Free use law passes and you can't even make it a block away from your house anymore without being used by some random man. Having to leave for work hours early and sometimes still not being able to make it in because you're too busy being gang raped by construction workers just down the street. They took away women's licenses, along with the rest of your rights. so you're forced to walk whenever you need to go somewhere, easy prey. You can try to tell them no, but they're so much bigger and stronger than you. Even a scrawny man can overpower most women. All you can do is take it while they violate your holes, pumping you with load after load of cum. Turning into nothing but a fleshlight/incubator for strangers.
edited the intro to include a warning.
❁ name: daisy
❁ age: 16
❁ interests: new music, any crafts/art, culture + religion, literally anything, bugs + fish, etc
❁ crafts + art: sewing, whittling/carving, book binding, candle carving/decorating, baking, crochet, embroidery, cross stitch, watercolor, colored pencils, acrylic, etc.
❁ here to make friends, listen to new music, and read new books <33 gonna post like ‘reviews’ or wtvr ig. also gonna post blog-type posts
❁ original posts - rambling ᯓᡣ𐭩
❁ reblogs - rb ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
❁ posts to save - save જ⁀➴°⋆
❁ reviews/thoughts on media - my reviews °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
❁ pagan/spirituality posts - pag ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
❁ crafts i’m doing - crafting 𓍯𓂃𓏧
reblog to show that people should pm you to send you misogynistic things and r@pe threats <3
(please do it to me <3)
mood boards inspired by my favourite bands: Nine Inch Nails
(this is more the downward spiral/the fragile inspired tbh)
Don't you fucking move. Just stay....right....there.
Good girl.
Nazis will never be welcome in paganism. They have no space in our communities, we will have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to nazis. You have no right to the cultures, gods and religions you hijack to spread your disgusting ideologies. You will find no refuge or comraderie amongst pagans.
Reblog to let nazis know they’re not welcome here.
Do you have session?
i don’t :<
Imagine walking down the street at night when suddenly the world goes black. You wake up naked, bent over a breeding bench. Your legs are tied apart and your arms are tied above your head, and you have a gag on so you can’t scream. Your cunny is hitting the cool air in the room giving you goosebumps.
You hear a voice behind you, cooing you, telling you not to cry and it’ll be okay. Suddenly you hear a buzzer and slight panting. Then the sound of claws on a concrete floor. A dog. You begin to struggle against your binds and whimper. Pleading through your gag on deaf ears. That’s when you feel it. A heavy but soft and fluffy body slams on top of you. A german shepherd, maybe even a st. bernard, all you knew was that it was huge.
You feel the claws begin to scrape at your sides before you feel the wet tip poke around your entrance. You wiggle around in hopes that the dog would keep missing its mark and give up, but suddenly, you feel its entire shaft shove its way into your heat. Tears prick your eyes as you feel your cunt stretch open to the fullest it’s ever been. The dog is pounding into you relentlessly at this point. Tears are pooling in your eyes as you realize this couldn’t get any worse, strained cries coming from your throat, and that’s when you feel it. That’s when you remember that dogs have knots.
You thrash against your binds but that earns you a small nip to the back of the neck, causing you to freeze. The dog slams into you, and you feel its cock twitch before it shoves its knot into your now gaping pussy. You feel its hot sticky cum begin to flood from the tip of its cock that was kissing your cervix. Your womb and gummy walls of your cunt are stretched wide around the knot, becoming painfully stuck together.
It thirty minutes but you finally heard the wet ‘plop’ of the knot come free, and the pressure from the amount of cum start to wane as it spills out of you onto the floor. You lay there against the breeding bench exhausted and trying to catch your breath and make awareness of your surroundings when you heard the voice again. “That was cute. But maybe let’s move onto something bigger.” And thats when you hear the sound of the buzzer once more as you thrash against your binds…