Dream SMP Mpreg Requests (Closed)

Burning Obsidian (Dream&Quackity)

Request: during quackity's torture with dream. Dream was unware that there was a child within him (hes still processing the dreamon leaving his mind for a bit) and hes trying to stop quackity. After quackity leaves, he gives birth, finnally able to. Its a boy that looks like george.

pd: this is the most "violent" thing I've written to date, with it being a torture scene with a sword and an axe y'know, blood and all that. I wouldn't say it's too extreme or as graphic as other works, but take that as your warning if you don't wanna read something like that

I know virtually, literally, technically (and whatever other words that may be relevant) nothing about the lore and the timeline and all that of the smp. I never watched streams, and I don't really plan to, so I'm really sorry if these things don't follow the story. I'll make up my own based on the request and whatever little knowledge I do have about the lore

So that basically translates to, if you want a work that's loyal to the plot, please make it as detailed and include as much of the lore as possible in it I guess, otherwise I'll just make stuff up (so sorry if that sounded rude, but it's true. I'll make stuff up if the lore isn't really cleared because I really don't know much about it. I'm guessing some people might prefer that, maybe)

apologies if lore-wise (?) this is just gibberish, idk anything about the smp's lore and have no real interest in learning about it on my own

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Everything was confusing. Dream knew himself in the solitude that surrounded him practically all the time, with the occasional appearance of someone in the cell, Dream heard himself talk, walk and act as an external spectator of what was now his life in imprisonment. Dream felt possessed.

He had been hearing voices, trying to separate them from the unreal and the physical presence of someone nearby. In moments of lucidity, Dream wondered what the hell was happening to him. Because something was up and he knew it. In his mind and in his body. His entire being was being strangely altered. The boy could clearly feel it. Dream was possessed.

In the midst of the fog in his head, Dream woke up one day. Or night, or afternoon, or morning, his body had already forgotten how to differentiate time. There was only heat, confusion, and pain. Pain. Speaking of pain, during the last who knows how many days, a mysterious and annoying pain had made a nest in his body. In his torso, his back, his hips. Dream tried to the best of his limits to ignore it. It probably wasn't even real. Lately nothing was anymore.

The sound of the mechanisms outside made him immediately alert, getting up from his bed and debating whether to come closer, or stay where he was. It's not like running away was an option, or hiding another. Nope.

The lava recession soon allowed him to see the approaching person. Dream managed to make out the glow of a weapon in each of his hands even among the blinding glow projected by the burning lava below, and for a moment Dream was convinced that what he saw was really the product of his mind. There was no way Sam would let someone carry weapons into the prison beyond the entrance. Much less to the cell.

"... Quackity?"

"Dream." The visitor simply exclaimed after getting off the platform that had led him to the prisoner. Behind him, the lava began to fall again. And the intruding presence became more and more real with each step the boy took towards him.

Before Dream could ask him what he was doing there, the newcomer stepped forward, in a tone that made him shudder he asked about the book. And Dream knew what book he was talking about. His attempt to back away from the threat in front of him was quickly cut short when his back collided with an obsidian wall. Same as the other two that were part of his cell.