Fans prefer fluff to other types of fic. But angst (dramatic stories where characters have a wide range of emotions, including…angsty ones) comes in a close second. PWP stands for “plot, what plot?” or “porn without plot,” and only comes in third, belying the idea that fans are only interested in porn. (Note that both fluff and angst often contain sex scenes: fandom prefers the term “smut,” and it’s very popular across fandom. PWP is specifically porn: we don’t spend much time getting to the action.)
“Come here,” Yoongi softly says and pats his lap. Jimin looks at the invitation, almost hesitant, “Please baby,” Yoongi pleads and nods. Jimin moves to him cautiously as if to not try and get Yoongi mad at him more. He sits on Yoongi’s lap stiffly and looks anywhere but at Yoongi’s face who’s looking at him.
I only read the first four novellas in the Author, Preston Walkers “MPREG Romance Bundle.” And as a big fan of this particular genre of writing I thoroughly enjoyed them all. “Uriel’s Forest” is quite the tale and gave me a lot to think about long after I finished reading it. I read the “bonus book” included in the collection (Regal Bloodlines) a while ago and wrote a separate review which I posted on Amazon.All in all I can highly recommend the first four books for anyone liking very well written, imaginative m/m romance, mpreg books.
His long coat did well about covering the two lumps where the eggs were stuck inside his pants, but it was getting harder to hide the slimy purple goo that had soaked through his pants and was running down his legs, soaking through his pant legs the more he pushed.
“I’m going to sleep. You don’t expect me to stay up all night just to watch you birth eggs, do you? After all, maybe some more unfortunate travellers will find their way here tomorrow. I have to be ready for them,” and with a final smirk, Joel closed his door lightly and retreated into his room, leaving the poor man to labour on his own outside.
Joel cleaned the second egg and placed it beside the other one and returned to his position in between the man’s legs, holding his legs further and further apart as he saw the tip of the third egg start to crown. This one was off-white and had little brown specks on it. He grinned as he remembered this being one of the largest eggs, and he noticed the rim of the man’s opening try to stretch across the egg as the man continued to push.
Note: The “scary” tags for this fic are meant as trigger warnings. I tried to set them up so they can be filtered out. Levi doesn’t abuse or exploit Eren. This fic does not “romanticize abuse” at all. Those tags relate to other character interactions, but not the two of them with each other. Non-con/abuse/etc. are not glorified in this fic at all. They are written as the heartbreaking, awful things that they are. This is also a story with a heavy focus on character growth. Levi and Eren both become better partners to each other as the fic goes on.
“This sounds so weak- ‘I read playboy for the articles’ – but I really am most into the world building and reimagination of gender and society. Some of my fave a/o is teen rated. I love the idea of having more male characters who have uteruses- as many transmen do in reality- and of playing with our gendered perceptions and expectations about characters and narrative and history.” (Bekah, nonbinary, she/her, queer, 18-25, USA)
He reached into a small pouch he kept tied to his widened waist where he kept a knife, and cut the cord to his baby and tied off tightly. His stomach suddenly contracted again and he groaned while he kept his baby in his arms, and started to bear down. The pressure in his anus grew even worse.
“Try to calm down”, said Lena, giving him a calming stroke all over his belly. “I guess you’re anyway too far into pregnancy for having an… you know.. an abortion. This word sounds so horrible anyway…” And after a moment of silence later, in which she continued to rub over his firm, round bulge that showed distinctively through his sweater, she added:”I guess we now just have to care about you and the baby growing in your belly and I’m sure we can be good parents once the baby is born!”
I have never got the thought of being pregnant out of my head. Every so often I like to pull out some of my male maternity clothes out of the closet and put them on. I usually stuff a large balloon down the front to fill out the belly, but it wasn’t the same as having a child in it.
I made a commitment to this fic and I intend to see it through to the end. But I am finding it hard right now because of my college course and poor mental health. Not to mention I’ve been struggling with writers block a lot.