#tenna thoughts

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On days when the touch starvation is particularly bad, and he cannot keep his normal size unless he feels you in some way, Tenna will have you straddling his lap as he works overtime at the studio; going through papers in his office.

You’ll sit flush against him, his two sets of extra arms clutching you like a lifeline; embracing and warm. Should your legs get tired from straddling him for too long then he’ll take a break, walking around the studio with two arms supporting you, whilst the other two snuggle you.

His hands are trailing through your hair, stroking down along your spine, his face pressed against the top of your head; breathing you in. He’s so overwhelmed by the love of touching you in these moments that he’s unable to speak. In fact, he doesn’t want to. All he wants is to touch you; hold you; love you; ensure that you’re here; never leaving his side.

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Imagine: You’re resting on the sofa, scrolling through your phone. You’ve been staring at it for an hour already and Tenna is officially sick of it. How could that insignificant little brick be more entertaining than him? It can’t!

He steals it right out of your hands, turning around and blabbering about how you shouldn’t be on it for so long because there are more—But he doesn’t get to finish his rant, for suddenly, you have thrown yourself onto his broad back. One arm goes around his shoulder, holding on for leverage, and the other is reaching for the phone still in his hand.

“You do not get to steal my phone, mister!”

You’re halfway furious, halfway protective of the one thing that has nearly your whole life stored away on it, and Tenna is too busy heating up from the way you’re clinging to him, your legs around his slim waist as you’re hissing and grunting beside his head, so adorably small compared to him.

You can’t reach your phone, and Tenna begins to smile. He’s found a way to not only get your full attention, but to also have you cling to him for dear life. Jackpot.

Bonus: Cue Tenna’s screen nearly exploding from heat as you stuff your phone into your bra; a smug smirk on your face.

Oh.

Oh, you think that’s going to stop him? Well, don’t mind how he removes his tailcoat and rolls up his shirt sleeves, his own smile wide on his face as he licks his lips. You shouldn’t play games you can’t possibly win, sweetheart.

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How would Spamton & Tenna react if you ended up very sick? ... Hint? They don't take it well...

Spamton – He doesn’t like it when you’re sick. Even though there’s a fever wrecking your body you still try so hard to care for him. The anxiety causes him to glitch out, and when he comes out of it he sees and feels you cradling him; surrounding him on all sides as you sit on the floor; slumping from exhaustion. He feels terrible and drags you back to bed, but the glitching doesn’t stop and his teeth are clattering but he needs to make you get better because he can’t lose you. He can’t... He... He needs to sleep in your arms for a bit and listen to the steady beating of your heart, just to reassure himself that you’re not dying. Once he’s calmed down, he’ll try to make himself useful; for you.

Tenna – A mother hen to the very core the moment you become just a little ill, but when you’re so sick you can’t even manage to open your eyes? He tries to compose himself and act like the adult that he is, but whenever he’s assured that you’re asleep, he breaks down. Silently he weeps as he begs you to get better. You can’t leave him like this, you promised you wouldn’t, but oh... this isn’t really your fault, is it, love? No, no of course it isn’t. He must collect himself and stop crying like a helpless fool... and yet... Once you wake up, once you open your eyes to look at him, please, if just for a small moment, tell him that you’ll get better, and that you won’t ever leave him... please? He’s just so scared of losing you, he can’t bear the thought...

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Tenna would be a gentleman and ask if he – and only if you’d accept with honesty in your heart – could “make love to you?” And he’d be so shy and his screen would be so red and there’d be butterflies in his belly, but he loves you and he wants to show it in every way possible as he cradles you in his arms and kisses your lips with his. And then you may laugh as you try to catch your breath and he’ll kiss you again before you both giggle and just cuddle in the wonderful afterglow.

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So, as I nearly pissed myself from a jumpscare as I was watching a video, I think it’s time to mention that Tenna and Spamton both will enjoy watching horror movies or play horror games with you, and that is only because of the outcome that comes from it.

Tenna: He likes it when you jump and dive to hide against him whenever you watch a horror movie together, but he’s also a scaredy cat at times, so sometimes you’ll both sit there, clutching and clinging to each other as your faces periodically hides to not see the scary scenes anymore. Tenna thinks it’s worth it, because although he might be frightened by the horror, he at least has you to cuddle when things become too scary. And the bonus? Cuddles in bed are guaranteed, because you both will be too scared to sleep alone.

You: . . . “Did you hear something?”

Tenna: “Sweetheart NO!” he shrieked, clinging to you and shaking like a leaf. “There’s nothing! Say you heard nothing!”

You: “Hehehe, sorry…” you say, smirking a bit too smugly, “I just like it when you squeeze me like this. You’re not the only one who enjoys tight hugs.”

Tenna: “You’re so mean!” he whined but his hold on you didn’t falter, and there was an unmistakable blush forming across his screen, even as he pouted. His fear dwindled due to the way your words made his heart flutter.

Success.

Spamton: He isn’t afraid of either horror movie or horror games as he finds them predictable. Sure, a jumpscare might, indeed, make him jump, but he can tell when they’re coming and is more annoyed than anything by how cheap they are. However, even though he’s not a fan because he thinks they’re boring, he will always watch or play with you because he likes the way you eventually have him sit on your lap as mental support. You’re so warm and soft, and the way you squeeze him when you’re afraid, as if he’s going to ward off all evil by just being there; he loves it. He also charges a “Horror Movie/Game” fee for having to sit and feel bored by them just because you want his company: Five kisses, on the mouth, [Doll face].

You: “I already gave you five kisses,” you say; fighting against the small smile that threatened to carve itself onto your face.

Spamton: “We [Watch and Learn] two movies, [Cute doll]. That’s five [Extra Cheap Prices!] kisses,” he said, kicking his feet as he rested atop of you; chin laid over his arms.

You: “And what if I refuse?”

Spamton: He sat up, straddling your waist. “Then I’ll [Fine, I’ll do it myself] [Take that!]!” And he dove down, teeth not connecting to your lips but instead coming for your throat, nibbling and licking to tickle you as much as he sent butterflies right into your belly.

You: “Spammy!” You screech, laughing and trying to wiggle away from him, but he’s a strong little man and he won’t let you leave until he sees those pretty cheeks flushed bright red.

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I’m having another thought… Tenna… in a girdle. In his prime he was in good shape, slender and elegant with a strong torso and broad shoulders; waist snatched. Well, the snack table has always been a calling to him, and everyone is so surprised how good he still looks despite the frequent snacking in recent years due to the stress getting to him… Well… One sudden visit to his office – you forgot to knock – made for a surprising sight as you caught him tightening a girdle; upper body bare. His back is beautiful, still broad and strong, but as he turns around in shock you notice that he has a little pudge where the silicone of his body is located, specifically the part that is on his belly and at his hips. You can’t stop staring, even as your mind is screaming at you to get out. He has love handles.

“Aah! Get out!” Tenna screeches, his screen flushed red, humiliated at being seen like this, and yet he can’t help but notice the way your eyes are admiring him, and when you snap out of your stare and bolt out of the room, screaming how sorry you are as you close the door, something begins to flutter in his chest.

No one has looked at him like that for a long, long time.

There is also the scenario where he’s stretching, back arched as his hands push at his lower back, and suddenly a few buttons on his tailcoat snap; some of them hit you in the face. And Tenna is mortified even as you, rubbing your forehead from the projectile button attack, stare, almost drooling, at how sexy he looks.

Tenna’s feelings are confused but he’s not ready to show off his body to you like that… At least… At least not yet. He still has a good shape; still looks good, but there’s just some annoying pudge that he can’t get rid of… Why are you looking at him like you want to eat him??

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A pile of duvets and feather pillows, limbs going in all and every direction, your arms spread this way and that as the wind howls and the rain falls outside. Cold, out there, but within this room there is warmth and comfort as Spamton sleeps heavily upon you; face nuzzled against your soft belly. And practically curled around you both is Tenna, huge and sunken into the soft matress, screen dimmed as it displays a whimsical dream where you three dance beneath a glittering blue waterfall. He holds yours and Spamton’s hands, unwilling, even in sleep, to let any of you go.

A lovely night which was preceded by an even lovelier evening filled with laughter and jokes, games and terrible mimic acts, and so much food you and Spamton both had nearly succumbed to an immediate food coma, much to Tenna’s delight.

It’s unknown what tomorrow will bring, but for tonight there is peace and comfort, and you three enjoy a deep and restful slumber; happy, even in dreams, to be in each other’s company.

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For my fellow Asexuals: Let us topple Tenna over so we may crawl over him and give him so many cuddles and nuzzles that he’ll never want to get up again. He may melt at the loving affection, but it will be worth it. This sweet giant needs attention!