Spamton calling Tenna a [boob tube] during a heated argument about Tenna’s neglect of you and you gotta take a minute to laugh. Like the tense atmosphere is ruined bc you can’t stop giggling. Really? Boob tube? You can’t look at Tenna without stifling a laugh.
For Dad!Tenna, I think his kid is the most accident prone person EVER! But, it's cute when you're a kid, you laugh a little when they accidentally bump into a wall before you check on them.
It was cute when they were younger but now staff worry about more about the props then Reader because they run and bump into EVERYTHING
Not even on purpose too! They're just like that. Honestly, I can see them having some gnarly injuries because of it; it's a big studio with a lot of dangerous equipment after all. But they feel the need to hide or down play their own injuries because they don't want to bother to anyone. Their clumsiness is always a bother to the people around them.
They're just a bother. To others, it seems like they do nothing around the studio, the only reason their here is because they're the boss' kid. They can't openly say anything when Tenna's near but BOY do they let their opinions be known when Reader is alone. A lot of backhandness
Always asking "Why are you even here?", "What's your Job?", "What's your purpose?"
I just know the Mikes are sick of you 💔
You can’t help it unfortunately, it was just one of those quirks. At first it was cute! When you were younger that is, just a cute toddler stumbling into sets or accidentally making a mess just aww! Then it got irritating when you were older. Like yeah they were nice about it but the smiles they gave screamed pure rage.
Tenna is obviously kinder about it, he still finds it endearing! But it’s extremely condescending and he definitely uses it as a weapon when you try to defend yourself against his unneeded criticism or something. You feel dumb, useless.
And yes everyone is backhanded about it. Asking if you have better things to do, directing you to tasks that they say “you can handle” and it’s smth that a five year old could do. And asking why are you even here? Why aren’t you around with daddy so he can mind you? “Joking” that you can’t come into certain places without adult supervision. When you try to use your nepotism, it backfires horribly.
“Hey! I gots just as much as a right to be here like you guys! Dad trusted me, he hired me!”
“Yeah exactly”
“….”
Tenna is one of those parents who think what his kid does is cute while everyone else is pleading for him to take em away
More Dad Tenna thoughts(Very sorry if this is getting old or is too weird.)
Tenna's kid who actually stepped up. Like, they did start working and they took their duties very seriously.
Never missed a sick day, never turned down his offer to drink with him, never asked questions when he vented to them. Reader acted like such an adult that he forgot they were even his kid until he finds them in a random closet playing with some toys that were definitely not for their age range but instead of asking him to play with them, they hide them from him and only go back to playing once they think he is out of earshot.
Even worse if the toys they were playing with are like little cars since Spamton used to have an auto shop.
Oh no this isn’t weird at all! Please come by my ask box more often I love your ideas!! 🩵🩵
Ah yes, the mini adult. Tenna’s staff tend to forget that you’re just a teenager instead of a miniature adult. You carry yourself with formality and maturity. You act more like Tenna’s assistant or manager, even addressing him as Mr. Ant Tenna or Sir.
Tenna doesn’t force it or treats it as an expectation however. He thinks it’s so adorable that you’ve committed to the studio like awww daddy’s lil helper! You probably wear suits or business casual clothing, think office wear from the 70s/80s, shoulder pads n shit.
You don’t really like this job, even if you’re more fortunate than the other guys who work here. You feel like an adult, you want to be treated like one but you’re reminded every time you look in the mirror, take off all the suits or pencil skirts. You still drink the mocktails at the bar (courtesy of Ramb bc ain’t no way in hell he’s letting you consume actual alcohol in his presence-), find yourself watching cartoons or teen sitcoms, playing with toys.
At first you wrote off you buying things like dolls and as anon mentioned toy cars as “collectibles” to anyone who was privy to your purchases. You definitely invested a lot into cars mostly, Tenna told you a lot about what Spamton used to do. You’ve seen old advertisements among other things.
You allow yourself to indulge in your secret hobby, mostly after hours. You feel like a genuine kid again! You have overarching plotlines, you laugh and giggle at your own silliness on occasion.
It’s jarring to see you surrounded by paperwork, scripts and tv awards yet all you care about is your cars.
Tenna needed something from you one night and heard you… laughing and talking to yourself? Huh usually you’re working on scripts or chatting with potential contestants. Tenna opened up your door and saw you… playing? Tenna hadn’t seen you do that since 8 or 9! You were laughing, doing voices and Tenna was loving it. You had become so formal and uptight as of late! It was like Tenna was looking at you in your toddler years playing with your dolls.
Then you noticed. You stopped smiling or laughing, immediately shoving your cars into a desk drawer and becoming formal again. Tenna tries to assure you that it’s fine and that he honestly was enjoying it-! You shut him down, frankly embarrassed and ashamed. Jfc you were a manager! Yet here you were. You got up and walked away.
Tenna was about to go after you till he noticed something red and shiny on your desk among paperwork. It was a red car, a similar replica of one a particular mailman used to own and boast about.
He was gonna take you driving one day when you were older
Tenna held the car briefly in his hand before setting it down, picking up the script he needed and walked away.
Imagine an AU where lightners can get sanctuary in the dark world, Ralsei is the darkner prince and he let’s lightners come to the dark world if they have a need to escape. Also Ralsei has magic to ensure that you can survive off darkner food.
Y/N is pregnant and has just left an abusive relationship, they get a secret apartment in the dark world and gets an interview to work in Tenna’s studio. Of course, Tenna immediately hires them and notices that they are pregnant.
But as the story progresses, Tenna sees that Y/N flinches whenever he yells at the Pippin’s and he starts to realise that something is off about them. Why did they react like he was going to harm them? Where is the baby’s father? Also why do you cover up so much of your body?
I imagne that he will get very protective of both y/n and the baby. Maybe he will see red, if he sees the bruises on their body and he thinks to himself that if this abusive ex so much tries to come near y/n and the baby. He will kill him on sight.
I think protective Tenna is something that could be cool.
If you are still accepting requests,can I have more dumbficated reader x Tenna?I really dig your fic including it,I believe it's one of my kinks .So having a fic centering around that more or even headcanon is fine by me
Too Soon? | Tenna/Reader (Explicit)
This is my best attempt at true dumbification. It is helped along by an aphrodisiac-like effect triggered by Tenna's anatomy. A little more intimate than I tend to go. Lots of "I love you"s mixed in kinda thing. Also this is 3700 words and very dense, oops. Anyway, pls enjoy!
WARNINGS: altered states of mind (informed consent granted beforehand)
Read it on AO3
You’d had sex with Tenna before — many times. That was something you could be certain of. You remembered late nights in his office, lunch breaks in the back of his comically large car, and a morning you woke up in his bed, sore and still blissed out of your mind. There were bits and pieces that surfaced: his hands tucked so softly against the sides of your head while he kissed you, or your legs wrapping snugly around him as he lifted you up.
You could not remember much of anything else.
The gaps in your consciousness were fuzzy and electric. Whenever you tried too hard to clear the static, you were rewarded with a splitting headache and no better an understanding than you’d started with. You asked him, because you had no way of puzzling everything together on your own, what kinds of things the two of you had done and if he thought you’d enjoyed it.
“Well, you sure seemed to enjoy it,” he laughed sheepishly. “If you didn’t, then I’d have to pressure you into showbiz. A knack for acting that impressive is near-impossible to come by these days.”
Usually, he was too flustered to divulge the exact nature of your escapades. He only humored your pleas for information if you caught him in a good mood, after the workday was long over. He’d tell you how cute it was that your eyes squeezed shut, without fail, every time he pushed himself inside you, or note with some frustration that you’d been very naughty the night before: “You chomped down hard on my thumb while you were sucking it! I have the dent to prove it!”
And you always had little choice but to believe him. After all, he really did have plenty of dents and nicks corroborating his stories — most of them, at least.
Tonight would put all of your doubts to rest, though, because come morning, you would get to see every little lost detail for yourself.
***
“Are you sure you want to do this, sunshine?” Tenna asked. “I’m certainly not camera shy, but I don’t want you dealing with any stage fright.”
You adjusted the camera so that it faced his massive bed. The tripod had to be fully extended in order for the lens to peer over the mattress. “It’ll give me peace of mind. Ever since I woke up with those claw marks around my throat, I’ve started losing faith in the claim that you don’t like to get rough with me.”
He collapsed back onto the pillows dramatically. “Cut me some slack! You begged me to do it. If you knew what a perverted little freak you could be —”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, the cat’s going to be out of the bag tomorrow anyway!” He buried his face in his hands, the pink glow of his screen illuminating their shape. “I didn’t want to embarrass you, because I’m a gentleman — you know I’m a gentleman — but you get very, very enthusiastic when we make love. Maybe ignorance is bliss; you’d never live the things you say during sex down. If anything, you take advantage of me!”
The fact that he was shifting blame onto you for things you’d never even accused him of… it did not inspire confidence. The camera was just a temporary solution. The two of you really needed to figure out whatever technical difficulties were causing your post-sex memory loss.
His rambling settled into a dull weight in the back of your mind: “ — and the things you call yourself! Goodness, I have to wonder if you kiss your mother with that mouth, because —”
You wondered if the two of you really did make love whenever you spent the night together, or if it had actually just been down-and-dirty, depraved fucking this entire time. Even if the latter was more accurate, Tenna would never describe it that way. He was only capable of recounting it to you as lovemaking or getting intimate or the birds and the bees.
Would he act softer and sweeter with the camera rolling than he normally would, now hyper aware that you’d eventually come to be his audience? You hoped not.
“ — but noooo, you beg for me to do it anyway. I try to stay strong, and I know I should be the bigger person, because, stars, just look at the size of me compared to you, but you are just so, so incredibly persistent and — ”
“Okay, Tenna! That was a lovely prelude.” You clapped your hands together, smiling wide for him. “But it’s showtime.”
He fell silent, his hands gripping at the sheets as you pulled off your clothes and climbed on the mattress, coming to sit on your knees, right between his legs. You gave the camera a final glance before running your hands over his inner thighs, slowly lowering your mouth until it closed over the tent already building in his pants. For a moment, he allowed it, his legs tensing under your grasp and a soft gasp leaving his speakers.
Then, he jerked away and shoved a throw pillow into his lap. “Okay, okay, fine!” he relented. “I’ll admit it! I don’t want this to be filmed.” He sat up, taking your chin between his fingers, and swallowed hard as he gazed down at your naked body.
“Tenna — ”
“It’s just… the fact you forget means you get to feel like it’s our first time, every time. It's more romantic that way, more intense. Do you really want to lose out on something like that?”
Your heart beat a bit softer at the quiver of his lips. Reason told you not to give into the feeling. “We can turn it off, but if we do, I won’t sleep with you.”
“Oh, don’t be like that! Please, please don’t be like that.” His hands moved to grab at your hips, but he stopped just shy of making contact. A frustrated groan left him. “You are making things so much harder than they need to be. Do you know what you’re doing to me? I just want to kiss you until you forget all about that silly camera.” His antennae twitched. “It would not take long at all to get you to that point, no sirree — I can tell you that much for sure!”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, looking utterly petulant. “No! Oh, Angel above, of course not! What kind of man do you take me for?”
“I’d like to take you for the kind of man who wants me to remember the feeling of him.” You crawled up onto the pillow in his lap, which wasn’t quite plush enough to hide the feeling of his erection still pressing through it. It took a sharp tug of his tie to get him to lower his screen toward you. “Is it really so bad? The thought of me watching back that tape and seeing how good you make me feel? Maybe even touching myself to it?”
“N-no, but you —”
“Please, Tenna. Just show me how you like to make love to me. I need it. I need you.”
The brightness of his screen wavered, his frown conflicted. His hands grazed your skin as he moved to cup them around the curve of your ass. Finally, he lifted you up just enough to close the distance and allowed his lips to slide over yours.
The effects were immediate: a shock sizzled its way through you, leaving your body numb and your thoughts number; static pressed in on the edges of your vision; white noise layered itself over the wet sound of Tenna’s tongue pushing its way into your mouth. It was as though your thoughts had been unplugged, all input, no output. The signals fired between your synapses grew weak and useless.
Outside of you, the only thing left was Tenna. His mouth moving needily against yours. His hands squeezing at your ass. His screen’s light burning through the shade of your eyelids. His sighs and whines as you grew limp in his hands, perfectly pliant.
He was everything, and somehow that was not enough.
“More,” you managed, barely.
He laughed against your lips. “Already? This might be a new record.”
Your mind flicked through a dozen different disembodied angles of the scene he had you in, each one zoomed in closer than the last. The details were blurry. You didn’t know if you were at the beach, or in the bathtub, or bent over your teacher’s desk — couldn’t quite place which channel he had you set to.
“More,” you repeated, grasping for something that would ground you.
Then, you were on your back. Tenna refused to break the kiss, his larger-than-comfortable tongue skimming over your lips before shoving back into your mouth, greedy and insistent. He was grinding himself against your leg hard enough that it hurt.
You whimpered around his tongue, and he withdrew it momentarily.
“Shhh, I know, I know,” he hummed. “It’s not enough, is it?”
It wasn’t. It felt like nothing ever would be.
He adjusted his position, tucking a hand underneath you and pressing his knee between your legs, and that was at least a little better. He guided your hips so that you were rubbing against him, and the sensation reached far deeper than it reasonably should have. Relief and hunger churned violently in your guts. The chorus of more, more, more, became a low buzz thrumming against your skull.
“Is that better, gorgeous? Hm?” Tenna’s breath was warm and wet against your face. “That’s all you needed, isn’t it?”
Before you could tell him that, no, you needed much more than that, your mouth was stuffed once again with his tongue. Your hands hooked shakily under his screen, stinging against the hot plastic, but you didn’t have the strength to push him off. The contact only made him groan against your trembling lips.
Sex had never felt like this before — not that you were conscious enough to really remember what sex had been like in the past… or if you’d even ever had sex with anybody else other than this monstrously big hunk of glass, steel, copper, and lead. Your body grew nauseous even just considering the possibility. You shouldn’t be thinking about hypothetical exes; Tenna was all you needed, and you had him here, now.
Your lungs were starved for air by the time he finally released you back onto the bed, pulling away with a toothy smile, steam pouring out of his vents.
“What should we do next, superstar?” he murmured, breathing heavy. “Can you use your words and tell me what you want?”
“You.” Obviously. What else was there to want?
He laughed, a touch uneasy, but it didn’t chase away the perverted grin stretching across his screen. “Oh, come on, surely you have some ideas of what you want me to do to you, though! You’re going to make me look like the greedy one.”
“Inside me.” You had to dig deep for every word. “Inside me. Please, please, please, Tenna. Inside me, please.”
“Aw, poor thing.” He scooped you up against his chest and laid himself down. Then, he pressed your bare cunt down against the crotch of his pants, grinding up against you. You could feel the head and the shaft clearly through the fabric as they moved torturously slowly over your clit. “You always, mm, get so dumb and needy —” He seemed to catch himself midway through the sentence. “Ha! I mean, actually, dumb might be a mean way to phrase it. Maybe clingy is more appropriate —”
“I’m dumb. You made me dumb for you.” It was true. Your brain had just refused to function correctly the moment he brought his lips to yours. You rolled your hips against his, trying not to cry over the fact that he somehow still was not inside you.
“It’s not my f-fault —” He swallowed his words hard as you palmed at your chest, pinching lightly at your own nipples as you sought out an extra sensation you could find.
“You’re being mean. By not fucking me.” Your voice was huffy and whiny. “Stop being so mean to me, Tenna. Don’t you love me?”
“Oh! — Wow! I — I —” He turned his head to the side, and the blinking red light of a camera recording reflected against his screen. “We’re not supposed to be saying stuff like that, sweetpea. It might scare you off when you watch it back.”
“Mm, but I do love you.” You wrestled yourself away from him and yanked helplessly at his belt. Your hands weren’t working right, and they soon paused over the buckle. “Do you not love me?”
He reached down to help, and his big, shaking fingers somehow made quicker work than yours. His entire body was trembling as he shoved his pants down around his knees. His dick twitched helplessly against his stomach once it was finally free.
“Say you l-love me,” you begged, moving his tip to press at your entrance. It wasn’t just sex you wanted. You wanted all of him. “Say you love how dumb you make me.”
He had to grab your hips to stop you from forcing yourself down on him. “Don’t hurt yourself, nhh!”
“Please, please, please.” The tip pressed inside slowly, and the pain of accommodating its substantial size was a welcome reprieve from the overwhelming emptiness that had been consuming you before. “I love you, Tenna. I love you.”
His screen was flickering, breaking into colored bars as he gradually began sinking into you. One hand stayed firm on your waist, stopping you from lowering yourself too quickly, and the other came to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against the skin in an act of comfort.
“I love you,” you echoed. You were trying to wiggle your hips enough to take more of him, faster. His fingers flexed as you tilted your head and pressed soft kisses into his palm. “I love this, I love your d-dick, I don’t want anything else, ever. I love you, I love you, I l-love you —”
He turned his face to the side, his antennas spasming. His voice came out strained and quiet. “I love you too.”
Still, he was not allowing you to force the rest of his length inside, and it did not take long for frustration to get the best of you. Your kisses paused, your mouth lingering over the semi-soft metal of his hand. Then… CHOMP!
“FUCK! You little — every time I —” He cursed again, this time under his breath, and yanked his hands away to nurse the wound against his chest. Your saliva glistened over the bite mark. “I should just — ah — AHH —”
Finally freed from his grasp, you were now pushing yourself down on him as quickly as you could manage, your moans mingling with pain and pleasure both. The stretch would’ve been unbearable if you hadn’t already learned that the craving for it was far, far worse.
“I-I’m trying to be, nnhha, nice,” he whined, his body locking up under you. His head shoved back farther into the pillows, and he was on the edge of denting his own hands with how tightly he was clasping them over his chest. If he had a little less control, it would be your ribs caving under the pressure of his grip, not the thick metal he was built from. He jerked upward, just slightly, and his teeth bit into his bottom lip as you yelped in response. “S-sorry, stars, it’s just that you’re so t-tight. Every time. It doesn’t get easier.”
You moved up and down, taking more of him into you with each drop of your hips, until your thighs met his and his tip was straining achingly against your cervix. “Feels so, so, so good,” you moaned. “Love it so much. N-need more.”
Finally, he eased his hands back toward you, lifting under your legs to help you bounce on him. The rhythm was steady, and your body felt suffocatingly hot, and your heart was dangerously close to hammering right out of your chest. You still could not think straight, could not tear your eyes away from the familiar glow of his screen, its pink tint deepening the longer you rode him.
He swiped some of the sweat beading on your forehead off with the back of his hand. “Mmph, you’re burning up, lovebug.” His voice was difficult to make out over the labored whirring of his internal fans. “Don’t w-work yourself too hard. Do you need me to step in? Hm? Help you feel, ah, so good?”
“Mmhmm…”
“Aw, surely you aren’t that, mm, thoughtless, are you?” He thrusted up into you sharply. A hint of guilt touched his expression as you seized around him with a sob. “Let me hear that p-pretty voice.”
“AH! — help me feel good — p-please, Tenna, I —”
“Is that it? That’s the closest thing to a coherent thought you can form while you’re — oh, Angel — riding m-me?”
“Mmhmm! Please, please, more — feels so good, Tenna!”
He tutted, the sound distorted by his panting. “Well, I suppose it c-can’t be helped, then!”
There was a flurry of movement, and before you could so much as yelp out in surprise, he had you pushed onto your back, his dick still buried deep as he curled over your body. Your hips were angled up in the air, your spine bent uncomfortably as he snagged up against your G-spot. His smile was animalistic, hiding rows of razor sharp teeth that you could tell he wished he could sink into the side of your throat.
You grabbed desperately at his forearms, and your fingers dug into the wiring that lined them. “Mmm, yes, there, thank you, thank you, thank you! Ah, I l-love you, Tenna!”
“Oh, sweetheart, I love you too, hahhhhHH!” By now, he seemed pretty much over whatever hangups he’d had earlier. His pace quickened, and soon he was sending charged shocks of pleasure into you with each pump of his hips. His tail brushed lightly over the sensitive underside of your foot before wrapping itself tightly around your ankle. “I love you, I love you, MMmmMH, I love you so, so much.”
You gasped as he buried his face in your hair to breathe in the scent of you, then cried out in surprise as his fingers dropped to your clit and pressed practiced circles into it. Your abdomen was pleasantly sore from taking the force of his thrusts. The static raised the hairs on your arms and drew slurred murmurings of his name past your lips.
Tenna groaned into the mattress. “You want to make — nnahhn — me happy, d-don’t you?”
“Yes, y-yes, mmhmm,” you rasped urgently. More than anything.
“D-do you wanna come for me?”
“M-more than anything — mmmm!”
His fingers moved quicker over your clit, and his thrusts grew sloppy. Still, each one hit exactly where it needed to have you all but convulsing under him. It was all too much and not enough and everything you could ever need. And he loved you!
“That’s right, show me how m-much you love me —” His words came across less as a command and more as a whine. You could hardly hear them over the violent creaking of the bed under you. “You can feel how much, hahh, I love you, right?”
“Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmMMMM — ”
An especially deep plunge sent you reeling so hard you saw stars. It was like the flash of a camera or the snap of directors tape — a sensation that took up your entire field of view and demanded every last drop of your attention, sending you into a new scene with no clear way out. Your muscles tensed, a sharp pulse of euphoria shooting through them, and you wailed as Tenna fucked you through it.
“So pretty,” he cooed. “Doing such a g-good job.” His voice was hazy through the static, and his screen’s brightness swung haphazardly between blinding and pitch black. Your thighs felt sticky and wet, trembling as Tenna continued to pump into you in pursuit of his own end. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I love — mm — you too.” Your body had long since slumped in his arms, exhausted and overstimulated.
A static shock set against the points where the two of you connected, and Tenna shoved deep enough into you that you could feel the way his dick twitched, pulsing with each shot of coolant he spilled into you. He mumbled your name, tooth-rottingly sweet praise, and confessions about feelings far too intense for you to wrap your head around in your fucked-dumb state.
When he collapsed next to you and pulled you into your arms, you were shocked to see end credits appear on his screen. Your name and his name were the only ones that seemed to roll by, pasted next to random roles like lead actress, lead actor, production manager, director, and cameraman. It was enough to make you laugh, even as your vision began fading to black.
***
The next morning, your arms were so sore that you could hardly hold the camcorder.
“Tenna.” Your voice was low. You rewound the footage and watched — a bit perplexed by your own behavior — yourself force your way down onto the length of him. “Was the big, scary reason you didn’t want me to watch this actually… just the fact that we say I love you to each other?”
He dragged his hands down the front of his screen exasperatedly. “Do you want me to say I didn’t mean it? Do you want to tell me that you didn’t mean it?”
This didn’t explain the scratches and choke marks you sometimes found inexplicably pressed into your skin, but it explained enough.
“No,” you said. “Besides…” You tossed the camcorder back into its drawer — you’d watch the rest later, in privacy, with your hand reaching down into your panties — and pressed a kiss into the bottom of his display. “Every time I forget, I still end up loving you the next time, don’t I? That must mean I do love you, Tenna — in a too-soon way, probably, but still.”
“Oh, thank the Angel above,” he sighed, collapsing against the wall in relief. His smile was wavering and almost melancholic. “I too-soon love you too.”
i love thinking abt the physicality of Tenna’s nose… its always a nice challenge to fit it into a scene/drawing/whatever. like i know it can disappear at will and his black screen w the big mouth is sooo sexy but the huge nose... maneuvering your head around it when kissing, it bumping against you, grinding on it when he's performing oral... clinging to it for dear life when he's huge and tongue-fucking you silly
