ppl r always like if theres something i can do to help just let me know and then its like heres a tangible way u can help me rn and then theyre like 🦗*cough cough* 🦗🦗 *sounds of someone moving a chair* 🦗🦗

It’s always nice to see the fruit of conditioning. How you get ready for punches if I brush my fingers against you right; how you get wet at such innocuous words said in a tone that barely tips anyone off. You know what I want from you, and your body shows you want it too, no matter what you say.

Yall are supporting 100 HRT Harm Reduction Toolkits a day. 🥹

That is *100 years* worth of HRT support for trans people being created *every day*.

Hell yes, this rules!! 🏳️‍⚧️⛑️

I’d like to say that the best part is how you react. Your whines and panting, the snot mixed with tears running down your neck. Your desperation, how you still audibly wince at each punch then beg for more. Certainly, I wouldn’t have chosen you without all that. You’re a pretty little thing for me …

teehee sillaye

You ever felt muscle atrophy before? What about the really bad kind, where your bones feel stiff and everything aches. You try walking, but you can’t even stand. If it goes on long enough, you’d become like a doll. It’s easy to use someone in that state, in any way I desire. You aren’t the first …

It’s nice to have variety when I’m beating up my daughter. Punch your tummy, knee your cunt; bite your neck & align your body for more damage. It’s so easy with you, letting me do what I want after…what? A couple bratty remarks? Can’t even pretend for two minutes. You’re pathetic. Easy.
Good girl <3

2 houres,

💜 Waste 💜

The best moments of being your father are the tender ones, the slow weekends when I come home from work and just hold you, moving down to smother your precious body with mine. You’re so warm; it’s so easy for you to run hot with so much less you need to heat. I guess to you I’m warm in my own way,

If you properly acted like a plushie, you wouldn’t say no to me cutting a hole in you to use. You’d recognise that, even if it was the most excruciating experience in your life, you don’t have a say. You’re mine, & I’m going to move on to decapitation if you keep whining.

The plan's simple enough: I feed you, clothe you, beat you. I make you my precious thing. In every part and throughout the whole, your flesh becomes mine to bite and cut and claw at.

It'll be fun, marking your body in a language all its own, words known only to us, telling the world who owns you <3

I want a girl worth hurting. More than a sack of meat to slam my heel into after beating raw—I want a girl who’s mine, crawling to me the next day so I can punch her tummy enough that the bruises take twice as long to heal. I need someone already halfway to death.

You think you can be that for me?