generous tummy

deep, guttural, animalistic grunts are so underrated in the birth kink community. moans and screaming really don’t interest me at all. i love the ones where you can tell it’s involuntary and strained, so throaty it almost makes them gag to let the sound out

Being asexual is like yeah I’m ace. Except for my one intense kink that my asexuality doesn’t apply to.

All I want is a hairy trans guy in my arms as he grunts and heaves our baby out of his body

Testosterone is a miracle drug that can turn you into a muscular, hairy, ravenously horny werewolf while growing you a literal dick, but cis (and some trans, but mostly cis) artists still insist on trotting out the tired old "prepubescent omegas with dripping boicunts begging to be bred" trope. Quit being lazy and mix that shit up.

i dont care if Monday's lit. Tuesday Wednesday touch my clit. Thursday i don't give a shit. it's Friday I'm in love

world where testosterone made you hyperfertile: extra likely to get knocked up, extra likely to have multiples, and extra likely to be huge once bred <3