bigweirdalien

[bigweirdalien]

misc tenna x reader hcs

tags: mostly nsft & a few sft headcanons about tenna!! featuring some analysis on how his kinks intersect with his mental state (and also his love of old films!)

w.c: like 2k ish?

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also available on ao3! p.s. that version probably has better formatting too!

Dom v. Sub.

While I do think Tenna is a major switch who jumps between domming and subbing, I feel like in the beginning of your relationship, he'd suppress the side of him he deemed needy and pathetic and whiny and instead exaggerate the side of him that's served him best: his showmanship. His absolutely unflappable place as the leader and the head and the star of the show.

In other words, I think he's a control freak.

In the beginning, he'd want to prove to you that you'd made a good choice by loving him. He'd, in a way, feel compelled to "trick" you into needing him -- trying to give you a kind of pleasure and excitement that no one else can access, whether it be your hands or that little toy you hide or the (real or perceived) competitors trying to steal you away from Tenna.

He'd overstimulate you a lot. Wreck you until you're a babbling mess, chattering "I love you" and "it's too much!" and "don't stop!" like your circuits were on the fritz. He'd want to consume your attention -- if your eyes screwed shut in pleasure, he'd want to be the last thing they'd see. He'd use his huge size to overpower you and drown you in him, a piece of him everywhere you look. His antennae dangling in your face. His hands cupping your hip, your cheek. His toothy grin descending across your body. If you're a Tenna tail truther -- yes, he would use it against you.

All of this -- this performance -- is just another way Tenna begs to be validated. He wants you to need him. To rely on him. To love him the way he loves you -- like he might just drop dead if your attention faltered. If making you cum a million times over is how he secures that shiny podium in your mind, he'll do it.

Besides: he really does love it. Loves putting his long, skilled fingers to use, whether it be dancing them down your thighs in teasing shows or pressing them against your tongue while you look up at him with pitiful eyes.

He can be an adoring service top who weeps while fucking you and telling you you're beautiful. He can be a meanie dom who forces you to say perverted things while he folds you in impressive positions. He can be a gentle lover, too. Really: it's whatever you want. He only wants to see you happy, blissed out in his bed, leaning towards his touch.

...It takes a few emotional conversations and long sob sessions in your lap for him to admit that there's a part of him that aches, a part of him that yearns to feel tiny and coddled and cared for, and, strangely, sometimes that tiny version of him requests things he'd never allow on television. Sometimes he wants to be made into that version of himself -- broken into a fragment, proof of his worthlessness and his weakness, something you could do whatever you wanted with and he'd be too vulnerable to fight back.

This feeling, of course, is only healed by you proving time and time again that you don't intend on throwing Tenna away when he's weak or bashing him while he's down. When Tenna introduces you to that side of him -- the side begging to have its control ripped away, it's pain forgotten about -- you introduce it to tenderness.

Just like when he doms, Tenna's a shapeshifter as a sub. He likes to play the role of a pervert, pushed away by your heel as he whimpers at your feet; he likes to feel your hands mercilessly tugging on his exposed wires, sometimes even looping them around his wrists to guide him just where you want him to be; he likes when you sit on his face and order him to get to work while you twist his antennae like toys only designed for your entertainment.

More importantly, he likes to let go. Whether that's basking in depravity or finding safety in smallness, he feels immense love when he gives you a version of him less flashy, less entertaining, less "worthwhile" than his bombastic five-star persona, and you choose to stay tuned anyway.

★★★

Here’s a list of things I think he’s into! Definitely not a definitive list of fetishes, no sir, but more like… common threads, patterns you might notice if you were consistently blowing this bot’s back out.

Humiliation.

I mean, it takes a bit of humiliation to make a game show, doesn't it? Dropping the contests into situations they find themselves spooked or scandalized by, both their prize and their dignity at risk; whether they want to complete the challenge is just as much of a question as if they can. He likes making you say dirty things, likes seeing you tiny beneath him or below him or even atop his face.

He'll jerk off in front of you, inches from your open mouth, and refuse to finish until you get your lines just right.

“Say: I’ll look so pretty covered in your cum, Mr. Tenna!~ Go on! Show me what you’ve got!”

“I– I’ll look so p-pretty covered in your cum, Mr. Tenna.”

“This time, darling, really beg for it. Make me believe it."

"I'll look so pretty covered in your cum, Mr. Tenna!"

Over and over again, until he's satisfied his desire. Or maybe his curiosity -- just to see how far he can push you, the faces you'll make, the sounds.

"Say it like it's our wedding night.”

“Say it like you'll die if mean old Mr. Tenna doesn’t give it to you.”

“Say it with an accent--"

"Tenna."

Facesitting.

Idk! This is something both dom Tenna and sub Tenna would insist upon!

Touching on sizeplay, I think this is a great compromise for the two of you when Tenna’s resting at full height: he can wrap his ginormous hands around your comparably tiny waist and lift you up and down while he tonguefucks you mercilessly from below. He can maneuver you like you’re a little ragdoll, dependent on his every whim.

If you’re in the mood to tease or take control, you can grind against his faceplate and run your fingers along his nose. Better yet: lean forward and take control of his antennae, as if they were reins waiting to be seized.

Tenna likes looking up at you. The angle makes you seem godlike, descending to receive a bounty made in your honor. He likes it when you scold him for moving too recklessly, making a spitty mess of your clenching thighs. He also likes it when your posture falters and you start to whimper out pleas that you’ll be a very good pet if he stops the teasing and skips to the finale your body craves.

Roleplay.

I think he WANTS to be into roleplay. I think it would be very easy for him to accomplish -- his studio boasts a huge wardrobe, an impressive prop collection, and plenty of sets to utilize. But... he can't help but find himself flustered, too reddened to say his line; or impatient, too desperate to let the act play its course.

If you sneak into his office, clutching a clipboard and pushing up a pair of glasses and bashfully introducing yourself as the new intern to the Mr. Tenna -- he'll find the strength to go along with it for the opening scene, only to crumble when you fall to your knees in front of him and spread his legs for him. Then, he'll go bright red, start to sweat, start to mumble, bite his knuckles to keep himself from getting embarrassingly hard when he should be the one intimidating you.

“Ah– ah! You’re rather bold for a brand new face! We wouldn’t normally let– hah!-- you back here, but I guess we can make…” He’s panting, struggling to find a script worth acting out. “Please… just let me fuck you.”

Sizeplay.

When I first saw that Tenna was tall, that was a huge selling point for me. Then I realized he was not tall, actually, but giant, and if we stood next to each other I’d only reach his knee, and, um, I’m kind of terrified of whatever he might be rocking in his pants (if you’re a truther for Tenna!dick – I go back and forth on whether or not he’d have a synthetic humanoid cock or instead some ken-doll mound hiding hypersensitive bundles of wires.)

But… there’s still something really, really hot about a sizeshifter. When you’re playfully arguing and he inflates his height to tower over you and leer at you with an evil grin, reminding you who’s the boss? When, at full height, all it takes is a mere ounce of his strength to manipulate you however he pleases? How one of his hands absently-minded coiling around both of yours leaves you pinned and trapped? How it takes zero effort to overstimulate you with a finger or his tongue, all the while his bulge threatens to keep growing in his pants as he watches you melt beneath a fraction of his attention?

Additionally: a tiny Tenna who can barely handle your fingers grazing over him. His emotions correlate with his height, so I figure he’d almost always be boasting an impressive few feet above you; simply motivated by your words and presence and affection to summon his best, most shiny self. Especially during sex – there’s no way he’d be able to maintain a sour or gloomy mood when you’re reaching for him, whispering about your need, promising him that he’s the one to fill it. You don’t see much of Tiny Tenna. But he’s terrific for a short cuddle or a good tease.

Role Reversal.

Once I saw this piece of Spamtenna art where both of them had a thought bubble that said "lol this guy thinks he's topping." I actually think this is how EVERY encounter with Tenna goes.

Tenna wields a bold persona, but it cracks when you talk sweetly or touch him gently or... pay enough attention to him. Then: he's putty in your hands. Babbling and confessing secrets you didn't know he had kept and making promises you didn't ask him to make and ensuring that he loves you, really loves you. But the longer you tease him, the more you stretch his patience -- you risk reawakening the rabid side of him.

One too-long lingering touch will have him reminding you who's in charge. He'll flip you on your back, pin you to the wall, fuck up into you from where he rests beneath your body. And that weak, whimpering voice he sputtered out apologies and pleads in? Suddenly transformed into that suave, booming tone he charms the audience with.

"You didn't think I'd let you get away with that, did you? The show’s barely getting started!"

But stay firm in your dominance and you'll have another chance to reprimand him for talking to you like that, for having such an ego, for daring to be so ungrateful for your attention. That might trigger a few inches worth of height to cease, for his confident bravado to falter – but be careful. If he’s really desperate, there’s little you can say or do to rip away the fate he’s sealed for you: taking his cock until he truly believes you’ve learned your lesson for toying with him.

(Please toy with him. He loves it.)

Mild Pred/Prey.

Maybe not exactlyyyy but hear me out. He likes cornering you, seeing you shrink. Seeing your eyes widen slightly as you realize you're not only all alone, but completely without escape. He likes leaning in, baring his fangs. Swallowing up the space with his static buzz and his irresistible words and his reaching hands --

And, normally, this is just a way to tease, to excite! To say hello! He'll drop the act and plant kisses on your forehead, lean in casually for conversations. But... he can't deny just how much he likes it. The way you stare at him, desperate for answers as to what he'll do next. How little you can do about it.

Plus, he likes trapping you. Literally: practicing the devices invented for his show on you, binding you with his wires or his tie, holding your hands together with one of his own and pinning them above your head while the rest of you dangles uselessly. And less literally: holding your attention. Keeping you guessing. Invading your space.

He just... loves... capturing you, having you. If it means giving a chase, baring his fangs, reaching across the room to tug you back into his embrace, sure! Like I said, not all of it is erotic. Sometimes he just likes the spooked look on your face -- or, better yet, the excitement that replaces the initial shock, the way you squeal his name and loop your arms around him. He's always happy to reciprocate.

(And squeeze back while he lifts you off the ground and takes you where he pleases for your conversation -- or your "conversation.")

★★★

Other Little Random Bits.

I think he’s less of an orgasm denier and more of an orgasm insister. Even when you’ve had enough, you feel funny, you think you might pee – Tenna is all about a grand finale, or a stellar rerun, or, maybe, an appreciated-but-unproduced pilot pitch, if your body can’t muster one last performance. He’ll sigh and start to kiss the red off your face, offering you a sweet pout as he soothes you in your panting state: “Don’t worry, precious! You tried your very, very best. I give it a ten.”

I think he uses so many pet names – as if clipped and sampled from random shows across all eras – that it’s difficult to really pin down a “Tenna petname brand.” He loves to call you darling and sweetheart, most certainly – but it’s not long before he’s throwing in things like prince and princess, sweets and sugar, the occasional toots and doll. Sometimes he’ll call you random things like reigning champ! or little lovebug! – again, all so randomized and so quick, and yet so Tenna. He is also very, very fond of atta girl! and atta boy! Bonus points for anything that sounds cloyingly sweet but also slightly condescending.

Speaking of random shows across all eras: Tenna’s knowledge of the world (not just the Light World, but of like… everything, conceptually) comes from the content he’s consumed, projected, and replicated for his entire life. He’s a reference machine; no inside joke or old recurring bit will pass him by. Seriously! Ramble to him about any program or film – there’s a good chance he’ll take the conversation and lead it somewhere amazing, like informing you about behind-the-scenes trivia and the scriptwriting process. He also has a knack for dancing and repeating the long, convoluted dance sequences once seen by Gene Kelly; similarly, he’s memorized many a comedy routine, and can pull rabbits out of hats, repeat punchlines, or play the straight man whenever needed.

…However, since so much of his internal world orbits around… television… it does, in a way, warp some of his understanding of the world. Romance, too. When he’s good, he’s great – taking inspiration from all the great romance movies from the start of cinema to now, courting you with glamorous gestures and making you feel like a true starlet. Unfortunately, sometimes he is – not great? I think, in the beginning, he might not know much about intimacy or sex, considering that’s not something that ever featured in the programs the Dreemurr household watched, no sir! There’s a few programs he’s caught that certainly leave little to the imagination, but he’s still got a lot to learn about the real process. The good news is that he’s downright eager and maybe even obsessive to get his hands on you and really, truly show off what he's learned.

Tenna talks. A lot. When he cums. Sososoo much. If you gag him, he keeps talking – around your fingers, through your underwear, from where he’s squished into the pillow. He might even thank you for gagging him (in mumbles.)

[bigweirdalien]

a double act ★ tenna x gn!reader ★

tags/warnings: voyeurism, tenna is kinda obsessive & delusional & reallyreally into the reader, one nsfw scene but like it's a doozy

w.c.: 7k

everybody should read my tenna fic on ao3!! this is an advertisement for that fic!! I was going to post it here but I'm struggling with the formatting lolz and it's like 2 am!! divider credit goes to bronzewasp here on tumblr!