mimi--writes

[mimi--writes]

CW: Smut, edging, bondage

"Please- haah-"

His screen goes static as you turn up the dial on the back of his head, hand still wrapped around his dick, holding off any form of release.

As you tug at one of his antennae, he jerks violently with a sob, writhing within his restraints. Cruelly, you take that as a sign to stop the stimulation altogether, leaving him whining incoherently.

"Please- darling- need you-" he babbles, shivering and sobbing like an absolute wreck.

But you just laugh, putting up a finger to his mouth.

"Do I have to gag you?" You say. The first time you'd brought it up during sex, he'd actively laughed, finding the prospect of being able to gag his television mouth absolutely absurd.

You'd made sure to rectify that behavior properly.

He shakes his head rapidly.

"Good," you say, combining the praise with your returned stimulation, gently palming at his surprisingly sensitive nipples. Really, the amount of sensitive spots on his metallic body was a miracle. An enjoyable one, but a miracle nonetheless. He keens, twitching anxiously as you refuse to relent on teasing.

"Can I...?"

"Ah-Ah," you say. "I don't want you to come yet, babe. And you..."

With a cruel smirk, you say your next words, knowing exactly what kind of effect they'll have on him.

"You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?"

Tenna nods rapidly, going limp.

"I'll be good," he mutters brokenly. "Promise."

You smile, content.

"Good," you say again, generous with the praise, of course. He's earned a little break for now.

But not for long.

You quickly go back to fiddling with his dials until he's on the verge of breaking, a smile on your face the entire time.

This is going to be a wonderful night.

[mimi--writes]

Can we get a fluff headcanons about mr tenna pls like when you first start dating him

(also I enjoyed your yandere tenna fic so much ❤️)

Thank you so muchh, and of course <3!

Early Dating With Tenna

CW: None, just fluff

Notes: this gave me ideas if you know what I mean

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- He is so sweet. Just a gentleman to the absolute maximum.

- You need absolutely anything? Bored? Tired? Hungry? Thirsty? Your pillow is slightly too warm? He'll take good care of it! Just tell him what a good job he's doing, okay?

- His poor interns are both saddled with listening to their boss brag about his absolutely wonderful and gorgeous and perfect partner and he makes them report to him on if you're uncomfortable with absolutely anything. This won't last forever, promise, but he is very prone to fretting and worrying, so bear with him!

- Though he shows love through acts of service—he really, really wants to be useful in general and that just gets amplified with you—he prefers receiving affection through words of affirmation!

- Seriously, he's an absolute sucker for praise. Compliment this man and he will absolutely melt into a puddle. He's insecure, okay? He doesn't get compliments very much anymore (grrrr give me the TV Toriel I adore you madam but I will give him the TLC he needs and deserves 😤)

- If you're one of his employees, expect a lot of preferential treatment. He is, regrettably, not the best at being a fair boss, but he may just be the best at being a boyfriend! Expect tons of extra breaks and privileges.

- He'll probably have you working in his office, too—don't look at him like that, okay? It's not his fault he just likes to see your face!

- On that note he is soso clingy and needy and it's absolutely adorable. Constantly wants to pepper your face with kisses and hold hands.

- But on the flip side, if you give him a taste of his own clinginess, he gets so flustered, he just can't handle receiving any form of affection lmao

- You know that thing he did when he was guilting the fun gang into playing? Yeah he absolutely does that with you.

- "You don't want to cuddle? That's alright... I guess it'll just be me... Alone... In the bed... Getting... Colder... Brrrr—"

- "Oh, what's that? You changed your mind? Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! The Fun-O-Meter's going crazy, folks!"

- Drama queen. He's lucky you love him so much!

- And yes, he will try to pull out the Fun-O-Meter on instinct. Sometimes, he needs a little hard reset to remind him he's not on air anymore.

- Speaking of giving him a hard reset...

- That dial. I could talk about what touching that entails, but that would end up devolving from fluff into smut, I fear. Another time! But that's all for now!

- Also, quick end note: the first time you found a pipis, he freaked out trying to explain himself. Static and the "WOAH MAMA MIA" everywhere. You will never let him live it down.

[mimi--writes]

(New here please help)

Very big Deltarune fan! I love all the characters, but especially the funny TV man with separation anxiety! While I appreciate the fanfics that have already been written for him, I also think it's a shame there aren't more, so I want to add to the count!

Requests are always open, for anything and everything deltarune-related, particularly Tenna and Spamton (Basic, I know, but still)!

And a heads up, I do attempt spicier stuff sometimes, so be warned—all tagged as "smut".

[mimi--writes]

Forever Mine

—"Don't leave me..."

—In which the television you see in your dreams doesn't want you to wake up.

A/N: Someone needed to make a Yandere Tenna fic and I guess it's got to be me. See my vision, I beg of you.

CW: Yandere, Manipulation, Guilt-Tripping

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The Dreemurr family's divorce is a town wide scandal, the 'incident' causing it forever an unspoken haunt to the townspeople.

To you, however, it's the reason you got this nifty little free TV.

It's cool—works just fine, though it has some parental restriction codes that were quite the inconvenience to get through, but it's free. That's right. Zero dollars. You just visited Miss Toriel one day like you thought any good neighbor would. And luckily for you, she asked if you could take her television off her hands, because no one in the family used it anymore, and it just brought back memories she didn't want.

So you helped Miss Toriel and got a free TV. Sweet.

It sits in your house, affectionately nicknamed "Tenna"—because of its long antennae that almost seem to squirm when you touch them. You know it is far from the most modern form of entertainment, but it is entertainment nonetheless, and besides—you've reluctantly grown attached to this television. Late nights on the couch, just you and it, have become commonplace. Sometimes, you even fall asleep.

And on one of those nights, the dreams begin.

You are in a place so dark it's light again—bright, saturated colors in checkered patterns marking the floors, infomercials everywhere, and tons of little flyers with the same fuzzy TV silhouette your eyes can briefly make out.

Okay, what kind of fever dream this is, you don't even know. Might as well just make the best of it.

You pick up a flyer.

"Coming Straight From Your House—Mr. (Ant) Tenna's Marvelous Mystery Board!"

Some sort of game show- wait, did that flyer just talk?

There is suddenly a spotlight on you.

"That's right!" Continues the voice, with the same chipper yet even timbre of a gameshow host. From the wall behind you pops out-

A man with a television head.

A very hot man with a television head.

You would be remiss not to admit it, really. Sure, he does, well, you know, but the TV-head is really just a bonus! On top of that surprisingly charming suit and nice ass, the TV-head fills your brain with ideas that make you wonder if you are deranged.

You decide not to give them the time of day just yet.

Meanwhile, the man with the television head continues to race about his gameshow.

"Special prizes, physical challenges, and more, only on-"

"I'm in," you say, and for all his bravado, the television man—Mister Ant Tenna from the poster, wait, your TV is named Tenna, wait, are you seriously dreaming about your TV as a hot gameshow host—startles noticeably, antennae going ramrod straight.

"You are?" He says. You nod.

"Uh, yeah. Seems cool."

He claps his hands with excitement, and suddenly, a thermometer appears on screen, immediately cracking with excitement.

"Magnificent! Splendid! The Fun-O-Meter's off the chart folks! Mike, play the applause!"

And pre-recorded applause ensues. You wonder if anyone is actually watching. Except no one is watching, because this is a dream.

You go through the motions—play the games, win the prizes. You get Z Rank, because you have what many would call a massive skill issue. But Tenna does not mind, regarding you with the patience of a saint.

The credits roll, but Tenna seems hesitant.

"Maybe- another round?" He suggests. You nod.

"When I come back," you say, before he can get the wrong idea. "Every good show needs an intermission.'

With that, you leave your dream, certain that it really was just that. A one time dream.

But then, the next late night on the couch comes, and you find yourself in that same dream once again.

Tenna's antennae droop as he speaks to you in private afterwards.

"You sure took a lot time!" He says, trying to sound cheery. It fails, though, considering the way he shrinks in discontent. "It's alright though, I get it. It was fun enough, just me and the board- I've- never been good company anyways, and-"

He's trying so hard to sound alright with it that it just makes you feel even more guilty. His antennae droop, and you avert your eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the guilt from stabbing at your heart. It doesn't work.

"You're great company," you say, in lieu of asking how come it was just him and the board when he has all those employees under him. "You know what? I'll stay as many rounds as you want! Seem fair?"

Immediately, he perks up, rapidly growing in excitement, antennae perked back up.

"Absolutely wonderful!" He says. The Fun-O-Meter once again explodes. Applause roars as Tenna starts rambling.

You play and play as many bonus rounds as you can until Tenna is something akin to satisfied. At last, you wake up.

You have slept through the entire day. Angry messages await you, as a result of obligations miserably unfulfilled. You don't even want to check them.

But you do. Typing out responses and making amends.

You wish you were back there, in that dream of yours.

So you stay by the television and fall asleep once more.

And once again, Tenna greets you.

"You came by faster today, darling!" He says. You find yourself liking the nickname, if only because it is him saying it.

You nod.

"That I did."

"Miss me?" He asks, and if he had eyes you just know he'd be batting them innocently.

"No," you start, trying to set up some sort of coy flirtation, but you immediately regret it when he visibly deflates.

"Oh," he says. "I- should have seen that coming. I mean, hah, you're absolutely stellar, darling, and I'm... Just..."

"I- I didn't mean it!" You hastily amend. "I was just joking. Really, I don't even know what I was thinking; I'm sorry!"

He smiles at that, placing a tentative arm on your shoulder.

"You-" he starts, before clearing his throat and trying to regain his composure. "You won't mind if I do this, then?"

And before you can ask what he means, he's pressing a fiery, impassioned kiss to your lips.

It's half-loving, gentle, like you are the most precious thing he has ever held within his arms, half an act of possession, like he wants to lay claim to you in a way no one else can. The possessive half is carried out guiltily, you can tell, the way he gently licks at all the bites he leaves, consoles you when you yelp at the little electric shock he gives.

You've never wanted anything more.

The kiss ends, and you find a gutted sob escaping you. Tenna startles.

"Was that not alright, darling?"

"This- This can't be a dream," you say. You feel pathetic, longing for a relationship conjured up in a fantasy like this. A man born from your own furniture, who obsesses over your happiness like it is his sole priority. That can't be what you want, and yet it is. "Please don't let this be a dream."

You suddenly feel a comforting hand on your back, the touch initially sending a shock down your spine."

"It's not a dream," Tenna says, breath tickling your ear. You can only hope he's right.

You wake up with a start, dreading the day.

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The relationship of your dreams is half fantasy, half nightmare. Tenna is a sweetheart, indeed he is, always fretting over your every concern and comfort, letting your worries melt away with his games and challenges.

And then sometimes he'll snap, scold you or break, and mere moments later, he'll be on his knees, begging not to leave.

"Please stay," he begs you one night, the blow of the wind that should have been pleasant chilling you to your very core. "You're all I have. Please-"

"I will," you nod, gulping. He doesn't believe you, face contorting into its familiar motion, and regardless of having no eyes, it's oh-so expressive that it immediately makes you shoot up with dread.

"Say you love me," he whispers, shaking you with a manic sort of feel. "Say it."

"I love you."

"I don't believe you."

"I- I love you," you say. "Please."

And like some sort of trance has been broken, his head jerks, the hands that were only just shaking you now cradling with the gentleness you normally know.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, kissing reverently as if that'll prove anything. "Don't leave me. Please."

You know you won't. You can't. You'll keep waking up later and later in the day, letting him take more and more out of your time. He is greedy, absolutely ravenous when it comes to you, and he'll devour you whole if that's what you offer.

And yet you offer yourself whole anyways, because you just can't say no.

Time passes. It's all a blur. You remember less and less of your day to day activities, and more and more of your dreams. Of Tenna, sweet and charismatic and pleadingly manic the next. How he beckons for you to stay even when the ring you now recognize as your alarm screams for you to wake up.

And how could you not, when his kisses are so inviting?

It all comes to a head one night.

"Stay," he murmurs, serving you dinner. You sigh.

"You know I will," you say.

"Not like that," he says. "Stay here. Forever."

"For- ever?"

Your eyes widen as the implication of his words catches up to you all too late.

These dreams- no- they're-

"I have a life back outside," you say, panicking as his antennae twitch in displeasure.

"Then you'll leave me to rot...?" He asks, falsely resigned. You gulp. You know him better by now. You know how intelligent he is. How assured.

He knows exactly what you'll say, that he knows you know but you'll do it anyways, damnit-

"That's not what I mean," you say. He sighs.

"Of course you can tell yourself that!" He says. "I really am insignificant... Just a tryst-"

"I'll stay," you say at last, acquiescing as you always have. He beams, kissing you like a touch-starved puppy, and you forget yourself for a few moments.

As far as any of your friends and family know, you will never wake up again.

But as far as you know, intoxicated by the seemingly permanent love in the air, you are the most awake you have ever been.