Dsmp x reader smut

Through sickness and Health

Credit to OdeToTheOld

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Falling in the pond was not on your to-do list, yet you found yourself soaked in the almost frozen water. Well, the top was frozen, but now it's broken in and you really have to wonder why. Maybe going out in your pajamas at three in the morning in the middle of a snowstorm wasn't the best idea you ever had, but no one would have anticipated your vision would get blurred by the very forceful snow and then you'd be tipped over by the amazingy courageous winds. Not to mention you're tired.

You claw your way to the top of the surprisingly deep water (You never had the chance to go swimming in the pond before now). Gasping for air, you don't even register the bone-deep chill settling in. You heave, sputter, and cough your lungs out before you've even made it to shore. To shore- The pond isn't even that big!

Shivering, all you can manage is to curl into a ball by the previously iced over water. Now there's a nice you-shaped hole in the ice, as well as the path of recovery you took to the shore.

At least the stars look nice tonight. Your vision blurs, and you barely register the snow pelting you and the wind blowing through you as if you're a ghost. The cool temperature of the air really shouldn't be warming you up.

Actually, when had it gotten so warm? Your pajama top is plastered to your arms and chest, otherwise you would have pulled it off. It's uncomfortably warm.

You're about to pry your clothes off when your porch light flashes on and your front door creaks open.

"Darlin'? What are you doing out here?"

Even in your shivering, disheveled state, his voice doesn't fail to bring butterflies to your stomach.

"Tech?" You manage, teeth chattering and cutting off any other potential communication. He must hear you from the cursed body of water, even though it's a good hundred feet from the house. It's more of a croak when you speak, so you're slightly grateful for your newly gained inability of speech.

Techno pulls his mantle around his shoulders and an extra from the coat rack. You idly wonder why. You're warm- a cloak would probably suffocate you. Faster than he should be, he's at your side.

He lets out some sort of sympathetic noise at your unfocused and freezing state. Your breathing has become harsh and irregular. "Aw, baby, what happened?"

You attempt words, but fall short. Instead, you motion to the broken-in pond. He seems to get it without your help, though. You're shivering from the heat.

"Cold?" he asks.

You shake your head. He curses, and seems to think for a second.

He hesitates, "hot?" Seems like he finally gets it. You nod almost eagerly. This just makes him curse again. You blink. He shakes his head and picks you up, wrapping you in a makeshift burrito with the extra cloak. Aside from your protests and thrashing to get the cloth off, he gets the both of you back in the house surprisingly fast.

Moving quickly, he drops you by the fire and tasks you with warming up while he draws a bath. You shiver and inch away from the fire the second he's gone.

With much effort, you manage to pull your pajama top off. That helps. Not as hot. You shiver again and begin working at your pants. They're plastered on, and you only work them halfway down your thighs before Techno is back.

"Alright, c'mon," he ushers, holding his hand out for you to use to pull yourself up. Instead, you shake your head and shift away.

"Darlin'," he tries again, voice soft, almost pleading. "We gotta get you warmed up."