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spamton x reader fics

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HEY there! this is @spamtondoingthings / @rotking running a spamton/reader fic blog. i write spamton and spamton NEO stuff for ya! requests are welcome! there are rules though! heres them rules:

NO: nsfw, "sfw" kinks (you know what i mean don't play dumb), tickling, toxic content (ask me here or on rotking), violence, underage, sp@mkris or sp@mnoelle (get help)

YE: silly stuff, romance, platonic, fluff, goofin around, yknow that cute stuff. KEEP IT TAME.

[tennafics]

SORRY ive had no motivation to write lately im stressing out bc not only was it just my bday which makes me anxious every single time but i start school in feb but i am trying i have

i have so many incomplete drafts right now

[tennafics]

First Word

Dad!Tenna and Dad!Spamton with Baby Addison reader.

Scooting around on your belly, you looked up at SpamDad. You had his white fur, his crest. You let out a small giggle as you poked your nose against his own.

Spamton's eyes went shiny. He nuzzles his nose on yours, letting out a small purr. Tenna peeked over and smiled, walking over to kneel beside you both.

"Are my two beloveds getting along?" He giggled, stroking your fur with a large finger.

"Ih..." You chirped out, making them both stand to attention.

"Are they going to-"

"Are they gonna-"

They both looked at each other for a moment. Then back at you. Were...you going to.. Their hearts beat in their chest at a speed that did not feel okay.

"Tenna- Are they-"

"SHHHH-!"

Blinking your tiny, ink droplet eyes, you tilted your little head. Spamton rubbed your crest- You resembled him, mostly. Being a tiny, white little addison. You had Tenna's antennae sticking up from your crest. They wobbled a bit as you put your hands on Spamtons face, giggling.

"Hiihh."

Spamton smiled, letting you mush his face around. It'd been roughly...two months since you hatched, being the only egg that was..er...fertilized. When you popped out of the shell, Tenna was watching over you.

A gasp left him as he saw you. Immediately calling Spamton over, for a vague but panicked reason; Spamton came over and...well. Almost fainted, but when he was alright- Fell in LOVE with you. You were fluffy. You were wiggly.

And you kept being wiggly. Looking up at them both, you extended all of your paws out, then relaxing them.

"Dah dah."

Spamton scooped you up, eyes welling up as Tenna put his hands to his mouth.

"Dah...hmmm."

Spamton yelped a bit, putting you in your cradle as Tenna literally passed out onto the floor with a giant THUD.

"[CATHODE]?!"

You fell asleep to the sounds of panic. ....Which...would be a regular thing as you grew.

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Make It Better

(reader has a bad day, spam being...himself helps but mostly you just pet his hair - spamton x reader - no warnings - maybe kinda spicy?)

Peeking out of his dumpster, Spamton watched you walk up to your apartment door, unlocking it and going in. He let out a little cackle as he scrambled out- And fell- Before scuttling his way up.

A familiar scratching at your front door arrived just when you thought it would, and at this point you just opened it without looking now. You knew what he sounded like.

"HIYA [Toots]!" He kicked the door closed behind him. It took a minute for his brain to jump up to speed- You reminded him to lock it after he came in. Spamton reached backwards to lock the deadbolt before immediately going to your side as you dragged yourself to the living room.

"SO HOW WAS- ...YOUR...."

It always took him a bit now to read body language, and yours was not great. Slouched. Looking at the floor. He frowned a bit as you put yourself on the couch. A small yelp left you as the puppet man immediately clambered up onto your lap.

"YOU WANNA [Chatroom open] ABOUT IT?"

You shook your head no.

"...D'YA WANT A [Good eats]? YOU SHOULD."

"Ate before I got home."

Spamton let out a nervous sound but rested against you, and you could feel the nervous little flutter of that heart of his trying to bust out. Reaching down, you stroked his hair. A chirp left him.

That's something that honestly always made you feel a bit better...or calmer, if you were anxious. Stroking your puppet boyfriend's hair. Even if it was greasy, clean- Didn't matter. It was weirdly soft. And it made him do that purr of his.

Sometimes he even kicked his leg out like a dog getting scratched. You thought he did it on purpose to make you smile, but the more you did it the more it seemed genuinely involuntary.

And there he goes, just like that. His purr sounded rough, gritty, rusty. Sounded like a busted stereo. But it was comforting to you. Spamton almost became cat-like when you did this little hair stroking ritual.

Sure enough he nuzzled his face into your neck. Letting out that busted purring sound.

You looked down at his face, and his eyebrows were creased, eyes shut. The crows feet he had and his eyes being sunken were clear through his glasses. He looked charming with them, to you. Dragging your nails across his scalp like he liked made him make his purr even louder, a shiver ringing through him.

"BUT....[Honey], WHAT ABOUT..."

""This is helping."

With a small sound, Spamton seemed to just accept this and flop onto your front. His leg began to twitch like it usually did, kicking against yours gently before he adjusted himself to be on his back in your grasp.

He didn't really get how this helped- Not that he was complaining at ALL, The feeling of your fingers through his hair was [HEAVEN] to him, sending little tingles down his back and belly each time you did it. And you did it often.

"CAN I AT LEAST [Kiss kiss?] YOUUU..."

"Mmhm."

Spamton squirmed back around to face you, kneeling in your lap and turning his head to the side so his teeth pressed on your lips. It was...a more innocent kiss than what he normally pulled. He was too busy melting on your lap.

A large sigh left your chest as he slipped back down into your lap with his face on your chest and...hilariously with his pupils going in two different directions as you kept up. You kissed his head, making him whine out. It was surprising he wasn't an actual puddle by now. Spamton let out a small groan and put his chin on your chest.

"[Love me Love me Say That You Love Me] YOU, BABY....PRRGGH..."

"Love you too."

[spamfics]

yo anyone interested in a fic where you have a bad day and running your fingers through spamtons hair makes you feel better bc i accidentally made a draft of one

[spamfics]

i would loooove if you could make a super fluffy one shot with reader/self insert and spam going to bed together and cuddling :) [also maybe uhh kissing yes and flustered spam yes] thank you very much no pressure /srs

spamton/reader - no warnings

You yawned, stretching out and shutting off the TV. Spamton perked his head up from the blanket you were sharing.

"HEYyyyy I WAS [Watch me!]ING THATttuhg."

"Nah you weren't."

He crawled up onto your lap, chin resting on your chest. His nose poked onto yours, and his little weary eyes you could see behind his glasses fluttered open and shut.

"Was [Too]..."

With a roll of your eyes you got up and hefted him up with you. He was way too tired to even put up a half of a fight with you for picking him up. He papped your shoulder in an attempt, but sighed out and nestled his face into your neck. It was way too late, he was tired.

The both of you spent the day watching videos, and it was 2 am now. Of course he's tired. You're tired. You plopped him on your bed after a little bit of resistance. Spamton squirmed around and rubbed at his eyes. You tossed his PJs at him- Which were just a pair of pants, since he loved sleeping shirtless, apparently- And he nearly fell off the bed taking his suit off.

A chuckle left you as your puppet man fought himself to put the pants on, then planted his face into a pillow before rolling over to put his glasses on the nightstand.

He really did have pretty eyes. Even if they were just two little dots. The bags under his eyes added to him; They were... Something. He was looking at you. His smile was soft. Yet impatient.

"HURRY UP [Darling love], COME TO [Mattresses 50% sale]... C'MONNN...."

"Impatient."

Putting your own PJs on, you rolled your eyes. It took like 3 minutes, Spam- Cmon. You lifted the covers up, tucking yourself inside and taking him into your arms. Spamton nuzzled your cheek a moment before pressing his teeth on your lips.

His tongue slithered out and rubbed against your bottom lip for a moment before it went back in his mouth, sort of his version of a quick...soft kiss. You took his jaw in your hand, making him look up at you.

Planting your lips on his teeth, you chuckled to yourself as his white face turned red. He blushed easily. It was adorable. His hand gripped your arm as you kept it up; Leaning back to kiss his cheek, forehead, even his nose.

"I love you."

"..I love you too- [Holy Moly]."

He pushed his face into your neck, letting out a soft sigh as he drifted off, snoring almost immediately starting as he shut his eyes. You smiled, putting your hand on his chest as you fell asleep as well.

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Pillow Pal

spamton/reader - no warnings

Your feet ached. Your body ached. Work was hell today. You leaned against your door and let out a loud groan before fishing your keys out of your pocket to unlock the door.

The lights were off. So was your TV. ...Odd. Normally, Spamton was in the living room, binging some dumb show or movie. He wasn't even on the couch.

"...Weird."

Maybe he was at his shop? If he was, it was probably for some shady ass reason. Little dude was shady as hell since the day you found him. For some reason, and you honestly questioned your judgement since then, you found him charming. Smelly, but charming. And kinda bossy.

You shed your shoes off and went to the bathroom, starting up your shower. The water pressure kinda sucked, and it took a minute for the water to heat up, so you had a bit to put your stuff down and settle. Plus, get some clean stuff to put on. Honestly, all you wanted to do was get your PJs and go to bed.

Normally after work, you spent time with Spamton. Watching things. Cooking dinner. The puppet had a grip on your heart, and he was fully aware of it. A blush came to your cheeks as you thought about the first time he came to your place.

The two of you watched...what was it... Tokyo Drift. Of course he'd pick a car movie. You smiled as you remembered him pointing out every single damned thing about cars he knew, opening your door. He would-

Freezing, you blinked as you saw Spamton, arms and legs wrapped around your pillow. He was snoring softly. Damned near clutching it like if he let go, he'd die. ...You cleared your throat, and one of his eyes opened.

"Mmn- ..WHAHSFVNDX!"

He shot off of the bed and onto the floor. You gasped, running over to him and kneeling down.

"Spam! You okay??"

Spamton looked every single direction but at you as he adjusted his glasses, his face red. Ha. He was doing raptor hands. Always did that when he was nervous.

"[Hunky dory] ANGEL! ...WHEN DID YOU GET [Real estate]?"

Picking him up off the floor, you put him back in the bed and kissed his cheek. He leaned into the kiss- As he usually did. It was cute. With a smile, you took his chin in your hands and kissed his teeth. A mewl left him.

With a protest from Spamton, you broke the kiss to get your nightclothes ready. A smirk spread across your face.

"So...do you cuddle my pillow every time I'm gone, or..."

"ERK."

That's a yes. With your PJs in your hand, you walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his cheek. He was red. And warm. And sweating. Caught.

"Cute."

As you left to go to the shower, you heard him stammering behind you.

"I-IT'S NOT- I'M- BECAUSE YOU [Smells like teen spirit!] GOOD- I- ...I MISSED- HEY!!"

= = =

Uuugh, washing the workday off of you felt so nice. Walking back into your room, a smile crept across your face as you saw Spamton hugging your pillow again. But he was awake this time, looking right at you.

"IT'S THE CLOSEST [The Thing] I GET WHEN YOU'RE GONE!"

You tugged the covers aside, sliding into bed and snagging your pillow away from your little puppet to put under your head. Your arms went open as you rolled onto your side.

Spamton perked up, shedding his jacket and shoes off before scrambling into your arms. His own pressed against you as he nudged his nose on your cheek. You kissed his teeth, his tongue pressing on your lips as a 'kiss'.

He burrowed himself into the blankets before snuggling back up into your arms. You took his glasses, setting them onto the table beside you. His little black eyes were shut.

"I [Love] you."

"I love you too..."

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Dumpster Dad

Spam!Dad and addison!babyreader p1 - Hatched

Spamton rubbed his head. He looked down, letting out a sigh at the newborn addison in front of him. It was tiny. It chirped. ...Cute- NO- Don't get attatched- But...but... fuck it, he picked you up and sniffed you, assuring your health, etc. You smelled just fine, and he put you in his lap as you let out a whine.

...You were white. Just like him. Spamton did NOT expect any of his pipis to hatch whatsoever- Then you...just popped out. Whimpering, flopping around, your fur soaked from your shell. Spamton stared at you. You let out little noises. ...He already loved you.

"[@#$%]ING DAMN IT."

It was well past hours that places closed, so he peeked out of his dumpster. Scuttled around the corner with you in one arm. Aha. Spamton scooted to the store nearby and tinkered around with the lock to the back door; Scooting in quietly.

"AUEHH..."

He tugged a thing of milk in one hand, loaf of bread in the other before booking it outside and back to his alley, sighing. He looked back at you, who blinked back at him. Gave a giggle.

"YA DON'T REALLY [Make some noise!] DO YA?"

You kissed his cheek and fell off of his shoulder in response, making him gasp and catch you. Spamton looked at the stuff he just pilfered, then at you, staring at him.

"...Let's go to [SLEEPY TIME], for now, ok?"

You crawled up to him, nuzzling your face on his chin. Spamton's eyes welled up... But he cleared his throat. He had a scrap of a blanket. You scuttled up to his side, curling into a ball.

Spamton let a breath out as he covered you as best he could with his tattered blanket.

"...NAME YOU...CLICK."

[tennafics]

a little request: if you would write about spamtenna!dads with teen reader id be so happy!! maybe helping reader with homework?

Unlocking the door to your house, you let out a sigh. Bleh. Spam Dad was on the couch, writing something down as he looked up.

"HIYA [Babby] HOW WAS SCHOOL??"

You shrugged a bit, lugging your backback off with a heavy thud and rubbing your shoulders from the weight of your books and how far you had to carry them. Spamton let out an empathetic hiss through his teeth.

"Where's TV Dad?"

Spamton scrambled over to your backpack, inspecting it and frowning from the amount of books you needed.

"[TV TIME] in the kitchen."

"Hmm?"

Tenna poked his head out from the kitchen, a flower blooming from his nose as he saw you, walking over and grabbing you, twirling you about in his arms as he planted a staticky kiss on your cheek.

"I missed you so much! How was school?"

You stuck your tongue out in response, making him wince. But nod. He looked over to Spamton digging in your bag like a weird little dog. He pointed at this. You shrugged. It was hard to know what Spam Dad was doing sometimes.

Spamton popped out, gripping all of your homework in his hands. His head tilted.

"MAN, HOW MUCH [Work it] ARE THEY GIVIN' YOU KIDS?!"

Tenna perked his head up, looking over while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"Does it seem like too much, Spammy? Should we say something at PTA?"

"...MAYBE."

Spamton put the homework on the coffee table and marched off into the kitchen, coming back with a bowl of macaroni and cheese Tenna made for you. He kissed your cheek.

"BEFORE THE HOMEWORK, Y'SHOULD EAT."

"Thanks, dad."

----

After eating, you three sat together, looking at your homework.

Okay. So. It was clear. Spamton was really the only good one with math around here when it came to it. Which...made sense. He was a salesman.

You felt a bit embarrassed about not getting some obvious things, but Spamton patted your arm, laughing that crazy laugh of his.

"YOU'LL GET THE [Hang on folks] OF IT! NO PROB ASKIN LIL OL ME FOR [Help! Help!]."

Next, the writing assignment. Oh, Tenna was made to help with this. He gave you so many suggestions, spouted off at times, but made sure you wrote down your own original thoughts and not his. You showed your essay to him at the end and he smiled.

"It's wonderful! I'd say you didn't need my help at all!"

"Daaaad-"

Spamton snickered, kicking his legs. He loved seeing you get embarrassed by Tenna. It was adorable. Tenna thought it was cute too, but didn't laugh.

You huffed. Gathering your stuff up, you put it in your backpack. Putting it on your back, you looked at the floor before rushing up to them both, kissing them both on the cheek. They jumped.

"THANKSILOVEYOUBYEI'MGOINGTOMYROOM."

Spamton and Tenna stared at each other.

"...They're so cute, Spammy."

"[@#$%] YES THEY ARE."

"....Letting it slide because they went upstairs."

[spamfics]

I yearn for more spamfics make Spam kiss n cuddle up to the reader please 🙏💔

Welcome Home (Spamton x Reader - No warnings)

You were on the couch, scrolling on your phone as you heard the door open up, slamming shut.

"I'M [Home Alone VHS] HONEY BUNNY!!!"

A smirk broke across your face as you sat up, lifting yourself so he could see you. He let out a cackle and scuttled over to you, hopping up onto the couch with some scrabbling.

"AND HOW WAS MY [Darling precious lovely]S DAY?"

You pressed a kiss to his teeth, making his face go red and a locomotive whistle sfx erupt from him. Happened every time you kissed him when he didn't see it coming, or didn't initiate it. It was stupidly adorable. He leaned into it, tongue flicking across your lips as you leaned back.

"S'better now that you're back from....Whatever the hell you've been doing."

"NOTHING [Wrong, wrong, wrong!] I ASSURE YOU."

Suuuure. Little dude was shady as Hell, all he did was that kinda stuff. But you didn't mind. You kissed his forehead, and Spamton giggled. His legs were kicking.

He sure was adorable for such a broken down little puppet. It took forever for him to trust you to get this close, but now that he did, he couldn't get enough of it. If he was capable, he'd be on you 24/7. Literally on you.

Spamton nuzzled his cheek on yours, then turned to poke your nose with his. His eyes lidded a bit as he let out a huff. You smiled.

"What?"

"YER JUST SO [Cutie Pie]. YANNO THAT?"

"Look who's talking."

Spamton's whole body literally buzzed, physically, from that as he looked around, then put his face in his hands; Then finally in your neck. He was giggling, again. What an absolute goober.

"KEEP [Sweet talk] TO ME LIKE THAT AND YOU'LL GET [More than you can afford!]"

"That's a bad thing?"

You could have sworn he let out a squeal from that last flirty line, and he pushed himself as much into your neck as he could. Good lord.

Spamton pulled back after a minute, face red, hands propping his face up with his elbows on your chest. He was grinning- ...Grinning wider.

"[KISS ME, KISS ME, KISS ME AGAIN]?" His nose poked onto yours. You tilted your head to the side so your lips met his....teeth, his hands reaching up to hold your face. He pulled back and buried his face in your neck.

"LET'S TAKE A [BREAK A LEG]! WHATCHA LOOKIN AT ON YER [Put that damn phone down]?"

You put your arm across his back, hugging him close and showing him your FYP. He snuggled right up, like a little puppy looking for warmth. You smiled. He smiled.

"....WOW, FILTHY."

"What- HEY- IT IS NOT?!"

"SO THAT AIN'T A [Thirsty for a Coke?] TRAP RIGHT THERE?"

"NO- IT- SHUT UP?!"

[tennafics]

Hi can u write for spamton and tenna as dads with kid reader??

I dont know how to title this - (Spamtenna - Kid!Reader)

You were in the living room, doodling on one of the sketchpads your Dad had gotten you. ...The puppet one. He had found it in the trash zone, sure, but it was clean! And he even got you some colored pencils.

The door opened, and you looked up. Speak of the devil. "HIYA KIDDO! WHATCHA [Paintings]?"

"S'a bird."

Spamton cackled that freaky laugh of his, which was soothing to you at this point. "WHERE'S [CATHODE]?"

"Upstairs, I think, cleaning."

"YA EATEN?"

"Can I have a snack?"

"I'LL MAKE YA A [PB N J] IN A JIFF, KIDDO!"

Spamton gave you finger guns as he made his way to the small kitchen, looking around. He made his way into the cupboards as heavy footsteps came down the steps.

"Spammy? Y/N?"

"Hi TV Dad!"

A big smile graced his screen as he walked over to you, crouching down to your level. A kiss to your head made your hair stand up from the static, and you laughed.

"Drawing?"

"Yeah. Spam Dad is making me a pb n j."

Tenna peeked around the corner, lifting a 'brow' as he kept looking for things in the wrong places. He loved this man, but did not love how he cannot seem to remember where anything is. He rubbed your back and gave a 'hold on' motion before going to the kitchen.

"Spam- SPAMMY. Peanut butter and stuff is here- Bread is there- Jelly is in the fridge."

"...OH. ...I [Knowing] THAT."

Tenna rolled his nonexistent eyes as he went back over to you, sitting down beside you. The flower that came from his nose popped out again. You giggled a little bit at that.

"Whatcha drawing, honey?"

"Bird."

"Can I see?"

You showed him your messy doodle of a bird, and he let out a gasp. "That's a nice bird, sweetie! You're getting so good at drawing!"

Spamton scuttled into the room, a fresh PB n J on a plate.

"HERE YA GO, YA LIL [Love of my life]!- ER-..."

Taking the plate, you put it to the side for a moment before tugging Spamton in for a hug, tight, kissing his cheek before letting go. He looked enamored.

"Thanks, Dad!"

Spamton shook a bit.

"....[CATHODE] I LOVE OUR [@#$%]ING KID-"

"SPAMTON- GOOD LORD, LANGUAGE!"

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SHOULD I DO DAD!SPAM STUFF OR

[spamfics]

hey we're accepting prompts/asks/submissions here as long as it's sfw i really should make a rules post whatever hello. you can also ask him yourself he's already here

H3LOhfdsajdkfdsfksl -Spamton

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Spamton gives you a smooch maybe

Spamton attempted to slide onto his shoulder, smoothly, next to you but missed his mark and landed onto his face.

"UHM"

He got up and stumbled a bit for a sec.

"HoO Ok13 dok-"

He slipped next to you with his face in his hands, and...a rose that came out of nowhere in his teeth. He wiggled his "eyebrows", and tried speaking with the flower in his teeth. You tried to not smirk.

"YRCYTAFCGVFMHFAKIMF"

"...Take the rose out of your mouth."

Spamtons pupils went wide and he PTOO'd the flower out.

"Repeat that."

"U W4NA GIV3 [Me Me Me] A KIS5 R WH4T"

With a snort you took his chin in your hand and leaned down, planting a kiss on his teeth. The look on his face made it worth it; Almost like he actually didn't think you would. His glasses were static, and his grin faltered.

"...Dude did you just die a little-"

"D0 TH4T @GAIN! DO TH4T [Again] d0-"

You took him up into your arms and laughed, honking his nose. He reeled back, almost offended until you smooched his forehead. His face was priceless.

"Yeah, I'll do that again,"

He almost shrank inside himself like a turtle before you put your lips onto his teeth. And then you almost worried he was melting. He actually let out a silent noise as he leaned into it, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.