StalkerxKing candy that would kill for him and watch him while he sleeps :> (i love this ship dynamic)
This is just reminding me of that TikTok audio that I need to draw with my oc and KC, eventually when I have TIME-
Stalker!Reader x King Candy
You always loved seeing your beloved king, even from afar. Of course as the rightful ruler of Sugar Rush, he was always off racing or in an important event he needed to attend. But you didn't mind. Whenever he went, you weren't far behind.
The advisors he talked to, his donut guards, the other racers, even the occasional gossip times he had with Taffyta, you just couldn't help but listen in. You were so curious. You needed to hear every word from his lips in that voice of his that made you melt and lose your mind.
Even when you knew he was just behind the door of a room, you'd touch the surface just to feel like you were there with him. You'd almost wanted to throw this door open just to see him. Hear him. Feel him.
But you didn't. What would your beloved think? Then he wouldn't want to spend that same night with you as before...
Well, no matter. You could always sneak past the night guards as usual to sneak into his kingly chambers.
Oh, he was just adorable as he slept. Snuggled up against the candy-silk pillows of his grand bed, as if he hadn't even felt a soft pillow in ages and had to use a tire to sleep. But that was odd, right?
The soft sounds he'd make, the ever silky-smooth satin sleep clothes and robe he would adorn himself in.
You couldn't help yourself at times. Leaning in to kiss his head. His cheek. Whispering sweet nothings of 'I love you' and 'I'll see you in the morning, my king'.
Oh, and of course he had his own pillow for his crown sitting just right beside him. Because of course he did.
Seeing him there, you just knew you would do anything for him. To keep him by your side. To make sure you were always by his side. No one would take him away from you.
And if anyone ever tried... There's a popular urban legend name in the arcade from the 80s you could take a page out of~
we need more turbo being an absolutely feral lover tbh. like he is UNHINGED as a partner i can feel it...
ABSOLUTELY, YOU, YOU GET ME
(SPICE AND SPICY BELOW.... obviously)
Aggressive Lover!Turbo x Reader (NSFT)
When he's not boasting to his partner, he's showing THEY are his biggest trophy. He'll show you off as his 'worthy partner', the only one that could come close to his level (ignoring how everyone else is rolling their eyes at him).
Always has an arm around you. Pulling you in closer to him either by wrapping an arm around your shoulders or pulling you in by the waist, shamelessly pressing your coded body against his.
Truthfully, he wants everyone to know you are his.
He loves feeling your figure against his hand, his fingers rubbing subtly against your hip or teasingly intertwining his fingers with yours. He just can't get enough of you.
May or may not be the ego he gives himself at actually having someone who wants him around.
While your type of flirting or affection can range from sweet to tease, he will return it in full, if you allow it.
This man bites, nibbles, grips at you, and holds you down against him by keeping you on his lap facing him, just to look at your face as his hands grip your hips.
You're his partner, and he wants to be reminded of that constantly.
His kisses are rough, even as you cup his cheeks. He's not exactly the best kisser. Quite messy, actually. You figured it was his inexperience. But that doesn't stop him. He loves feeling your lips against his. It's a high for him, almost equal to the high he gets winning every single (good) race, and you know how much he enjoys that. If you can provide that same furor for him, he'll be chasing it, over and over from you.
His hands grip and squeeze at you, your hips, thighs, waist, desperately grabbing at you as if to reassure himself you're actually there, still there with him and wanting him as much as he wants you.
He doesn't want to just have and taste your lips, but all of you. A long shiver goes up your spine once you realize he wasn't just kissing your neck, but licking it as well, panting heavy and hotly against your coded skin as he holds you against him, his tongue sliding and pressed on that specific spot on your neck.
You almost start to think when was the last time he ever even had someone.
Did I mention he bites?
Hearing your moan and jolted gasp as he bites on your shoulder fuels him like nothing else in your foreplay.
Before you know it, he is desperately tugging at your clothes.
You would think he considers himself as nothing less than a top, but the truth was, as long as he's able to look at your blushing, dazed, pleasured face and is able to hear your beautiful moans, he doesn't mind having you on top.
He likes to have his partner work for it, even as he too bucks himself up at you.
If you're on top, he's making sure you're on top. His hands clasp onto your hips, fervently chasing that high that was your body like you were the most divine thing bestowed upon him. If you were going to do it, you would do it right.
What kind of a racer would he be if his own partner couldn't ride as well as he?
Whether he's under you or on top of you, he wants you to know exactly what you do to him.
His body moves against yours, rough and hard almost lifting you up from the bed as he grabs onto his hips. Despite his short body, he did have some strength in him. At least, only when it came to this.
He thrusts hard and desperately against you, like you were a hole for him to bury and empty himself into. He loves seeing how you take all of him, disappearing throughly into your body. The only one worthy enough of him.
He grunts and growls as he pounds into you, like a feral animal in heat chasing that high that was your tight body. His raspy voice mutters sounds of praises and swears under his breath.
You can barely register his fingers digging into your coded skin before he growls his way into climax, keeping your hips firmly in place to make sure nothing comes out. He doesn't want you to waste any part of him. He was your partner, and you would take all of him.
Despite his fervent drive from earlier, he doesn't let you go for quite a while. His yellow eyes look up at you with a satisfied drive, that familiar victorious wide smile creeping up his lips, the smile marks around his face proudly showing themselves as he does.
"You... my prized babe... were just Turbotastic~"
He gives an eyebrow raise when you start to laugh at that. But before he can protest or say anything about it, you hold his cheeks and bring him up to you for a deep kiss.
You were the Sugar Rush kingdom’s very own jester, and you were beloved by everyone!
You went by a candy related name like Wild Berry or TuttiFruitty and you owned it.
But only King Candy could call you ‘toots’ and ‘toodles’ for a nickname~
You loved performing for the kingdom and its subjects, but most of all, for your king.
Unlike jesters outside the game, you wouldn’t make fun of the king, but rather sing praises of his glory and talent.
You had a good voice and the quirky entertaining dances, and everyone enjoyed it.
Specially your king.
In public he would clap along to your performances
In private, he’d have you repeat all your praises towards him, in a different tone.
Your chin tilts up by his hand, as the kingdom’s own jester, you had the king’s full admiring attention.
“Now one more th’ime… Praisth’ to who~?”
No one wanted to ask where the rhythmic sound of bells jingling was coming from.
King Candy x Upset!Reader
He had gone too far this time. And you didn’t like it. He had his fair share of unprofessionalism acts and mistakes in the past, but this time was different, this time you were pissed.
At first, he was confused on why you were acting this way. Avoiding his glance, crossing your arm and turning away from him with a firm ‘Hmp!’ You always doted on him. You would always greet him with a kiss or a tease, but now there was a noticeable lack of.
Then he realizes why you started acting like that. But he’s not upset. He thinks it’s amusing.
His most adoring subject was having a little temper tantrum~
Pouting and ignoring him like they were just asking for attention.
In his mind, you were like a pet rabbit thumping its cute little back feet when it didn’t get what it wanted. It was adorable~
But he didn’t give in. He knew you would come back to him. He knew your devotion to him was too great, you loved him! And he is the king, after all. He had much other important things to do.
“Oh, th’ey’ll get over it’th by tomorrow~”
The bed in his chambers felt a little more empty that night. But he let it pass. It didn’t matter. He was, fine.
By the next day, he’s a touch-starved desperate mess.
He couldn’t bare the morning not having you by his side, hugging him and holding him like you did every morning. You were HIS subject. HIS partner. You should be there doting and tending to his needs.
He tries sending you little candy gifts, a little invitation for you to see him.
But you weren’t going to fall for his manipulation (as you saw it).
And he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take the notion that he lost you.
um um. thoughts on king candy with a s/o who also became a cybug hybrid?
Oh, you just know that cybug instinct kicked IN the moment he saw you.
(THIS TURNED NSFT REAL QUICK, UNDER CUT FOR OBVIOUS)
King Candybug x CybugHybrid!Reader [NSFT]
You were terrified of your new form. Your entire body changed. Your coding modified. Your extra limbs twitched on either side of you, your own nervous system's reaction to your fear. You suddenly just felt so hungry. Your sense of appetite more fierce and violent than when you weren't this giant thing. You look down at your new features, your talons, your wings, your long dual cerci. You feel so... monstrous. What happened to you? Your beloved king... How will he react to seeing you in this-?!
A loud, long purr physically caresses up next to you. Your cerci perk up in surprise, a tingle shooting through your new body as you look to your side.
It was your king, brushing his cybug-hybrid, retractable head against you, against your neck. You realize the sound was coming from him. His wings were buzzing behind him gently, fluttering as if in excitement.
"C.. Candy?"
"My dear... your form... It is simply tantalizing~"
You blink for a second. His purring. His robotic bug body vibrating as it caresses up to you.
It seemed his own transformation wasn't the only thing he was excited about.
His front short forelegs rub against each other as he leans against you, making a sound almost like a robotic cricket or chirping. You could of sworn you heard that same sound from insects during... that particular time of year.
You'd find him brushing up against your wings, grooming them with his limbs, getting unwanted sugar specks and dusting off your new wings. You didn't even ask him to. Like it was instinct of him to do so. Whatever it was, it sent electrifying shivers up your exoskeleton.
It wasn't the only part of you, or him, that would get a reaction. You learned quite quickly the dual cerci behind you was very sensitive to the touch. The moment he brushed up his cheek against them affectionately, your body gave an involuntary purr. Unfortunately for you, that only heighten your appeal for him.
Cybugs didn't need each other to multiply. One was enough to produce. That certainly didn't stop him. You felt his cerci trying to wrap against yours, sending those shivers throughout your code. His body trying to crawl up against yours, his multiple extra limbs crawling on top of your body as if to hold you down. His talons supported up his large body, one on either side of you until one of them trails a sharp, hard-candy claw under your belly.
Your shiver only made him laugh gutturally in excitement.
You just looked so tantalizing. So captivating in your new powerful form that matched his own. Before you could even realize it, you felt something prod you between your cerci, nudging them apart slowly and gently. You feel a slimy, warm syrup-like substance pool around below where you two would meet, teasing the entrance open. The cybug instincts in your body sense the sweetening pheromones expelling from the air, from you and him.
You felt like you needed it.
You let out a sound as it thrusted in, prompting a guttural moan to escape him. You can feel his front legs on top of your carapace gripping and re-gripping against you, keeping you in place as he moves. His talons claw the ground beside your head, a ticklish
"Hoo-hoo...!" cresting into a moan, getting heavier and urgent.
You felt yourself pinned against the ground, hot breaths panting out between the sharp teeth of your mouth. And that voice, that instinct in your mind at your core repeating the same, urgent, needy programmed words.
Multiply, multiply, multiply!
The legs grip at your body as you feel the deep deposit of code in you, feeling your core stuffed and filled to the brim. Your body shivers feeling the extra pumps empty themselves in you. You just felt it.
To be laying beside (or on top) of the short racer king man holding him like a doll cupping his cheek that for some reason feels soft like a marshmallow maybe he programmed it himself who knows, caressing his face with your fingers while kissing him over and over<333 his little giggles and silly noises of "hoohoo~"s as you dote on him since he's not used to getting so close and personal with someone cuz of secret identity I mean what you're not suppose to know that hahaaaa
You lean in down to whisper in his ear "I love seeing you ride on those tracks... has anyone ridden you~?"
Some King Candy x OC asleep fluff cuz I was feeling fluffy
---
An hour into the night of Sugar Rush, and yet Baking Buns had yet to go to sleep. Her head rested against her arm and palm as she gazed gently down at the sleeping figure beside her, illuminated only by the night time light of the outside through a distant window. Her beloved king slept soundly beside her, over their shared king-size spongecake bed that was the crown decor of his royal chambers. His shorter chest rose and fell gently with every breath, his pink silk robe covering very little of his bare chest. She smiled a bit remembering his insistence of calling it salmon. Frankly, she didn't know the difference. She didn't think he did, either. But she didn't mind to dwell on it. He looked so cute, pouty and repeating his command over the color, over his style, his mannerism. Everything she loved about him and more.
Her magenta eyes gazed down at him as he slept. Taking in every detail of his short self, and yet packed so much into it. So much energy, personality, and, dare she say, ability. Not just for racing, as well as being king, but making her feel really good like he did just an hour ago. His confidence and eager to show off his skills, in more ways than one. Everything that made her love him.
She smiled, then slowly scooted over to his side, settling gently beside his sleeping form. Her hand went up and softly cupped his cheek, holding him as her thumb caressing his face. Then she leaned down, and kissed his opposite cheek, letting her lips linger on his skin for a good moment before slowly pulling away. He always tasted so sweet. Was his coding just programmed like that?
Her thumb caressed the same brief spot a bit. Sighing as she held him.
"I love you..."
Her lips whispered. Whether or not he heard her. She didn't mind. Awake or asleep, she would always prove it to him, her love and devotion.
What kinda kinks do you think King Candy would have?
Worship kink. Body worship, ego worship/boosting, affirmation, his entire core gets off at any sort of praise. Subject or not, if he wants you on your knees, you will get on your knees. It is your job to convince your king of your loyalty, praising him for his skills and title, though he'll never really tell you how he got it.
Subject, servant, escort or otherwise, you'd come when he tells you to, keeping you close but below just enough to still have that power over you, making you kiss and breeze your lips over his body like it's something he's proud of. Like he designed it himself. But that's your job. You're meant to keep the king happy. You're here to appease him. To please him with any part of you that he chooses. Of course, he gets to decide that.
Your lips remain on the back of his hand that he splayed out for you to kiss, your eyes locked on his ever-empowering glance towards you, as if keeping you in place without ever saying a word. For someone who wears leather gloves for most of the day, his hands were so soft. You could taste the slightest hint of sugar on his skin. It felt intoxicating, and he knows that. Like he designed it himself.
His fingers finally lower down to hold up your chin, giving a single command to speak. Your voice is shaky as you utter your praises. The best king this game has ever had. No one like him. The edge of his lips curl. It's good, but not what he wants. The best racer this game has ever had. No one like him.
His lips curl in a smirk, for a brief moment you can feel his body tense like a shiver of an ego boost had fueled him. That was what he wanted. That he would always be on top. Second to no one. Ever again. Before you could ask what he meant by that, your mouth was already busy again.
Has anyone taken the mantle of writing out “Fifty Shades of Salmon” yet? Because if not I am quite tempted to.
IT'S BEEN 12 YEARS SINCE THAT POST, AND I'M STILL WAITING FOR THAT FIC.
I haven't even watched the movie, if I'm being honest (all the way through)... HOWEVER- ideas are popping in the horny noggin that's making me blush like a bunny in heat.
Subject and resident of Sugar Rush goes up to the castle as a special guest to meet the king for him to boast about his many victories, his reign, influence, etc., yet it isn't until half way into the meeting as they walk along the castle hallways side by side, they notice the king's gaze lingers on them. Not always on their eyes. But lower, and lower, all over, as if studying your coded figure. They try to ignore it, maybe their attire wasn't appropriate for this meeting? Was there excess frosting on them? They try not to mention it, but they couldn't help their blush, knowing their beloved king's gaze was constantly and quite attentively on them....
It isn't until they have to bid their farewell that they can finally properly smile, offering gratitude for their time, when they feel their hand lifted and held delicately by the king.
Before they can say anything, his soft lips kiss the top of their hand, his fingers lingering on their palm like a subtle caress as he parts his lips slowly, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze.
