MCYT smut

Chapter 1 -Dreamnoblade-

A/N So this is my first time writing smut. It's probably going to suck and have a ton of grammar and spelling errors but whatever. Anyway here you go I guess.

Tw: blood, gross injury, venom, cursing, let me know if I missed any

Contains: smut (no duh), cant spell it but like being-called-a-slut kink, anal sex, pet-name(s), Daddy kink, master kink, preventing cumming, overstimulation(?), butt plug, belly bulge, might be more, again let me know if I missed any

Top: Techno

Bottom: Dream

3rd person POV

Dream stumbled through the snowy forest tripping on rocks and branches as he stumbled through the shaded wood. He glanced up and cried out in relief. There was a clearing up ahead. Finally. He kept tripping towards the hope of salvation clutching his side. He wasn't quite sure how he'd hurt it. The events had been a blur. The bleeding had mostly stopped by now but he had lost a lot of blood before that had happened. He grinned as the light of the clearing came closer. Almost there. Then it went black.

Techno POV

I heard a yelp from deeper in the forest as I cut down trees. Who was way out here? I swear if it was Quackity again. I grumbled under my breath as I went to investigate. I did not expect to find a bleeding man in a cracked smile mask and dirty lime hoodie. Of course there was only one person who would be dressed like that but he was in prison. Unless...

'He broke out'
'Bad prison'
'Haha nerds'
'E'
'Kill him'
'LMAO Sam sucks at this warden thing'
'He's hurt'
'Help him'
'Finish him'
'E'

I sighed quietly and tried to tune the voices out. It worked... sort of. Well at least they'd told me what I'd needed to know. That was a first. Normally they were very unhelpful if it didn't involve killing someone. I knew they were right though. They always were. They seemed to know everything about everyone. To bad they didn't share that knowledge. I gripped the hilt of my sword and watched as the clearly injured man stumbled towards the edge of the forest. I noticed him grin as he got closer to the edge. Then he collapsed.

He looked like he'd be out for a while so I rushed towards his unconscious figure. The infamous Dream escaped an inescapable prison and ran all the way to the tundra. Huh. Did not expect to find that out today. I moved his limp hand to inspect the wound. Yikes. Creeper poison. Must have been Sam. Surprised he escaped. The cut was long and resembled a scratch from a cat but much larger. The blood was bubbling and the skin was charred black directly around the cut and red welts formed around that. He had numerous other cuts and bruises even a few ripped muscles but currently I was focused on the creeper cut. Creepers all had poison claws on their four feet but with the way their skeleton is built it is very hard for them to use it as a weapon. But Sam was a creeper hybrid. He could retract his claws and apparently they were just as poisonous as a pure creepers claws.

'Burn cream'
'Might have ingredients for antidote'
'Cold water'
'Ice'
'Cant stitch'
'Skin needs to heal'
'Strong regen pot in chest downstairs'
'Save him'
'Keep him alive'
'You can't let him die'

I frowned. Not one voice was saying any of the usual gibberish or blood thirsty demands. They were all giving me advice on how to treat creeper poison and telling me to not let him die. Well that was another first.

Slinging the unconscious body over my shoulder I sighed. This would be a long night. I trudged through the snow back to my cabin. Once I got inside I laid the sleeping figure on the couch and got a fire going. That would help wouldn't it. Heading downstairs I grabbed some blankets for after I treated his injuries and the special regeneration potion I kept for emergencies. I suppose this could count as an emergency. I headed back up the ladder barely managing to not drop anything. I placed the blankets to the side and started treating the wounds.