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Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: The delicate fragrance of dark coffee roused Spamton from the haze of sleep. The bed dipped next to him and he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes reflexively. He heard the soft clack of a mug on the nightstand. “Spammy.” Tenna’s soft voice wrapped around him. “I've got coffee, if you’re up.” “‘m up,” he groaned, burrowing further in the blankets. Tenna's quiet laugh shook the bed. He heard her put the mug down and settle back into bed. Even through the blankets, the dappled sunlight played across his eyes, coaxing him into wakefulness... almost. He shuffled closer to Tenna and buried his face in her thigh, not willing to face the morning quite yet. She laughed again, soft and melodic, and ran a hand through his hair, delicately brushing the flyaways back into place. He groaned and tilted his head into the touch, barely stopping a purr from exiting his throat. Tenna started massaging his temples, fingers gently scratching at his scalp, until he feared he might just fall back to sleep— “Coffee’s gonna get cold,” she chided, no bite behind it. “Sure I can’t tempt you into a cup...?” Spamton groaned, hands grabbing reflexively at Tenna’s thighs. “You can tempt me into anything,” he mumbled. Summoning his willpower, he peeked out from under the blankets and sat up in bed.

Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: “There he is,” Tenna chirped. A steaming mug was pressed into his palms, Tenna’s hand supporting it until she saw that Spamton’s eyes were fully open. “Thanks,” Spamton mumbled, leaning into Tenna’s side. He brought the mug to his face, inhaling the rich scent. “You didn't have to, y’know.” “Wanted to.” Tenna squeezed his thigh and draped an arm around his shoulders. “And I, heh. Feel like I owed you, after last night...” Spamton’s brain whirred into gear. Last night. Ah. “No payback needed, though it’s certainly appreciated.” He sipped from his mug and chuckled wryly as his recollection of the evening came flooding back. “I’m surprised we’re both still in one piece this morning.” That got a blush on Tenna’s face, the sweet thing. “Barely,” she murmured. He hummed and settled into her side, the coffee warming his cold fingers. Tenna rode him so hard last night it was a miracle he wasn't black and blue. His cunt stirred as he recalled the memory: Tenna’s breasts bouncing in front of his face, the perfect height to suck on her nipples until she cried his name, her tight cunt grinding against his strap, slick leaking down her thighs and onto his own, moaning so loud that surely all of Cyber City would hear...

Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: He felt Tenna shiver; she seemed to be lost in thought, as well. He chuffed knowingly and ran a hand, hot from the mug, down her thigh. Her antennas dipped, weaving loosely together. “Spammy...” her voice quavered as Spamton tugged at the belt of her robe with an inquisitive finger. “Sorry," he murmured, not sorry at all. He took a long drink of his coffee and set it on the nightstand, gazing up at Tenna with unadulterated want. “You’re so gorgeous, I can’t help myself.” Tenna turned bright pink, vents bursting with hot air. She wriggled at the praise, shoulders hunched. The movement made her robe fall open. A flash of black lace caught Spamton’s eye. He froze. Blinked. Glanced up at her incredulously. Tenna blushed and smiled, innocent, and shifted just so. The top of the robe fell open, revealing a racy black bra, intricate lace cupping the curves of her breasts, with a heart-shaped cutout in the center. The peaks of her dials pressed against the fabric, stiff and wanting. She bit her bottom lip, shoulders drawn up to her chin. “Tenna." Spamton’s voice turned hard. “I’m gonna need you to put that coffee down.” Tenna, to her credit, put down the coffee, a flush spreading across her screen.

Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: Spamton climbed on top of her, untied the belt at her waist, and pulled the robe apart. A matching pair of panties greeted him, trimmed with a tiny bow, scalloped lace tracing the join between her legs and torso. They rode low on her hips, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Tenna stretched just so, arching her back and parting her legs ever so slightly, and oh dear god those panties were crotchless. Spamton thought he might burst a vessel from how fast the blood rushed to his clit. “When did you... how, I— Tenna.” Tenna giggled demurely, biting her bottom lip. “Thought it would be a nice morning surprise for you, Spammy,” she said, voice low. “Other than the coffee, I mean.” “Fuck the coffee,” said Spamton. “I don’t think that’s a good ide— oh!” Spamton’s hands were suddenly on her chest, groping greedily, pinkies brushing against her nipples.

writing brain is dead in the water this week (work, life and trauma caught up with me OTL) but I did promise @0rocketslime0.bsky.social something w cute n racy outfits. cheating a little by sharing an old #spamtenna yuri that I may never finish :') feat he/him butch spamton! #tubewrites #deltaruined

Spamton and Tenna's Eggcellent Adventure - WickedWisd0m - Deltarune (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

📺💌 A tisket, a tasket… 🪺

Grab your baskets and dress in your Sunday best, it's time for an Easter egg hunt! I hear there's a prize for whoever collects the most eggs… and Tenna's in it to win it. 🧺

Silly easter fic time with art by @acsparkplug.bsky.social!!!

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #tubewrites

White text on a dark red background. Behind the text is a photograph of a high-end hotel bar, with warm lighting, plush red velvet and soft green leather seats, and well-stocked liquor shelves. It reads: “You, uh. Come here often?” Tenna looked at the man over the rim of his glass: short, but undeniably handsome, a firm set to his shoulders and a slight paunch around the waist. Dark amber liquid swirled inside the cup in his hand, a large ice cube clinking rhythmically against the side. “No, not at all,” Tenna answered honestly. “It’s rare that I find myself in Cyber City. Even rarer that I stay the night. Not a bad spot to spend the evening, if I say so, I think I could get used to a place like this.” He set his drink on the bar and crossed his legs, the slit in his dress showing a flash of metal plating before it draped back around him. “And yourself?” “I don’t. Erm, come here often, either.” “Here for business?” “Something like that.” The man flushed, faint spots of color appearing high on his cheekbones. Tenna hummed, fingers drumming on the counter. “What kind of business does a big shot like you have around these parts?” “Sales. Advertising,” he corrected, adjusting his tie. “Run ads for the networks. Keeps me busy, that’s for sure.” “I bet they work you to death,” Tenna smiled. “Must be nice to have a night off, hmm?” -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT.

White text on a dark red background. Behind the text is a photograph of a high-end hotel bar, with warm lighting, plush red velvet and soft green leather seats, and well-stocked liquor shelves. It reads: “You have no idea,” the man sighed. He drained his drink and signaled the barkeep with two fingers. “I’m gonna have another. Can I get you something...?” “I’ll have what you’re having. And better make it a double,” Tenna leaned in and whispered. “Spammy, you’re tighter than a too-short extension cord. Loosen up a little!” “I’m trying,” Spamton hissed, quickly ordering two more drinks. “I don’t exactly [[Just do it]] that often, you know?!” Tenna swallowed a giggle, but his smile grew. “What, not into chatting up beautiful women at bars?” Spamton audibly ground his teeth. “Just pretend we’re back in the Green Room like normal.” “Don’t [show and tell] me how to [Doing] this, [10]-cent,” Spamton grimaced. “This was your [[Great Minds Think ]], anyway.” Casting a look behind them, Tenna moved in close and ran a hand down Spamton’s thigh, squeezing his knee. “You don’t have to indulge me if you really don’t want to,” he murmured. “I’m happy to drop this and talk normally, and we can head back to the room when we’re done with these drinks. I... I don’t want to push.” -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT.

White text on a dark red background. Behind the text is a photograph of a high-end hotel bar, with warm lighting, plush red velvet and soft green leather seats, and well-stocked liquor shelves. It reads: Something flashed in Spamton’s eyes. “Who said anything about not wanting to?” He reached over to Tenna and slipped a hand through the slit in his dress, dragging his hand up the stockings underneath and hooking the cuff under his finger. “It’s not the wanting that’s the problem, [boob tube], it’s the...” He trailed off and gestured with his other hand. “The [[Everything Must Go!!!]] that comes before.” Tenna shivered at the touch, but he kept his back straight, even when Spamton slid his hand out and the cuff snapped back into place. “Then let’s blow this joint and get right to the good part! No use drawing this out if your heart’s not in it.” The bartender placed two more drinks in front of them, and no sooner had they hit the bar than Spamton grabbed his and downed it in a single swallow. “Charge it all to room 600,” he instructed. “You have ten seconds to finish yours, [[Pretty Woman]], and then we’re going to mine.” Tenna wasted two of those seconds with a hand over his mouth, then tipped back his own drink, gasping as Spamton grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the elevators, heels click-clacking on the floor. -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT.

A screenshot of a strawpage ask from cathode-gay-tube.straw.page. It reads: what if... a lil drabble about some sexy roleplay?

thanks for the ask!! this might spin off into a fic of its own...

I know we think of BS spam as a smooth talker, but I love the idea of him being an awkward guy at heart. def not good at one night stands or picking someone up. luckily, tenna picks up the slack 🤭

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltarune #tubewrites

thanks to spamton g spamton for reminding me to check my coolant levels (which did, in fact, need to be topped off). now come diagnose my check engine light please

human spamtenna! tenna's not jealous of a car. who said that.

fungii stop coming for me like this

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White text on a blue background, with a pixelated water texture behind it. It reads: “Come on in, the water’s fine!” Tenna hollered, waving to the group standing by the edge of the pool. “The water WAS fine,” muttered Lanino, peering down his nose through his sunglasses and frowning. “Before he got in it.” “What an ELECTRIFYING turn of events!” Shuttah exclaimed. It bent over backwards and snapped a picture of Tenna floating on his inner tube. Tenna held a hand over his screen and laughed, the flash glancing off the water. “That’s one way to put it,” Elnina sighed. “How is he in there, anyway? Wouldn’t the water get into his chassis and short him out...?” “Best not to think too hard about these things, dewdrop,” said Lanino, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “But maybe Spamton would know...?” “Where IS he, anyway? I thought you were just with him, sunshine.” “I thought he was with you!” A familiar cackle sounded from behind them. - end text - There is a small logo in the bottom corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. It is floating in a red inner tube with yellow stars. There is also a yellow inner tube with white polka dots floating in the top left corner, containing a letter with a pink and yellow heart bearing Spamton NEO's heart face.

White text on a blue background, with a pixelated water texture behind it. It reads: “Look alive, he’s coming in HOT!” Shuttah called. With a loud whoop, Spamton sprinted past the group and leapt off the diving board, performing a clean somersault before tucking his legs to his chest and entering the water with a massive cannonball. Tenna’s float rocked dangerously, sending him careening backwards, shrieking with laughter. He surfaced a moment later, hair plastered to his head and a shit-eating grin on his face. The group on the shore blinked, stupefied. “He seems... fine?” Elnina ventured. “He’s probably used to it,” Shuttah tittered. “Let them have their fun,” said Lanino. “I’M going to get a drink, and then I’m going to work on my tan. You coming?” Shuttah turned to Elnina. “He’s the sun, how does that work...?” Back in the pool, Tenna had toppled off his donut. He held it upright with one hand, shielding himself from the group on shore. Spamton smiled through the hole in the center and leaned in for a kiss. - end text - There is a small logo in the bottom corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. It is floating in a red inner tube with yellow stars. There is also a yellow inner tube with white polka dots floating in the top left corner, containing a letter with a pink and yellow heart bearing Spamton NEO's heart face.

A screenshot of a strawpage ask from cathode-gay-tube.straw.page. It reads: Spamtenna go to pool party but can't pool because they would kill everyone

I took this one in a sliiiightly different direction because a. wanted to get an expanded cast in there and b. these two are MENACES. thanks for the ask, this one was real fun to write 💝

strabby open if you wanna throw something in! cathode-gay-tube.straw.page

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