#venture drabble

[froggibus]

do u have any ideas for full nelson smut with venture? obsessed with sex rocks! atm 😵‍💫

hey hey! that's so sweet, i'm so glad you liked it! sorry its taken me so long to get to this, i got distracted lol !! thoughts beneath the cut!

sloan would LOVE full nelson. any position where they could manhandle you and show off how strong they are is an immediate yes.

they'll pick you up beneath your thighs and drag you up and down their cock like you weigh nothing, groaning about how much they love to use you and how good you feel clenching around them

totally gets carried away and accidentally stuffs you full of cum >~< you'll be totally overstimmed and fucked out but they'll keep nipping at your neck and begging for just "one more" (its never just 'one' more)

they ESPECIALLY love full nelson when you're being a brat! they get to be totally in control so if you've been a total tease, you're about to get what you deserve. they'll have you crying out and begging for them to let you cum within ten minutes (its honestly impressive)

(sorry this isn't a full length fic! i've never done a drabble before (does this count as a drabble?) but ive had so many Ven reqs i just don't feel very inspired for them atm :( hope this is okay!)

[ya-zz]

Venture Drabble

“Look at this cool rock I stumbled upon during my last expedition!” Their voice rang loud as they scurried closer to you, holding what seemed to be an average looking rock with both of their hands.

You stare at the rock then back at them, a warm smile on your face. “You always find the coolest stones.”

“I know!” They end up rambling on about the nature of the stone, listing its properties. “This one has such a funky texture too, touch it!” Venture takes a hold of your hand and places it upon the rock, letting you feel the ‘funky’ texture.

“You’re right…” you can’t help but admire the way they act; so bouncy and full of life, as if nothing could hurt them either mentally or emotionally.

“I want you to have it.” They push the rock into your hands, toothy grin shining under the light.

“What? No! I couldn’t! You found it.”

“I insist!” You could tell they wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Besides, I have plenty of cool rocks back at my study, this one belongs to you.”

“I- thank you.”

Venture grins wide once more, fumbling around with their coat pockets. A slight blush forms on their cheeks as they speak softly, almost a mumble.

“If I find any cooler ones, I’ll be sure to give them to you…”

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KOFI

[wandaslovey]

bunny: you guys have so much money. have you ever thought about hiring a chef or a maid?

wanda: i would rather die before letting someone else have free use of my kitchen or snoop around in places they don’t belong.

natasha: yeah… wanda has some control issues - if you couldn’t tell.

[viceroywrites]

gary fischer’s love language is acts of service.

this man’s whole life purpose is to serve, why do you think he has hench for life plastered across his stomach?

you run out of something? he will go out of his way after an arch to pick it up for you.

you’re exhausted and don’t have the energy to get out of bed? boom, takes care of any chores or errands you had to do that day.

he knows you had a rough day? he’s at your door with takeout, and a grocery bag filled with your favorite snacks.

“so i didn’t know what flavor of ice cream you wanted so i just picked up three different kinds?” gary explains, emptying the contents of the grocery bag.

“gare, you didn’t have to do all this.” you say in awe, staring down at the pints of ice cream before you.

fuck, he even remembered what three flavors you like the best from this brand.

gary looks up at you in confusion, like you had just told him that the monarch finally let go of his grudge against rusty, “why wouldn’t i? you had a shitty day, and i can’t have you in a bad mood before our DnD campaign tonight. unless you wanna cancel tonight, which im totally cool with.”

you walk over to him, embracing him tightly. your nose nuzzling against his blue flannel shirt as you peer up at him, “you’re the best, thanks gare.”

[bumblebeeig]

falling asleep in sloans arms while you both lay in bed together…………. dreamy siiigh

[venture4treasure]

“Of course I dream of more”

Words: 952

Premise: Servant!Reader washes Noble!Venture hair. They have a conversation. 

Warnings: A bit of forbidden love and mutual pining, but otherwise nothing! 

“Lay down,” you instruct, gesturing at the cot – the edge of the bed frame is pressed against a tub of water. 

Venture does as you tell them, tilting their head back into the water. They try to look at you, but you’re a bit too far out of their peripheral vision. 

Pulling over a stool to sit down across from Venture, you dip your hand into the tub of water, it’s a pleasant warm temperature. You splash water onto dry locks of hair before reaching to brush back their bangs, submerging them. You’ve barely done anything and you can see dirt muddying the clear water.

“Thanks for making it warm,” Venture relaxes. 

“As opposed to… cold?” You raise a brow, “why would it be cold”. 

“Some of the other servants don’t bother with warm water,” Venture pouts, “I’m starting to think they hate me”. 

“I’m starting to think I might hate you,” you comment, brushing your hand through their hair and watching debris wash out, “how do you even get so much filth into your hair? Weren’t you supposed to be sword training today?” 

Venture laughs awkwardly. 

“Sloan…” you drawl. 

“Well… I may have been helping out in the mines instead today”. 

“The mines? Isn’t that below your station?” 

“They tell some of the best stories! Besides, father doesn’t need to know”. 

You sigh in disbelief, switching to massaging soap into their hair and head. Venture stops themselves from whatever they were planning to say to lean into your touch. You chase off the silence by humming fragments of a song you heard in passing – it’s not good singing but Venture doesn’t mind, they like to hear your voice. 

“So, do you ever think about doing something different from this?” Venture asks, waving their hand in the air.

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, don’t you ever want to try something different? A different line of work, like being a scholar! God, I wish father would’ve let me just study instead of trying to shape me up into some kind of perfect heir to the family – that’s what Mauga’s gonna be anyways!” Venture groans. 

You chuckle at their whining. 

“No, not really,” you answer, “I don’t think there’s anything else I can do to earn money. I am very lucky and grateful to be doing this in the first place”.

Venture goes quiet, their expression drops into a thoughtful one. They turn over the idea of needing money to live in their mind, it’s a concept so far detached from their day to day life, they don’t really understand it. There was always food if they were hungry, nice clothes for any occasion they could think of, and there was always a roof to go home to. Everything they needed was always there within arms reach.

“If you had the money, what would you do?” Venture wonders, both to you and themselves, “like, a lot of money”.

“I’d find a teacher to show me how to read and write,” you answer without hesitation, “and then… maybe I would travel to different kingdoms. I’d like to dance in those big ballrooms at least once. And… I’d probably find someone who treats me well to settle down with, in a nice and safe house close enough to the city market”. 

Venture glances up at you, taking in your face. Your eyes sparkle dreamily, a soft smile on your lips. Their heart aches at the sight combined with your words. 

You shake yourself out of the fantasy, “but my life now isn’t so bad either, it could be so much worse”. 

“What is your life right now?” 

“Right now, I work for your family, it pays enough to support me. One day, I’ll probably marry someone who’ll want kids, and I’ll try to raise them right…” you slightly cringe at your own reality, “protect them if I have to. I just hope I marry someone decent…” 

“You don’t plan to choose?” 

“I don’t really get a choice,” you shrug, “I have nothing to my name, I’ll probably just marry someone like me. Have kids so there’s someone to support me when I grow old. That’s how it usually goes”.

Venture doesn’t like your answers, they want to see you as happy as you were to share your dream. 

“Sit up a bit please,” you nudge them forward, and Venture pulls their hair from the dirty water so you can rinse out the soap. You comb their hair and lightly scratch their scalp as you clean away the soap. 

“Mann, that feels so nice”.

You make a noise of acknowledgement. 

Finally you’re done with their hair – you always forget how much of a pain it is when it gets dirt tangled in it. You wrap a towel over it so it doesn’t drip onto their clothes. 

“Okay, I’m done”, you announce, getting up to stretch. 

 Venture almost makes a noise of disappointment.

“Hey,” Venture calls out your name lightly, “would you like it if I taught you how to read and write?” 

You turn to face them, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “why?” 

They walk over to you, taking your hands into theirs. 

“Because I think you deserve to have a chance at happiness,” they smile, and there’s so much more they want to say, but they keep it to themselves. 

Your face heats up from the touch.

“Ah-” you stammer, “that would be nice, I’d really like that. Thank you”. 

Venture glows at your reaction, smiling wide. 

“Okay, now help me dry my hair, pleaseee,” they beg. 

“You can do that yourself”.

“I’m going to shake”.

“Do not threaten me,” you shoot back.

Venture holds your stare with determination in their eyes and you falter. 

“Okay, fine!” 

Author’s Note: I realized afterward that this setup doesn’t make sense at all and there’s so many logical issues with the concept but I really wanted to write it anyways. Spare me :( 

Mauga is Venture’s older brother in this. 

I just wanted an excuse to write about Venture’s hair. It’s so fluffy and needs to be appreciated. And they most definitely would shake to dry themselves and splash water everywhere. 

[prince0fpaints]

Venture nation

I offer some silly drabble from my Wattpad due to the ice cream skin for Venture coming out!

Warnings: None! Just some fluff and self indulgence!

___ = Readers name!

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Enjoy!

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 Sweltering heat, that's all you felt, the sun's rays were brutal and ruthless. Beads of salty sweat seeping down your forehead, just struggling to walk. All you wanted to do was go to the pool and relax, however, you decided against going due to the sheer amount of people at the local oasis. Currently, you were on a long 7 year trek back to your sanctuary, What an overstatement! You were 20 minutes away from your apartment. Truly you were quite the drama queen/king/royal. You were desperate for some form of relief from the sun. The sunblock that you had been wearing felt like it ran out, your skin was burning up and you needed to get inside fast. Luckily, you were close enough to the local Ice cream shop so it would be a perfect refuge from the rays that beat down on your poor body. Rounding the corner, you found yourself face to face with a crowd of people, not as gigantic as those at the pool, thankfully just a bit smaller. You sighed deeply with a smile as you stepped into the perfectly cool shop, you decided that a cone of your favorite ice cream treat would soothe that heat that ever so slowly subsided. "Hi, Welcome to- Oh ___! Didn't expect you to be out today, what are you up to?" That voice, the beautiful pitch and the smile in their tone, Sloane, Your lover. "Sloane! Ah, I tried to go to the pool today but I guess everyone had the same Idea, so I was heading home and then stopped over here!" Sloan smiled at you, lips together before opening to let that chipped tooth of theirs show, so cute. "Well I'd be happy to treat you to some Ice cream! I was just about to go on break!" You smile, looking incredibly relieved as you nodded in agreement. "I'll go find a spot outside, well, I'll try to." You offer a half hearted chuckle, only for them to grab your hand, leading you to the back door of the shop. You were equally confused and willing to go anywhere with them. "Don't worry about it, it's way too packed out there, let's just go to the back!" Who were you to refuse? The back of the building was well kept, a small area designed for breaks for when the workers weren't that busy, and today you and Sloane had it all to yourselves. Blue, That was the color of the Ice cream that Sloane was currently munching on, stopping every so often due to an intense bout of brain freeze. You couldn't hold in your chuckle as they looked at you in a cartoonish manner. "What? Is there something on my face?" You say nothing and yet they know. You delicately cleaned their face as they lean forward into your touch. You mirror their action, leaning closer with the excuse, "I think I missed a spot." They didn't mind, they loved your attention. As proof their lips met yours, soft, and warm, yet still cold and with a faint taste of blue raspberry. Hm, Who knew cold kisses would taste so sweet. 

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I would be happy to post more works if this is well received. ^^

[thedaselcor]

Flufftober Day 8 - Chopping/Piling Firewood

Pharah wiped her brow on the back of her glove as she threw the of the wood with the rest of the cord. She couldn’t help but finally register that Venture had been staring a while.

“What are you staring at?” she asked nervously.

“You? My muscley, rippling, super hot girlfriend being all tough and chopping firewood like a mountain woman? What else would I be staring at.”

Pharah laughed softly, “you’re just saying that.”

“You’re joking right? Have you seen you?”

Then, before Pharah could turn away, all blushy and bashful, Venture caught her in a long, sweet, kiss.

[hitsuzenhusbands]

how do you ask for reqs on here... i got an inbox and a strawpage . do your worst

[fslushies]

EXCUSE ME, THE VENTURE BROS MOVIE, THE ENDING. HDBSBBWJS!

[freeroam]

hwuh im going thru and editing old phone notes

sum sorta angsty fluff. zo needs to open up more (and i need to take my own advice)

[ya-zz]

We know Venture is pretty strong already, but imagine them air jail-ing their s/o when they annoy them/get on Sloan's nerves

"Come here." They demanded, chasing you around the apartment. It wasn't a hostile chase, though there was a hint of irritation in Sloan's voice.

"No, you ain't catching me!" Despite the giggle that escaped you, there was a small panic that was rooted inside of you. You knew you had pissed them off and didn't want to suffer with the consequences.

You heard Sloan tut before cornering you in the living room. You were smaller than them, not by much, but you certainly were weaker.

Approaching you, their arms held out, you shake your head, the smirk fading as you realise you're trapped. They come closer before grabbing you under the arms and lifting you up with ease.

"Now think about what you have done." Sloan cocks their head to the side as they stare up at you.

"I am not a puppy, put me down." You demand, unable to fight back.

Sloan shakes their head with a chuckle. "Nuh uh. I will hold you here until you're done pouting."

"You'll be holding me until your arms give out."

Sloan smirks. "That'll be awhile. You do realise I have held heavier, right?"

"Shut up."

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KOFI

[wandaslovey]

bunny: but ‘m not even tired.

natasha: i can make you tired…

wanda: natalia, she needs to sleep, not more orgasms. she’s spoiled enough.

bunny: am not!

wandanat: are too.

[viceroywrites]

monarch a trois drabble inspired by this early season gary smoking screenshot

gary could count on one hand the amount of times he's smoked a cigarette.

first was during his early days of being a henchman for the monarch. freshly turned 18 and wanting to fit in, he almost hacked up a lung after smoking it.

second was another time with the henchmen, wanting to look cool and badass after seeing brock smoke.

third was when 24 died. it probably would have become a consistent habit if it weren't for him moving back in with his mom who had zero tolerance for it.

fourth was tonight.

gary was having a bit of a quarter life crisis - realizing he has been living with the monarchs since he was in middle school. that his whole life was wrapped up in theirs. that as the years go by, how capable could he really be as a henchman?

while the trio's dynamic had shifted to a romantic relationship, gary couldn't help but feel insecure in his role in it all. even though he had entered an exclusive relationship with the two, the old feeling of worry began to rise to the surface - what if he was just an add on to their fun like he felt when he found out they were swingers.

an add on that could be replaced the moment they got bored.

out of fear, gary began searching for apartments.

maybe he needed to learn how to be out on his own again.

while him and malcolm were watching house of the dragon in the living room, malcolm had asked to borrow gary's phone to order takeout - leading him to see a text from a landlord asking gary when he would be able to tour the apartment.

needless to say, that interaction did not go well with gary attempting to explain himself but fumbling over his words and malcolm's emotions getting the best of him, storming off into him and sheila's bedroom and slamming the door.

gary's pleas through the door were met with silence and so he surrendered, making his way outside and bumming a cigarette from sheila's stash she kept in one of the drawers in the kitchen.

he sat on the porch steps, blowing a cloud of smoke into the cold air. a sleek black limo pulls up to the residence, a guild operative coming out of the front to open the door. sheila steps out, dressed in a black trenchcoat over her guild uniform. the sound of her heeled boots hit the concrete as she wishes the guild operative a good evening before turning her attention to gary.

her eyes widen at the sight of the cigarette nestled between his fingers, seeing the smoke pluming from it. "so you wanna tell me what happened tonight?" sheila sighed, taking a seat next to gary as she takes off her hat, flattening out the stray hairs that got messed up, "because i got a frantic text from the monarch saying you were leaving again."

gary groaned at the choice of words malcolm used, "he was using my phone to order take out and saw a text from a landlord asking when i wanted to tour an apartment."

sheila blinked in surprise at this new information, digesting it herself. no wonder malcolm was upset - he thought gary was abandoning them. "mind telling me why you were looking at apartments?"

gary paused, anxiety bubbling in his chest. if he expressed how he felt, would his worst fears be confirmed? he took a breath before looking over at sheila, "what am i to you guys? am i just another add on to you and the monarch's fun?"

sheila's hand reaches out to rest on gary's knee reassuringly, squeezing it firmly, "gary, where is this coming from? you're not just another person we swing with. i thought we made this very clear when we asked you to join our relationship."

gary sighs, his insecurities bubbling to the surface as he finally dumps all his emotions out there, "i don't know... i just feel my life has been all about you and the monarch and i don't hate it by any means.. but what if i lose my muscle as i get older? what if i stop being a good henchmen? then what good am i to you guys?"

sheila scoots closer to gary, "give me the cigarette, i need a smoke too." gary passes the stick over to her, watching as she takes a drag before blowing it away from gary's direction. "i know you think you're only around because you're useful to us but i speak for the both of us when i say that you're not just a number to us anymore. you're not just a henchman, you're our partner." sheila explains.

"but... i understand your concerns. you need a contingency plan just in case henching doesn't work out long term." sheila offers, "how about we start small? have you considered taking community college courses? i know you got your ged."

gary stares at sheila for a good minute before slapping his forehead, "god, of course. why didn't i think of that?' sheila gives a throaty chuckle, taking one last puff of the cigarette before passing it back to gary.

"you and the monarch both rush into action without a game plan, it's almost hilarious." sheila grins before pointing out, "i didn't know you smoked... never seen you pick up a cigarette in all these years."

"i only smoke when i'm super stressed about something." gary explains a hint of pink tinging his cheeks as he realized this was the first time sheila had seen him smoking. sheila leans over to press a kiss on gary's temple which ends up being poor timing as malcolm meanders out to the front in his robe, wondering where his wife is.

"pookums, where are you?" he whines before pausing at the sight, "you're supposed to be comforting me, not that traitor!"

gary winced at the choice of words and sheila smiled, rolling her eyes, "sweetie, calm down. gary's not leaving us, he's just had a lot on his mind that he wasn't sharing with us. we should all go inside to have a chat."

"fine.." malcolm mutters, still on the defense with his arms crossed.

his sharp eyes key into the cigarette in gary's fingers.

"you smoke too?!"

[bumblebeeig]

some drabble between me working cause im thinking!!!!

but imagine just. waking up next to sloan… their adorable resting face while they’re asleep, soft breaths as their chest rises and falls, their messy chocolate colored hair. everything about them is just soo perfect to wake up to in the morning.

you gently graze your fingers against their soft cheek, smiling. you couldn’t be more happy to have them next to you like this.

and when you get up to start your morning, preparing breakfast for you and your partner, you feel their strong arms gently wrap around your waist while you’re making pancakes. they nuzzle their face into the crook of your neck, letting out a tired sigh.

“good morning, sleepyhead.” you chuckle, continuing to work on breakfast.

“hmm.. good morning, babyy…” they mutter into your neck, their voice muffled. their hand gently rubbing your side up and down.

[spotsupstuff]

is it still canon that feesh loses his head after he collapses? i assume that means tinkerer meets him before he's collapsed, is she still around when that happens?

yep! still all safe and canon- head and half a chest gone

Tinkerer is around a little bit after the Artificer's time (since Seaf courted Arti and later adopts Tinktink into his mishmash family) so there is still a lot of time between her life and his collapse. he's gonna host a Lot of scav generations before his legs kick the metaphorical bucket

i'm now not sure if i posted the first doodle with him like this, but he's still using his hand normally there n that isn't possible with new headcanons now so just in case i'll add: without a head and so much damage done to the organic puppet innards, the puppet is pretty much dead. consciousness/electric shocks from the umbilical arm connection still can force the body to jerkily move and there's still a weak supply of nutrients and water going into it automatically so one could say it's constantly bleeding, though