#spamtennapolycule

[kowtownart]

Pride babyyy!! :D

Almost late is better than never! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

(Based off of @/donutdrawsthings’ pride art challenge!)

Birb and I are both Aro/Ace and Tenna is Bisexual :3

[nulldragonhere]

(Polyship) Tenna, Spamton, and reader tickle fic.

Author's notes: Yes, I am still on my polyship bullshit. What of it. For these, I wanted to try a different direction: The big shot and TV era! Just wanted to explore how things might change in that past era.

More silly moments from everyone's favorite polycule, set in the shiningly bright past of your favorite stars.

------ "You're on in five, Tenna. You should finish getting ready."

"That's more than enough time." He makes no move to get up. Instead, the host stays put, leaving you in his lap as he rubs a thumb gently into your lower back.

You made a move to get up, "It's really not-"

"Good luck with that, [Angel]," Spamton calls from over his shoulder. Unlike the main host, he was putting in some effort to prepare himself for the stage, putting his hair in order and checking himself over in the mirror. "He's gonna wait until [Last minute christmas shopping], calling it now."

"You reek of jealousy, Spammy~" The TV sang while pulling you closer.

"Yeah? Only one of us is gonna look [underprepared for battle] when we [enter stage left]. It ain't gonna be [me, myself, and I!], big guy! I'm looking like a [big shot]!" Spamton flicks his comb for added flair, "Where's your [two piece suit jacket combo], anyway?"

Tenna buried his face in the crook of your neck, giving off a noise of displeasure. He knows he'll have to get up; and he always ends up battling this exact demon every day, no matter who was in his lap, and it was constantly a losing battle.

Spamton leaned against the arm of the couch. "We're on in [three-]"

"I knowwwww-" He groans into your neck, hugging you right up against his chest.

You couldn't help but squirm a bit. Between the vibrations of him talking, and the static on his screen, Tenna's nestled position against your neck really kind of tickled.

You let out a short giggle, pressing a kiss to the corner of his screen and watching his antenna perk up with a giggle of his own.

You would come to realize how bad (good?) of an idea this was, as the TV cradled one side of your face, rapid-fire kissing against the side closer to him. With his other arm still wrapped around you, you were firmly trapped and forced to endure the playful attack. You squirmed and pushed against him with a quiet laugh, still feeling the static buzzing each time his face drew near.

"Ohohokay, cut it ouhuhuhut-!" You successfully paused his attack, viewing his silly-looking grin by holding the sides of his face. He purred and leaned into the touch.

"Alright, [lovebird releasing ceremony], come on..." Spamton reached over to rub your shoulder, "You can get back to it [remind me later]. No need for [public displays of affection] [before the show]."

"Just because yoooooooou're reserved about affection doesn't mean WE have to be!" Tenna booped the mailman's nose, who blinked in confusion, "They're having fun! They were just laughing!"

The last of the giggling faded out of your voice slowly as you settled back against the couch cushion, "Because your static tickled, honey."

You could have sworn you heard the sound of shattering glass as soon as the words left your mouth.

"It DID?" Tenna seems far too delighted with this information.

Spamton sighs wearily. Tenna's inadvertantly learned a new trick, and both of you were gonna be feeling it soon. "Rookie mistake."

His comment went unnoticed to you as Tenna hugs you close, shoving his screen back against your neck, static buzz making you bust out into another wave of giggles. You let out a short bark of laughter when his hands came up to squeeze at your sides, ineffectually pushing at him. The distance only served to let one of his hands sneak in and skitter against your stomach.

"Sooooo cute! I'm testing this more later! On both of youuuuuu~!"

"WE ARE [online] IN ONE," Spamton whirls around to quit facing Tenna, eager to change the subject. Poor big shot... you could see his blush from here.

Tenna lets you out of his lap at last, standing up and adjusting his tie. His suit jacket is put on in one fluid motion following, giving himself finger guns of approval in the mirror. While this happened, Spamton leaned back against the arm of the couch to whisper to you as you recovered from your laughter.

"Why'd he have to learn a [new skateboarding tricks] today, huh? We're never gonna catch a [break the targets!] at this rate."

"He's having fun," you shrugged, "not like we can't get him back. Now get out there, your audience awaits."

You gave his stomach a quick squeeze, smiling at the short honk it earned you. Holy fuck, you love these dorks.

------

You were immersed in a new book when you felt it being taken, shut and tossed aside, and your space was newly occupied by a certain salesman, who was far too happy to worm his way in.

You didn't flinch, watching your book sail across the room. You already knew this song and dance. "Hello to you too, Spammy."

He settled himself in, deciding on straddling your hips with a smug grin, hands on your shoulders. "Heya, doll. This [space for rent] looked empty, hope you don't [mind the gap!] me parkin' it here."

"You could have asked. Instead of throwing my book away." You put one hand on his thigh, the other propping your head up.

You watch him shrug in a nonchalant, almost infuriating way, flashing his usual award-winning smile. One hand moved over to cup your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze as he scooted closer.

"Gonna [do something!] about it?"

It was cute how he thought he was in control here. You knew what he wanted, and you were more than capable of making him work for it.

And squirm, he did. His confident gaze faltered slightly when you didn't give him a response. You rubbed your thumb on his thigh, giving a quiet hum. This strategy worked predictably to work him up, but he wasn't off the hook just yet.

"Maybe I could," You moved your hand up to rest on his side, watching him jump slightly, "Or I could ignore it. I'm more patient than you." You barely suppressed a grin when you saw his eyebrow twitch in irritation. "It's hard to tell what you want when you refuse to say it. Care to give me a hint?"

You give him the same irritating shrug he gave you. You absolutely loved the building frustration on his face. You rubbed your thumb over his side, watching some of the bite get taken out of his otherwise fierce expression and his mouth twitching.

He's so easy.

"What do you mean you [error 404: not found]!? It's obvious!"

Ooh, now he was cranky. You put your other hand on his other side, watching him shudder as your thumbs rested on the edge of his stomach. "Is it, though?"

"I-It is!" His face flushed, and he grabs the collar of your shirt in both hands. You felt him jolt slightly when your hands slipped under his loose shirt, grip on your collar loosening with another shudder when he felt your hands resting against his sides once again, thumbs rubbing upwards to his lower ribs.

He gave a quiet whine, lowering his head against your chest to hide a wobbly smile and increased shuddering. You swore you could feel his chest shaking with anticipatory giggling, and you grinned. You did love seeing him on the ropes like this, but you couldn't keep it up forever. He was, unfortunately, too cute to deny for long.

"You're cute when you're needy. You really do a 180 from your usual annoying and cocky self." You kissed the top of his head, one hand tilting his chin back up to look at you. His cheeks were almost as red as his signature suit. Cute...

"You fell in love with this [grade-A asshole], sweetheart! So [it really works!] on you!" He huffed.

You let out a short, dry laugh. "Never said it didn't. I already know you aren't gonna say what you're really after here, so... shall I?"

Just when you thought he couldn't flush any darker, the short salesman surprised you. He gave a small nod, looking anywhere else. He didn't always readily hand over the reins like this, so you had to take advantage while you could.

You grinned at the squeak you earned when you grabbed his hips, manhandling him and shifting your position to pin him to the couch while hovering over him. The usually-confident addison looked up at you with wide eyes and a wobbly smile, squirming as your hands slid back under his shirt.

You gave his sides a gentle squeeze, skittering over his stomach. His body jolted before falling into a giggle fit that made your heart skip a beat. Watching his hands come up to cover his face as he attempted to curl up only made you let out an audible 'aww'.

"How are you so cute?" You ran your thumbs over his ribs, watching him flush darker.

"I ahahaham not cuhuhuhute-!" His hands were still trying to cover his face as he giggles himself silly. "I'hihihihm a [Big shot!]-!"

You couldn't help but lean down and pepper the few exposed spots with kisses. He yelped before giggling harder, one hand still trying to cover his face while the other tried to push you away. You just couldn't have that! You dug your index fingers into the skin under his arms, enjoying the short screech it earned you as his arms shot down and left his face wide open for kisses.

He giggled harder, just on the edge of a loud laugh, trying to squirm away from the butterfly kisses. "Nohohohot thehehehere-! Eeheheheek-!" Spamton let out a squeaky laugh every time a kiss landed around his neck or ears, attempting to curl up and defend himself.

"You're struggling to beat the cutie accusation, you know." You planted more kisses along his jaw, his head trying to come down to cut off your access. If you had a tail, it would have been going a mile a minute at the state of your cocky salesman.

One of your hands slipped down and pushed his shirt up, unnoticed to him due to being lost in his giggling. "Ihihihi'm nohohot cute! Thahahat [car title] belongs to sohohohomeone else!"

"You think so?" Your hands went to his stomach, making him jolt and giggle, his hands shooting down to yours before anything happened. "Because I think you've borrowed the title for the time being."

Spamton flushes again, looking anywhere other than you as his hands still wrapped around your wrists. "...I [preference updated] the term handsome."

"Fine, fine," You shrugged, "You look stunningly handsome when you giggle yourself silly. Is that better?"

"N-No-!" He squawks, "Leave off that [last call] bit-" He collapses into a shriek when you squeeze at his stomach, leg bouncing as he tried to resist the urge to start kicking.

His hands were holding on to your wrists, but he wasn't pushing you off. He was content to laugh himself silly, just as you'd mentioned. You couldn't help the soft smile on your face... or the absolutely devilish idea that just popped in your head.

His stomach was already exposed, and you still had some silly energy to get out, so why not?

Your hands shifted to running up and down his sides as your head came down, planting those same butterfly kisses from before on his stomach.

The reaction was immediate.

The big shot let out the loudest, highest-pitched screech you've heard out of him yet, body jolting and thrashing so hard that your hands had to switch to clamping his sides to keep him from rolling away. He was babbling some kind of plea for mercy while pushing at your head. Oh, you were absolutely gonna keep this in mind next time he needed to go down a peg.

"Wuh-oh, someone's in trouble!" You looked over to see Tenna watching in amusement. How long had he been there? "I thought someone was dying out here!"

Spamton slowly calmed down as the attack stopped, going limp and panting out some residual giggles. Tenna let out an amused laugh.

"Well! Can't say he wasn't asking for it! I heard him annoying you all the way from back in my office!"

"And you didn't even try to help." You shook your head in mock disapproval.

"I think you did fine all by yourself! Just look at him, melted into a cute little puddle!" Tenna put a little too much emphasis on 'cute', feeling absolutely intentional as you heard Spamton let out a quiet groan. "It woulda been overkill if I hopped in! I can't kill him like that, he's my co-host!"

You pulled Spamton's shirt back down, placing a normal kiss to his forehead. He gives you one of his casual, confident grins as he sits up. "As if you two could have [killed] me before I [got your back]."

A beat of silence falls over the living room as you and Tenna exchange a silent glance.

The silence was rapidly replaced with the sound of the big shot's laughter once again. Needless to say, Spamton lost this round. Badly.

------

It was that time of the week again: evaluating the show reviews.

Usually, it went fine! Reviews and viewership have been higher than ever since adding a co-host and other stars to the cast, but this time, uh...

"Viewership is DOWN! What are we doing WRONG!? Aren't we fun enough!?" The sound of Tenna's fit could be heard in most of the studio, and it sent almost every employee scattering.

"Tenna, Asriel and Kris went back to school for the year," You were attempting to placate him, "They've got afterschool activities, and they've been meeting up with the Holidays in the evenings to make things easier on all of the parents-"

You paused to let him hiss at a passing Zapper, who scrambled away from his fangs and claws.

"-Asgore's work has gotten busier, and Toriel has papers to grade. They've been busier, yes, but they still love you! They just don't have as much time-"

The main star tugs at his antenna, wailing. "We're DONE. TV time is DONE, everyone GO HOME, we've FAILED. Watchtime is NEXT TO NOTHING! What are we going to DO!?"

"He's not [you're listening to the radio!] you, darlin'." Spamton sat back at the minibar, pouring himself some scotch. "Just gotta let him [cooldown initiated] by himself."

You hated to stand by and let one of your partners work himself up like this, but Spamton was, unfortunately, correct- Tenna needed to come down on his own terms, or he would just spiral in a different direction. You both could talk him through it, but not when he was this high-strung. He had to calm down a little first.

It didn't take long for his rampage to settle into a quiet boiling rather than the previous explosion. He shrunk by a considerable bit, letting out a pathetic whimper, antenna still clutched tightly in his fists. You approached first.

"...Hey."

No response. You reached out slowly, your hands gently landing on one of his fists. Your fingers pressed, slowly unfolding his fist and freeing his now-wobbly antenna. His grip shifted and softened, holding your hand in his. Spamton did the same with his other hand, both antenna now weakly raised above his head.

"Hey, [big man on campus], how are you feeling?" The big shot's tone was soft- it was a tone that very few others ever had the pleasure of hearing.

"Ohhhhh, I just... I... urf..." Tenna shrunk by a few more inches, "I just don't want them to forget me."

"They won't. This lull in activity happens sometimes, but they always come back." You held his hand with both of yours, planting a kiss on the back of it.

"Yeah, and the [home for the holidays] will be comin' up! That's always a busy time, everyone [gathered around the table] watching movies and stuff! They'll be back, just you wait." Spamton gives him a wink.

Tenna remained quiet, but you could tell that he appreciated the comfort. He would be embarrassed later, but for now, he held hands with both of you like his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

You leaned in and rested your forehead against Tenna's, just barely registering another quiet whimper... or at least, that's what you thought it was, until he squirmed backwards.

Tenna's face now bore a wobbly smile, one arm clearly trying to retract back. Looking over, you saw that Spamton's fingers were scratching at Tenna's palm. The TV let out quiet, almost inaudible huffs of laughter. "S-Spam-!"

"What? We're just [holding hands], trying to cheer up our [sweet most darling] partner. Is something not [satisfaction guaranteed!]?"

"Th-That's nohohot the issue ahahahand you know ihihit-!" Tenna giggled. You couldn't help but grin at the sound, which only flustered him more.

"You probably needed to be redirected from your spiralling, anyway." You laced your fingers with his, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek and cupping his face with your free hand. His antenna shoot straight up with a tiny yelp as you give him another kiss on the screen. This much attention so suddenly...!

...But on the other hand...

"Spahahaham-! Knock it ohohohohoff-!" Tenna's giggling had ramped up as the salesman approached, fingers laced within his, and started scratching at his ribs. With the realization that both of his hands would be useless in defending himself, he scrunches his shoulders in one last-ditch attempt.

He didn't want to scoot back, because it meant that he wouldn't be getting a kiss anymore, but Spamton scratching around his ribs, sneaking his hand upwards, has him almost reconsidering.

It's when you suddenly betray him, hand squeezing at his stomach while kissing his cheek that he throws back his head for a louder laugh.

"B-BOTH OF YOUHUHUHUH-! WHYHYHYHY-!?" He yelps out when Spamton's hand scratches under his arm.

You exchange a quick glance with the big shot, a mischievous grin spreading across both of your faces as you give the answer in tandem:

"We love TV."

You both let out a short 'aww' when the flower makes a sudden appearance, Tenna yelping and screen flushing pink.

"We do! We love our TV!" Your hand scratches at his side and earns a yelp, "We love giving him attention, we love how cute and handsome he is!"

Spamton grins wickedly, "We [love it!] the noises he makes when we [tickles the fancy]!" He gives him a devastating raspberry to the neck, watching him finally crumple to his knees with his screen glowing a vibrant dark pink, squealing out a sound akin to microphone feedback.

"We know the audience loves him, too. Who wouldn't like someone so charming and fun?" You poked at his side, "That's why we fell for him. Right, Spammy?"

"The only time I am [agree2all] in public, big guy." The salesman lets out a short chuckle, "We [love you!], so don't you worry about anything, [ok]?"

For your final coordinated attack, you both kissed him on the screen. He gave out one small squeak-

And proceeded to colorbar.

"TENNA-!?" You gripped the sides of his head in horror.

Spamton threw himself back with a laugh, having to support himself on a nearby table. "Holy [cungadero]! We must've gotten the [high score] and broke him!"

You firmly and quickly patted the plastic casing on the side of his head. You've never seen him do this before, what happened-!?

His screen came back to life with a small gasp. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Sorry, Tenna. Didn't mean to-"

"Oh, that? It happens! Just overheated. Don't worry about that!" He twirled his tie around his finger as he stood up, looking innocent. Then his screen went dark, a bright smile the only thing cutting through.

"Worry about my revenge instead, darlings."

A shudder ran down your spine. Hey, did someone turn the A/C down...? Nope. That's just the promise of retribution later. Maybe he'll go after Spamton first...

[kowtownart]

Very much inspired by @/poppyrays’s flower crown piece, i thought it’d be really sweet for Birb and my Tenna to do something similar :3

💬 0  🔁 156  ❤️ 805 · hiii! could you draw tenna putting a flower crown on spamton I don't think you meant this Spamton but I now have a pho

(Plus a bonus with my sona included hehe)

[nulldragonhere]

I got brave plus a few people were nice to me about my silly concept so. Fuck it we ball.

Polyship + tickle headcanons: Tenna x Spamton x Reader.

(General):

None of you are really sure how the relationship came about, who dated who first or who just happened to be absorbed in. It just... kind of happened. With the three of you being close and the complex feelings that came with it, you just decided to go with it and not question it.

Both of them are touch starved, with Tenna bordering on being needy as hell. At least one is on you (or each other) at any given time. Cuddle piles are a daily occurrance.

Spamton, being the smallest, frequently gets held like a doll to prevent from being crushed. He doesn't protest about this in the slightest, while Tenna loves being laid across. It's like a pile of cats.

Both of them need reassurance sometimes. Loneliness and rejection never quite leave you. Just tell them you love them, and maybe spoil them just a little extra when they need it. They'll return the favor if you ever needed it.

The relationship is best summed up as: two kicked dogs (Tenna and Spamton) and the extremely patient cat that thought they were neat (you). Give or take on that last part.

Alright I had to get that out of the way first just for the sake of the ideas. Time for the sillies:

When it comes to you three, tickling can get... very interesting very quickly. Tenna is a switch depending on his mood, Spamton is ler-leaning, and you're left wherever you fit. Good luck! No, seriously, good luck.

Spamton hits the silly aggro so often but he's so short he has to wait patiently until his desired target is sitting or laying down. And then your life is OVER. Sometimes comes and snuggles up nicely to you before attacking. Has interrupted a cuddle moment between you and Tenna just for funsies and nearly got his lights tickled out for it. Honestly it's his fault for being fun-sized and attacking a guy that's 15 feet tall (ruined his cuddle moment) (punishable by death)

Don't let Tenna's sweet silly behavior fool you. He starts just as many tickle fights as he loses. Sometimes he loses on purpose, sometimes someone got hold of his antennas and he tapped out. He squeals so pathetically sometimes that you can't help but feel bad. Spamton doesn't, though.

You get on the recieving end of a fair share of tickles, too. Sometimes it's only one of them, sometimes it's both at once and it kills you.

Spamton is way meaner, but his teasing is considerably softer with you. Tenna is more sweet and playful. Both at once leads to a really fun exchange though: "Aww, just look at that smile! So radiant! I'm just blinded by our sweet darling!" "[Angel] IS [laugh out loud] TOO HARD TO [reply to all!]! NOW ISN'T THAT JUST [top 10 saddest anime deaths]?" "Be nice to them!"

Spamton, despite being way meaner and more aggro, is easier to stop. You can just... pick him up. Remove him from you. Hold him under the arms and watch him squirm. Better yet, give him butterfly kisses and he's gonna let out some uncharacteristic giggles while kicking his legs helplessly in the air. Raspberry his tum and he's gonna start cussing.

Tenna? Yeah, not as easy to get away from, on account of his height and teleporting skills. But at least he's way sweeter. He'll still reduce you to a puddle, but he's gonna be hyping you up the whole time! Holds you in his lap and pokes around wherever while looking down with a soft smile. He leaves himself open often, and you can't tellnif he just got that lost in the sauce, or if he wants his target to get revenge.

Just squeeze at his sides when he's spaced out. Or if you can reach, shove your hands under his arms and go ham to get a staticy squeal-laugh from him.

You might think at a glance that you and Spamton would team up against Tenna the most. Tall guy vs two shorter people, right? WRONG. The shortest one is such a menace to society that you and Tenna have to call the other for backup against that beast. He's easy enough to take down, but good lord.

Tenna gets up the earliest for his shows (even though he wants to keep cuddling) so morning tickles are common with him, either giving or recieving. He's a big fan of tracing shapes and watching tiny sleepy giggles appear. Cannot understate how sweet this guy is

Meanwhile. Spamton will tickle one of you in the middle of the damn night because he's a night owl and thinks its funny. Most often though, he just wants a certain position in the cuddle pile and needs one of you to wake up so he can swooce in there. Only then does he stop.

If you ever feel like being nice to Spamton, you help him pin down Tenna to tickle his lights out. Usually when he's too stressed to function and needs a reset. You have to rein him in and make sure he's not being too mean to sweet TV guy though

They'll team up on YOU and the usual configuration is: You in Tenna's lap, Spamton in yours, both absolutely going to town on their partner.

That's all I've got for now, if you want more then I am happy to supply! Just ran out of ideas for this post is all-

[kowtownart]

So i've been obsessed with these little sticker bracelets my work has and i ended up buying one that came with a little binder! So instead of using it for its intended purpose, i'll be making my own little thing outta it >:3

So far i only have part of the front and back panels done, but GOSH i love how they came out

Acrylic paint markers are so fun to work with

[nulldragonhere]

Hi. Guess who is STILL on my polyship bullshit. Anyway nobody requested this but I wanted to write it.

Tenna x Reader x Spamton (romantic polyship) (does focus on tickling, you've been warned. Includes one extra bonus scene at the end.)

A small collection of silly domestic moments between you three. And I do mean domestic, holy shit, I went hog wild on it.

It's quiet in the bedroom. You feel a peaceful sort of half-awake awareness in your body as you lay in the darkness. Tenna has his arms loosely wrapped around you, still asleep as you snuggled up just under his TV head. One of your arms is draped over his side as he snores quietly.

Being robotic, he doesn't have a heartbeat or lungs to listen to, but his quiet idle humming has a static sound at the edges. It was a surprisingly good source of white noise, and you found yourself struggling to sleep without it now.

The former big shot was a night owl, so it wasn't uncommon for him to come to bed after you and Tenna (with normal sleeping schedules) would already be asleep. You would wake up to find that the doll had settled in somewhere between the two of you, and go on with your morning.

And as you registered a quiet shuffling at the end of the bed, something walking up to you, you realized that your other partner was doing just that. He had the habit of sneaking up and settling in between you both, almost reminding you of a cat in the way that he squeezed himself in as tightly as possible, settling his head against one of your chests.

You felt a disturbance under your hand, still resting on Tenna's side. If you were slightly more awake, you would have realized the warning signs. Instead, you cracked one eye open in confusion-

Just in time for Tenna to let out a loud squeal, screen coming to life in a harsh white lighting. Both sudden sensations enough to flashbang your poor half-awake self in the otherwise dark and quiet room.

You recoiled, a clearly displeased sound ripping out of your throat as your arms scrambled up to cover your eyes from the light. You faced away from your partner, trying to rub away the stars in your eyes. You didn't have to ask what happened, because the sound of Tenna's half awake and confused laughter made it obvious. One eye had finally recovered enough to look at your alarm clock.

1:12 am.

"Damn it, Spamton!" You rooted around blindly in the dark for your partner, inadvertantly tickling Tenna more. The poor TV man was giggling out a mix of apologies to you and begging for mercy. You know he's around here somewhere, but your vision still had a few stars in it. "It's too early for this!"

It didn't help that Tenna didn't seem to realize just how bright he was in the otherwise dark room. The bright light shining right into your face, even if you had gotten used to it, was still ruining your progress of snatching up the doll. He was playing it smart by staying silent, so you couldn't even follow any audio cues to find his location.

Tenna's hands were grabbing at yours. "Thahahahat's enouhuhuhgh-! Pleahehese-!"

"I'm not doing it on purpose! It's Spamton, I can't find him!"

Despite Tenna's squirming, your blindness from his screen, and both of you functioning half-asleep, you eventually managed to find the lump that was your partner. Smart, he snuck under Tenna's shirt and was clinging to his ribs.

You snatched the doll out by the legs, Tenna finally regaining enough control to dim his screen. You did appreciate not being blinded, holding Spamton up under his arms as Tenna turned on the bedside lamp.

The puppet looked all too pleased with himself, giving you a sly grin. You could only glare blearily at him.

"It is one in the morning." You say flatly.

"[Lovers in your area] WOULD NOT [request accepted] ME INTO [favorites list] PLACE. I HAD TO [book your flight] SO I COULD [swooce right in]."

"You blinded our partner in the process." Tenna straightened one of his antenna tiredly. "We were both so comfortable..."

"EXACTLY WHY I [invitation requested]. I DID NOT INTEND TO [noise complaint] [light pollution] ANYONE."

As Spamton kept talking, you didn't put him back down. The way you were holding him made his shirt ride up considerably, the entire torso almost out. If he wanted to cause issues, then you could too.

You supressed a grin, your voice coming out far too sweetly. "No apology for your poor flashbanged partner?"

"AWW, [angel], DON'T BE [liked posts]. I DIDN'T MEAN FOR [consequences be damned], I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE [top 10 funniest moments]."

You gave Tenna a sly grin, discreetly inhaling before pressing your face against your doll partner's stomach and letting out the most forceful raspberry you could possibly manage.

The reaction was an instant explosion of static-laden cackling, legs flailing and hands desperately pushing against your head and shoulders to get away. He didn't dare kick you, no, but he was trying to curl up or otherwise get away.

Tenna grinned widely, fangs making an appearance. "Ah, a bit of revenge, hmm? Care to allow me some room, darling?"

Of course you did! Spamton barely got any time to recover before you went for another raspberry on his side, another static-laden shreik ringing out. This time, though, the sensation was joined by Tenna's fingers crawling up his ribs. A slightly shrunken state meant he could maneuver around more easily.

Spamton's flailing got bad enough for you to set him down on your lap, but that didn't mean either of you let up. He was pathetically easy to handle in his helpless state.

"Aww, our little salesman thought he could just waltz in and wake us up in the middle of the night." You sounded far too sympathetic as your fingers wiggled under his arms, giving his neck several rapid-fire kisses.

"Too bad he can't strike a deal to get out of this one! Maybe the folks at home will have more sympathy for him than we do!" One of Tenna's hands pinched at his hips, the other poking around his sides at random.

Spamton, meanwhile...

"[Angel], [10 out of 10]-A-! I'M [Condolence card templates] AHAHAHAH- [Stop the presses!]"

He was too busy shrieking and kicking, slumped against you, arms firmly pinned to his sides, and kept getting interrupted by various ads. Some of them were seemingly unrelated, which was how you knew he'd had enough.

You and Tenna stopped your assault, letting him finish his leftover laughing. As he slumped down in your lap and panted, you planted one kiss on top of his head. He tiredly purred and leaned back into you.

"Are you gonna wake us up like that again?" You looked down at him.

"...[Perchance]."

"You can't just say perchance, dear." Tenna poked his stomach and earned a squeak, "Gonna need a yes or no, or we're moving to round two."

"[Agree to terms and conditions]! [Save and quit]! I'LL SETTLE IN [calm and quiet]! WON'T EVEN [get even] WITH YOU!"

Not that you trusted him in the slightest, but you were tired enough to let it slide. By the look of him, he was just as tired. You yawned, setting him down and straightening the disarrayed comforter.

"Let's just agree to call it a night. It's still early."

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Peace never lasts too long in your home. Neither do sweet moments. How long could something like that possibly last when two forces of chaos are at work constantly?

It started so simple, too.

It was on you for missing the obvious trap, really. Tenna inviting you into his lap, Spamton settling in to yours, both practically wrapping themselves around you.

"And there they are, one of the most stunning stars of today! Come rest, darling. We've missed you." The always-sweet TV man had said, only lulling you further into that false sense of security.

You really just thought they were feeling extra affectionate, the way that Tenna's head ducked to nuzzle into your neck, and then with Spamton's hand making its way under your shirt, you flushed and wondered if this was likely going to go further than you first thought.

You thought wrong.

You jolted and let out a small squeak when his hand strayed off, giving one of your lower ribs a pinch. When Tenna's screen suddenly built up a buzzing static against your neck and ears, you couldn't help but curl away with a small giggle. Alas, neither of them were going to let you off that easy, it seemed.

"IS SOMETHING NOT [five star resorts near you], [angel]?" Your addison asks, as if he was not actively poking at your torso.

"G-Guyhuhuhuys, really-?" Neither of them were letting up on their individual attacks, even if they were still being gentle.

You hear Tenna hum from behind your head. "Hmm? Something wrong, darling? You seem awfully tense?"

Spamton's hands were pinching at your sides as he straddled your legs, Tenna's static-covered screen still nuzzling up against your neck, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from running off... this situation was ridiculous, but you somehow didn't mind it.

Well, at least until-

You jolted and let out a sharp squeal when Spamton suddenly ducked his head down for a raspberry, all while pinching whatever he could reach. Hey, this seemed familiar somehow. You jolted hard enough to make both lose grip, almost falling to the floor with a yelp.

The TV man had fast reflexes and caught you, thankfully, putting you back in his lap.

All three of you paused, before breaking out into a new wave of laughter. This was... so, so silly.

But there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

...Until they go for round two, at least. But you were more prepared that time... and then the fuckers pinned your arms and happily picked up where they left off.

What a headache... but they're your headache, and you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

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You arrived home that day to a terrible confusion: Someone you didn't recognize was in the kitchen, happily humming while Spamton chattered away at him. You assumed at first that it was one of your ad partner's customers or friends, until the two started getting a little too close.

Ah, okay, you realized. Spamton must have (somehow) rizzed up this shakespearian man. You were fine with him having other partners, but you did wish that you got a heads-up before finding a near-stranger in your home.

It wasn't until this strange man (whom introduced himself as Roulxs Kaard) started getting a little too cozy with you that you started questioning things. When you saw Tenna get home and visibly deflate from being jovial into barely-masked irritation, you definitely started wondering what was going on.

"Spamton, not that I mind you having other partners," You sat stiffly on the couch besides Roulxs, holding his hand, "But don't you think you could have given us more of a heads-up beforehand?" You whispered across to the addison, holding his other hand.

You saw Tenna seething out of the corner of your eye. You already knew what he was thinking: Of course this is one of Spamton's.

"[see more]? I ASSUMED THIS WAS YOUR [player two]. I WAS [accept all terms and conditions] WITH THIS. HE WAS [honey, I'm home!] WHEN [you have arrived]."

You paused, blinking slowly, before looking ahead again at the wall, trying to process this.

"...Tenna? Is he... uh, yours?"

"Absolutely NOT. That strange contestant was banned from my studio! Banned, I say! The only reason he stuck around for so long was because I let him for Lanino and Elnina!"

You were about to ask more details, until it finally set in: none of you were dating this guy. All three of you seemed to have the same moment of clarity, the air in the room shifting.

You slowly retracted your hand. "...Excuse me? Sir? Roulxs?"

"Yes, dearest?" He slid his gaze to you.

"...How did you get in our home?"

He turns to you with a (seemingly?) charming smile. "Ah! I am most glad thine asked! You see-eth-"

"Pause that thought, sir! I'm cancelling this episode."

Tenna stepped over (far too happily) and grabbed Roulxs by the scruff, comically tossing him out of the open window. You could swear you heard a distant explosion sound. "Good riddance! I couldn't get that strange man to leave fast enough!"

...Well, at least he waited until the solid confirmation that he wasn't anyone's partner? You do notice how he seems to put himself where the other man sat, right in between the two of you. But holy shit, where did that guy come from? You probably wouldn't ever get an answer, but... maybe it was time to change locks, or check the window locks, anyway.

[nulldragonhere]

[Spamton x Reader x Tenna] (Ticklefic) Spamton wanted to show off his NEO body to his most beloved partners. He just didn't imagine that it could go so silly.

(Author's note): This one was requested! I'm always happy to write the funny trio, especially with NEO. Post bigshot era for this one! I heart lee!NEO with my entire [HEART-SHAPED OBJECT] btw.

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Spamton said he had a surprise for you. Well, a 'SUPER SPECIL [limited time] SURPRISE', that is.

So here you were with Tenna, in castle town's garage, kicking at the dirt and waiting for your partner to show up. The TV host was leaned against the wall, arms folded, and looking around impatiently. What on earth could be the holdup?

Within only a few minutes of waiting, Tenna decided to change channels, showing you some kind of light world gameshow. You were always amazed that he could get those channels.

You booed when the contestant got the answer wrong, losing out on the prize: a fancy-looking car.

"Couldn't have been me. I knew the answer." You were casually lain across his stomach as you watched.

He was reclined backwards against the wall. "Poor fella probably got the jitters. That's what happens when you don't have a great host looking out for the contestants!"

"This guy lost out on a car, that sucks-" You gaped as he got the next question wrong as well. "HOW did he end up as a finalist!? This guy doesn't know anything!"

Before Tenna could offer an answer, a door across the room shut loudly. Spamton scurried over, looking very proud of himself as he gripped something between his hands. "THANKS F0R THE [doctor's new patient notes] MY > STARS1!"

"Well now! Took you long enough, what happened?" Tenna stood up, helping you up as well.

"HAD A BIT OF [troubleshooting] BECA>USE I [lost and found bin] MY SPECIL ITEM!" He held up a-

"...A disk?" You squinted at the round pink and yellow reflective item.

"BE>H0LD! MY [LoadedDisk]!" He holds it up even higher, practically vibrating. "I WANT TO [show and tell] MY [favorites folder] L0VES A FUN [hat trick]!"

You can't help the confused noise that escapes you when he puts the disk between his teeth, sliding it in like a DVD player.

"S-Spammy, did you eat your CD-?" Tenna gapes.

You opened your mouth again, fully prepared to say 'C-Deez nuts' to ragebait your partner, but you don't get the chance.

Spamton starts glowing.

His form starts sparking, losing stability, and Tenna snatches you up and curls around you to keep you safe as it gets brighter. And brighter. And brighter.

You hear a loud thump as it finally subsides, the sound of familiar cussing ringing out. You crack open your eyes, leaning around Tenna's shoulder-

Oh.

Spamton was different. Colorful wings sprouted from his back, his form was now much taller, and his hands turned into claws... which were currently being used to rub his head.

That thump and cussing you heard? Yeah. Poor guy hit his head on the metal ceiling.

You slowly got down from Tenna's embrace, carefully approaching Spamton's doubled over form. "...Uh, Spammy...? Are you okay...?"

He removed one hand from his head, giving you a weak grin. "DIDN>T EXPECT TO [explode in popularity] LIKE THAT. DAMN NEAR [took me out to the ball game]!"

"Alright, come here. Let me see the damage-" You yelped when he grabbed you, lifting you easily to his eye level. He was being careful with his strength and claws, holding you in both hands. You got over the shock, putting your hands in his hair to search for any damage.

"SEE> [sweet love of my life]? I CAN L1FT YOU JUST LIKE [cathode] OVER THERE!" He sounded incredibly proud of himself. Cute... even with how big he was, he still leaned in when you planted a kiss on the side of his head.

"So, this was your surprise, Spammy?" Tenna grinned, walking a circle around him. "I have to say... it is impressive!" You looked back at Tenna, snickering as you noticed his gaze lingering a little too long on Spamton's backside. He coughs and looks away.

"Very impressive armor, if I can say!" Good on Tenna for changing the subject. Spamton stood an entire head taller, but the TV darkner still inspected his shoulder armor closely, "It reminds me of my own shoulder pads!"

"He's very handsome like this," You agreed, wrapping your arms around his head, "This was a good surprise."

Spamton plopped criss-cross onto the floor, clearly enjoying the attention he was getting and trying to invite more. He lets out a chirping purr when you scratch his scalp and Tenna scratches at the feathers on his outer wing.

"Aww, he can still purr in this form." You nuzzled your face into the side of his neck, feeling his leg bounce.

"I AM ST1LL YOUR [same old same old!] [#1 salesman] PARTNER. I>M JUST [big and tall style clothes]." You kept nuzzling into his neck, feeling him trying not to scrunch his shoulder up.

"He's still the same Spammy, alright!" Tenna grinned, running a finger up his spine and watching him arch his back with a yelp. He dropped you into his lap with a chortle when Tenna's fingers switched to skittering up and down his back. "He's just as sensitive in this form, too!"

"H>EY! HEY EVERY ! WHAT THE [hell on earth] ARE YOU DOING??" He twisted around to swipe at Tenna, who dodged away with a mischievous chuckle.

"Sorry! I just couldn't resist when I saw how you were reacting to our partner nuzzling you!" He grinned innocently, "Besides! We all know you love the attention!"

From your spot in his lap, you piped up. "Yeah, I could've sworn you loved the physical contact. And our undivided attention." You reached over to rub his stomach, earning you something between a purr and a small laugh.

"We know you, after all!" Tenna sang, hugging Spamton from behind, "We'd love nothing more than to get to know our partner's new form, isn't that right?" He traces small circles over Spamton's sides, earning some giggles and squirming alongside some light protests.

"HEY HEY, NOT SO [fast internet speed]-!"

"He really is just as ticklish as before, it's cute." You nuzzled your face into his stomach and grinned at the jolt and squeal.

You planted a few kisses on his stomach, hugging as much of his midsection as you could while his hand slapped at the ground beside him. That same hand quickly flew upwards as he arched his back away from Tenna's hands scratching at his ribs. His wings flapped wildly as he cackled under the playful assault.

"Aww, his reactions are the same, too!" You cooed just before giving him a raspberry that made him shriek some incoherent pleas.

Tenna's hands were trapped under his arms when he clamped them down after the host's fingers begun to explore the soft spot. "Hah! He almost seems more ticklish than before!" He can't help giving Spamton a quick kiss on the cheek. "Poor guy! So big and still helpless to the tickle monsters!"

Spamton was in a state somewhere between heaven and hell. On one hand, he was getting attention from the two he loved more than anything else, in one of his favorite ways, nonetheless. On the other hand; this body did, in fact, seem more sensitive than his real body, which meant that all of the sensations felt much worse than usual. He was stuck between adoring the situation and wanting to crawl (or maybe fly?) away.

He stayed exactly where he was. His legs had finally uncrossed, being left to bounce just behind you.

That was another thing, wasn't it? He was having to focus on his reactions much more in this form, because he knew how strong he was now. One wrong move, and he might fling one of you across the room... which he did NOT want at all.

He finally falls over, landing squarely on his side. It doesn't save him, because you just stand by his back and scratch your hands from his hips all the way up to his underarms and over to his stomach. Tenna blows a raspberry against his neck, and he shrieks.

"[did you know?] I>LL BEHEHEHE GETTIHIHING REVENGE S-SOOHOHOHOH0OHN-!" He can safely kick his legs in front of him, so he does.

"Are you REALLY in a position to be talking like that, my dear? The tickle monsters are hardly done with you!" Tenna leans in, fangs glinting, "...And you've hardly begged for any mercy, either!"

His wings are still wildly flapping as he giggles nonsensical threats at Tenna, who was currently using those same fangs against his neck (complete with silly munching sounds).

You grabbed the one that wasn't against the floor by the elbow joint, scratching your hand between the feathers by his shoulderblade. You swear you weren't trying to tickle him this time, and yet, he let out one of the loudest shrieks thus far. You jumped back in surprise.

Tenna's face snaps backwards and visibly lights up when he realizes. "Oh! It looks like we both missed a spot! How cute!"

Tenna's claws extend and scratch at the outer base of Spamton's wing. He shrieks again, flailing an arm backwards. Tenna easily catches it in one hand, not even pausing his motions.

"YOUOU>OUH [#%£€]!" Spamton wheezes out a cuss while trying to wrench his captured arm free.

"Very interesting how he still hasn't said to stop, no?" His teasing tone is contrasted by the fond smile on his face. You can only giggle in response. "Do feel free to join in, I have my hand full, after all."

You nod. It really did warm your heart to see how much fun he was having here... and his reactions? They were still just as adorable as before. His other hand was covering his face, to which Tenna only gave a disapproving head shake in response to.

You wormed your hands under his wing, scratching at the inner corner. His voice gave off a deafening burst of static, body jolting, tensing, and finally going limp as he slipped into silent laughter.

Both of you backed off after a few seconds of this. You couldn't help but admire him as he fell into a tickle-drunken state; senseless, breathy giggles, arms wrapped around his midsection, hair mussed up, and a vibrant smile and blush on his face. You propped your face on your crossed arms as you leaned against his side to watch him.

Tenna reached up to scratch his scalp as he recovered, earning a tired purr. "That was fun."

You reached down to rub his stomach, listening to his fading laughter. You almost debated grabbing his hand to kiss the back of it until a pair of pink and yellow eyes finally reopened, looking at his partners.

He finally sits back up, letting you keep leaning against his side. "YOU ARE BOTH [lucky numbers] THAT I [live laugh love] YOU. IN [sprite] OF THE [nautical nonsense]."

"We love you too!" You pick up his hand and kiss his wrist while Tenna kisses his cheek. He rolls his eyes and huffs, but can't hide the blush that happens.

"You're acting like you hated that physical challenge! Which we all know you didn't!" Tenna flicks Spamton's nose.

"MAYBE YOU>RE RIGHT. [survey says: 100% satisfaction guaranteed]. QU1TE FUN!"

Tenna chuckles. "See? I knew you were being difficult on purpose! Caught in the act!"

"QU1TE FUN." He repeats, standing up, "WHICH IS [tell me why!] I SHOULD [return to sender] AND LET MY FAV0RITE [sweetheart day] HAVE FUN TO0!"

His dual eyes gleamed in the dark as he loomed over both of you. The way he was holding his claws seemed a little too threatening in the moment...

"YOU CAN HAVE A [ten seconds remain!] [jumpstart your car] BEF>ORE THE [big! scary! evil!] T1CKLE MONSTER COMES BACK!"

You and Tenna glanced at each other before deciding to take off. Maybe if you hide long enough, he'll get bored...?

"G1VE ME A GOOD CHASE. I [love!] WHEN THEY RUN!"

...Maybe not, actually...

[kowtownart]

Smooches time!! :3

I’m gonna try to be more productive this month, but Balatro’s got my mind in a chokehold right now