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Birth video!!!

Video of the moment my 14 pound baby girl entered the world yesterday!

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Acrobats Vol I

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Assume the Position - Given how obvious the huge bulge was in his pants, and how he made sure his print was visible, most people assumed he was a top. That was, until he popped up 7 months pregnant with the baby of an NFL player!

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This is genuinely beautiful

I’m sitting on the couch, shirt off, cradling my newborn against my big, round belly. His tiny mouth latches onto my chest, and I feel this wave of warmth and love rush through me. My body, once all muscle and strength, now soft and nurturing. Never thought I’d be here—hairy belly rising and falling as he feeds—but this moment, this bond, feels like the strongest I’ve ever been.

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I’m sitting on the couch, shirt off, cradling my newborn against my big, round belly. His tiny mouth latches onto my chest, and I feel this wave of warmth and love rush through me. My body, once all muscle and strength, now soft and nurturing. Never thought I’d be here—hairy belly rising and falling as he feeds—but this moment, this bond, feels like the strongest I’ve ever been.

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Between the Pressure and the Push

⚠️ This post contains intimate themes, emotional intensity, and mpreg labor. Like ❤️, reblog 🔁 and DM me 📩 for the full uncensored version.

The room was quiet, but not still.

The only sounds were breath — deep, fast, uneven — and the subtle creak of bedsheets shifting beneath tense limbs. He was propped on pillows, legs parted, body glistening with sweat under the dim light of early morning. The air was heavy with anticipation. Not fear — no, that had long since passed. What lingered now was awe, and the weight of something about to happen.

He squeezed the hand beside him, eyes fluttering half-closed.

"It's... it’s getting stronger,” he murmured, voice low and ragged. “I can feel it opening more. I think… the next one is going to be big."

His partner, kneeling between his spread legs, nodded — eyes locked onto him with quiet intensity. He’d been there since the first tightening of muscle, through every contraction that built toward this moment. He'd watched that strong, round belly rise and stretch, watched as his body adapted to something both ancient and extraordinary.

“You’re doing incredible,” he said, softly. “Just stay with me. Breathe through it. Let it come."

A pause. Then another tremor passed through his body — and this time, it wasn’t just a tightening. It was a surge. His head tipped back, mouth parting as a low, involuntary moan escaped.

“Oh god… it’s there. The pressure... it’s right there,” he gasped, hips rolling upward instinctively.

“You’re dilated, I can see it — you’re wide open,” the other man replied, his voice trembling with something between concern and amazement. “You’re so close now. Just keep breathing.”

He clenched the sheets, not from pain, but from sheer intensity. There was a heat building in his pelvis, a stretching that seemed to go deeper than muscle. He was open — open and pulsing, the entrance gently flexing with each wave. Still, there was no sign of the head, but everything in his body was ready. Every fiber was trembling with the need to release, but the final threshold hadn’t yet arrived.

“I don’t know if I can wait anymore,” he whispered, half-laughing, half-crying. “It feels like I’m about to break open.”

"You won’t. You were made for this," came the reply, and a gentle palm pressed against his trembling thigh. "Let your body take over. You’re almost at the edge."

And as another contraction rolled through — this one longer, deeper, more insistent — he surrendered to it. No resistance, no fear. Only trust, breath, and the soft whisper of someone who wouldn't leave his side.

The body was fully engaged in the second stage of labor. Pelvis tilted at the optimal angle, sacrum softened and opened by repeated bearing down. The anal opening had dilated significantly, revealing stretched, flushed tissue — the muscles at the edge thin, trembling, and visibly fatigued. There was no crowning yet, but the presenting part was deep in the birth canal. The perineum bulged visibly, each contraction expanding the circumference of the anal ring. The rectal pressure was immense — internal rotation nearly complete — and with each push, the anterior tilt of the pelvis allowed maximal descent without mechanical obstruction. The opening pulsed slowly between surges, glistening, twitching in anticipation of the next bearing down. He lay in a supported lithotomy-like position, legs drawn and braced, allowing clear access and mobility. This was the transitional moment: the body was ready, fully dilated, the fetal head just behind the final curve. One more contraction might bring visible crowning. For now, it was the waiting — the slow stretch, the quivering readiness — before the final reveal.

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A continuation of The Delacroix Legacy.

A short story following Pregnant In Pearls and a side story to Silk Ties and Secrets.

https://www.patreon.com/BlkDaddieBelly

Available NOW for Inkitt and Patreon subscribers. Wide release on May 1.

Featuring cover art by @mpregoneverything

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Chapters: 21/38 Fandom: Original Work, No Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Mpreg, Pregnant Sex, Older Characters, Male Lactation, Power Dynamics, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Male childbirth, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Fertility Issues, billionaire tycoon, Mentions of miscarriage, Prostate Massage, Light Bondage, Top/Bottom Versatile Series: Part 3 of The Delacroix Legacy Summary:

Vincent Delacroix: Billionaire tycoon, international playboy... pregnant carrier? When an unexpected encounter on the French Riviera leaves Vincent with a full womb as a souvenir, he has to reconcile new understandings of love family, and responsibility. He must navigate treacherous corporate waters, protect his family's legacy, and bring down the walls that have been protecting his heart for decades. As the line between passion and power blurs, Vincent faces a choice: maintain the empire or risk it all for love. In a world where silk ties bind more than just necks, every secret has a cost. Sequel to Pregnant In Pearls

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Well hey there friends. I'm sorry I haven't been around much. I finally jumped on the Patreon wagon. The good news: There is a free tier with a ton of content, including illustrated versions of both of my books, Pregnant In Pearls and Silk Ties and Secrets. Just press the three dots on the right of the screen under the banner header, and select "join as free member". The better news: Paid members gain early access to my book chapters, exclusive photo sets, and bonus stories. And my lifelong gratitude and devotion.

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He was quite upset when he first got pregnant, and his abs slowly disappeared, but once he realized his ass and chest would also grow, he didn’t think it was so bad.

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I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on...

I just want a baby with the right one ...

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Undeniable - A Super Bowl Story

Nate Harland had spent his entire life building walls.

Walls between himself and his players, between himself and the press, between himself and anything remotely personal. He had perfected the art of the unreadable expression, the clipped responses, the kind of cold, sharp authority that made men twice his size fall in line.

That discipline, that control, had made him one of the most respected head coaches in the NFL. It had carried him through a relentless, punishing career. It had made him untouchable.

And then, Jaxon Reed had ruined everything.

Because for all of Nate’s discipline, all of his careful detachment, he had made one mistake.

A mistake that was now growing inside him, stretching the skin of his abdomen, shifting in his ribs, pressing down on his lungs when he paced the sidelines too long.

A mistake that had a father—a loud, arrogant, reckless quarterback who was far too involved and nowhere near careful enough. And, much to Nate’s frustration, refusing to let this go.

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Nate had done his best to keep it under wraps.

The press hadn’t noticed, at least. As far as they were concerned, he was just “bulking up,” maybe carrying a little stress weight, nothing worthy of a scandalous headline.

The team was another story.

Jax had convinced himself that he was the only one who knew. That they were keeping this between them, this secret confined to stolen moments in locker rooms, whispered arguments in Nate’s office, encounters so intense and reckless that they left Jax burning for days afterward.

But one day, Jax saw it.

The shift.

The way other people moved around Nate.

It was subtle, practiced, ingrained.

The thing about teamwork is that it depends on each member showing up for the others, whether they’ve asked for help or not.

The linemen forming an instinctive barrier when players ran too close on the sidelines. The equipment staff leaving extra protein bars in Nate’s office without being asked. The quiet way a water bottle would always appear at his elbow, a chair set nearby just in case—even though Nate never used it, never acknowledged it.

They know.  They were protecting him.

And Jax—who had spent months thinking he was alone in carrying this weight, alone in watching out for him—suddenly realized the truth.

But all this time, the team was with him. Backing him up. Doing their part to get Nate and the baby to the end zone.

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Jax’s hands are magic; broad and firm and sure. The hands that catch and run. The hands that throw a perfect spiral 20 yards. The hands that find their way to Nate’s belly in quiet moments, coaxing the baby to kick and roll.

The hands that wander beyond the bump, crossing boundaries and pulling moans and pleas and curses from Nate’s mouth.

In a quiet locker room, sliding around Nate’s waist, pressing low, right under the belly, pulling him back against a solid chest.

Pulling Nate into the backseat of Jax’s Hummer EV 3x, worshipping his 27 week pregnant body, caressing every new hill and valley until they are both writhing and sweating and breathless. Tugging closed the blinds of Nate’s office, gripping plush 30 week pregnant hips, setting an absolutely brutal pace as he pounds out the adrenaline of a playoff win. Nate should be mad. But in quiet moments those hands gather him close, massaging in belly butter and telling stories to their growing child, and he doesn’t know how to pull away.

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By the time they reached the Super Bowl, Nate was eight and a half months pregnant and holding on by sheer willpower.

His body ached constantly. His balance was off. He could barely get through practice without feeling like he had a bowling ball pressing on his lungs.

But he wasn’t stepping back.

He wouldn’t.

This was his job. His team. His life.

And so, he stood on the sidelines like always, arms crossed over his chest, yelling plays into the headset, pretending like everything was fine.

Jax wasn’t fooled.

The moment they took the field, he was watching Nate, scanning him between every play, his jaw tight, his movements sharper.

And then, as the second quarter came to a close, Jax saw it.

The tension in Nate’s shoulders. The way his breath caught, just slightly. The way his fingers curled, pressing against the curve of his belly for only a second before he forced them away.

Jax knew what that was.

And when they went into halftime, when Nate stood in front of the team, mapping out strategy for the next two quarters, Jax saw him white-knuckle the marker as a contraction hit.

Jax didn’t say anything.

Not yet.

But when the third quarter started, when Jax took his place behind center, he did something different.

Instead of looking at the defense—

He turned his head and stared directly at Nate.

Unwavering.

A full-on, pointed stare-down.

A message, loud and clear.

I know.

Nate’s lips pressed together, his jaw tight. His glare was sharp, warning, back off, Reed.

Jax didn’t blink.

And when the ref blew the whistle, he turned back to the game, pissed, wired, focused—

Because if Nate wasn’t going to admit what was happening, then Jax was just going to win this fucking game in record time so he could force the issue later.

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Twelve minutes.

Jax had twelve minutes left in the game, to finish what he started.

Twelve minutes. And then he would go meet his child.

He almost blew it. Saw Nate press a fist against his stomach, the way he tensed. The pain had spiked, his expression had wavered, his breathing had changed—and Jax had caught it.

Jax called a timeout that nobody wanted, jogging to the sidelines, prepared to wage a totally different battle if that meant sending Nate to the hospital. .

And instead of denying it, instead of brushing him off, Nate had finally, finally admitted it in his own way.

“The baby deserves a Super Bowl winner for a father.”

The words hit Jax like a sledgehammer.

Because Nate had never called him that before. And just like that, everything changed.

For the first time ever, Jax had a reason bigger than himself.  Every play was perfect; the pivots were sharper, the hits were harder, and the throws were laser direct.

Jax won that game.

Took his team down the field, broke the defense, scored the game-winning touchdown.

Then he ran.

Not to the trophy. Not to the press -  to Nate.

Who was already being loaded onto a stretcher, who was gripping his stomach, whose face was drawn tight with pain.

“I’m coming with you,” Jax told him, his voice urgent, his hands already reaching for him.

Nate let out a breathless, pained laugh. “You have a press conference to do.”

Jax pressed his forehead against Nate’s temple. “Fuck the press.”

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It happened in hours—long, agonizing, brutal hours.

Jax had never felt so helpless.

All he could do was be there, wrapping himself around Nate from behind, holding him steady, whispering into his ear.

“You got this.” “I’m right here.” “I love you.”

And then— A cry.

A tiny, perfect, new sound.

Jax’s breath caught.

Because there, paced on Nate’s chest, blinking up at the world with unfocused eyes—was their daughter. Emerson “Emmy” Reed-Harland.

Jax couldn’t breathe. She was real, and here, and theirs.  Jax couldn’t do anything but stare at her, at Nate, at the absolute miracle that had just happened.

And Nate—exhausted, wrecked, holding their child so carefully—

Looked at Jax like he had just won everything.

Football was never the most important thing.

This was. This always would be.

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PREGNANCY! | EMBARAZADO ALL PUBLISHED 2024 EDITIONS

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So sorry I've been quiet over here, Tumblr friends. I finally got the next Delacroix Legacy book edited and ready to take a break.