Freak Faced Kennel

Name: hound, mutt, freak face

Age: 13

Likes: everything. I do art, occasional smut, gore smut, requests.

Dislikes: T.R.A.S.H, trumpies, anyone like that

DNI: people who are in the dislikes category

INT: everyone who isn't in the DNI

Sexuality: unlabeled, polyamorous

Gender: transmasc, genderfaun, and xenogenders+

I post fetish and kink content, give me recommendations and I'll probably do them.

I don't send photos. Don't beg or say "I'll teach you soon" no you won't. Shit like that will potentially get you blocked.

"M-mommy, I can't take it anymore." You whine, pressing your warm body against the bars of the cage like a desperate puppy. She coos at you, "But baby, puppies don't complain when their mommy makes them feel good."

She giggled, turning off the bedroom light as she goes to bed, leaving little ole you to take the vibrations all night. You whine and moan into your plushies, occasionally mounting the poor things and grinding your clit against them.

You cum plenty of times, and by the morning when mommy does take the vibrator off,n you whine and whimper loudly. "Nooo! Please don't stop it!" You give her big puppy eyes. She sighs in mock disappointment, "You can't wear it forever. Now, be a good girl and get some rest." She kissed your forehead.

No clue how to even use communities, but meh

Because I've learned that in the kind of household I live in, having favorites doesn't last long.

I have a favorite plushie? Suddenly my siblings want to play with it. Favorite spot? Suddenly someone else takes it. Favorite shirt? Suddenly it's not mine anymore. Favorite time to sleep? Suddenly I'm in trouble for it. Favorite thing to do? Suddenly I'm not allowed to do it because "Your siblings can't do it, too. So you can't do it anymore."

Favorite friend? Suddenly I can't hang out with them because they don't like my siblings. Favorite place to be? Suddenly I can't be there cause "It's no fair if you're having fun and your siblings aren't." Even when that's not the point of it.

The point of my existence in my household at this point is to just realize that my parents are forming my brain. Not me. "You can't hang out with this person." Sorry, I can't hang out with you. "You can't go to this place unless it's fun for everyone." I don't like that place anymore. "You don't even play with this." You can have [object/thing I love a lot]. I don't want it if you want it.

I could be used at a sleepover by the man I came to see and get pounded by, but I have school to attend.

I could be asking my parents to drive me to a 'friends' house when it's actually two adults who plan on using me nice and good, but guess what? I have school to attend!

How I act on here