Okay, so I have now read the navelfucking fic in more detail.
...Morbid curiosity compelled me.
I advise strongly against a sporking. It gets highly repetitive and filler-packed later on, so any sporkers would likely pass out from tedium midway through Domestic Fluff Scene #304921 or Sex Scene #580312. Yes, even WITH the caveat that some of those sex scenes would be navelfucking - the human mind can begin to find even navelfucking a bit drab after a while.
UNTIL YOU REALIZE THAT YOU JUST TYPED OUT THAT NAVELFUCKING GOT A BIT DRAB
FFS, THIS IS THE FUCKING NAVELNOMICON
YOU LOSE YOUR SANITY AND DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT
*ahem* Anyway, it's also a... looooot like the Omegaverse. I think it had no influence upon that fan cliche, so it's interesting to see the parallel evolution. There's the deus-ex-fuckina pheromones, there's the bodice-ripper dynamics, there's the MPreg, there's the irresistible compulsion for MPreg (yes, REALLY), there's the rigid everything-old-is-new-again gender roles, there's the self-lubricating orifices, there's the...
Ooooookay. I will admit. There are not the navelginas.
( ...what. What? WHAT? )