sentence, so she mimes wrapping the belt around her head. The thick strap digs into her mouth, between her lips, her teeth.

If she can’t cover Law’s neck, then she just has to prevent herself from biting.

Then, in the corner, Luffy spots an old belt. It’s worn and kind of ragged. Luffy has no idea if it belonged to someone else or is Law’s, but it might be just what she needs.

So she grabs the belt. The omega below her watches curiously.

So in a panic, Luffy searches the nest’s contents. Her eyes land on a scarf. She could wrap it around Law’s neck, but the issue is that it’d be too easy for Luffy to rip off her.

She either needs something that can be locked around it or something the alpha can’t reach.

But Luffy has enough sense left to know how wrong that would be. And now she’s gasping out any kind of warning to get Law to cover her neck. But the omega isn’t understanding.

And the alpha twitches inside her. The instincts of rut taking over, the omega is so beautiful waiting for her to do something.

And that bare neck looks so pretty. It’d be even prettier with Luffy’s mark on it.

The alpha chuffs an apology and runs her hands up and down Law’s back before laying her onto the covers.

They’re still mostly connected, but Law wiggles until she’s comfortable beneath Luffy. She looks up at her with big, shining eyes.

Luffy has to ask Law to hold onto her so that she can safely cross the mattress and enter through the only opening without hurting her.

But they make it okay. Law only whimpers once when Luffy slides off the bed into the floor.

It’s nestled in a corner between Law’s bed and a dresser. The omega has sewn sheets together and tacked them to the walls and ceiling. The long edges hang down like curtains surrounding her nest on the floor.

It’s a lot like she built a little tent in the corner just for her to hide in.