#Bob Saginowski

[lyralu91]

YESSS, @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler 😭😭😭 The AMOUNT of gifs I could post here... Fuck. We'd be here all day.

[tomhardymyking]

I realised that this year his film 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒑, where he plays 𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝗸𝗶, turns 10 years old 😮

So, I wanted to make a special post remembering this character 💖🥰

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Me di cuenta de que en este año su película 𝑳𝒂 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂, donde interpreta a 𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝗸𝗶, cumple 10 años 😮

Así que, quería hacer una publicación especial recordando a este personaje 💖🥰

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[hecatemoon87]

Warnings ⚠️ smut. Minors DNI

Master list

Part VI - sorry, no editing first draft. Hopefully, it is still enjoyable.

Bob picked up a red pen and wrote a big X on the calendar. One day down, seven more to go.

He was counting down the days left of being in the priesthood and when he could officially be with his beloved, Jocelyn. It was slow going, but Bob wanted to complete the transition of his junior priest duties, and therefore had to wait.

The fact of the matter was that the whole thing would be a lot easier if Jocelyn wasn't constantly trying to temp him! The last time he had encountered her, he had made out with her and may have slipped a few fingers into her tight, little pussy. He was currently thinking of her slick, velvet walls when a chalkboard eraser was launched at his shoulder.

"Hey, Bob! I've been talking this whole time! Didn't you hear anything I said?" It was Bob's fellow junior priest, Jason Choi.

"Huh? Uh, sorry. I was thinking about something else," Bob said, bending down to pick up the eraser.

Jason rolled his eyes and said, "I was trying to tell you that the front court yard needs the leaves raked. I'll get the chalkboards."

"Oh, right. I'll...I'll go rake the courtyard then," Bob said, glad his concentration was broken from thinking about sex. Working with a slight hard on inside a church wasn't entirely ideal.

Bob had made pretty good progress on the leaves when his phone buzzed. He extracted it from his back pocket, checked the text and nearly dropped his phone.

Jocelyn had texted him a picture of herself in a sexy Catholic school girl uniform. She was licking a candied sucker rather suggestively. Beneath the image, she had texted, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

Bob sighed. He wasn't going to get through these next seven days without sinning some more. He pocketed his phone and returned to his raking. After a few minutes, he shook his head and put the rake back in the shed. Then, he made his way to Jocelyn's place.

He had a key and unlocked the front door, then locked it behind him. He placed his keys, phone, and wallet on the kitchen table. Then he rolled up the sleeves to his black priest shirt and made his way to the back bedroom where he found Jocelyn laying on her stomach, reading a book. It was the Bible.

She looked up very innocently and blinked. "Oh, Father Saginowski, I was reading the Bible like a good girl, just like you wanted. But I read about how women are the source of all sin and, well, that just made me horny," she said, biting her bottom lip. Her long black hair was made into a single loose braid that hung over her shoulder, and she twirled at the end as she spoke.

The school uniform barely covered her shapely figure, and the whole role-playing situation broke him. Here, he stood before her in his black priest attire with white collar included. His sleeves rolled up, looking down on this naughty little school girl.

"You've been a very, very, bad girl. You've tempted me from day one, and now, I'm going to punish you," he growled, but all in good fun as this made Jocelyn moan with pleasure, hearing her man being dominant turned her on.

He reached forward, grabbing her smooth, toned legs, and forced her to sit on the edge of the bed, holding her wrists tight. Then he pushed her short skirt to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He grunted upon seeing her naked mound and squated down, yanking her legs up and over his shoulders, burying his tongue into her womanhood.

Jocelyn had not expected him to react so ravenously but gladly fell back onto the bed and squirmed under his lapping tongue. "Oh, Father, yes, baby, yes," she purred.

Bob's cock was hard and he couldn't help but dry hump the air a little as he devoured her cunt. Her fingers glided through his hair, and the sounds of her pleasure burned through him.

He wanted to get her good and wet because he had every intention in pounding that sexy, but oh, so very frustrating little pussy of hers.

He found her clit and mercilessly twirled his tongue over that little, sensitive nub. This caused Jocelyn to shudder and whine, begging him to undo her. And he did, feeling her gush forth over his tongue and mewling like that perfect sinful slut like she was.

Bob licked her one last time before standing up and wiping her honey from his mouth. She looked at him dreamily and was about to say something, something clever, no doubt, but Bob was at his limit with her sass. He undid her shirt, which was only sealed by a simple knot.

As the shirt fell open, his eyes saw her ample, round bouncy breasts, tipped with small pert little nipples begging to be sucked, pinched, and squeezed. He fell upon her, his mouth finding purchase on her left nipple, nibbling and licking like his favorite treat.

Jocelyn cooed and wiggled beneath him, and he broke from her breasts to kiss her deeply. When he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to bred that little cunt of yours," Then stood up and flipped her on her stomach. With a knee, he shoved her legs part, her perfect little ass arched up, showing him her drenched pussy lips.

He undid his belt and was about to cast it away but grinned to himself and used it to spank her bottom.

"Bob!" Jocelyn squeaked and turned to look at him.

"What? Too hard?"

She paused, taking in the sensation of the burn and said, "Do it again."

He obeyed and gave her another crack over her soft cheeks. She moaned and gripped the bed sheets, "Bob, oh fuck, I need you, now. Fill my pussy up with that big cock," she whined. Bob dropped his pants and plowed right through her succulent lips, parting her walls and stuffing her completely with his throbbing member. The head of his cock meet the back of her core and he flexed, causing Jocelyn to whimper in both pain and pleasure. "Oh, yes. Punish me, Daddy! Make me your little fuck toy please!!" She begged.

Bob did not hesitate and drilled her into the mattress. Any guilt he had been feeling was far gone as he felt her tight cunt clenched around his girth. He made the whole bed shake, holding her by her haunches and pounding hard.

Hus pants slipped down to his ankles. He pulled out of her, abandoning her hungry pussy causing her to fuss. But he needed to kick the pants away and remove his shirt, he was sweating hard.

Now, fully naked, he pulled her back on his cock and finished breeding her. He came hard, filling her womb with his viscous seed, hot and syrupy.

Jocelyn seemed to be having another orgasm as her cunny clenched and swallowed vigorously over his cock, causing him to cum harder.

As he came down, he was spent. It was like all the tension, guilt, and stress of his life had been erased.

Jocelyn rolled over onto her back and motioned for him to lie beside her. She took him into her arms and kissed his forehead. He nestled his head upon her chest, listening as her heart rate when back down.

"That was amazing, baby. I hope you're not feeling too guilty she said, smoothing back his hair and looking into his handsome face.

He smiled and laughed softly. "Since when did you care if I feel guilty for my sins?"

"I think it's all very silly, but I do love you, so I care," she said, frowning.

He nodded and pulled her into his arms. "I know, I love you too. But damn, Jocelyn, you are relentless."

She giggled and snuggled into him further. "You cummed a boat load in me. I doubt my birth control will stand against all that. Do you want a baby?"

Bob pulled back to look at her square in the face, "Uh, shit. We probably need to get married before that, right?"

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "I want an outdoor wedding, then."

"But inside a church is better," he said.

"Whatever, I guess I can let you have that. But our wedding night will be filled with sin, I guarantee it."

The end.

[potter-solomons]

That thing you do with your mouth.

[ultrabwayne]

Tom Hardy #1 - gif pack by @vvitchresources- coloring by bw

[hb-writes]

Her: you just shot him.

Him: yeah. he was going to hurt our dog.

[askalfiesolomons]

Doesn't matter if you can't get pregnant, I'll keep nutting in that ass like I'm trying for a baby.

"Lenny, that you? You are welcome to try."

[dreamlandcreations]

Sunshine by @cinebration

Bob Saginowski x bartender!Reader

• 1,2 K follower celebration •  • moodboards masterlist • 

[thedevilshardy]

What they will do to you - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part IV: dirty! + 1 extra for you guys! You wished for them, there you go.

Max Rockatansky

He always seems like a grumpy companion - doesn't talk much, doesn't like to talk much, and you always feel like he doesn't like you at all. That he indeed does, you get to know when you two land in bed.

His apperiance might already premise it - this guy is a wild one in bed! He knows how to fuck good and does it without any further words. The first kiss with him is all teeth and tongue - his lips are heaven, for real, biting and niping at your lower lip like he's about to eat you alive.

He doesn't talk in clothes, but is a real dirty talker once the clothes are gone. He tells you how well you suck his cock, how you've been a very bad girl and how he likes to fuck your pussy so hard until you can't walk the next day. You can't get enough, not of his taste, not of his deep, satisfying voice.

He can hold you down like no one's ever done it before. He glides into you, stuffing you to the fullest, and still manages to make you feel you need to be hugged even tighter, until you can't breathe anymore.

You can feel him coming, and it's like coming home. You two don't need words.

Freddie Jackson

Ohhhh, Freddie Boy. You never know what he is about to do, to plan, how his mood changes during the day. This man is like a ticking bomb, and you never know when he is about to explode. Still, he does things to you.

He has days where he is rough, and where he squeezes his hips between your legs before you can even stop him. The best sex of your life you had was when he got out of jail and fucked the life out of your bones, thrusting so deep and hard as if it would be the last time of his life. You still get off to this thought of his burning hard dick in your pussy that day.

He can be gentle, too. He has some days where he searches your closeness so intense it's almost written in his skin. His hands touch, grope, feel - he lets his teeth sink into your warm skin, breathes in the scent of it, sucks your pussy until you come in his mouth.

He has a kink for legs. He loves it when you wear thin, black tights, when he can let his hands wander over your legs. He gets hard in a minute from that. Just from the sight.

He's loud, ohsofuckingloud and when he comes, you feel it in every pore, and he lets you know for sure until he's fully spend.

Bob Saginowski

This man is such a sweetheart! He's a good guy, and that's exactly what makes him utterly attractive. His seduction is slow, but still going deep.

He's caring. He does want you to feel all safe, all good when you are with him - and he's romantic. He doesn't touch you until you've had three dates at least. And after that - ohhhhh damn.

He has very skilled hands. They find a very sneaky way through the layers of your clothes, they touch you right, and, what is most important - he leaves you shaking for more. He lets you melt into his hands before he fucks you, and claims you just the way you like it.

Although he's achingly hard from your touch, he has the time to bring you to the edge of madness. He's so deep inside you, thrusting into your leaking wetness, holding your thighs high over his shoulders - just to push his dick even deeper inside you, again, again, again! - making you nearly scream when you feel your inner walls pulse.

His rule: his girl comes first. That's why he's got you vibrating and gasping underneath him long before he spills inside you, and he kisses every wave of your orgasm away. He cuddles you after, seeking all the closeness he needs. You two fall asleep together.

Forrest Bondurant

It's not fear that makes you shake in his presence, cause he isn't one of those men. But still he does something with your inners that you can't describe.

He has one thing that he uses to totally thrill you in bed: his toothpick. It looks delicious put up there between those beautiful lips, but it makes you shake inside when he lets the end of it scratch over your skin. The tiny toothpick in his mouth glides over your tits, your stomach, and - you breath out deep before you can feel it with a moan - over the folds of your pussy. He spits it out before his hands grap your thighs and he licks the hell out of you.

He doesn't handle you with care - but never hurts you for real. He has the perfect feeling for the fine lines between pain and pure sensation.

He fucks like he fights: unforgiving. Hard, sharp thrusts between your spread out legs, deep grunts from his chest, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. He adores the marks you leave on his body.

You come twice when he fucks you. First on your back, second when he fucks you hard from behind.

Thank you so much for reading this! 🤍 And thanks for all the love from the posts before. 🥺 Every single one of you made my day. Enjoy your sunday! I'll be up with some small smut pieces soon. Character? Who knows. 😌

[mlmxreader]

Just The Sunshine | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Bob Saginowski Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Get closer, I want to remember the colour of your eyes" Thank you 🖤🖤! 🐍anon

summary: things get a little heated between you and Bob when he spends the day in the garden.

tws: suggestive content, swearing

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Bob was all too aware of your gaze on his back, burning into him so harshly and so hot that it made a cool sweat drip down his exposed skin; it had been a hot day, and it was only natural that he had taken his shirt off.

Exposing his tattoos and his stomach that hung over the edge of his jeans. Exposing his thick arms and his soft back. Flesh your hands and lips had graced a thousand times over, yet now you looked at him as if you had never seen his skin before; your gaze soon turned to hunger when he turned around slightly, giving you a show of his stomach and his chest.

The trail of hair that ran from his navel down, dipping beneath the denim curtain so horribly. You swallowed thickly, bringing your drink loaded with ice to your lips and taking a long, drawn out gulp of it; it clung to the skin above your upper lip as you lost focus, staring at Bob.

Rocco was happy, playing in the garden with his ball on a rope; he tossed it in the air and caught it, chasing it around.

But Bob was busy, chopping back the grass and digging holes for the native flowers that you had picked out together. His hands were rough and dirty, calluses highlighted by the dark mud. Oh, and how the sweat dripped down his body. His skin glistened beneath the thin sheet, the salt of his sweat upon his brow and his hair flat from the dampness.

You squirmed in your seat, suddenly feeling something hot coursing through your veins. Something that wasn't caused by the day's heat. You clenched your jaw, taking in a sharp breath as you let your drink rest on the table, reaching to grab your cigarettes in hope that one would calm you down.

Bob sat on the grass by the table, right in the perfect lighting. The bastard. He took one look at you, and furrowed his wet brows. "You okay?"

You nodded, breath shaky and heart pounding as you did your best to muster the ability to speak. "Yeah, just… just really hot."

"We'll get an umbrella," he shrugged, squinting as he looked at the sky. Sweat on his neck, running down the soft skin. "It's not gonna cool off until later in the week."

You sighed, hoping that your feelings for your boyfriend would fade when it cooled off. But he looked so tempting. The wetness of his skin, glittering. His tattoos all on show and every curve and every bit of chub more than visible. Nothing to the imagination.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you fought back the urge to jump on him then and there. Fuck. Bob could be so tempting even when you didn't want him to be. You cleared your throat, trying to cure the shakiness and the thundering of your own heart.

"Yeah, an umbrella might be a good idea."

Bob pulled his phone out from his pocket, but you were too busy staring at his arms and his chest to even think about it when he opened up the website to a DIY shop and began talking about the prices and sizes of outdoor umbrellas; he had no idea what he was doing to you. He had no idea how tempting he looked.

You knew that most people in the neighbourhood had a crush on him, and that some envied the fact that he was with you and not them, but as you looked at him, you knew that you would feel the same. Bob was everything; charming, sweet, gentle, handsome, and kind. He only ever raised his voice at the dog when he ran off too far and Bob wouldn't be heard otherwise. Bob was great.

You had to admit, you loved him more than anything else in the world… except maybe the way he always made coffee the exact way you liked it. But you couldn't stop yourself, looking him up and down shamelessly.

"What?" He grinned when he noticed you staring, tilting his head to the side innocently. "Something in my teeth?"

You shook your head, licking your lips and internally kicking yourself for being so fucking obvious. "No, just… get closer, I want to remember the colour of your eyes."

Bob didn't question it, dragging himself over so that he could kneel between your legs, a fond smile on his lips. He could be so violent and so cruel, and yet when he was with you, he was peaceful and so gentle. He leaned into the touch when you ran your hand through his damp hair, daring to get up, planting his hands on the arms of your chair. Trapping you and pretending like he didn't notice your hand resting on his chest. He looked at your lips for a moment.

"You're really warm," he said quietly, placing his hand on your cheek. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

You shook your head, swallowing thickly and hoping it wasn't audible when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Your heart skipped a beat as you fought back the urge to whimper. "Bob…"

"Maybe we should go inside," he murmured. "Get you cooled down a little."

You shook your head. "It's just the sun got to me a little bit. I need another drink, that's all."

He nodded slowly, although something told you that he didn't entirely believe that you had just been a little bit dehydrated from the weather; not by the way you were staring at him at least.

"Stay here," he gently kissed your forehead. "I'll get you one."

You nodded, wishing he didn't pull away but still leaning over in your chair to watch him walk away when you were sure he wouldn't notice; you had to fan yourself a little when you leaned back. Fuck, it was great to watch him walk away.

Bob smiled to himself. Even after so long together, you still checked him out and ogled him like it was the first date.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Top/Favourite Tom Hardy Series & Movies to Re-watch Time and Again

I was tagged by the lovely @hecatemoon87 to compose a wee list of my favourite films & series starring our dreamy Londoner, so *claps hands* lets get cracking!

#1 Peaky Blinders

Honestly, can you blame me for this one? The first time I ever saw this series, I was skeptical about Alfie. However, how-so-bloody-ever, as the seasons went on, I was drawn in more and more by him. Something in his manner, his unpredictable cleverness, spoke to me.

I’m currently on my second rewatch of the entire series so I’m up to date for S6, but, I’ll be honest, I’m mostly watching it for Tom.

Alfie made my rekindled crush on Tom so much worse. I can already hear you ask: “Rekindled? What sparked it in the first place?”

To the last part the answer is “I honestly can’t remember”. I just have a weakness for British men. And Irish… and Scottish. Anywho, I can pinpoint exactly when it was that I started gushing over him all over again.

#2 Venom

Yup, this movie absolutely did it for me. I’m sorry, but Tom portrayed Eddie (and Venom) as absolute hubby material.

Sure, I liked the story too despite hating sci-fi and anything related to aliens. I suppose it’s the human aspect and my own fascination with the ways in which we humans can work with the monstrous and harbour it ourselves, underlined by a scientific background, that has me returning to this one.

Also, in this house it’s canon Eddie reads romance novels and loves to watch anime with his girlfriend.

#3 Child 44

Gods, it’s been too long since I saw this movie. Note to self: buy and rewatch it. Also, finally read the book! It’s only gathering dust on your shelves.

Now, this choice has a kinda funny story behind it. I said to me mum I had found a movie with Tom called Child 44, which I rented on YouTube and would watch later that day. She plopped down next to me on the couch and, using my phone to broadcast on the telly since the YT app on it hated me, we watched it together.

I can’t say too much about the plot since it’s based on a true story. However, I’ll say this, it was interesting to get a perspective on the KGB and life in Russia during the 1940s. And Tom as Leo… my, oh, my. I thought the accent would make me bristle continuously and I’d tap out at once, as I tend to do with movies that have actors that attempt an accent that isn’t their own. Furthermore, there are some accents I just can’t listen to. I’m sorry, but it’s true.

I digress. Tom as Leo, right. At first, I expected to develop pure annoyance when it comes to him. Yet, I didn’t. Tom perfectly portrayed the complexities within Leo, personality and psyche alike, nurtured by an oppressive society during a difficult time in history.

#4 The Drop

I didn’t expect too much of this movie, which kinda helped since the plot is weak. Same goes for Warrior, by the way. But why did I include it in this wee list then?

*sighs* Because I like Tom and love his voice, regardless of what accent he puts on. And, sometimes, I just have the need to watch a movie with him, enjoy how talented and big he is. To not analyze the plot but the characters, put inspiration out of the movie’s weak points and hope to transform them into something better.

Plus, Bob is, in my mind, this adorable shy guy who’s been raised proper and therefore knows how to treat a woman right.

And a werewolf bartender who writes paranormal romance, bite me.

#5 Lawless

This movie and Tom as Forrest took me by surprise. I don’t really have an interest in the Prohibition, anything to do with American crime and history in general (except H.H. Holmes), but this was basically a Quintin Tarantino movie with less blood and more plot.

AND I LOVED IT!

Here and there on Tumblr I’d seen some talk about Forrest Bondurant, bits of info from which I had composed a profile of this rough, gruff, arrogant and violent man with a keen business sense. It was almost accurate.

Little did I expect he’d be an awkward bub around women. He’s basically a (secret) care bear in a cardigan with rough edges.

And with that I’d like to conclude this wee list. Feel free to create your own top 5 and to tag me🤗

Tag list: @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons @alikaheroes @elijahssuit @vir-tual @dreamlandcreations @buttercup32sstuff @zablife @ilovemanypeople @woofgocows

[kind-wolf]

Psycho version #1 and #2 😇 (left in the early stages of tinkering)

I love them! 😄

[tomhardymyking]

What better way to celebrate 𝐃𝐨𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 (in the United Kingdom) than a video with moments of 𝗧𝗼𝗺 with dogs during breaks from filmings of his movies? 🥰

He looks and feels so happy with them, and they feel so comfortable with him 💖 I love it 💞

We already saw 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 last Friday in a new 𝑪𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 (if you missed it, go to the link in my bio, and during this week I will upload photos from the programme), and I found these clips so adorable that I wanted to share them today 😍💘

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¿Qué mejor manera de celebrar el 𝐃í𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨 (en Reino Unido) que un vídeo con momentos de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 con perritos en los descansos de rodajes de sus películas? 🥰

Se le ve y nota tan feliz con ellos, y ellos se sienten tan a gusto con él 💖 Me encanta 💞🐕

A 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 ya lo vimos el pasado viernes en un nuevo 𝑪𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 (si te lo perdiste, ve al enlace de mi biografía, y durante esta semana subiré fotos del programa), y estos clips me parecieron tan adorables que quería compartirlos hoy 😍💘

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[hecatemoon87]

🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

[mlmxreader]

Bleeding Heart (To Be Home) | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ anonymous asked: Bob Saginowski Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: “You’re bleeding” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bob always liked the fact that you were gentle, a bleeding heart. He just never realised that it would mean he was finally home, too.

: ̗̀➛ bleeding, swearing

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You had been working all evening, and it was safe to say that by the time you had gotten back to Bob’s place, you were absolutely exhausted; your things were still littered around his little house.

Boxes and bags strewn about in every room, only a few things actually put away here and there, some of the edges of the boxes torn and frayed by little dog teeth that had been ripping and pulling at them in excitement and boredom. Bob had done his best between shifts, as had you, but there were still so many boxes and bags.

It would take days, but at least you were officially home; it had only been a few weeks since Bob had asked you to move in with him after about a year of being together, neither of you could be blamed for the slow progress of things.

You usually took care of it in the evening while Bob often sorted everything out in the morning - both of you were often home in the afternoon so you took care of little pieces here and there when you could; nobody had told you that moving in together would take so long just to unpack everything.

But at least you were home now.

At least when you walked through the door and kicked your shoes off, you knew that you were home. The sight of Bob, hunched over slightly as he focused his efforts on making something to drink - from the smell of it, strong coffee.

Rocco sat at his feet with big wide brown eyes and a wagging tail, not realising that what Bob had was not edible.

It made you grin, all exhaustion and tension built up from work immediately dropping from your shoulders as you hummed, making your way over to him. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around Bob’s waist, and pressed your face against the back of his neck as you leaned into him, sighing contently.

Bob’s hand rested on yours as he smiled to himself; his house had never really felt like a home without you. Nowhere did. He had never known someone to be his safety and his security, his strength and his weakness, his happiness and his content.

He might have been whole without you, but with you?

He was happier than he could ever admit. Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to admit it - he desperately did, but he could never find the proper words that he was happy enough to use; he kept searching, he always would, but words never came easily when you were pressing your body against him.

Reminding him that he was home, and so were you. Within the embrace of one another, you had found the one thing that mattered above all else: home.

No matter where you were, no matter what you were doing or what was going on, you and Bob would always be home as long as your skin was on his and you could hear his soft breaths.

But then you frowned as you felt the plaster on his finger, concern washing over you as you pulled away, forcing him to turn around; he was trapped between your body and the counter, but he didn’t really care much.

“Bob?” You sounded more than worried, and he despised it. “You okay?”

Bob nodded, working up a smile as he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I, uh, I caught my hand on a latch at work.”

You hummed, bringing his hand up so you could look at it; the plaster was already starting to leak a little. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” he promised. “It’s just a nick.”

“At least let me change it,” you told him, flashing the puppy dog eyes that he so often used against you, knowing he wouldn’t resist. “Please?”

He nodded slowly, daring to laugh softly as he took a seat at the table and held his hand up slightly, resting his wrist against the oak; he watched with great gentleness in his eyes as you peeled off the old plaster, but his smile soon faded when he saw how worried and concerned you were. Swallowing thickly, Bob quietly cleared his throat and sighed softly.

“It was just a latch at work,” he explained, “doing stocks, I caught it.”

You were a bleeding heart, Bob knew that from the day he had met you when he saw you take pity on the smallest of worms; picking it up and carrying it all the way over to his house so you could gently set it in the soil instead of the cold and rigid asphalt outside.

It was no wonder that you were so gentle with him when you gently washed his finger out, apologising quietly, riddled with remorse, when you applied the antiseptic. A bleeding heart.

Bob always liked that about you; it was well matched with his quiet violence. So gentle, always so gentle with him even though you knew the things that he had done; you didn’t seem to care, though, it never changed how you looked at him.

Never changed how gentle and tender you were with him; never made your bleeding heart suddenly clot. He smiled, biting at his lip in an attempt not to laugh when you gently kissed his finger before applying the new plaster; he wanted to laugh, but he knew that if he did, you would lose your focus.

He didn’t want that to happen, even if he knew that you would tell him it didn’t matter much. Your touch was so gentle when you ran your fingertip across the plaster to ensure that it was smoothed down. You smiled at him once again, and Bob knew it for more than good the second that his eyes met yours.

You were both home, for good. 

Sure, you would leave in the morning for your shift at work, and he would leave in the evening for his own - but at the end of it all, you were both home the second you were together again. 

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Okay, unpopular opinion time!

Bob Saginowski humps his pillow.

I’m sorry, you can’t change my mind. Please don’t ask why I so firmly stand by this, but somehow it seems logical to me.

Especially when you make it werewolf!Bob slowly going into rut and only being able to think of the pretty girl he recently met (a.k.a. you).

This idea (both versions, in fact) has been milling in my head and I have a mighty need to write it. I know it might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but, oh boy, oh boy, is it mine.😏

(Just as is Forrest Bondurant doing the same thing. Thou shall not try me on this too.)

Now let’s see if I can turn it into something concrete, eh?😉

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