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tamoscringecorner · 8 days ago

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I WAS JUST RE READING IT AND I FORGOT TO EDIT OUT "Add more of him suckin that DICK" CUZ IT WAS APAET OF MY NOTES AND STUFF TO FIX AJGGKCLX 💔💔

MAC, TIMOTHY, HECTOR, AND SOPHIA HEADCANONS!! 🖥️🐈‍⬛💌💰 (NSFW warning! You get the gist, read the bible not femboys goonin' 💔💔)

Also, sorry this took so long. My house was almost set on fire, my trash can was set on fire, I almost died 3 times during my break, my amazing grandma by lwk havin issues, my laptop got fully broken, and I got the living dog shit beat out of me, then later found out I was into it. So ya know, kinda needed a short break

Mac headcanons:

-They often get jealous easily and even more so when you talk to other electronics such as phononica or Tellie, and would spam your computer with ads of hookers and e-scams alongside ads of investigating cheating partners

-They lowkey have a god-complex and are so egotistical due to them being the smartest one in the house, which makes them both attractive at times, but also exasperatingly difficult to deal with at times

-During it, they'd be more rough with you and mutter to themselves through gritted teeth about how 'those other idiot electronics can't even comprehend and complete various diagnostics and searches at light speed like I can, how stupid..'

-If you'd back down and apologize for giving the other elecronics 'so much attetion' they'd slow down and trail their free hand up and down the small of your back while looking up at you with a soft smile saying 'good!' -If you didn't back down and apologize (for NO reason honestly..) they'd curl their fingers, pushing them deeper in you while muttering in a strained voice 'oh really? Do you think those objects can even compare with my genius?! They aren't nearly as talented as I, let alone can satiate your needs like me, darling...' in that aggravating condescending voice they use whenever their ego is slightly challenged

-Whenever they get jealous they'd raise their vocie more and shove you off if you leaned in for a kiss or any kind of affection, eventually their resolve would break down if you were to mess with your mouse or click your screen a lot causing their beret of 'you BEING a cheating human steroytype who just FAWNS over anything?!' into gasps and muffled whined from them covering their mouth with their hand

-To them, you spamming your mouse or using your clicker a lot is like a vibration to them

-Just to tease them back sometimes, when they'd be berating you or pissed off, you'd roll the cursor of your mouse, never failing to make their face turn red and your computer blue screen

-If you were being a tease and denying them release or any touch, they'd break down and plead, beg, yearn for you to click the mouse, to press your hand against their firm chest, feeling their fast heart beat, to let you feel their heavy breathing against the crook of your neck

-When you'd finally touch them, your computer would glitch out and they'd cover their mouth, sinking their teeth deep into their hand out of pure animalistic desperation to not let you hear their 'stupid non-human human sounding noises?!'

-During it, their glasses would fog up, they'd shudder from just the feeling of your fingertips brushing against their unnamtuerlaly warm body, and they'd cover their upper face and softly whine 'f-fuck baby..' whenever they're close

-After it, they'd pull you onto their lap and pepper your face with kisses, and in between kisses would tell you odd compliments like 'you're not the worst human in the world!' which means a lot considering their distaste for most others-

-They'd also spam your computer with silly lovey internet memes and cute cat photos, constantly saying, 'See, my dear partner! Doesn't the web have so much? This is so hashtag relatable! Lux tolde me to say that more often to be.. 'hashtag non-binary monarch boss'?

-Sometimes they'd ramble for hours about something they're passionate about with their eyes sparkling and their nose doing a little sprunch/ twitch to push up their glasses without having to use their hands, making them look like some kind of adorable cat

Hector:

-Hector has extremely bad social anxiety and avoids being seen by any other objects, hence he mostly stays in the vents, but this has caused him to be extremely touch-starved and sensitive to any kind of human interaction, let alone touch

-Whenever he is feeling 'hot and bothered' he'd awkwardly shuffle towards you trying to seem cool by leaning against a wall (he ended up falling right after he said 'hi'...) and go on a long rambling about 'how ya knoww people and evalution is crazy and with evalution comes arousal and with arousal comes reproduction due to evalutionary need-' until you'd finally say 'do you wanna fuck' with a deadpan look causing him to nearly jump out of his skin before rather embarrassingly loudly blurting out what can be only described as the most eager 'YES!!' you've ever heard in your life..

-In the beginning, he'd be totally against you touching him in any kind of way and would claim that 'you are a god, you deserve to be pampered and taken care of like the most delicate rose to exist! I shall not let my own foolish non-existent desires other than to please you, get in the way!'

-Due to his boundaries and lack of confidence, he prefers to pleasure you- mostly though giving you oral with him often eagerly pressing his tongue against your most sensitive while gripping onto you like a life line while mumbling to himself about 'how good you taste..' and 'how I wish I could do this every day...'

-During it he'd grip your inner thighs roughly and let you pull on his hair with it sparking a twinge of taboo excitment and thrill through him, causing him to run his tongue all over your parts, savoring every taste and eagerly spreading your thighs even more to suck and gently bite on your inner thighs with momentary pauses to lick up any coating of 'stickieness' left behind

-Your consent and wants and needs to him are his number ONE priority, but sometimes you'd get overstimulated and would try to beg him to slow down, but he'd be too distracted to hear

-Sometimes, if he didn't take care of his 'needs' earlier, he'd end up finishing just by making you finish all over his face

-Eventually, if you felt comfortable enough with you giving him pleasure, he'd make a whole list of rules and a barrage of sincere apologies from him for 'being so difficult...'

-Hector is 100% a one pump chump, and even one stroke has him crying out 'Darling please, have mercy!' If you continue, he'd immediately tear out and let out various whimpers and whines about how he 'doesn't deserve such pleasure, let alone from a person such as you!'

-Hector has deep brown eyes, and whenever he's in the submissive position, he feels a twinge of pride seeing how flustered you get seeing his puppy dog eyes looking up at you; wet with tears

-Due to him often being alone and in the dark, he'd sometimes practice how to 'please you' with the help of Sophia, of course

-He secretly has a small crush on Sophia 'due to her being so straight, confident, and forward.

-Whenever you're not at home, he secretly steals a piece of clothing from you or even an undergarment like a pair of boxers or a bra, and would press them against his groin or just inhale the scent while touching himself, mumbling your name over and over again

-Sometimes he'd turn up the temperature just so that you'd change, letting him steal whatever you were wearing before and being able to snag a tantalizing glimpse of your midriff or ankles (he has taste?? Don't judge him, he has the idea of nudity as a guy from the 1800s would have-)

(Add more details, I wanna hear about him SUCKIN that DICK

Timothy/Timmy (OHH DESCISONS DESCISONS, DO YOU WANT THE SPICY LATINA FEMBOY OR THE HELLO KITTY PAJAMA FEMBOY? I'm sorry I needa to get off TikTok-)

-Whenever you are working for long periods of time and have been giving Timothy a lack of time, let alone affection, he'd call out your name, just enough times and loud enough to make you quit your work and storm over to him

-When you'd meet him face to face, you'd find that his typical suit and almost professional get-up as Timothy was now replaced, with him now wearing his cat pjs and a shirt that read 'if it fits, I sits!' with his typically stoic half now replaced with a more needy one.

-After a long moment of you staring at him, trying to gauge his reaction and why he called for you, you'd soon enough realize the trailing of loose red yarn, covering him head to toe in a faux attempt to look 'helpless'

-As soon as he'd notice the way your cheeks turned into a color similar to the yarn he was 'trapped' in, he'd just stick an adorable pink tongue out while saying 'you like what you sheee, Master?~' with that obnoxious coy tone he always uses to get under your skin

-If you were working, typically he wouldn't mind, let alone care about your lack of attention, but if he was in heat, his demeanor would do a 180 and he'd go from ot caring to rutting and rubbing against your ankle, letting out soft whimpers for you to 'please touch Timmy...'

-If he were Timothy, he'd silently climb onto your lap and press his groin against yours, causing both of you to let out a mutual gasp of pleasure. He'd start to rub his against yours and this would contiune wit the both of you trying to keep as quiet, but failing to do so with you letting out mumbled curses and him whining and whispering into your ear sweet nothings about 'how badly he needs Master in him and to breed him until he is all dirty n full with Master..'

-During it, if you were being too slow, he'd get all bratty and start making complaints along the lines of 'unshheculded incidents have NO place on Timothy's calender!' and 'you are slower than the persistent march of time?! Make haste, human idiot!' like he calls the shots

-If you were to keep taking things slow, he'd eventually just scoff and mutter to himself 'must I do EVERYTHING around here..' before slamming it all in, causing him to let out a choked whimper

-During it he'd often bury his head and cover his mouth in a poor attempt at keeping quiet and not letting you hear his 'unprofesshional noises..' with you needing to forcibly pry his jaw open, just to hear his simply adorable noises and pleas for you to stop

-He secretly has a breeding kink due to him being part cat, and this interest of his comes out more when he is in heat and you are giving it with him, accidentally blurting out something along the lines of 'P-please don't stop! I want you to breed me, p-please Master!' or 'God, I'm gonna have kittens if you keep this up..'

-In the begining he'd talk a big game about how 'a stupid little worm like you could NEVER do something do somerthing so vulgar to Timothy!' and during it he'd have his face buried in a pillow with his back arched so low his bare chest is pressed right against the now soaked bed sheets while you'd slamw your hips against his backsdie, pushing you deeper in him with a prominent bulge in hisw lower stomach as he meows and whines for you to 'be more gentle!!!'

Sophia:

-You and she have a sugar Mommy kind of relationship, despite you two being fairly good friends, with the lines of lovers often being blurred between you. Despite this she treats your relationship more so off you as her dog and her as a goddess you must obey

-Sophia is extremely possessive and even the thought of you spending time with someone else, let alone having a romantic attraction to them is enough to make her lose her MIND

-If you're ever acting out and not listening to what she's saying, she'll cross her arms and simply stay silent, waiting for you to finish with her, finally saying, 'Ya done, hun?'

-After a long moment of silence, she'd make her way over to a seat, cross one leg over another, revealing more of her upper thigh through the slit in her dres, while patting her lap. It doesn't matter if you listen or not, either way she'd drag you onto her lap and hold you down there with her slender fingers firmly tangled in your locks as she pins you down

-If you kept struggling against her grip, she'd let out a long sigh and shoot you a warning glare while muttering to herself, 'god, you're just a lil brat, aren't you?' before she'd reach out and get her paddle and waste no time pressing cold, hard leather against your behind

-She's a major sadist, and the sight of you breaking down into sobs and going from a whiny brat to a whimpering whiny mess is always beyond satisfying to her. You're just a mouse in her own cruel game, with both of you seeking pleasure from it

-Even if you guys were in public, she'd force you to call her 'Master' or 'Mommy' just to see your cheeks flare up and turn a deep crimson shade each time you utter the pet name

-if she was busy with someone or with work, she'd give you not even the decency of a glance and just chuck money in your direction and brush you off while saying 'buy yourself something nice, honey.. I don't care, just get out of my sight'

-Her nicknames and pet-names for you are never short of erotic, and even though the pet names are said, love, sometimes lust doesn't come with love

-She has a great interest in pet play and her pet names for you reflect that, for example, she's called you 'my adorable filthy little pup..', 'a messy little puppy' or 'my disgusting little pup'- always in her typical boisterous condescending tone

-If she's feeling kind she'll let 'reward you' by letting you drink milk out of a dog bowl, if you even dare to spill any of it she never fails to wedge her heel into the side of your face with a look of sheer dissapointment on her face while saying 'I KNOW you can do better than that, can't you, darling?'

-After it/for after care, she'll wrap her arms firmly around you and press your face in her chest as she buries the tip of her nose into your hair, just breathing in the scent and silently enjoying how small and helpless you are in her arms when she interlocks them around you in this manner

-She'd pepper your face with kisses and cover it with black lipstick and would proceed to pretend to glare at you and demand to know 'who did this to you?!' while biting the inner part of her cheek not to break into giggles

-Despite her cold outer exterior, her interior is rather kind and soft at times, but other than you and Hector, she lets NO ONE else see her like this, and if anyone catches her growing soft due to you, she'll waste no time cussing them and hissing for them to 'look the fuck away?!'

Uhh..this may be total ass cuz I juast spent over 2 hrs editing and sitin here lookin like a shrimp who's workin a 9 to 5 and has 5 kids and a messy affair while being married to his wife. If you have a issue with anything in this, well shove a crowbar up your ass vro 🔨

but like.. I'll fix it later dawg- 💔💔

ALSO! We hit 96 followers, so horray!! Take this as some kinda uh..thanks thing?? I'll do a poll, tell me whenever you freaks wantt I don't care HOW weird it is

See ya, Old Sport 🤠

@real-hot-grl-shi you're a REAL one gurl, but you scary AF ngl..

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tamoscringecorner · 9 days ago

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Am I the only one who feels really embarrassed hwbefver people repsot my smut or fics, cuz like its flattering but like WHY.. 💔💔

⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊° ⋅ Hector and MC beach day; Part Two ! 💌⛱️ 🌊(Warnings NSFW and others below) ⋅°₊ • ୨୧ ‧₊° ⋅

Alright so I tired makin this damn thing cutesy n shit so you're gonna revcive the damn tags like that, so kwaii so sugio

Also: Non gender specified reader for all my peeps and pipis "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

Warnings: (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

₊˚⊹⋆ Dubious consent, crying like a lil bitch, lowkey bullying, in public (but not focused too much on it), humiliation, sadism, (both light in moi''s opinion) and some references to pet play/ the word 'puppy' being thrown around ₊˚⊹⋆

Someone end me.

You were lying down on a warm beach towel, soaking up the warmth of the sun rays with your face buried into a pillow you brought. You extended your arms and let out a soft noise upon the feeling of relaxation and tension leaving your body, at least before you felt a burning sensation.

Crap, sunscreen...

You let out a long sigh and sat up, looking down at your new sun-kissed skin that was a warm shade.

"Damn it, where's the sunscreen?" You mumbled to yourself, looking around.

"Hector Love, do you know where the sunscreen is?" You called out to him as he tilted his head to look back at you. His eyes widened, and his cheeks went from a light brown to a warm, deep red—flustered by the nickname.

"S-sunscreen? Oh yes! I believe it's by the picnic basket, My Dearest," He said softly as he began to make his way over to you with his arms coiled around his torso and his gaze never on you for more than a split second.

He was always such a nervous wreck, especially when he felt exposed

"Why are you asking, My Love?" He asked, quizically as he kneeled and sat next to you-almost like a dog would do.

"Well, I just needed to put some o-" You said before you were immediately cut off by him.

"I'll do it!" He blurted out before you could even finish your sentence.

"I mean... It would be my greatest pleasure, My Rose!" He said softly as he gently picked up your hand and intertwined it with his, acting as though it was made of glass.

"Either way, I live to please you, My Dear..." He murmured against your skin as he pressed soft kisses on the front of your hand, slowly trailing up.

"You know you don't have to push the whole 'you're in control' thing, right, Hector..?" You said, struggling to maintain your composure as you felt your face heat up and your mind begin to go foggy upon Hector's simple yet intentional touches, sparking a fire within you.

"Ah well, you see you may think that, My Love.. but as time goes on you shall find that you find yourself so entranced by the idea of being worshipped and having control soon enough you'll grow so addicted you no longer can pull my strings with me soon becoming your most loyal servent, but least contolled one too. I want you to need me, and I need you to want me, My Dearest..." He said firmly, looking up at you with his being radiating an uncommon confidence and firmness.

Who knew he had it in him?

Your cheeks flushed, and you found that each time you parted your lips to speak, the words died in your throat.

"J-just- Put the sunscreen on, you sappy idiot..." You mumbled, struggling to regain your composure. You rolled your eyes, trying to seem defiant and unbothered, but subley Hector noticed the way your heart pounded, crashing against your ribs, and the way your face reddened just as a blossomed rose would.

He didn't call you his rose for no reason after all

Hecotr simply stayed silent but was unable to not let out a quiet laugh upon seeing your current state. You lay back down and buried your face back into the pillow, at least before you were caught off guard by the feeling of something upon your lower back. Hector shifted awkwardly and mumbled out a few inaudible words, with the only ones you were able to make out being 'sorry' and 'I hope I'm not heavy...'.

You quietly groaned into your pillow as you felt Hector shift, followed by the feeling of him firmly pressing his thighs on either side of your hips, almost fully straddling your back now.

"Ah, D-Darling- Are you sure you're not uncomfortable?" He asked sheepishly as he kept adjusting, trying to move to your liking.

"I'm not, just- Keep doing that..." You mumbled as you felt your cheeks redden with both embarrassment and an odd arousal that shot straight through your veins.

Hector silently nodded and shifted around a bit more before he finally got comfortable. He pressed his inner thighs on either side of your hips as he sat down on your lower back, providing a comforting weight. His whole body was heavy and firm yet soft, and it provided an odd sense of comfort to you.

Eventually, he remembered why he was here, and he squirted some sunscreen onto his calloused hands and began to slowly glide his firm hands over the small of your back. As Hector worked, rubbing in sunscreen, he couldn't help but have his mind wander. He knew he shouldn't be thinking such things, let alone about someone as amazing as you, but he couldn't help it!

"God, I'm such a creep..." He muttered under his breath as he began to rub sunscreen lower with his mind only half occupied with doing his job. As he worked his hands, he couldn't help but imagine what you looked like under that swimsuit of yours.

Swimsuit or not, everything about you was perfect.

The way your hips dipped, the curves and contours of your body as they trailed downwards, your chest as it rose and fell when you were deep in slumber, etc.

Even your quirks toward him were cute. The way you covered your mouth when you laughed, the way you got shy when he was overly romantic, and best of all, when you looked at him with that fond expression that made him melt like butter in a hot pan.

He needed you bad, too bad...

Soon enough, his mind was a whirlwind of various erotic thoughts and fantasies, with each one getting more and more perverse as he kept daydreaming. Soon enough, without realizing there was an unfamiliar tightness in his pants, he found that his hips rocked back and forth against your backside, subconsciously.

"God, My Love.." He whined softly as he gripped your hips and began to increase his pace, not fully realizing what he was doing.

You buried your face deeper into your pillow and let out various shallow breaths and mumbled curses. You told yourself you needed to regain control of the situation, but you had half a mind to pay attention to that and at the moment.

Hector snaked his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck while mumbling sweet nothings to you, with you being unable to do anything about it.

"God, you feel so good, My Love.. You don't know what you do to me, do you? I'm so lucky I get to touch you like this..." He whimpered into your neck as he pressed wet kisses against your pulse point, causing you to let out a muffled moan followed by a shudder.

He let out a quiet groan and continued to abuse your neck with a constant barrage of kisses and gentle bites as he relentlessly rutted against you like a puppy in heat.

"P-please, My Love.. I-I yearn for your touch, you're voice, you're my everything," He murmured as he bit down onto your neck with a newfound roughness. He moved just an inch away and ran his tongue over the mark, silently admiring you, savoring the taste of you.

You bit down onto the pillow with you barely making any real effort to pry him off you, nor keep your voice in, you kept your face burning up at the mere thought of people hearing, let alone seeing the explicit display but Hector wasn't one to care much if people saw him being possessive, if anything he perfered it.

Soon enough, Hector instinctively jerked his hips forward and felt his body begin to shudder and tremble with his eyes turning wet as he teared up, feeling beyond sensitive, close to his breaking point.

"Sweetheart, p-please..." He mumbled breathlessly as he kept an iron grip on you.

"Please w-what, Idiot?" You muttered as you struggled to think, let alone talk, in the heat of the moment.

"P-please give me permission, I-I'm nothing without you, My Dearest... I yearn for you and your commands, My Love," He said in more of a whimper as his voice grew increasingly whinier with each second you played coy.

"Are you really that needy, can't you hold it in a bit, you big puppy..." You teased as you playfully pressed right against his most sensitive spot causing him to let out an embarrassingly loud moan, followed by his humiliation as he noticed the way people turning their heads around, trying to find the source of the noise.

"Darling p-please! This is NOT a time for your teasing tricks! You know I need you, and you know I need this!" He whined as he sniffled and wiped tears from his eyes, all while putting on this pathetic display of need; you couldn't help but let out a patronizing laugh at his childish behavior.

You turned your head around, about to follow up your laugh with a snarky comment response, but paused upon seeing the sight of him. His face was totally flushed now, and his eyes were wet with tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to relentlessly grind against you, despite knowing it would make his situation even more painful to beg for.

Hector wiped some more tears from his eyes as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, wide with need as he continued to beg you to let him finish.

"P-please, Darling..." He muttered through sobs as he continued to grind against you, desperate for release from all the friction.

"You'll be good, right, Sweetheart?" You teased with your voice, more hoarse and breathier than you expected.

Hector eagerly nodded his head and clasped his hands together with his tears turning into ones of happiness.

"Yes, I-I'll be a good boy for you.." He mumbled with his cheeks deepening in color as he blurted the words out.

In the moment that was the most humiliated and pathetic he ever felt in his life, seriously? This is what his life had come to: begging someone to do him some basic human decency.

You're eyes raked over his trembling form, and you couldn't help but notice how he looked beyond humiliated, and that embarrassed expression he had on his face only added to how pathetic he looked, not like you minded, though.

"Fine, I give you permission, Hector.."

"T-thank you, Darling..." He mumbled through shaky sobs as he finally allowed himself to finish.

Alright uhm, I uh- I don't know what to say, I'm actually aroace and find it pretty awkward whenever I write smut shit cuz like.. what do you even SAY after?? I feel like I'm someones deadbeat dad, like- "heya kiddo! sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday.. or aunt linda's funeral- But ey! I got you a toy from the money i got from gambling your colledge fund!"

Yippie cayey, I want to die!

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