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HAI!! WELCOME TO MY TENNA BLOG!

I'm Rey, and my sona is named Sparrow! I'm a voidsharing raiko tenna selfshipper!!

I use she/they pronouns and canine bio terms!

I will also post/reblog stuff of sexual nature, but it will all be tagged with #suggestive, so if you don't like that stuff just filter it! ^^

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Semifinals (2/3)

Gomez Addams (The Addams Family)

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)

Remaining time: 2 days 2 hours

[t-v-time]

EVERYONE VOTE TENNA

[vanillasweetpie]

nsfw, submissive top Tenna

Tenna, who gets so worked up during foreplay that he is crying by the time you finally let him fuck you. his massive need to be wanted and needed by you hits him like a wave the second his thick tip notches against your entrance, so he shatters before he's even inside. it's too much, you don't even know what you're doing to him, his sweetest obsession, the one he's been pining after for so long.

“’m not going to last at all... oh, my superstar, thankyouthankyou, you're too good to me, letting me have this. being so sweet to me, taking this all.”

just as you let Tenna press in, tears flood down his screen immediately, his lip trembling as he sobs through the first stretch. he buries himself deeper into your tight heat, the one he's fucked his own fist to the thought of for ages, praying you won't think less of him for breaking down the second he finally gets what he's been whimpering into his pillow about for months. immediately proving he can't handle it.

“i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, can't stop the tears, you just feel so... can't even keep it together long enough to please you proper... oh, sweet thing, you make me stupid.” he's babbling so much you can't even tell whose sounds are whose.

he's trying so hard not to cum in the first ten seconds that he's barely moving at all, just feeding you tiny desperate thrusts, and somehow that makes the tears spill even faster. he's just so in love with you and so horribly needy, finally getting to stuff his star full after all those nights of humping his pillow and pretending it was you. Tenna presses his screen into your neck and keeps thrusting messily, sobbing at how good you feel squeezing his cock. you kissing away the tears on his screen only makes him cry harder. how is it that his starshine just feeds the deepest, most desperate part of him, the part that just wants to be loved and desired, kept? and during lovemaking, no less. the most vulnerable moment possible.

you spoil him, truly.

“right there? that the spot, darling? oh y-yeah, yeah, i feel... tell me, tell me where you need me, i'll give it to you, i'll give you anything. i wanna be so useful to you, fuck you real good, that's all i want, just let me be good for you...“

he's on the edge of pure pleasure now, almost ecstasy, you're so warm and tight that the thought of ever having to pull out honestly terrifies him. Tenna didn't know pleasure could be so big it borders on panic, didn't know he could feel this much, and now he's got nowhere to put it all except deeper into you.

you're never getting rid of him, you know that, right? being this close and you're still too far away. it'll never be enough. Tenna wants something past the boundary of what bodies can do.

[vanillasweetpie]

nsfw, breeding kink mentioned, protected sex, condom play, punishment

Tenna's favorite thing is finishing inside you, for both breeding reasons and possessive reasons, but also because he loves staying inside you afterwards, letting it turn into a slow, sleepy cockwarming session while you, all tired and blissed out, watch your favorite shows on his screen.

however, this television can also be such a brat. a whiny, pouty, difficult brat who deserves to be punished, or at least teased within an inch of his life. even if you feel really guilty looking at that pleading face, those drooped antennas, that trembling bottom lip. the best punishment is taking away what that pervert loves most, so you switch to protected sex and make him wear a condom. Tenna will have to put it on himself while you watch with your arms crossed, expression unimpressed. his hands are shaking so hard he can barely roll it down.

“sweetheart, c'mon, hahh-- you really gonna make me..“ a sharp look from you shuts him up. he whimpers, fumbling with the latex, already so hard it's a struggle. “but it's not going to fit.” you raise an eyebrow. “figure it out then?”

oh, does he whine during. as if on purpose, Tenna gets even louder during this kind of sex as though trying to make you cave and take the condom off so he can finish inside. throwing his head back dramatically, letting out obscene moans he knows are your weakness. trying to pretend there's nothing between you, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him, burying his screen in your chest, and just sobs. “i'll do anything, my star, just take it off. let me feel you, oh heavens, please let me fill you up, please, i'll be so good. i'll be the best TV you've ever had.” Tenna's thrusts getting sloppy, his screen going staticky as he fights the urge to pull out and rip it off.

and now you're almost giving in... everything inside you flips with guilt, you're so close to end with this punishment just to feel yourself filled the way you love. and Tenna, moaning so pitifully into your neck, desperately pressing into you, is not helping, making your heart melt and your resolve crack at the seams. but you stay strong, after all it's a punishment, but now for you too, and so, gritting your teeth, you feel your TV spill into that goddamn rubber.

afterwards, you tie it off and hold it up between two fingers, letting it dangle, heavy and full. tilting your head, you make the most pitying little pout. “what a shame, Tenna, you could've gotten me pregnant... you're so generous with it, too. that would've definitely taken. hmm.. maybe if you're really good next time, i'll let you put it where it belongs.” you press it gently against your stomach, right where he would've been, with a wistful sigh.

it's still warm, that's the worst part. still warm, and still not inside you.

[vanillasweetpie]

i looovw ur tenna hcs the way you write him is so sweet and comforting… i have this idea ive been thinking about for a while and was wondering if youd be interested in writing hcs or something for it. basically what if tenna could hypnotize people, like make his screen go all swirly cartoon style. and like yeah obviously it could be horny but what i keep thinking about is him using it to help an anxious or sad reader relax and feel calm and happy….and just like rly comforting and caring and gentle and sweet aufhdhchdhxh and a lot of trust between them to do something likt that… what do u think?

FOCUS

Tenna x reader . sfw, hurt/comfort, fluff, panic attack, anxiety, reader needs a hug, hypnosis as comfort, Tenna being caring, anxious reader

read on ao3

thank you so much for such kind words... gosh they make me so happy. and ty for this idea too! i have been thinking for a long time about writing smth like this so i hope you like it and i wish you feel better !

Every sound gnawed at your already fragile nerves.

The day had turned out far too noisy. Nothing new, really, you heard this every day, you should have been used to it by now, but for some reason today your brain decided to play against you. Thoughts darted around like mad things, each more terrible than the last, only worsening your state.

What could you do with yourself when you felt this bad? You tried to find something to occupy your hands, but the papers kept slipping out of your trembling grip, only creating more strain.

The studio was lively today. Too lively. Tenna’s crew bustled back and forth, their props clattering obnoxiously loud. Or was it just that you had started noticing it more? Every sound you once loved now grated on you. The buzzing of spotlights, the scratch of microphones, the booming voices tangled with the crackle of equipment.

Too much noise. Oh god, too much noise. You wanted so badly to run and hide somewhere.

Your attempt to cross the hall ended in a collision, one of the crew swung sharply around the corner and struck your shoulder hard.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” he snapped, and with your breakdown rising dangerously close, you couldn’t even lift your head to look at him.

A lump so huge sat in your throat you couldn’t pull out a single word. Your chest tightened, palms went clammy. All you could do was mutter some apology before the heat of humiliation consumed you. Too much, too many stares, too many sounds.

Your legs carried you away from the bright set and all those eyes. You burst through the first door you found, the bathroom, and only when you slid slowly down the wall did the air rip out of your lungs.

Tears came instantly, though with your strained breathing it could hardly be called crying. At first it sounded like you were suffocating. And it really did become frightening. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as you sank onto the cold tile floor, burying your face in your palms. Everything inside clenched tight from exhaustion, from the inability to cope, from the crushing sense that the endless noise outside was pressing in, leaving no space to breathe.

Why couldn’t you handle this? Why did you break down over nothing?

Your breath caught again as you tried to calm yourself, but every attempt failed, your vision blurred instantly, everything turning faint. God, god, what the fuck was this? Were you dying? What was happening? Water, you needed water. Crawl to the sink. Come on, do it. Turn the faucet on, damn it.

Your chest burned viciously, your racing heartbeat jolted through your body in spasms.

You didn’t even hear the door creak open. A tall figure froze in the doorway, stunned by the sight of you.

“Hello? You in there?” came the familiar voice, but you couldn’t summon the strength to answer. You weren’t even sure who it was, his voice sounded so muffled to you, as if you were underwater, at the bottom of some monstrous ocean where even sunlight couldn’t reach.

You sucked in air sharply, trying to shrink away, but the steps were already approaching. So you hugged your knees, praying Tenna would leave. Please, not now, i’ll explain everything later, please, Mr Ant Tenna—

His screen no longer glowed with its usual brightness, leaving on just a soft light. Tenna moved closer slowly, not wanting to seem imposing, his smile fading away entirely.

“Hey. . . oh,” his voice trembled. “you’re— you’re crying.” he stepped forward, then stopped again, afraid to scare you. “what happened? did someone hurt you?”

Your chest clenched again, the words jammed in your throat. You only shook your head, hiding your face.

“Alright, its okay, dont try to talk yet. Just breathe, okay? You’re safe. Easy, sweetheart. i’m not here to drag you back to the set.”

You didn’t mean to cry harder, especially not in front of your boss, but the tears only came heavier because of how tender and supportive his voice sounded, how full of worry, as if he might break with you. Did you really look that pitiful today?

Tenna stiffened at your reaction, his antennae twitching, then quickly realising what was happening to you, his large hand landed on your shoulder after all. A light touch.

“Look at me for a second. Just. . . if you can. That’s all i ask.”

Awkwardly, Tenna crouched beside you, lowering himself to join you on the cold floor. His hand hovered again, hesitant to continue contact.

“Listen,” he paused, “i know a trick and i think it can help. i promise it’s safe. would you let me try?”

“Okay,” you exhaled.

Your eyes stung from the tears, but you lifted them anyway, so red and swollen you no longer cared how you looked.

“Thank you. That’s it, keep your eyes on me. You don’t need to do anything else. Just breathe and watch. Nothing else matters right now.”

His screen glowed, faint colored circles appearing on it. From the center spread a slow spiral, the shades melting one into the next. Soft blue and rosy pink, flowing outward in waves.

At first you felt ridiculous. Your brain chattered, this can’t work, what are you doing, staring at some swirly cartoon screen. But seeing your doubtful expression, Tenna’s tender, steady, mesmerizing voice broke through the noise again.

“Breathe with me, darling.” he inhaled deeply, waiting until you followed, then exhaled slowly together with you. “in. . . and out. You’re safe. I’m right here.”

The spiral’s motion drew you in, pushing the chaos away, and slowly the noise inside quieted.

Nothing sudden, nothing harsh. Just the circle, coming back again and again.

“That’s it, good,” he murmured. “i can see you’re trying, and it’s working. Every breath you take pulls you further away from the panic, see?”

He was right. With each loop, the noise drained away. Both the clamor from the studio and the storm in your mind. First it quieted in your head, then your body let go too. Your shoulders stopped trembling, your breath grew longer, steadier. Your chest eased.

He himself seemed somehow different, or maybe it was just your already calmed, half-hypnotized brain perceiving him differently. Still massive, but quiet, unhurried, caring and so calm.

“There you go, honey. You’re coming back to me. I’ve got you.”

Tenna leaned in cautiously, slowly taking your hands in his, rubbing and kneading your fingers gently, making you feel his presence. It felt like someone had turned the volume down on everything unnecessary.

“See? You’re doing so well, starshine. You don’t have to fight it all alone. Let me be here with you.”

You exhaled and, without thinking, leaned against his shoulder, finally feeling safe. Relaxation sank into your muscles, your body went slack. The fabric of his red suit was warm, and you shut your eyes, brushing away the last of your tears.

Tenna wrapped his arms around you slowly in return. “i’m sorry you felt like this,” he whispered, so softly. “i should’ve noticed earlier. I don’t ever want you to hide from me like that again. You don’t need to.”

“Thank you,” you breathed.

He pulled you closer. “always. you matter more to me than any audience out there.” his hand kept stroking your back while your face rested against his chest. “how do you feel now? is it a little better?”

“Yes,” you admitted honestly. “a little better. . . Thank you.”

Tenna smiled brighter than any spotlight. “Good. That’s all i needed to hear.”

[vanillasweetpie]

i looovw ur tenna hcs the way you write him is so sweet and comforting… i have this idea ive been thinking about for a while and was wondering if youd be interested in writing hcs or something for it. basically what if tenna could hypnotize people, like make his screen go all swirly cartoon style. and like yeah obviously it could be horny but what i keep thinking about is him using it to help an anxious or sad reader relax and feel calm and happy….and just like rly comforting and caring and gentle and sweet aufhdhchdhxh and a lot of trust between them to do something likt that… what do u think?

FOCUS

Tenna x reader . sfw, hurt/comfort, fluff, panic attack, anxiety, reader needs a hug, hypnosis as comfort, Tenna being caring, anxious reader

read on ao3

thank you so much for such kind words... gosh they make me so happy. and ty for this idea too! i have been thinking for a long time about writing smth like this so i hope you like it and i wish you feel better !

Every sound gnawed at your already fragile nerves.

The day had turned out far too noisy. Nothing new, really, you heard this every day, you should have been used to it by now, but for some reason today your brain decided to play against you. Thoughts darted around like mad things, each more terrible than the last, only worsening your state.

What could you do with yourself when you felt this bad? You tried to find something to occupy your hands, but the papers kept slipping out of your trembling grip, only creating more strain.

The studio was lively today. Too lively. Tenna’s crew bustled back and forth, their props clattering obnoxiously loud. Or was it just that you had started noticing it more? Every sound you once loved now grated on you. The buzzing of spotlights, the scratch of microphones, the booming voices tangled with the crackle of equipment.

Too much noise. Oh god, too much noise. You wanted so badly to run and hide somewhere.

Your attempt to cross the hall ended in a collision, one of the crew swung sharply around the corner and struck your shoulder hard.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” he snapped, and with your breakdown rising dangerously close, you couldn’t even lift your head to look at him.

A lump so huge sat in your throat you couldn’t pull out a single word. Your chest tightened, palms went clammy. All you could do was mutter some apology before the heat of humiliation consumed you. Too much, too many stares, too many sounds.

Your legs carried you away from the bright set and all those eyes. You burst through the first door you found, the bathroom, and only when you slid slowly down the wall did the air rip out of your lungs.

Tears came instantly, though with your strained breathing it could hardly be called crying. At first it sounded like you were suffocating. And it really did become frightening. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as you sank onto the cold tile floor, burying your face in your palms. Everything inside clenched tight from exhaustion, from the inability to cope, from the crushing sense that the endless noise outside was pressing in, leaving no space to breathe.

Why couldn’t you handle this? Why did you break down over nothing?

Your breath caught again as you tried to calm yourself, but every attempt failed, your vision blurred instantly, everything turning faint. God, god, what the fuck was this? Were you dying? What was happening? Water, you needed water. Crawl to the sink. Come on, do it. Turn the faucet on, damn it.

Your chest burned viciously, your racing heartbeat jolted through your body in spasms.

You didn’t even hear the door creak open. A tall figure froze in the doorway, stunned by the sight of you.

“Hello? You in there?” came the familiar voice, but you couldn’t summon the strength to answer. You weren’t even sure who it was, his voice sounded so muffled to you, as if you were underwater, at the bottom of some monstrous ocean where even sunlight couldn’t reach.

You sucked in air sharply, trying to shrink away, but the steps were already approaching. So you hugged your knees, praying Tenna would leave. Please, not now, i’ll explain everything later, please, Mr Ant Tenna—

His screen no longer glowed with its usual brightness, leaving on just a soft light. Tenna moved closer slowly, not wanting to seem imposing, his smile fading away entirely.

“Hey. . . oh,” his voice trembled. “you’re— you’re crying.” he stepped forward, then stopped again, afraid to scare you. “what happened? did someone hurt you?”

Your chest clenched again, the words jammed in your throat. You only shook your head, hiding your face.

“Alright, its okay, dont try to talk yet. Just breathe, okay? You’re safe. Easy, sweetheart. i’m not here to drag you back to the set.”

You didn’t mean to cry harder, especially not in front of your boss, but the tears only came heavier because of how tender and supportive his voice sounded, how full of worry, as if he might break with you. Did you really look that pitiful today?

Tenna stiffened at your reaction, his antennae twitching, then quickly realising what was happening to you, his large hand landed on your shoulder after all. A light touch.

“Look at me for a second. Just. . . if you can. That’s all i ask.”

Awkwardly, Tenna crouched beside you, lowering himself to join you on the cold floor. His hand hovered again, hesitant to continue contact.

“Listen,” he paused, “i know a trick and i think it can help. i promise it’s safe. would you let me try?”

“Okay,” you exhaled.

Your eyes stung from the tears, but you lifted them anyway, so red and swollen you no longer cared how you looked.

“Thank you. That’s it, keep your eyes on me. You don’t need to do anything else. Just breathe and watch. Nothing else matters right now.”

His screen glowed, faint colored circles appearing on it. From the center spread a slow spiral, the shades melting one into the next. Soft blue and rosy pink, flowing outward in waves.

At first you felt ridiculous. Your brain chattered, this can’t work, what are you doing, staring at some swirly cartoon screen. But seeing your doubtful expression, Tenna’s tender, steady, mesmerizing voice broke through the noise again.

“Breathe with me, darling.” he inhaled deeply, waiting until you followed, then exhaled slowly together with you. “in. . . and out. You’re safe. I’m right here.”

The spiral’s motion drew you in, pushing the chaos away, and slowly the noise inside quieted.

Nothing sudden, nothing harsh. Just the circle, coming back again and again.

“That’s it, good,” he murmured. “i can see you’re trying, and it’s working. Every breath you take pulls you further away from the panic, see?”

He was right. With each loop, the noise drained away. Both the clamor from the studio and the storm in your mind. First it quieted in your head, then your body let go too. Your shoulders stopped trembling, your breath grew longer, steadier. Your chest eased.

He himself seemed somehow different, or maybe it was just your already calmed, half-hypnotized brain perceiving him differently. Still massive, but quiet, unhurried, caring and so calm.

“There you go, honey. You’re coming back to me. I’ve got you.”

Tenna leaned in cautiously, slowly taking your hands in his, rubbing and kneading your fingers gently, making you feel his presence. It felt like someone had turned the volume down on everything unnecessary.

“See? You’re doing so well, starshine. You don’t have to fight it all alone. Let me be here with you.”

You exhaled and, without thinking, leaned against his shoulder, finally feeling safe. Relaxation sank into your muscles, your body went slack. The fabric of his red suit was warm, and you shut your eyes, brushing away the last of your tears.

Tenna wrapped his arms around you slowly in return. “i’m sorry you felt like this,” he whispered, so softly. “i should’ve noticed earlier. I don’t ever want you to hide from me like that again. You don’t need to.”

“Thank you,” you breathed.

He pulled you closer. “always. you matter more to me than any audience out there.” his hand kept stroking your back while your face rested against his chest. “how do you feel now? is it a little better?”

“Yes,” you admitted honestly. “a little better. . . Thank you.”

Tenna smiled brighter than any spotlight. “Good. That’s all i needed to hear.”

[divineblessingz]

hear that whine? that's your crt asking to go pee!!

[divineblessingz]

i want to feed tnna an entire cake...

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 4 Part 11

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Voting ended onJun 29

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

[vanillasweetpie]

i scheduled this (shitig)post before even seeing chapter 5, there better be a cowboy tenna moment in there or idkk. i need this stupid man . nsfw

imagine cowboy roleplay with Tenna where you're in the rider position on top of him and this man is underneath you going “yeehaw!” and “giddyup” + slapping his own thigh like he's spurring a horse. “ride 'em cowboy! this bucking bronco ain't gonna ride ITSELF”. but also, Tenna taking off his cowboy hat and putting it on YOUR head mid-ride, then staring up at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. bending his knees and planting his feet flat so he can buck up into you, not even pretending to be passive anymore

and afterwards pulling you down against his chest, both of you still breathing hard, “y'know... i think you won that rodeo, my star. gold medal.”

[vanillasweetpie]

I may or may not have discovered i have a domesticity kink bc of ur beautiful Tenna writings... This man would faint 5 times before his wedding and would need a mike by his side the whole time to stop him from falling lol.

Ohh and the honeymoon don't get me started on the honeymoon. Because I'm telling you sweetiepie this goddamn guy would rent a whole beach or even an island only for you two (tropic of love 💕)

And since there's nobody there but you then... He would have no problem with making love to you by the sea, with the sun making your skin glow like a mermaid/ merman / merthey oughhh soery i love your writings so much don't ever stop 💗

oh you are so right and you should say it! (also welcome to the domesticity kink club <3)

he would faint multiple times and Mike would be right there with an enormous handkerchief, like comically large. the kind you pull out of your pocket and it just keeps coming.

Tenna's hiccuping while Mike is standing there, letting his boss honk into it while patting his back. i love imagining these cartoon logic moments with Tenna, he is so earnest and so ridiculous and his emotions are simply too big for his body. Mike handing him tissue after tissue while Tenna cycles through every possible stage of the emotional rollercoaster. first the pure joy, the giddy bouncing excitement, he is getting married, he is getting married. then the anxiety crashing in, what if they change their mind, what if they realise they could do better, what if what if what if. then the stubborn determined love, no, no, he is going to marry you, he loves you so much it is frankly unreasonable, and he wants the whole TV world to know it, he wants the light world to know it.

finally, the ceremony itself and the moment of the kiss Tenna wants to be the one dipped, actually!! he wants you to sweep him off his feet and kiss him like the romantic lead in an old film while he clutches your shoulders and his screen floods pink, his antennas go all sparky and his leg pops up like in the cartoons. but immediately after Tenna grows even bigger and pulls you down to the floor with him, continuing to kiss you .

and the honeymoon! mdni .

Tenna would make it the most romantic thing that has ever happened to you in your life, this man is a certified loverboy and he has been planning this since before you even said yes.

soft sand, warm water and no one around for miles because he wants you all to himself. making love on the beach, the sound of the waves swallowing your moans. Tenna keeps grabbing your hand, pulling it to his mouth to kiss your ring finger. over and over, every few thrusts. murmuring against your knuckles about how beautiful you look with the sunset on your skin, how he is going to take you back to the villa and do this all over again in the bed and then the kitchen. but right now, right here, with the tide coming in and the sky turning pink and gold, Tenna just wants to love you slowly. his ring clicking gently against yours every time he laces your fingers together and presses your joined hands into the sand.

ohh + i imagine him making you breakfast every morning and bringing it to you in bed! fresh fruit and little pastries and something fizzy in a tall glass. and he feeds you bites of pineapple with his own fingers and then licks the juice off your chin, and then breakfast gets cold . you know why

[vanillasweetpie]

nsfw

Tenna fucking your thighs. you're sitting in his lap with your back against his chest, and just casually playing with the tip of his cock, making a little ring with your fingers for him to push through or just running your fingers along the slit, teasing him while he's already losing his mind from the friction of your thighs. Tenna's trying so hard to focus on thrusting but every time you touch him there he stutters and has to stop to collect himself. there's drool starting to drip from the corner of that wide grinning mouth and he can't decide whether to fuck into your fingers or into the heat of your thighs, so, whimpering and shaking, he does both . he can't stop the broken little ah ah ah sounds punching out of him with every thrust, soaking your skin, making such a mess with his precum. Tenna's crying from oversensitivity, grabbing your wrist, “so good, so good, 's too much, b-baby, slow downnn- too fast, i’ll cum too fast“ you're still tracing that little ring around the head of his cock and rubbing your thumb over the slit to feel him leak. you pull your hand away to lick your fingers clean and it makes him sob, a garbled noise of static and “no no no put them back put them back i'll be good i'l be good-“

goddamn, you haven't even let him inside you yet.

[vanillasweetpie]

shy as hell to be asking this but you’ve posted about Big Shot Spamton x reader once before and that was the peakest of peak… him being a total sleaze ball, him being a teeny tiny dom, him being incredibly indulgent with praise but also very smug and mocking, him making constant requests to keep you close and tease you… not sure if you fw it anymore but if you ever wanted to share some thoughts of what that would look like I’m quite certain I’m not the only one who would dig it (preferably on the more sfw side, but as long as you separate with a “keep reading” then you can go off with it!)

oh so i'm not the only one who gets all flustered over this tiny guy huh! well then,, time to set the shyness aside and finally let out all my thoughts on what dating BSE Spam is like. everything's sfw except the very last one which gets a lil suggestive.

anon trust me i believe he's dom coded but he's also just as pathetic okay??<3

dating big shot era Spamton:

he is incredibly devoted, but he pretends it's nothing special. this man might not always know how to show his love, but he has more than enough of it. i love to think that he is also deeply attached to his partner and has absolutely terrible abandonment issues. and if a single goddamn phone call makes him run away from you with a pale face, then cursed be that day, honestly, cursed be whoever was on the other end of that line.

he's the kind of clingy where he doesn't even realise he's doing it . he'll follow you from room to room without noticing, just keeps talking while you get up and he gets up right after you, still mid-sentence. or he'll reach for you in his sleep. you better not call him out on it because he'll either get flustered immediately or spin it into some nonsense about business and sales or whatever helps him sleep at night.

something tells me one of his love languages is teaching you things. especially if it's related to the internet, social media (??), sales, money, or how to run a business. he will happily tell you everything about the cyber side of life. he genuinely loves feeling like he's giving you tools to succeed / thrive in his world. it makes him feel like he's taking care of you

he orders for you at restaurants!! he knows what you like and wants to show off that he does . he doesn't even ask what you want anymore half the time, just waves the waiter over and says “they'll have the thing, you know the thing, the one they liked last time”

he's weirdly domestic in ways that surprise you. and no, it's not because he seems incapable of it but because he seems too busy for it, too big for the small things. but he does the small things. he'll fold laundry while he's on phone calls, tucking his phone between his ear and his shoulder. he'll follow you into the kitchen and just hover while you cook, stealing little bites of ingredients and commenting on everything.

“needs more salt. i'm not a chef but i know these things. what?? I'll have you know successful people have refined palates.” and if you swat his hand away he holds both hands up in mock surrender and backs off for ten seconds before he's right back in your space. i can't help but love love love when Spamton is playful with his partner.

he pulls you into his lap during meetings and if anyone raises an eyebrow he just laughs and says “what? can't a guy have his favorite person nearby? mind your business, pal!” . he's just a huge fan of holding you in general. soooo touch starved . if you try to get up he tightens his grip and murmurs against your ear “where do you think you're going, exactly, i didn't say we were done here??” why would you want to be anywhere else?

oh and about murmuring... listening to his canon voice, i'm pretty convinced his voice is on the deeper side. so, speaking of it, Spamton knows exactly what he's doing with his tone and weaponizes it against you constantly . “you're being very good for me today, you know that?” and then immediately pull back and go “anyway, about these weird fellas you keep saying look like yours truly. you DO realise a big shot of MY caliber is one in a million, right!?” . and despite how desperately you want to circle back to the previous subject and clarify what the hell that was all about, Spamton isn't going to give you that, grinning at your surprised face

he's a show-off but specifically he's a show-off for you . everything impressive he does, he immediately looks to you for approval. closes a deal with a handshake that makes the other guy sweat and then turns to you with his eyebrows raised like “you see that? you see your man in action?” wins a game of pool at some seedy cyber world bar and immediately spins around to find your face in the crowd. “tell 'em, baby, tell 'em who just cleared the table, go on, brag about me, i'll wait.”

there is genuinely nothing Spamton loves more than hearing you say “yeah that's my guy” and don't forget to give his hair a little scratch while you're at it, he'll be like a very pleased cat about it.

he calls you constantly and usually it's about the dumbest things. Spam absolutely doesn't care if you're busy / at work / in the middle of something. no no no, listen here, sugar, that's not how this works. time is money and don't you see that a big shot has decided to spend his on you? so you better be a dear and talk to him ??

and also he's so much bolder on the phone than he is face to face. just a shameless flirt over the phone . and i adore the thought of him acting all slick and talking a big game but sweating like crazy and internally going what the hell did i just say oh god

he'll find any excuse to call you pet names in front of people who annoy him . some boring so-called businessman is droning on and on and Spamton just turns to you and says very loudly “hey, sweetums, darling, light of my entire existence, are you as bored as i am right now?”

the type to say “make me” when you tell him to do something and then immediately fold the second you actually try. pathetic, i tell you!

this guy is a chronic hand-kisser. it started as a joke but then he actually did it and liked it and now he can't stop. he's also the king of the almost-kiss . i don't remember if i said this beforehand, but he'll get sooo close, his breath warm on your lips, and then he'll pause and go, “wait. before we do this. i need you to know that my name is trending on [Tumblr Dot Com] right now.” making you groan and push his face away, offended

he loves driving you around. the car is his little kingdom on wheels, and having you in the passenger seat feels like the most natural thing in the world. he'll rest one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh and just cruise, talking about nothing, pointing out buildings and telling you about the structure of cyber city, if you are a lightner or darkner from another world.

every single SERIOUS kiss happens in the car. every single one. he does kiss you throughout the day of course, constantly grabbing your face and planting one on you, or pressing a kiss to your temple while he's on the phone, or sneaking up behind you while you're making coffee to kiss the back of your neck. but those kisses are always kind of quick. Spam's so jittery and wired, his brain is always running a mile a minute and he can't seem to slow down long enough to really sink into it, so you get these rapid-fire kisses. in the car it's slower than usual, his hand cupping your jaw instead of grabbing, unhurried. he pulls back to look at you, then leans in again, and again, savoring it, finally giving himself permission to be gentle.

we should drive more often, i like who i am when it's just us.

the car is where he vents too. if he's had a bad day, he won't talk about it in your apartment or anywhere else. this guy is paranoid as fuck and thinks that the walls are listening . he'll just grab the keys and say “let's go for a drive” and you know what that means.

he fishes for compliments constantly, and it's never subtle. he'll stand in front of you in a brand new suit and ask if it makes him look successful, and if you say yes he preens before downplaying the whole thing. the praise thing is huge with him but it's a two-way street. he's constantly fishing for reassurance, but he does it in this roundabout way where he brags and then watches you to see if you'll agree.

“i really killed it out there today, didn't i? i mean, did you see their faces? they didn't know what hit 'em. i'm a GENIUS, frankly, and i don't say that lightly--“ and he's looking at you sideways, waiting, and if you say “yeah, you were amazing” bro just lights up like a casino sign, but then he immediately downplays it, “well, i mean, it's nothing, it's just what i do, you know, it's the SPAMTON G. SPAMTON guarantee--“

he's the one who handles all the stressful phone calls because i want him to . if you have to deal with customer service or a difficult contractor or anyone who might give you trouble, he just takes the phone from your hand mid-sentence and says let me. idc if this is ooc!!

suggestive but . he can be a little mean but only in the way that makes you laugh. he'll tease you about the faces you make, mimic the sounds you're making back at you in this exaggerated voice, “ohh, oh Spammy, ohh-- what?? yes im serious, that's exactly what you sound like, don't deny it.”

[vanillasweetpie]

Tenna and his domesticity kink

nsfw

this man calls you his spouse, his beloved, his better half, his one and only, his darling, his dearest, his love, his partner, his other half, his home. my wife / my husband / my spouse, and he says it with so much pride in his voice at parties that strangers come up to you later and say they have never seen anyone so in love.

he wants you to call him husband all the time, in every context, and this is not a request. he wants to hear it when you are half asleep and mumbling, he wants to hear it when you are cross with him about leaving his ties on the sofa again because god forbid this man hang up a single item of clothing, and he wants to hear it when he is inside you making you shake and claw at his back. “husband, Tenna, husband, please,” honestly, you could ask him for anything in that moment and he would give it to you. the word lives in your mouth now and he put it there. “my husband will handle that / my husband is picking me up / my husband and i were just talking about that,” and he has to physically restrain himself from dragging you into the nearest broom closet to show you exactly how much he appreciates it.

the first time you wear a ring or even just let him refer to you as his fiancé or his spouse in public, forget it. he will barely make it through the door before he is on you, “say it again, sugar, just say you're mine, say you went and made an honest man outta me... please, i ain't too proud to beg, y'know.” indulge him and he will sob while burying himself inside you, thanking you over and over for the privilege of being allowed to call you his. incredibly romantic OR incredibly pathetic depending on your tolerance for men who cry during sex.

Tenna actually develops a fixation on you wearing his ring. every time he sees it on your finger he gets a little dizzy with want as though he has not seen it every single day since you put it on. he will lift your hand to his mouth and kiss the ring. then your knuckles, your palm, your wrist, working his way up, and by the time he reaches your elbow you are already pulling him toward the bedroom, or the sofa, or the floor, wherever is closest. this happens approximately four times a week

when Tenna is home before you he puts on the apron over his suit, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. he refuses to cook without looking put together, because this man has an image to maintain even when there is nobody around to see it except you, and you have already married him. he greets you at the door with a wooden spoon in his hand, bright and expectant, “welcome home, darling, goodness! your timing is perfect!! guess what? the sauce is almost ready and i need you to taste it,” and kisses you hello before dragging you into the kitchen by the hand like because oh no, the sauce will expire if you do not taste it immediately. BUT if you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, that is it, he is done for, screen going all fuzzy as he leans back into your touch like a cat. press a kiss to the back of his neck and watch this grown television burn the food because he is too distracted by how loved he feels. the smoke alarm is basically a timer now

either way, the whole scene is so disgustingly domestic that you want to drop to your knees right there on the linoleum. and the thing is, Tenna would let you, but first he makes you taste the sauce from and watches your face with genuine anxiety. after all your opinion on his cooking is the most important review he has ever received, and if you tell him it is good! his whole screen goes pink, “oh golly, you .. you really think so? you are not just saying that, right?”

you have to reassure him. he is a good cook and he still needs to hear it every single time. Tenna preens under the praise and then without warning switches gears so fast it could give you whiplash, leaning in with a grin, “i would let you eat off me, you know. i would lie on this table and let you have your dinner right off my chest if you wanted-- just kidding!!”

the man can cook. Tenna learned because he wanted to be able to provide, the idea of you coming home from a long day and him being able to put a hot meal in front of you makes him feel like he is fulfilling some deep purpose. he experiments with recipes. he wants to be useful, to be needed, he wants to be the reason you come home smiling. cooking is just one way he shows it. the other ways involve his mouth in significantly less culinary contexts.

he insists on being the one to cook most nights even after long broadcasts. it is how he decompresses, how he shows love, and he learns your comfort meals and makes them when you have had a hard day without you even having to ask. he plates everything beautifully because presentation matters to him even in domestic settings, which means your wednesday night dinner looks like it came from a restaurant, and if you do tell him his cooking is better than any restaurant he will ride that high for a month. he will bring it up in conversation with people who did not ask.

he wants to pack your lunch for work, insists on it actually, wakes up early even when he does not have a broadcast just to make you something to take with you. little notes, “you are the ratings champion of my heart,” “your husband loves you,” and if you ever mention that your coworkers saw the note he will be insufferable about it for days. he will ask if you told them who packed it. he will ask if they thought it was romantic. he will ask if anyone else's spouse packs them lunch with personalised notes.

but Tenna wants to be greeted at the door too on the days you get home before him. he wants the full fantasy, you calling out honey is that you and him shouting back it's me sweetheart i'm home! and then you appearing in the hallway and Tenna scooping you up into his arms, spinning you around, your laughter booming through the flat while he peppers kisses across your face. this man has watched too many old movies and internalised every single one of them.

grocery shopping as a date, Tenna takes it so seriously. he pushes the trolley and lets you sit in it if you want. so what if you are a full grown adult? Tenna's huge and the trolley looks comically small next to him, just have fun! he lets you lead the way through the aisles, and keeps sneaking your favourite snacks into the cart when he thinks you are not looking. “whatever do you mean, starshine, those must have jumped in there themselves!”

Tenna wants to make love all over the house and in every single room, hell, on the floor if the mood strikes. and ideally you are still wearing your ring and his jacket while he does it, the whole house filling up with your sighs, your gasps and your declarations of love while Tenna gives you the softest sex imaginable, so gentle and tender it aches. but by the end he loses his mind from how much he loves you and he's practically fucking you through the mattress, the headboard knocking against the wall, neither of you caring one bit. though, if you really want to spend money on new furniture, just stroke his screen and tell him you want to make him a father, confess to him that you want to become a parent, and watch him absolutely shatter, watch him whimper and fuck you with everything he has, because you just handed him his deepest fantasy on a silver platter and he is going to spend the rest of the night trying to make it come true.

you will need that new furniture after all.

tender sex in your shared bed, the one you picked out together, the one with the sheets you both liked after an embarrassingly long debate in the bedding aisle. on the nightstand there is a photo from your wedding day, Tenna would put wedding photos in every room if you let him. you keep catching glimpses of it with your blurry unfocused eyes while you lie flat on your stomach, which is not easy to do when Tenna is draped over you from behind, thrusting into you deep, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him. one of his hands plants itself on the mattress right beside your head, his arm blocking your view of the wedding photo but replacing it with something just as good, arguably better, the sight of his broad fingers splayed against the sheets and the wedding ring sitting there on his finger. the one he has never taken off. you turn your head just enough to press a kiss to that ring, and feel his cock jerking inside you in response, a surprised little twitch that makes him whimper your name against your neck. at this point the ring is a button you can press, and you press it often.

Tenna wants to argue about whose turn it is to take the bins out and then fuck you over the kitchen counter as an apology for being dramatic about the bins. this is how conflict resolution works in your household now. alternatively, Tenna lifts you onto the counter, pushing your thighs apart and kissing down your neck while the pasta water boils over on the stove. neither of you notices until the smoke alarm goes off. and then you are both laughing, coughing and fanning with a dish towel while Tenna's apron is askew as he looks at you with the most lovesick expression. the apron comes off eventually, but sometimes he leaves it on during, and that is a whole different experience. you swear you can hear the strings coming undone in the back while he fucks into you.

Tenna wants to fold your underwear fresh from the dryer and feel his heart crack open and leak out of his chest because these are... your things? in his laundry basket? in his home? and you trust him with them?

a shared calendar stuck to the fridge with TV logo magnets. Tenna writes things on it such as DATE NIGHT!!! YOUR WORK EVENT (DON'T WORRY I WILL BE CHARMING). ANNIVERSARY (I LOVE YOU).

he wants to match with you. pyjamas, outfits, anything. if you wear a red tie he wears a red tie. if you have a silly christmas jumper he will get one too and insist on a photo. he wants the world to see you together and know immediately that you belong to each other. he wants to be one of those couples that finishes each other's sentences and wears coordinated outfits and shares a dessert at restaurants. he is not embarrassed by how much he loves you, but it might be a little embarrassing for everyone else.

Tenna wants to renew your vows every five years just to have the excuse to marry you again and again and again, each time with a slightly different shade of red suit and each time crying harder than the last. well, goodness, he is only a television, he is not made of stone.

[its-toasty-ghosty]

Restraint [Tenna x You]

NSFW 🔞 NO MINORS 🈲

Warnings/tags under the cut~!

Guess who's back!?!?! (for real this time sorry 🥺) I've missed you cuties. I hope you enjoy today's meal!!!

⛓️ Both of you are kinda drunk and having sex ⛓️ Tenna is in handcuffs (there are Consequences to this in the bonus round if I don't chicken out) ⛓️ Lap dance and light teasing, mainly making Tenna whine~ ⛓️ He cums inside hooray

📺 - big sub idiot who wants to be handcuffed 👻 - small dom idiot who wants to tease

Tenna size: 3/5 big human

Gender rating: afab (you get wet) femme (dress, nails)

⛓️ For date night, you and Tenna go to his favorite jazz bar. You dance together and down so many cocktails that he has to order a rideshare back to his place.

⛓️ A Pippins drives you through the city as Tenna's hands keep sliding up under your dress, squeezing at your inner thighs. He whispers (very loudly) sweet nothings in your ear and overall is being way too horny in public. Again.

⛓️ It's clear from the Pippins' expression that they are desperately trying to ignore what's going on in the backseat. You tell your doofus CRT partner to cool his jets. He waves it off as not counting because it's "just a Pippins." You apologize to the driver and use Tenna's debit card to give them a huge tip. You gotta talk to him about treating the Pippins better…

⛓️ The two of you make it up to Tenna's place, giggling and goofing around in the elevator. Tenna's so fun when he's drunk. He's freer, his overthinking mind too intoxicated to color his actions. He's also incredibly horny, even more than normal. Reappearing from his bedroom, he shows off new handcuffs he bought that are made to withstand the strength of robotic Darkners.

⛓️ Tenna hands them to you and gazes at you expectantly. You twirl them around your finger and push him down into one of his chairs. "You're such a horndog…you need to be taught a little restraint," you say. He whines and a puff of hot air bursts from his screen vents. "Yeah, I do. I need that, don't I? Please, little star, teach me. Teach it to me," Tenna begs, his hands running over your body before squeezing at your ass. His tail is wagging so enthusiastically that it's slamming against the marble flooring.

⛓️ You'll let him touch you for now. You smile down at him as you run your nails down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his jacket. Tenna practically rips it off his body, hands immediately returning back to you, this time pawing at your thighs. His thumb is getting dangerously close to your crotch.

⛓️ You roll up the sleeves of his button down shirt and pull his hands behind his back with just enough roughness. You handcuff him tightly, the back of his chair helping to secure him in place. Based on the growing bulge in his pants, he's clearly getting a rise out of struggling against the metal. "Oh no~! I'm completely helpless!" he feigns distress, then stifles an excited laugh, "What's going to happen to me?" Tenna asks, his cute expression slightly blurry from being intoxicated.

⛓️ You place a hand on the bottom plastic frame of his screen, your thumb running across his bottom lip. "Well, based on how you treated that Pippins driver, you really deserve punishment. But…" You turn away from him, slowly unzipping your dress. "Tonight's about you behaving. Will you be good for me?"

⛓️ You hear a loud clank of the handcuffs struggling against his strength as you let your dress slip off your body and fall to the floor. He promises to be good and begs for you to touch him. When you turn around, you see Tenna's body stretching uncomfortabily against the chair to be as physically close to you as possible. His screen is bright red and he's sweating. God, he's so desperate.

⛓️ He's shaking as you perch yourself on his lap. As soon as your faces are close enough, Tenna leans in and kisses you roughly. His kisses are sloppy and frantic. He tastes strongly of all the whiskey he had at the bar. As the two of you drunkenly make out, you feel his arms jerk against his restraints and he whines into your mouth.

⛓️ You grind against his erection and he cries out sharply. He kisses and bites at your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach, begging for you to stop teasing him, that he's been good, right? That he'll do anything, just please! Tenna tilts his thighs up so gravity pushes you closer to his chest.

⛓️ You can't tell if the fabric of his pants feels wet because his precum is soaking through or if your own arousal is to blame. Every fiber in your being wants to rip his pants off and fuck him, but you take your time. The sound he makes when you finally free him from his pants is pornographic and one of his legs is bouncing in anticipation. You tell him you're genuinely impressed he lasted this long, especially since he's this hard. When you first stated having sex, he would've cum twice by now.

⛓️ With a blurry expression, he asks if he's been good. You cradle his screen in your hands and tell him he's been very good. He's your very good super star. Pushing your underwear aside, you slide down his length in one fluid motion. You both cry out and Tenna bites his lip as he thrusts into you. You hold onto his shoulders as he's fucking you so hard you might actually fall off of him. Tenna's pace is frantic and he's moaning out how good you feel, how much he needs you, that you're his whole world.

⛓️ Thank god he doesn't last long as this pace could actually kill you. You wrap your arms around his neck tightly to gain more stability, but this shift in position causes him to be at just the right angle. When he thrusts into you again, your toes curl and you see stars as you cum. Your body tightens and spasms around him, pushing Tenna over the edge. His staticky cum fills you up and splatters onto the floor.

⛓️ As you both ride out your orgasms, Tenna rests the side of his screen against your head. You can feel the hot air coming out of his vents, humid and smelling of warm plastic. You stay like this for a while, still connected and trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you kiss him and he breaks out into giggles. His mouth is wavy and he's loopy from the afterglow drunk combo.

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 1 Part 79

Bowser (Nintendo)

Scrub Daddy (Real Life)

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Voting ended onJun 8

Tenna fanart is by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

[t-v-time]

LET'S FUCKING GO

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 1 Part 79

Bowser (Nintendo)

Scrub Daddy (Real Life)

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Voting ended onJun 8

Tenna fanart is by @9Aaaalt29 on twt