Dream SMP Mpreg Requests (Closed)

Wind (GeorgexDreamXD)

Request: George is in labor alone in a cabin in the woods while Dream is still in jail?

George is in labor alone in a cabin in the woods. The baby's father is Dreamxd, and George fears that the God will not accept his kid. He gives birth to his baby, and Dreamxd arrives shortly after. George fears the worst, exhausted, hugging his baby, until the god shows he loves the baby too and congratulates him for having done so well.

George and Dreamxd's relationship is still complicated, but the baby will bring them closer.

The baby looks like Dreamxd, blonde hair and green eyes.

The baby is a girl.

George finally falls asleep.

My first plan was to write and post the requests in order, but now I realize that this is a pretty bad idea. What I have to do is publish what I write, regardless of the order

Otherwise, the long wait will become even longer. Sorry to the people with older and still pending requests, but writing is hard for me, and I think I'm dying. Although I'm trying to write the most things i can simultaneously

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The sound of the wind lashing against the door was almost enough to drown out the gasps and pants of the person squirming and arching on the bed. The fire crackled in the fireplace, keeping the cabin more or less acclimatized on that cold windy night, and George couldn't wait for it to finally end.

The brunet closed his eyes, gripping the sheets tightly and he pushed with a contraction, until the pain disappeared. Staring at the patterns on the wood ceiling, George tried to catch his breath. He could sense the imminent birth, and he couldn't help but feel fear and uncertainty at what was to come. Starting because he was alone, alone in that cabin in the woods about to give birth to a child whose existence filled him with contradiction and anxiety.

Dream was completely out of the picture, locked between four obsidian walls and cut off from the rest of society for his crimes for more than a year now. He is a bad person, George was trying to remind himself, he hurt everyone, including myself, he thought as his hand closed in the air, yearning for the support of other fingers.

The start of another contraction made him whimper, preparing himself again and giving it all. He could feel the baby so close, he hoped it would end quickly, for him it was nothing but torture, and he was so drained already. It had been hours since he had started pushing, or at least it felt like that. He breathed, gasped, cried a bit and finally cried out, aching, exhausted and relieved when he finally felt the small body completely out of his own. His heavy breathing began to regulate as his eyelids started to drop, exhaustion creeping up on him and draging him to sleep. Until a sudden cry in the space between his separated knees startled him.

George made the effort to get up on his elbows, leaning over his still swollen belly and managing to see the creature in question on the bed, writhing and crying hard on the mattress. Instinctively, George reached out, feeling the pain throb everywhere as he did so, and took the baby into his arms.

He laid the creature on his chest, unsure of what to do, having never been in the presence of a baby, even less one so young as to have the blood and body heat of their mother still in them. George just pulled on a sheet and used it to wipe the baby's wet face. Curiosity was beginning to overcome exhaustion, so straining to sit up in bed, he began to examine the small body. The first thing he noticed was the sparse, light hair on the little head.

He ran his hand over the baby's, counting ten fingers between both, and as he did the same with the feet, seeing five and five toes in each, he also found out that he was holding a girl in his arms.

His chest ached, swollen, warm, full. The connection was easy to make. Pulling his shirt out of the way, he put the baby close to his nipple. Like an expert she latched on him and began to nurse.

The boy felt somewhat dazed. Okay, the baby was already out of his body, now what?

Would he hide? Would he hide her? He had never thought about what would happen next, now that was all that was left. He was no longer pregnant, he had a baby on his breast, and now what would he do?

Too much thinking, the least thing he wanted to do now. He closed his eyes, feeling the baby eat less eagerly and thought about letting himself be carried away by exhaustion and pain. All those ideas could wait.

The faint sound, or a sixth sense perhaps alerted him of the presence of someone else in the cabin. Someone who did not use windows or doors to enter. Opening his eyes again, his gaze found a man just a few meters away from the bed, hovering above the floor and staring at him under a mask. A scene that could had been ripped straight out of a horror movie if it wasn't for the fact that George knew him, knew him well. Well enough so that the creature on his chest was the result of that man. Well... "man".

Still, despite it not being a stranger staring ominously at him from a corner, that didn't make George feel any more relieved. On the contrary, he hugged the baby tighter to his chest and tried to hide her under the covers, slightly turning his body to shield her more from the intruder's gaze. A gaze he knew was on them despite the white mask with an X on it obstructing the view from his facial features. Did he even have those? George didn't know.

"What are you doing here?" George felt his voice tremble and break, trying his best to give him a warning look. Feeling the baby stretching her legs and closing her hands on his chest, George could feel a sudden sense of protection awaken in him, wanting to make sure nothing would get near to the defenseless creature. Even less if that someone was a god, with such an erratic behavior like his history could show. Not even her progenitor would approach her if his intentions were ambiguous. "D-don't you dare to touch her."

Even though, he wasn't exactly on the position to defend her or even himself. He wasn't precisely a threatening image, now talk about trying to stand up to a god. Weak and sore from labour, lying on the mattress under the covers and disgusted by the aftermaths of birth, George told himself he would still do whatever he had to to protect the baby girl nursing on his chest.

The "man" approached the bed without saying a word, a calm and seemingly harmless aura around him. George didn't trust him, trying harder to hide her in his arms. He still felt a few contractions, a product of not having completely finished the delivery. The umbilical cord still attached him to his daughter, but exhaustion convinced him to ignore the pain, very slight compared to pushing a baby out of his body.

DreamXD stared at him, raising his right hand towards them and George flinched without thinking. Barely for few seconds, before he felt the pain in his body suddenly disappear and the uncomfortable, gross sensation on his skin from the fluids of birth vanish as well, opening his eyes to first look at the god next to him, and then peering between the nest of sheets to watch his baby. Completely clean and dry, without the cord on her stomach and apparently unaware of the situation, still latched onto him but not eating anymore.

George kept his gaze fixed on the baby, almost forgetting about the extra presence in his cabin until he heard the god speak for the first time in a long time.

"You did really well, George. Congratulations. I also see that you made her very alike to us. She is beautiful." The voice behind the mask had a discreet tone of pride and awe. "That is a gorgeous green gaze."

Which was strange that he knew that, considering the baby hadn't opened her eyes even once yet. But well, he was a god after all, and technically he had been the one who made her. He probably already knew what she looked before George even knew about her existence.

A hand rested on the brown hair of the boy on the bed, combing it gently and filling him again with enormous exhaustion, feeling how his eyelids began to close on their own. He suddenly felt protected, for the first time in months, he felt safe and accompanied, unconsciously leaning into the touch. A warmth, a feeling of home with his daughter in his chest and the god who had conceived her in his body next to him, lulling him with caresses and a voice so familiar, so identical to...

"Dream..."

"You may rest now, you need it. Don't worry about your little one, we'll take care of both of you. Goodnight, George."