In my mind, whenever Tenna fucks you he begs you to not say no to him. Begs you to not tell him to stop, all while whining and kissing and groping you like he wants your bodies to melt together. You're so tiny and soft under his big, metallic chassis. You cry and cling to him so sweetly even though he's the one that's stretching you, scratching you, biting and sucking at your neck because he /needs/ people to know what he's done to you. He never wants to stop, and even without realising it he begs and cries for you to let him keep going. To not tell him no. Because Tenna doesn't know, deep down, if he'd be able to listen.
Very sorry for not saying anything I have a very scary exam very soon. As a consolation, I offer a gorey drabble (in the traditional sense of the word!)
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It hurts less than you expected. His big, scary teeth digging into the delicate skin of your neck, just like you'd wanted for so long. His claws prick through your clothes like thorns, guiding you into an arch that pushes your bodies closer.
It only takes an instant to realise why it doesn't hurt, as soon as his teeth leave your neck and blood snakes down your chest in rivulets. Jagged, ruby red glass a breath away from your lips, dripping blood that pools at the edge of his screen. Sharp enough to rip through your flesh like warm butter.
The sexual tension of smoking with Tenna in his office/dressing room would go so hard tbh. Filling the room with acrid smoke and the vapour streaming through his vents. His attention consumed by your lips wrapping around the filter, the way your tongue flicks out occasionally to wet them. His massive fingers leaving a dent where he grips each cigarette that yours fall into when he gives it back. Bonus points if you're sitting just far apart that his knee bumps into yours when he fidgets and makes it all worse.
here's a really good fic I found a while back thats a local 58/deltarune crossover, I wouldn't be surprised if you've seen it but I figured it was worth sharing regardless https://archiveofourown.org/works/66863080
Something I've been pondering for a while. What if Tenna begs you to say "I love TV" while you're fucking but an "I love you" slips out instead. What about that
Thank you so much for the "fake" wedding ideas because I can't stop thinking about it. They are soooo good, I'm eating them whole! With them hiding a whole wedding, I can see them hiding a bunch of little stuff away from you up until that point.
Sorry, if this isn't the right blog for this, but I can imagine you stumbling upon some of their kinks while just doing typical stuff. Especially if they're still trying to be "professional." Tenna asks you to stop calling him "sir" and he plays it off like he just wants to be friendlier but it's really because he is going to drag you back to his house if you don't stop. Null hears you whimper in pain because you got a paper cut and has to leave the room.
Also, I think it would be super obvious that something happened with them, just not what that something is. Are they angry? Upset? You just told them that they did a good job, and they ran away! What happened? Alternatively, you know exactly what is happening and shenanigans ensue lmao
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I love whatever this kink is. The accidental arousal? The (horny) pining in the background? Perverting normal words and gestures to scrape up any kind of affection they can from you? Perfection.
Tenna is soooo easy to rile up like this. He's already looking at you and paying attention anyway. All it takes is a satisfied groan when you sink into a chair, stretching to let him steal a look at your shirt riding up, an admiring comment; he's putty in your hands. He feels so bad for it too, like a dirty old man, creeping after someone far out of his league. His antennae always swivel to you and capture your voice, your smell, your laugh. Tenna plays them back when you're not there.
And that's just when you're not trying to give him material! Every conversation, every touch goes right to his circuits and he's horrible at hiding it. He blushes and squirms under your smile, always letting hugs or handshakes linger, stumbling over his feet to get to you when you call him over. You're his favourite employee, and it's so painfully obvious.
Which makes it even weirder when Tenna pushes you away, out of nowhere. There's none of his usual blow ups or dramatics, he just slinks away from your presence whenever possible. If you want a conversation with Tenna about anything, even if it's work related, suddenly you have to corner him. You and everyone else assume that you've done something, pissed him off so much he doesn't even want to talk to you long enough to fire you. His tight posture and cagey responses, the way he stumbles when you're mentioned in conversation.
What no one knows is how Tenna actually feels about you. He runs and locks himself in his dressing room/office like the coward he is, unable to look you in the eye anymore. Somewhere between the office parties and "Mr. Tenna" rolling so easily off your tongue he's started to lose control of himself. He stares at your hands and your lips and he aches, obsesses over the difference in size between you when he rests a hand on your shoulder or back. He can't hug you anymore for fear his pants will betray him. Tenna sinks further into his chair as he palms himself and replays memory after memory.
The shame no longer stops his shaking hands from undoing his belt, or from whimpering your name when he finishes. He always lights a cigarette after cleaning up, reclining back in the chair and dimming his screen. As his circuits cool he imagines you still, your head on his chest as you lie on top of him. Your skin bare and warm against him, almost like a hug. Sometimes he even hears you passing by, talking. He knows your footsteps too, but he basks in your voice when he can get it. So close and yet so far from the real thing.
Null is... prickly. You're so annoyingly perfect for him, and you're always showing it off like you don't know it. It pisses him off how efficient you are, how easily you slotted into the spot he needed you to fill, how perfectly content you are about the whole thing. You call him sir and trot after him wherever he goes, unless he sends you away. And you go when he says too, with a quick "yes sir", never protesting. Every time he hears your footsteps behind him he has to resist the urge to spin around and tackle you to the floor. He wonders if you'd still call him sir then, in your sweet, scared voice. Would you fight him off? Or would you follow his orders to stay still like you follow all the rest?
Null almost wants you to resist. He wants to see you crack, feel your first struggle right against him as you try to fight him off. How much feistiness are you hiding? How long will you fight until you realise he's too strong for you?
tenna oral tenna oral ouuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my peantis 🌀
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Hreughdjfjh Tenna oral.... His long tongue buzzing and squirming inside you, while his massive teeth brush your lower stomach... One snap of his jaw and he'd rip you in half, but instead he licks orgasms out of you until you cry...
Or on the flip side: watching his cock throb while Tenna hides behind his hands. His soft thighs tremble on either side of your face when you kiss his belt buckle. Just a few licks over his TV-time brand boxers and he's arching off his chair, sparks flying from his vents, cumming through his clothes. Even better, that doesn't mean you have to stop. Tenna will keep his shaking legs open for you until you've taken as much enjoyment as you want from him. He's just so happy to be getting your undivided attention.
