Get that man pregnant (also I write erotic novellas)

Hello hello--My name is M. P. Reginald, and I'm an up-and-coming author. I enjoy mpreg stories and am consistently fascinated by the way the world-building works and how being parents impacts the characters, but I'm usually kinda unsatisfied with ABO dynamics. So I started writing.

And I kept writing. And now I have a gigantic, extremely long and interconnected series planned (and partially written! What you see is NOT all I have ready to go,,,,).

This blog is going to catalogue my journey, serve as a hub for announcements and interactions with folks interested in my novellas! I'll share snippets here, notes about discounts (as many as possible!! making money is cool but I'm way more excited about getting to interact with folks), links to other socials, etc. There will also be exclusive shorts shared here, expanding on the world!

I also want to immediately make something clear: I am a cis man writing typically cis man pregnancies. This is meant as a fantasy and not a replacement or overwriting of trans experiences, including with pregnancy. This blog and the world I am creating are both explicitly trans-inclusive. If you don't feel comfortable with that, please consider meeting another human being and developing something called empathy.

The content I share is erotic in nature. Do not read on if you are not 18+. This content is for adults.

Please feel free to send me DMs or asks! I'm fairly new to Tumblr so it may take me a moment, but I'm excited to be here = )

about my work:

I love the way he touches me--like I'm something delicate and soft that he can't get enough of, but he's scared of damaging. He even rubs his fingers more gingerly over my stomach than over the rest of me. The thought of him giving my imaginary 2/3

child a twin still has kept my boner up all the way from the bar back here, now throbbing against my jeans as his stomach grazes up and down my crotch. He kisses with teeth. So much more ferocity than Scott. And yet, he lingers, too. Full book:

"I know you did not just unironically say 'shenanigans.'" "Shut the fuck up." "It's sweet that you came to check on me. But yeah, nothing more than the business as usual of me knocking shit over. 2/7

Only happens when I'm drunk, though. Which I'm not. Or, not fully, anyways, because I'm a responsible parent, and--" "Kid," he said, stern and hard enough that an actual jolt of surprise went down my spine. 3/7

There was something about being called "kid" in my mom's house while I floundered around like I was that clumsy teenager still growing into his body... I mean, it was filthy, obviously, and not usually my thing, 4/7

but I was already out of it from the booze and the sleep deprivation of having an infant around and something about just having this big strong hunk of man that I was so used to being in charge of stand in front of me looking so sturdy and handsome and kind and worried about me 5/7

--God, he looked so worried, it was precious as fuck with those knit eyebrows of his and the scowl that matched his normal one--made me feel like my height over him wasn't exactly what I wanted at the moment. Like maybe I wanted to lean into being the younger one in our relationship for once. 6/7

"Yes, daddy?" I asked, mustering my most innocent voice. He cleared his throat. "What? No. Stop that. You don't--no. Calm down. Get a grip. Let's get this shit cleaned up, and then we can head back outside, and--" Get the rest here: