#venture bros x reader

[bratdotcom]

Love Notes = Lunchbox Post-its(?)

( Brock Samson x coworker!reader || he's starting to like you more than he thought... )

Was he getting soft? Brock felt like he was getting soft. He felt a pang in his chest whenever he saw the yellow square-shaped post-its you left in the lunches you made for him and the rest of the family. It was either that, or early stage heartburn from the constant stress he was under protecting two sixteen year old boys who couldn't keep their heads out of trouble along with their father who seemed more interested in milking his dear old dad's legacy than hanging out with his own flesh and blood. Who was he to judge? He was getting paid.

He can hear the boys chittering from the backseat, the both of them most obviously gawking over the little notes you left in their Bizzy Bee themed lunch boxes.

"This obviously proves I'm the favorite." Dean says, with utter confidence as he holds the note you wrote for him in front of his brother's face. Hank, in between bites of his ham and cheese sandwich, reads what you wrote. Brock didn't have time to focus on what the boys were doing. As long as they didn't distract him as he drove, he couldn't care less. "No way, dude! Just because you got a drawing of a cowboy on yours doesn't mean you're the favorite-" Hank pulls out a note of his own, showing it to his brother."I mean, does (Y/N) even have a favorite?" he asks, setting his half-eaten sandwich inside his lunchbox.

Brock was starting to regret letting the boys eat in his car. He couldn't imagine the crumbs they'd leave in between Adrienne's leather seats. He turns up the radio, drowning out the sounds of Dean and Hank bickering with each other.

"Will you two knock it off?! I am trying to nap." Dr. Venture raises his seat to face the boys properly, clearly annoyed that they were interrupting his nap. Brock sighs through his teeth, fingers lightly drumming against the wheel as they wait through traffic. He drowns out the sound of the family arguing with one another to Blue Oyster Cult.

With everyone finally out of his hair and his car, Brock pulls out the post-it you wrote for him. He stares absentmindedly at it. When was the last time he felt like this? Genuinely cared for by another person?

He gets out of his Dodge Charger with a small grunt, rolling the ball of his left shoulder with a stretch of his arm.He looks around the garage, making sure no one else is around. Including H.E.L.P.eR. Sure, he appreciated that lunk of metals and motherboards, but he preferred cleaning his car on his own.

Rinse and repeat. Brock hums quietly to himself the bass line of one of his cassette tapes. He didn't bother to check which one he popped in this time. It was a slow day, surprisingly. The note you left him was in the dashboard of his car. He's able to glance at it every now and then as he lets the hose do its work.

"Don't fuckin' die!" the note read in a neat, almost cursive ballpoint pen. He could imagine you smiling as you wrote and doodled on post-its, slipping them neatly into lunchboxes and brown paper bags.

It was almost silly. Brock smiling to himself as his eyes read over your note over and over again. He almost doesn't register the garage door opening over the sound of Stone Temple Pilots playing on the radio.

"Hungry?" Your voice cuts through the music. He lowers it once you're in view. Brock's steely blues pull away from his car to you. "I brought your favorite." You add,smiling as you hold up a plate of apple slices and peanut butter.

Brock honestly didn't have a favorite, but he didn't want to ruin it. You always packed them into his lunches. He couldn't complain.

You listen to his words intently in between bites of apples dipped in peanut butter.

"Doc got a call from an old friend down south. Turns out the guy is some kook, and he tried chasing us out of his house." You grimace at the thought of what he's saying. It sounded like something out of a horror movie. Brock has seen some shit. Weird shit. He wipes his mouth on his hand. "Oh, and Dean got nicked, so we had to give him an emergency tetanus shot 30,000 feet in the air." he adds on casually, checking his own reflection in the hood of his car.

In the corner of his eye, he gauges your reaction. He almost snorts, seeing the absolutely terrified look on your face. "After a while, you get used to it. The obscurity of it all, I mean." he says, snapping an apple slice in between his teeth. He almost holds it like a cigarette out of habit. "Really?" You ask in disbelief, leaning your back against the small cart parked right next to his car. "Yes, really." he replies, slightly amused. "You're working for Venture now. It's time you act like it."

Brock finishes eating the snack you gave him. Either you put something else in it, or his mind was playing tricks on him. Apples and peanut butter weren't that good. Maybe he just liked you more than he should've. "Mind if I..?" he trails off, pulling a pack of Marlboro Reds from his jacket pocket. "No, not at all." You wave your hand quickly. "Didn't Dr. Venture say you can only smoke those outside the compound?" You ask, unsure if you watched the employee recruitment video right. When was the last time they updated that thing?

Brock almost forgets that himself. "You catch on quickly, don't you?" he asks in a slightly teasing tone, a small smile forming on his angular features. His tone of voice almost goes over your head as you blink. "Of course I do. Try to, anyway." You try to reply back the smoothest way possible.

"Let's take this conversation outside." he says, taking an unlit cig and putting it in between his lips.

[megzscribbleznwordz]

Hii! Could you do some romantic headcanons of Dr. Orpheus plz? 👉👈

Of Course! I love Orpheus... he's such a sweetie pie <3 Maybe it's my love of the dramatics... I had a lot of fun writing for him!

Byron Orpheus

I feel like he’d have the cutest, most awkward crushing phase. He’s been burned by love before, and isn’t exactly fearful but very apprehensive about beginning a new relationship

Especially with his daughter around, he doesn’t want to introduce Triana to any potential partners until he’s certain they’d stick around for a while

Once everyone is adjusted however, his true romantic side comes out

The biggest sweetie pie ever. Like, so genuine and sweet about his affection towards his lover.

Orpheus has the strong tendency to accidentally isolate himself and overwork himself, his lover would definitely need to be the type to catch him and call this out… Realizing the problem is the first step towards fixing it! One he’s made aware of this pattern, Orpheus does his best to break the habit and let his lover in on what exactly keeps him so busy

He does this by planning dates and learning how to practice self-care. He’s a bit rusty when it comes to planning dates, but for a real long-term relationship by god he tries

Common Pet Names include: My Dear/Dearest, My Beloved, My Love

Definitely seeks advice from the other members of The Triad, definitely embarrassed about this fact. What do people even do for dates nowadays? The majority of his own date ideas are somewhat old-fashioned. Things like wine and dining his lover, trips to the bookstore or library, drive-in movies. The Alchemist teases the hell out of him, you can tell when Al’s the guy who gave him the ideas… Orpheus and Jefferson have a similar idea of how a date ought to be, Al has very different ideas then them

Orpheus is very sentimental about his relationships above all else, having a keepsakes from pretty much every date he’s planned. Small things like receipts from dinner, a seashell from a beach trip, tickets from a movie him and his lover saw, things like that. 

[dozing-composing]

Hello! Can You do headcanons of brock with an female s/o that is the Definition of handy like

Do you need a haircut? She can do it

Cook? She can

Treat an infection or wound? She got You covered

That her moto is "Graduated in nothing, expert in everything" as a joke

This Is Going To Sound Weird, But That's Kind Of How I Am, Haha! Well, I Can't Cook That Well. I Can Bake Though! I'm Typically The Handy Person My Family Calls On When Things Need Fixed. So These Might Be A Little Self-Indulgent, Lol.

ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ…

✦ Another handyperson? A handyMA'AM no less? At first, he didn't know how to function. He thought he was being replaced. But no, "it's always good to have extra hands around here," his employer nonchalantly says. But getting to know you, he realizes how you're able to handle the same stuff he does. Which surprises him because in his line of work, you can't be squeamish. ✦ I can imagine him watching as you give the boys a haircut. He leans against the doorframe as you trim one of the boys' hair. And as you finish, they look in the mirror all proud-like. You ask Brock if he'd like a haircut, but he'll shake his head and walk off To which you shrug and put away your supplies. ✦ Seeing you cook is like watching a magic show. Every night, you ask the boys what they want for dinner. And every night, you make that meal. Of course, you cater to everyone also, but you always ask the boys first. "They're growing boys, they need all the strength they can get!" You say with a kindhearted smile. ✦ There is never a dull moment in the Venture family. The boys are constantly getting hurt in one way or another. And thankfully, you know how to clean and treat injuries. Brock once busted his knuckles while knocking down a door to reach the boys. Later, you had a little intimate moment where you bandaged them up and planted a little kiss on them. He's not the only one to get this treatment, but he's the only one you actually mean it for in that way. (; ✦ And if there's ever a fix that needs to be done, you best believe you're on it before Brock can even see what's going on. It lowkey weirds him out because he's usually the first one to get down to it. But you beat him every time, darn it! ✦ If you ever just wanted to hang out with him, you'll just make your way to the garage where he'll most likely be working on his car. Not only does he enjoy your company, but you understand what tool to give when he asks for it. ✦ One time while doing this, he takes a break to just talk to you. He asks how and why you're able to do what you do. Turns out, he already knew the answer. You're just like him, except for being a deadly O.S.I agent and lethal bodyguard. He should've already known. But hearing your story and background is something to truly behold. ⤷"So...College just didn't work out for you?" He takes a quick puff on his cigarette, the smoke exhaling from his nostrils as he breathed. "Oh, no. Couldn't ever afford it. I guess it was one of the many reasons why I started taking so many jobs. I still wanted to learn things. But I wanted skills I could never achieve in school." You spoke with such passion. Each word dripping with emotion as you reflect back on your younger years. "But...That's okay." Suddenly, your bright demeanor came back. You felt pride bubble in your chest. "Because while I'm graduated in nothing..." You turn to him, beaming. "I'm an expert in everything."

[salty-ass-simp]

So I have been wanting to get back into writing fanfics, I literally haven't done it since, like, middle school (so like 8, 9 years?), and I have ideas, but I'm nervous about what to start with, but sense I finished The Venture Bros in like 4-5 days, I might start with that considering how I already have an oc made.

Also, I don't know if no one else knew this and didn't tell me, but like there is a two year difference between s1 to s7, because in s1 ep 11, Orpheus comes in contact with the old Ventrue crew and tells Action man he's gonna die of a stroke or a heart attack, we see the attack happen in s7 ep 3, that is when they find Jonas Sr in the Problem machine. And, with the character I made and doing math (mostly using Rusty's birth year, both 1960 & 1961), I think Season 1 is around 2004/2005, stays like that for like maybe 3 seasons, then progresses to 2006 in whatever season(s) and season 7, maybe a lil earlier, is 2007.

Anywho, hopefully I can convince myself to write the fanfiction and maybe a couple oneshots, headcannons:)

[viceroywrites]

wedding crashers

henchman 24 x gn!reader

24 had encountered so many unexpected twists and turns in life through his years as a henchman.

From somehow subduing and kidnapping Brock Samson right before the Monarch’s wedding to flying jet packs with his best friend, 21, he feels like he’s prepared for anything life would throw at him.

Except for the crisp, white invitation that sits in his hands announcing his dad’s marriage to his ex-girlfriend.

(part one of two - smut in part two!)

24 had encountered so many unexpected twists and turns in life through his years as a henchman. 

From somehow subduing and kidnapping Brock Samson right before the Monarch’s wedding to flying jet packs with his best friend, 21, he feels like he’s prepared for anything life would throw at him.

Except for the crisp, white invitation that sits in his hands announcing his dad’s marriage to his ex-girlfriend. 

“Aw man, that is rough.” Gary mutters, his yellow glove-covered fingers snatching the invitation from his friend’s tight grip. He looks it over, grimacing at the details, before handing it back over to 24, “So you gonna go?”

“I mean do I have a choice? It’s my dad… plus I’m still paying him back for the Stanza.” 24 groans, burying his face into his hands as he tosses the invitation to the side, laying back on his bed.

“At least you’re not part of the wedding party, that would have been even worse.” Gary offers optimistically, “Well, who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone and get some action.”

“Fat chance, I’ve met most of my ex-girlfriend’s family and they’re all either super old, super weird or hate my guts for some reason.” 24 sighs, “And my dad’s old so unless I want to sleep with a woman who’s old enough to be my mom, I’ll pass..”

“Well, at least you can get some free alcohol and food out of it.” Gary says, looking over the invitation once again, “Damn dude, they didn’t even let you have a plus one, I would have totally been up for crashing that wedding.”

“I’ll give you a play by play when I get back from it, probably gonna dip after dinner.” 24 sits up, swinging his long legs to the side of the bed, “I’m gonna go tell the boss I’m taking that day off and then I gotta figure out where to get a suit.”

-

The day had finally arrived and thankfully, the ceremony went by quickly.

When he arrived, 24 could practically feel the gazes on him - a mixture of pity from his dad’s side and hatred from his ex-girlfriend’s side. 

He sits awkwardly in the second row, watching his ex-girlfriend and dad exchange vows while surrounded by distant relatives. His body tenses and his stomach churns as they both lean in for their kiss, looking down at his lap. His hands squeeze his knee-caps, the sound of cheering and clapping around him becoming background noise as he zones out.

Following the ceremony, he makes a beeline for the open bar for cocktail hour, ordering a beer. The suit he’s donning that he ended up renting feels even more stuffy than any henchman costume he’s worn as he tugs at the collar, loosening his tie a bit. As the bartender slides the ice cold beer over to him, 24 places a single into the tip jar before taking a hearty chug of the beverage.

Not wanting to mingle, he stays glued to the open bar, nursing his second beer. A few distant relatives greet him with pleasantries as they grab their drinks, and he winces each time they give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, telling him some variant of “You can do better and you’ll find the one eventually.”

“I’ll take whatever glass of red you’ve got.” 

24 glances over to see an unfamiliar face, certain that he knew everyone attending this wedding. He knows for a fact that you aren’t anyone within his dad’s friends circle, considering that you look closer in age to him, and he’s met all of his ex’s friends who were all bridesmaids. He’s intrigued and his eyes linger, assessing your features as well as your figure that is accentuated by your outfit.

His stare doesn’t go unnoticed, your eyes snapping up to meet his eyes. 24 quickly averts his gaze though he’s too late as you thank the bartender as he hands you a wine glass and make your way over to him. 

You catch this stranger’s eyes lingering on you, and you’re pleasantly surprised that he’s actually quite cute, and also standing there alone. 

Curiosity peaking and desperate to get away from another interrogation about your dating life, you greet him with a relaxed smile, taking a sip of your wine, “Mind if I join you? I’m trying to get away from making awkward small talk with old people I barely remember.”

“Sure, that’s what I’m trying to do too.” 24 says, his voice wavering a bit as he’s surprised your reaction to his staring isn’t one of disdain.  

“Nice to meet you, by the way. Should have led with the introduction first.” You chuckle, extending your hand out and offering your name. 24 takes your hand, shaking it with an awkward grin, “Doug Jr. but you can just call me Doug.”

“Doug Jr? I’m guessing the groom’s your dad.” You put two and two together fairly quickly, glancing between the man before you and his dad who is across the room, chatting with his friends with his much younger bride by his side.

“Yeah, that’s my dad…” Doug trails off, rubbing the back of his neck as he hopes he can avoid going into further detail by quickly asking, “I’m guessing you know the bride?”

“Family friend, our moms were good friends in college, we grew up together but stopped talking once my family moved away. My mom dragged me to be her plus one since my dad couldn’t make it.” You explain, jerking your head to the two women standing a few feet away from the open bar, chatting up a storm. 

Doug glances over your shoulder at the pair, quickly looking away as his ex-girlfriend’s mom catches him gazing. “That explains why I don’t recognize you…” He mutters to himself.

“Hm?” You say, not quite catching what he last said due to the background noise of chatter.

“Nothing!” 24 quickly stammers, tugging anxiously at his uncomfortable tie. His Adam's apple bobbing as he sees your mom and his ex-girlfriend’s mom approaching. 

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna go find our table, I’ll see you inside!” Your mom calls out to which you turn your head, giving her a nod before turning your attention back to the lanky man before you. “I’m surprised you aren’t a part of the groomsmen, considering your dad’s the groom.”

Your comment caught him off guard and before he can fumble out a white lie, the bride’s mother swoops in, wrapping an almost protective arm around you. “Glad you could make it, dear.” She regards you in an endearing manner before giving a slightly less warm response to 24, “Same to you, Doug. Didn’t think you were coming considering the circumstances.”

Doug tensed at her sudden presence, taking a quick swig of his beer to muster up some liquid courage to respond. “Well, it is my dad’s wedding. Just came to support him.” He attempts to say nonchalantly but his tone comes out a bit shaky and nervous. You quickly catch onto it, eyes darting between him and her. 

“Well, hope we can put that behind us. It’s water under a bridge now, at this point.” She replies curtly before letting go of her hold on your shoulders, reaching to give him a pat on the arm. Thankfully, your mom calls out for her, waiting by the doorway to the banquet hall. She dismisses herself, leaving the two of you standing there awkwardly.

“Well that was weird… what was that all about?” You say in a lighthearted manner but blink as Doug stares back at you with eyes the size of dinner plates. He looks like a deer in the headlights, his hand holding his beer slightly shaking. “You okay?” You say, concerned as you place your hand on his wrist.

This snaps him out of his trance and he can’t hold it back any more.

The pent up emotions finally burst through and he decides to let it out on you.

“No, I just watched my dad get married to my ex-girlfriend and everyone’s acting like that’s not the most fucked up thing ever. It’s practically incest!” Doug dumps all this information out before taking a swig of his beer. You stare back at him in disbelief, blinking as you digest all this information. Immediately, he attempts to take it back, “Oh crap, I’m sorry. I totally just trauma dumped on you.”

In response, you turn your head to the bartender, slipping a ten dollar bill into the tip jar, “Hey, can we get two shots of tequila? Keep em coming, all night.”

You turn back to face 24, ”Don’t apologize, I can’t believe you even showed up. I would have torn this whole place apart.” You say, handing a shot glass over to him, “I’ll keep you company, be your drinking buddy for the night. Cause there’s no way we’re getting through the rest of tonight sober.”

Doug stares back at you in awe, a sense of relief filling his body as he felt like he was going crazy that no one could see how ridiculous this whole scenario was, “I was already way ahead of you for that plan.” He grins, tipping the shot back, wincing slightly at the harsh taste.

Your lips spread into a wide grin as well, tossing back your shot as well.

“Let’s see what table you’re at, maybe we can swap seats. I’m sure my mom will be fine without me.” You say, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the banquet hall.

–

You end up switching seats with one of Doug’s relatives who did not protest when asked, giving Doug a sly smile and a pat on the shoulder before heading over to the other table.

After scarfing down the free food and having a few more beers and shots in your system, the two of you sit at the table, while all the other guests have flocked to the dance floor. Doug’s tie sat on the white tablecloth, his top buttons undone as he quickly got tired of the stuffy attire.

“The worst part is that I didn’t even know they were dating! The wedding invitation just showed up at my doorstep.” Doug ranted, his cheeks tinted pink after having a handful of drinks in his system, “Like jeez, a bit of warning would’ve been nice.”

Your cheeks mirrored the same rosy hue as you shook your head in disbelief, chuckling dryly, “God, that’s so fucked.” You glance over your shoulder, nose wrinkling at the sight of the newlyweds dancing, the already odd image looking even more gross the longer you stared. 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you dodged a bullet. I’m sure you already knew this but she’s super high-maintenance. When we were growing up, she’d throw a tantrum whenever another kid had anything slightly nicer than what she owned. She always had to have the best.” You say with a light-hearted tone, placing a hand over Doug’s and squeezing it.

He can practically hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears at your touch and is thankful that the flush of his cheeks masks how his face heats up. “Well, I guess she decided my dad’s the best. I definitely couldn’t give her the lifestyle she wanted with my job and all.” Doug sighs, slightly dejected as he looks past your shoulder to see his dad and his ex-girlfriend beaming at each other.

You can tell what he’s staring at and decide to make a bold move in the hopes of taking his mind off the depressing circumstances. Your fingers quickly intertwine with his, tugging him up to his feet. Doug stares at you in surprise and confusion and you begin pulling him towards the dance floor, “Dance with me.”

“You sure? I have two left feet so don’t get mad at me if I accidentally step on your big toe or something.” Doug stammered but he didn't protest, letting you lead him. The lights are dim, your faces illuminated by the varying shades of colors. His clammy palms find their way on your hips as your arms wrap around his neck. The two of you sway to the music, awkward at first but slowly but surely you match the tempo.

Doug swallows a gulp, his gaze looking everywhere but your eyes. He hasn’t been this close to someone since his ex-girlfriend and just the feeling of your fingertips brushing against the nape of his neck is driving him wild. He is almost 100% he has a growing boner, praying that the dark material of his slacks and the dim lights masks it. 

“You haven’t stepped on any of my toes yet, is this a new personal record?” You tease with a grin, admiring the adorable flush across his cheeks before your gaze trails down to the exposed skin that his slightly unbuttoned shirt shows off.

“To be honest, I’ve never danced with someone like this before.” Doug admits, finally looking down at you. His knees almost buckle as he melts under your gaze that looks up at him with an intensity he’s never experienced. 

Your lips curl into a smile as he finally meets your eyes, “Really? Not even at like those awkward high school dances?”

“Do I look like the type of guy that would even have a date to a dance?” Doug says in a deadpan tone. 

“Hey, you got a girlfriend at one point, didn’t you?” You chuckle.

“Yeah and you saw how that turned out.” Doug comments wryly.

Everything around the two of you seems to fade into the background, caught up in each other’s banter. The tension between the two of you is thick, waiting to see who will make the first move.

“Give yourself some credit, you’re pretty handsome.” You admit, the dangerous combination of the drinks in your system and wanting to feel more of Doug’s touch leading you to throw caution into the wind as you threw him a compliment.

“What’re you, blind? I mean I’m lucky to be even dancing with you, look at you!” Doug scoffs back, the compliment rolling off his tongue carelessly.

You both stared at each other for a prolonged period of time after both of you have admitted your attraction to one another. You lean forward, breaking the gap between the two of you as you press your lips eagerly against his. Doug’s eyes widen, the grip on your hips tightening before he shuts his eyes.

You two lock lips for what feels like an eternity before Doug reluctantly pulls away, an apology already stumbling out, “Oh shit, I-”

You tug slightly against the nape of his neck to pull him in closer, taking some control despite the clear height difference between the two of you. He yelps, quickly silenced as your eyes gaze into his intensely, “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Doug quickly follows your command, his sweaty palms reaching up to cup your cheeks. Both of your heads tilt to deepen the lip lock. The lanky henchman lets you take the lead, his inexperience showing as you take the initiative to slide your tongue against his. 

The taste of beer and tequila linger on your tongue as Doug finally musters up the courage to tangle his tongue against yours. You slowly pull away with a grin, almost giggling as you practically hear a whine emanate from Doug’s throat. 

“Wanna get out of here? I’m all for continuing this make-out sesh but I’d prefer not doing it in the middle of a dance floor where people are starting a Conga line near us.” You chuckle breathlessly, nodding towards the crowd that had started to form in front of the DJ booth to start a conga line.

“Sure… wanna just make out in the back of my Stanza? There’s a lesser chance of us getting caught there than any of the bathrooms.” Doug offers.

“I’m game, it’s like we’re teenagers again.” You laugh as Doug takes your hand, “Lead the way.”

You both walk out of the reception unnoticed, and Doug gets to leave without even thinking about his dad and ex-girlfriend’s marriage. 

[orisquirrelking]

I write for venture bros now 👍👍👍

[harveywritings92]

{A few days after that weird encounter, Ghost, Soap and Gaz are at a small bar in town.]

Soap, nudging Ghost in the side: Et, Lt, Check it out it’s yer girlfriend.~

Ghost, looks at him like he grew six heads:...

Gaz: The lady who caught us in her backyard and ask if we were on drugs? 

{Ghost looks over his shoulder to see they weren’t joking, it was her. She was with a man and both looked annoyed at each other’s presence as they sat down behind the three solders.]

Man:  Are you seriously looking at me and telling me that I’m wrong?!

R/n: Oh, come on, Dude! They have one female servicing a large group of males. That implies a species that lays eggs!

Man: Oh my God, you're crazy! They're so obviously mammals!

R/n: Please! She'd be in estrus 24/7 if she didn't lay eggs!

Man: Smurfs don't lay eggs! I won't tell you this again! Papa Smurf has a fucking beard! They're mammals! Christ! This is as stupid as Your “the North witch is a princess.” debate!

R/n: She’s wears a pink puffy gown, has a tiara. And came down from the sky in a sparkly bubble! If that doesn’t scream “I’m a princess” then what does!?

Bartender: HEY! L/N, MAN’S NAME! STOP FUCKING YELLING AT EACH OVER CARTOONS OR GET THE FUCK OUT, YER DISTURBING THE OTHER CUSTOMERS!

[R/n and her friend sheepish quiet down and order some drinks, R/n goes to get her beer when she pauses and stares at Ghost perplex.]

R/n: Wait,...Don’t I know you?

Ghost: Doubtfu-

R/n: No, those eyes...*snaps her fingers* Yeah, yeah! You’re that soldier fro-- Epp!

[Ghost jumps off his stool, quickly grabs R/n’s arm pulls her towards the backdoor.]

Ghost: You said you’d forget about that!

R/n: You really thought I’d pretend like I didn’t catch a bunch armed men in my backyard getting ready to raid my neighbor’s house? …Maybe you are on drugs.

Ghost, flatly: I’m not on drugs...

R/n: Right, whatever. Can I have my arm back, or do you want my number first?

Ghost:...Is the good witch Glenda a princess?

{That’s how Ghost got R/n’s number.]

[vip3r-r]

could I request some venture cuddling headcanons with a fem s/o?? 🤭

I LOVEEE VENTURE CUDDLES— I just know that mf would LOVE to watch you do your things in your phone you’re their face is hidden behind your head, hands playing with your body and just poking you for funnnn

Warning— nothing pure fluff and love (probably bad spelling)

Would LOVEE to be the big spoon

Like hear me out, they want to hold you and think “oh man, I got this cool person just for me! Cool!”

I like to think they would perfect to cuddle with you while you’re in the top, like rubbing your back or maybe scratching your head while they tell you something, realizing you fell asleep and switch up to the spooning position and just falls asleep with you

If you’re the big spoon tho

Sloane LOVES it when you scratch their head, the feeling of relaxation going through their head while you scratch it is out of this world

Loves to give you a kiss here and there

Is the type of person who randomly shakes when they’re way too relax and forget to breathe

Bites you

I just wanted to say that ngl

They wouldn’t ask for cuddles like a normal human, no no no

They would see you in bed, ran, jump and land on top of you and scream at you “let’s cuddle!”

I feel like after a day of work, they would just take off everything put some pj pants (no shirt) and just relax in bed because even if they do love their job it’s hard sometimes yk?

[elclassicohater]

Now that MHA is over I just have a couple of thanks to give

Thank you, Izuku Midoriya..

For proving why there is better than you...

Thank you Horikoshi..

For proving that there are better super hero parodies than this magnum condom you call a magnum opus...

Thank YOU MHA fans everywhere..

For being the most toxic cesspit of a fanbase that set the bar for much more to follow in your footsteps...

Thank you, ALL of you

YOU are the true heroes

[all-gummed-up-inside]

I’ve cleared my inbox!!! I am no longer as busy with school!!! And I am ready to take requests once more!!!

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Can I request henchman 21 x reader dating head canons , you are so epic thanks yous

OOOUUGGGHHH Good taste good taste! Gary is a very surprisingly deep character, I had a lot of fun writing for him!

Gary / Henchman 21

Gary is a bit awkward in both the early relationship and pre-relationship crushing stage. His cheeks flush a bit, he stutters a bit when talking to you, and he takes on a better posture in an attempt to make himself seem more put together and confident around you. Other than this, he doesn’t really change too much about how he talks to you / how he himself acts

 This is because he is a firm believer in the concept of getting his crush to love the ‘real him’, he never hides who he is or what he likes and is ecstatic that you return his affections especially because of this. He’d probably be the type to wait to be confessed too, but will confess if he has a long-term crush.

Gary is a massive nerd, like canon. He will 100% talk your ear off about Marvel movies, Star Trek, Star Wars, and all sorts of other media. He gives you the same grace, offering an ear to listen whenever you feel comfortable enough to be open about your interests

Common Dates include: Different media Conventions, Movie nights and theater trips, shopping and taking walks together

He tries to keep his relationship with you separate from his working/henching life as much as possible, but with how over-eager The Monarch is you’ve probably at least met Gary’s bosses if not become odd friends with them

Gary is a very service-oriented lover, protecting and helping you makes him feel like he really matters to you, and that you appreciate him and his abilities

Best hugger, literally like ever. It’s the chunky stomach and muscular arms combo, nothing feels more secure than when he wraps his arms around you after a tiring day of henching

Common Pet Names include: Honey, Baby, Babe, Ashayam (And other Star Trek / Nerdy types), Angel (in more tender moments)

[dozing-composing]

would you do gary nsfw headcanons? :3

You.... I've Been Waiting For People Like You! ☆ 18+ Activities, DNI If You Are Uncomfortable With Suggestive/Sexual Themes And Content ↓ NSFW Below ���

✦ Roughly 6 inches with a slight upward bend, tip is shade #CE96A8. It's also a sizeable girth, he's real thick. ✦ Top Kinks: bondage, light BDSM, lingerie, roleplay, praise ⤷ Tell him how much of a good boy he is while he's fucking you gently. Nine times out of ten, he'll cum on the spot. ✦ He'd be into shower sex too. Just you and him going down on each other as the water softly hits your skin. Things get steamy pretty quick. ✦ Favorite Position: missionary with your legs over his shoulders OR you bent over and him taking you from behind. He loves seeing you from all angles. ✦ FACE SITTING.. This man would beg for you to ride his face, especially early in the morning when you're both just waking up. ✦ Normally, he's gentle. He'll take things slow and only do things you consent to. He's also very touchy. His hands constantly roam and glide over your body. However, there are times where he's pent up and needs to have a good release from it all. ✦ He's pretty vanilla in bed, not having too many preferences. Although, he's not opposed to trying new things with you. He'd do anything with you as long as it doesn't hurt you. This means no knifeplay or anything like that. Now, if it's something like spanking you, he'd instantly have you bent over his knee and leave red hand marks. ✦ It doesn't take much to turn him on. Sitting on his lap will do the trick majority of the time. Instant boner once you mount him. He'd grip your hips and make you grind against his bulge. ✦ Would really like for you to relieve some stress after each grueling mission from the monarch. ⤷ Him coming back and you sucking him off to relax him >>> ✦ Speaking of, when it comes to blowjobs, he's the type to hold you by the head as you're taking him in inch by inch. Loves when your teeth grazes his cock while you're doing it, too. ✦ On special occasions, and if you're up for it, he'd have you dress up as his favorite movie/book/game character and partake in some roleplay. He'd do the same if you're into that. ✦ Aftercare king. He's cleaning up the mess. He's massaging your thighs. He's nuzzling into you. He's asking you if you're okay and if you need anything. He's a total sweetheart.

[salty-ass-simp]

the fanfic I was writing didn't save, I am going to violently vomit<3:D✨️

the only good thing is that I remember it, I am crying.

slightly🪩🦐

and it was gonna have Sheila and Gary in it😔

[harveybwabbit92]

[Geed being held hostage by an alien Nackle and says he'll let him go if R/n and Belial give themselves up.]

R/n & Belial, both know it's a load of crap:

{R/n (in her giant form) starts quietly forming a floating icicle Arrow behind Nackle's head, Belial already knows what his wife intends to do.]

Belial, sitting on R/n's shoulder: Geed, can you close your eyes?

Geed: Of course.

Belial: Then do it...

[Geed shuts his eyes (the lights turn off) as R/n telepathically pulls the icicle forward; Geed feels something warm splatter on his face and felt his stomach churn as a dead weight slumps against him...]

Geed, warily: I can't open them yet, can I?

R/n: Nope.

[viceroywrites]

private show

part one of three - henchman 21 x camstar!reader

ao3 ver here

Gary ends up stumbling upon your profile on a camstar website 24 had mentioned to him. He quickly becomes your most loyal viewer and top tipper.

So why not reward him with a private show?

(Set during Season 3/Pre-Two Ton 21)

cw: smut ahead includes the following: reader is a sex worker/camstar, usage of sex toys. 18+ only, minors dni.

To say Gary’s romantic life was non-existent was the understatement of the year.

Becoming a henchman at the age of 15 and his only social interactions being hanging out with 24 around the cocoon, it made sense why. There were little to no opportunities to meet someone outside of the Guild world since being a henchman was a 24/7 job. Gary hadn’t even told his mom that he was a henchman - how was he supposed to break that news to a potential girlfriend. The only romance Gary experienced nowadays was a one-sided pining crush on his boss’ now-wife, Sheila.

Somehow during one of his and 24’s hangouts, 24 had mentioned a particular cam model website that he perused every so often when the two had gotten into a discussion about what material they use to “relieve themselves.” Out of sheer curiosity, Gary looked into the site the following evening, clicking through cam model after model. About to call it quits and fall back on his classic spank bank material, his eyes widen at the sight of you, quickly clicking on your photo to tune into your live. 

He can already feel the material of his pajama pants tighten despite it looking like he arrived at the very end of your stream, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat as you were wrapped up in a fuzzy robe. Gary’s hand drifts lower, palming his thick bulge through his pants, your voice a bit raspy after what he assumed was an intense cam session, adding to the allure. Unlike the other models who seemed like they had a rehearsed script of moans and dirty talk, you spoke casually to your chat, answering questions casually. 

“No, guys, no matter how much you tip, I’m not going another round. Are you trying to kill me?” You chuckle, watching as the comments stream in. Your eyes scan over the sea of comments, playfully responding to a few of your regular viewers who often tipped generously. Gary watched in want, almost longing for your attention as your soft laughter sent shivers down his spine, continuing to stroke himself through his pajama pants. You let out a yawn, the fatigue slowly hitting you. “Alright, I’m about to knock out, guys. Any last words before I end the live?”

Gary’s not sure if it was pure horniness or a longing to get a sliver of your attention that drove his hands to reach up, pausing their ministrations as his fingers type out a response. 

‘Dude, I came in just 3 minutes ago but you’re actually stunning.’ - guest account

Your eyebrows raise at the guest comment since most guest accounts just pop in quietly, and then dip. Your lips curl into a tired grin, realizing whoever this commenter is came in late, but still stuck around just to hear you ramble for the last 3 minutes.

“Why thank you, mysterious guest commenter! Sorry to hear you missed the fun. I promise you I look better without the robe but you’ll just have to tune in next time to see, won’t you?” You reply with a wink. Gary stares at his screen in awe, shocked that you noticed his comment amidst the sea of responses spamming you for a response. “Oh fuck…” He whines, stroking his cock with renewed vigor through the fabric as his mind drifts to the thought of your soft skin underneath the robe.

“Good night everyone! Thanks for tuning in!” You say, blowing one final kiss to the camera which Gary groans at, cumming prematurely right as the screen cuts to black. Staring back at his reflection, he curses, glancing down at his now ruined pajama pants, “Oh dude, I just washed these!” 

After quickly changing his pants and boxers, Gary finds himself snooping through your profile. He figures out through your bio that you typically are live two times a week - once on Wednesday nights and once on Saturdays. Despite just cumming, he feels his erection begin to grow again as he clicks through your gallery, seeing photos of you in different states of undress from lingerie to topless but no full nudity. 

In a matter of seconds, Gary finds himself creating a profile with the username Viceroy and follows your profile, eager for your next live.

–

Over the span of the last few months, Gary had become a regular on your stream, joining right on time and usually being one of the first people to leave a comment with a small tip. He had set a reminder on his phone so he knew when you were going live, dropping whatever task he was doing as long as he wasn’t on an arch with the Monarch to go watch. 

His new found obsession with you was no secret as it became a common topic of conversation with his best friend.

“Dude, you should totally ask for a private show. I mean you’ve tipped on every single live and you’re a moderator for her chat! She’s totally into you.” 24 said excitedly as they both exited the lunchroom after enjoying Wednesday’s buffalo wings.

“Oh god no! I’m totally fine watching them through a screen, thank you very much. Besides, if she took one look at me, she’d run for the hills.” Gary sighed, reaching down to cup his stomach. 

“Aw, come on, dude, don’t get all self-deprecating on me. Total mood killer.” 24 nudges his friend’s side, hoping to lighten the mood, “You never know, some girls love chubby guys, they say they’re better to cuddle with.”

“She did say during a live that she prefers guys with a little more weight to them.. Maybe I might have a shot.” Gary perks up, the pair making their way down the long purple hallway back to their rooms. He feels his cell phone vibrating in the pocket of his henchman uniform, fishing it out. A notification flashes on his screen, indicating that you’re about to go live. 

“Oh dude, she’s live. I gotta go!”

Just as they round the corner, they run into the Monarch who stops them in their tracks, “21, 24, I need you both bright and early tomorrow to do some reconnaissance at Venture’s gay little summer camp he’s hosting.”

“Didn’t your wife say you weren’t allowed to arch Venture anymore?” 24 questioned with Gary chiming in while checking his phone, antsy to get back to his room, “Yeah, she’ll probably notice 24 and I are missing and she’ll know right away where we are.”

“Hmm, you’re right. Maybe I get those lousy moppets of hers to do it for me. Though even speaking to those two gives me the creeps.” Malcolm shudders with his henchman nodding in agreement.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you ask us to do these things all the time, I mean you have 100 other henchmen right?” 24 comments to which Malcolm shakes his head, “No way, most of the henchmen that are ranked above you haven’t even been here for a year. You and 21 are my most loyal men, considering you two stuck around and didn’t ditch me for Monstroso. You know how this whole operation works.” 

Seeing the time continue to tick away, Gary interrupts their conversation, “Sorry boss, I really gotta go! See ya later! ” He scurries off, leaving the two behind.

“Where the hell is he running off to?” The Monarch says in confusion.

“Oh, he got super into this camstar website I told him about and he watches this one model on there religiously.” 24 replies casually.

“Dude! Why did you tell him that?” Gary’s voice echoes down the hallway, picking up what 24 said right before he ran out of ear shot.

“What the hell was I supposed to say? Your mom was calling? That’s even more embarrassing, might as well tell him the truth.” 24 yelled to which Malcolm pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“I can’t believe you two are my most capable men.”

-

You had just started your live stream, making sure your ring lights surrounding your bed were properly set up before sitting back on the edge of the bed.

You look over the comments, greeting each person as they came into the room and left a tip. Though in reality, you were anxiously waiting for a particular someone - Viceroy.

He started popping into your lives in the last few months, leaving small but consistent tips and attending every single live with a few exceptions here and there. What made him stand out from the rest of the crowd was his sweet yet dorky nature. Most people, even your top tippers, would keep the conversation purely sexual or casual. At some point in the live show, Viceroy always left a sweet message, either wishing you a good night, or asking you if you’ve watched any of the shows he recommended.

The dynamic that you had with him did not go unnoticed by your other viewers who either got green-eyed with envy and tried to catch your attention with more generous tips or encouraged the banter between you two. 

After a few instances of some viewers getting a bit too jealous and becoming aggressive in their comments, you had decided it would be best to get a chat moderator and you found yourself naturally gravitating towards his profile, sending him a private message and asking if he would mind managing the chat moving forward.

Outside of that, you two only interacted during lives which had your curiosity peaking each time you went live. 

What was he like behind the screen?

What were his interests and hobbies?

What did he do for a living?

What did he look like?

You admittedly did some stalking on his profile which resulted in no answer to your many questions, his profile blank outside of his age and a profile picture of a yellow butterfly.

‘Guess he’s running late, I’ll get started then.’ You think to yourself as it has been a good 3 minutes of waiting and your audience was getting antsy, wondering when you were going to start.

“Alright guys, which toy should I use today?” You ask with a smile, reaching behind you to grab two objects - a vibrant yellow dildo in your right hand and a pink vibrator in your left.

“I know the vibrator’s a classic on my streams but I figured I’d throw in another option.” You say as you watch the comments flood in, requesting their choice while also throwing in other suggestions for other toys.

‘Let’s go with the classic!’

‘How about that rose toy you used a few weeks ago?’

‘Yellow dildo!’

“Looks like the yellow dildo has won!” You try to say enthusiastically though there’s a hint of disappointment as Viceroy has yet to log in. You let out a deep breath, trying to push down the feeling to get through the rest of the stream. 

“Let’s get started, shall we?” You say with a smile, slowly dragging up the material of your oversized shirt to reveal your bare chest to the camera.

-

“Oh, please don’t end early today!” Gary groans, pulling down the hood of his henchman costume as he scrambles to grab his old laptop. His fingers immediately fly to click on the bookmarked page he had for your profile and his jaw almost hits the floor at the sight that greets him, scrambling to grab his wired headphones as your sighs and moans begin to play from the speaker. 

Your legs are spread, back against the headboard with a few pillows propped up against your lower back and head for extra comfort. Sweat begins to bead at your forehead, your head thrown back in pleasure as the tip of your dildo presses deeper. In between your trembling thighs, your juices cause the yellow toy to glisten each time it glides out of you. You’re completely exposed to the camera, the audience seeing how the toy stretches you out.

Your toes curl as your free hand that was cupping your breast slides down to rub your sensitive clit. Your eyes flutter open to scan over your chat, your lips breaking out into a lazy grin at the sight of the familiar username popping up on screen.

‘So sorry I’m late! New toy?’ - Viceroy

You immediately perked up at the sight of his comment. You let out a shaky chuckle, continuing to pleasure yourself, replying to Gary’s comment immediately. “Yeah, it’s new. Hope you like it though you could have voted on it if you came in earlier.” You tease before shifting your attention to the other comments in the chat. 

To say that Gary liked it was an understatement as he whipped off the utility belt of his henchman costume, pushing the pants down. His cock was already erect at the sight. Something about seeing the yellow dildo - a color that he donned daily - gliding in and out of you turning him on even more. His fingers wrap around the base of the shaft, beginning to slowly stroke as he tries to keep in tempo with you. 

‘I was here on time!’

‘Dude, you always get her attention.’

‘Potential collab in the future between Viceroy and you? That’d be pretty hot.’

Your lips curl in amusement at the comments, “Now, now, behave everyone. You’ve all got my attention.” You assure your viewers though you can’t deny in your head that the thought of having Viceroy in the same room as you - despite not knowing anything about his appearance - caused you to clench tighter around the toy that is stretching you out. “Mm, collab with Viceroy, huh?” You say breathlessly, your voice hitching as you feel your first orgasm of the night slowly building. “Well, what do you think, Viceroy? Would you be up for it?”

Meanwhile, on his side of the screen, Gary's eyes roam over your body, wishing he could replace the toy between your thighs with his fingers, tongue, cock - anything to just get a taste of you.“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Gary groans, his hand picking up the pace. He feels his length throb as you call out his username, eyes widening at your proposal that he has only ever imagined in his wildest fantasies. His free hand fumbles across the keyboard, typing out an eager yet short response, sending a small tip attached to it.

‘With you? Absolutely.’ - Viceroy

After seeing Viceroy’s comment, you bite down on your lower lip. Typically, your cam sessions were strictly business for you - strip, seduce your audience, pleasure yourself, banter and then log off. However, you can’t ignore the skip of your heartbeat at this stranger’s comment and your mind begins to drift, imagining the dildo that is filling you up is Viceroy’s cock. Your toes curl as you suddenly pick up the pace and you shakily reply, “Well, maybe we can make that happen.”

“Oh god yes, please, please..” Gary pleads, having a vice grip around the base of his shaft as he attempts to hold off his fast approaching orgasm. He tried his best to pace himself during your cam sessions, having one too many instances where he got too eager and ended up cumming only a few minutes into your stream. His free hand clumsily reaches over to his nightstand, fumbling to grab a few tissues as he tries to time his orgasm with yours, the fantasy of filling you to the brim with his seed usually running through his head.

Your sighs, whimpers and moans were a symphony to his ears as his hand began to move again, sensing that your own orgasm was approaching. Gary hated to admit it but over the course of these last few months, he had memorized every little movement, twitch, shift in pitch of your voice that indicated when you were getting close. To put it bluntly, he was obsessed.

“Oh fuck…’ Your breath hitched, the tip of your dildo brushing against a particular spot that made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Your body felt like mush, melting into the sheets, as you continued to imagine Viceroy’s body on top of yours, the thought of large hands digging into your skin as he thrusts mercilessly into you. “I’m close..” You whimper out, your vision getting blurry that you can barely make out the flurry of comments and tips that flood the chat.

However, you’re able to make out one simple command out of all of them.

‘Please cum for me.’ - Viceroy

The knot in your stomach suddenly releases as the white hot sensation of your orgasm hits you, practically causing you to gasp and cry out in ecstasy. Your free hand grips the sheets tightly, riding out the intensity of it. Your chest heaves up and down, catching your breath. You slowly pull the dildo out of you, revealing the sticky mess you had created. Sitting up, you give the audience a playful grin, deciding to rile them up - particularly Viceroy - one last time. Your lips part, your tongue laying flat against the plastic as you taste your own juices. Your tongue glides up and down slowly, eyes gazing seductively at the camera while you lap up the remnants of your cum. 

Watching you give your dildo a blowjob was driving Gary crazy, trying to envision his fingers focusing in on his swollen tip were your lips suctioned tightly around him. He can’t hold back any longer, gasping out your name as his sticky, white load splashes onto the keyboard, the tissues he had tried to prepare long forgotten by his thick thigh. “Oh gross, now the keys are all sticky...” He whines, grabbing the tissues and trying to wipe off the cum. Realizing the tissues weren’t going to cut it, he reluctantly steps away to retrieve some wipes that he kept in his bedside drawer.

Preoccupied with cleaning his mess as he meticulously runs the wipe over each key, hoping he wasn’t accidentally typing out some random strings of characters into chat, Gary’s gaze looks up to see you, having slid your shirt back on, signing off for the evening. “Huh, she usually sticks around for a bit longer to chat… must be tired.” He comments to himself, tossing the wipes into the waste bin. With ‘Stream Ended’ flashing on his screen, Gary is about to close out of the tab but he pauses at the sight of a notification in his inbox.

“What could that be?” He wonders, clicking on the notification in curiosity. Gary’s eyes widen as he sees your username, quickly opening the message. He nearly faints on the spot. He thought you were joking, simply bantering with him through the screen like you do with everyone else. Never in his wildest dreams could he have predicted the message that was on the screen:

‘So I wasn’t joking about that collaboration… but I figured, since you’ve been so loyal to me these past few months, how about a private session first? I’d love to put a face to your username, Viceroy.’