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You've always felt a strange energy coming from your television set - a boxy old CRT you can't afford to replace and feel oddly attached to. It's almost like it's... aware, somehow.
When you discover how to shift between the Light and Dark Worlds, you learn the truth: your beloved, dusty TV is actually Mr "Ant" Tenna - who, as it turns out, has a bit of a thing for you. With this knowledge in hand (and Tenna completely unaware that you know) you decide to have some fun. How worked up can you get him before he finally cracks?
Or: how to tease an inanimate television until its sentient Dark World counterpart finally admits he's been watching (and enjoying) the entire time.
A standalone story & part of my Tenna/Reader series.
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- Part 2 of Physical Challenges With Mr "Ant" Tenna
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Boy, I'm Looking For A Fire (I'm Only Asking For Desire) by acestyx
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
26 Nov 2025
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“Look.” he continued, hands raised in surrender. “You’re pissed. I get it. As you know, the rest of my day wasn’t that fucking great either.”
He nodded towards the corner of the ceiling, where one of several small CCTV cameras sat. “But if you’re going to incinerate me, could you at least do it in a blind spot? I don’t exactly want my charred corpse caught in 4k.”
Flambae glanced around at the cameras, puffing out a warm, steady breath. He met Robert’s gaze again, hot embers burning beneath his glare. Flambae’s other fist curled, trembling slightly.
Robert licked his lips and braced, fully expecting to have to come up with a brand new excuse tomorrow for why his nose was busted this time around.
Instead, his eyes narrowed when Flambae’s glare — for the smallest, most imperceptibly short moment — flitted down, tracking the motion. Flambae’s gaze snapped back up, looking caught.
Robert blinked, eyes widening. His mouth fell open, the corner of his mouth ticking up just a fraction. “Oh.”
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Or, Robert and Flambae run into eachother after hours, post the “comms incident”. They argue a bit, then finish what they started.
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- Part 2 of Slow Burn
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07 Feb 2026
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“Wait.” Flambae blurted, voice strained.
Robert’s fingers tensed on the channel button, halting his motion. “…yeah?”
The line went quiet for a moment before Flambae made a soft, surrendering sound.
“Fuck.” he borderline whined, and Robert couldn’t help the way his breath caught in his throat.
“...Do you…want help? Or something?” Robert winced, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. “The sooner you’re done with…whatever this is, the sooner you can get back out on the field. So—just tell me what you need.”
Another beat of silence and Robert briefly considered taking the offer back, asking Flambae to forget he even said anything. A rough exhale whistled in his ears.
“Talk to me.”
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Or, Flambae gets a bit "pent-up" mid-shift. Robert lends him a helping hand (Well, voice).
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- Part 1 of Slow Burn
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07 Feb 2026
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You're a mildly famous Darkner who's been angling for a spot on Tenna's show for months. Finally, after securing the opportunity, you don't plan on wasting it. When you seek him out backstage during the break between filming, things get a little heated in his dressing room.
Or: how to get a submissive TV-headed guy with a praise kink all worked up, flustered and creaming his pants. Not a bad way to spend your break time, all things considered.
A standalone one-shot & part of my Tenna/Reader series.
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- Part 1 of Physical Challenges With Mr "Ant" Tenna
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04 Jan 2026
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AFTG from Andrew's POV (for those hardcore simps who, like me, are looking for another reason to re-read the series) (updated usually Tuesdays and weekends)
‘For the love of God, Andrew, put that down before you hurt someone.’ The coach of the Palmetto Foxes sighed heavily sending his most defiant player a murderous glare.
‘You’re no fun, Coach.’ The blonde, who was currently vigorously swinging an Exy racquet in the air, grinned back.
‘If only you had as much energy when we practiced, you -’
‘Aren’t you tired of repeating yourself, Kevin? Or do you just like to listen to yourself speak so much?’ Andrew interrupted the dark haired man who was standing in a safe distance leaning against the wall looking through a pile of files. A shame. Andrew thought, taking another swing with the too light striker racquet. A shame, that I can’t smash that stupid face. By accident, of course.- Language:
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