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Mr. Tenna x GN! Reader | Static Hearts Part 8

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Summary: After Tenna strips away the little autonomy you thought you had over this place, something inside you snaps. You decide it’s time to bring him back to where he belongs.

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Warnings: +18, power play, erection, sexual references, yandere Tenna, fluff (consider this a warning when it comes to Tenna).

Notes: Thank you all for the kind comments and for taking the time to read this fic! I’m so glad to see there are plenty of Tenna fans out there who aren’t afraid to embrace a little toxicity for some of that good dick (???

Word count: 5,6 K

“You better sit down for this, because… you’re about to have the best pancakes of your entire life!” Tenna beamed, his smile crinkling with joy as he poured a generous stream of syrup over your stack. 

Taken out of context, the scene might have looked almost sweet, like something plucked from a couple’s quiet morning routine. Tenna had prepared a lovely breakfast, humming to himself as he moved about the kitchen, occasionally checking on you with a soft smile.

But that warmth of the moment felt hollow now, especially in the wake of his recent meltdown. You didn’t even bother putting on a mask anymore. What was the point of smiling or playing along when the man across the table was holding you here against your will?

This sweet domestic charade was just another desperate attempt to get to you. It was Tenna’s way of luring you deeper into a life you never chose. A world built on his own selfish desires. A life imposed on you. No matter how gently it was wrapped, it was still a cage.

And now, this was your reality: a pancake stack with fruit arranged to form a smiley face, drowning in an almost comical amount of syrup. It reminded you of Tenna’s love. It had the same amount of overwhelming sweetness meant to cover up the things that were slowly dragging you down into misery.

“I used to whip these up almost every morning for the crew… back in the golden days! Not that I’m old, mind you!” he quickly added the last part with a chuckle, lost in the fond memory. “But back then? We were running on fumes and caffeine. I had to keep the whole gang fed or they’d be fainting during take two of the morning quiz show!”

He kept the syrup flowing, his free hand gesticulating cheerfully, too caught up in his storytelling to notice the amber tide creeping toward the edge of your plate. However, you didn’t say anything. You just watched in silence as the syrup spilled over the edge of the plate, dripping slowly onto the table. Your thoughts were elsewhere, caught in the terrifying realization that this man, beneath all the charm and goofy theatrics, held far more power than he let on.

“Right, sweetie?” he asked brightly, but you hadn’t heard his previous words.

Lifting your head slowly, your tired eyes met his impossibly cheerful smile. You still didn’t answer. And then, he noticed the mess.

“Fu— uh, I mean… heck. Looks like I’m just as sleepy as you are, sweetheart!” Tenna said with a forced laugh, quickly reaching for a paper towel to dab at the syrup pooling on the table, his movements just a little too quick, like he was a little too eager to reset the mood.

He snatched another paper towel, his frantic dabbing betraying just how badly he needed this day to go exactly as planned.

“Mmmm… Can’t say I blame you,” he said, lifting his head at last, shifting his attention from the sticky mess to you. “It’s been a long night.”

His smile deepened almost instantly, curling with satisfaction at the memory of last night. All the frantic love making, the way you had looked beneath and above him, the closeness and the illusion of something real. If he’d needed one more reason to fall completely in love with you, this was it.

“So…” Tenna drawled, stretching the word out with theatrical flair as he swapped his plate for yours, giving you the chance to add syrup to your own liking. “I was thinking, maybe tonight we finally hit the town for that romantic dinner date we keep pretending not to want. What do you say, dear?”

You took a bite of your food, deliberately ignoring the question. He leaned in a little closer, a wide smile still plastered on his face and clearly hungry for a reaction. Any reaction.

“Don’t want any syrup with those, sweetie?” he asked, his voice light, but a faint strain crept into the edges. 

Tenna poured some on for you anyway, just enough to not fuck up again, then clasped his hands together, still waiting for you to look at him. 

“Look at me, learning restraint. Who would’ve thought, huh?” He gave a short, awkward laugh, hoping you would play along. 

His smile faltered for just a moment before he forced it back into place, and then he leaned in a little closer, voice getting a touch higher.

“How are the pancakes, sweetheart? Are they to your liking? Nice and fluffy? Should I add some whipped cream? I think we’ve still got some left from that first cooking show!” Tenna said, his voice bright and playful, hoping for the sound of your laughter, or even a smile.

But all he got was the sound of your fork scraping not so gently against the plate as you ate. 

“What a fun program that was! Good thing Mike, ever the professional, cut the cameras just before I… well, before I said... um... that thing. But hey, I don’t need to remind you, you probably remember it perfectly, huh? Mike, what a guy! Always on top of things. He really gets me, you know? Always there when I need him. Solid guy, really. But don’t worry! He’s not your competition.”

He nudged you gently with his elbow, a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he tried to coax even a flicker of acknowledgment from you.

“Mike? Pfft. Nothing compared to you! I mean. I’d probably invite him to our wedding. Well, in the f-future of course! Unless you want it sooner… WHICH I WOULDN’T MIND!” he said, each word trembling a little as he desperately filled the silence, giving you a sheepish grin. “Mike has always been there. He has helped me, um, through rough times.... But without you I’d be lost. Totally lost. I’d probably end up living in a trash can down by the Queen’s castle! Hah!” He laughed a little too loudly, hoping the absurdity of the image would get a chuckle from you.

But the words hung in the air, and still, there was nothing. No chuckle, no eye contact. Just the quiet scrape of your fork against the plate.

“But enough of the sad stuff,” Tenna declared, snapping his fingers with flair. “I told you I can be fun!” 

Instantly, a burst of jazzy music filled the room. Without missing a beat, he swayed his hips and spun in place with a dramatic flourish.

“Maybe I’ll show you some of my moves, hmm?” he grinned, striking a pose.

One arm thrown behind his head, the other extended outward with fingers splayed and hips cocked to the side in a dramatic way. It was the kind of exaggerated flair that reminded you of Elvis and a game show host having a midlife crisis at the same time. 

“Next thing you know, I’ll be chugging energy drinks and riding a skateboard to work, just like the younglings do these days!”

He laughed loudly, clearly aware of how ridiculous he looked, but leaning into it anyway, trying to ride the rhythm and desperate to animate the moment with something. Anything really. But your silence clung to the air and it was impossible to dance through.

Still, he kept moving, extending a hand toward you in a theatrical gesture, inviting you to join him. When you didn’t, when you kept your eyes on your plate as though he weren’t even there, the edges of his smile began to twitch.

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t make such a fuss!” he said with a playful grin, pinching your cheek affectionately, hoping the gesture might finally pull your attention his way. “We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

But you didn’t move.

He tried to laugh it off, to keep the party alive. But every second you refused to meet him on the kitchen’s dance floor twisted the knife a little deeper.

“Fine, fine, party pooper…” he muttered, his tone edged with mock indignation, snapping his fingers to cut the music short. 

The silence that followed felt almost accusatory. But then he stepped closer and moved his hands toward your face. He was still clinging to the idea that affection might fix this, that a touch might reset the mood. 

“My sweet little bumblebee,” he cooed, cupping your cheeks between his hands and tilting your face toward him, your mouth still full of pancakes. “Come on, it was a joke. I know you can be fun… every now and then.”

His voice lilted with mockery, trying to ease a laugh out of you, to pull you out of your silence through teasing. But as soon as his hands left your face, you turned away without a word, eyes dropping back to your plate, resuming your quiet focus on breakfast as if nothing had happened.

“Tough crowd today,” he said with a crooked grin, gripping the edges of his dressing gown and straightening it like a stage performer tightening his tie before a punchline. “But lovely anyway!”

He moved slowly behind you, placing his hands on the back of your chair before resting his head lightly on top of yours. A soft kiss followed, but it wasn’t tender. It felt more like a subtle demand for attention, a way to claim a piece of you in the silence that hung between you.

“Sweetie, I get it, I really do! You’re tired. Who wouldn’t be after a night like that, huh?” he said, leaning so close like he didn’t care about your personal space, arms braced on either side of your plate. “Whew, what a show we put on!”

He took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up with a firm but not unkind grip. But his smile had faded, replaced by a thin line that spoke of his disappointment.

“But let’s not start the morning with cold shoulders and sad little silences, alright? This is a breakfast set, not a drama special!” he said, clearly wounded.

“I’m literally here against my will. I think I’m allowed to act however I want…” you replied flatly, not bothering to soften the truth. Not even the subtle sharpening of his fangs or the subtle shift in his form made you flinch. “Well. Clearly not.”

You pressed your fork into the last bite of pancake, raising it slowly to your mouth, your gaze meeting him as he took a step back. The confidence drained from his face. He looked stunned, arms hanging awkwardly at his sides, unsure where to put them and unsure what to say.

“I… have to go,” Tenna said, voice thin and trembling as though he were struggling to hold back tears.

He pulled his hands behind his back, trying to gather himself into something that still resembled confidence. Then, after a beat, he leaned in cautiously, tilting his head and offering his cheek, hovering just close enough for your breath to brush his skin.

“A kiss?” he asked, trying hard to mask the vulnerability beneath.

He could see you weren’t quite getting the hint or maybe you were, but you weren’t ready to give in. And deep down, he didn’t want to believe that. He needed that small gesture to hold himself together.

“Come on, sweetheart. Just one little smooch. MWAH! A small peck. For luck! Just a tiny little one. You wouldn’t want me to go through the day unlucky, would you?”

You stared at him, too stunned by his desperation to even form a response.

“Fine! Have fun in here you… you… YOU!” The words stumbled out of his mouth, the frustration rising, but it was clear he couldn’t quite bring himself to lash out.

Tenna wanted to shout, to throw every insult he could muster at you, but instead, all that came out was a broken sob.

He turned sharply, almost knocking a chair over in his haste, the sound of his footsteps heavy as he rushed out of the kitchen.

Then, with a deafening thud, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving the tension in the air thick and unresolved.

…

“What got you in such a rush you came here in your pajamas?” Mike joked, clearly stunned to see the big, crumpled figure standing in the doorway wasn’t the Tenna he had seen a week ago.

“I… I…” Tenna’s voice caught in his throat. He stared at the floor, breaths coming in shallow waves, hands trembling at his sides. “I can’t take it anymore, Mike. I can’t. I almost… I almost did something, and I—”

Mike stood immediately, voice dropping into something calm to soothe Tenna. “Okay, Tenna. I’m glad you came here, Let’s just sit and—”

“I tried, Mike. I really tried!” Tenna cut him off, his voice cracking with urgency. “I did everything you said. I stayed calm, I was patient, I was kind! But every time they look at me with those broken eyes…”  

His hands shook as he pressed one to his chest, as if to hold himself together.

“It’s like something inside me rips apart. And I don’t know what to do, Mike. I don’t know who I am when they look at me like that. I feel like I’m the villain in their story. Did I do something wrong, Mike? Am I… am I a bad person? Because I feel like…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I feel like I’m a monster. Like I’m the devil himself.”

“I see,” Mike said gently, stepping forward with steady, measured steps. “You’re carrying something heavy, Tenna. I can hear it in your voice and I’m really glad you came to me with it.”

He motioned to the chair beside him, keeping his tone grounded and kind. “Take a seat, alright? Let me get you a glass of water first. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Tenna exhaled shakily and nodded, as if even that took effort. He moved to the chair, clearly too small for his large frame. He waited quietly, watching as Mike poured water into a familiar cup, the one that was always set aside just for him. After all these years, Tenna had come to respect him deeply. Even now, with his nerves frayed and his guilt threatening to boil over, Tenna held it in. 

“Thank you,” Tenna murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Thank you for not shutting the door on me.”

“Shut the door on you?” Mike echoed gently as he offered him the cup.

“I know… it’s stupid. You wouldn’t do that,” Tenna said, shaking his head with a bitter laugh. 

Then he dropped his head, pressing a hand to his face, his screen going dark for a moment. Mike studied him quietly before speaking, carefully thinking about the next question.

“Is there someone you’re afraid would shut the door on you?” he asked softly, but the question sat heavily between them. 

Mike asked as indirectly as he could, but it was clear who he meant. After all, Tenna talked about you constantly and somehow revealed almost nothing.

“Um, well… yes, maybe… I don’t know,” Tenna mumbled, taking a sip from his cup as his other hand absently dragged across his screen. “I’m always talking about them…”

Mike leaned forward slightly, voice still gentle and grounded. “They seem to be a very important presence in your life.” 

Tenna simply nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Are you worried they might leave you?” Mike asked.

“No…” Tenna’s tone shifted to something flat. “They can’t do that…”

Tenna looked at Mike hoping for judgement, but instead, he only found reassurance as he always did.

“Could you talk to me more about that?” Mike asked gently, offering the calmest face he could muster, though he could feel the weight of Tenna’s odd energy pressing into the room. 

Tenna suddenly pulled back. His arms wrapped tightly around his cup, almost protectively, as if it were the only thing anchoring him.

“Ah, um, talk more about what? About the upcoming show?” Tenna’s words were hurried, nearly tripping over themselves, desperate to change the subject. “Well, that’s gonna be a great one, haha! Really good! You know, it starts in a few minutes, maybe I should—”

“Tenna.”

Mike’s voice was firm, cutting through Tenna’s nervous babble. He had seen enough of this kind of behavior to know when someone was desperately trying to dodge a conversation and it wasn’t going to work.

“You know you don’t have to talk about it if you feel uncomfortable…” Mike’s smile softened, though there was a deeper thread of concern running beneath his words. 

He pointed toward Tenna, noting his disheveled appearance: the funky pajamas, the slippers and the dressing gown. 

“But something brought you here. Clearly in a rush. And I just want to listen to you. Maybe we can find a way out through this, okay?”

Tenna took a deep, shaky breath, his fingers absently scratching at the side of his screen, as though buying time. His mind raced, weighing the consequences of speaking openly about you. But then his thoughts flashed to the idea of being abandoned. The thought of losing Mike, his only loyal companion in this increasingly unstable world made the risk of speaking openly unbearable.

“Last week I found an old VHS,” Mike suddenly interjected, shifting the conversation’s focus in a subtle attempt to give Tenna some space. “It was so dusty I couldn’t even remember—”

“I’m scared, Mike.”

Tenna looked up at Mike as if looking for answers.

“I’m so fucking scared,” Tenna muttered, his voice shaking as his fingers twisted and fidgeted with his antennae, a nervous tic that had become his coping mechanism. “And it’s not even about being abandoned anymore. I can’t be loved. Not by them. They hate me. They fucking hate me. I made them hate me.”

Mike leaned forward slightly, his tone calm as he tried to bring Tenna’s more logical side back. “Where do you see this?”

“I know what I saw.” Tenna said, clearly agitated as he clenched his fists around his antennae. “The way they looked at me, Mike. You should’ve seen it. Those eyes… The way they fucking looked at me.” His voice broke slightly, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to continue. 

Mike stayed silent, giving Tenna the space he needed to piece together why he felt hated. Tenna’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as he scrambled to find any reason that wouldn’t reveal the truth.

“We were about to… um…you know,” Tenna trailed off, still oddly flustered when talking about sex despite his age. “After all, we had a very nice night together and… we wanted to try again. I thought everything was okay. But then I noticed… they were tricking me.” 

“So you stopped having sex because you thought they were playing with you?” Mike repeated, though hearing it from him, it sounded more like Tenna had been the one to pull away.

“Well, yes..." Tenna fiddled with his fingers, clearly shy about it. “Said like that, I sound pretty stupid, huh? Really missed my chance to have... a bit of fun.”

They both shared a laugh, the tension easing slightly as the mood lightened.

“Thanks, Mike. Really,” Tenna said softly, genuinely appreciating his care even though his heart still felt heavy.

And just like that, another therapy session came to a close. Mike genuinely thought you liked him. After all, why else would you put up with his quirks and his overbearing attitude? To Mike, it seemed like the only logical conclusion. 

The real reason behind your presence was something that remained locked away. There was no way Tenna could confess the lengths he went to, the manipulation, the control, the slow and careful process through which he ensnared you in his twisted little world. Maybe he wasn’t even aware of it. 

One thing was sure, he wouldn’t risk showing too much of his self to Mike, not when it meant revealing his darkest thoughts. And so, every time a session ended, Tenna left more delusional than before, clutching to the fragile idea that despite everything you might still care. Despite the way things had gotten, despite the tension between you, he could still fantasize about your love. 

The sessions weren’t really about making progress, but they helped Tenna weather the storms and those recurring crises that threatened his life... or someone else’s. And Mike, with his well meaning but utterly unqualified approach, was the closest thing Tenna had to a friend.

…

Tenna stepped back into the studio, already feeling a bit more like himself now that he was dressed in his usual attire. The static in his mind had started to settle, his focus sharpening with renewed purpose. 

Today will be a good day.

He told himself that as he straightened his yellow tie and adjusted the lapels of his shiny red jacket, as if the act alone could give him more confidence. 

Today will be a good day.

He just had to try harder. Be more patient. Give you space when you needed it. Make himself easier to love. Maybe then, you’d speak to him again.

Yes. Today will be a good day after all!

He’d take you out tonight. Candles, soft jazzy music, a nice bottle of wine and maybe some good old fashioned but not less romantic missionary to finish off the night perfectly. That would fix everything, wouldn’t it?

With that fragile optimism cradled in his chest, Tenna pushed open the door, expecting to be greeted by the quiet hum of preparations and the familiar warmth of routine. But just as he was about to close it behind him, something caught his attention.

Just beyond the doorway, near the vending machine, he heard your voice. You were chatting with that weather bastard, Lanino. Why were you here? And more importantly… with him? Again?????

This was supposed to be a good day…

Maybe the words you said were meaningless, but they ignited Tenna’s insecurity in an instant. Then you laughed without any care and that was it. His body tensed, lips tightening as the sound twisted in his chest like a knife. And just like that, he snapped and started walking toward you.

This was going to be a good day and you fucking ruined it!

The sound of his footsteps were loud enough to be heard by you, but you didn’t turn. Lanino, however, recognized those angry footsteps instantly. His calm expression shifted, the smile faltering as his eyes opened just enough to reveal concern.

Tenna came to a halt beside you both, inserting himself between you and Lanino like a physical barrier. His presence was clearly saying that none of this was welcome here. And when his screen went blank, it was obvious he wanted Lanino out before he changed his mind and ripped his ribcage apart.

“What are you doing here?” Tenna asked, voice flat and cold as he lowered his dark screen to meet you at eye level.

You blinked once, as if just now registering his existence. 

“Oh. It’s you,” you said, not bothering to hide the disinterest in your voice. “Hi, Mr. Tenna.”

Tenna’s screen flickered back to color as he processed what you said, revealing a stunned expression that was impossible to hide.

Mr. Tenna? 

The name echoed in his mind like a slap. It was too cold and professional for someone who had buried his cock deep inside you, over and over again until you were swollen and his cum was dripping out of you.

His screen buzzed erratically, like a broken TV struggling to hold a signal.

Just last night, you were moaning my name between my sheets, taking me so well, acting like you really fucking loved me.

But before he could speak, you went on as if he wasn’t even standing there, your attention still fixed on Lanino.

“Good thing things are back to normal,” you said, brushing some leftover chocolate from your fingertips. “I couldn’t stand seeing her all sad on the weather broadcasts.”

You bit off the last piece of your candy bar, chewing slowly. You wanted to keep talking to Lanino, but he chuckled nervously, clearly aware of the tension thickening in the air around him.

Lanino’s eyes darted between the two of you. He wasn’t a fool. He could feel the edges closing in.

“I’m gonna go now, good luck!” he said quickly.

His gaze flicked to you, then back to Tenna, where it lingered just long enough to stir his fear.

“And... bye, Mr. Tenna,” he added hastily, offering the words like a peace offering.

He turned and walked off with efficient strides, too fast to be called casual. And then it was just you again. You and Mr. Tenna.

He stood there, silent for a moment, the white noise of his screen filling the space between you.

“What were you doing with that—”

“Oh, don’t make a fuss about it,” you cut in, already sounding bored. “Not again.”

His mouth pulled back slightly, revealing the tips of those absurdly pointed fangs. Even if there was nothing funny about the way his breathing was growing louder by the second, you kept toying with him.

“Don’t be so jealous now,” you said, nudging his arm playfully. “Elnina and Lanino are back together for another weather broadcast.”

“They’re... together?” he repeated, his voice almost distorted but at the same time he sounded relieved.

“Yes, you heard that right,” you said airily, spinning on your heel like you were already halfway gone. “Oh! Also, I borrowed some clothes from your closet. How did you even know my size? These fit like a glove!” you asked playfully, casting a glance over your shoulder.

“You like it?” Tenna asked, his voice tinged in awe, lost in the way the fabric seemed to hug your body in the right places.

He had bought those clothes for you long ago, imagining how they would look on you, but you looked far better than he had ever pictured. Absolutely stunning. Yet, if only you had known him back then, it wouldn’t have felt so… unsettling.

“They’re not really my style, I’m afraid,” you added, lips curling into a playful mockery. “But they’re somehow perfect for my show.”

You didn’t even look back. Didn’t need to. You could feel him growing behind you. Literally. Even smoke hissed from the corners of his screen, as if the glass itself was burning from the inside. It crept toward you, acrid smoke tickling the edge of your nose. 

“Wh-what? Your... s-show?” he stammered, his voice quickly turning sharp with anger again.

“Yes, everyone agreed,” you replied coolly, smoothing the wrinkles from your outfit like nothing. “I should be going anyway.”

You rose on your toes, leaning just close enough, cheek turned ever so slightly toward him.

“A kiss for luck?”

A twitch ran through Tenna’s body and his screen flashed violently, glitching between distorted color bars and snarling white noise. 

“No, n-no… NO!” Tenna’s voice cracked sharply. “This is supposed to be my show! MY show! It’s time for Mr. (Ant) Tenna’s TV Time, not yours—AAAH!”

Suddenly, you grabbed his tie and yanked him down. The motion silenced him instantly. His feet shifted uneasily, thrown off balance by the force of the motion, hands twitching uselessly at his sides as you pulled him close enough to bring him to eye level.

“What, Mr. Tenna?” you cooed.

Tenna’s mouth parted in shock, trying and failing to form a response. The sharp lines of dominance in your posture made something stir in him, his anger disappearing in an instant as he was back where he belonged.

“You wanted me to wait for you, hmm?” you went on, low and slow, your hand still curled tight in his tie. “Sitting alone in your dusty little house, watching your stupid excuse for a show on that old TV, wiping down the windows while you’re out pretending you’re a star?”

His breathing grew erratic, his frame twitching, but he wasn’t even trying to pull away.

“And then what?” you continued, tilting your head slightly, your grip still tight on his tie. “You come stumbling home with a bucket of roses or fucking poppies, because that’s your twisted idea of romance? Oh, and then we fuck missionary style to finish off the day!”

His voice, when it came, was weak and trembling under the weight of both desire and humiliation. “I... I... What is t-this, sweetheart—?”

“Don’t you sweetheart me!” 

You let your gaze drift downward, noting the prominent bulge straining against Tenna’s pants. A slow, knowing smile curved at your lips as you traced your fingers along the edge of his waistband, feeling the tension in his legs as they wavered, barely able to hold him upright under the weight of the sensation. Tenna’s breath caught in his throat, a tremor running through his body as your fingers lingered near the waistband. 

“You want someone who is always there to suck your cock, hm?” you murmured, your hand trailing lower and deliberately slow, just to feel the tautness of his clothed erection under your touch.

“Ngghgh... wait, aaah!... That’s not what I—” Tenna stammered, his breath catching as his color bar blush intensified. 

“What is it then, Mr. Tenna?” You pulled him closer, your lips hovering just above his, so close that his shaky breath mingled with yours. “I thought you wanted an obedient pet. One who’s always ready to do what you want and be used.”

“My love…” His head darted nervously from side to side, his body trembling with a mixture of restraint and desire. “Anyone could hear you…”

“Or see you like this…” you whispered, your hand closing firmly around the bulge straining beneath his pants. He lifted slightly with the motion, a sharp breath escaping him, as if wrestling for control.

He looked down at your hand, his throat tightening as he swallowed hard, the pressure building within him. As always, Tenna was barely holding onto control after just a hint of teasing.

“Please, d-dear… my sweetest,” he breathed, his voice low and thick with desperation. “Come to my private room. Right now. We can be as loud as we please there.” 

He closed the distance between you, his fingers brushing your hand away from his tie with a slow movement that hinted he wanted to be back in charge.

“Ah-ah, Mr. Tenna…” You smirked, a teasing note passing through your voice as you pressed your palm against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. 

You held your ground, your gaze sharp and unyielding, your lips curling into a challenge, as if daring him to push further. 

“You really think I’d abandon my show… for just a taste of you?”

“Come here, you… you…” Tenna growled, his breath ragged as his hands gripped your arms and pushed you against the wall, the heat of his body seeping into you.

He pressed himself against you, his lips crashing into yours in a desperate attempt to end the teasing. And for a moment, you let yourself give in, relishing the taste of his lips once again and the sight of him all desperate for you, rubbing his hard cock against you as if nothing else mattered. Not that it mattered to him at least, considering you were in the middle of the main hall, where anyone could walk in to get something from the vending machine and catch you both in the act.

"Woah, there!” you laughed, tilting your face just out of reach, though the tension between you both hung in the air. “Weren’t you the one who was worried about being heard?”

Tenna’s body shifted, trying to keep his composure, fighting against the rush of desire that threatened to overwhelm him.

“I… I d-don’t know anymore,” he gasped, tugging at his belt as if it would help him think more clearly. “You really enjoy playing with me in every fucking way, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Maybe…” you purred, fluttering your lashes just enough to make his breath catch. “But I’ve always had a weakness for rewarding a good boy. Especially when he knows exactly how to behave.” 

“Oh, um… I… am I? W-was I?” he stammered, his voice catching as he fumbled with his collar, unsure whether he was nervous or just a little too eager to hear your answer.

“Keep acting like this, Mr. Tenna…” you murmured, letting a finger glide slowly along his tie, as if offering a subtle promise and a hint of what was coming. “…and I might just give you something far better than a kiss on the cheek before we clock in for today’s program.”

Tenna stood there, caught in the tension of the moment, torn between his desires and the restraint he wasn’t sure he wanted to maintain. He could already feel the pull of his fantasy, his cock throbbing at the mere thought of taking you to his private studio, bending you over his mirror table and watching your reflection moan his name as he claimed you. 

But just as quickly, the thought of silencing that urge and being the good boy you seemed to want made him hesitate. The silence stretched, and he wondered if staying still and holding back would somehow bring him closer to what he truly craved.

He had to admit that there was an undeniable pleasure rooted in him in the control you held over him. And if the way to keep you content was to surrender, to give himself over completely to your desires, then so be it. As long as you stayed close and continued to feed that insatiable hunger for your attention, he would gladly be yours. Your attention starved pet. Willing, waiting and entirely at your feet.

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What are you ordering ?

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ERM THIS TOOK A BIT TOO LONG

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hm yes i like this character. now shoot him 5 times in a parking lot.

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Mr. Tenna x GN! Reader | Static Hearts Part 7

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Summary: It’s official now. You and Tenna are dating!

Warnings: +18, big dick (that’s a warning, yeah), Tenna being Tenna, references to suicide, yandere man.

Notes: Chapter 7 already... This man has got me obsessed.

Word count: 4,7 K

It wasn’t a fucking joke.

Tenna was serious. Terrifyingly, obsessively, let’s-write-our-names-in-blood serious. More serious than he’d ever been about anything in his life.

He said it. Out loud. In public. Loud and clear. Grinning like a madman on live television, arm wrapped tight around you.

“We’re together!” 

But it sounded less like a love confession and more like a declaration of war.

And now?

Everyone in the whole fucking Dark World knows.

…

“WE’RE TOGETHER!”: TENNA’S LIVE MELTDOWN MASKED AS A RELATIONSHIP ANNOUNCEMENT

That’s right. Tenna, who’s graced our screens for decades (yes, that Tenna) is back in headlines but not for a ratings spike. Ha!

The semi-retired star, best known for quiz shows that only your grandma still watches and cooking segments that make even microwave meals look exciting has declared: 

“Single life? Out. Being in love? In.”

We’re still trying to figure out who asked…

Tenna has been locking eyes (though let’s be real, he doesn’t have any!) with a not so known but suddenly everywhere on-air personality who’s managed to steal both the spotlight and Tenna’s robotic heart.

The rumors started during a late night special, where the two couldn’t stop exchanging flirty banter, whispering inside jokes, and building the kind of on-air tension so thick it should’ve come with a PG-18 warning.

Viewers (all 7 of them) couldn’t help but notice. Yes, he’s apparently glowing now, though some say that’s just his TV head overheating.

Tenna’s life hasn’t exactly been a fairytale. Two divorces, the slow fading out of traditional TV, and let’s not forget about the ever expanding list of industry rivals and critics who mysteriously disappear. 

Somehow, this new connection seems to be rebooting him. Crew members say he’s humming in the hallways again. Friends are saying… oh wait he doesn’t have any. And industry insiders? They’re saying they haven’t seen him this emotionally stable since TV guide was still a thing.

The big question is: can this so-called star survive Tenna’s cringeworthy punchlines or will they be the next to get a taste of his explosive temper? Just like his employees!

One thing’s certain… Even if no one’s watching the shows anymore, everyone is dying to see this trainwreck of a love story unfold.

…

So it’s official now.

Hm. Interesting.

You thought you wanted this. You really thought being Tenna’s lover was what you needed. Ugh. Had lust completely taken over your mind?

“Oh, people are just mean sometimes…” Tenna said, trying to sound unaffected by the newest gossip magazine. “Good thing is we’re on the cover.”

If he had been alone, he might have started tearing apart his bedroom in a fit of frustration, hurling things across the room, calling Mike to drown out the gnawing thoughts that urged him to throw himself out of the window.

But not now. Not after the chaotic and desperate way you’d clung to each other. It was surprising how hours blurred together in a collision of moans and skin, until your bodies were slick with sweat and your lungs begged for air. 

That same wild energy that once threatened to unmake him now left you both breathless, tangled in the aftermath. You were curled up in his arms, your naked body pressed against his, the warmth of your touch grounding more than anything ever could. Nothing else mattered, no dark thoughts, no past mistakes, no fear of the future. Just you.

You watched as he rummaged through the nearby drawer, finally pulling out a pair of scissors far too small for hands like his. He stuck his tongue out and began cutting with ridiculous focus, carefully avoiding cutting your head in the photo like it was some delicate operation.

“Look how pretty you look, sweetheart!” he said, holding up the poorly cropped photo from the tasteless tabloid.

“Not my best shot, but hey… it’s a gossip magazine. Can’t expect much,” you muttered, watching as he gently traced a finger across your face in the photo.

Tenna froze once he processed what you said, then turned sharply in his pillow.

“What are you saying?” His voice cracked slightly, trembling under the weight of something deeper than offense.

He gripped your shoulder tightly, like he needed you to feel what he felt. His other hand held the photo so close to your face you could almost smell the paper.

“This!... This photo is everything to me. Look at you.” His breath hitched, as if even speaking the words made his chest tighten. “You look like something I don’t even have words for…”

He slowly moved the photo away from your face and brought it closer to his own, his expression softening. His thumb brushed lightly over the image, eyes fixed on that candid shot of the two of you chatting on a late night show, laughing, leaning close, like no one else in the world existed.

“Hey,” you said gently, nudging his arm and slipping the photo from his hands. “You know you don’t need a photo when you’ve got the real thing right here…”

You moved over him with ease, straddling him as you reached toward the nightstand. Tenna’s hands didn’t waste the opportunity and he gave your ass a slow and appreciative squeeze, fingers pressing hard enough to make you shiver.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about...” he murmured, his voice dropping low in a seductive way, his smile curling into something devilishly confident. “Why settle for a picture when I’ve got the whole damn show right here?”

You shot him a teasing look over your shoulder, your body already warming with the anticipation and his low, knowing laugh confirmed he knew exactly where this was going.

“You sure you can handle another round?” he teased, though his smile twitched with uncertainty as he leaned in, almost as if he was asking himself the same question.

But just as you reached to slide the drawer shut and brace yourself for the warmth of his erection already pressing into your backside, your hand stilled and your eyes fell inside.

A chaos waited there, random at first glance. However, the longer you looked, the clearer it became. This wasn’t just a junk drawer. It was a shrine.

Scraps of paper with your name and his scribbled over and over with hearts all around it, as if the very act of writing it could make you stay. 

A napkin from a fancy café you’d visited weeks ago with him, its corners creased and stained, a forgotten lovely moment now turned strange. 

A crumpled post-it note with your handwriting, one you’d left for him days ago. It said “Back in 5 ;)” but reading it now, it felt wrong.

And tucked in the corner, several VHS tapes, each labeled with stickers though the handwriting was messy, almost impossible to read.

You should have been scared. This man had a really creepy side and he didn’t even care to hide it. But there was a reason as to why you didn’t run for your life. Somehow, you felt a pull toward something in the drawer.

Your eyes were drawn to a strange object nestled among the altar of obsession. It was a capsule toy, half orange, half translucent. It seemed so out of place, absurd even amid the carefully arranged objects of devotion. 

That thing inside seemed to be alive and it was calling to you. You couldn’t quite explain it, but your hand moved as if it belonged to someone else, reaching for the capsule as though something inside it had once been part of you.

“Hey, t-that’s quite private, actually…” Tenna’s voice broke through, suddenly too alert, like he wasn’t expecting you to get that close.

Without waiting for your reaction, he leaned over and slammed the drawer shut, cutting off the pull you felt. There was something almost unnatural about the force he used to shut it, heightening your suspicion about what he was trying to hide.

“I like you. A lot,” he said with a forced nonchalance, his tone light, but his posture was tense, his hand still resting against the nightstand. “Sue me, sweetheart.”

And suddenly, Tenna’s soft laughter wasn’t as harmless as it had seemed before. He was really nervous, as if you had seen something you weren’t ever meant to. 

What is that thing, Tenna?

“It’s fine, I won’t sue you. You’ve already got enough problems,” you said smoothly, letting a little smile curl at the edge of your lips, as if you hadn’t just seen something that should’ve sent you running. “Besides… can’t really blame you for going a little crazy over me.”

Tenna laughed, but the sound didn’t quite match how he was feeling. His posture was still rigid, like he wanted you out of this room before you asked too many questions. But what gave him away wasn’t the laugh or the silence that followed, it was his hand, still resting on the nightstand like a reflex. 

I’m not going to jump, Tenna. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that in front of you.

You tilted your head, eyes drifting over him with curiosity, already mapping out exactly how to melt the tension from his body.

“Actually… I think it’s kind of cute,” you said, your voice dipping into a teasing softness, coaxing him back into ease and into you.

Still straddling him, you shifted your hips forward and back in a slow, almost lazy rhythm, just enough to draw his focus away from whatever shadows were still clinging to his thoughts.

And you smiled, because he didn’t even realize you were already disarming him.

It was almost too easy. So easy in fact, it barely felt satisfying.

The way his breath caught like he was barely holding himself together. The way his fingers finally slid from the nightstand, abandoning the need to guard whatever was hidden inside. Instead, his hands found your hips, gripping with a kind of desperate insistence, as if his body had chosen for him.

You let your hand drift slowly down the center of his chest panels, your touch softening to distract him further. You still needed his mind somewhere else. Even though you had him all hard beneath you, his guard wasn’t fully down. Not yet.

“I mean, I can’t judge you,” you added, smirking now as the perfect lie came to your mind. “I’ve got one of those love shrines too.”

Tenna’s mouth fell open in cartoonish disbelief, like he wasn’t sure if you were serious or worse… if you were actually just like him.

“R-Really?” he asked, his hands tightening around your hips, holding you there like he needed to make sure you weren’t just teasing him.

“Mm-hmm…” You nodded, watching as his wary surprise softened into something more open and trusting. “Remember that coffee we had before our first kiss?”

“Yes, how could I forget?” he said, completely invested.

“Well…” You leaned closer, letting your words fall like a secret between the two of you. “I kept the straw from your cup.”

You really prayed he wouldn’t remember that he’d thrown the cups away himself. But judging by the way Tenna let out a stunned little laugh that quickly dissolved into a shaky breath, he was too far gone to question the details. Too turned on by the idea of you being just as obsessive and unhinged like he was. He exhaled like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, his body shifting against you almost mindlessly. You could feel the change in the air around him, the way something in him unraveled, just a little.

Without another word, he pushed you away, pinning you to the bed with more force than the moment seemed to call for. It wasn’t exactly violent but there was urgency in his touch.

He hovered over you quickly, his screen casting an intense glow as his expression twisted with hunger for you. You looked down, trying not to react to his size, but it was difficult to ignore just how imposing he felt when he was hard, like every inch of him was designed to overwhelm you.

“I didn’t think you had that kind of naughty in you…” he murmured, his voice lowering as he caught the way your eyes lingered on his hard cock. He tilted your chin up gently, guiding your gaze to meet his face, now burning with desire. “But I must admit… I’m entirely captivated, sweetheart.”

“Can’t help the nasty thoughts that run through my head every time I see you,” you said, each word dripping with intent. 

You breathed deeply, already hoping that your plan would go accordingly. And as he looked at you with something between wonder and obsession, you smiled, because you had just turned the game in your favor.

Slowly, you lifted your legs and draped them over his shoulders, making the color bar blush on his screen flicker into a wild pattern. 

“My love,” he said, voice low and aching as he turned his head to press a tender kiss to your ankle, his hand trailing slowly along your leg. “What is it you do to me, that I’m always falling harder than the last time? I mean it. You drive me out of my mind. Every. Damn. Time.”

He leaned in closer, crowding into your space. Your legs stretched a bit awkwardly from his nearness, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, and simply didn’t care. He just wanted to be close to you. To keep you there, in his orbit, where you couldn’t slip away.

“I’m going to make love to you so sweet, you’ll be calling my name like it’s the only thing you remember,” he murmured, his voice rich with desire.

His hand moved down instinctively, pulling his cock closer to you. But as he pressed in, your body tensed at the contact, a shiver of discomfort passing through you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked quickly, panic threading through the words as he fumbled for the right thing to say. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t want to hurt you. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

His hand brushed your cheek with nervous tenderness, but he immediately pulled it back, uncertain where to touch you or if he should touch you at all.

“Maybe… maybe we should just... stop, huh? After all the... well, you know, the whole night of... this,” he laughed nervously, the sound a bit shaky and forced. “I think I’ve done enough damage here, sweetheart.”

The vulnerability in his voice was unmistakable, a soft ache lingering behind the question, as though he couldn’t bear to hurt you, not even by mistake.

“And I’m completely fine with cuddling or, uh… doing other stuff!” he added quickly, his voice turning a little sheepish as his grin faltered, clearly trying to keep things light.

“No,” you said firmly, your body betraying the frustration you were trying to mask. “Just… get the lube.”

“A-Are you sure?” he stammered, completely taken aback by your directness, his brow furrowing in surprise.

You nodded, and as he moved to open the drawer, he turned to you with an eyebrow slightly raised, as if still uncertain you wanted this. When his back was to you, his hands trembled ever so slightly, betraying the tension he was trying to conceal. In that brief moment, you felt the pull again. It was the same sensation from earlier, the same subtle but undeniable call. But before you could act on it, he closed the drawer.

“Tenna, please, hurry. I need you,” you urged, your leg brushing gently against his bare back as if to provoke him, to make him move faster. 

That was really your plan, letting yourself be used by him and playing your part in his game. Moaning, screaming his name, all to push him to the edge. Maybe even touch his antennae to get him off easily. Once he was done, he’d go off to clean himself, giving you just enough time to act and see what the hell was going on in that drawer.

“You do?” he asked, his back still turned to you, his voice dropping lower.

He slowly stood from the bed, avoiding your gaze as he casually pulled on a pair of funky, colorful pajama pants, clearly not in a rush.

Without looking at you, he rummaged through his closet with deliberate movements, pulling out a red dressing gown.

Each action seemed too calm, almost as if he knew something you hadn’t figured out yet. And there you were, still naked and confused by the sudden change in his demeanor. 

“I’ll be in the kitchen, waiting for you for breakfast,” he said, turning towards you with a casual grin, though his lips twitched slightly, as if he was trying to mask the shift in his mood.

He paused at the doorframe before leaving, one hand resting on the door handle and the other clutching his dressing gown closed over his chest plates.

“But if you really want to open that drawer,” he added, his voice dropping lower, the tone now laced with something darker, almost like a dare. “Go ahead. See where that gets you.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, you were left exactly where you wanted to be. Alone with the chance to explore. To finally see what was hidden in that drawer. But as your hand hovered over the handle, doubt crept in. Was it really worth it? Would Tenna hear you rummaging through his forbidden stash?

No. You couldn’t back down now. This was your shot. The closest you’d been to getting real answers, to finally confronting the things that had been weighing on your mind. You weren’t going to let him threaten you again.

As you threw open the drawer, your heart raced, panic flooding your chest. Your hands trembled as you yanked at the scattered items, each one slipping through your fingers. You didn’t care what else was in there, just that stupid capsule toy. Your fingers brushed against VHS tapes, a gross feeling crawling up your spine as you pushed them aside.

Where is it?

The capsule had to be in here, but the longer you searched, the more suffocating the silence became. Each tape you moved only seemed to add to the fear, the unfamiliar weight of them heightening your anxiety.

“You want to see those?” Tenna’s voice cut through your frantic search, his tone laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

You froze, turning to him. He stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but something about his presence sent a chill down your spine. 

He played with the belt of his dressing gown like nothing had happened, fingers looping it lazily as he started walking toward you. Your heart pounded faster with every inch he closed, his calmness only making your panic worse.

“Ohhh, you weren’t just rummaging for nostalgia… You were treasure hunting!” he said, drawing out the words like a punchline. “Yeah… can’t let you do that, sweetie.”

His words lingered in the air as he settled beside you, his presence crawling under your skin. And when his hand landed on your thigh, you didn’t need him to say another word. You already knew you were completely and undeniably fucked.

“Look,” he said, his voice unnervingly soft as he pulled one of the VHS tapes from the drawer. “This one’s one of my favorites!”

He handed it to you, his smile never wavering as you read the label.

“It’s from our first quiz show…” he began, his tone far too casual, “...you were so confused back then. Didn’t have a clue what was going on. And all your answers? Adorable! Like you had a little crush on me, hmmm?”

You could feel the weight of his words and they didn’t feel innocent. They felt like a subtle reminder of how much he’d been watching, how much he knew about you.

“What I’d give to go back then… to the beginning. Before you wanted to leave me…”

I wanted to leave back then too, Tenna.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice smooth as his hand trailed upward. “What do I have to do to make you feel right at home here, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer. Didn’t want to tell some words that would just fall flat.

“Do I need to turn it up a notch, huh? Get a little rougher? Play the sad, angry guy?” he asked, his voice smooth yet laced with something darker. His grip tightened as his hand moved up your chest, the touch oddly detached from the fact you were still naked. “Is that what you’re looking for, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer. You simply curled in on yourself, knees drawn tight to your chest, your face buried between your legs as if it could shield you from the overwhelming exposure. Not just nakedness, but your true intentions laid bare for him to see.

A sob escaped before you could stop it, the weight of everything choking you. You didn’t know how you were ever going to leave this place. And the thought of being bound to this TV freak for what felt like eternity… 

No…

Tenna froze for a moment, caught between guilt and concern. He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t try to fix it. Instead, he placed a hand gently on your back, his fingers massaging softly, as if trying to soothe the pain he had caused.

The silence between you stretched, until eventually, you lifted your head hesitantly until your eyes met his screen, now filled with genuine worry. But as soon as he saw your face, his face brightened. That spark of hope was visible in the way he smiled, like he thought things might turn out okay after all.

But then, your voice shattered the silence.

“I just want to go back…”

The light in his expression dimmed. And for a moment, neither of you said anything. The truth sat between you, louder than any scream.

Now that you’d been so close to the truth, you couldn’t help but think about going home. About leaving this whole bizarre chapter behind. At least it would give the gossip magazines something to talk about you for once, something besides their usual hobby of dragging Tenna through the mud.

“No.”

The word came out sharp, cutting through the silence like shattered glass.

“What, Te—” You flinched as his hand reached for yours and gripped it tightly.

“No!” he snapped, louder this time, his voice cracking at the edges, already fraying with panic.

You sat up straighter, startled, your heart beginning to pound.

“I want to go, I’m sorry…” you said carefully, trying to ground your voice, to keep the emotion from shaking it apart. “I don’t belong here.”

“I said no!” he shouted, and this time he stood abruptly.

His shadow seemed to stretch with him, filling the room in a way that made the walls feel smaller. His body expanded, towering over you, his form becoming more monstrous with each passing second. His brows burned with fury, and as he opened his mouth, sharp fangs glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. The air crackled with a terrifying static sound, and there was a flash in his face, not anger exactly, but something worse. Desperation. The kind that doesn’t care who it breaks to keep what it wants.

Your breath caught and you swore you could already see yourself dead, but instead of savagely mauling you apart with those pointy fangs, he curled over you, wrapping you in a fierce and trembling embrace, as if terrified you might slip away.

“Don’t say that… You belong here with me,” he whispered, his voice softer now, quivering on the edge of tears. “You always have!”

He cradled your face, desperate to draw a smile from between his hands, but your expression stayed frozen and unreadable. So he pressed his thumb gently against the corner of your lips, trying to force a hint of happiness where there was none.

“Please, my love,” he murmured, pressing his face against yours, blocking out everything else for a moment. “Tell me what you need. Anything, you hear me? Anything to see you smile again,” he said, voice rising sharply into your ear, loud enough to make you flinch.

He was truly desperate, willing to do anything just to keep you by his side. But even through that desperation, he clung to the hope that it wouldn’t have to be forced. Though, by now, you both knew you didn’t really have a choice.

“You know what I want, Tenna…” you said coldly, unmoved by how frantic he was becoming.

“Listen!” He leaned back just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his face again, trying to pull off that charm with exaggerated expressions and theatrical gestures. “I know… I know I’m not the best… But I’m trying here, sweetheart. I’m trying my darnedest to make this right! Just for you! For us!”

His voice cracked. He was crying. You could hear it in every word and in the trembling rasp of his breath, even if there were no tears on his screen.

“You used to see me almost every day. You made me feel so special.” His voice dropped as he finally moved away, sitting beside you. “I remember the first time you laid eyes on me… though maybe you don’t. Because… heh…” he let out a shaky breath, “...you didn’t even know me back then.”

He pressed his hands against his screen, partially hiding his face from view.

“And I loved the way you looked at me. The way I made you laugh. The way you’d almost come running after work, just to watch me…” His voice faltered, a deep sigh dragging his words into unevenness.

“I don’t think I’m getting you…” you said, confusion creeping into your voice. You had no idea why he was speaking as if he’d known you for a lifetime.

“You don’t have to…” he said quietly, looking at you as he gently took your hand, pressing it close to the smooth surface of his screen. “What matters is that you’re here…with me, sweetie. And w-we can be closer than we’ve ever been.”

You blinked, still not understanding. None of it made sense.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice cracking as if each word physically hurt. “You don’t even know how hard it was, love. Watching you lose interest in me... slowly… like I was fading out of your world.”

He turned his head away, as if even facing you made the pain worse.

“I know I’m irrelevant. I’m junk. And maybe you don’t want me… not the way you used to or the way I want you… but…” His voice began to stammer, barely holding itself together. “But I didn’t have another choice. I didn’t know what else to do. I just... couldn’t lose you. And... and... I didn’t want to be thrown away. Not by you… no… If y-you did that, I… I wouldn’t know how to go on…”

“How would I do that?” you asked, partly to reassure him, partly because you genuinely wanted to know how to do it, how to throw him away.

He looked at you, a faint smile curling at the edges of his screen as if your words had sparked something deep inside him.

“You get it, right? As long as we’re here together in this world… we can make it work. I don’t have to be alone!” 

His hands gripped your arms suddenly, much firmer than before, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessiveness that sent a chill down your spine.

“And I can show you why you don’t have to throw me away, sweetheart. I’ll prove it to you. Just you see, I can still be fun!” His smile twitched as he clung to you, his grip tightening with each word, desperate for you to believe him.

He stood up with a dramatic sweep, his sorrow vanishing almost instantly, as if your one small question had been enough to ignite a spark of hope or… delusion.

Yeah. That sounds more like it.

If he hadn’t already made you feel trapped in this suffocating world, he was sure as hell finding new ways to tighten the noose. Now, on top of it all, you felt guilty too. Hurray!

But hey, it’s not like you could leave. Not that he’d ever let you, even if you tried. He didn’t just want you here. He needed you here. All to himself. No one else, just him. 

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His first email <3

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Mr. Tenna x GN! Reader | Static Hearts Part 6

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Summary: Tenna has prepared a special game just for the two of you.

Warnings: +18, penetration, bondage, semi-public sex, dom Tenna, slight power play, reader’s genitalia are not specified, Tenna is a pathetic yandere jealous man, dubious consent.

Notes: Saliva might not be the ideal substitute for water based lube, but apparently... sex shops don’t exist in my fanfics.

Word count: 4K (more or less)

“Ladies…”

“...present to you…”

“...today’s show…”

The words bled into each other, distant and distorted, like a radio stuck between stations. Your head throbbed with something similar to a familiar ache, the kind that follows a long night of partying and one drink too many.

“Don’t worry!”

That voice. It was familiar. Too familiar. Cheerful, bright and utterly charismatic.

“They’re perfectly fine… It’s all part of tonight’s show!”

Your eyelids fluttered open, but light stabbed through your vision like knives. Everything shimmered, as if you’d spent days in darkness and had just stumbled into the sun. You blinked hard, trying to make sense of the shapes. Where were you?

“They’ll be awake any time soon!”

A glowing red light blinked on its side like a mechanical heartbeat, aimed squarely at your face. A camera? 

You shifted, instinctively trying to move. Only then did you feel it. Something hard pressed against your chest. You glanced down. A podium. You were bent over it.

“The ropes are for security reasons!”

You noticed your arms were tied up behind your back. You struggled again, twisting your wrists, but the restraints bit in snug and tight. They were not painful. Just tight enough to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere. Not until someone let you.

You tested your legs. They weren’t restrained. For a moment, you thought maybe you could still move, still walk away. Until you pushed yourself up and a large hand shoved firmly between your shoulder blades, forcing you back down.

“You’re finally awake!” 

The voice came again, this time right beside your ear.

Your eyes flew open fully.

Tenna.

You twisted your head as far as you could, trying to see him. He was right behind you, impossibly close and his form was larger now, somehow broader than you had seen before. You couldn’t quite see his face, but there was a screen right behind him that flashed an animated sparkly text.

“Round… one… ready?” you read aloud slowly, the words catching on your tongue. 

“That’s right!” Tenna beamed, his palm still pressing firmly between your shoulder blades. “You’re just in time for tonight’s very special episode!”

A wave of applause roared from somewhere, but when you looked toward the sound, the audience was empty. Only a camera remained which hovered nearby, capturing the perfect shot of the two of you. 

“Tenna, what is this?” you asked, your voice tight with nerves. You didn’t move, even though his hand was no longer holding you down.

He tilted his head slightly, just enough for you to see the glow of his screen and the eerie smile painted on it.

“Oh, don’t be so nervous, darling,” he said in an almost loving way. “This round is all about compatibility. I thought we could finally get a little honest with each other.”

Slowly, he leaned over you. His weight pressed against your back, not enough to hurt, but enough to trap you in place and to remind you who was in control this time.

“Ready to play?” he murmured, propping an elbow casually on the smooth podium just inches from your face.

You lifted your gaze. He was holding a stack of cue cards, humming happily to himself as he flipped through them like this was any other game night.

“Ready, sweetheart?” he repeated, almost sweetly, pressing himself closer against you. 

At first, you hesitated, unsure how you even ended up here or why you were tied. But when his hand drifted down your waist, a shiver ran through you. You gave him an exaggerated nod, drawn to him without question. You didn’t care if this was strange. You needed him. Every inch of your skin craved him. You didn’t care how it happened, you just needed to be touched after months of starvation in this odd place.

“Such a good contestant we have here tonight, folks!” he cooed, his voice smooth and theatrical, though it was just the two of you.

Tenna shifted against you, the motion slow and erotic, pressing his body to yours with a boldness that made your heart stutter. Was he already hard?

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your pants. Just enough to remind you how easily he could undo you, how close his hand was to something private. It was a calculated invasion of space. Nothing more for now. Not until you gave him the right answers.

“And remember…” he said with a smile in his voice, “...if you answer wrong…” He let the silence hang, just long enough for it to settle in your chest, “I might have to punish you.”

He let out a low mischievous chuckle and somehow, it only made you crave him more. He must have been savoring it. This moment, this control over you. The way your breath hitched everytime he pressed his hips forward. The way your body reacted despite yourself. He could feel it and he reveled in it. 

Pathetic…

You were already on your knees for him and he knew it. Ugh, he knew exactly how to make you grind your teeth in frustration, how to twist you up with longing until it hurt. He knew how to make you desperate. And starving you like this? Keeping you right on the edge for months? He must have planned this all... or not?

Tenna flipped to the first cue card, holding it closer to his screen face. Then, with a sudden grin, he tossed all the cards into the air. He didn’t need them at all, he already knew exactly what he wanted to ask you.

“Let’s start easy,” he said cheerfully as he leaned in, his voice warm and comforting against your ear, yet his words were laced with venom. “Why were you laughing with Lanino near the vending machines yesterday?”

Your stomach dropped, but the surge of emotions were abruptly interrupted as Tenna tore down your pants and underwear in one swift and forceful motion. The cold air of the studio hit your skin like a slap, leaving you exposed and slightly embarrassed at the thought of being filmed. 

“Was he telling you jokes?” he continued, his hand travelling down the curve of your body to reveal more skin. “Or were you just… happy to see him?”

His screen was closer to you now, his hand holding your chin tightly so you would look at him. He was searching for something beneath the surface. A glimpse of truth, guilt, a flinch, anything.

“Question two,” he sang sweetly, your eyes not daring to look away from his flickering screen. “Would you ever kiss someone else if I wasn’t looking?”

His smile widened, as if he was too pleased. You didn’t understand why until you heard it. The soft clink of metal as his fingers unfastened the belt, the leather slipping loose with a slow hiss. The button popped a second later and then came the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down.

He didn’t say a word. Just stood there, watching your every reaction while the sound lingered in the thick silence like a threat. 

“And don’t lie,” he added, his voice carrying a note of danger that made it clear this was a warning, not a request. “You’re not as good of a liar as you think you are.”

He’d noticed it. The way your hips shifted, almost involuntarily. The way your body betrayed you, like instinct had taken over. You really were hopeless, just the slightest pressure and you were completely at his mercy. Tenna chuckled in response, with a knowing sound that sent a chill down your spine.

His hand slipped away from your chin, slowly and deliberately, trailing down until it disappeared from view. You couldn’t see where it went, but you could guess. And that guess twisted something deep in your gut, not dread but want.

“Question three,” Tenna continued, voice calm but cutting, his attention fixed on you as if the answer might break something in him. He was deliberately ignoring the heat in your body in favor of something he needed more: answers. “Do you want someone else to touch you, or are you just trying to hurt me?”

The silence that followed was heavy and pressed thick against your chest.

“Tick-tock, sweetheart,” he whispered, his throbbing erection brushing lightly against your entrance with each subtle twitch. “Your turn to answer.”

“Tenna…” you gasped, your voice caught somewhere between panic and pleading, or maybe want. 

You weren’t sure what game he was playing anymore, whether it was about testing your loyalty or if he just needed an excuse to fuck you. All you knew was that you knew exactly how you wanted this to end.

Without thinking further about how his smile tugged at just one corner of his lips as he waited for an answer, your legs shifted, parting slightly to give him more room. It was a silent offering of your body, a clear response to his needs or maybe it was really just your own. Either way, the truth was about to be revealed.

“You know I love you…” you whispered, your voice dropping low in a way you knew he liked. 

The words tumbled out before you could second-guess them. They were part truth, part survival. You couldn’t tell which one of them felt more real.

“Only you.”

Tenna raised a hand to the side of his screen, tilting it thoughtfully, as if genuinely weighing the truth behind your words. For a moment, he was silent, calculating the sincerity in your voice.

Then, his attention drifted downward. You were already like this for him: open, waiting, trembling for his touch. A perfect picture of surrender to him, born from long months of unsatisfied yearning and aching need.

Whatever illusion of restraint he’d been pretending to hold onto dissolved in an instant. The quiet calculation vanished from his face, replaced by something raw and possessive. The way you trembled, the way you offered yourself so easily to him, it unraveled him. He couldn’t contain himself anymore. 

Every breath, every flinch, every trembling muscle screamed the truth he’d always wanted to believe. You were his. Utterly, helplessly, his. And he reveled in the thought that as long as he had you like this, you were bound to do anything he desired. But still, he needed to hear it in words.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he braced both hands on either side of the podium, caging you in. “Tell me you love me.”

The words weren’t a plea, they were a demand, threaded with something volatile. A barely contained storm holding itself by a thin thread. If you didn’t satisfy him, not just his lust in that moment, but his deeper need to know you were truly his, that he wasn’t alone, that thread would snap. 

“I need to hear it,” he admitted, his breath trembling against your ear, as if he were fighting the urge to make you say it by force. “Say it… and maybe I’ll be gentle.”

“I love you,” you whispered, hoping the ache would soon be calmed.

“Yes,” Tenna growled, pulling his head back as if your words alone were enough to drive him wild. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear…”

In response to your compliance, Tenna shifted slightly, his hand moving away from the podium to press his cock against you. He didn’t rush. He was testing you, watching for the smallest shift in your body. Measuring every breath, every moan and every instinctive flinch against his size. Watching to see if you’d recoil or surrender completely.

“More,” he demanded, voice strained, struggling to push deeper, his size overwhelming you. “Say it. I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you,” you gasped, your body reacting as he struggled to press some inches in.

His pale throbbing cock slipped away every time, the control he tried to maintain unraveling with each attempt.

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he said, his voice smooth but strained, the usual playfulness replaced by an edge of concern. “I need you to stay still... please.”

There was a flicker of doubt behind his tone, a crack in his confidence. Like he was worried that he wasn’t enough. That he couldn’t give you what he thought you needed. 

But you knew it wasn’t your fault. Your anatomy and his simply weren’t made to fit perfectly. Especially when intense emotions like arousal hit him, his form grew bigger in every way, stretching past what you were used to. 

You didn’t care as much as Tenna did. In fact, you found yourself enjoying his struggle, the way he hesitated, testing your limits, playing with your entrance, his movements carrying a mix of frustration and growing desire... It was almost like a game, and you were savoring every moment of it. 

You almost had to hold back a laugh wondering how long it had been since he last had sex. Even though you knew it was more of an anatomy issue, it was hard not to find it funny, watching him struggle, trying so many different positions, desperately using whatever he could to adjust, just to make it work. His tongue was nearly dry from how much saliva he was using. Ugh, if only he had brought some lube…

His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line as he focused, clearly stuck in a loop, trying the same technique over and over without success. The playful confidence he usually wore on stage was gone, replaced by pure frustration. A low groan escaped him as he fought to push deeper, unable to fully enter. 

“Maybe if you shrink just a little?” you proposed, your face tilting, eyes searching his face for any sign of vulnerability.

You knew he couldn’t shrink back. Not in this state. But saying it gave you a small sense of control, a reminder of who was really in charge when it came to sex.

“I’ve got this,” he gritted his teeth, fighting to keep control as he caught the teasing look in your eyes. “Just… give me a fucking moment, sweetheart.”

You laughed, and that was it. He snapped, frustration flashing across his face as things didn’t go as planned, but that was exactly what he needed to get what he wanted.

He stood up for a moment, stepping away from the podium to give himself more room. His hands were now free, and you could feel the weight of his focus shift entirely onto you, and more specifically, your exposed skin. He adjusted his grip, holding you in place, pressing your cheeks apart to have more access to you. His actions were calculated, deliberate, and unsettling in their certainty.

“Yes, please, Tenna,” you begged, almost embarrassed at the way you had desperately pleaded for him as he touched you. 

Tenna couldn’t help but try harder after hearing your pleas. His grip tightened, and for a moment, it felt like there was nothing else but the need to bridge the gap between you. 

“I’m going to make you mine,” he muttered, almost to himself, his certainty radiating through every movement. “Whatever it takes.”

And then, he pushed into you, inch by inch with a slow, aching rhythm that didn’t satisfy so much as ignite, leaving you yearning for more with every drawn-out push.

A loud moan escaped his lips, almost as if he was relieved that he was some inches deep inside you, though there was still a long way to go. 

“You want... m-me?” he asked, voice low and uneven as he slowly pushed deeper.

You nodded, unable to answer due to the overwhelming sensation of his cock filling you. He was stretching you out with such an ease that surprised even him, as if your body had already decided to take him in. This was it. The reward he’d promised. And it felt so good that every moment of waiting had been worth it.

“Then say it, say how much you love me,” he whispered, his voice still thick with a different kind of need.

With a last slow thrust he was already deep inside you, leaning against the podium almost breathless. You tensed beneath the pressure, your breath catching as he pushed even further, unaware that his size had its limits on you.

“Ah— I… I love you,” you managed to gasp, the words trembling out of you, unsteady and breathless.

Your body was still adjusting, still trying to adapt to the full size of him.

“Again, sweetheart,” he demanded, his voice struggling to stay calm, but the desperation was unmistakable beneath the surface.

He wasn’t sure how much he would last, but he would make sure you enjoyed every last bit of it. And in the mean time, he would claim you in a way that felt permanent. After all, what mattered most to him was that you were already his, completely and without question. 

To prove this, one hand settled firmly over your restrained wrists, holding you in place as though you were something he intended to claim. The other one held the podium tightly to give him more stability as he moved against you slowly, each shift in pressure calculated to test you. Not just your body, but your desire for him, as if he were still unsure of how much you craved him. 

“Say it... my love,” he gasped, his movements growing faster each time you said those sweet words he craved more than anything. 

“I love aah—” you said, your words turning into a breathless moan before you could finish the sentence, your body responding to the force of each thrust.

The hand that held your restrained wrist moved to your back, lifting your shirt with urgency, his fingers pressing into your skin as he took in the sight of you, relishing in the vulnerability you couldn’t hide anymore.

“Yes…ah, m-my love,” he gasped between moans, his voice trembling with desperate need, no longer concerned with masking how you made him feel.

His breath came in uneven bursts, shaking against your neck as he fought to maintain the same pace. It was clear he was already close, the erratic movements of his hips betraying the intensity building within him. It was also obvious by how his hands gripped the podium, both to push himself deeper and to give him something to hold onto as he claimed you.

“Tenna...” you exhaled his name, barely able to catch your breath.

Each movement brought you closer to the edge, every sensation sharpening as it rose from the background, no longer ignored but felt in full all at once. 

The silk of his tie dragged across your bare skin with each thrust, the coolness of the fabric contrasting with the heat of your body. 

The wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled the silence of the stage, transforming it into something deeply intimate. 

Even the soft glow of the camera’s red light stirred something in you, the thought of watching this in the future sending a shiver down your spine. Maybe even with him…

His grip tightened on the podium, fingers digging into the wood as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded, even though he was already lost in you, completely drowning in the experience he had kept buried for so long. 

He hadn’t expected it to feel this good. No. Nothing in his fantasies came close. This wasn’t just pleasure… it was his purpose. You were his purpose. You were everything he’d ever craved, suffered for, and obsessed over. And now you were here, trembling for him like a desperate, whimpering mess, begging to him to fuck you like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

“Ahh, fuck!” he moaned through gritted teeth, past the point of sweet words, lost in the moment.

His movements grew sloppier, but he still took a firm hold of the podium as if his body wasn’t trembling with the weight of his own need to release. You could feel the shift in him, the way he fought to maintain composure, but it was clear he was losing that battle with each passing second he thrusted into you.

“Tenna,” you caught his attention, savoring the moment before speaking. “I love you.”

“Fuck o-oh….off,” he chuckled between moans, his voice laced with amusement, clearly enjoying the way you played with his desires, knowing exactly how to push him to the edge.

That sparked a surge of confidence in him. The way you toyed with control only made him want to remind you who was in charge. Who was the one fucking you, and who was the one tied up against the podium whimpering for his huge cock.

He rose, lifting himself off you and gripping your hips with brutal force, slamming your body against his cock with a strength that felt almost inhuman.

You would have given anything for your hands to be free, to dig your nails into the podium for something to hold onto. But instead, you were forced to press them into your palms, the pain almost forgotten as his forceful thrusts drowned everything else out.

Your body tightened in response, instinctively wrapping itself around Tenna, making it harder for him to maintain his confident pace, as if your every twitch pulled him deeper into the intensity of the moment.

“AaaAHhahahah,” he moaned, or maybe laughed. It was hard to tell, but it sounded like a melody to your ears. A reminder that, despite his efforts to claim control, you were still the one holding the reins, even if he wanted to believe otherwise.

Seeing how he was getting close, you tightened your body around his throbbing cock intentionally, clearly enjoying how he struggled to keep his legs steady. He wanted to tell you to stop, but instead, his words came out as strained moans, betraying his difficulty in holding himself together.

The way your body tightened around his cock, the sound of your breath catching with every thrust, the sight of you half naked and so completely his, it overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t stop himself.

He tried to pull out before it was too late but his warm cum shot inside you, and then slid to the rest of your body, following the rhythm of his last thrusts. 

Thick, white droplets shot out in your direction, splattering across your back. It clung to the small of your back and trailed down your body, coating your curves in a way that felt shamelessly erotic.

It was like his cock had a mind of its own, spreading and splashing with reckless abandon, leaving behind a trail of white and slightly embarrassing evidence.

His cock was still throbbing and some of the cum splattered across Tenna’s suit before he noticed it, leaving a trail of glossy white that contrasted against the red fabric.

What a mess. Even the edges of the podium were now covered in a slick film, a lot of white spurts that glistened in the light. A few droplets even hit the floor, bouncing softly before settling into a puddle of chaos.

You didn’t dare move at first, afraid some of it might touch the rest of your body. But curiosity got the better of you. You really wanted to see his face. So you turned carefully, avoiding the white puddle on the podium to get a better look at him.

But before you could even get a glimpse of the state he was in, he collapsed against you. His full weight pressed down on you now, making it genuinely hard to breathe.

“My… m-my… dear,” Tenna said between deep breaths. 

Each time he drew in air with whatever passed for lungs in him, it pressed you harder against the podium. 

“That was… amazing.”

“Tenna,” you cried, trying to push yourself up, but his body still weighed heavily on you, even as it began to shrink.

“My sweetest love,” he whispered tenderly, completely unaware of your struggle. 

He pulled you closer into his embrace, tightening his arms around you lovingly, making it even harder to breathe.

“Tenna!” you protested, surprised that you managed to lift him even slightly despite how heavy he felt.

“Oh!” Tenna quickly straightened up, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart… I didn’t realize.”

He rushed to untie the ropes, quickly turning you around as soon as they fell away. You stretched your arms, relief washing over you at the sudden freedom, only for Tenna to seize your hands before you could fully savor it, pressing them close to his face.

“I’m so in love with you,” he breathed, pressing soft kisses to your hands, nuzzling them against his narrow nose as if trying to drink in your scent. “You can’t even begin to imagine.”

“Me too…” you said, not sure if it was entirely true, but wanting to keep him in this gentle state, far from the edge of that darker side you feared.

Once he let you go, you slowly slid your hand around his waist, drawing yourself closer, unbothered by the lingering heat and the mess still clinging to your skin from the frantic intimacy you’d just shared. Tenna twitched slightly, a flicker of something like a glitch showing across his screen. Then, with a soft, lovesick sigh he wrapped his arms around you, clinging tight, as if letting go wasn’t an option.

“My sweet… m-my sweetest, dearest little loving... sweet beatiful creature,” he blurted, the words tripping over each other like his heart couldn’t keep up with his mouth.

For a moment, it hit you just how close he’d come to short circuiting. His screen flickered intermittently, and you could see the faintest tendril of smoke curling from it. Despite everything, he remained functional, even tender. His fingers traced the line of your damp temple with care, a lazy smile tugging at his lips, softened by exhaustion.

“I’ll hold you and love you and squeeze you aaaaaaand…” he paused, pulling back just enough to see the face he adored, now glowing in the soft afterglow of sex,  “…you’ll be mine. Only mine. We’ll be happy and we’ll never fight again. We’ll be the couple everyone dreams of. Forever and ever. Together. Just you and me.”

Oh my fucking fuck.

I hope this is a joke, Tenna.

[conclover]

Mr. Tenna x GN! Reader | Static Hearts Part 5

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Summary: As time goes on, you begin to enjoy this new routine with Tenna, and his love for you only grows. However, just as you start to appreciate all the attention and gifts he gives you, another side of him begins to show…

Warnings: Yandere Tenna, mentions of sex and masturbation, fluff (why is that a warning?!)

Notes: Get ready for the next chapter... it’s going to be smutilicious! (um...)

Word count: 3K (more or less)

Tenna’s cheeks were flushed, his screen still damp with sweat, and his shirt clung to him at the chest and under his arms, but you didn’t mind at all. He was glowing with happiness, and it was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. The faint flicker of the still playing romance movie lit the room just enough to create a cozy atmosphere, casting lazy shadows over the couch where you lay wrapped in each other.

“Heh…Tell me something,” he said with a smile that didn’t quite reach the corners of his screen. “What’s got someone like you tuning in to someone like me?”

You looked at him through your lashes, letting the silence linger just long enough to think of something that would melt him.

“How could I not?” you said, voice syrupy sweet. “You’re beautiful even when you’re not trying to be!”

“Oh, sweetheart!” he laughed, fanning himself with one gloved hand. “Keep talking like that and I’ll need a commercial break to cool down!”

He leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, then your cheek, nuzzling with exaggerated affection. It tickled just enough to make you giggle, and when you tried to turn away, he only tightened his arms around you, holding you firmly against him.

“Don’t you go slipping off now,” he whispered, grinning as he pulled you closer. “You’re under contract, sugar. That makes you mine. Didn’t you read the fine print?”

“I don’t remember signing any—”

His nose continued its playful assault, earning more laughter from you as he nestled closer. The feeling of him was stronger now. His warm skin, the faint musk of his cologne, and the salty trace of sweat wrapped around you like a blanket. His body still buzzed with the intimacy you’d just shared, the glow of euphoria laced with something gentler, like a longing for touch that went beyond desire.

He paused for a moment, taking you in like you were the most precious thing in the world. There was a quiet awe in his expression, as if the world had shrunk to this couch. It was like he was still caught in the gravity of this new reality you shared, still craving every inch of you. Not just your body, but your whole being.

“I love you…” he murmured tentatively, almost looking away the moment he said it, as if worried of rejection.

Tenna, we just met today, sweetheart...

All I know about you is that you’re a goofy pathetic man who couldn’t help telling a live audience how turned on you were over a bit of whipped cream landing on me.

And you get hard from getting a few compliments.

Also, you’re trying to be romantic… while still wearing the same pants from earlier?

Oh! And let’s not forget how you lose it over the tiniest things... fangs out and everything. Adorable, but mostly terrifying. Work on it, okay? Mike sounds great, but I’m pretty sure he’s not exactly licensed for this kind of therapy.

And I’m not sure you even know how to form a real connection without forcing the other person to stay by your side.

But hey, who am I to judge? I mean, all captors have their little quirks, right?

“I love you too!” you exclaimed, desperately hoping he wouldn’t catch the hint of forced enthusiasm in your voice. But you had to say it, because if you didn’t, he’d make sure you did. It was probably somewhere in the contract you didn’t even remember signing.

“YOU DO?” he cried, practically springing off the sofa with the kind of energy only a love-struck lead in a cheesy romcom movie could muster. “Well, folks, we’ve got a winner! It’s me!”

The sheer size of him made the room seem small in comparison. He took your hands gently and before you even had time to react, he was lifting you effortlessly from the sofa.

His gloved hands slid around your waist with an almost protective strength, yet there was something strangely tender in the way he held you.

In a fluid motion, he spun you around with the kind of enthusiasm that seemed to come from somewhere deep within him. You were caught in the whirl of his excitement, your feet barely touching the ground as he twirled you, his long legs moving with surprising grace for someone so ridiculously tall.

“I love you so much,” he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion as he drew you closer, his screen glowing with affection. 

He kissed your cheek, then again, and again, each kiss lingering just a little longer, until it felt like he was savoring every second with you.

“So, so, SO, SO MUCH!” he murmured again, and then he couldn’t stop.

He kissed you everywhere. Your jaw, your chin, your lips, your temples, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids. His long, pointy nose bumped into your brow, nearly poking your eye as he nuzzled in, utterly oblivious in his adoration he didn’t even notice.

You laughed as he continued, relentless in his devotion, trailing kisses across your face like a man who feared he’d never get the chance to do that again. 

Just when it seemed he was finally done, he eased you down gently beneath him with that same love-struck expression. You thought the moment was settling, the storm of affection quieting. But then, without a word, he took your hand in his and lifted it to his lips. Slowly, he began pressing more kisses there along your knuckles, your fingers, your palm, the tender inside of your wrist… as if he still hadn’t said I love you enough.

He planted one final kiss on the back of your hand, the exaggerated smack resounding like a playful proclamation of affection. He drew in a deep breath, a grin stretching so wide it nearly spilled off the edges of his screen. He looked completely smitten. It was unmistakable. He was falling for you. But how? Why? He hardly knew you... Right?

“Well, darling,” he declared, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “How about we keep this fantastic date rolling? The night’s just getting started!”

But as his head dropped to his pants, still damp from the frantic intimacy you had shared, his confident smile faltered. 

“After I, uh... take care of this little situation…” he muttered, his voice faltering as he glanced at the mess. 

His hand instinctively reached up to idly play with one of his antennae, the motion calming him as you looked at his wet spot. Now that his form had shrunk and he wasn’t as large as before, the dampness was even more noticeable.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he said, regaining his composure with a quick flash of determination, like a performer about to step onto the stage. “I’m about to transform this look into something that’ll knock your socks off!” 

His gaze flickered to the now cold plates and the movie, a spark of excitement returning as he clearly geared up to dive back into the real plans of the night.

“Keep your eyes on the screen, sweetheart,” he said, flashing a playful smile and pointing at the TV. “I’ll be right back, and trust me, you won’t want to miss the next scene!”

Before closing the door, he placed a hand over his lips and blew you a kiss, the gesture as exaggerated and heartfelt as only a hopeless romantic could manage. 

You rolled your eyes with a reluctant smile, the warmth of his gesture lingering in the air. With a dramatic sigh, you reached up, imagining the kiss floating through the space between you, and cupped it gently between your hands. You pressed it to your cheek with exaggerated care, trying to keep your face straight, though the urge to gag at the sweetness of it all almost made you break into laughter.

What an idiot.

A cute idiot, at least.

The door closed with a soft thud, but you could still hear his giddy love-struck chuckle echoing down the hallway. 

You weren’t sure which gods to thank for, but you didn’t escape to explore further. Just as you let out a breath, the door swung open again, and there he was, rushing in with a sense of urgency that made your heartbeat quicken.

He placed one hand on the couch, the other reaching out to gently cradle your head, his touch betraying a worry he couldn’t fully mask. When he held you, his face softened with a wave of relief. You were still here. Still watching the movie. Still waiting for him, as if nothing had changed. In that moment, he felt foolish for ever doubting you would go anywhere.

“I forgot something very, very, VERY, important!” he exclaimed, as though he were about to reveal the biggest prize of the night. 

Before you could react, he gently guided your head toward him and planted a smoldering kiss on your cheek, leaving a slick lingering imprint like he couldn’t bear to let you go for even a second.

He stood back up, clasping his hands together dramatically, before turning his attention to the TV and then back to you, just to make sure you were real, still there and still his.

…

The days slipped by in a surreal blur… or had it been months? You couldn’t tell anymore.

Tenna’s obsession with you only grew more intense. You might have expected the glittering novelty of the so-called honeymoon phase to fade into something gentler and more stable. But Tenna wasn’t like other people. No, his fascination with you only grew the more time he spent by your side.

Every quirk you revealed, every quiet laugh that escaped you, every sweet glance you gave him only fueled his adoration for you. And when you were apart, even briefly, he craved you even more, like the absence physically pained him. But he didn’t allow much room for distance. Almost every day, you found yourself on set, immersed in the fantasy world of his endlessly running television programs, seated beside him as his beloved co-host. 

You could feel the spotlight’s heat, the hum of the cameras tracking your every movement, and the eyes of the ever smiling audience fixed on you like painted dolls. But none of it compared to Tenna. His attention was the most intense of all, as if he was afraid that if he looked away, even for a moment, you might disappear. 

To the viewers, whoever they were, you were a perfect team. But to Tenna, you were far more. You were the heart of his story and the star of his private fantasy. The show was just the stage on which he could keep you closer to him. Sometimes, he would step aside entirely, watching you from the crowd with rapt attention, his smile gleaming like an overzealous fan as you took center stage.

There was never a dull moment with Tenna. He anticipated your moods, catered to your whims, and flooded your world with gifts. Little treasures, gadgets you didn’t know existed, indulgences you hadn’t realized you craved. Some things were beautiful, some ridiculous, some utterly useless. Who on Earth would need a lifetime supply of goopy slime?... But all of them were chosen with such fanatical devotion it was hard not to feel flattered. Worshipped, even.

He spoke to you in words so sweet it was intoxicating. The way he looked at you like you were the only person left in the universe. You had begun to enjoy it. The attention. The rhythm of the production schedule. The illusion of purpose and of control. There was something magnetic about it all, something strangely addictive. Tenna’s world wrapped itself around you like a soft blindfold that was just thick enough to keep reality at bay.

You sometimes found yourself wondering why the two of you hadn’t crossed that final line. You hadn’t had sex yet. Well, if you don’t count… that time. But Tenna dismissed it completely, brushing it off with a crooked smile and a wave of his hand. A slip, he’d called it. Like a scene that wasn’t supposed to be filmed. 

He insisted on doing things properly now. 

You can’t put the cart before the horse, he said. 

He insisted on following the precise beats of a romantic comedy. Step by step like the gentleman he claimed to be. He wanted the buildup, the anticipation, the perfect arc.

As he put it, the big moment has to be earned!

He really tried. Even when you tested him and pushed him to see how far his so-called standards would stretch. You teased him about that time he creamed his own pants. And, well… you’d walked in on him more than once, pleasuring himself to one of your shows, the ones where a little more skin was on display. Pathetic. 

But you liked it. You liked him. You liked how, even when he was barely keeping it together, he still knew where to draw the line. And somewhere along the way, you started to understand the rhythm of it too, the slow burn, the step by step, the dinner and flowers type of deal. Now, the reward felt like the grand prize. Like something worth waiting for.

However, even if you said you were fine waiting, he couldn’t stop the gnawing, ugly twist in his chest every time you smiled at someone else. Lately, you’d been talking to more of his staff, laughing a little too easily, drifting just a little too far from him. And that didn’t sit right with him.

Why would you go talk to Lanino, of all people, when you could be spending that time with him? Why? Why would you even look his way when he was right here? Wasn’t he enough?

He knew Lanino’s reputation. Everyone did. A shameless flirt, always sniffing around someone new until things cooled off with Elnina. Just like a dog with no leash. And you hadn’t been touched in a while and you were starved for some… bed action. He knew that. He thought about that constantly.

That wasn’t going to happen, right? You wouldn’t fall for someone like him. You wouldn’t let that weather boy put his hands on you, would you? No. You wouldn’t.

His fists clenched, and his teeth ground together with sharp pressure, like he was trying to bite back the thoughts clawing at his mind. He was just imagining things. That had to be it. Just paranoia. You were his. You said you were fine waiting. You promised. And promises weren’t meant to be broken.

He had to check for himself. Just in case. No, he wasn’t jealous. Of course not. This was just a little… investigation. That’s all. A harmless investigation. Nothing more. Just making sure everything was fine. Just making sure you were fine.

And there you were. Near the vending machine. With him.

That sunny, smug faced waste of space. Grinning like he hadn’t already burned through the same relationship three times this month alone. Like he had any right to be that close to you.

Had he offered you something? A drink? Refreshments? How dare he. And you accepted? Nooo…

You were laughing with him. Leaning just a little too close for his liking. Like he was someone special. Like he meant something to you.

Tenna’s screen flickered, the edges glowing red with a loud rising hum of static. He barely noticed it. His focus was locked on the way Lanino reached out mid sentence and placed a casual hand on your arm.

He touched you. And you didn’t flinch. You didn’t pull away. You simply smiled.

No. No, no, no. No. NO! 

Something deep inside Tenna snapped like a frayed wire. His screen buzzed violently now, fine smoke curling from the corners. He couldn’t hear what either of you were saying anymore. Just the sound of his own thoughts reassuring him that you were his, not some disposable side character’s distraction.

“Sweetheart!” Tenna called out, voice bright as a bell, forcing a loving smile as his tall frame cast a long shadow over the both of you.

You looked up and even if he was trying to seem cheerful, something in the way his smile twitched and pulled just a little too tight made your skin crawl.

“Tenna, we were just getting—”

“Finished?” he interrupted, chipper and loud. “Amazing news!”

His voice was still sweet and singsong, but the way his screen glitched at the edges and his smile strained made it hard to tell if he was pleased or furious.

“Yes, I was just about to get back into the program,” you said, the words stumbling out.

You glanced toward Lanino, hoping for some kind of support, but he was already gone. 

Sunny bastard.

“He’s not coming back,” Tenna said flatly, his tone dropping the second he noticed you were alone with him. “Don’t worry about him…”

He stepped closer with a heavy stride that brought him directly into your space. Then he bent down slightly, just enough to level his glowing screen with your eyes.

“Tenna?” you whispered, unease prickling at your neck as you noticed the way his display flickered, blinking in and out, dimming like a faulty bulb. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, clasping his hands together with a plastic sounding snap. “I just have to make a few last minute changes to the show’s lineup.”

The smile was back, but this time, you could see the calculation behind it. He was already thinking. Already planning something. A punishment? A reward? It was hard to tell.

“Oh, um… do you want to go over it now? I’ve already prepared—”

“No need for that,” he cut you off again, voice laced with false cheer. “I think it’s better if I don’t ruin the surprise!” 

With a sudden sharp snap of his fingers, the world around you blurred, the sound slicing through the tension with an unmistakable finality. 

“Wha… Tenna—” you barely whispered, the word melting on your tongue.

He caught you before you hit the floor, one arm slipping beneath your legs, the other steadying your head against his chest.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his smooth voice drifting through the haze like a lullaby. “Don’t fight it. Just a little nap. When you wake up... you’ll love it. I promise.”

Your vision wavered, your limbs growing heavy as if the very air had thickened. You fought to stay conscious, but the pull of sleep was overwhelming. 

His breath ghosted against your ear as he leaned in closer, his words slower now, almost apologetic. “I’ve been so selfish, haven’t I? So stupid. You’ve needed me... and I was holding back. Taking things slow, trying to be gentle… But that’s over now. I’m going to make it right. You’ll see.”

Gloved fingers brushed your cheek with unbearable delicacy, lingering just beneath your eye like he was memorizing the curve of your face. Then, with agonizing slowness, he traced the line of your jaw, down to your throat, and back again. His touch was so gentle it almost made it more difficult to stay awake.

“You’re mine now,” he breathed. “Just mine.”

The last thing you saw before the darkness swallowed you whole was Tenna leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a heartbeat too long, and when he pulled away, his smile gleamed with something soft and unhinged at the same time.

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice laced with something raw and trembling. “And when you open your eyes... I’ll show you how much I’ve been holding back.”

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Mr. Tenna x GN! Reader | Static Hearts Part 4

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Summary: Apparently, Tenna can’t keep his promise of being a dinner and flowers type of gentleman.

Warnings: +18, sub Tenna, dom Reader, teasing, Reader’s genitals are not specified, Tenna is an awkward and insecure loser <3, praise kink, sexual overstimulation, dry humping, size kink, antenna play.

Notes: So apparently the correct term is bootlicker, not buttlicker. I’ve been living a lie my whole life. But you know what? I’m sticking with the second one.

Word count: Almost 5K

You felt like you were in a video game, racing against the clock.

With every passing second, your heartbeat quickened.

You were taking a risk, but this was also a good opportunity to figure out more about this place.

Calling it just a strange dream felt absurd after the storm of emotions that surged through you.

Tenna was real. Very real.

Just the thought of his growing form and those monstrous fangs peeking from that disturbingly charming smile. Whew. Best not to imagine what he’d do if he caught you sneaking around.

The good thing about him, even if his emotions fluctuated like the relationship between Lanino and Elnina, was that he was easy to please. So as you wandered, you kept a mental list of compliments ready, just in case he caught you.

What beautiful fangs you have, sir. Do they bite?

Did you do something to your... um... TV head?

I love the way your screen colors change when you blush. It’s so cute. Wait. Cute? Is that too childish? Maybe he’d prefer something more classic. Charming? Enchanting? Bewitching? Ugh, that sounds... vintage and vintage is just a polite way of saying old. Okay. Compliment, but make it timeless. Just... flatter him and stay alive.

And just to satisfy some innocent curiosity:

Are you big everywhere?

Despite of everything, you decided to wander a bit through what they called the Green Room. It was a sort of break area for the staff. You weren’t entirely sure why it was called that, especially since smoking was strictly forbidden.

It also looked like a good chunk of the budget had gone into it. It had comfy couches and a gaming area with controllers that looked a bit outdated... just like Tenna. There was even a bar at the back and a few potted plants that gave the whole space a cozy touch.

What surprised you most was how empty it was. Maybe everyone had finished their shifts. Then again, there was no way of knowing. In every room you’d visited, there were no windows, no clocks. No way of telling time at all.

You walked a little further until you reached a surprisingly large door, entirely covered in what looked like police tape. It had the feel of a restricted area, yet you entered without issue, though you immediately wished you’d brought more layers.

Is this some kind of freezer?

As you walked further down the dark hallway, a few screens flickered to life. Their dim light barely illuminated the path ahead, but getting lost in a hallway would’ve taken some real effort. When you finally reached the end, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

Where the fuck am I?

A vast desert stretched across the horizon, completely blanketed in snow. Wandering aimlessly now felt pointless, especially knowing Tenna might be done cooking.

Without further delay, you turned back toward your eccentric date, hoping he hadn’t noticed you were gone. Not that it mattered, as you’d already come up with the perfect excuse, just in case you bumped into him along the way.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” you said, surprised by how naturally the lie slipped from your lips.

He had bumped into you with that unmistakable edge of anger, like he fully expected to catch you mid escape. But as soon as you spoke, he faltered, visibly thrown off by such a solid excuse.

What a brilliant mind you had. Just moments earlier, he’d been seconds away from baring his fangs, already imagining the worst.

“Need any help?” you asked, already taking a plate from his hands. “Smells amazing.”

“I really hope you like it,” he said with a smile, holding the door open for you. “I did what I could with what was in the kitchen.”

“If you made it, I’ll probably love it,” you replied, veering dangerously back into buttlicking territory.

You couldn’t believe how easily a compliment made him blush. If someone had said something like that to you, you’d probably question their motives or honesty. But Tenna? That old TV was practically starving for attention. Sweet words like that were the air he breathed.

You stepped into what Tenna called the movie room for the first time, making sure to look unfazed, like you’d been there all along, waiting. It was nothing too extravagant, but surprisingly cozy. Definitely perfect for a romantic dinner and movie date.

“I thought we might watch some of our favorite films,” he said with that same charming smile, taking your plate and setting it beside his on the low coffee table. “You know… to get to know each other a little better. I really want to find out what movies you like.”

You glanced at the plates, their steam rising in delicate wisps, presenting a meal that looked both exquisite and inviting. Tenna had taken his time making a teriyaki sauce for the udon noodles, then garnished them with thinly chopped spring onions and sesame seeds. He insisted it was a simple dish, but you could tell he wanted to impress you with all the little decorations.

“Oh, and just so you know... it only works with VHS tapes. So feel free to check the closet behind you and pick something you like.”

You walked over and opened the closet door, only to find it was all cluttered with hundreds of VHS tapes. There had to be something you liked.

Lucky you, most of them were your favorites. It was like a miniature library of every movie you’d ever watched. Some you hadn’t thought about in years, childhood classics, underrated gems and all time favorites all mixed together.

“Find anything you like, love?” he asked softly, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

You hadn’t realized he’d been standing so close the whole time. His red jacket was off now, and the white shirt beneath it clung to his frame, the fabric stretching over his broad shoulders and slightly rounding belly in a way that made it hard to look away. The tie was still neatly knotted, adding to his effortless elegance.

“I have a feeling this might take a while, considering I like almost all of them…” you said, your fingers lightly tracing the worn stickers of familiar titles, discovering more and more that you adored.

He was watching you rummage through the many movies he was sure you loved. Of course he knew. He’d watched you watch them, memorized your every reaction and studied your gaze on every frame.

“Take all the time you need. The night is young, my dear,” he purred, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as they moved closer to your collarbone. He really liked having his hands on you.

He stepped even closer, his body brushing softly against yours, while his free hand joined yours in sifting through the tapes.

“You know what?” you said, glancing over your shoulder at Tenna. “Why don’t you choose? There’s too many good movies in here.”

His smile widened, as if he’d been waiting for you to say that.

“Gladly, my dear! With pleasure!”

His fingers moved with deliberate decision through the tapes, as if he were already intimately familiar with every title, knowing exactly what he was after.

A few seconds later, he pulled one out and held it up between two fingers with a smug smile. The cover was dark and bloody, the kind that promised more tension than resolution.

You narrowed your eyes at it. “Seriously? A horror movie? In this economy?” you asked, raising a brow.

He let out a playful laugh, his voice warm with amusement. “It’s a classic. Spooky. Psychological. A bit gory.”

“You just want the perfect excuse to jump into my arms!” You smirked, leaning in just a little closer. “And here I thought you were more of a dinner and flowers type of gentleman.”

“Stop it,” he said, tapping your head lightly with the VHS. “You’re already making it difficult enough to think straight, especially after that cooking show.”

“I wasn’t the one who told an entire live audience I was turned on because of some whipped cream on my co-host’s body…” You smiled, giving his shoulder a playful tap, which instantly flustered him.

There it was, his true self, unmasked and vulnerable behind the stage persona. The spotlight had always been his shield, giving him confidence, a way to hide behind his performance. But now, alone with you, the one who knew exactly which dials to turn, he felt exposed.

He was more nervous than you’d ever seen him. His color bar blush was brighter than ever, impossible to miss, and he fumbled with his fingers, nervously playing with the VHS tape as if it could somehow hide his embarrassment.

“I was joking,” you said, clearly not wanting to push him too far, at least not for now. “Let’s watch a different movie though.”

That seemed to relieve Tenna. Finally, he had a perfect excuse to stop standing awkwardly in his own embarrassment. With a sigh of relief, he dove into his precious movie collection, rummaging through it in a frantic yet determined search, hoping to find the perfect film to match your taste and set the mood for the night.

“Um, h-how about this one?” he stammered, holding up a new tape, his fingers trembling as he presented it to you. For someone as tall as him, it was surprisingly amusing to see him so flustered.

“I knew it!” You took the tape from his hands in one swift motion, only to see it was a romantic movie. “You’re the cheesy, toxic romcom type of guy, aren’t you?”

“Toxic?”

His expression held a kind of stunned disbelief, as if he’d taken those dusty old romance films as heartfelt instructional manuals rather than outdated fantasies.

You gave him a sideways look, lips twitching with disbelief, before slipping the tape into the VCR with a soft click. The television screen crackled to life, the familiar static hum of VHS filling the room with an oddly comforting nostalgia.

With a sharp clasp of Tenna’s fingers, the lights snapped off, plunging the room into shadow. It felt like a private cinema now, lit only by the flicker of the screen as the opening credits danced into motion.

You dropped onto the couch beside him, closer than necessary. The cushion dipped under your weight, letting out a squeaky sound that cut through the quiet.

You took notice of how Tenna was watching the TV. His back was straight, knees together and his hands were pressed tightly between them. There was a kind of earnest nervousness about him, the kind that betrayed how much he cared about how this all went.

The movie had only just begun, the main character already launching into a monologue about his love interest, when you leaned forward to reach for your plate of steaming noodles.

“WAIT!” Tenna blurted, reaching out suddenly to catch your wrist, his grip gentle but urgent. “You’re going to burn yourself!”

You paused, surprised more by his reaction than the actual heat of the plate. His hands lingered on yours even after you pulled back, like he genuinely believed the plate might instakill you into oblivion.

You looked at him, smiling slightly with a playful spark in your eyes.

“There it is... the gentleman you were talking about!”

A quiet almost sheepish laugh slipped out of him. His TV screen flickered slightly, the static almost mimicking his uncertainty. He lowered his screen in the direction of his lap where his fingers now twisted together nervously.

He really loved this. Your nearness, the warmth of the room, the easy rhythm between you. But something unspoken pressed heavy beneath his circuits, and it was a weight he couldn’t simply ignore.

He glanced at you, then down, then at the TV, then back at you again, like he wasn’t sure if he should speak or stay quiet forever.

“I still haven’t gotten any flowers...”

It was meant to be a joke, but the nervous tremble in his tone gave him away.

You tilted your head toward him, the smile on your lips more playful now.

“Poppies, right?” you asked, even though you remembered perfectly well. It wasn’t the kind of thing you could forget easily.

He nodded, his posture tensing slightly as you inched closer, your breath now brushing the edge of his screen.

“You see...” you murmured, your voice a low hum as your fingertip grazed his glowing screen.

The faint static tingled against your skin, subtle sparks dancing up your arm, making you shiver.

Your breath caught for a second as your gaze dropped to his trembling lips. You were so close you could feel the faint warmth of his shaky breath mingling with yours.

“I can’t get you any flowers right now...” you whispered, words coming out slower deliberately against the growing heat between you.

Your finger trailed slowly down his screen, pausing when it reached his lips. The texture was different than you’d expected and you couldn’t help but linger there, feeling the subtle give of his skin beneath your touch. Even though his lips were pale, they looked impossibly soft and kissable.

“But maybe... I can give you something better.”

The way your voice dipped when you spoke to him, the way your eyes looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered, the way your thumb traced the corner of his mouth with such gentle care... it was almost too much for Tenna. His breath caught. His body was trembling, barely holding itself together beneath the weight of your attention.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this wanted. This seen. And for someone like Tenna who had lived his entire life chasing that feeling, it was almost unbearable.

His body reacted before his mind could catch up. In the dim glow of his screen, it was subtle but you saw it. A flush bloomed across his cheeks, color bars flickering and shifting like static, spreading outward across the rest of his screen like a TV struggling to hold its signal.

He couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t control it. He started to change. His form stretching taller, broader, every edge of him growing. When his emotions surged, his body responded in kind. It was as if he couldn’t help but become whatever he was feeling. A curse... or maybe, just maybe sometimes, a blessing.

At first, you barely noticed it as you were too caught up in the moment to realize. But then, the space between you on the couch seemed to shrink and it was almost impossible to ignore.

“Tenna?” you asked softly, heat rising in your own cheeks as you tilted your head back, suddenly needing to look much farther up to see his face.

Your hand drifted down. This gesture was meant to soothe him, but your hand landed high on his thigh and what you saw there made your breath hitch.

He was huge. Thick, impossibly so.

How am I going to fit him?

Tenna’s attention snapped downward the moment he sensed the change in your expression, and a flicker of panic rippled through his form.

In a blur of motion, he snatched the nearest pillow and clutched it tightly to his lap. It was laughably small against the sheer scale of his body now. But somehow, it managed to cover the evidence of his growing desire for you. Just barely.

“I-Ah-I’m v-very... very... VERY... SORRY!” he stammered, each word tripping over the other.

The room fell into silence, broken only by the low hum of the movie still playing in the background. Conveniently, the actors on screen burst into laughter, their careless joy echoing through the space. It only made the moment feel more awkward, especially for Tenna, who sat stiffly, clutching the pillow like a shield, his face still burning with all the colors of the rainbow.

“Why are you acting all shy now, Tenna?” you asked teasingly, moving a hand closer to the pillow he was clutching with all of his strength.

His head jerked away from you, the weight of his embarrassment pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. Yet, despite the rush of heat flooding his cheeks, he didn’t run away from the room. He was too caught in the moment, too tangled up in the feeling of you to escape.

“You know, when you got angry earlier...” you said, your voice low as you gently reached for his hand, moving it away from the pillow.

He didn’t resist. In fact, there was something almost laughable in how quickly his fingers uncurled beneath your touch, like his body had been waiting for permission to come undone. In that soft, wordless offering, he didn’t just let you take control, he welcomed it. He craved it. His whole being seemed to cry out for it.

There was a teasing glint in your eyes as you continued, “I was wondering if you’d get bigger... everywhere.”

You leaned in closer, your hand gently sliding the pillow aside, placing it out of the way. Your gaze dropped to his erection, now throbbing with tension and need beneath the tightness of his pants.

You looked up at Tenna, catching the flicker of conflict in him. He was torn between hiding his face in embarrassment or letting himself revel in the sight of you, so close to his cock, so focused entirely on it.

“Tell me,” you murmured, your voice hushed with intrigue. “Can you shrink... or is it just going to stay this big for the rest of the night?”

Your hand drifted dangerously close to the top of his thigh, the air between you thick with anticipation.

Finally, he let out a shaky breath, the sound trembling in the whole room. It made everything clear: he wasn’t hiding anymore. He had tried, truly, to hold himself to the high standards of the gentleman he believed he should be. But you, with your teasing words, your touch, your mere presence… it all had unraveled every ounce of control he thought he had left.

He wanted your skin against his, your voice whispering only to him, the weight of your gaze burning into him, that subtle curve of your smile that was driving him wild second by second, to rip your clothes from your body and make you a whimpering mess below him, to turn you and have you on all fours moaning how much you loved him, to fill you with his cum until you cried out his name. Yes, he wanted all of that.

Maybe he’d convinced himself he was the one in control, that he had a choice in any of this. But the truth pulsed beneath every shaky breath he took. He would do anything you asked, anything at all, just to keep your eyes on him. He craved you desperately, in every sense.

Tenna knew that once he crossed that line, there was no turning back. And he was already in it, already lost in the pull of you.

“I actually like it big,” you teased, your voice light, but heavy with intent as you settled gently onto his lap. A soft laugh escaped your lips, but there was something deeper behind it, something that promised more. “We’ll figure it out. We have the whole night to try.”

Now you could feel him. Trully feel him. He was desperate for release, his cock twitching beneath you. And even if it was clothed, you could feel how big it was.

Tenna barely knew what to do, his hands hovering uncertainly, like this was a new territory for him. His hesitation was palpable, almost endearing and you couldn’t help but guide him.

You gently placed his hands on your hips, giving him something solid to hold onto. His fingers trembled, gripping you with an intensity that was more about calming his own nerves than anything else. It wasn’t gentle, but it was real, like a desperate need to ground himself, to feel something, anything, to steady the whirlwind inside him.

“I… I-I , uh, I w-want to,” he stuttered, his voice cracking slightly, as if the words themselves were a struggle. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling where they rested on you. “I really want you… I just… I hope that’s o-okay with you.”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you leaned in just a little closer, letting the heat between you build.

“You want me, huh?” you whispered, your voice low, just enough to send a shiver down his spine. “Well it’s your lucky day because it happens that I want you just as much as you do.”

He twitched beneath you, his breath hitching, the subtle shift in his body betraying just how much your words affected him. It wasn’t just the way you moved against him almost torturously teasing, it was the weight of your voice, the way it stroked him just as much as your touch.

His grip tightened on your hips even further, as if he was holding back his moans. He really didn’t want to give himself away so soon, didn’t want to let you see how much this was affecting him, how deeply it was unraveling him inside.

“You don’t need to be so nervous, Tenna,” you purred, your lips brushing the edge of his screen, the soft touch sending a shiver through his form. “I don’t bite. After all, I’m not the one who has those sharp fangs.”

You could almost picture him sinking those fangs into you, the sensation of his teeth against your flesh, drawing you in as if you were his next meal. But this side of him, shy and unsure, was just as thrilling. It was a different kind of temptation that kept you on edge.

“Would you like me to kiss you, Tenna?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

“Yes, oh, yes, please!” he stammered, his breath shaky, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea. “I w-would love that…”

You brushed your nose against his in a soft nuzzle, then leaned in, close enough to feel the warmth and static radiating off his screen. You let the silence linger, savoring the way his composure slowly unraveled, how the anticipation made him ache for more.

“You know,” you murmured, your lips barely an inch from his. “I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you how attractive you are. Especially like this. You look so hot when you want something this badly.”

His breath hitched, and he froze for a moment, the words clearly catching him off guard.

“Really? Oh m-my… I’m f-flattered.” His voice cracked, louder than he intended, a mix of surprise and deepening desire.

The effect you had on him was becoming more evident with the way his entire body trembled. It was almost too much for him to hold onto, the compliments unraveling him bit by bit.

And once you kissed him, he gave everything away. His lips trembled against yours with barely contained need, and as the kiss deepened, his control shattered.

His hips shifted beneath you, the movement more urgent, his body betraying his deepest desire for you. And then, he groaned helplessly under your breath.

But what spiked your desire was hearing the sound of your name on his lips. Your hands moved without thought, drawn to him with urgency, gliding over the soft rolls of his belly, the quick rise and fall of his chest, the strong slope of his shoulders.

Your fingers brushed the silk of his loosened tie, then traced the warm line of his throat, all the way up to his screen. You hadn’t even realized you had been grinding your hips against him this whole time, completly drawn to him with a need that spoke through your body before your mind could catch up.

“Mmmmh, ah, sweetheart, keep moving, you m-make me feel so good,” he murmured, instantly gaining more cowrage as the sexual tension between you heightened. His hands gripped your backside with force, pressing you back and forth against his clothed erection.

Tenna was a moaning breathless mess, struggling to hold back as he teetered on the edge. He was on the brink, trembling with desire, and it had taken nothing more than a few kisses and sweet words to dive him mad with lust. The power you held over him was undeniable, leaving him more captivated than any audience he ever had.

What he didn’t anticipate was how quickly you’d discover his most sensitive vulnerability: his antennae. They fascinated you from the start, twitching and shifting in subtle response to his every emotion.

Mesmerized, you reached out and gently grasped them, curiosity guiding your fingers. You gave them a tentative squeeze, then began to twirl them between your fingers with playful intent.

The effect was immediate. A strained, involuntary groan escaped Tenna’s lips, so loud it filled the whole room. His composure faltered even more, his hips bucking against you as you toyed with his delicate appendages, fully aware of the control you now held. His breath hitched, coming in deep, ragged moans that tore through him, each one trembling with desire.

“Ah, w-wait that’s... a-ah! AH!”

The tension in him built palpably, until finally, unable to take it any longer, he reached up and seized your wrists, his grip firm, his face dark with a mix of desperation and disbelief. But it was too late for him, he had let this go on for far too long...

Tenna’s hands still held your wrists, firm yet trembling with the aftershocks of everything you’d stirred in him. His head dropped, avoiding your eyes entirely. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

This was supposed to be a special night. A moment of connection, of trust, of passion.

And now his pants were damp with the evidence of just how completely you’d unraveled him. The embarrassment burned through him hotter than any fire. He shifted uncomfortably, wishing he could turn invisible.

“I-I’m sorry, sweetheart...” he murmured, his voice a bit hesitant as he hid his face beneath his gloved hands. “That was... pathetic. I doubt anything like this has ever happened to you.”

You let out a soft laugh and leaned in, gently tracing your finger along the edge of his screen where heat and moisture had begun to fog the corners.

Tenna’s tall, solid frame seemed to shrink, as if folding in on itself. His form shifted, becoming a bit smaller than before, and it brought an unexpected relief to your neck.

“And that’s what you’re worried about?” you said, your voice bright against his embarassment. “That might just be the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

His head rose to meet your eyes, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. “What the... What? WHAT?”

“Oh, and don’t think we’re finished just yet,” you murmured, tapping the tip of his narrow, pointy nose with a light boop.

He flinched, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a sheepish, crooked smile.

“I just hope you can give me a minute to recover, sweetie...” he said, tugging at the collar of his button down shirt to let in some air, clearly overheating. “I honestly don’t remember the last time I exercised this much... if you don’t count the stage.”

With a sigh, he unfastened the top button of his shirt, exposing the edge of his collarbone, now glistening faintly with sweat. He loosened his tie, letting it hang slack, and you finally noticed just how warm and sweaty he’d become. He swiped at his face with his forearm, wiping away the sweat before turning to you with awe, as if taking in the sight of you all over again.

“I mean it. You left me breathless, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping an arm around you and gently pulling you down beside him.

His body sank further into the plush cushions of the sofa, head resting against the back as if gravity had finally won.

His warm and sweaty gloved hand found yours and he began drawing slow, tender circles into your palm with the tip of his finger. His screen tilted upward, as if replaying everything in vivid detail. He seemed almost in disbelief, caught between awe and affection.

“You really know how to drive someone completely mad, don’t you?”

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Even if Tenna had an average small dick, it would still be bigger than most. I did the math and considering he’s around 15 feet tall (not counting the antennae), that thing would be about 12 inches long. (roughly 30 centimeters).

Yeah. He’s packing.

Thanks for your attention.

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if theres one thing toby fox can do, it's making tumblr sexymen every couple of years

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Spamtenna remarried

I haven't played chapter 3 yet lmao, but I love this ship sm lol

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“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.

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I felt inspired from last night

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so these two have taken over my brain, more so tenna- only tenna really..