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Look at the babies move in there beauty, strong, big and healthy don’t ya think? Maybe they’re running out of space.
Your husband was right about letting someone else get you pregnant, doubt he could give you twins like these two, so active and strong, soon to come out…it was a good baby shower gift from him to give us a weekend in a hotel, so we could keep fucking while he prepared everything.
Ya know? If you two ever want to expand the family with my strong genes, I’ll be glad to help~ I’d love to give a lucky someone triplets 💜
Come on, let’s fuck again, till I make you go into labor
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thehucowlife · 1 month
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When the pregnancy helps you reach goddess status 😮‍💨😮‍💨
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makemeamother · 3 months
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💖Goals💖
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gravidwithlore · 6 months
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A young up and coming war god, who gets cursed by the goddess of growth and life. It wasn't really a good idea to arrive on the scene and piss off the more established and more experienced gods, even when their domain seems to naturally oppose yours. The main goddess of life curses him to be in a constant cycle of pregnancy and birth, for all the lives he has already needlessly ended. But he's determined to establish his niche within the pantheon if war deities, even with his growing baby bump. Through out the curse's first cycle, he's constantly annoyed and angry at the curse, doing his best to ignore the rising swell of his belly when he can and continuing to antagonize the goddess who did this to him.
He doesn't listen to anyone's advice when they try to argue he's too close to giving birth to be anywhere near the battlefield. As the sound of fighting breaks out, his water breaks. The goddess who cursed him is not cruel, and she arrives as his eyes grow wide with fear and panic to guide him through labor and birth as battle rages on around them. Throughout his entire pregnancy he felt nothing but disdain and annoyance towards the life growing within him, but the moment he heard his child's first cry his entire world shifts and the battle ends in a truce.
He's had more children since and will continue to periodically swell with child, the blessing of the goddess still upon him, he loves all of them with every fiber of his being and would do anything to protect them. He has become a deity of war and battle to protect or defend loved ones, answering the prayers of warriors who fight to keep their families safe.
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sexypreggirl · 3 months
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Sunday morning
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preggydump · 1 year
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Based on a concept I had around bards reputations for flirting, seduction, and getting knocked up. What if instead of being mocked and ridiculed for their pregnant state this was actually considered a strength of bards? Long ago a group of bards came together and formed the first bardic stronghold, to protect bards and their children. The Bards were known as ambassadors, negotiators, mediators and centralized and provided those services for kingdoms who contracted them.
At first the Bards weren't taken seriously, many nobles boasted that the traditionally nomadic bards had no power or leverage. But the Bards were able to promise security and power in an unexpected way: through birthing bastards.
Bards often were requested to perform when they traveled through kingdoms and nobles lands, and they often tumbled into bed with very powerful and influential people looking for a but of rowdy fun. But many times the bard was left with a noble bastard or two growing in their belly, as it became harder and harder to entertain and travel. Most people saw this as a bad thing, deserving of a negative reputation. But the Bards turned this perception around. For a bastard was a potential heir, a promise that a bloodline would continue even if the noble and their family were disposed of and slain. And a bastard raised by Bards were given their protection and training, growing up to be skilled in all the things that nobles respected and taught their own rightful heirs.
Over the centuries the Bards and their BardHold grew stronger and stronger and their reputation grew. In most of the surrounding kingdoms it became an honor to have a bastard or several raised in BardHold. It became a bargaining tool to negotiate contracts, to broker alliances without marrying off their rightful heirs, a back-up plan in case things went south. The Bards raised these children and any children given to them communally and with overwhelming love. A child born to a Bard was a child to all Bards. A child adopted by a Bard was a child to all Bards. A child given to a Bard was a child to all Bards.
Anyone, whether Bard or not, who found themselves unexpectedly pregnant and with no where to go, or even just anyone looking for peace and shelter, were welcomed with open arms and adopted into BardHold, for they remembered the struggle and hardships their founders endured.
It is common for nobles and kings alike to employ the services of the Bards for contracts, alliances, treaties, and other negotiations. Whether they had a Bard of the BardHold Union employed and stationed in their council, or if they were contracted as needed, Bards were given reverence and respect almost anywhere they went and Ambassador Bards were one of the most highly respected class of Bards in the lands. A king without the council of an Ambassador Bard was said to be poor, weak, a fool, or all three together.
All this to say: here are the first sketches of my OC Floren, hes one of, if not the, most respected Ambassador Bards in the land because he is the Ambassador Bard for BardHold itself. So he negotiates alliances, trades, etc. for the Bards themselves rather than for any one kingdom like most Ambassador Bards would (although he does occasionally do that but only in a very temporary capacity). He's very good at his job, and actually is such a skilled negotiator that he doesn't actually need to promise the birth of Bardic Bastard very often. He's just an elf so his pregnancies last super long :)
Featured is Ser Gwinet, a knight of a nearby kingdom who Floren crosses paths with a lot, and considers a good friend. Especially after that one time he misjudged how close to going into labor he was, and Ser Gwinet ended up helping Floren deliver his charges in the woods like a mile outside of BardHold. They both respect each other a lot and whenever their paths cross they feel relieved that someone they trust and is very capable in their respective strengths is there to back them up in case things go south during a negotiation.
And also sometimes they fuck.
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adoseofpregbelly · 2 months
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A little sketch based on an actress from the Australian movie "Waiting"
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A big belly like that, round, taut and shiny needs to be loved, taken care of and worshipped ❤️ she proudly carries my baby, showing off how big she is, and least I can do is to love that big baby bump, that bellybutton, I want to poke it, kiss it, lick it, it’s just so inviting
(Advantage of writing is being able to come up with stuff like this all the time)
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alberta-sunrise · 3 months
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Can’t wait to meet you baby boy 💙
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lewdsdelta · 3 months
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They gently coax me into their lap, planting kisses along my neck. My ears twitch gently, tail lifted with a slight curl "Our little ones are growing fast... aren't they, my princess? " The words are teasing, their hands cupping my belly. They're right, I'm only a few months in with the litter they knocked me up with...
"They must be taking after me. I mean, look at this..." they coo, their hands running over my belly. Their seed took all too well, and it showed on my waistline, a visible curve already running from my hips up to my ribcage, and despite sticking to a moisturizer routine, stretch marks accentuate the swollen curve of my gravid form. I'm so full and I'm not even halfway done, already starting to waddle from the weight and its awkward distribution.
I kiss them passionately, moaning, our hands wandering over each other, and they gently flip me onto my back, growling "mine" into my ear as they run their fingers along the beautiful marks they helped put on me, and they gasp softly as they press an ear against my bump to hear heartbeats and feel their young shifting inside me. Their eyes look up at me with awe and love, planting even more kisses on me. "The mother of my children..." they say softly, and my heart skips a beat.
We're finally there. We're going to be parents, and I can't wait to see what comes next in our lives.
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sexypreggirl · 3 months
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Sexyy
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smuttyfantasy · 12 days
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What would you be doing if you were behind me
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