And now for another puzzles x reader idea that I think may have been inspired by an ask wip.
Idea: reader discovering Mr Puzzles has a praise kink; in hindsight, this ought to have been obvious but when found is quickly taken advantage of. maybe some emotional manipulation but not meant to be from a place of malice (More of poor timing).
warning/tags: (implied) praise kink, fluster the tv man, tactile affection, oops not that much praise his cooling fans can only handle so much praise. Enthusiastically encourages more praises despite blown fuses. Implied suggestive content (but tame to me, I guess, considering what I could have written). Many kisses. And retaliatory kisses.
(what even is this lol) had fun writing it tho
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Today was the day.
Mr. Puzzles was not going to be stopped this time!
Not by Smg4.
Not by Mario.
Not by Leg…Meggy.
Not even by you, because Puzzles knew better than monologue his latest plan of revenge toward those who had wronged him.
You didn’t need to be involved.
You didn’t-
Wait.
You were in his room.
Why were you in his room?
Oh.
Um.
You’d just placed your hands beneath the underside of his tv head and asked if he’d been…
Puzzles’ felt this cooling fan kick on.
This…was different.
Oh dear!
You…
…you just-
Mr. Puzzles’ screen flickered to a flushed heart rate monitor as digital eyes looked off to the side, not entirely sure what to say over the way you’d just…well…
Invited yourself to sit on his lap, while he was seated on an armchair, as if this was just a normal everyday occurrence, and slipped your hands under the front of his head’s casing to tip his head up to meet your eyes.
How was Puzzles to react to such forwardness?! What dastardly plan was this, to take his attention away from his own plan of revenge? This…this cuddling up on his lap, and the way you stared at him.
The way you reached up to pet along the casing of his head and screen.
This was…
No, Mr Puzzles approved of this.
After all, he quite liked the idea of being the center of attention when it came to you. Even if it meant he got sidetracked from his almost fully realized plot of revenge.
Mr Puzzles was…curious to see where this went.
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In order to try to figure out what Mr. Puzzles was up to when it came to Smg4 and his friends, you decided to be sneaky about it. But being covert was suddenly a moot point when you currently had Mr. Puzzles throughly distracted from whatever his mind had been on before.
Hoo boy.
You sure were learning a lot more than you’d anticipated, but mainly about Mr. Puzzles reactions to your words.
Because why, oh why, had it never occurred to you that Puzzles had a praise kink? Especially considering how much he ate up any attention you gave to him, no matter how little, and the way Puzzles brightened and blushed digitally on screen when the compliments seemed to hit just right.
Today it seemed like he’d not a clue just how much your words could affect him, as he didn’t seem to have any defense to when you came into the room and immediately began to coo at him in an unexpected yet clearly not unwelcome way-
“…and how are you this afternoon? Have you been a good boy, getting those scripts for that tv series pitch wrapped up? And working on your podcast?” You not really expected anything of it, but what you got was, to say the least, unexpected in the moment.
“I…that-at…is-is-I…” A stutter, a static glitch of Puzzles’ voice, which ends in a high squeak feedback as your hands slip beneath the underside of his head to tip it back this time. Puzzles cleared his throat unnecessarily as he struggled to be nonchalant. “It’s done, yes. I think the studio will find it to be…enlightening.” In a matter. “If they can appreciate creativity.”
Maybe the quick, rambling response was because you’d just sat yourself down on his lap to better reach his tv head?
“Really? That’s amazing! And you just started those this morning! You’re amazing, Puzzles! Multiple scripts too? And your own podcast, really?”
A simple bob of the metal tv head.
Somehow, another round of your own randomly rambled praise for Puzzles skills with scripts, you’d lifted up then sat down in the armchair while Mr. Puzzles himself settled on the floor. He’d leaned backward to rest the back of his tv head on your lap. It only took a few more pointed praises and a few pets over the television casing for Puzzles to become a puddle of happy, buzzing static, fans loud as he let out a faint protesting sound, as if to possibly protest he didn’t deserve such attentions or something.
Which you made sure to brush away because you did not want to hear him being self-deprecating today.
“You’re a wonderful person when you use your strengths to help yourself and others in a non-destructive way.” You reached over to pinch the crooked antenna, drawing a blurt of protesting static. “It’s harder to be around you when you’re trying to prove to everyone around you that you’re better than everyone else. Thinking you’re five-star worthy when that one time you just pushed around and took advantage of others to try to reach those goals of fame. To use your own creativity be known instead of using other people’s.”
Puzzles’ hands fidgeted against his legs.
“Are you going to be a good for me or do I have to go back home sooner than I was planning to?”
Puzzles hands shot up to lightly rest over yours before carefully taking hold of them. “I-“ He was trembling and held onto your hands like they were the only thing anchoring him. “…yes, for you…I’ll…I’ll be good.”
You proceeded to mercilessly pelt Mr. Puzzles with a series of praise. Talked about knowing he probably had some plans, but oh, it was so nice to hear that he was going to be good for you. And hey, what would he be interested in doing that upcoming weekend?
And oh, would you look at that, there’s a usb in your pocket, may I have that? Oh, thank you, Puzzles, that’s wonderful! you’re so amazing! He’s doing so well on his promise to try to change. He was being so good for you.
Mr. Puzzles apparently didn’t realize just how susceptible he was to being praised in such close succession. Puzzles was making dramatic gasping sounds as he weakly pleaded for you to show him mercy.
“Do you want me to stop?” You had his number now, but didn’t want to push things too much. “Or did you want to know just how amazing I think your podcast room setup is?”
“Please.” Puzzles whispered as he dropped his hands from yours to cover his face with both hands, screen fuzzing with static and the start of a digital flush.
“Please stop?” You ask lightly, reaching down to pet one of the antenna. “Or please keep going?”
Puzzles groaned, then grit out ‘keep going’, sounding both frustrated and desperate. As if he was examining some things about himself he’d not really thought about before.
“You’re so good for me, Puzzles. I do mean it when I say I love the way your podcast room is set up. It’s perfect, really, everything in its place with the decor thought out, and you even have it ready to be able to entertain guests or to interview someone on the podcast.”
“That’s…nice to know, my dear.” Mr. Puzzles managed weakly. “The feedback is…much appreciated.” He obviously needed to process this, though he did move when you pat his shoulder. When Puzzles turned and settled onto his knees, he lightly rested his forearms on your lap, scooting closer as his hands lightly pet along your knees. The tv man’s head tipped to the side as if to ask ‘what now?’ while his screen was still reflecting a flustered expression.
Not giving him time to wonder for long, you lean forward, and grip the lower edges of his fading, thumbs lightly digging into his screen as you urged him forward. The kiss lingered, during which you felt the brief reciprocating zap of static to your lips. You dare to whisper into the fuzzy static warmth of the screen that Puzzles has been very good for you today.
And pinch your fingers and thumbs into tv casing and screen. There’s what sounds like a fuse being blown, Mr. Puzzles poor cooling fans kicking in.
Puzzles’ voice became garbled static but he leaned in closer to nuzzle his screen into your face before another snap sounded within his tv head. Mr. Puzzles slowly sagged until you let go of his, well, tv head and face. But the moment you did he ended up flopping onto the floor with a buzzing sound as his screen went to test patterns.
Oops.
You’d not meant to literally make the fuses in his head blow. Or tubes. Or whatever was inside of his head. But on the other hand, Mr. Puzzles had yet to notice that you’d stolen something. You slowly go off the armchair to join him on the floor, concerned for his state.
Mr. Puzzles’ screen flickered form the test screen to heart eyes with a blush and a heart-rate minor going through the steadily deepening blush.
After being reassured that being without some pieces within his tv head for a short time, and that he would be okay, you find yourself with a ridiculously happy puddle of CRT half sprawled on your lap.
Mr. Puzzles stared up at you, his previous expression flickering to q goofy, if genuinely smitten technicolor smile and indulgent (hooded) digital eyes. Mr. Puzzles shifted to lightly trail a hand lightly along your leg, from your thigh and back again. Then, he offered a teasing, if flushed, grin while holding up a usb between two gloved fingers.
A familiar usb.
“Two can play at this game, my dear.” The smile deepened as Mr. Puzzles whiffled the usb. “Don’t think I did not notice the theft, though I do approve of how sneaky you were to retrieve it.”
A quick tussle over the usb ensued.
You won by kissing that tv screen repeatedly before grabbing your order and pocketing the usb. Only to find yourself on your back with Puzzles happily boxing you in on the floor.
Mr. Puzzles released overly dramatic, if muffled, maniacal laughter when he began to kiss you in return. The little zaps of electrical static was placed all over your neck and face and part of your shoulder from rumpled clothing.
It wasn’t only Mr. Puzzles who learned something about himself that day.
You learned some things too, but hey, worth it.
The usb was once more in your possession, despite Puzzles best efforts to try to sneak it back between the kisses.
