#king candybug x reader

[requilune]

The time has come for more KCB x Y/N art!!

I had a lot fun with this one, I wanted to explore a more flustered king candybug with this one and a flustered y/n as well with candybug being smug as always

[hostess-of-horror]

Turbo/King Candy x Reader Headcanons

💕🏎️🏁A Valentine's Day Special!🍭👑💕

Note: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you're all doing well and I figured this would be the perfect time to contribute some headcanons to the Tumblr bandwagon. This is also my very first time writing about Turbo/King Candy in a more fanfiction sense, so please go easy on me!

@sneklover @tiramegtoons/@sliceoflifesalami @starleska @snailstrailz @starryside-1 @depressedasswarlock @crispytubes @pippengin @simpingforcys @blackthewolf17 and anyone else who wants to read this!

Content Includes: Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Suggestiveness but SFW in general, Possessiveness (not Yandere), major spoilers for Wreck-It-Ralph

Hey! Click on each name/title for a love song! (please don't judge me, this got kinda self-indulgent.)

Turbo

For starters, Turbo is... selfish at worst, misguided at best.

Yes, he eventually game-jumps and ends up getting RoadBlasters as well as his own game unplugged, but before all that, he was quite the "charmer."

To many within the Game Central Station, Turbo was insufferable or at least a little annoying. His arrogance was enough for them to steer clear of him, regardless of whatever shenanigans he was up to.

It was worse when it came to him falling for someone. Like, who would ever reciprocate any feelings for this guy?

You. The answer is you.

It caught everyone off guard, including Turbo, who used his signature racing puns as a pick-up line (and not even a good one at that).

Once you accepted, oh boy, was he thrilled!

After a good solid minute of showing off his victory to others at Tapper's, his usual cocky self faded as he realizes you are his now.

Like, truly his.

And with that realization, he is overwhelmed at the mere thought of you actually being his partner.

Turbo still likes being the Best Racer Ever and all that, but this time it's all for you - he just has to let you know that you are one lucky person, what with all the 1st Place victories and the trophies that came with them.

As much as he wants to maintain his "cool and popular" look, he can't help but cartoonishly swoon over you from time to time.

Sometimes, you would catch him staring at you with big ole' heart eyes or hear him giggle like a goofball whenever you're nearby.

He absolutely denies it afterward.

Turbo may not be the epitome of the word "Casanova" but what he lacks in smoothness he makes up for with cheesy puns.

Oh my gosh, you cannot get this man to shut up when it comes to his puns - absolutely loves plays on words!

And of course, they're all racecar themed.

But there are also moments where his puns are rather... risque~

It didn't matter where you two were, if Turbo is feeling particularly mischeivous or really lovey-dovey, he will try to fluster you!

At one point, he tried to get you with one really raunchy pun while on a date and you played along with a slick comeback instead...

Guess you can say it really revved up his engine.

King Candy

Unlike his past self, King Candy is more reserved, having to maintain his sugarcoated facade for over a decade at this point.

He still loves his puns (which are now candy themed), but now he knows how to really treat his partner well.

Be it chocolates of every variety, lollipop roses, jewelry, a trip around Sugar Rush in his racecar - you name it! He is a king, after all!

He will spoil you to death, whether you like it or not.

Not to mention the special treatment you would get as the King's "Thweetheart".

Royal permissions abound - having access to the best seats in any place, not just the Racing Arena, not having to pay for almost anything (although you still pay anyway because it feels illegal not to), having Sour Bill and other servants to cater to you...

Long story short, you got yourself a Sugar Daddy that also just so happens to be a Short King.

Was it to distract you from the fact that he's not actually King Candy? Most definitely, if you're unaware of this.

If for some reason the gifts aren't doing it for you, then His Royal Sweetness will do his damndest to make you swoon through flirting.

You have no idea how or where he gets it from, but that doesn't matter because he really has a way with words...

Sure, they can be flowery and cutesy and maybe even poetic, but there's a sort of tenderness in his voice that never fails to make your heart melt like a marshmallow in hot cocoa.

Especially when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear...

One day, you decide to try and flirt back; that is when you find out your royal beau can be easily flustered!

You took it far enough to make him turn as red as a Hot Tamale - especially when it comes to praises.

Ever since then, King Candy tries his hardest NOT to be flustered into oblivion as you tell him that he's such a good little racer~

How much he dominates all the others in every way possible... and for that he deserves a reward~

... he has yet to succeed.

You may not be royalty (...yet, maybe?) but you certainly felt like one.

King Candybug

Oh, you sweet little thing... what did you get yourself into?

Perhaps you lived and loved him since the peaceful days of Sugar Rush, or since before the RoadBlasters Incident, but regardless...

You are his.

There is horror in a monster's love; a horror in which you cannot resist - to be loved under smiling fangs and sharp claws, where you dance upon that tightrope between life and death

And once you fall, you fall knowing that you're going to be okay.

Despite what happened to him, he's still your lover.

You loved all of him, and even if the world was crumbling down and he was the cause, you somehow saw past all that.

Being the Cybug King's Chosen One is... not what you expected.

You thought he would be more like an animal - a creature driven purely by instincts.

But no. Instead, it's him. The Real Him. That adorably arrogant bastard in all of his glory.

And you reveled in it.

His favorite game to play with you is not Hide and Seek, as fun as it is. No, his favorite game is Flirting~

And his favorite method is lifting up your chin to meet his eyes.

For so long, you had always the advantage. No matter what, you always won.

And he hated it.

It drove him mad, constantly losing to the one race he couldn't beat! He vowed to one day finally conquer it and once he does...

Who knows what will happen next?

So this... this is vengeance.

[triasticalwarlock]

Which one would you fuck, marry, and kill?

[simpingforcys]

King CandyBug x Reader [First Meeting] Part 2

[Part 1]

You gaze up at the terrifying insectoid creature that tail-sweeped you to the ground, his dark magenta eyes looming down on you, almost predatory.

For a moment, he looks like he was about to attack or eat you... but then, you notice his eyes looking down at you.

He recognized your attire. Your design. He remembered seeing it outside of the game's cabinet. And he didn't know where the code's 'room' entrance was in this new game.

You were an important part of the game. If you went missing, they would send out to look for you. He couldn't harm you. Damn it.

Buuuut.. he could submit you into silence.

"Who are you?..." you ask.

What? They... didn't know who he was?

He supposed that was a good thing in other to remain hidden, but damn.

"Ugh, jus'th my luck for my reputation."

You only tilt your head confused.

Maybe he could convince them he's a secret boss from the game that no one, not even its players knew existed.

"Well, then I suppose you could-"

And they were gone.

He looked up to see your figure running away. He groaned, then flashed his teeth and took flight, his rapid buzzing wings humming behind you in the distance. You thought you had enough distance when you suddenly felt yourself lifted into the air, wrapped around sharp appendages as the ground quickly got farther and farther.

He held you up, his normal hand-looking claw holding up your face.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Are you going to kill me?" Your voice came out more shaky than you expected.

"Well, that WAS a plan."

He took you to another isolated area in the map of your game, dropping you on the ground as he landed. You immediately scoot back, your breath heavy.

"Not if you help me."

"...Help with what?"

His sharp teeth flash a grin with half-lidded eyes before he speaks.

"Do you know what a c'thyberbug is?"

You nervously shake your head.

"Well, I didn't either. Until you get your code infused with one, and you feel the virus cours'thing through your sprites. A s'thingle cyberbug can produce enough eggs and hatchlings to take over a SINGLE entire game. And with luck.. an entire ARCADE for you to take!!"

You held your breath.

"Well. A normal cyberbug, anyway."

"Huh?"

"You see, being fused with a cyberbug, you don't just become one in the same. It takes. From each, part."

"...W-What are you trying to say?"

"I can't just create my own army on my own. Thanks to my.. original coding. It seems I need.. s'thomething else."

Your panting continued as you tried to scoot back again when he suddenly lunged forward and pinned your clothing to the ground with a giant claw, dragging you back to his face. "Do you understand what I'm saying?~"

It wasn't much of a choice. One look into his crazed, flickering, half-lidded eyes, you could easily tell. If you said no, he could just kill, or eat you. To him, he would be absorbing whatever your coding gave you.

Oooor he could hide them away long enough for the arcade to notice, and their game gets pulled. He can easily escape to another game. He’s down it twice. It’s not HIS game, after all.

There was no other choice.

Though you had to admit... That sharp-toothy grin did stir something in you.

[depressedasswarlock]

Yo, I just had the crepeast thought struck me while I was brushing my teeth in the dark. 

Picture this, the charade is up, your partner has been found out and the whole game is under attack. You dodge and weave the invaders through your panic stricken mind as you drive in the once colorful terrain, now devoured by a sick virus. With no time to think you drive towards the candy cane forest, thinking of losing the vermin there, only to make a harsh u turn at a fallen cane tree, causing the kart to topple over. Out of desperation you crawl to a nearby hole said tree left behind when its tots were torne of the ground.

Darkness engulfed you as you tried your best to stay hidden, haggard breaths suppressed by a shaky hand, you heard them search, you prayed to yourself to whatever mod was out there that they wouldn't find you. But fate had other plans. Within mere seconds the forest became quiet, not even the spiderwebs dared make a sound. The forest became still, as if it was trying to hide itself in its own roots and vines. A dark pit formed in your stomach, this wasn't right, something wrong, deeply wrong, is what it told you. A “drip” was heard throughout the empty forest, then another, and another, like raindrops but… heavier. Your breath hitched in your throat as you heard the dreadfully familiar sound of wings buzzing and talons marking the ground upon its landing. It was far oway though, far oway enough that you thought of booking it for your kart and drive as far oway as you could, but the sound of it coming closer deterred that idea. in fact, it deterred any ideas, as the sudan realisation that this one was bigger hit you're psyche like a truck. A single thought chanted in your mind, I won't survive this.

It stopped just above you, perching on the hill you were hiding under, it knows, it has to know or else it wouldn't play with you like this. Tears formed in your eyes, pinpricks stared out the opening. Waiting for the light to be snuffed out by your pursuer, hungrily licking their chops before devouring you alive. That mental image didn't help your rapidly beating heart, nor to realize that the dripping had stopped. It was silent again, dead silent, with the only sound being your trembling breaths, and plaps as your teardrops hit the dirt below, waiting, watching. The long pause between heart stopping anticipation and silent waiting gave you time to think, maybe, just maybe you could book it to the car, drive like a bat outta hell straight out of the game, maybe, you could make it out alive in one piece. Maybe, just maybe, you would live… The light is gone, something is blocking it, or rather, someone. Eyes hollow of any life, yet so hungry, upside down hung your partner's head leering back at you, no, that was not him, but a monster wearing his face.

I'M NOT NORMAL ABOUT HIM

I'm fantasizing about what happens after. Maybe he drags you to a nest, or pounces in you right then and there, or chases you around for a bit, or- JDJEJDHFNDNDJDJDJJDD

THE WATER DROPLETS BEING DROOL!! ITS DROOL YOUR HONOR

The way you portray him as a giant, beastly, killing machine is making me feel things...a lot of things

[simpingforcys]

Cybug King Candy trying to maintain some semblance of regality in front of his partner only to completely lose his cool once things get spicy-

All that prim and proper royalness just slipping away until he’s running on that pure “Multiply, multiply, multiply” code. Just- feral. Rough and absolutely feral.

As much as KCB loved his new height, strength and body, his partner was still the same. Smaller, and now comparatively, weaker. As much as he knew they loved his features, he knew he had to be careful with them. He still enjoyed nuzzling up (or down) at them, letting them kiss him and even pet him to the point he finds himself chirring and purring.

It's only when his partner asks for something more that his own code (and body) starts to betray him. Seeing his partner so willing, so ready for him, the cybug part of his code takes over like instinct. Thankfully, it seemed it was exactly what his partner wanted~

[simpingforcys]

I know that 99% of talk about Kcb is pure filthy smut, but like...I wanna hug this guy's face, him holding you up to him so you could maybe plant a little kiss there or a nuzzle. God the image of him getting cuteness aggression over you to, gripping you so he can showing you in kisses and a few licks, interrupting himself every now and then to giggle, than goes right back to it, might shake you around to (your like a little kitten to him) I wanna feel his sharp claws as you sit down, maybe he's sleeping (not really, he has an eye on what your doing) and you put a hand on the tip of one of his claws, gently feeling along it. Only to be spooked a little as it moves to curl around you, keeping you against his hand as he now goes to sleep, can't have you wondering off without him can we? (Half the truth, he just wants to feel you against him) LET ME SMOOCH THE BUG

His entire hard-candy claw hand can hold you up while you're sitting on it and that image just agksjfksnfnsk

Him just holding you close as he naps like you're a comfort toy to him. His purring is a mechanical engine-like purr as he nuzzles your smaller self. He toys around with you like a ragdoll, his talons wrapping entirely around your mid-section, at some point you can't tell if this is a case of prey-predator or pet-owner.

[simpingforcys]

The idea of Candybug finding an outsider and going in to intimidate/toy with them as prey, only to find out they're a little too into monsters is a VERY funny concept to me.

LIKE- he has them pinned under a massive clawed hand and leaning all in to really show off those teeth to scare them and he stops mid sentence like "why are you red"

and then cue a massive shit eating grin as he realizes and toys with them FURTHER knowing damn well what he's doing now

-👾

I CAN SEE THIS HAPPENING IN CANON

Monster fucking wasn't a huge thing in the 1980s, I can imagine, so the concept of his terrifying larger form causing anything else but fear much less arousal is absolutely hilarious to image.

Outfreaking the freak.

"Multiply on ME~!" (King Candybug slowly walking back)

Until his Cybug programming kicks back in and scoots you up like "What a delectable offering~"