Friley

mostly fluff, some suggestive bits at the end cuz look at him bro

So I was wondering if I can request hazard tit fucking reader? Like I feel like he’s a thigh and boob kinda guy :>

i didnt wanna give this lovely person’s request a one year anniversary of being unanswered, SORRY MARS!!! my actions of neglect have truly been taken out of proportion 🫠

NSFW READER X HAZARD (tit-fucking)

https://www.tumblr.com/urlocaldesertdweller/788583416899764224/ant-tenna-x-critic-reader?source=share

4.2k words of reader with lethal amounts of attitude, mixed messages, tension, romantic tension, smoking, smooching, suggestive at the very end

...

It's only been a couple of days since the moment you and the cheesy family TV host finally met on a live show.

Needless to say, your introduction on Tenna's show had splashed some hot water in many ways.

For one, you are instantly recognized as the now-infamous critic of Mr. Ant Tenna's TV Time show, so it's easy to say that every encounter has been...mixed.

But it can range from quick and straightforward stares and remarks as you'd go down a public street. Other times, it isn't so subtle as some crazed fans will come up to you and strike up a conversation. which is, of course, only about your comments. That conversation quickly ranges from mocking, questioning, or straight-up threatening you.

You'd of course have to end up excusing yourself or running away from a shouting crowd of fans. A part of all of this excited you in some weird way.

Especially seeing how it frustrates Tenna... Oh, how you'd kill to see him beg, on his knees even! Just to stop you from being a complete leech on his reviews.

You even imagined what it would be like if someone like you were to come along. They wouldn't be nearly as impactful on his career or fan base. You are the original hater, that is a title you can own.

You had to eventually resort to staying at home for most of the time until then...

A part of you wanted to make another comment, but this time about complaining about Tenna's very loyal fan base. But you decided against it, for now.

But no matter what, you keep your head high and full of pride! ...Even if it meant becoming a hermit crab, a prisoner to your own home for your own safety!

Honestly, it only amused you more that your bait comments stirred so much.

Aside from being a complete outcast. Tenna's show appeared to gain popularity. The word of Tenna gaining his first critic even seemed to have regained past audiences' support for him during these "dire times".

His growth spike seems to never stop as long as he keeps on making references about you in his show.

Now that you have gained a sudden boost of time at home, you can't help but tune in. He was the one who started this on a personal level.

And while you can admit his show sucks, you can secretly admit how much he has been on your mind. Nearly every minute of doing nothing for the past few days, he has been infiltrating your train of thought like no other.

From your very last live encounter with him. His teasing you with a fake kiss has sent you on the path of instanty. It didn't help that he is an attractive man. His figure and the way he carries himself are so...stay on track!

That stupid, charming host looked so happy every time he dropped your name in the middle of his show, which would spark outrage in his audience, a flurry of boos and shouts of insults towards your name.

"Animals... A complete zoo you have for fans, Tenna."

You'd mutter as you lean further into your couch, tipping your glass of desired liquid (whiskey, if you want to feel snazzy). You glare into the screen, watching Tenna hush his audience as if they were a pile of fussy infants.

"I know how much that name is a complete cheese grate on your ears, folks! But I am afraid that Y/N won't be disappearing until they admit that they are wrong!"

Admitting? Admit you were wrong??? Hell no! His words, projected through the screen, make you nearly choke on your drink and sit up on your couch. Suddenly, this feels way more personal as you clutch your non-existent pearls, you begin to speak back as if you were on that stage with him once more.

"Me? Admit that your show isn't complete-?!"

Your mind blanks out as you imagine shouting a handful of words that would definitely get censored with the iconic Bleep! On his family-friendly show.

Nonetheless, the grip on your glass tightens; a part of you wants to break it, but you decide against it and huff out your frustration. You lean back into the plush couch as you push a hand to the side of your head. While you can deny that his show isn't good, you can admit that something keeps you from changing the channel...

Once the crowd calms down, Tenna chuckles as he steps away from the edge of the stage and looks to the camera with a more serious look. The words that fall from those lips make you tense once more.

Tenna took a slow breath, and was that pink on his screen? "As I was saying to you, Y/N. My sweet little critic. The rainclouds my sun!" He tightens the grip of his mic before speaking.

"Oh my darling. I know you are watching me. It's been a bit since you made any reviews..." He raises a brow with an apparent smirk, making the crowd exclaim.

He laughs to nothing as his runs a hand through his two anteena. "Didn't think you would give up so quickly? Is this what all of your radio silence means? I thought we could make this interesting, with all of your free time now..."

You slam your glass on the side table and sit on the edge of your couch, your brows stitched together in question. You'd never tell, but this man had a way of keeping you on edge.

"Why don't we have an official appearance of you this time, hm? Are you willing to come up here, and we can talk again?"

"What the hell are you planning with me, Tenna?"

You get on your knees and shuffle to the screen. Tenna looks at the floor for a moment, seeming to have a moment before saying more with a huff.

"Let's meet back on stage tomorrow night, my little critic. And wear something nice to cover up that attitude of yours!"

"Consider it done. Cheap metal box of brainless entertainment."

He winks before walking to the center, seeming to return to the script for his show. So it's going to be like that, huh? Two can play that game. You cross your legs and arms as you turn the TV off.

...

It was only about an hour before the night showing was set to begin. You had a plan yourself. You were dressed in VERY similar pieces to Tenna's usual outfits. His classic red shiny coat, black formal pants, mustard shoes, and you swapped out for a bowtie rather than a business tie.

Of course, obtaining these pieces wasn't easy, as it involved you having to go out in public again, risking harassment. You passed by with only a couple of mentions of the night show, and most asked if you were coming tonight.

You'd respond with a simple nod as you try to speedwalk any other people off your tail.

When you got home, you only had a certain amount of time before actually preparing. It was nice to clean yourself up for something that is going to be a mix of competitive and formal at the same time.

As much as your outfit was made out to mock Tenna's repetitive fashion sense. You can't help but feel a sense of power in these clothes, which you complemented with a couple of struts in front of your bathroom mirror.

By the time you actually left the front door, a bright, sparkly limo was by the curb. Of course, being hesitant, you eventually get in. And you were on your way in the well-cooled vehicle.

You feel extremely uneasy, and you don't want to get comfortable. Since this is clearly proprietary of Tenna, he must've gotten word that you actually are coming.

The thought didn't settle your mind any less. That powerful man definitely has ears all over this place. You come to realize that a portion of the people who actively approach you are his goons.

Your sparkly outfit feels all too tight as the limo silently drives past the normal entry for guests, which looks even fuller than it did the last time you were here. You pull into a discreet entry of Tenna's studio. You are definitely going to have to walk through his territory once more.

A part of your question was whether you had to meet him before the show started in his office. Which you were going to loath. Nonetheless, you gulp as you step out of the limo and get escorted into the building.

Your body actually feels freer in the less cool but larger building in comparison to the narrow limo. You breathe in and out, relax your padded shoulders, puff your chest, and strut, all while following Tenna's crew.

Yes, that sense of rightness is flowing back to you. Most of what you'd assume to be Tenna's crew gives a fair share of looks towards you.

Eventually, you are led to the familiar pair of doors that connect to the stage.

"The show will happen in 2 minutes, when Mr. Tenna tells you to come on stage." A crewmember with a clipboard tells you from behind.

With a firm nod from you, you push the doors and hide behind the vintage red curtains. Guess you won't be seeing him beforehand, shame.

...

You have been partially counting down the time as you hear the crowd whisper and mutter before settling down just before Tenna's intro music begins. Which you naturally tune out, and you cross your arms, waiting.

The tall host comes from the doors, and he seems to fail to see you in the shadows as he takes the stage.

"Welcome, welcome, lovely ladies and germs!" He shouts with a bow. "How are we doin-"

It's going to be a minute more, you know it. The way he pretends to care about his audience makes you snicker as you lean from the shadows to watch him, noting that you should at least pay attention to some sort of call from him.

Tenna talks just a little more, pointing out some of the well-dressed people in the seats.

And eventually, he gets to the point.

"As you can see from the stage and from some rumors..." Tenna leans to the edge with a hand to his lips as if he were gossiping. "Tonight we are officially bringing my first critic! Y/N! Come from on our here my sour lemon!"

With a wave of his arm, he raises the crowd to cheer for you to come out, surprisingly.

He turns to the curtains with his wide smile, nearly showing his fangs. And you walk out.

"Here they are fo-! Oh!"

It's your turn to smile as he seems stunned, a little, as you walk towards him. Your Tenna outfit shines under the spotlight as you turn to the crowd, eliciting a mix of reactions. You can't help but chuckle as you turn to Tenna, his mouth agape.

"Hello. Tenna." You try to pull him out of his reaction by offering the greeting handshake he is supposed to do first. He snaps out of it with a tug on his collar.

"Uh! Hello... little me!" He leans down to return the handshake, you notice his teeth are clenched slightly. "Ahaha... Who else wasn't expecting a copycat of me? I wasn't!"

"Oh, you know, I just walked into the formal clothing store and told them to make me look cheap and ridiculous." If you were being honest, which you would never, this outfit actually took a pretty penny out of you...

Tenna clutches his tie as he forces a chuckle, trying to roll your insult as a joke. "Aren't they so COMICAL?" He continues this awful chucking fit, making some people in the crowd awkwardly follow along with him.

"But trust me! I'm sure all of us would have loved to see you in something nice, Y/N. Even I was getting hopeful myself!" He draws off with a hint of disappointment. Your act falters for a moment as you frown, seeing how he actually wanted to see you dolled up.

He stands straight as he offers his hand in the direction of a single podium. "Made just for you, my little critic!"

With a fake gasp, you thank him. "OH, Tenna! You shouldn't have!"

A couple of confused looks, and Tenna smiles. Awe.. he thinks it was actually doing something!

"I mean it, you really shouldn't. I don't care what you do for me."

You walk over to the podium and lean on it as you look at Tenna. He clears his throat with a cough as he continues on with the show.

"As we were moving, Y/N, I was hoping that my fussy critic would answer some real questions this time. Unlike the first time..."

You can't help but admire his figure now that you aren't looking at him through a screen anymore. You give a nod, "Well, unlike LAST TIME, sweet Tenna! You were the one to drag me out of my seat for that show! Poor timing from your host if I'd say so..."

"Y/N. You have such a way with words, don't cha?" Tenna sees out through as he crosses his arms, turns and walks over to you. He leans and whispers, "Y/N, Y/N, my darling Y/N... We aren't doing this tonight. You are already walking the fine line!"

You smirk as your last words make the crowd grow irritated, and some shout some insults at you. You only lean on your tippy toes and rest on your chin on your fist.

"But fine. Only for my favorite host!" Your tongue drips with sarcasm.

A board comes from behind you, and Tenna handles a stack of cards as if they were playing cards. Those talented, large, gloved fingers...

“Ahem, dear Y/N I have to ask right off the bat. Why did you dress like me! Seems rather odd dont you think?” Tenna chuckles out.

“Well my beloved host, if dress like you in pure mockery. Plain as that. To portray your awfully repetitive color scheme and outfit.”

Tenna raises a brow and places a hand on his chest, seeming to look smart now.

“Honey… Have you ever seen an icon? And frankly, you seem obsessed with dressing like me... ” He snorts and covers his mouth, his screen dusts pink, getting a kick with his comeback.

Before you can continue he moves on. “ANYWAY.! Let’s try to stay on track my lovely contestant… Ahem, getting straight to the point. Why Y/N? Whats the point of doing all of this? Do you REALLY get a kick out of being so negative? So hateful to what I do?”

“Yeash Tenna. Sounds like you want to unpack something to a therapist.. Besides that, I enjoy doing what I do my host. In fact, I love it! And I love being special, being looked differently. And frankly I just dont enjoy your show, simple as that.”

Tenna only huffs seeing that it was an answer. And moves on.

“Do you hav-“ You hush him. “How about I ask a question hm?”

He glares at you, trying to get a read on your motives with this and mouths to you, ‘What are you doing?’

But he clears up to look at the audience with a raised brow before responding. “Well, if you say so!]A little switch-a-ro never hurt!”

This is the biggest mistake he will ever make. As you clear your throat and step from your podium and slowly step towards Tenna, he watched you carefully.

“I know you won’t stop until I admit that I was wrong. But mentioning my name at every show? It almost seems that you are obsessed with your critic..”

This sparks gasps throughout the room, Tenna grows more pink and he tugs on his collar, “Seems you got more to say.”

You walk begin to circle him like, to which he tries to keep an eye on you while appearing not freaking out. You eventually stand next to him, placing a hand on his lower back.

“…You are getting rather comfortable with me.” Tenna mutters giving you a quick glance. Before shrugging to the audience.

The hand moves to his hip, you tap your fingers lightly, getting a small yelp out of him. For such a bold and outgoing host, he’s “Go ahead and answer me Mr. Tenna, answer to them.”

The host gulps and laughs nervously before raising his voice to the crowd, you notice he places a hand on your shoulder. “Obsessed is a strong word Y/N dont you think? Especially!” He wags a finger in front of your face.

“Obsessed? With the one person that supposedly hates me? But comes back to the show they criticize DRESSED AS ME???”

Regaining his ground as he steps aside from you, breaking your touch, and placing a hand on his chest as though offended.

"I'll repeat it to you. You, my dear, are the one obsessed with me." The host turns to you, leaning down, pressing a finger to your chest.

Oh, this is getting on a WHOLE other level of personal. His poke makes you want to scratch the spot, and you turn to him, ready to fire back. From the guest's perspective, they watch the whole thing unfold. He was switching from side to side like watching an intense tennis game.

"Going off script once more, Tenna? Sounds unprofessional. Like how you usually are handling critiques!" Your voice stretches, seeming to heighten the tension in this conversation.

Tenna scoffs, his lips tighten, and you could imagine him being on the verge of tears if he had eyes. "Those 'critiques' are anything BUT constructive and helpful!"

His size grows slightly, and he gets on his hands and knees, still towering over you, to point at you, and he borderline growls at you. And from this angle, you can see his fangs now. This is exactly what you wanted, despite him posing a threat to you with every second you keep that smug look and cross your arms.

"At least you are doing something different, like reality drama right now with me. Something FINALLY different from your BOR-A-RING GAMESHOWS!"

The slightly overgrown host shouts out a frustrated whine, with a mix of garbling, and turns to stand away from you.

"I-I... MIKE, CUT TO COMMERCIALS! I AM DONE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!" He throws his hands in the air and grabs you by the back of your matching red coat. He lifts you to his flushed face, and he stomps off with you.

"HEY-!" You initially yelp from the feeling of this vulnerable position you find yourself in, but your toned words do nothing to the pissed off TV host.

For the period of his walking off stage, he nearly knocked his head into the short doorway. You thought of snorting or chuckling, but one look at his blank screen tells you to keep quiet.

You can't help but feel warmth spread to your cheeks from embarrassment as everyone in the room full of workers watches their boss stomp to his office with his ciritc in his hand.

You cover your face as he sets you and Tenna enter his office, and he kicks the door closed. He sits you on the edge of his desk. God, you feel pathetic, quickly eating all of your words and tone up by trying to hide behind your hands as he stands in front of you, with crossed arms.

The man you have been making fun of for the past weeks finally speaks up. "Where did all of the boldness go, huh? ...Don't tell me this is when you finally swallow your words, Y/N."

"..." You don't budge.

"...Fine. I can give you a minute." You hear him move behind the desk, the sounds of a drawer opening and shutting.

"Come on... Where is the damn thing?"

The sound of a metal light can be heard clicking before the flicker of a sparking flame.

"Look at what you're doin' t'me."

You realize what he was doing as the stench of smoke fills your nose, which you naturally turn up your nose at. You finally break your hands and turn to look at the beloved TV host smoking a cigar.

His brows are still furrowed, and his shoulders, although lowered, are still very tense.

Your voice finally picks up, "Didn't know you smoked."

"There are plenty of things you don't know and assume about me, Y/N." He croaks out as he exhales a large puff of smoke into the air. Your dirty mind couldn't be stopped. He looked incredibly attractive when he was stressed. 

You scoot closer to his desk, which he seemed to not mind. You face him completely now. There's an odd mutual calmness between you and him now.

"Sorry if I ask, and I can pay you back...but is there any more?"

He hums, checking the drawer before looking at you, before offering the cigar. "I don't mind sharing. Besides, I am trying to cut these off, but at certain times. Get too rough."

He refers to you, making you snort as you take the cigar. A thought interrupts your mind, realizing this will be the closest thing to a kiss you'll get out of him, sharing a cigar. You push the blunt tip to your lips and inhale.

Although it was too quick. You rip the cigar out in a coughing fit with small puffs of smoke.

Tenna takes the cigar from you. He scoots closer in his chair and pats your back. God, this feels weird.

"Jeez... You must be tense as well, huh?" He chuckles awkwardly as he leans down to check on your scrunched face.

All he gets is a nod as you continue to get the rest of the smoke out, with the help of Tenna's pats.

You get slightly teary-eyed as you sit straight to look at him with a pained smile. "Now I am good.."

A gloved hand comes up to cup your face, and his thumb wipes away your tears.

"Y/N, I'll admit something if you do as well. From a mutual stance."

His other hand comes to rub your shoulder. It tenses from his words; he squeals in response.

"You could say I did stalk your profile. That's how I figured out that you were coming to my show the first time. And I actually did find you attractive, aside from your mean comments.."

You gulp and blink, your hands fiddle with each other, but find their way to his arms. "And I can admit that most of my comments are ragebait.. The more realistic ones are still real, though. However, most of them are created to garner attention... And I also think you are a hot host!"

Tenna takes a moment to be stunned, breaking from the romantic feels. "...What's ragebait?" He sounds genuine and curious about what it would mean, god, it's adorable.

"God, you need to learn how to separate ragebait from actual critique. I'll let you know later." You get on your knees and lean into his screen, lips never more ready.

"Woah mama-!" He is cut off as his lips are found on yours.

"Mmm.." You hum against his lips, rubbing his arms to calm him into the smooch.

The once stressed host relaxes into a kiss and pulls you into his lap, just as he did a couple of days ago.

He tilts his head at a more comfortable angle. The feeling of your enemy's lips is surprisingly lovely.

And boy, neither of you can get enough of it. You press harder into him, and he whines and gasps for air.

"Please, please. It's been a while since I've done this... But never stop my little critic.."

Allowing you to add the battle of tongues into the kissing mix. You catch Tenna off guard, making him moan, but quickly hoisting you onto his body, leaning back into the chair.

"Mmhp! God!"

...

The commercials have long been done. The crowd waits and shifts in their seats, wondering what the hell happened to their host and his guest.

...

Good lord, this has all been so worth it. All of the harassment and comments. Just to see your host like this.

"Y/N... Please, I'm going to need more than this... ngh..."

The range of Tenna's chair is your savior as he leans far back, where you can sit on his torso.

You abandoned your coat and tied Tenna's wrists above his head. You grab the bottom of his head and tilt him up to push your mouth into his neck. Gentle tongue and teeth grazing his neck, Tenna tries his hardest to now shiver with pleasure.

"Ah! Ahaha.! That tickles!!" He kicks his legs like a flustered high school girl and bites his lip. 

The host's coat is long gone, lying somewhere on the ground, his white button-up is half open, exposing his metal body, which turns out to be surprisingly sensitive. His yellow tie is kept on as a make leash; you give a good tug to get Tenna vocal.

He throws his chest into the air with a loud groan, grinning like a man who won the lottery.

Enemies to lovers, this will be a multi part for the love to stew up 😔, you know the drill. Passive aggression, insults, and tension. It's all here!

The reader is a ragebaiter, and Tenna falls hard for it.

…

When it comes to putting yourself out there in forms of media, like say, a TV show, you have to be ready for all sorts of feedback.

With enough effort, you’ll receive good feedback! But still always be prepared and willing to listen to criticism.

This is what Ant Tenna thought exactly. And he knew what he was getting into with the rough entertainment industry.

And as a fantastic host, Tenna obviously found a perfect spot with his show! Seeming to be perfect in nearly every way.

He has a large viewer base he manages to keep and continue to grow, he gains 4-5 star reviews and high ratings, and best of all.

He tries his damndest to stay on top of criticism! Even check a handful of review websites after every showing to check what the latest news is on his fresh episodes.

Until.

His first 1 star review. You.

Tenna didn’t want to believe it! He thought he had done everything right, but it felt like the end of the world to him.

The actual text of your comment was even worse. Ranging from how ridiculous the show is, the overly dramatic tone of everything, even when the smallest thing happens, is overplayed. The acting of both Tenna and the contestants seems scripted.

It all seemed to be genuine critique until he read more of your comments.

You complain about the fake props, saying how it takes you out of the fantasy of it… Saying how the lighting was so intense that it hurt your eyes.

You even commented about how his suit looked tacky.

Tacky? THE Ant Tenna? Tacky?

That’s it. He couldn’t believe it anymore.

This so called Critic giving his show a 1 star rating will be known! He was determined. So he dug further into your profile.

Mind you that he is still new to receiving critical feedback and has fallen into your rage trap. But he didn’t care, he wanted to publicly acknowledge and humiliate you. Even if it was just showing your profile picture on the website.

But from the look of it, you looked very normal. Not some weird freak who went too harsh on a family TV show.

The way your smile completely doesn’t match the way you type about his show. You seem like a different person in comparison, how could some as nice looking as you write something like that?! You could even say that you looked pretty.

…

No… No, no, no!

Don't get distracted! You still wrote the horrible review. In fact, your good looks were ruined by your actions on the website. What a sick, twisted person you sound like, hidden behind such a nice face.

And Tenna will remember your face indeed.

Hell, the man was even tempted to send a message with the way you had your phone number available, oh so easily. But dwelling on one single bad review was bad for him enough.

Tenna would continue on his shows, which made it easy to eventually forget your comments.

Until another night after a show. You made another review of his latest episode.

He didn't even want to look at it, knowing it was going to be nothing but something to blow his fuse over. So that's why he read it...

To think that your common sense of criticism would get better! In fact, you just managed to get even more ridiculous! Critizing the editing cuts from commercials, making fun of some of the titles to his latest games, mocking the names of his contestants???

This is just plain bullying. Tenna won't have it!

This was coming to a point where he nearly called you out with your phone number. Until he managed to read a small post of yours stating that you were going to see a live showing of his show. Even a picture of the ticket in your hand conventionally shows your seat number.

...Oh, the things that were cooking up in his little TV brain.

Yes, he was going to rat you out in front of LIVE television. Embarrass you so hard that you'll never dream of making another stupid review!

...

The paid guests settled into room, taking their seats. By the time you sit, a chain of employees will have spread the word, eventually reaching Tenna.

Which, upon hearing the news, he grins with a fang as he fixes his tie, ready to ruin you on screen...

While you wait in your seat, completely unaware of what's bound to happen, you cross a leg over another, clicking your tongue and tapping your finger on the armrest of your seat.

You have the same thought in mind, of taking anything you see in this live showing and writing it all down on yet another 1-star review! You love what you do...

Soon enough, it was TV Time!

Ant Tenna took the stage like any other show, soaking in every cheer and flower thrown his way, ending off with a bow. You bore your eyes and scoff, which is muted by the crowd.

When Tenna rises, your glances meet for the first time, and something far louder than the crowd is made between you and this host. A competitive race to ruin each other's jobs.

Tenna starts off by addressing that he received his first 1-star review. Which makes the crowd gasp.

"Folks! I want to start this night off by stepping from my stage and getting real with you... I got my first 1-star review. I know! Feels unreal that someone would hate on THE TV Time? HATE on lil ol' Tenna?"

He looks around at everyone but glances at you and smirks your way, shit. You weren't actually thinking that Tenna read your reviews?

You are very caught off guard by this announcement and visibly push yourself into your seat as people murmur and mutter to one another that WHO could POSSIBLY hate on this wonderful show?

A person sitting next to you whispers.

"Can you believe that man? Someone actually found a way to hate the show!"

You sink into your chair even more, nails scratching into the armrest. You chuckle out a response.

"...Ha ha! I couldn't imagine..!"

As Tenna soaks in every second of your state with a smug look, he tightens his tie before moving on as he clears his throat.

"And I tell this to you, my lovely crowd... Because..."

The long, drawn-out silence makes people question before he blurts out the rest of his sentence. You try to compose yourself by sitting up, thinking he will move on.

"We actually have the person who wrote the review in this very room tonight. Who WILL actually join me on the stage tonight!"

He admits out loud as he walks around playing the stage, as the crowd grows all the more curious about who could possibly be the one.

Just when you thought you were safe... Tenna finally stops in front of the section of seats you sit in.

You and Tenna's gaze meet once more, he's giving you a knowing smile as a hand rests on his belt in a resting manner. His lips are tempted to say your name.

His eyes are on your lips as well, like a duel of who is going to break first. And you mouthed to him very clearly and slowly.

'Don't you dare...'

The worst part wasn't even that you were going to be exposed. No, you wear your "criticism" with full pride. It was a matter of playing along with whatever Tenna had in store for you with his show on LIVE.

Tenna goes into a dramatic bow before quickly standing up with a swing of his hand your way.

"Ladies and Germs... My first critique!"

Before you can react, before even the audience can respond, a spotlight is shined down on you to make you stand out all the more.

Tenna extends a hand with a flexing finger, signaling you to come on stage.

"Give them a hand, everyone! And don't be shy and come up here, Y/n, I won't bite."

You gulp as everyone, the camera, and the person right next to you watch you stand. Most people give a slow clap, clearly not wanting to cheer for you.

But you keep strong, staring is no stranger to you. And you just put your shoulders back and flash your pearly whites before walking onto the stage.

Tenna chuckles as he is enjoying all of this, thinking so highly of himself for planning this and sorta stalking your page.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet face to face with you, Y/n."

You have underestimated how tall Tenna truly is, considering you have only seen him through a screen with no real comparison. He kneels for you and offers a friendly handshake, but his lips read a much more threatening mood.

You breathe in and put on your old theater face before slapping your hand into his for the shake.

"Psh! No, you've got it wrong, sir. It's my pleasure to meet you! Even better to be on stage."

"Ha! Considering how you think of me with your reviews... I'm surprised you didn't call me by my first name! So please just Tenna."

You both eventually break from the hand contact as he stands above you with his comment, referring to your reviews. With every line that comes out of each other's throats, the audience looks back and forth as though watching a Tennis game of tension.

Tenna walks to the middle of the stage, offering you to follow him. You find this the perfect time to bite back...

"Fine then...Tenna. Did I come up here for you to play your games while I do a quiz with a cheesy nickname? Or am I here for a real purpose?"

You watch Tenna's back visibly tense for a moment before he spins on his heel with a tight grin. The scene alone makes the audience shiver, which you honestly forget is there, given how personal this is becoming.

Tenna huffs out, "While considering I try VERY HARD to listen to criticism, I figured that you hated my whole concept of gameshows so much. That we will just be talking about our interesting situation..."

"About time, huh, ladies and gents?" You mutter under your breath.

He turns back with fists behind his back as he sits in a chair suitable for his size. Another chair for you is right next to his, only separated by a small table with two empty mugs.

It felt like you were going to show up on the news tonight for a very gruesome reason. God, you were starting to like this show more than ever, making Tenna act like this...

He finally sits down, keeping his composure and pats on the armrest of your chair, which you spend no time testing his patience at the moment.

"So, I don't think the majority of my audience has seen your just amazing reviews yet! Mike, the screen!"

His tone is disgustingly fake, with the mention of your reviews as a screen behind you, showing off your text in full glory on live, and which everyone in the room reads.

"Any chance you could describe your thought process when writing these? Anything possibly going on in the most likely hollow skull of yours, Y/n?"

His insult to your brain makes the crowd laugh, purely out of spite for you. You have dealt with this before, nothing new...just in front of live TV and a crowd...

"Well, while you can assume how smart I am from the few comments I made, Tenna. I wrote these reviews with the intent that the oh so great Tenna would be strong enough to learn from my perfectly fine critiques!"

You get comfortable in your chair, leaning back, and your legs crossed. You are fully invested in the act and refuse to break.

Your response earns an offended scoff, which Tenna tries hard to play into a chuckle. He digs his fingers into the plush form of his chair and sits up to look down at you. He wags a finger in your face.

"You call that? Critique?" He turns away to the audience with a hand to his lips, doing very little to keep you from hearing what he says. "I think I mixed up with getting a comedian on stage, folks..." 

This sparks a decent amount of laughter. You interrupt the moment between him and his audience. "I'm surprised you can keep your crowd entertained without the overwhelming amount of action, quizzes, and parkour, Tenna. Your little critic is proud of you! Awe..."

You place a tender hand over your heart as you sigh and tilt your head. This teasing act of yours struck a nerve.

The once somewhat calm host stands from his chair and looks down at you, raising his voice, earning gasps from his crowd. They are seeing a new side of Tenna...

"Excuse me?! You are one more comment away before I drag you back stage and teach you a god damn lesson!"

He takes another step further by placing each hand on both of your armrests. The act is so sudden that it makes you pull your legs up to your chest as he leans his face close to yours. His voice lowers to something you have never heard before.

"I find myself to be a very calm man and host, but you are making this very tiring. Just give up this little game of yours and give in to me."

Maybe it was the way he worded it or his desperate tone, but his still demanding tone, or perhaps even the fact that his tie and a couple of snug buttons undid themselves with his rush. It was an odd turn on for someone you were supposed to hate.

Either way, you are in a tricky situation. But you offer a compromise to hash it out more later on and continue his show.

With a nod, you whisper, "Alright, alright, Tenna. I can calm down, but no promises, especially backstage, and that's a promise."

Still in this situation where Tenna has the upper hand, you still manage to walk his now fine line of patience. But this nonetheless manages to please him, and with a nod, he returns to his seat, fixing his jacket and tie.

He pushes a hand to his antenna, seeming to straighten them out gently before turning to the audience with an apology. And he whispers in a hidden mic to cut to early commercials for this caught outburst.

Despite this, he still has energy for his live audience as he stands.

"Ahem...So sorry about that, folks! Y/n and I will be back after our sponors!"

He comes back to you and places a hand on your shoulder. You have no choice but to stand and follow him backstage...

It’s a rather long walk of awkward silence down the glamorous halls to what seems to be his private office.

What makes this all the more odd is Tenna consistent grip on you. You can hardly pinpoint if it feels like you are a surprise star guest of a star prisoner..

The large doors finally shut as Tenna’s hand leaves you and he walks over to his desk kicking back in his chair and throwing his legs onto his desk.

You can feel his gaze on you. You arent sure arent backing down even on break. You cross your arms and strut over to his desk and sit on the edge like you own it.

“Losing heat hotshot? Because I can go allll night…”

You cross your arms over your head and take a deep breath of the air and smell of his room to possibly comment on that too.

The room reeks of cigar smoke and musky cologne.

“Dont dream of it already darling.”

He sits up and grabs you by the shoulders again, this time you pull you to his lap facing him. He cant seem to stop surprising you.

“I was literally trained to go all night. You acting is passable at best. Funny for a critic who can’t even hold up on good acting themselves. Pah!”

You cant help but tune him out and fiddle with his breast pin of his Tv icon. He holds his breath in unsure of how to act with you sudden touch,

“I fear you doing this is giving my “hollow” brain some kind of innuendo. You cant be surprised when you say things in certain way and literally pull me into your lap!”

You chuckle out as you pull away, keeping hands to yourself for now as you look up at him which feels to have some color on his screen.

“If you were trying to intimidate me through some sensual action, you suck at it. Especially for being “trained” hm.?”

He seems to have been feeling something odd himself as he grips your arms. Leaning down to you and his breath kissing the shell of your ear.

“You are unbelievably frustrating Y/n..”

“Jeez, tell me how you really feel Tenna.”

You respond in a dry joking manner which he seem to not get.

“When I read your first review, I looked deep into your profile picture and didnt want to believe that someone as nice looking as you could type such things..”

He digs his fingers into your arms making your yelp. You chuckle nervously and sweat a little when he rests his screen on your shoulder.

“Alright… Tenna. Lets save this for the crowd okay..?”

You shuffle in his arms but he pulls you closer, your cheek is pressed against his coat, you hear his shuddering breathing grow more haste.

“You have a really nice smile Y/n. But rotten by your disgusting words that come out of it. I want to like you.”

“Tenna? Come on.. Let me go…”

You feel your act fall apart with every second in this room. You breathe in and out as he gives you space and leans in for a kiss. You chuckle surprised, what he’s doing, but you like it.

“Tenna?! At least buy me dinner first bud.!”

His grip is too strong and he gets closer, you feel his heat against yours and you naturally tilt your head in preparation and close your eyes.

Until.

You gasp out feeling the cool air and Tenna is holding you out with much space between the two of you.

Tenna chuckles darkly at your loss of intimacy and stunned face.

“Im afraid kisses are reserved for fans sweetheart.”

He boops your nose as he puts you down.

“You are going to try much harder than just reviews to ruin me Y/n. In the mean time you’ll be a regular star! A rival… Boy isnt that going boost our ratings?!”

Still stunned by the lack of smooching you clear your throat wanting to get the last laugh before heading back out to the stage.

“If you’re ready to keep up with the headaches I’ll give you for your show. I’m more than ready to make your job a living hell, hotshot.”

(PART 1) https://www.tumblr.com/urlocaldesertdweller/786586189235994624/ant-tenna-x-co-hostreader

Basically the moment after part 1 and the following night of you and Tenna managing this newfound love.

Yknow what it is FLUFF & SUGGESTIVE (AT THE START & END)

Headcannons (Containing Fluff and Suggestive!)

A Duo is better than a Solo, they say!

It’s Mr Ant Tenna’s TV Time, alongside his most and only favored Co-host, You!

Although you dont really share the introduction sequence, you definitely share the stage with Tenna.

Tenna introduced you with a loud cheer of your name “OH…Y/n!” and you’d burst out from the curtains with a strut and a bow. You wear a similar outfit including the bold color scheme or red and yellow/gold. (You match like a couple) The crowd loves you just as much as the charming Ant Tenna himself.

From the height difference to the personalities of the two of you made the duality of your host jobs just as fun as the games themselves! Boy did the crowd love it.

It’d be hard NOT to give in to it, especially when it dragged in more audience. More profit!

Professionalism is always assumed between two co-workers let alone two hosts. It wouldnt be until later on by episodes through odd actions between the two of you made audience question and stew up potential rumors of you and Tenna having a secret relationship! Oh the spice of it all!

From Tenna telling you: “Please Y/n! Enough with the formalities! Just call me Tenna.” Still on public screening…

The playful banter between the two of you would go on and on until it was comical and the crowd would cheer to continue on.

And dont get me started on the piles of names you’d call eachother. Darling, Baby, Honey, Sweetheart, Sweetie, Love, Dreamboat…

Although the names were said in quick fashions before moving on to a very continently distracting game with the contestants, some people caught on.

Even at the end or start of the shows Tenna would give you smalls gifts. Although they seemed to be normal things like pens, 1# Co-Host mugs, T-shirts, and coffee with color on his screen cheeks.

You and Tenna would often look at reviews of your shared show for any critiques and comments to work on, only to see the many upon many rumors posted about the not-so-secret relationship between the well known host Ant Tenna and his co-host.

As the show goes on, more and more people mention it. From people in the crowd to even the contestants making quick quips with smirks winks and all, interrupting the program. And sparking whistles and cheers spark in the room.

Despite both of you being used to being put on the spot. Either of you would flush with embarrassment while the other would stutter to explain.

(Tenna would usually be the silent one before going into his stutter spasm like how he encounter Spamton) While you’d mostly speak for him as the show suddenly cut to a commercial break.

You both shared his office for breaks, after work, before work…and honestly anytime you both aren’t working on stage. Which was another rumor coming from an actual worker. it was true with literal proof. The proof being a frantically taken picture of both you and Tenna rushing into his office.

Although it was true, you both still denied it to the ground.

It was becoming tense between you and Tenna, hiding in his office, you and him are both disheveled from running away from the press. Every-time you share a look it ends with a quick looking away into a corner.

You weren’t sure if this romantic rodeo could go any longer. You know that Tenna had been expressing his feeling through his small actions, but despite his large personality…

You would be the one to push for it.

…

…

…

Damn it all.

You strut towards the sweating Tenna like how you strut across the stage everyday as muffled press can be heard. Its time to make this thing become reality.

Tenna doesn’t notice you walking over as he tries to fix his antenna which seems to have gotten bent.

He notices and questions when you grab his hand and lead him to sit on his desk giving you more to work with. The iconic shiny red coat of his tightens with every deep breath of his.

You step between his long legs.

He watched you from above, slowly connecting the dots in his head. He jumps when you grab hold of his tie and give it a good tug…

He yells some of his comical words, force of habit from being on show half of his life. As he cranes his head down even lower to meet your face. He smiles even cracking a joke about how crazy it’d be if the press walked in on the two of you…

You confirm with Tenna that you dont care anymore with the rumors, assumptions, teasing, everything.

As you place a comforting hand on his thigh, you go on your toes to reach his lips in for a kiss.

“Oh mama..”

Its short, you feel a fuzziness on your lips. You want more.

He adjusts on the desk and places a hand on your neck and chin. He wants more to, you can see it with the dopey smile on his screen.

“Oh my co-host. You love me.”

You push for a deeper kiss and you catch him off guard with a muffled noise that soon turns into a noise of pleasure and satisfaction.

You feel his gloved hands move lower and lover to lift you onto his thighs for better angle. The kiss deepens, a hand of yours naturally snakes to push his coat off and he groans.

Besides listening to Tenna shift and grow more desperate you hear knocking and occasional talking of multiple people.

The press, in a way, you want them to walk in and see the Tenna make out with his co-host.

You get desperate, you want to ruin Tenna. You push into into the desk making with a yelp of surprise makes any loose paperwork slide off. The crowd behind the door grows more impatient, banging occurs.

God Tenna looks so hot beneath you. He looks at the door then at you clearly nervous. You calm him down, actually you only made him more turned on with what you did.

You push your body against his, a hand grips his antenna firmly making his body arch into your with drawn out moan, the other hand undos his tie. All this as you shove your tongue into his mouth.

He whines, trying very hard to not bite into your tongue with his fangs.

A leg of yours slips from his pants and falls into his crotch making his writhe in your arms and moan graciously.

The door slams open and people take in a second to realize what they bursted in for.

They watch their favorite Co-host grip Tenna’s antennas as he disheveled and dry humps co-hosts knee.

Most take pictures and then quickly leave. The show is going to be more popular than ever.

realizing that some punks wear makeup and then I look at my king Hazard, a part of me dies 😔

He would look SO GOOD with even some blurred black eyeliner around his eyes, blizzard gave him black nails on his model (I think) SO WHY NO MAKEUP?

I hope that in his future skins they will feature punk makeup and give that completed rebellious look to him.

(I did write this trying to mimic a Scottish accent so apologies if you struggle to understand Hazards dialogue)

God he looked so pretty matching with his nails, and he totally notices how much you were staring at him and he would offer to apply some to you.

“Och? ah see ye'r keekin at me, want me to mak' ye keek punk?”

Most people who are already intimidated by his size and rebellious personality, so it was very refreshing for you to be interested.

He’ll be your little make up artist. Surprisingly gentle with his dominant hand as the brush tickles your skin.

“Ah ken it tickles bit sit aye fur me aye? Only fur me okay?”

His other hand firmly holds your down your thigh and rub its for encouragement. He’ll smirk at you reaction as he fills in the space and gazes in awe of his hand work and your face his canvas.

“Ye keek sae bonny, sae rebellious! 'n' het nae gonnae lie.”

He’ll cup your face with a genuine smile that you look punk with the dark black making your eyes appear hallow almost.

Knowing that someone as special as you isn’t one to turn away against something like punk makeup. The fact alone makes him feel so loved that he can now be able to share the experience of doing each-others makeup!

But of course he wanted you to learn at least the basics of self application for yourself, which just eventually turn into you applying makeup on him!

Not that he didn’t complain once at all. He admired your dedication to this artform even if it didn’t seem all that much.

He would take pictures documenting your practice of work and seem to act like a proud parent when noticing small progress!

“Awe keek at ye! mah darlin' is getting sae muckle better noo!”

Eventually you will begin to learn and experience on him. He loves it every time! He’ll relax lazily into your shared bed surrounded but pillows, blankets, and plushies.

The dimmed colored lighting and soft music playing in the background made for the perfect mood of privacy just for the two of you.

And you will be either sitting up next to him or sitting on his stomach for easy access to his whole face. His large hands gently on your waist keeping you stable from absolutely nothing.

You hand firmly holding his chin as you trace dramatic lines across his eyes.

He chuckles watching you work hard on his makeup. His stomach blooms from elation of how much you loved doing his makeup and how much you loved to experiment! From colors, textures, and methods!

“Heh, ye keek lik' yer breaking a sweat fur th' perfect line oan me bairn!”

Not to mention the closeness you two hold was palpable, of course you two have kissed and touched before. But this manages to feel intimate in some odd way.

The tank of a man having often to run into battle in the face of danger now rests his chin between the mittens of his lover sitting on top of him.

So we know that Hazard is a triple amputee, his only flesh limb is being his left arm right?

And I’d assume that Hazard would be able to have the sense of touch with his cybernetics soooo…

When you hold hands in public or not, you always make sure to hold his left. Because you know that he would be able to feel your touch and warmth of your flesh. As you would always try to interlock fingers, his large palm engulfing yours!

It would take him a little while to recognize what you were doing, being confused but never really questioned you.

He’d finally ask you why you always wanted to hold his left hand. And the second you explained it to him, everything clicked in his head and his face said it all.

He would get also quite in a good way! He’d get a little pink and sweet talk you for doing that just for him for so long without him noticing.

This is more like me just writing suggestive things he'd do, I think. I'm also very sorry if this mischaracterizes Hazard in any way! This does end on a wholesome note.

(I found the plot halfway lol, straight up went from a headcanons to a one-shot)

warning: just filthy smut