#man candy 🍭

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Just want a man to pull my hair and call me a little heathen while he makes me cry on his dick please and thank you

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Not only the voice.... The looking down his body at the same time

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LISTEN, I’m not one to add horny to the already super horny but yeah don’t forget THIS EXISTS. 

[strawberrylollipopchainsawgirl18]

❤️ 🍭 💙 🍬 💟

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Oh yeah I didn't sent any oc ideas yet. Time to shine

This time they'll always have connection with a canon character. If you guys want you can send me a specific one and I'll send a bunch of ideas including said person (ex. Ideias including streber somehow)

- candy dealer's sibling who is super smiley/cute and the one who actually sells drugs

- rick's kid that he had with an ex and said ex just leaved him with the kid

- radford's buff (and probably supernatural) girlfriend who beats people and is a sweetpie to him

- skiddad's clone who escaped the mansion and now took his place on lila's house

- zombie old man who sees patty as his daughter/granddaughter and won't leave her alone

- ethan's twin who is shitty as fuck and pretends to be him constantly

- police officer who tries to get john and jack to be fired so shotty and captain can replace them (either because they prefer them or just makes part of the cult and knows they'll make a worse job)

I think it's all I got for now

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1. The Patty one is so cute actually

2. THE SKIDDAD CLONE... omg plot ideas/vpos

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Sponsored by tumblr lol!

Hi Chris! We miss you.

He talked about directing again but with a better scrip. About Dogger his collab with Jinx.

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Aw good for you Joan!. I don't even know you but I'm happy for you 👏

I would to meet him sometime!

See? It's stuff like this man…

My meeting Chris Evans

Now i know how alot of you feel about Chris right now but this is my experience meeting him.

It was an amazing time at New York Comic con and i would like to share my experience in Meeting Captian America himself Chris Evans

I walked around to kill some time before my photo op and saw all the different vendors and exhibits i was blown away, I went to a comic con about 4 years ago it was called wizward world but it was nothing like NYCC.

I looked at my watch and saw i still had two hours to kill until my Photo Op with Chris Evans so I looked for the place where it would take place once i found it the hubby and i just sat on the floor and killed time playing games. 

And than it was time for the photo op and when i tell you my nerves were running ramped i may have started out on level 2 but by the time i got up their i was on Level 1,000,000. Now i’ve met celbs before. 

I’ve met Rascal Flatts, Taylor Swift and steven Amell but this this was different, This was chris evans, my hollywood crush since his days as Johnny Storm, and i never thought i would ever meet him let alone talk to him. But here we are. 

The pic line moved fast and when it came time for me i was mesmerized, i was about to meet Chris Evans Captain America himself, when it was my turn in line he finished up with the person before me, turned looked at me and smiled and said I love that dress and look we match we have on the same color, I almost forgot to speak, my brain was screaming to speak and when i did i asked if it was ok to have a hugging pic. 

He said OH my god yes come on babe bring it in, and yes he called me babe which kinda shocked me, he put his arms around me and pulled me close to him, when the pic was done i didn’t wanna let go. But I did , he thanked me and I said thank you back and headed out to get my picture. 

I didn’t even feel like I was walking, I felt like I was floating. Now I had to wait for my autograph session. 

A couple hours later and it was time for the autograph session, what i had signed was the new GQ mag with him on the cover, since the photo live moved fast this line wasn’t as fast, when i got up to the table he said there she, there's the pretty lady and her beautiful dress. He asked where he should sign the cover and I said across that amazing chest, he literally blushed. 

I said thank to him for getting me through a really tough time in my life, i told him about the time i had to spend in the hospital last year and how my anxiety level was so high it was scary but watching his movies or interviews calmed me down. He grabbed my hand and just held it, he said thank you for being sweet, he signed the mag and i said again thank you and handed him the bracelet i made him and smiled so big. He handed me back the mag, grabbed my hand again and we said goodbye. 

Ladies let me tell you he is the sweetest most down to earth man i have ever met. 

So in closing my time at new york comic con was. AMAZING, and i would do it again.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

All I’m saying is the reason why the other Chrises were so quiet when crisp got offended that he’s everyone’s least favorite is because they know the truth and that crisp isn’t seeing them on any level and tbh hemmy is so messy I love it

[merwyns-archive-will-delete-l8r]

@strebcr answered the starter call :3

"-For the last time no Marco."

"Kevin it's just gonna be like....Me..Strebs..and you! Besides you need a work break as well as me. I been planning this out for weeks man-"

Marco and Kevin have been bickering again in the CandyClub like usual. Marco was planning a whole day off where he could hang out with his friends since he was usually not able to hang out and wanted to make things up at least once. Hell, he got Streber to come along, which for Marco was a big accomplishment since he always asked at the wrong times usually. But hey, he got a day off he wanted to spend time with his friends, and by god , Marco was going to try his best to get him on board.

"Besides, we rarely hang out. Streber is intimidated by you, and i want to be a good friend for-"

"He is not-"

The children are fighting againnn../silly

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

✨🍭Where do Invincibility Candy come from? 🍭✨

Legend has it that one night a year, a mysterious figure flies through the skies, handing out the sought after candy. The method is seemingly random, but those in costume always get priority! The costume of the mystery man himself is so good that nobody knows who he is... he could be anyone!

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He looks so dorky to me in Celluar

Imna chose Cap here.

And todays hair is one of the least talked about…frosted tips/blonde

Exhibit A

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Exhibit E

[hotwritergf]

could i request smut w hotch based on the song daddy issues by the nbhd? 🖤

Daddy issues 🍭

Dating Aaron had been incredibly healing. Maybe it was his calloused fingers interlocked in yours as he pulls you to walk on his right, the side furthest away from the road. Or maybe it was the bags of your favourite candy that he would bring home on a Friday evening, always on a Friday. He said it was your weekly reward, but you joked and called it your candy allowance. Aaron always chuckled at that, ruffling your hair playfully and pressing his lips to your forehead. Whatever it was, it was healing your inner child.

You weren’t traumatised by any means, but you would definitely say you were damaged goods. Growing up in a single parent household left its mark. Your father left when you were too young, with no memory of him at all, not even his face. You looked for love in other men, men who would typically drink too much beer and push you around when their soccer team lost. That was until you met Aaron Hotchner.

His touch felt like fireworks, every kiss adding to the butterfly farm deep in the pit of your stomach. He looked after you. He tucked you in at night, never forgetting to tuck your teddy bear next to you too. He’d take you to get your nails done, smiling to himself as he watched you chat away to your nail artist, but he beamed when you revealed you’d chosen his favourite colour.

Aaron never left you high and dry, never unsatisfied. That also went for in the bedroom too, that man was a god. He would never let you leave the bed if you hadn’t drenched his sheets, he only ever wanted to drink in your pleasure, never once worrying about his own.

He swirls his tongue through your folds like a pro, tasting your pleasure on the tip of his tongue and groaning at the flavour of your musk. That man could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner and still be hungry for desert. With every mew that escapes your lips he takes your sensitive bud into his mouth and softly sucks on it, with just enough pressure to be almost overstimulating, keeping you on the edge of ecstasy. Just teetering between pleasure and pain, and it’s all for him. Every moan, every pull of his raven hair and squeeze of your thighs over his ears, he knows it’s all because you belong to him. His girl.

“Oh are you crying? Go ahead, cry little girl. Tell me who’s eating this pussy so good. Who is it?”

Aaron smirks into your cunt smugly as you whine, your body writhing on his tongue.

“Y-you. You daddy.”

You manage to pull the words from your mouth, whispering through your moans. You can’t take it anymore, you need him. Your core clenches around nothing, feeling empty. He strops against the bed, his hand shuffling down to palm his painfully hard cock before pulling it out and looming over you. His shadow an image on the wall that you want to keep in your fondest memories.

“Daddy huh? That’s right princess! I’m your daddy.”

Hotch grunts, spanking his cock against your overworked clit. Without warning, he shifts his angry red tip towards your entrance, gathering as much of your slick as he can over himself. He thrusts inside, immediately hitting that spongey spot. Swearing you can feel him deep in your womb your back arches off the bed, almost levitating in pleasure. He feels so good, he always does. None of your other partners have ever made you feel this good, his cock was made just for you. He fits perfectly inside you, like the missing piece of your puzzle.

“Look at you, you’re trembling! You just let me do whatever I can do with your little body? Daddy’s pretty little fuck toy.”

Nearing your release, you start begging Aaron’s favourite aphrodisiac was always your inconsolable begging. It drove him like nothing else, his kryptonite. He fucks into your harder, deeper, like a man possessed.

“Let go. Let go for me.”

You come undone together, in a symphony of pleasure. Fingers intertwined together holding each other through release. Every touch is electric and beautiful. You belonged. You felt whole, Aaron was the second part of you. He was your home, but not the empty home back in small town of your birth. He was the home you found, when you needed it most, and where you would live forever.

[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.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Goofy silly ass movie 😭

[tsukimefuku]

lollipop kiss 🍭 kusakabe atsuya

summary: your workplace crush, kusakabe, is pretty dense when it comes to romance, so you try to ease things out with a bag of lollipops.

cw: gn!reader x kusakabe, comedy, fluff, this man is completely clueless but reader isn’t making things any easier. making out and happy ending. there is a bartender very invested in the drama. a little suggestive if you squint.

wc: 1.4k

notes etc.: my contribution for the foodies and goodies challenge. i’m not tagging myself because the voices in my head haven’t reached that point yet. special thanks to @jjk-eugie for inspiring me, i had hit a slump on this (you can read their kusahigu fic that saved my life here). song (?) > sugar, sugar (the archies). I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you enjoy it too!

Here’s the thing - Kusakabe was a brilliant sorcerer. He was regarded by all of the other first grades as the strongest first grade there was.

Regarding human matters, though, he could - and frequently would - be dense like a rock.

To put it bluntly - not a door, but just as thick. 

So when it came to romance, attempts to get his attention usually fell on deaf ears. 

When you realized you had it down bad for him, you knew you were in for a ride, to say the least.

First, there were the coffee attempts. You had to call him out for a coffee around three times before he accepted it - according to him, there was no need to spend money going out for coffee when Jujutsu High provided you all with free vending machine coffee. You had to patiently explain to him that leaving the premises for a while was the actual goal.

Then, came the drink nights. These weren’t particularly hard, given he did like his alcohol, but he always invited someone else to tag along. Utahime had the good sense to stop going after realizing what you were trying to do when inviting Kusakabe out, but you weren’t as lucky with the other sorcerers.

And finally, something about the days you went out together always gnawed at you. You felt like Kusakabe was in an unreadable state of mind. He’d either stare at you when you weren’t looking - fully believing you didn’t notice it -, or be the most unbothered person in that place. Whenever you approached him trying to make a move, he would act like he had absolutely no interest in you.

It was driving you insane.

Tonight, you were both sharing a few drinks after a particularly gnarly day at work, exorcizing curse after curse after curse. It was that time of year, after all. You were a few pints of beer in already, and he had downed at least two gin tonics by then. 

“I’ve got a gift for you, Kusakabe!” you chirped.

“Really? What? Is it a special occasion?” he asked while looking at you surprised.

“No, I just saw it and I remembered you.”

You pulled a giant sack of lollipops from your bag and put it over the counter.

The bartender was looking from afar, and had taken the dynamic between you and Kusakabe as a live soap opera of sorts, one new chapter each week. Last week, you seemed particularly annoyed at the sorcerer and he didn’t notice it - as he usually wouldn’t unless you were literally screaming at him.

“Okay...” Kusakabe offered, slightly uncertain as he pulled the bag towards him. 

“This supposedly has five flavors - peach, strawberry, mango, pineapple and watermelon. Since you always have a lollipop with you, I thought it would come in handy,” you chimed in, sparing him a smile. 

“That’s... thanks,” was all he said, and for a moment you thought you saw his face and the tips of his ears take on a dusty pink tint. 

“So... let’s taste it?” 

“Hm... what?” 

His face grew redder, and you were almost sure it wasn’t your imagination. 

“The lollipops, Kusakabe. Taste the lollipops.” 

The bartender scoffed from the other side, keeping down a chuckle.

“Oh! Yeah, sure,” Kusakabe replied, pulling the bag open.

And off you two went pulling lollipop after lollipop from the bag, one of each flavor. 

After about an hour or so of chatting and candy, he pulled the only pineapple one there was inside the bag and shoved it into his mouth.

“Oh, that’s the only pineapple one,” you noted. The liquor-bought courage was finally kicking in, and you were ready to make a move. 

“Hm, really? I’m sorry, I didn’t notice,” he replied, brushing the nape of his neck with his hand.

“Oh, it’s no trouble. Perhaps I can still taste it,” you remarked, a cheeky smile pulling on your face as you edged yourself closer to him.

The bartender heard your words and stepped nearby, fairly ignoring someone that was calling from the other side of the vicinity.

This was it. All the drama and emotional investment... The pay-off was finally coming. 

“Oh, sure. Of course,” Kusakabe replied, and he signaled for the bartender, which got you and the bartender thoroughly confused, “can you get me a glass of water, please?”

It all went swiftly, much to yours and the bartender’s shock. Kusakabe got the glass of water, pulled the lollipop from his mouth, put it into the water and pushed it into your direction.

He seemed pleased with himself in finding a solution for a non-existent problem.

This man better be joking.

“Kusakabe, you moron!” You exclaimed angrily.

“What!? What happened? What did I do!?” Kusakabe asked in earnest, which just served to deepen your annoyance.

“I was asking for a kiss!” you furiously retorted.

He only registered the ‘I was asking’ part.

“Why not just ask for what you want?! Why can’t people simply ask for things directly?! I’m not a psychic!” 

The bartender’s mouth formed a silent ‘o’ before it got covered with an incredulous hand.

The plot thickens.

“God, you have no ease for subtleties! How is that possible!? Are you even human!?” you were actively yelling at Kusakabe by that point, lifting yourself up from your seat.

“And are you allergic to communicating directly what you want?!” he retorted, feeling unjustly chastised for not understanding something he had no obligation to guess in the first place.

You grunted, enraged, and began stepping away from him, towards the bar’s exit. After you left, he face-palmed, upset that somehow, things went south with you again.

Only then it dawned on Kusakabe you said you wanted to kiss him.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot,” Kusakabe muttered to himself.

“Kind of,” the bartender mindlessly replied, forgetting this wasn’t an actual soap opera on TV, but a pretty interactive show.

“Huh?” the sorcerer questioned, not sure if he heard it right.

“I mean... I can put it all on your tab and you go after... Uh... it’s fine.”

Looking at the bartender, Kusakabe inhaled deeply and nodded, grabbing the lollipops bag, shoving it inside his trench coat’s pocket, and running after you.

“Hey!” Kusakabe exclaimed when outside, seeing you a little further ahead on the street. 

You heard his voice and picked up your pace, taking a turn into a smaller, secondary street. 

“Come on, I know you heard me, slow down!” his steps came quicker, and in a second he was right beside you, while you huffed and puffed in frustration.

“Just let me go home, Atsuya! This is too humiliating. I thought you liked me, but I think I’m the moron who got it all wrong!”

He held your arm and you halted your stomping, even though you kept staring at the ground, thoroughly embarrassed.

“You... didn’t,” he stated, voice uncharacteristically faltering.

“... What?”

Kusakabe delicately turned you to look at him and cupped the side of your face with his hand. His eyes were locked to yours, and for a moment, you felt your heart fluttering in your chest. You could smell the sweet, alcoholic scent from his breath, and that was when you realized just how close he was.

“I-“ he stuttered for a moment before clearing his throat, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Your breath got caught in its way out for a second before you replied.

“Okay.”

He closed the gap between you both, pressing your bodies together with his hand over your back, and his lips descended to yours softly, waiting for you to meet him halfway. You pressed back against him, drawing both your hands to the nape of his neck, and deepened the kiss instantly, robbing him of a gasp.

Your tongue teased the seam of his mouth, and he welcomed you in, pressing his own tongue over yours. 

Oh, you definitely tasted that pineapple lollipop.

His aftershave still lingered on his skin, and it smelled minty fresh, filling up your nostrils in an instant as your lips slid over each other.

You both parted for a moment.

“You know what?” you said with a smirk forming on your face.

“Hm, what?” he genuinely asked.

“I think the pineapple one was my favorite flavor.”  

With an amused expression, he suddenly bit your chin, planting quick pecks and kisses down your jawline and neck. 

You chuckled, asking, “since we’re out of the bar, would you like to come over to my house? I remember there were still a lot of lollipops in that bag and I don’t feel like leaving them all to you.”

With a mischievous smile on his face, he pressed a quick kiss on your lips before replying.

“Of course.”

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I'm so excited about Pain Hustlers

I'm going to drop some of my favorite pictures of Chris…just because…

This man…I don't care if he is married (I am too) just some Eye Candy OK? Bye!