#multisstuf

Sylus strokes your belly from where he's sitting. "Come sit up, I know how to help my poor kitten."

With a whine you sit up and let sylus sit behind you, he nuzzles his head against yours and pecks your temple.

"Should I do it over your shirt or under?" He trails his fingertips over your arms, creating goosebumps. While you lean back on his chest, already easing your aching body with his body heat.

Suddenly, you grow a bit shy, "I dont mind either way," you say as you shrug.

And sylus finds that so adorable he can't help but wrap his arms around you and squeeze you and playfully bites your cheek which makes you squeak.

"Alright, I'll do it under your shirt then, because it'll work better," he chuckles in your ear.

He grabs an oil bottle from his drawer and warms it up in his hands before slowly going under your shirt to help.

He's mindful of keeping your shirt down as he does not want to make you uncomfortable or grow more shy.

When his hands touch you, it's warm and slow at first. He focuses on spreading the oil first and then gently cup your breast to massage them.

It soothes the ache almost instantly. But there's this one spot that won't stop hurting.

"A bit more to the side, and you can go a bit harder," you say with a groan.

Sylus does as you say but not without a bit of teasing, "I didn't know my kitten is into rough play hmm?"

You lightly slap his tigh beside you and the only thing you get from him is a chuckle.

After a while, your breasts don't ache anymore, but you selfishly don't move since his hands feel so good.

"Still hurting?" He whispers as he doesn't want to disturb the comfortable silence between you two.

With your eyes closed, you shake your head almost asleep and you can feel his smirk growing as he presses his cheek against you.

Ever since you've been getting these headaches and dizziness, Mr. crawling has been pressing you to finally take a rest so as not to hurt yourself.

You push the only chair on the door and try to somewhat secure it even though it'd be a pointless attempt since they're not getting stopped by a mere chair.

You finally drag your tired body to bed and lay your crowbar next to you as you plump down on your belly.

Immediately, the soft mattress luls you to sleep too exhausted to stay half awake knowing Mr. crawling will most likely stay by your side and watch over you.

After some time, you wake up from a sleepless dream and feel a weight on your bottom. Confused, you turn around to see Mr. crawling, grinning, and giggling at you as he appreciates the plump ass he uses as a pillow.

"Fun, fun, I like" he nuzzles his head against to show you how much he enjoys it and the gesture makes your cheeks burn but since he looks so innocent and happy you don't have the heart to yell or smack him away. Plus, he has done the same thing just on your legs when you've been standing, so it's not that of a shock to see him like this.

Instead you slowly turn around on your back and pet his head trying to think of a way to tell him how inappropriate this was of him but the lack of terms in his language make you come up with nothing good. Maybe these creatures don't even have things like sex and don't even have the need to.

Sighning, you shake your head before giggling yourself. Allowing yourself a moment of sillyness admits the danger and chaos this world brings. You pull him closer to you and hug him as you whisper "me grateful" and you mean it, he's been there from the beginning and even though you attacked him with your crowbar he still stood by your side protecting you.

You're still unfamiliar with this place and have met monsters who want to harm you instantly upon laying their eyes on you.

But this one just sits on his knees and waits patiently. Your heart is beating, feeling still a bit scared, but as you try to communicate with him, he scoots a bit closer, which makes you take a step away from him.

He lets out a sound that reminds you of a whine and puts some distance between you and him as he starts pouting.

"Me no danger." He leans down on his forearms, making himself even smaller to signalling you that he means no harm.

"Me good, me like you." He nods eagerly and his voice softer than before as he lets out a whine again.

He reminds you of a hurt puppy who just wants to play but is often rejected by others. And you can't stop the thought that he actually looks very cute like this.

You look around again contemplating whether or not to trust him, an ally would be very helpful in this world plus you're still having trouble understanding the language so he'd probably be able to help you with that too.

But on the other side you'd be very vulnerable in his presence and it'd be easy for him to betray you.

As your head is steaming and trying to find the right solution to this situation, he slowly and silently crawls closer to your feet.

Only when his hands touch your ankles do you snap out of your head and look down in shock by his icy cold hands and closeness, ready to swing the crowbar at his head.

But he gently nuzzles his head against your leg and giggles seemingly happy to finally touch you, "pretty, you pretty," he chants happily.

And you don't have the heart to smack him away like this. Despite his appearance, he does have a very innocent behaviour and aura around him, which makes you sigh, and it seems like he decided that you two will stay together for now.

So you bring your hand down and gently pet his head, and surprisingly, his hair is so soft and silky to your touch.

"Luffy," you call out with a pleading and trembling voice. The fight left you badly injured and traumatised. Every time you close your eyes, you relive the event, which leads you to be bedridden and unable to sit up by yourself. You can't help and feel so scared and anxious. The only comfort you find is your captain and boyfriend.

He's sitting on one of the chairs next to your bed, not risking lying next to you and hurting you by accident. As he hears you call out for him, he takes your outstretched hand and gently holds it against his chest. Letting you feel his steady heartbeat and strokes it lightly with his thumb.

His face is close to yours, and his hair tickles your forehead, but you don't mind. You need him to be close to you. The scared and anxious feeling aren't letting go even though he is so close to you and you can't help but cry softly.

"Hey hey hey... you're fine... you're okay..."

Luffys voice so unlike his, is tender and gentle against your cheek as he places small and feather light kisses.

His other hand comes up to pet your head, his warmth soothing you a bit.

"I'm here... I'm here now... focus on me yes?"