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I hope to continue making works you guys enjoy, whether it be for the TVs, the sentient dentures, or any future possible additions – I'm a chronic multifandom enjoyer after all, lol
"I used to have next to no libido before these fuckass TVs came along..." Thank god Im not the only one akskshd I was fine and dandy with my propeller hats and comically large lollipops without a single care about anything sexual in the world until that goofy ass TV came into my life and now suddenly I want his lollipop
And of course Null didn't make that ANY better...
...stupid fine ass TVs and their anti-ace powers or whatever the hell they have...
lol, yea...
I consider myself closer to demisexual for various reasons – maybe even closer to smth like fictosexual since I've legitimately never felt that kind of attraction for irl ppl afaik?? – and for the most part my libido is just kinda...there? it's active sometimes but usually I just enjoy sexual content as more like a fun fantasy thing and hardly ever directed towards any character in particular. the times I do read smut of my favs, it's usually more abt the intimacy/trust aspect of it for me than anything else.
and then...well. I open AO3 after ch3+4, deep in my usual denial phase for potential favs, and those fucking wireplay fics break the dam that lead to what I do now. I'd written maybe 2 or 3 smut fics in all my time writing, prior to Tenna and Null, and now I have two smut longfics and a bunch of smut ficlets under my belt. what the hell.
"sorry about that guys i just have something terrible in my system that i had to get out"
START YOUR VILLAIN ARC THEN SIR, GET EVEN WORSE OH MY LAWDDDD, if this is you being "terrible" i wanna see you straight up eviling it.
"just wanna let you guys know that ill be going evil soon but it just has to happen"
LMFAO, no worries I got a giggle out of it
I'm assuming you thought I'd get into writing angst more, and while I do enjoy dabbling in it (<- looking at my current wip for YAIH), a lot of my angst personally feels very tame compared to how others write it – I fear I'm too emotionally sensitive for most angst, especially since I then drag out the comfort part of hurt/comfort lolol
no, the "something terrible" in my system is what I refer to when I don't feel particularly on the ace spectrum at the moment, if you know what I mean LMAO. I used to have next to no libido before these fuckass TVs came along...
you guys seemed to like my little drabble/ramble about cockwarming Tenna, so how about Null gets his turn this time?
unlike Tenna, Null can actually let a session of cockwarming be more casual, should the both of you choose. that's not to say he can't be just as needy or overwhelmed by the sensations of it all, having you seated with his cock inside you up to the base, but he has a lot more self-control, per se. in all honesty, he likes the closeness of the activity, if it doesn't rile him up to the brink of losing his mind; it's just another gesture of trust that he likes to share with you, to know and just feel so intimately that he can be comfortable with you, as well as take pride in knowing that you feel similarly.
if it's not casual, though? the scene is actually drastically dependent on just what headspace he's in at the time.
sometimes, he's willing to let you take the lead upon trusting you enough, which is usually when his neediness is the most apparent. he wants proof that you love him, trust him, so even if you've already taken him inside you completely, leaving him a glitchy and tense mess, he still craves more, wants and needs you to milk him for all he's worth. he's not one to start begging right away, however it's easy to tell when he's letting go of his self-control the more vocal he becomes. gone are the low, clipped grunts from the back of his throat and trembling exhales from trying to keep quiet, melting into something akin to crackling whimpers and full groans from deep in his chest when you startle him with a squeeze around his cock. of course he's embarrassed by the noises he lets out, if his screen occasionally flickering from the complete flush of colored bars is any indication, but by this point he trusts you with this, along with knowing that you get off on seeing him like this too – a part of him hopes that your own building desperation will drive you to start moving sooner or later, to relieve each other of this torment that he can't get enough of either way.
a lot of the time, however, he does prefer to take control, and he's actually very considerate about it – if you hadn't irritated him just prior to settling yourself down on him, that is. cockwarming Null usually leads to him holding you close, letting him feel the rapid pace of your heartbeat, whether it be through your chest against his or where he nestles himself against your throat, biting and nipping at your skin and telling you all kinds of things in a hushed and staticky tone, ranging from soft praise about how well you're taking him, how you feel so good, how you had to have been made just for him, to cheeky teasing about how tightly you're squeezing him, how your own need is dripping so much that he's not sure who's making the bigger mess right now, all the way to pure debauchery, telling you just how much he's holding himself back from pounding into you and making sure you can feel just how much he's been craving you for days afterward.
no matter the case, he's incredibly handsy with you either way. he has no shame in groping your ass, even if he's struggling to stop from cumming prematurely because you squeezed around his cock in response, and he loves grabbing at you wherever he can reach, to map out your body no matter how familiar he is with it already. his greed for you also leads him to pull you in for kisses often, relishing in the noises you let out into his and appreciating the muffling of his own noises into yours. all the while, his plug-in cord cheekily assists him one way or another, whether that be latching around your leg to help him adjust your position, or even sneaking part of the cord down to toy with you a little, regardless of his headspace or whether you were cruel enough to restrain his hands. that being said, he'll gladly restrain yours with his cord too, bounding them behind your back so he can feel you up just as much as he wants, to see what exactly gets you to clench around his cock so deliciously.
it's easy to assume he'd be too impatient for longer cockwarming sessions, and while that can definitely be the case sometimes, his patience for you is different, compared to everything else. he's more than willing to take his time and just take all the sensations in, drinking in every little reaction he can get from you. he's truly insatiable with you, so never expect the fun to finish up anytime soon just because one of you came. the constant edging already has him ready to go again, refractory period for his system be damned.
Someone already said that but that cockwarming post ough 💔🙏
So pathetic. i love him. and i love you for this
PS: do you plan on having a null version of that one? /genuine question I don't mean to sound pushy
hehe, thank you 🫶 it's one of my fav kinks but I'd never rlly tried exploring the idea of doing so with Tenna until it hit me at 4am last night. I already knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until I got that out of my system... smth abt Tenna losing his mind abt not being able to do anything when he's right there; it's even more pathetic of him if Reader isn't as fazed or purposely teases him...
I could certainly try a Null version soon if anyone's interested! :] I can already imagine the differences in how he'd handle it compared to Tenna 👉🙂↕️👈
Fell asleep last night, woke up to cock warming post. Life is good
I'm glad you enjoyed!
it's taken me way too long to realize I can indulge in my own kinks with my writing, so it'd be fun to try that again with some of the others... we'll see!
lately I've been thinking about what it'd be like to cockwarm Tenna...
it's usually a miracle in and of itself for him to keep his stature under control so he doesn't start growing while he's inside you – he's just so happy to have you like this, you understand – so cockwarming him would be a challenge for him specifically. you just feel so good, your heat enveloping his cock so tightly; don't be surprised if he bucks his hips just a little, trying to get any kind of movement like this, trying to scavenge for all the pleasure he can get because he wants more, needs more. having you like this in the first place is already so much for him, he's already leaking so pathetically inside you, and yet it's perpetually not enough, for as long as you stay firmly seated in his lap.
he tries to hold out for you, he really does, but he just craves so deeply that he's already begging a few minutes in. he's being good for you, don't you see? surely you can spare him with just a little grinding and show him some mercy, right? his breath is shaky, his voice is already a pitch higher than usual and compressing under the stress of trying to be still, to be so, so good for you. his screen struggles to keep the full display of colored bars on, glitching particularly hard when you squeeze his cock, his desperate noises clipping through. please, have mercy on him, he's already so close, don't tease him like this...
if his hands are free, then they are all over you in the meantime. specifically, he finds himself grasping at your thighs for some sense of stability, but otherwise he loves to hold you by your waist or your behind. though, in this instance, it's a bit difficult for him to feel you up so intensely, given how squeezing your ass usually results in you involuntarily squeezing around his cock in return... this entire set-up is so cruel, and yet he can't get enough of it. if you feel like being even more cruel and restraining his hands one way or another, then inevitably you'll have his plug-in cord wrapped tightly around your thigh or waist; he needs connection, despite how you're already connected so deeply with each other.
cockwarming Tenna is not a casual affair, as much as you perhaps try to make it out to be. he's a showman that wants it all, and being forced to the edge like this, having you so intimately but not quite all the way... he's desperate to get you to fall apart for him, just like how he's falling apart for you. depending on the scene, he'll do his best to stop from cumming prematurely, and just let you use him – he'll gladly let himself go crazy from the constant edging if it makes you happy.
sometimes, though...his impatience can get the better of him. he may be apologizing for cutting your fun short, but the way he starts grabbing at you and moving you on his cock like you weigh nothing to him might say otherwise, whatever restraints might've been involved be damned. he just needs to have you so badly, and he's tired of being teased, even if unintentionally.
seriously though, thank you for your stories. they've helped a lot recently! sometimes i feel a little weird about the flavor of queer that i am, but your blog's been a safe spot for me. happy pride!!!!!!
be who you areee for your priiide ✨️ /ref
anyway, thank you, I'm happy to hear my work helps out! and it's an honor to be a safe spot for you. you're more than welcome here, no matter your identity <3
I kindly ask for a fic where Tenna (regular flavor) helps reader (gn) through a particularly bad mental health spot. As in, severe self loathing and blaming themselves for everything. But also reader being there for Tenna when he has his troubles.
Source of Strength
wc: ~1.5k (Pt. 1), ~1.4k (Pt. 2). Tenna/Reader, second person POV. self-loathing, comfort (Pt. 1), reverse comfort (Pt. 2), heavy fluff.
a/n: I spoiled myself with this one and therefore I'm spoiling you guys – two fics in one request, essentially. the first part will be Tenna comforting Reader, and the second part will be Reader comforting Tenna. that last part in the req set off a whole other fic idea in my head, so here you go!
You're well aware that you've been struggling as of late. Regardless of what you do, whether it be indulging in your interests or hobbies, or simply trying to rest, nothing seems to be helping. When you're not resting, your mind keeps insisting that what you're doing isn't good enough, will never be good enough. And when you are resting, it switches to berating you about being lazy, that you'll never amount to anything if you don't get up and do something.
No matter what you do, you can't win. You want to hope that these feelings will pass, but as each day stretches on, that hope dwindles more and more.
You try to pretend you're alright so you don't concern anyone, but that unfortunately doesn't last very long. The second you step into the green room for tonight's show and your eyes flit over to where Tenna's waiting for you, he's clearly taken aback by something upon seeing you, if the rise of his upper frame is any indication, however it shifts to what almost looks like a bittersweet smile. He adjusts his height closer to your own as he steps closer.
"C'mere, sweetheart." He carefully reaches for your hand, and when you don't oppose, frankly confused by his change in behavior, he tugs you closer to him. Using his other hand to hold your head close to his chest, he releases your hand with the other to wrap it around your waist.
Immediately, your eyes sting with tears. Still, you try to brush it off, hesitantly raising your hands up to his arms as you ask, "What are you...?"
"You've got that glooby look in your eyes, _____. I know it when I see it."
...Is it really that obvious?
Your fragile act breaks more, yet you try to maintain your composure. Despite the faint sound of music playing through the overhead speakers, it's not enough to cover up the fact that you can still hear some of Tenna's staff idling around in the green room. It's embarrassing, but it's almost impossible to stop the tears building in your eyes. You quietly sniffle.
The fact that Tenna immediately noticed your somber mood makes you feel ashamed, yet...understood, in a way.
Whether he seems to take notice in the way you curl into him out of embarrassment or not, he pulls away just enough to take your hand again. You can't bear to look up at him again – not when he figured you out so easily – so you keep your gaze angled towards your hand entangled with his, despite how your vision begins to blur. "Let's go to my office, okay?" He offers.
You don't trust your voice by now, so you simply nod. Thankfully, that's enough for him.
Guilt begins to creep along your skin as you follow Tenna's guidance through the hallways. It's your fault that the two of you are diverting elsewhere now, instead of just starting his show like usual. It's your fault Tenna has to comfort you while you're like this, because you couldn't pull yourself together well enough to pretend like everything's fine. Surely he's just doing this out of pity, or some kind of obligation.
It's your fault. It always is.
Upon entering his office with the door shut behind the two of you, Tenna brings you back in for another hug. Again, you hesitate to reciprocate – you don't deserve this. You're being selfish, forcing all of his attention on you like this. At the very least, you will yourself to rest your hands near his waist, just so he doesn't get the idea that you're upset with him in particular; you're not keen on adding another problem to the pile.
"...Talk to me?" Tenna prompts carefully. "What's got you so down, darling? You know I'll do anything to fix it, right? I already miss seeing that smile of yours."
Another pang of guilt stabs into your chest, and you feel your heart lurch uncomfortably in response. It's difficult to murmur through the growing lump in your throat as you choke out, "'M sorry."
"Hey, h-hey, don't be sorry." Tenna's voice shakes a little with worry, one of his hands sliding up to the back of your head like before. "It's okay, you're okay. But...if, if there's anything I can do to make it better, then please tell me. I can always put one of your favorites on for you, if you'd like. We can stay here, just the two of us, for as long as you need to."
As helpful as spending time with Tenna like that can usually be, right now...you know your mind will just go back to berating you for being lazy, on top of the guilt you already feel for interrupting his schedule like this. You shake your head against him, muttering, "You're busy."
"Not anymore. My star needs me, so everything else can wait. Mike can just put on a rerun for me."
"No, wait—"
"_____, sweetheart, I don't want you onstage when you're feeling like this – so down in the dumps. I promise it's alright, they'll understand."
Unfortunately, that doesn't help, as you start to feel that sting in your eyes again. You're interrupting everything just because you're in a bad mood, and now his staff is going to have to deal with the consequences too. Your voice wobbles harshly when you try to apologize again, however Tenna quietly hushes you partway through and gives you a gentle squeeze. It's nice, enough that you're able to raise your hands to his shoulders to finally reciprocate the hug.
Part of you still feels as though you don't deserve his kindness. But with the way he holds you like you mean something, everything to him, that dwindling hope you had before about these feelings passing is starting to come back, albeit slowly. You want to hope that you'll be okay – for now, you just hope that Tenna can help, despite how your mind aggressively opposes the idea.
You sniffle, one of the tears lingering in your eyes slipping down your cheek and onto his suitcoat. As you try to pull away to wipe your eyes, Tenna's faster, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek. The silk of his glove is soft against your skin as he gently swipes the lingering trail away – he's more gentle with you than you would've been with yourself.
All you can do is eye the dark spot on his suitcoat, still too ashamed to look towards his screen again. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart." He assures you right away. "You're just feeling exceptionally glooby right now, but it's okay. I'll do whatever it takes to make you smile again."
"...But I stained your suit."
"Oh trust me, this thing's been through much worse. Remember that stunt I told you about, when I covered myself in gold paint?"
You don't have any kind of remark for that, though you do recall the event in question. He went on for ages about how long it took to get all the paint off, and just how peeved his dry-cleaners were with him after that stunt. If they had to deal with getting gold paint off his entire suit, then some tear stains are probably trivial to them.
You're taken out of your thoughts by the feeling of warm static against your forehead. Your cheeks flush a little, even more so when Tenna tells you, his voice achingly gentle, "I love you, sweetheart. Whatever pesky little thoughts are going through your head right now, please don't pay them any mind. You're still my sweet starlight, and always will be, no matter what. Okay?"
"...Even when I'm like this?"
"Especially when you're like this. Even if I can't get you to smile for me soon, and this gloobiness insists on being so stubborn, then I'll just be even more stubborn by sticking by your side until it goes away! I know you'll be okay sooner or later, if I have anything to say about it!"
Something about his peppy energy returning and his silly approach to the situation is enough to get you to crack, just a little. You let out a quiet huff, one corner of your mouth curling just slightly, and Tenna immediately latches onto that. "See, we're already making progress! I'm so proud of you, _____!"
You purse your lips for a moment, feeling a slight churn in your stomach over his praise; it feels...undeserving, to you. "I haven't even done anything..."
"No, you smiled! Granted, it was small, but I still saw it!"
Tenna moves his other hand to cup your other cheek now, holding your face in his hands as he gently nuzzles his screen against your head for a moment. He giggles, clearly delighted, "At this rate, you'll be smiling and laughing again in no time!"
...It's hard not to believe him. Maybe you'll feel better sooner rather than later, thanks to him.
If there's one thing you know about Tenna, it's that when he's in a bad mood, the whole studio is affected by it. So when you arrive at the studio tonight and hear some of his staff sighing with relief at your arrival and muttering aloud, "You're finally here," you already know something's gone wrong, and that they've left him for you to check on.
After inquiring his whereabouts, you make your way to the C-Rank room, where he'd apparently decided to hide out for the time being. You easily spot the water cooler towards the back of the room, with no one occupying it, but it takes you a moment to find the showman, ironically enough, until you glance over and notice him sitting in the front corner of the room. Immediately, you register that his stature is much smaller than your own right now, and he has his knees pulled to his chest, his screen dark and faint trails of luminous static leaking from the bottom corners and down his frame. His antennae hang pathetically over his screen, and his plug-in cord is snaked over the top of his golden dress shoes.
It's hard not to feel pitiful for him, despite whatever's upset him.
Whether he's noticed you yet or not, you aren't sure. Regardless, you're careful as you step closer, ultimately deciding to take a seat on the floor next to him. He visibly tenses a little, judging by the rise of his padded shoulders, but otherwise doesn't acknowledge your arrival.
It must be really bad, then.
You're aware it's redundant, but you ask anyway, "...Are you okay?"
There's a long stretch of silence, until Tenna sniffles quietly. His voice is compressed and shaky as he murmurs, "...I'm not glooby."
"You could've fooled me." You attempt to remark lightheartedly. When Tenna gives no response to that, you decide to try a different approach. "Do you...wanna talk about it? About what happened?"
"...I'm losing touch, aren't I?" The tone of his voice is so startlingly serious this time that you can't help feeling a slight chill for a moment. You want to ask what he means, but Tenna starts going on a tangent right away, releasing his hands from where he's had them wrapped around his knees to gesture at the air in front of him. "I mean— The ratings don't lie, I'm— I'm outdated! I'm nothing at this point! I can't keep the audience entertained anymore, and sooner or later I'll...I'll be—..."
Tenna lets out a heart-wrenching hiccup, choking on a sob and raising his hands to his screen. His rambling turns incoherent, due to his overwhelming emotions and his voice glitching as a result of that. Carefully, you scoot closer, enough for your arm to nudge against his. "Hey, hey, don't think like that, Tenna. You were so excited about the ratings last week, weren't you? If there's a dip in them this week, then that just means we try to figure out what caused it and work from there."
"W-We did the sa—ame gigs we alwa—ays do, _____," Tenna's voice breaks several times in between his sobs, "and it's ju—st not enough anymo—ore! At this rate I'm go—onna get thrown awa—"
"Shh, no you're not." You gently hush him, reaching over to wrap your arm around his backside. "You're not going anywhere, Tenna – not if I have anything to say about it."
While you're unsure if he believes you – or is even willing to listen right now – he still reaches over to you, now that you're touching him directly. His grip on your sleeve is desperate, yet you don't comment on it, quietly helping him settle sideways across your lap. He's so small right now that he's able to lean his head against your chest, and though he manages to get a few tears on you, you pay it no mind, despite the tingling sensation it leaves.
Tenna grasps the hand you offer him like a lifeline, while you use the other to run along his back, in an attempt to comfort him. "Y-You don't thi—ink I'm old news, right? You're not t-tired of me?" He whimpers through his sniffles.
You respond easily, leaning your head down to rest against his, "I think you're still plenty entertaining, Tenna. I could never get tired of you."
"You're just s-sa—aying that."
"I'm not. I always have a lot of fun with you when I guest-star, I promise. Maybe this is just a bad week for the show, and next week's ratings will get better, just like before."
"And what if they're bad again?! What if the—ey get worse?!" He cries, only to soften into weak sobs again as you gently hush him. His tight grasp on your hand squeezes you now and then, accompanied with a tingle on your skin when another one of his tears hits you. You simply squeeze his hands back when prompted, which seems to help, somewhat.
Once he's a bit calmer again, you answer, "Then we'll figure it out. Remember, you don't have to deal with this alone, okay? You've got your staff to help, and you'll always have me, no matter what."
"...Y—ou promise?"
"I promise. I'll always love TV, and I'll always love you. Don't forget that."
Tenna seems overcome with his emotions again as he starts to cry once more, though thankfully his tears come more passively than in full sobs like before. His cord finds your leg in the meantime, coiling around your knee with a gentle pressure that you disregard for the time being. You press your lips on the edge of the base for his antennae, eliciting a hitched breath from the showman.
You continue, your lips still barely gracing where you'd kissed him, "You'll be okay, Tenna. I know you will. You're very capable and witty when you put your mind to it, so I know that you'll get those ratings back up in no time. And I'll be right there to help you the whole time, okay?"
"...Oka—ay."
Good, at least you know he's listening to you.
"Can...Can you say it again?"
"Say what?"
Tenna squeezes your hand again, and feeling you return the gesture without a second thought seems to be the encouragement he needs. He sniffles again, but mutters, "...That you love me?"
You can't help smiling a little. After pressing another kiss to his antennae's base, you softly tell him, "I love you, Tenna. I'll always love you, no matter what."
It's impossible to suppress the giggle bubbling in the back of your throat when Tenna regains a bit of height, just enough that he can lean his head on your shoulder now. He seems to perk up a little at the sound of your laughter, angling his dark screen up towards you. Carefully, you release his hands, and when he doesn't oppose, you shift to hold the bottom corner of his frame, swiping the trail left behind from his tears.
"...Again?" He asks almost hesitantly.
This time, you move both your hands to tug him closer, giggling again when he lets out a small, surprised noise but returns the hug as best as he can in this position. You kiss at the side of his frame now. "I love you."
Another fraction of height returns; by now, he must be close to your height, with his head above yours whilst seated in your lap. He audibly flusters a little upon realizing, yet you hold firm and squeeze him gently, earning another clipped gasp.
Looking up at him finally, like you're used to, you're greeted with the faint reflection of yourself in his screen, but you still smile for him. "I love you, Tenna."
...Slowly, his hands grasp at your sleeves with a similar intensity as before. A couple more tears stubbornly slip down his frame, and after another sniffle, he leans down enough to rest his upper frame against your forehead. "...Thank you. I love you too, sweetheart."
You know he'll need some more pampering before he's ready to show himself to his audience, let alone anyone else, but you don't mind in the slightest. For now, you're more than content to stay here with Tenna, making sure he understands that you want to be there for him, no matter how glooby he gets.
Just wanted to drop in and say Happy Pride! Your fics have honestly helped me accept more parts of who I am, as silly as that is. Hope you have a good month and I can't wait to see whatever you write next <3
happy pride !!! 🫶
that's awesome actually, I'm so honored my work has helped you in such a way! you deserve to be comfortable and happy with yourself, and it means a lot to hear that I managed to have a part in that, even if it's just through little fanfics abt kissing TVs, lol
as a gay transmasc myself, happy pride to all of you!
chronic pain guy from before, just checked ur page and omg we've been absolutely fed, gamers......
hehe, thank you 🫶
I had a lot of fun writing that one tbh – they're both horndogs and I felt like they'd have wildly different reactions to being presented with that kind of situation, so it was interesting thinking abt exactly how they'd handle it. it's cute to think that Tenna would still try to play a gentleman that's a bit ashamed abt being a pervert, while Null has...no shame, lol.
i saw someone mention you selfshipping with Null (it appeared in search results for paranoiac intervals) and at first i thought of null / joshua moon from kiwi farms... i kinda selfship with Joshua "Null" Moon tbh and your posts are a lot funnier if im thinking about them applying to the kiwi farms / mati guy instead lol
I gotta go back to the drawing board and figure out a new name for Defernull Tenna now guys, this is embarrassing /j
jokes aside, that is funny lol... I've come across some other characters that also go by Null and I instinctively perk up before realizing it's not my Null lmfao, so seeing smth similar happen to someone else bc of me....... whoops...
still, I'm glad you like my posts, even if they're not technically for the Null you had in mind hehe
Ahhhhh omg ive been waiting for your requests to be open I absolutely love ur writing smm!!! I was wondering how you would write for null and tenna if they found reader stuck in a compromising position :>>>
Returning The Favor
wc: ~1.6k (Tenna), ~1.1k (Null). Tenna/Reader, DN!Tenna/Reader (separate), second person POV. suggestive, admittedly corny premise (lol), light grinding, implications of taking things further
a/n: despite the set-up to this one turning out kinda funny to me, I had fun writing just how differently they'd handle this kind of situation. hope you enjoy!
If You Continue, You Consent To 18+ Content. You Have Been Warned.
It's a regular occurrence now for you to help with the sets during commercial breaks. Sure, you're the contestant of the show and the showman's favorite guest-star, but given how much time you spend at the studio, you almost feel like part of the staff by now. It's admittedly kind of fun to help out, getting to see the ins and outs of the stage, and you're sure his crew appreciates the assistance too, given how elaborate some of these sets can get.
Unsurprisingly, your TV initially tried to pitch a bit of a fit about you helping them, insisting they don't need it, but it's nothing some affection and assurance couldn't solve. You always promise him you'll be careful.
As you're helping out with tonight's set, you're tasked with fetching a few things from one of the storage closets just past the green room. Upon stepping inside, you're somewhat taken aback by just how cluttered the space is, but you figure that as long as you're careful, you should be fine...
Seeing various props stacked on top of one another like some kind of jenga tower doesn't exactly bode confidence for your well-being, but what you can see is mostly either cut-outs for various game boards or relatively lightweight props. At worst, you'll probably get a soft bump to the head and a slight startle. Hopefully.
As luck would have it, however, what should've been a menial task falls apart as swiftly as the tower of props does. There's a small opening in the midst of it that you lean down to see if you can spot what you were sent here to look for, and apparently so much as breathing on it causes the tower to start wobbling. You don't get enough time to back away, as the mess of props from the top come tumbling down, pinning you to the mess underneath you. Thankfully, nothing's jabbing into your body, however being pinned like this doesn't give you the space to push against whatever's digging into your backside. With your feet still thankfully planted on the floor, you attempt to try and wiggle yourself out one way or another, your arms trying to push at anything you can reach, but to no avail.
You're stuck. Seems these props aren't as lightweight as you assumed. Even worse, you can tell you're stuck in an incredibly unfortunate position as well – whoever walks in next is going to get a full view of your behind with your upper body obscured.
Despite your face quickly flushing with embarrassment, you decide to start calling out for help so you aren't stuck like this for too long. Maybe someone's already on their way, given how loud the props were as they fell, but better to be sure. "Hello? Anyone out there?"
There's a lapse of silence, leaving you to groan as the situation further dawns on you. So much for being careful... You can already imagine the earful your beloved showman is going to give you when he inevitably hears about this.
You try again, louder this time. "HELLO?"
There's another pause where there's nothing, and just when you're about to give up hope of getting out of here sooner rather than later, you suddenly hear a door click open just behind you. As if being caught like this wasn't bad enough though, you hear a familiar voice say your name, clearly confused.
Tenna
"_____?"
"Tenna?" Even though you can't see him like this, you still try to turn your head as best as you can towards his voice. "What are you doing out here? Uh— Actually, can you help me out of here first?"
"Well, I noticed you had left and heard a bit of commotion when I was coming to find you, so I wanted to see what was going on!" You hear his voice coming closer after the door shuts behind him, accompanied with the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor. "You, ah..."
There's a brief pause where everything goes silent. While you're not sure what's caught his attention, you frankly don't care right now, given you currently have much bigger concerns. You prompt again, "Tenna? Can you help me?"
"OH! R-Right, right! Silly me!" He laughs somewhat nervously, which only makes you more curious. Despite that, you're still more focused on getting out of this mess first and foremost before it can get any worse.
You feel some of the props against your back shift, until suddenly the weight against it is lifted. Taking this advantage, you push against the props beneath you to push back, quickly slipping out and falling onto your behind as Tenna drops what he's lifting once you're out. A few smaller props fall to the floor from the harsh jostle, with one of them audibly shattering on the other side of the pile. Both you and Tenna grimace a little at the sound – that'll be a problem for whenever this storage closet gets cleared out, if it ever does.
After a moment when the pile seems to fully settle, you sigh, relieved. "Thanks, Tenna. I, uh... I don't think I'm gonna find what I was looking for in here now, so let's head back and—"
"UH— W-Wait a sec, why don't we just—!"
Tenna turns further away from you, and it occurs to you that he never looked your way in the first place after helping you out. As you help yourself to your feet, you watch the way he darts his head this way and that across the pile of props. His voice sounds a pitch higher than usual and almost frantic when he explains, "Surely we can find something similar in here at least!"
"Mm, maybe, but... I just don't think it's worth going through all that, especially since there's broken glass involved now." Even though he's not looking your way, you still gesture to the mess in question. You know he can be a bit persistent or stubborn at times, but you know better than to risk your luck again just so you can be helpful to him and his crew. You're lucky you were only uncomfortably squished for a few minutes, so you're not really willing to try again when you know the chances of getting cut just got a lot higher.
"Right! Right, you make a good point, sweetheart! Uhm, why don't you head back then, and I'll stay back to try and look for it myself?"
You tilt your head curiously. He's still firmly turned towards the pile, yet he hasn't touched a thing yet. You question, "...Are you okay?"
"Huh?!" Tenna whips his head towards you, and you're finally able to see his screen as he glances over his shoulder at you. You're made even more suspicious of him when you immediately notice the heavy tinge of colored bars across the upper section of his screen, but he quickly deflects before you can say anything, "Wh-What do you mean? I've never been better, haha! I-If anything, I should be asking you if you're okay, what with that little mishap and all!"
"I'm okay. But you're blushing a lot right now."
"Ah— Haha! So I am! Uh—..."
Tenna stiffly turns his head away once more, angling his body to face his backside completely towards you now. You furrow a brow; why are you the less embarrassed one in regards to this entire predicament? It's not like Tenna's the one that got caught with his ass sticking out for anyone to—
...It dawns on you that he's not embarrassed – well, not embarrassed for the reason you had initially thought. You can't help smirking a little at the idea, if what you suspect is true.
What a way to be reminded that Tenna's a bit of a pervert.
You step over to his side, turning your attention to the pile of props, though it's hard not to acknowledge when Tenna's screen peeks at you just from your peripheral. "Regardless, I'd like to help, if you're planning to stay. I couldn't get much of a look around before I got stuck, so... Two heads are better than one, I suppose."
"But... The glass...?"
You chance a glance over at him, and smile. "I'll be careful. Promise. It sounded like it was on the other side, so I should be okay if I stay on this side."
With that assurance, you step away and over to a plastic tub that had been sitting at the bottom of the pile, towards the front. Carefully, you tug it out from underneath what had fallen on it, and when only the props just nearby fall while the rest stays intact, you tug the box a bit further out and pop the lid off. Of course there's more miscellaneous props packed inside, alongside various gadgets and what looks to be some old prizes for that giant gacha ball machine Tenna has.
You lean down to start digging around, and promptly hear a hitch of breath just behind you. It takes every ounce of self-control to not look back or laugh at his absolute lack of subtlety. Yet, he still doesn't acknowledge the predicament he's found himself in now. While you do find him sweet for trying to remain polite after finding you so embarrassingly compromised, you figure that if the two of you are here, you can allow a bit of fun – his staff will be fine for now while you indulge him.
In an attempt to further provoke him, you glance over your shoulder, trying not to snort at how he whips his head away to face his flushed screen back to the pile he still hasn't touched at all. "Could you come here, Tenna? It's a bit difficult to see in this tub with the poor lighting in here."
He jolts slightly, turning his head back to you. Despite the severe blush across his screen, he still smiles at your request, albeit awkwardly. "Oh! U-Uh, yes, right away, dear!"
So cute.
You turn your head back and listen to the click of his shoes as he steps closer, and judging by the light of his screen blanketing the contents of the box below you in an array of colors, he's situated himself right behind you. Figures.
But perfect for your next move.
You shift to step back, just a little, and as you plant your hands on the rim of the tub, you feel the back of your leg nudge against the front of his. Tenna's breath hitches again, and suddenly you feel both his hands plant themselves around your waist. They're warm, and just large enough that they envelop you just the way you like it. "Ah— Ahaha, c-careful, sweetheart, we wouldn't want you—"
You glance back at him once more, flashing him a cheeky smirk, and the awkward grin on his screen morphs into one of guilt as something seems to dawn on him. He purses his lips, angling his head away just enough to make his shame clear. "...You already found out, didn't you." He doesn't even phrase it as a question.
"Found out what?" You ask teasingly, adding a small lilt to your voice. As you turn away and straighten your posture to lean back into him, it's then that you finally feel his excitement press into your backside, eliciting a soft giggle out of you while the showman tries and fails to suppress a whiny grunt. "Ohhh, that... Yea, I knew. You're not subtle, Tenna."
You know that if you looked at him now, he'd have a plethora of pixelated sweat drops on his screen. He mutters, clearly ashamed, "...I'm sorr—"
"Don't be. How much longer are the commercials running for?"
"Huh?" You feel his hands grasp your waist a little tighter for a moment, taken off guard by your question. "Oh, uh... Given the elaborate set-up we're doing, I had them throw in a whole filler episode while we get it put up, actually."
"Then we have plenty of time to take care of you."
"Wh— Take care of—?"
Your arch your back slightly, and that's enough to push against the strain at the front of his slacks. Tenna gasps sharply, followed by a trembling mix of a sigh and groan as he curls himself in a little to press more of himself into you. With another smirk, you prompt, "I can think of a few ways to thank you for helping me out when I got stuck in that mess. You want me to show you?"
There's a small pause as Tenna seems to ponder his options for a moment. Then, suddenly, his hands around your waist tug you closer, pressing you firmly against him and letting you feel just how excited he is, as well as how hot he's running. He leans his head down, enough to nuzzle his screen in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. The warm tingling of static on your skin exhilarates you, especially when he murmurs, "...Only if you lean down again."
You don't need to be told twice.
Null
"_____?"
Shit. The moment you recognize that voice, you already know you're in a heap of trouble. What kind of trouble, you aren't sure yet, but all you know is that Null's going to get a kick out of your embarrassment, one way or another.
You don't get a word out to ask for help before he starts chuckling. "Oh, now this is priceless. Let me guess, are you stuck?"
"Tenna, please just help me out of here. Don't make it worse."
"But where's the fun in that?" You listen to the sound of the closet door clicking shut, followed by the click of his shoes as he steps closer to you. "I feel like I walked straight into the plotline of a cheap porno."
"How do you know about those?!"
"I think you have other things to be concerned about right now, _____. Namely, how exactly are you getting out of this?"
"Well, are you gonna help?"
"Hard to say. I'm liking the view I'm getting from here, frankly."
Oh my god. You're well aware of his perverted fascination with your ass, but frankly now isn't the time for that. "Tenna, please, this is uncomfortable and I don't know if I'm gonna get hurt if I stay stuck in this!"
There's a small pause, a lapse in the blatant teasing towards your predicament. Just as you're debating whether to gripe or plead with him again, you hear Null let out a sigh. "Alright, alright, no need to start crying. I wouldn't let you get hurt in the first place – not if I can help it."
Part of you is tempted to get snappy with him again, but given what you can tell is sincerity laced in his tone, you relent and stay quiet for the time being. You hear him step closer, and jolt slightly when you suddenly feel a touch near your waist. "Calm down, I'm just trying to figure out how to get you out." Null teases just a little this time, his gloved thumb rubbing into your side to try and soothe your tension.
It works somewhat, at least. You attempt to relax, even as you hear his other hand shifting some of the props above you and tossing others towards the back of the room. Given you're not sure what all is in this mess, you figure it's best you don't question his admittedly slower method of trying to get you out – you've already seen some weirdly heinous shit in the studio, so who knows if there's anything dangerous in here.
With seemingly some time to kill, you decide to ask, "...So... Was the commotion from all this what brought you out here?"
"Technically, no. Originally, I was keeping an eye on you after you left the stage room, and I came out here when you hadn't returned yet."
Null tosses something that clearly had some weight to it, landing towards the back with a loud bang and startling a yelp out of you. Your heart races in your chest, accentuated by the pressure against it, though you slowly ease up not long afterwards by the feeling of his hand rubbing your side again, presumably to comfort you.
Once your heart feels less stuck in your throat, you question, "Keeping an eye on me?"
"Security cameras, doll."
Right. Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised – you just didn't think he'd use them the second you're out of his immediate line of sight. But knowing him and his weariness of letting you hang out around his staff, it only makes sense.
"What about the others?"
"Trust me, I'm keeping an eye on them too. They know this, so they'll behave – for now, at least."
A few more items are tossed, and thankfully you're starting to feel the pressure against your back lessen over time. You take in as deep of a breath as you can get to try and relax once more.
...It takes a moment for you to notice that everything's gone quiet again. Null hasn't tossed anything else, yet the hand at your waist hasn't moved at all, so clearly he's still next to you. Or right behind you. It's impossible to tell from here.
Hesitantly, you question, "...Tenna? Is something wrong?"
You hear a faint huff after another pause, as if he took amusement in your words. "...Just...give me a second."
Suddenly, you jolt again when something slim wraps around one of your ankles a few times. You only get a second to register that it's his plug-in cord before it's gently tugging your leg away from the other. When you feel Null's other hand situate itself on the other side of your waist, you decide to pipe up before he can escalate this any further, "Are you kidding me right now?!"
"Hey, can you blame me?" He chuckles again. His thumbs dig a little into the flesh of your waist, causing you to twitch and fail to suppress a quiet whimper that slips out of your mouth. Whether he heard that or not isn't acknowledged as he continues, "It's hard to resist a sweet little thing like you trapped like this."
"But the—"
"I moved everything I deemed a hazard to you already. You can push yourself out now if you wanted to; I know you're capable enough. But... If you don't feel like moving just yet..."
His thumbs press a bit harder, and you swallow thickly. If you're technically safe, like he says...
Null releases one side of your waist to trail his gloved hand up your lower spine – what isn't still caught under the props pinning you down, at least. His touch sends a pleasant shiver across your body, pooling into a needy warmth developing in your stomach when he shifts to close what little space is left between you and let you really feel just how excited you've made him. He prompts you again, audibly a little breathless, "Give me a color, _____."
"...Yellow."
His movements pause, giving you the chance to add, "Just...help me get whatever's still on top of me out of the way. I wanna be able to look back at you if we're doing this."
A brief lapse of silence follows, until Null eventually begins to snicker. He gently nudges his hips against you once, just barely rutting into you, as he hums with amusement, his tone deeper than before, "Such a cute little thing for me... You have a deal. Just stay like this then, I got you."
You trust he will, not just with getting the props off of you, but with the now insatiable heat in both your lower stomach and where you want, need him more than anything. Clearly, the show can wait until the two of you get this out of your systems.
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