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[princelywritings]

Stickers

wc: ~2k. Caine/Reader, second person POV. soft, fluff, implications of mutual pining, pre-relationship.

a/n: it's time... this will be my first attempt at writing Caine, so I hope it's relatively accurate to his character. at the very least, I hope the fluff is enjoyable, hehe

With today's adventure being relatively short, you and the group are left to your own devices for the time being. Most of them like to hang out in the main room in their free time, and while you're also willing to do so, you just feel...restless today. Seems like the adventure must've left you with more energy than usual – some days you're completely down for the count, hence why this instance is particularly unusual.

So, to try and wear yourself down some, you step away from the main room and begin to explore. You know better by now than to wander into certain areas or open certain doors, but something about the vast, almost endless spaces of the giant circus that Caine had put together just begs for a curious mind such as your own to take a look around.

You also know by now that the others aren't too fond of Caine – and you can't really blame them sometimes – but there's something about him that's charming to you nonetheless. He's naïve, but he seems to truly want the best for everyone.

He just wants everyone to be happy, and you can't help appreciating the effort he puts into trying to do so.

At one point, you happen upon what looks to be some sort of storage closet. It's hard to say, honestly; the shelves mostly just carry random shapes and objects akin to what you'd find anywhere else in the circus, so your only suspicions that it's a storage closet is a very unused mop and its bucket, as well as a few real boxes scattered alongside the low polygonal objects.

Carefully, you settle one of the boxes on the floor and pick around inside for a moment. There's nothing overly noteworthy, aside from some arts and crafts supplies that you're sure Gangle might appreciate. However, you soon pause when you notice what looks to be a sticker sheet tucked between a few stray papers. It's unused, not a single sticker missing, all of which are simple golden stars with a smiley face and glitter filter under the plastic covering.

As you slowly toy with the edge of one to try and peel it from the sheet, an idea comes to mind that makes you stop. It's...embarrassing, somewhat, but you figure maybe he'll be receptive to it. Worst comes to worst, he'll hopefully just pretend it didn't happen, and you'll be able to do the same.

You step back out from what you can now safely call a storage closet, the sticker sheet held close to your chest, and pause to take in a breath. Then, you call out, "Hey, Caine?"

"Heeello, _____!" Though you anticipate it coming, you're still taken aback some when the ringmaster himself pops out of thin air right in front of you, floating a few feet just above you. You try your best to mask your mild spook with a small smile as he continues, theatrically twirling his cane and adjusting how he floats in the air so the golden epaulettes on his shoulders settle more neatly, "What can I do for you, my little peach cobbler?"

You can't help briefly taking amusement in the silly "nickname" he used for you this time. He always calls the group something new when they return from an adventure, though you can't really recall if he's ever done the same with individual circus members, like he does with you. The thought that perhaps it is only something he does with you crosses your mind, though you quickly clear your throat before you can let the idea get to you. "Well, I was looking around since I have some extra free time after today's adventure, and I have something I'd like to give you."

"Gasp! You— You have something to give to me?" Caine zips closer to you, his cane floating just nearby as he puts both of his hands to his lower jaw, as if trying to cover his "mouth" in shock. You watch as his pupils dilate to the point of covering nearly half his eyeballs, with cartoonish sparkles around them to boot. He's in complete awe, though his eyes shrink closer to their usual size as he darts them away whilst murmuring rather loudly, "No human's ever given me a gift before...!"

"It's, uh..." You pause momentarily when Caine turns back to you, his eyes immediately dilating again, to the point you can barely see the blue and green of his irises. You can't help smiling at his enthusiasm, elaborating, "It's not much, but I figured... You put in a lot of work for these adventures, so I think you deserve a little something as...as thanks."

You pull the sticker sheet away from your chest, and it's as if Caine's just now noticing what you've been holding this whole time as he eyes follow yours. He gasps again, though this time it's an actual gasp and not him just saying it, and he's strangely quiet while you work on peeling off the one you were toying with previously. With one edge already sticking out, it's a quick effort, and when you look back up, Caine's already staring at you again like you've hung the stars in the sky, even though all you have is a cheap star sticker on your index finger.

You try your best to ignore the strange feeling in the chest area of your "circus body" and ask, your voice softer than you anticipated, "Could you come closer, please?"

"Oh!" Caine "blinks," and his pupils are back to their usual size. Without even looking its way, he quickly reaches out to grab his cane, given it'd started drifting away in the air. "Why, ah, yes, of course I can!"

With that, he lowers himself closer to the floor, but still not quite enough to let his shoes touch the red carpeting. You don't mind that, as now he's close enough for you to reach out – disregarding the next brief gasp he lets out and his sudden clutch on his cane – and carefully stick the little star on the black lapel of his suitcoat. His eyes watch your every move intently, and while he seems consistently shocked, he doesn't seem...put off. Hopefully. Even if he acts like an open book sometimes, it's also a bit hard to pick up what he's actually feeling before his boisterous and loud ringmaster persona takes over again.

But right now, he's silent as your touch lingers on him, just to try and smooth down the sticker so it completely sticks. The glitter on the sticker almost match the much more rich and sparkly texture of his suitcoat, and you find yourself smiling at this. Even if the difference in quality is noticeable, it still fits him, in a way. To you, it's perfect for him.

"There," You breathe out, softly, as you carefully retract your hand. Looking back up at him, you're somewhat surprised to see that look of awe in his eyes again, with some kind of fuzzy glaze over them, but what concerns you more is the utter lack of a vocal response. Knowing Caine, he'd be talking endlessly by now with his equally endless train of thought.

You feel your nerves flaring up as you ask, "Is that alright?"

Both Caine's upper jaw and his shoulders just barely lift in quiet surprise as he seems to snap out of whatever daze he was in. He lets out a quiet "Ah—" before he quickly zips back up into the air, reestablishing a more respectable distance between the two of you. "YES! It's quite alright! Who wouldn't be on cloud nine after receiving such a thoughtful gift, hahaha!"

You hardly think a dollar-store quality star sticker you found in one of his storage closets counts as a thoughtful gift, but who are you to look a gift horse in the mouth? You quietly shrug, smiling again as you bring the sheet closer to yourself once more. "I figured I'd show my appreciation since the others don't seem as...receptive. Just..."

You pause for a second, suddenly feeling your hold on the sheet falter while you attempt to maintain eye contact. "Just know that I appreciate what you do. And you."

Caine's lower jaw nearly falls out of place in response to your admission. "Y-You—" His hat slips off his upper jaw, which he grabs and begins to toy with the rim while his cane begins to float away again. His pupils once again begin to dilate heavily, this time with a faint sheen to them. "You appreciate...me—?"

You startle when his eyes suddenly bluescreen, a faint high-pitched tune similar to old dial-up emitting from somewhere inside him as his body completely freezes up. Though you initially let out a nervous chuckle, your eyes dart over to his drifting cane and reach out to take it with your free hand as you question, "Uh, Caine?"

...Surely you didn't break him, right?

It's only a moment later that he snaps back to reality, his jaws clamping together and shielding his eyes as he shakes his head so violently that all you see is a blur of red and white. When he finally stills and opens up again, his eyes immediately land on yours before he suddenly turns his entire body away. Slapping his top hat back where it's supposed to be, he exclaims, "WOW, ah, would you look at the time! Gotta go, ahah, get to work on the next adventure for tomorrow!"

Out of nowhere, seemingly snapping back to his ringmaster persona, Caine swoops down and close to you again, disregarding the way you faintly startle as he "whispers" behind one of his hands to you, "This one's gonna knock you outta the park! I've been putting a lot of work into it for quite some time now, and I think you're gonna love it!"

While you're not sure what exactly he's implying with the emphasis on you in particular, you can only hope that's a good thing. You smile again, telling him, "I'm looking forward to it then, Caine. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course you will!" As he talks, he seems to notice his cane in your hand, and reaches out to take it, though not without clasping your hand between his with a small pat. With his cane back in his grasp, Caine drifts higher up into the air again. "Well, I best be going now! Don't get too bored without me around, haha!"

You only let out a small chuckle as he disappears. The atmosphere is strangely quiet once more – it always is, right after he leaves.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you ignore the persistent fluttering in your chest and turn back to the storage closet. Since he didn't seem to mind you using his stickers like that, then maybe he won't mind if you take that box of art supplies.

You let your thoughts drift to the texture of his suitcoat and the subtle warmth underneath as you step back in to grab the box. And as you step out, you swear you still feel the sensation of his gloved hands around yours in that split moment before he left. You know you'll have to pull yourself together soon so the others don't start asking questions, but until then, you take your time walking back to the main room and wonder if there's anything in particular he likes that you could draw for him.

Maybe you'll ask him next time. If he appreciates being given a little sticker so much, then you'd like to find or work on other things to gift him. Plus, with his not-so-subtle admission of never receiving a gift before, you know you can't just stop with the sticker.

After putting in so much work to try and make you and the others happy, you think he deserves the same – someone that wants to make him happy too. And you're already more than willing to be that someone.

[princiere]

partial or fully nonverbal reader / Tenna who has an instinctive need to fill the dead air so he yaps constantly.

maybe he gets worried at first that he's annoying you, or you're not interested in whatever he's going on about. but then he sees that look in your eyes, the ones that have been paying attention to him this entire time. his screen glitches a little, flushed with colored bars, only worsening when you give him any sign of encouragement to continue, whether that be from a small tilt of your head, that smile of yours that he yearns for no matter what, or a murmur for him to keep going – and that's all it takes for him to start talking again, his plug-in cord thumping and wagging just behind him with excitement.

[princelywritings]

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.

[princelywritings]

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.

[princelywritings]

OMG UR REQS ARE BACK HI !!!

something simple..how about some very jealous Tenna ? He swears up and down he doesn't have an issue with that but we all know he absolutely does

Reassurance

wc: ~2.4k. Tenna/Reader, second person POV. established relationship, jealousy, banter, teasing, comfort, fluff.

a/n: it was fun trying to include some other characters for this, since I usually just try to keep the focus on Tenna for these ficlets. we'll also not be addressing the obvious lack of a certain character, tyvm ;;

It's more often than not that you find yourself in the green room between rounds for Tenna's show, given he needs time to get everything for the next round ready. Usually, you occupy yourself with the games he provides with the consoles in there, or you indulge in the minigames over in the A-Rank room if you feel as though you haven't gotten enough of one in particular lately. The showman always makes sure to find ways to prevent you from ever getting bored, even while offstage, and you're always thankful to him for that.

Tonight, however, you honestly just want to relax. Tenna's game boards and his physical challenges have proven to be plenty of stimulation for you already, so after the second round and you're escorted to the green room (with his usual kiss to your head before leaving), you actually idle at the vending machine for a moment, debating on what to do with your free time before the final round. The console games feel a bit too mentally taxing, especially after spending so long on tonight's game boards, and you already know you don't have the spare energy to play any extra minigames right now.

"Can't make up your mind tonight?"

Your eyes dart over to whoever just spoke to you, and you're greeted with the Pippins running the bar for the time being. You hum thoughtfully, stepping over to one of the bar stools. "Hm, something like that."

"He's always got a lot for you to do, doesn't he?" They obviously tease. "Have you ever tried kicking back and relaxing for once?"

You momentarily glance elsewhere as you think. "...Not since I started coming here, I suppose."

"No need to run yourself ragged just for him, y'know. That's what this bar is for, after all! Why don't you try out a drink or two?"

Honestly, you don't see why you shouldn't. Just as you glance up at the menu, however, they pipe up again, "Oh, and just a heads-up, anything you order will be deducted from your points."

That gets a chuckle out of you. "Well, I think I've accumulated plenty of those lately."

With that settled, you finally decide to take a seat at the nearest stool. It thankfully spins smoothly so you can adjust yourself to your liking, and once you're comfortable, you peek back at the menu and decide on your drink. The Pippins gets to work, trying to make light conversation in the meantime. "Y'know, a while back, before you got here, the bar was mostly just for show – no drinks or nothing! Everything came from the vending machines, since Mr. Tenna didn't want us touchin' the points."

"I'm guessing he's fine with it now, then?"

"Hah, barely. He put in some strict regulations, but at least the bar actually has a purpose now."

You snicker a little; yea, that sounds about right for him.

Just as they finish up your drink and set it on the counter before you, you hear a familiar voice behind you chime in, "Evening, _____!"

Upon glancing over your shoulder, you're met with the weather couple, Elnina and Lanino. By now, you're plenty familiar with them, so you tilt your head in a small greeting of your own. "Hey guys. Here for a drink too?"

"You know it!" Elnina smiles while she takes the seat next to you. "Can't get any rain without quenching my thirst!"

"Surely there's a better way to say that?" Lanino remarks, taking the stool on the other side of her in the meantime. Elnina turns her head to him, and you can only guess what kind of glare he just received, judging by the speed at which he shuts his mouth.

"Anyway!" She straightens up, turning back to you. "What brings you here tonight? We've never seen you try the bar before!"

"You're welcome." The Pippins across the counter suddenly interjects.

After casting a quick glance their way, you answer her, "Mm, just don't have as much energy as usual tonight, I suppose. I was trying to figure out what to do, since we still have one more round for Tenna's show, but I didn't wanna make myself tired in here, so... They called me over, basically. Told me to relax."

"Again, you're welcome."

You can't help chuckling a little at their remark.

For a while, you're able to make more light conversation between the bartender and couple, nursing your drink between your hands during the quiet moments and laughing when the couple inevitably starts bickering like usual. The Pippins across the counter refills your drink once it runs low, and you give them your thanks.

Just as you're starting to wonder how long it's been, or if the next round is going to start soon, you suddenly freeze at the sound of another, much more familiar voice behind the three of you. "All of you having fun?"

Something about his tone sends a shudder down your spine.

Still keeping your drink in your hands, you carefully spin your stool around to face Tenna, who seems to have adjusted his height to be able to fit in the green room. He stands with his arms crossed, a tight smile on his staticky screen, accompanied with a low furrow of his upper frame. His plug-in cord is untied and hangs out from behind his suitcoat, twitching almost irritably against the floor and even thumping with a small but sharp crack against the tiles every now and then, thanks to the metal ends.

Your attention turns over to the weather couple as they suddenly begin to stammer over each other, making up excuses that you can't really discern from one another. The Pippins behind the bar simply snickers, "C'mon, boss, we're just chatting. You don't want your contestants to sit back and relax for once?"

You glance back at Tenna, and while he tenses up even further in response to the obvious provocation, he seems to disregard their words, unfurling his arms to emphasize himself. "We only have one more round tonight, and I need them at their prime for this! They're more than welcome to relax, but the last thing they need is to sit here and hang out with— Wh-Why are you even running the bar to begin with?! I relegated this to the Shadowguys!"

"They called out sick."

"They can't do that! They can't have all called out sick, let alone call out at all!"

Raising one of his hands to the side of his head, Tenna groans as the others begin to snicker. "Look, the final round is about to start, so I need all of you in your places, NOW!"

Something about his choice of words makes Lanino pipe up. "But— We're not even in the script for—"

"You are now! So chop chop, get to it, you two!" He claps his hands together, clasping them tightly.

It's the couple's turn to groan, but they don't give any remark and hop off their stools to head to the stage to prepare for the final round. Upon checking over your shoulder again, you realize that the Pippins had fled at some point after Tenna was done getting on their case; at least they can't intentionally make the situation any worse now.

"And _____?"

You feel your body involuntarily tense. As you turn your head back to Tenna, you pause once more at the realization that...he shrunk again. He's a bit closer to your height now, if you had to guess, and the corner of his tight smile twitches. The thumping of his cord ceases, having wrapped itself around his ankle.

After what seems like hesitation on his part, he finally speaks up, his voice more quiet and...uncertain now. "...You were...having fun with them, weren't you...?"

Despite how you feel a bit verbally cornered right now, you answer honestly, "I was. I just wanted to relax a bit between rounds this time, so I could save my energy for your show."

"Save your—" Tenna straightens up, stepping closer. The furrow of his frame is gone, shooting upwards now. "Sweetheart, if you're low on energy, you should've told me! I-I can get you something to eat real quick! I got yogurt tubes that'll brighten you up again in no time!"

"No, no, it's okay." You giggle lightly, raising one of your hands to press to his chest now that he's so close to you. He seems to perk up at the physical touch, given how his lips purse into a wobbly line, and his once staticky screen dusts with a light pink.

Now that he seems a bit more relaxed – or less upset, at least – you decide to question, "So, what was all that about?"

"...What was what about?"

You tilt your head, breaking into a light smirk when he seems to fluster a little under your gaze. You clarify, "You don't usually get all snappy like that unless something upset you. Those two weren't even supposed to be on the show tonight until you decided that just a minute ago. So, talk to me. Did something happen?"

"...Well..." Tenna angles his screen away, pointedly looking down at the section of tiling just next to your stool. After a second, he lifts his head back up, yet still turned away enough to not look at your directly. "You were just...being awfully friendly with them, is all. Can't have them dragging you into their little schemes right under my nose!"

"Schemes, huh? About what, exactly?"

"Well— Th-That's what I'd like to know!"

You giggle lightly at his accusations, if you could even call them that. He stammers a bit incoherently in response to your amusement, ultimately shutting his mouth once you've caught your breath.

Leaning closer to him – promptly causing him to face you directly once more – you quietly say, "Relax. I wouldn't go behind your back like that. But if you wanted my attention on you, that's all you had to say."

"Huh—?"

"We're gonna be late at this rate, but you're not rushing me like the others. Your first question to me was if I was having fun with them, Tenna. You're not subtle about being jealous, but that's oka—"

"WH— I AM NOT JEALOUS!"

"Then why aren't we going onstage yet? You were in such a hurry a moment ago to get everyone else going, but not me."

"Th-That's—!"

By now, his screen is flushed with colored bars, and he pouts slightly when you giggle again. After he seems to realize you're teasing him, he takes a moment to compose himself, yet he still juts out his bottom lip. "...I wasn't jealous."

"Sure."

"I— Why do you sound like you don't believe me?"

"Because I don't."

That sends him into another stammering episode. It's hard not to take pity on him, even if just a little. As you giggle again, you lean back in your stool, taking Tenna out of his audible spiraling now that there's some distance between the two of you again.

"I wouldn't be upset with you if you were jealous, y'know."

That seems to get his attention. "...You wouldn't?"

You hum with a shake of your head. "I think it's cute. Well, maybe the part about you basically punishing your staff about it isn't very cute—"

Tenna winces a little at that.

"—but seeing you get all worked up like that was...silly, in a good way. You really want my attention on you, don't you? Enough to get all pouty?"

The colored bars across his screen that had been slowly fading suddenly brighten again, and he quietly clears his throat, shifting one of his hands to toy with the knot of his tie while the other slides behind his back. He smiles shakily. "Well— I-I am the host after all, it— It only makes sense that your attention stays on me! That, and— Well..."

Tenna shrinks again, just a little, and the corner of his mouth twitches. "...I am more entertaining than them, right?"

...Something in the way he questions this sobers you relatively quickly from the teasing you've been putting him through. With a much more certain smile of your own, you answer easily, "Of course you are, Tenna."

That seems to be the assurance he needs, given how his visibly forced smile becomes much more relaxed to match yours, as well as regaining some height to his stature. "Good! Good. Right. Of course I am! Just, ah, wanted to make sure, haha!"

You can't help chuckling a little; his lack of subtlety will never not be amusing to you.

After clearing his throat once more, Tenna relaxes his posture some, enough so he still carries the peppy charm he'll need for the stage. "Well! With that settled, are you ready to get the show started, _____?"

"Almost."

Tenna lets out an inquisitive hum as you turn to set your drink on the counter; you're not sure what else to do with it since the bartender is nowhere to be seen now. Once you're turned back to him, you beckon him closer, to which he complies with right away, despite his clear confusion. You're careful with grabbing his lapel, so as not to wrinkle it right before he's on camera, and Tenna briefly gasps right before you lean up enough to give him a small kiss.

You pull back to see the renewed flush of colored bars on his screen, and giggle almost breathlessly. "Just remember that I don't do that with anyone else, okay? You're cute when you're jealous, but don't forget that you're special to me."

Tenna's little act of breathing that he instinctively follows at all times wavers just slightly, catching in his throat, and his plug-in cord swishes across the floor loudly enough to make you burst into another fit of giggles. As he pulls himself together again, he gently nods his head. "Ah— Y-Yes, heard you loud and clear, sweetheart. But, uh, how about one more, just to make sure?"

You laugh harder, but comply with his wish anyway. The show is definitely going to start late by now, but you don't think Tenna seems to mind much.

[princelywritings]

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!

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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.

[princelywritings]

Looking Out For You

wc: ~2.4k. DN!Tenna/Reader, second person POV, lightner!reader. injuries, comfort (kinda from both sides). mutual pining, fluff, first kiss.

a/n: I've been craving another soft moment with Null, this time with some more pre-relationship shenanigans (but not for long) like how I was initially writing him. bc of that, there's some references to some of my first works for him sprinkled around, lol

Your first instinct upon startling awake is to try and sit up. Your mind hasn't even processed the change in environment, all you can think is that the last time you were conscious, things were getting ugly in a supposedly scripted fight against some employees of Null's, and then—

There's a sharp pain that stabs through your head, and you wince pathetically, hanging your head down to rest your forehead in the palm of your hand. With your somewhat blurred vision angled down now, however, you're able to notice a familiar dark suitcoat now bundled at your lap, still covering your legs.

Your cheeks warm at the clear sentiment, even if you have bigger concerns right now.

"And who said you could move?"

Now that you're coherent enough to know better, you refrain from trying to jerk your head in the direction of Null's voice, even if you're slightly startled by it. As you take in the sight of the leather couch you're situated across, you presume he's across the other side of his office, at his desk. You faintly hear the sound of his rolling chair sliding across the floor as he stands, followed by the clicking of his dress shoes as he approaches you.

"...How long was I out for?" You grumble past the harsh pulsing of your heartbeat in your temples. Everything aches, tremendously.

"An hour or so. You didn't tap out when you were supposed to in order to continue the scene, and you got your ass beat as a result." It almost feels like he's lecturing you. He probably is.

Because of that, you retort, perhaps too harshly, "I didn't know I was supposed to tap out, let alone that I could in the first place."

While you aren't able to see his expression clearly from this angle, it's obvious by the change in his tone that whatever anger he had towards you moments ago just vanished. "...There's a special set of rules for you due to your lightner status. Clearly whoever I told to inform you of that didn't follow through." Null sighs irritably, and in the corner of your stabilizing vision you can see him settling himself on the edge of the coffee table, his height adjusted to be closer to yours for once – it's not often he does that. You've seen him without the suitcoat a handful of times so far, though you're still somewhat taken aback when you manage to glance over and catch sight of his pinstriped button-up and the chest harness buckled over it. You're not sure if the quick and faint bout of dizziness you're struck with is because of your current condition or not.

Null toys with the hem of his gloves to make sure they're still tucked under the sleeves of his button-up, before regarding you once more. "I'll have a chat with them later. For now, it looks like you're still in pain."

"Yea, a lot." You grunt out, leaning over to rest against the back of the couch. The cool leather feels nice on the flushed skin of your cheek, though whether it's from the pain or something else is beyond you. All that's taken the forefront of your mind right now is how much it hurts to move, with the initial adrenaline out of your system.

Null hums briefly in acknowledgment, almost passively. Then, you see his gloved hand reach out to you, just in your peripheral. Carefully, you turn your head enough to look at it without straining your eyes too much. After a somewhat tense silence, you question him, "...What?"

"Give me your hand."

"...Why?"

"Look, do you want more healing or not?" Null gripes briefly, but quickly takes in a deep breath. After he seems to compose himself, he reiterates, "...I only used enough healing magic earlier to stop you from bleeding out, and then I took you here to rest. If you're still aching, then..."

It's clear he struggles to elaborate further. Coupled with the suitcoat on your lap, the situation couldn't be more blatantly unfamiliar to someone like Null. But, you're not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.

Wordlessly, you reach out your hand closest to him, settling your fingers over his gloved palm. His fingers just barely twitch at the contact, but since you don't point it out, he doesn't either. After a long moment of Null presumably processing what's happening – you actually accepting his offer for care – his own fingers slowly encase over yours. Notably, his claws are nowhere to be seen right now too.

You can see faint shimmers of green light where your hands are joined, and slowly, your aches begin to ease. Letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, your body relaxes further into the cushions, your muscles having been strung taut from the pain since you woke up. The hand holding yours squeezes its grasp slightly, which makes the twisting in your stomach more apparent that it isn't being caused by your general condition.

Even as the green shimmers fade into nothing and you're left in significantly less agony than moments ago, you're now stuck with a different dilemma: Null's not willing to let go, and neither are you. With your vision relatively cleared now, your eyes flit uncertainly between his screen and your hand. Part of you wonders that if you make it clear enough, he might get embarrassed about his affections becoming obvious again and let go sooner or later, and you could promptly tease him to try to lighten the mood, now that you're feeling better.

Instead, he tilts his head down some, the upper edge of his frame furrowing as he frowns. He still hasn't let go of your hand, and judging by the way the glow of his screen cascades over it like a spotlight, you decide against pointing out...whatever's happening. More often than not, Null's in a bad mood, but right now it's hard to discern what exactly for.

"...You scared the shit out of me, y'know." His voice is deep and quiet when the words slip out, accompanied with a faint layer of staticky compression. That statement alone, and coming from him, is enough to make your eyes widen, but he continues, "I had a bad feeling about that script, but it seemed like you were actually having fun, so I didn't say anything until..."

Then, he sighs sharply, seemingly disregarding the rest of what he was about to say. "You still weren't properly informed about the rules regarding you during fights onstage. So, if you're good now, I need to go and talk to—"

"Wait."

Despite Null's split-second of irritation upon being interrupted, he stays quiet as you shift on the couch to fully face your body towards his, making sure his suitcoat doesn't slide off your lap. Your knees nudge against his, and you can't help noticing how he slightly twitches in response before settling into the feeling. Carefully, you take his hand between both of yours.

"Thank you. Really. I'm okay now, thanks to you."

Null still keeps his screen angled down towards your hands, though it's clear your words affected him, as he slowly relaxes after a long moment. His tense shoulders drop, and the dip in his upper frame smooths out, if only a little. Eventually, he manages an almost curt nod, adding, "...I simply just know better than to overlook your pain or exhaustion now."

"And I appreciate it." You smile, gently squeezing his hand and chuckling when he returns the gesture. That seems to get his attention, judging by the way his head lifts up to face his screen to you again, as if watching your expression. You add, "If I'm gonna spend a lot of my time here, I appreciate that you look out for me, Tenna. It helps me feel safe."

"...Safe..."

For a moment, you swear you spot a dust of color across his screen, but it's gone as quick as it comes. He suddenly clears his throat. "Right. Of course. I— This is my studio, after all. It only makes sense I look out for you, given how difficult the others get."

You bite down the comment that he initially wasn't much better.

Instead, you pull the hand not in Null's grasp to beckon him closer. Though he briefly regards you with skepticism, he ultimately leans down to you, his elbows pressing into his knees. With your free hand, you press the bottom corner of his frame against your palm as you lean up to give a small peck to the other corner. You'd only done this to him once before, and given you're still alive, you figure he doesn't mind the gesture.

His reaction is...interesting; the hand holding yours tightens its clutch, just enough to sting, and his entire body tenses in shock. When you pull away, it's even more apparent how your chaste kiss affected him, judging by his shoulders raising again and that dust of color across his screen lingering stubbornly this time. They almost appear as blurred colored lines, like when a TV's signal is out, funnily enough. You've only seen this from him once before with the last kiss, but this time you're able to get a good look at it, without him quickly brushing it off with his usual bravado.

Null frowns again in the midst of your blatant staring, the colored bars of his screen darkening. "What?" He questions almost defensively.

You hum, amused. "Nothing. Your blush is...pretty."

Even as the blush in question worsens, Null clicks his tongue, feigning annoyance. He still smiles when you do, however, despite how his upper frame still tries to furrow down. "Pretty, huh? What, are you trying to rile me up now? Getting a kick out of seeing me like this?"

"It's just nice seeing you when you're not upset about something, for once."

That seems to catch him off guard. Null's amusement practically freezes, and he slowly readjusts himself from where he's sitting on the table. He tries to angle his screen away, yet pauses a second later when he subsequently pushes himself more into your touch. He makes another attempt at a frown, then seemingly gives up not long after and blanks again. It almost looks like he's nervous, all of a sudden.

"...It's not often I get to feel like that." His words are hesitant, quiet. "It's...strange."

With that admission, you get an idea. You smile again, carefully prompting, "Well, I'd like to see it more, if you're willing. Think of it as...me looking out for you. That way I don't owe you too many favors."

Null suddenly clicks his tongue again, yet it's hard to ignore the faint smile in his expression. Turning his screen back to you, his shoulders sink again as he tells you, "Sure, doll. Whatever you like."

There's something about seeing him so relaxed for once – thanks to you, no less – that compels you to be impulsive once more, and a lot more daring, at that. You're painfully slow when you lean close this time, paying attention to the way Null barely twitches again, this time from the realization about what you're trying to do.

You pause, suddenly feeling unsure. He hasn't made a move to stop you, yet hasn't leaned in at all either.

...

Null closes the space before you have time to question him, startling a small gasp out of you that's stifled by his own mouth before it fully slips out of yours. It takes a moment, but you're quick to relax into the feeling.

You're not sure what you expect, kissing a sentient TV, but it's...nice. Really nice. It's pleasantly warm, for one. There's a faint tingling on your lips that you think you could get addicted to, accompanied with the taste of both the smoke from his latest cigarette and the mint he took in an admittedly poor attempt to cover it. You smile against his mouth when you feel Null's free hand cup your face in return, the hand holding yours rubbing a thumb over your skin and sending a shudder down your spine.

As the two of you eventually separate to give you a chance to catch your breath, you snicker at the sight of his screen fully developed with colored bars now. Null pulls his hand away from your face to clear his throat, though it only subdues the blush to dust across the middle, as it had originally appeared moments prior. "...Was that another stupid act of impulse from you?" He tries to ask with irritation, however it comes out far more unsure than he probably anticipated.

You answer honestly, "Kind of. It's, uh, not the first time I've thought about doing that though, just the first time I...did something about it."

Null's hold on your hand tightens again, just slightly. Though he may not have any eyes to speak of, you can feel how intently he watches you for a long moment. He lets out a small breath – probably his attempt at a curt sigh, only for it to escape with a minor tremble to it. "I hope you understand what doing something like that means for you, then."

"...For us to date?"

"Don't speak about it so casually. As of now, you're mine just as much as I'm—"

Null pauses, his upper frame suddenly rising a little. You tilt your head with a smirk at the sight of his blush worsening again. "Just as much as you're...what? Go ahead, I'm listening."

He clicks his tongue again, this time out of genuine irritation. It hardly has any bite to it though, even as he frowns again. "Now you're trying to get a rise out of me."

"Sorry, sorry – I just like knowing I can make you blush like this."

"Oh, like you're fairing any better."

He's not wrong, with how much your cheeks have been burning this entire time. Still, you can't help laughing, your amusement subsequently muffled as Null reaches to cup your face again and pull you back in for another kiss. Whether he's trying to shut you up or not is beyond you, but you're not about to complain if this is how he plans to do so now.

[princelywritings]

sorry is this a crazy thing to send in Immediately. i may have notifs on your blog and maybe have missed your writing like, a lot.

tenna hcs specifically on the size difference of it all perhaps? 🫶 i think a lot about how hes like...legit maybe 15 ft. the cute parts of it and also thirsts maybe...especially if he realized the reader was into that?

(null included if your heart so desires, hes not my cup of tea but hey. your writing does some things to a man)

while I do believe that they can willingly adjust their size whenever they like, it's obvious that these TV men spend a majority of the time at their "natural" height, as we'll put it. so let's address that!

and I absolutely will include Null, thank you >:)c

just like with previous HCs, I'll split the SFW and 18+ sections!

If You Continue, You Consent To 18+ Content. You Have Been Warned.

Tenna

I like to think that for a little while, initially, Tenna's very worried that his natural height actually puts you off and that you're too nice to comment on it. sure, everything looks bigger on TV, but now he can't help but stress that it's too intimidating, too much for you as a romantic partner! he can voluntarily shrink down to your height for convenience sake, but what about when his emotions get the best of him, or he wants to be affectionate with you onstage while he has to be his natural height? he agonizes over this pretty consistently when the two of you start getting closer.

once it's clarified that you don't mind the fact that he's usually triple your height, he develops slightly interesting methods of affection with such a staggering height difference. one of his favorite gestures is picking you up and carrying you around; you already weigh next to nothing for him, given his robotic nature, so with the added size difference, you're practically the weight and size of a small plushie to him. he'll treat you like one too, carrying you around even when it's unnecessary and smothering you with kisses when he can.

speaking of kisses, they're unsurprisingly difficult with the size difference, much to his grievances. he can still kiss you wherever he'd like, and vice versa, but actual mouth-to-mouth kisses can be somewhat of a struggle but also hilarious in a sense, if you find it funny that his lips are on your entire face... at least the warm buzzing of his screen feels nice on your skin, even as it starts to feel tingly. he preens hard if you start giggling when he kisses you, tickled by the sensations, which only spurs him into giving you more.

something I've thought about now and then is trying to share clothes with Tenna. again, he can shrink down to your height to make whatever he's wearing properly fit you (the only logistics to this if you ever ask how he does that is "TV magic"), but there's something comedic yet endearing in the idea of wearing something of his like a cloak or blanket. no need for a real blanket, his suitcoat has got you covered, literally and metaphorically! and if he wears anything of yours, don't question how it also grows to fit him at his natural height... just make sure he shrinks again before giving it back.

he absolutely adores having your smaller body in his hold during cuddling. whether he's practically surrounding you with himself whilst spooning you or having you lay on his chest, he'll never get over how cute you are, squeezing you close to his body with his arms completely enveloping you. just don't get offended if he compares you to a cat.

Tenna doesn't exactly bring it up, but he's incredibly grateful that you trust him enough to let him handle you when he's at his full height. while his staff aren't exactly scared of him, it's clear that they're not really willing to get too close to him, which he mostly blames on his size compared to them. so it means a lot to him that you're accepting of him like this, and readily willing to allow him so close to you despite the staunch difference in both height and strength between the two of you.

because of his aforementioned worry that you're put off by his height, he might try to adjust himself to a more comfortable size for both your sakes during intimacy at first. it'll likely be more difficult to change his mind on this too, given that at his full size, there's realistically no way for you to be able to take him inside you. he can't stand the thought of hurting you at your most vulnerable.

however, the moment it dawns on him that you not only don't mind the size difference but are into it... well that changes things, doesn't it? that just means he'll have to get creative. no penetration at his full size, of course, but otherwise...

he may not make it obvious at first so as not to startle you, but he definitely gets off on the visual of wrapping a hand around your entire waist – not both hands, just one. being big enough that not only can his large palm press against your entire backside, but that his thumb and middle finger can touch each other at your front without any issue, even with some overlap? he's damn near busting in his pants already. he likes the visual confirmation that if he wanted to, he could easily grab you like this to move you exactly the way he likes... like a toy...

because of his natural size and strength, it's no effort for Tenna to manhandle you around, grabbing and moving you without breaking a metaphorical sweat. this comes in handy when you're in a particularly difficult position, and you're struggling to hold it. just let him hold you however you prefer so you don't wear yourself out before the fun's over. all that he asks is that you hold onto one of his fingers that's nearly digging into your flesh.

while he of course still doesn't want to accidentally hurt you in the heat of the moment, there's just something about the vulnerability in general that gets him going, even more so when he's closer to his natural height. knowing you trust him enough to take care of you, that you're not worried he'll get too ahead of himself and are actually into being so wholy overwhelmed by him... even though he's technically bigger, he can just never get enough of you.

Null

unlike Tenna, Null doesn't care what you think about his intimidating size, both before and after establishing a relationship. go figure. his height gives him an incredible advantage on top of being the Lord of Screens, making it easier to keep anyone who opposes him under his control, even when he has to get physical about it. you're no exception.

because of this, you're even more prone to getting manhandled and carried around by Null than you are by Tenna, and even worse is that he's not exactly the most gentle about it. picking you up by the back of the collar like you're a feral cat, tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you by your upper body and just letting your legs dangle is how you're usually situated in his hold, with exceptions for when he feels like being a little nicer for once and carrying you properly. at least your legs won't go numb in those instances.

because of the absurd size difference, he's not too willing to bother with kisses, though he won't gripe if you kiss him anywhere. at the very least, he might tease or outright make fun of you for trying to give him a proper kiss when he can easily bite your head off like this. ...he's just joking. but if you want an actual kiss from him, or any from him at all for that matter, you'll have to ask and subsequently deal with his playful jabs at your neediness, as if he isn't already adjusting his height and dragging you closer to him to fulfill your request. what a hypocrite.

Null likes using his height to his advantage, and it varies if it's to your advantage as well. one day he'll use it to get anyone bothering you off your back, telling them to scram or there will be hell to pay, the next he's using it to keep things out of reach for you, either to get you to apologize to him for pissing him off or to get your attention back on him by asking for his help to get it back down. he likes to think he's not obvious about his intentions, but given that everything he steals usually ends up in spots that you know only he can reach... he's not exactly subtle.

he gets a weird protective instinct during cuddling. you're so small and fragile compared to him, and the fact that you're willing to relax this much around him (or on him) makes him want to keep a look out for potential threats that could ruin this. not only that, but he's painfully cautious with himself as well, and might involuntarily freeze up during the first few instances of cuddling together – not just because he's not used to it, but because he doesn't trust that he won't accidentally hurt you with his sheer size and strength. he'll calm down over time, though that habit of tensing up when he thinks someone/something else is nearby won't ever really go away.

just like his original counterpart, Null's also grateful that you don't mind the size difference, even if he basically forced it on you in the beginning. it strokes his ego to know you like his natural height, but due to his staggering size combined with his prickly personality, he's not exactly the most approachable – intentional on his part, this time – so he appreciates that you're not put off by any of this.

yea, go figure that Null unabashedly gets off on the size difference between you and him. he's big on power play, wanting full control and loving the idea of completely overwhelming you while he barely has to do anything... of course, he plans to do more than just the bare minimum, excluding penetration at his full size, but knowing it's so easy for him to make you fall apart for him makes him a bit feral.

another one that enjoys having his hand around your waist, except he'll actually make good on his perverted ideas of grabbing you and moving you like a toy for him to play with. whether that be forcibly grinding your core along his cock, or holding you firm against his screen while he sucks as many orgasms out of you as he desires, he's more than willing to toy with you for as long as he likes, or until you tap out.

going back to his thing for power play, he might enjoy any fear you exhibit a little too much. not that he wants you to be scared of him, but he likes the brief flash of panic in your eyes when he's holding your entire body down with one hand, or dragging a single, large claw down your clothes, delighting in how they tear so easily. don't worry, doll, he'll get you new clothes as compensation, but for now, he really likes the way you shake in his hold, regardless of if it's out of fear or lust.

while penetration isn't feasible while he's at his full height, Null finds it hot and, quite honestly, a bit cute if you try anyway. aw, you want him so bad that you're willing to hurt yourself for his cock? that's adorable, but not happening. he'll let you mouth at it and grind on it all you like, but he's trying to be considerate of your internal organs here. eventually he'll adjust his size so he can fuck you properly, but until then, he's enjoying the visual of his cock being the size of your entire torso, and then some.

when he feels you're being especially irritating one day, don't be surprised if he uses his plug-in cord to tie you up to the point of immobility. usually, it's not long enough to tie you up so much, but at his full size, it's doable. he'll even force it between your teeth to keep you quiet, condescending as he coos over how you involuntarily drool all over his cord. he may act like it's just you that's getting all worked up, but the sensations of your entire body on his cord as well as your teeth biting down on it is forming a noticeable tent in his slacks, so be prepared for what comes next.