#ask big bob velseb

[bigbobvelseb]

oh cool, new bob :3

(basically red is other bob, cyan is big bob)

[thebekashow]

from my big bob blog au

iz so cute. he was such a cute bebe

[askmafiabobvelseb]

Eepy..

A bob x y/n dewdle cuz yes. Or plat.

[enderpearlll]

I'm on my knees, PLEASE WRITE MORE FOR THE PRISON ARC!! PLEASE!!

Yandere!Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. Prison Arc PT.2???

Glad we all agree that prison arc Bob. That’s it, just prison arc Bob. Also I decided to go with more of a oneshot format for this one, just for variety.

Gender-Neutral reader, but pet names such as sweet pea and darling are used.

This is a bonus part to My Favourite Employee, so if you haven’t read it already please do so.

TW/CW: Yandere content, implied character death, implied murder, creepy behaviour, sadistic behaviour, blood/gore, etc…

“Sweet pea…” Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. ���Don’t leave me…”

This was all the two thieves heard for several hours on end, rarely breaks in between the incessant scratching. For what felt like ages, the man had been murmuring and preaching about this ‘sweet pea’, whatever the hell that was.

Both of them lied still in bed, struggling to sleep due to the noise. Inevitably, the tallest thief had grown impatient and tired, groaning loudly in annoyance as he smashed the pillow over his head. “When will this guy shut up!” He yelled, muffled due to the shabby pillow over his head. The shorter thief had sighed deeply, digging his face into the pillow. “I have no idea…”

The taller thief had rolled over onto his back, facing the ceiling with an annoyed expression. He couldn’t sleep with the guy on the other side of the wall carving random shit into it. It was driving him mad. The shorter one had done the same, unable to sleep as well. “So…” He mumbled, as if they were gossiping in school. “Do you know why that guy’s in here?” The shorter asked, hugging his pillow to his chest and quirking an eyebrow.

The tallest furrowed his brows in confusion, peering over the edge of the bunk bed to glare at the shorter thief. “You don’t know?” He asked, watching as his cell mate had shook his head no. The taller one had sighed deeply, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “His name is Bob Velseb. Got in before us, I think. It was all over the news. Used to own that burger joint we used to go to.” He said, pausing to clear his throat. “It said he was busted for eating people or something.”

“What?!” The shorter thief had cried, much to the horror of his taller companion. “Shhh! He’s literally on the other side of this wall, idiot!” He spat, glaring at the other man with a dirty look over the edge of his bunk. The shorter one had grinned nervously, laughing disingenuously. “Ahah, sorry…”

“I don’t think that’s all though.” The taller thief had returned to his former position, grimacing when the scratching had started again. “Pretty sure he was stalking someone too. Someone that worked for him.” He finished, exhaling greatly when his shorter companion had gasped. “What? Really? How did you find that out?!”

“Well, I don’t think the news reported it, but the cops were talking about it one night, the first week that big guy was here.” The taller thief mentioned, adjusting his homemade balaclava. “Middle of the night, too. Must’ve thought we were sleeping.” The shorter thief had shifted on his stomach, leaning his chin on his hands and kicking his legs back and forth. “Wow, that’s creepy… What happened to that worker?”

“No clue. Don’t even know if they even mentioned them in the news reports, must’ve been under protection or something.” The tallest said, before a sly grin stretched over his face. “But man, they were real good lookin’.” He uttered, the bed creaking beneath him. The shorter thief gasped dramatically, flushing red with embarrassment. “You still remember them?!” He nearly shouted, legs pausing midair. Pausing in thought, he shook his head and glanced upwards. “You’re right. They were kinda cute…”

“Yep. Should’ve asked for their number before the place shut down, would’ve been perfect.” Both of the thieves fell into a period of brief silence, the urge to sleep pulling their eyelids down like curtains. Bidding each other a quiet goodnight, neither had noticed mid-conversation that the scratching had paused, and so did the rambling.

Bob was huddled in the corner, chest heaving with pure anger and resentment. How DARE they mention his sweet pea, nonetheless even speak about them? He felt his hands tremble with anger, driving his fist into the concrete wall. He heard the two thieves jolt awake angrily, cussing him out through the wall. Bob felt a sadistic grin stretch over his face, relishing in their suffering.

Nobody talked about his sweet pea like that, ever. Not if he could do anything about it.

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On a cold winter night, the thieves had finally managed to break free of that ungodly jail and the crazy jail mate that made their lives miserable. After that night he got even more annoying. They had ran until their lungs nearly gave out, collapsing near a dumpster in a shady alleyway. The two of them slumped against the dumpster, teeth chattering in the January chill. They shivered and trembled, desperately trying to converse heat by hugging themselves.

“S—So, s-should we go rob some jackets?” The shorter thief had said, voice shaky and quiet. “Maybe some g—gloves?” He pleaded, looking at his taller companion for an answer. The former had slowly nodded, shaking harder than a leaf. “S—Sounds good…”

The two of them jumped when a gust of wind had tore through the streets, howling louder than a pack of wolves. They both peered at the entrance, where a tall, burly silhouette had stood tall and menacing. Glancing at each other anxiously when it had stalked closer, they both swallowed thickly when they noticed the sharp blade in their hand.

“Did you know…” A deep voice uttered, blending in with the wailing winds. “That the taste of human flesh can depend on different factors such as which part of the body or diet?” He finished, a drop of drool bleeding down his chin when he noticed the fear in their eyes. He was feeling quite peckish right now, a quick bite wouldn’t hurt… Even though Bob wouldn’t usually settle for just cheap cuts of meat, he couldn’t just waste food!

Raising his knife above him, Bob erupted in an erratic fit of laughter. Such lowly trash that mentions his darlin’ didn’t deserve a painless death, no. Bob was going to make this as painful as he could, until their blood dyed the pretty white snow a scarlet red.

- bonus ig -

When winter’s reign bled into the warmer months and had risen back from it’s slumber into the autumn months, Bob was well on his way to finding his darling. He had a strike list. Halloween night would be the night where he’d finally find you again, Bob just knew it. He felt it deep in his heart as he stalked closer to a cheap looking haunted house, drool dripping down his chin.

Bob pulled a blurry polaroid picture of a black-haired boy at a grocery store, his name scribbled beneath his photo in smudged red ink. Streber, it had said. Took him forever to find who had stolen his sweet pea away from him, but with enough dedication he had done it. As he walked up onto the creaky oak steps, Bob felt a sense of sick accomplishment crawl down his spine.

One down, two to go.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Since it’s now spooky month how about some more Bob Velseb vore? Maybe a few dates in for the his newly acquired boyfriend and him, showing off just how much he meat he can handle. Or if you don’t wanna how bout just some mass vore, with oral, pec and pit vore with weight gain and disposal?

I can make both of these the same thing, easy stuff. Obviously, this a follow-up to the old V.elseb asks, but I don't feel like searching for them to link.

Barry had to admit, he didn’t think things would go so...well? When the giant, cannibal serial killer basically told him they were dating, Barry figured it was just a little game and he’d be dinner himself sooner or later. But then he survived their first date...and the next...and the next...and the next. And now, a year later, Barry is starting to wonder if it’s not really a game.

Sure, tons of other guys have died over the course of their dates. Like...a lot, a lot. But not Barry. Bob licks him a lot, yeah, and might stick a hand or his head into that slimy, deadly maw...but he always lets Barry go again with a chuckle. Now, it’s Halloween again. Their one-year anniversary. And Bob wanted to do something special. And it involved the large house party that is happening tonight.

Bob is wearing his usual outfit, a thick red sweater and his devil face. Barry had let Bob do some face paint for him, too, so he’s a skeleton this year. A joke, since Bob likes to mention how he ‘has no meat on his bones’. Barry is only half confident that, if he did bulk up, Bob wouldn’t eat him.

Right now, at least, that drooling grin is much more focused on the house they’ve walked up to. Music blares out from inside, door open and already a few people milling about. Everyone is dressed in costumes of some kind and is in some state of tipsy. Barely anyone is even paying attention to them as they walk up...which really just makes the next part easy.

Bob yanks a guy dressed as a superhero up off the porch stairs by the back of his shirt. Maw opened wide, Bob lowers the guy right in, a few wet slurps and gulps sending him away. He barely even got a yell out before Bob’s jaws clack shut and his belly sloshes with live meat dropping inside. The killer slurps over his lips with a groan and pats his gut. “Mmm...now that’s good eatin’...”

Barry can’t help the slight chuckle that comes out of him. The guy didn’t even bulge Bob’s gut out, and it’s gurgling thickly around him. “How many people do you plan on eating, anyway?”

Bob slurps over his lips and looks down at Barry with wide, hungry eyes. “All of ‘em, darlin’.”

“...what?” Barry knew that Bob is a big eater. But he’s usually careful about where he goes to eat and how many people it is. He’s never seen the big guy go for more than ten meals at a time, and even that is when he’s being indulgent. The party is way more than that. “You can’t be serious.”

“Just watch.” Bob chuckles and pats his gut, the porch stairs creaking under him as he walks up. Three more people are lingering around the porch, and Bob does the same thing to each of them--hefts them off the ground and into his drooling jaws, slurping them away with practiced skill. By the time a pair of twitching cowboy boots are disappearing down his gullet, his groaning guts have begun to bulge out his shirt, peeking out of the bottom ever so slightly. Bob looks to Barry, blasts out a thick belch into the smaller man’s face, and then waddles into the house. Barry can only follow in stunned silence.

Bob’s massacre continues inside. The loud music helps to muffle a lot of what happens. Sure, people are more likely to notice Bob devouring others. It’s hard not to when he’s snapping his jaws down on people mid conversation, or walking up to clusters or people and just shoveling them down the hatch. But the yelling doesn’t do much, and no one is able to get away from those drooling jaws.

People try to grab onto their friends, and it gets them sucked down right after. Other try to rub, but Bob’s size makes it hard to get away from him, and he always grabs them and pull them into his maw. A few braver or larger guys try fighting him, but getting close enough to do so all but confirms their fate as food.

Before long, the living room of the house is mostly empty. Bob huffs, pushing a pair of kicking legs into his gullet. He doesn’t even swallow, just sends them down with a long push. “Nnf...there...” Bob slurps over his lips and pats his gut. It’s heavy, sticking out before him several feet and nearly on the ground. It’s bulging around the various people inside, limbs and heads and awkward shapes from costumes stretching him out. His sweater has ridden up on him completely, exposing the pale, hairy flash. It’s churning and rumbling wetly, working hard on all of the meat inside. Bob belches deeply, a couple stray bits flying out of his jaws--a plastic gladiator’s helmet, a boot, and a bone that definitely wasn’t a prop, among other things.

“W-Wow...” Barry murmurs, just staring at that massive gut. He’s never seen it this big. He reaches out, pushing on it and finding it taut. He gives it a rub, earning a content huff from Bob. If it wasn’t for the face paint, Barry’s blush would be very obvious. “Okay...you were able to eat a lot, I’ll give you that.” The gut gurgles thickly against Barry’s hands, as if agreeing. “But you’ve got to be full now, right?”

“Hm...” Bob taps his chin, looking down at Barry over the curve of his gut. “...I s’pose I could give my gut a break.”

“Alright. Maybe we should go before anyone else shows up then, just so--” Barry stops when he watches Bob pull his sweater off and casually toss it onto the couch he just cleared of its occupants. “...what are you doing?”

“I said I’d give my gut a break, darlin’.” Bob stretches his arms out, definitely showing off a bit--his gut has always been round and soft, and while his arms and chest had a bit of that softness as well, he had some well built muscle mass. “Didn’t say I was done.”

“But...” Barry trails off as Bob goes waddling off, towards the kitchen. A few more people are inside, making food or getting some that’s been left out. Barry stands in the large doorway, watching as Bob hoists up a couple of guys.

The two men find themselves getting shoved face first into thick, furry pits. They start to kick immediately, but Bob gives their heads a good shove, and they slip right in. Then they’re sinking deeper, disappearing into his body. It wasn’t just his jaws that he can eat with, after all, and while he had his preference...Bob was hardly far from full. In no time at all, a couple pairs of twitching feet disappear behind black pit fur, and Bob’s arms are bulging out slightly more than usual.

He moves right on, grabbing a guy rummaging through the fridge. He’s dragged up and over the curve of that bulging, stuffed gut. He gets out a surprised yell before his head is crammed between Bob’s pecs, and just like before, the man is simply sinking into the muscles with little resistance. A few tight flexes, and the man is gone, leaving Bob’s chest slightly more bulky than it had been.

The few remaining people in the room are put away just the same. Bob makes eye contact with Barry, arms folded behind his head, a blindly grasping arm and a twitching leg disappearing into each of his pits. “Think I can’t handle my meat anymore?”

Barry shakes his head quickly.

Bob chuckles and heads out back. The backyard has a lot more guys around, sitting by a fire or drinking on the patio. Just like the living room, the eating continues with no issue. Except it goes much faster, with three spaces to stuff with squirming meat instead of one. Bob’s arms and pecs continue to bulge out with each guy he sends in. They all kick and squirm, but the second they get pushed between his pecs or into the fur of his pit, it’s just a matter of time until they’ve been slurped out of sight.

Barry only stopped watching so he could help. He went back into the house, going through each room and telling any stragglers to head to the backyard. “There’s a fight!” “I think I saw your boyfriend kissing someone.” “Someone’s calling for you.” Whatever he could think of to get them to head out, he said it. By the time he’s double checked the house and returned to the backyard, Bob is already coming back inside.

The killer looks down at Barry, who walks directly into his gut. Barry had to back up just to properly see Bob’s face. His gut is still massive, but digestion is already taking its toll, the mass inside getting more compact and growing smaller. His pecs and arms are also massive now, bulging and flexing as they try to contain all the squirming meat. Barry can see an arm or even a head surface from between Bob’s pecs or his pit hair, but a single flex sucks them right back into place. If it wasn’t for the massive double doors, Bob wouldn’t even be able to fit inside.

Barry can’t even say anything. He just stares, and it makes Bob chuckle. The smaller man is gently ushered along, back to the living room, and Bob settles onto the couch. It breaks almost immediately under him, but he just settles in and pats his gut. “Happy anniversary, darlin’.”

“You...did this for the anniversary?” Barry asks. He slowly raises his hands to start rubbing along Bob’s gut, then up to his pecs and along his arms.

“What can I say? I wanted to show off a bit.” Bob pats the top of his gut with both heads. He tips his head back and lets out a deep, rumbling belch into the air. Barry swears it makes the entire house shudder. More bits of costume bounce around, and at least a few bones, too. “Figures I’d put on a show for ya.”

All these people are digesting for Barry, then. Some...god, fifty or so partygoers who were just trying to have a good night are now just food. Packed into Bob’s hellish guts, or stuffed into his tight, musky muscles, doomed to die, just so Bob could ‘show off’ for Barry. The smaller man pushes his hands a bit deeper into Bob’s gut, finding more resistance, and even getting another wet belch out of the killer. “...thanks, Bob. This was...wow.”

Bob chuckles and settles back. “Glad ya enjoyed it. Happy anniversary, lambchop. Now then...” WIth a mighty yawn, Bob closes his eyes. “I’m gonna sleep this off. You have fun down there.”

Before long, the sound of heavy snoring is joining the thick rumbles of Bob’s gut and the crunches and snaps coming from his muscles. And Barry enjoys it all, rubbing over every inch of the man’s body, feeling it work and process all of that meat. Up until he fell asleep against that rapidly softening gut.

Come morning, Bob was up first, yawning and blinking sleepily. He can feel his little lambchop sleeping against him, a rather familiar feeling at this point. Bob would have stayed like that if not for the wet rumbling in his bowels demanding attention. So, with a bit of effort, Bob grunts and rises to his feet.

Bob’s stomach wobbles as it drops in front of him. It’s always been heavy and round, but it’s gotten at least twice as large, hanging out at least a foot before him. He notices that his thighs and ass have had a similar shift, given how tight his pants are on him. But he also has a lot more strength to pair with that. His arms are bulky now, all solid muscle. His pecs are about the same, large and strong, resting slightly on top of his gut.

Bob smirks and scratches his gut gently, getting a wet groan in response. “Bet lambchop will love this...” He looks over at the man in question, seeing Barry still sleeping on the ruined couch. Bob grabs his sweater and pulls it down over his head. It only half covers his gut, and his arms and chest are straining the fabric. He huffs and lifts up Barry next, simply holding the now much smaller man against his gut with one arm. The other arm helps get his pants down enough to let his ass hang out. Bob squats slightly and begins to push.

There’s a bassy fart at first, one that rumbles out for a good while. The only reason it stops is because of the solid mass that starts to stretch him out. Thick, dense logs of shit are all but overflowing Bob’s bowels, and they’re sliding out with a bit of urgency. A heavy thump sounds out when the first log hits the couch, and it’s quickly coiling up. The mass only breaks from its own weight, letting more dung heap up regardless.

Plenty of solids have gotten out of Bob’s body. Bones are the easiest to see, specks of white that break up the dark brown and awkward shapes that stick out every so often. Entire skeletons are likely baked down into every log, given the sheer amount of people making up the mess. But along with that is all of the costumes parts. Masks, plastic armor, cheap suits and accessories--they also pepper the logs of shit, all of them worn down or slightly ruined by the acid bath or being compacted.

Despite all of the awkward shapes, the thickness of the logs, and the sheer mass of shit, Bob is having little issue. Other than the occasional grunt or grumble, his dump continues with little interruption. And the mass of shit behind him keeps building up. The couch is smothered fast, the pile rising hire, some hundreds of pounds of shit heaping in the room. Bob has to move forward every so often, just to give himself more space to work with. By the time he feels the last of the crap slop out of him, he’s moved halfway across the room.

Bob lets out a deep sigh and stands up again. He yanks on a curtain to wipe himself clean and pulls his pants back up with a bit of effort. Behind him, the living room is filled with a pile of crap that would put manure farms to shame. It’s tall enough to reach the ceiling at its peak, smothering most of the back wall and sloping down. Furniture has been knocked over or smothered under the thick logs. The smell is almost overwhelming, and it’ll likely never come out of the house. And of course, countless amounts of bones and costume parts stick out all over. In one night, an entire Halloween house party was reduced to crap, and all with no effort.

Bob doesn’t even look back at the pile he made. He walks off, squeezing through the front door, all while Barry sleeps against him. Bob can’t help but grin looking down at him. Nothing cuter than seeing the little guy sleeping against his deadly guts. Must’ve been up for hours, Bob figures. He’ll probably just return to bed once he’s back home, let Barry sleep in.

By the time anyone notices the smell and investigates, the killer will be gone, likely back home to spend the day with his boyfriend. For everyone in town, it’ll end up being a Halloween that’ll never be forgotten. For Bob, it’ll just be the anniversary he has to one-up next year. His cute little boyfriend deserves it, after all.

[adonisdoesstuff]

Bob Velseb x GN Reader! No Filter.

Bob stalked you for a while and he was ready to make his first move on you but he didn't count for one thing...

AN: sorry the grossness, this is my first time writting something like this and posting it on tumblr

Also english is not my first language, so, sorry for mistakes

CW: Blood, Licking, Stalking and some gross things.

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You woke up in your couch, it was night. slowly looking around feeling dizzy, you put your hand in your forehead trying to remember what you did that night before sleeping, you check your phone and it was 20:03, You quickly remember it's halloween and you fell asleep after coming back tired from work.

You receive a text from your friend LIla.

Lila: Hey (Y/N)! i was thinking about going trick or treating, you know, just for kicks and giggles, would you like to come? Jaune is going too!

You smile and decides to reply.

(Y/N): Sure thing! just wait a sec k?

Lila: Okay!

You get up from the couch and goes upstairs to take your work uniform off and change to a better outfit.

As you got dressed, you begin to feel unease, like there was someone watching you, you then walked towards the window and there was a tall and big figure behind the trees watching you with a creppy grin that almost covered their face.

Your eyes widen and you quickly ran down the stairs to check if theres any open windows around the house, luckly there were non, you sigh in relief but then there was a sound of glass breaking, coming from the living room.

you grab a cooking knife from your kitchen and quickly hides under your table. you can only see their legs, they walk closer to your direction, you cover your mouth but that was a useless move.

"Oh Darlin', I can smell your coconut lotion from a mile away~" The man said. he had a southern accent and a beautiful voice but to be honest he was breaking into your house and you couldn't think about it now.

"Shit, i should have used my favorite one." You said out loud, you quickly shut your mouth but accidentally cut your own cheek with your knife. "Fuck, that's gonna give me a infection." you said to yourself as you winced from the pain.

You hear the sound of a knife being pulled, so you quickly throw the table onto him. it worked well, when he was down you finally could see him.

"OH, YOU'RE THAT DEVIL GUY FROM THE NEWS!" You said to him as you ran upstairs.

You run over to your room, you close the door behind you and you start looking for your phone to call the police, you couldn't find it until you heard your door opening and seeing the devil guy holding your phone.

"Thank you, can you give me my phone? i need to call the cops." You said without a hesitation and he looks confused at you.

"If you want it so much, come get it~" The devil guy said as puts your phone his pocket.

"Ugh, What do you want anyways?" You ask as you pull your knife to defend yourself.

"Oh Darlin'~ that's a very intriguing question." He said as he got closer to you, you pointed your knife to his neck, he grabbed your arm, you tried cutting his neck but he pulls your knife away and threw it on the ground.

you went for his knife but it wasn't in his hands, you up to him, he was still with that creepy smile.

"And the answer is you~" He holds your body tightly.

"W-where is your knife?" You ask to the devil man, stuttering. he slowly holds your face, you tried pulling it away but it was useless.

"HEY HEY HEY-" he begins to bite your shoulder, you wince, trying to pull him away but he keeps going. He licks the blood from your cheek, as he keeps doing it, your cheeks warm up weirdly.

"That's gross." You say and he chuckles. he pulls away and keeps staring at you as he licks his lips. he feels something grabbing his mask, before he could look, (Y/N) pulls his mask away and finally gets to see his face, he was very attractive man, you couldn't help yourself to say that straight to his face.

"Wow, you're hot." (Y/N) says as they look to the man, which had a confused look on.

"What?" He asks, still holding you.

"I said you're hot." (Y/N) said and the man frowns.

"Why aren't ya' scared?!" His accent got thicker, his cheeks began to blush, he keeps asking himself what he did wrong? why didn't he scare you?

"I mean, honestly, someone with a face like that wouldn't make me scared, it would make me feel other things." (Y/N) said as they blushed as well, He got furious and quickly pushed you away.

"What is wrong with you?" The man asked.

"I'm the one who needs to ask you that, you're a serial killer, you broke into my house and tried to make a move on me without even inviting me for dinner." (Y/N) said, the man took a few steps back.

"If you keep acting like this, i am gonna have you for dinner." He grabs his mask back, he grabs your phone from his pockets and throws it into your bed, he walks towards the window.

"I don't know, i don't think i would taste very good." You scratch your head.

"What is your name anyway?" You ask as he gets ready to leave. he looks at you, still frustrated.

"Bob Velseb." He stares at you.

"I'm (Y/N)." You said to him.

"I know that, i know a lot about you." Bob jumps from the window, you run towards it and he is no longer to be seen. you sigh in relief, that worked really well, playing with his feelings until he leaves.

you close the window and grabs your phone, only to see a text from Lila.

LIla: Are you okay?

(Y/N): Yeah yeah just a little thing that happened but wait for me

Before leaving, you wash your face, you put a band-aid on your cheek, you barricade your windows and then walk out of the house towards Lila's.

Bob kept watching you from the distance, he got obsessed with you ever since he laid eyes on you, and now he finally saw that you're just as weird, so he began to think about you a lot more and more.

[urlocalcountrymutt]

HOLIDAY NIGHT’S.

Bob Velseb x Gn! reader

ohgoohohoho yes, hello tumblr i have decided i too, want to join the bob velseb x reader shenanigan's, this honestly was rushed, i have a headache and its a big owie but hey, whattya gonna do about it? also if you squint this could be lore idk

(also happy holidays:])

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It was the holiday season, store's and restaurant's rushed and busied themselves with holiday gifts and family meet ups, the expecting early closing of everything thru the nights so workers can go home to relax and enjoy themselves, except for a few. A man by the name of Bob Velseb who owned a small diner in a local town was one of the few people who were open for the holidays. It being his business, he can open and close his shop whenever he pleases, this holiday he had planned to close it like always, he has no family nor friends he plans on seeing.

But on your regular lunch breaks, you go visit and start chit chat with the man that runs the dinner, you spat out the idea of keeping the diner open during the holidays, there wasn't much thought to it, just an empty idea. Bob curious though, asked what you meant, you told him he might get more business with keeping the place open, some family's like to eat out as a holiday tradition and some cant afford a holiday meal so it could help out. Bob took that idea into consideration as he watch you take a bite of your burger that you would order regularly whenever you stop by.

Soon enough he eventually asked if you'd help him prep his restaurant for the holidays, that involved him buying a few decorations and you bringing a few of your own, you even brought your Christmas tree in which Bob helped you decorate, conveniently funny you had a little burger ordainment that had cartoonish eyes and a Santa hat that was chipped.

while thru the few days you both decorated, bob asked if you were going to stop by during the holiday, but like a sour note to his ear's you had said no. not exactly no, but just the case that you were busy, which either way made a pain in his chest, You were his top costumer, a favorite at that. so when you told him sadly you wouldn't be joining him for his holiday opening he was upset, though he hid it threw his hazed eyes and a forced toothy smile.

so when he saw you knocking and waving through the glass door to his business out in the winter wonderland, snowflakes barely grazing over your form, he was thoroughly surprised.

he dropped his rag onto the counter he was once cleaning and rushed over to unlock the door and ushered you inside, instantly noticing the redness on your cheeks and nose.

"Darlin' what are you doing here? i thought you said you were gonna be busy today-" Bob interrupted himself as you pulled out something from behind your back, your own smile plastered on your features, questioning himself if it warmed you just as much it warms his heart.

"I said toDAY, not toNIGHT, plus i physically couldn't hold myself back to give you your gift anymore." You handed Bob his gift, messily wrapped with snowmen littering across the paper, a red bow neatly tied in the middle, a card sticking out underneath it.

Bob took the gift hesitantly, like it was the most fragile thing in the world, his eyes were wide and his smile faltered for a second, fortunately you were occupied at looking at the clock.

"Not to mention its like 9:47." you stated, putting your hands in your pockets, poor thing you must be freezing, nothing but a heavy hoodie was keeping your body warm.

Bob snapped out of his trance at the motion, gift still held gently in his hands as his eyes met yours, his smile was now small but soft.

"Heh, didn't even realize, i've been working all day the time must've slipped my mind. time fly's when your havin' fun huh?"  The large man asked, furrowing a playful brow at you as he watched you roll your eye's but couldn't stop the small giggle that slipped between your lips.

"Shut up old man." Bob just chuckled as he walked behind the front counter, placing your gift down next to his rag as you followed pursuit, sitting down on a stool, putting your elbows on the surface cupping your hands to your face as you tried to gain feeling back to your fingers.

"Would ya' like some coffee? just made a fresh pot not to long ago." Bob asked, already getting you a cup as you nodded, grabbing himself a cup as well as.

your leg bounced up and down excitedly as the larger man finished and stirred up both of your beverage's, you hoped he liked his gift, you put a lot of work into it but you still couldn't help but feel like it wasn't the best.

anxiety nipped away at your nerves as Bob placed your cup in front of you, you watched as it steamed, the heat of it barely hitting your face but it still proved some warmth.

Bob looked at your gift, his smile almost faltering again but stopped as he watches you pushed the present towards him, happily chanting for him to open it, but Bob didn't want to touch it. He didn't want to ruin it, even though it was still packaged he thought it was beautiful on its own, the idea that you had gone out of your way to even think about getting him something was filling enough to his heart, but the lively present in font of him felt like the most delicate thing on  earth, the feeling that once its open it would lose its rarity.

"Y'know darlin' you didnt have to get me anything-"

"Of course I had too, you mean a lot to me and I needed to find a way to show you. Now shh and open your present."

you stuck your tongue out at the man in front of you as he laughed once more at your playful actions, ignoring the warm feeling that washed over him as you said that, he placed his hands on the silky bow, hesitant to open for a moment before taking the bow off only for the whole wrapping to come undone revealing a white box.

Bob snorted as he watched you bring your hands up over your face, a muffled scream met his ears before he covered his own mouth with the back of his hand to try to contain the laughter that was bubbling inside of him.

"It's the thought that counts sugar." he laughed at your deflated state before opening the box only to met with the vision of red.

"I hope you like it, it was my first time trying to crochet, so im sorry for some of the loose parts but over all I think it came out pretty good!" you squeaked out, hoping that the your friend agrees with you.

It took Bob a moment to register what he was looking at but in the moment you started talking it clicked, it was a red sweater. you had made him a red sweater. Pulling it out of the box to get a better look at it, his fingers were met with soft fabric that were knitted neatly together, the feeling lingered and danced on his fingertips as all he can do was just stares at the clothing.

At your view it look like he was staring blankly at it, did he not like it? did you mess something up? you can fix it if you have too! But sweet thing, the man that stood in front of you loved it, well, love wasn't even the right word to describe the feeling that weighed on his chest. It was overwhelming and it burned but it felt good, it felt golden a holy feeling is what he would say, if he were a holy man.

You sat quietly as you watch Bob put the sweater on, gently one arm through the hole and the same with the other, the skin on your lip falling to your lap as you picked nervously.

The sweater fit perfectly, in fact it was even a bit loose on the larger mans form, that made you feel a bit good about it, but maybe that's not what he likes. But you had to admit it did fit his aesthetics, his dark hair and messy stubble did fit well with the maroon color of the sweater.

You laughed nervously to yourself as voiced cracked underneath the weight of your nervousness.

"Heh.......D-do you like it?"

Bob looked at his signature smile and heavy lidded eyes were still on his face, but if you squint you swear you could see hearts pulsing in his eyes as he stared down at you.

"I love it, its very comfy, don't think im ever gonna be able to take it off." He said calmly ignoring the ravishing feeling that was chewing threw his nerves as he took at a sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

you sighed in relief internally to yourself, as you went to now take a sip of your own coffee the dryness that coated your throat was now clear when Bobs voice interrupted you.

"But-" he placed his mug down and gave you a small smirk.

"You do realize im going to have to get you somethin' now right?" you let out a annoyed groan as you threw your head back, like that of an annoyed child.

"I told you, you don't have to get me anything." you said glaring at him, but all he did in return was lean his upper body against the counter top, his smirk never leaving his face as he used his elbows to prop himself up.

"I think I said the exact something to you and what did you do?" once again he furrowed his brow at you as if he was interrogating you.

You on the other hand just grumbled under your breath and furrowed your own brows as you took a sip of your now cold coffee, hearing Bob chuckle to himself next to you.

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[silky-silks]

Ah Yee

(So after a bit or rest and self-reflection, as well as opening to my mom about what has been bothering me i feel a bit better. Not saying Im completely healed or whatso, but I regained a bit of my confidence back. Best mom ever.)

Spooky month 6 is literally being premiered tomorrow like OMFG, at 1pm too??? Somone get the Homestyle popcorn and one cold Pepsi and Coke. When it comes out I'm definitely going to draw a scene of it.

So I decided to draw these two. I love these characters.

Eric belongs to @ericvelseb666

Also Simon is becoming the mascot for my blog for a whole week after Spooky Month Hollow Sorrows finish premiering. Silky going on vacation.

Simon just grabbed Eric out of the Velseb household one day because he wanted to hang out with his "cousin". After some talking With Nina, Simon goes literally across the globe and takes Eric to an Cabin in Alaska. Why did he do it? Ask Simon.

There he sets up the TV (Note the Tv is very large, so Eric is literally in front of a Tv the equivalent to a movie screen, but I suck at perspective), grabs the biggest and softest toy he has (A big jackelope), makes this literally giant bowl of popcorn and they watch re-runs of Spooky Month and any other horror movie.

(EXCEPT Tender treats because 1. it would be morbid for Eric to see his dad die and 2. Simon is terrified of Bob. It's a long story but Bob reminds Simon of another distant relative to the Snow-dwellers specied which Ill probably draw and show a diagram for later since Simon is getting some lore soon)

While strange he took Eric a day early, traveling to Alaska ain't easy since Simon travels by the water. On the bright side, Simon been practicing his "host" service, so he keeps the temp in the cabin warm by fires and tons of blankets.

Note: Simon hates horror movies, but he only watched them because he knew Eric likes them. Like Simon always say Simon: "Anything to make ya happy cousin! (Literally shaking in fear)

-Anyway. See ya'll tomorrow at Midnight"

[galexis-void]

"Down in the Dunkities" (RatMeat)

A/N: Second fic! I'm having trouble trying to write a prequel to Something Sweeter, so in the meantime, have this. Again, the characters may be out of character.

Also, quick note - please don't criticize me if my stories make no sense. My intention is to entertain, not to be logical.

Summary: Dexter's feeling down on life, and of course Bob won't have any of that.

Trigger warnings: Angst (maybe?)

Credit goes to @eunchancorner and their anonymous askers for the idea!

(fic below the cut)

     Dexter had been staring at their hands for the last ten minutes, almost entranced by their own inner monologue. The aftereffect of their needs wasn’t nearly as intense as the actual anticipation itself, but it may have been worse - because now that they were in a relatively stable state of mind, they had all the time in the world to reflect on the horrible things they had done. God, they hated this feeling…

     A low voice behind them snapped them out of their own thoughts. “Dex?”

     Even if the person’s drawl wasn’t a dead giveaway, the pet name definitely was. With a heavy sigh, Dexter glanced over their shoulder to see Bob hovering over them. The large man was leaning on the couch, glancing down at his partner with clear concern. There was almost nothing that unsettled Dexter more than seeing Bob Velseb without a smile.

     “Hey,” Dexter muttered, glancing away. The last thing they needed was to make Bob worry about them.

     “Are ya havin’ those moods again?”

     For a moment, Dexter considered lying. But that would be stupid - they were a terrible liar, and even if they were good at it, Bob seemed to have some kind of built-in lie detector. And even if they didn’t outright say what was wrong, Bob would fuss over them all day until they finally cracked from his kindness.

     “Sort of,” they mumbled in defeat. There really was no point. They were damned if they did, damned if they didn’t. All they could really do was hope Bob wouldn’t be too up in arms about it, and not ask a lot of questions.

     But of course, that was wishful thinking. “You look like ya haven’t slept. Is it that bad?”

     Dexter sighed. They’d tried to explain the nature of their needs to Bob before, but the big guy never seemed to truly understand. But even so, he made up for it with his actions. Dexter used to say Bob had a big appetite and a bigger heart, and it really showed.

     Next thing Dexter knew, Bob was seated next to them, with an arm around their waist. Bob wasn’t even that much bigger than Dexter, but he was definitely stronger by a long shot. Dexter soon found themself with their head on the larger man’s shoulder, and felt so tempted to fall asleep right there.

     “There, there. You know I’m here for ya.”

     While Dexter did feel better than they had before, they still felt awful. And clearly Bob could tell, too, because now he was pulling his flustered partner even closer. He shifted position, resting his chin on top of Dexter’s head. “Dex… you know this ain’t gonna fly. You know I’m gonna hafta’ do somethin’ about this.”

     “Like what?” they mumbled bitterly.

     “C’mon… don’tcha remember what happens to grumpy lil’ beans like you?”

     Dexter tried to think. What did Bob do if they were down in the dunkities? Usually he’d spoil them, make their favorite food and whatnot. But for particularly bad days, Bob had this very… different way of handling things…

     Wait.

     Oh no.

     He couldn’t possibly be thinking…?!

     Dexter took a second to look upward, and catching a glimpse of Bob’s smirk confirmed their suspicions. “H-hey, listen… you don’t have to do this…”

     “Oh, but I kinda do.”

     “Y-you’re actually gonna-?!”

     “Ya know the drill. Grumpy folks get the claws.”

     Oh god. Not the claws. Anything but the claws!

     Dexter didn’t even have a chance to retort before their larger partner viciously dug his claws into their ribs, eliciting a high pitched shriek. Then the shriek dissolved into giggles, often interrupted by loud snorting. One by one the claws unclenched, and each found their way to one particular spot on Dexter’s ribs.

     “I know I’m doin’ this to cheer ya up,” Bob noted, “but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love that laugh of yours.”

     Dexter buried their face into Bob’s sweater, not wanting him to see them blush from the flattery. But they knew it was probably too late - nothing escaped Bob Velseb, whether they were prey or details.

     The claws were going to town, skittering and scribbling all over the flustered exterminator’s ribcage. It had only been a few minutes and they were already going insane. “NOOOO *snort* HAHAHAAH! NOHOT *snort* THE CLAWHAWHAWHAWS!!”

     “Yes, the claws. Don’t tell me ya can’t handle the claws?~” He raised his other hand from Dexter’s back and playfully wiggled the digits over their head. “Well, the left claws are a bit lonely, so they got a new best friend - the right claws! And they’re just dyin’ to meetcha…”

     Dexter dared to look up, and immediately hid again once they realized their mistake. One set of claws was bad enough, and only serious situations called for both pairs.

     “…so make sure ya give them a warm welcome, hey?”

     And both pairs of claws made contact with Dexter’s sides, wiggling and scribbling wherever they could reach - which was almost all of the poor exterminator’s torso, given how long the claws were. All Dexter could do was laugh and squeal their heart out, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

     Eventually Dexter slapped their hand against Bob’s sleeve, which was their designated sign for when it was time to stop. Bob immediately released them, relocating his hands to their back and allowing them to rest. Poor Dexter was practically breathless by this point, and very tired, but also quite euphoric. They’d never admit it aloud, but this was exactly what they’d needed.

     “Ya feel better now?” they heard Bob say to them, very quietly and gently. They couldn’t respond verbally, but instead nodded, and Bob gently squeezed their back in return. “I could’ve wrecked ya for so much longer. Maybe some other time, when you’re feelin’ up to it.”

     Dexter thought that sounded wonderful. They laid their head on Bob’s chest before starting to drift off, cradled by him and finally able to relax.

     “Thank you…”

-END-

[sargentvenipede]

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🥄 - Do you want to see the scooping room?

a question - If you could become anyone, anything, anywhere, anytime, who what and where would you be at what time?

[bobvelsebobsession]

I definitely shoulda made this blog back in October but man I just started playing Tender Lovin’ Cannibal and it reignited the flame.

So lemme introduce myself, I’m not new to Tumblr. I’ve been in and out for years, the blog is new though. I’m an artist and enjoy others artwork. I am a Youtuber and streamer so I may announce my streams here.

I dunno why I started loving Bob Velseb, may the voice? Maybe his personality? The big boy bod? Who knows I’m a enjoyer of many things, Bob is no exception.

Feel free to ask me questions, my asks should be open. Hell maybe I can even ask my boyfriend to do some of his Bob impressions for some voice over stuff I draw.

[bigbobvelseb]

is luna is inside the house?

LUNNY RUNNN D:

(Feat. @lunaglitchercc )

[junepingu]

Bob velseb x reader

!A stranger encounter...!

Plot: You were relaxing on your bed, after a while you Feel Watched, you look up at your window and you notice that was slightly open...

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After a long day of really stressing work you finally got home and have time only for yourself.

You put on the table the phone and your bag and walk in your bedroom to change in comfy clothes.

You put on a f/c pijamas that was really large and really Soft, you returned in the kitchen to make some tea/ camomille to warm you up a bit, you were really tired today, when you were out it was like it would never end the day, hopefully for you it did.

The tea/camomille is ready, you took the cup with you, turn off the light of the kitchen and return in your bedroom, you Exhale and jump on the bed and took a sip of your cup, you were feeling your tired eyes that were fighting for life to stay open, but they have more power on you, you just took a little sip of the drink and then you collapsed on your bed.

The time passed and at some point you open straight your eyes for no reason, it was really dark in your room and you could only notice the light of the moon coming from the window, An icy breeze hits your face...The window..."did i open the window?" you asked in your mind, but you shrug it off because maybe you were to tired to understand what was going on, so you got up, because now you Lost the sleep, and went to close the window.

You tried again to re catch your sleep but nothing was worthy so you just started for a while at the ceiling.... At some point you heard a whisper, but it was like near your left ear, you jump on the bed immediatly trying to punch and kick whatever was near you, obviously there was nothing but you were sure you hear something "okey maybe is just the room, maybe there are people outside talking and the room echo the voices.." or "its impossible, maybe i immaginate that!" you were keep telling you what it was, like rethorically because you didn't know for sure, you were now just scared to hell.

Time had pass and you were now, with big Black circles under your eyes, on the sofa, trying to Watch tv. You couldn't even think about what happened in the bedroom, now you Lost your sleep and anything couldn't bring it back, it looks ironic how you were so tired and now you were awake trying to not fall asleep again.

You were a little to scared, you were an easy person to scarpe, if you saw a damn big Black spider on your wall you would just scream and Run away, those things are disgusting for real jesus!.... Anyway...

On the tv the TV news was already talking about a disaster that happened in the city a few hours ago, maybe when you were still sleeping in your warm bed, you realize that they were talking about a murder, the victim has not yet been identified and the killer is still at large, the most disturbing thing was that the area of the killing was near yours, a few blocks from your street.

At that moment your blood freezes, you don't even want to know the rest that you run to check if all the doors and windows were sealed even with bricks if it was necessary.

You calm down knowing that everything was ok, but what you had blissfully forgotten was your personal window lying in front of your bed. When you got up you noticed it was open, but it just so happens that you forget it so randomly.

So strange and creepy at the same time.

You didn't check on your bed's window... That cause a little incoventient, after you sit down on the sofà for trying to catch your heart from pounding in your chest for the heart attack you had 5 sec ago, you heard a "POUM!" you fucking screamed with all your throat, after 10 full minutes waiting for some other noise you took a knife and went to check if the noise was coming from a stranger....

It wasn't... You opened the door slowly.... And for your sight you saw.... A bird?...

"the fuck?.." you said looking at the little creature to disperetfully trying to Fly out the window...

"ehy boy uhm.. You shouldn't sneak in to someone house at this time you know?" you said calmy trying to catch the little "you gave me an heart attack down there you know? Ok.." the bird strangely stood calm in your hand as you were to put it on the window, after 2 second he freely Fly away, made you shift on your feet.

"God! Thank you so much you little...." you sigh, you then closed the window and sigh again, you were really tired...

So that was the noise, a bird? Jesus... A fucking bird gave me an heart attack for all day? My god, well you thought that, but this slip off you immediately trying to bring back your sleep, you just wanted to get back to bed, it was as if you had reassured yourself that today's noise was all because of the bird, stupid right?...

"okey if there is no more creature or news that wants to keep me up i would gladly go to bed thank you" you said as there was somoene in the room with you.

You jump on your bed and like 3,2...1...your eyes close immediatly cause you were tired.

After quite a while you start to hear noises near the door of your room, when you open your eyes you notice a black figure disappear, from there you start to tremble and jump out of bed For fear (has someone entered my house?) you asked inside yourself, at some point the door slams and closes suddenly, you start to panic and your breathing becomes more and more heavier as time goes on.

You see that the window re opened and you decide to close it again, but unfortunately you turn your back to the door and it starts to open slowly, but you didn't notice it, you turn and pull a shrill scream and jump almost 10 meters for fright, in front of you there was a figure, It looked like he had a costume cut for Halloween on, he had a red sweater and red devil mask, the mask was made of fabric and the holes in his eyes and of the mouth were large, so you could see his creepy smile and his big and wide eyes as he was staring down at you, he was a tall and big Man, with a fucking knife on his hand probably waiting to chop you in pecies, you started to walk back words slowly as he was just there watching you and drooling like a dog.... He was just super scary, his smile made you chills down your spine.

"the hell you are doing in my house! Go away!!" you weren't the head of your mouth, the words came out with instint, you step back again as you hit the wall with your back, he was just still there smiling at you, jesus christ thats why you have to fucking close your window and all the Doors you have in your room, jesus your heart was racing like hell and your stomach was burning for the fear.

He looked at you and his smile was growing bigger as he spoke "did you know that if you'll eat a human brain you'll get a desease as like mad cow?" his voice had a southern accent and was really deep and scary, it could haunt you for the rest of your life... As he looked at you with a huge grin he step closer to you, you shout at him "DONT MOVE! I'll call the police you fucking Psycho!" you said as you were now trying to figure out what you could use to defende yourself.

He didn't listen as he step closer to you, you were trying to stay focused but you couldn't think of anything else as much as his big knife, bloddy knife, looks like he used it not so long ago.

But as it rush in your brain like an arrow you remember that you have your window so you could just jump out even because it wouldn't have take much you lived On the ground floor, as you looked back at the man you noticed that now was in front of you, he was towering you like Skyscraper "oh don' worry litt' lamb, it'll be super quick i swear" he said in a very deep tone, youre heart beat was now trying to cut open your chest from the pain but this didn't stop you from trying, you reached a near lamp in a very qick way and throw it on his face, he grunts and step back from the pain, you hit his eye it was becoming all red from the Hit, you started to Run to the window open it and jump off, you didn't turn back as you were hearing big and heavy steps that were going to become faster and faster, you were running with naked feet so it hurt a little when you touch some objects on the floor.

You ran and ran and ran and ran as you finally arrived near the police station and scream with the hair, all the hair in your chest to bring attention.

"so you were attacked by this man that was wearing this devil costume right?" the police officer repeated what you said just one second ago, "exactly, i then run off the house and now im here" you said always with a sense of fear and your hands were trembling really bad so the other officer bought you a cup of water, you thank him and started again to reassure yourself with deep breath.

After a while that you had to wait in the station the two cops went near you to Warn you about the situation.

"so we found out that the Man that was trying to attack you is the same that we were trying to find all this time so now that we know that he is in This part of town you Will have us at your service for protection, we can't have more victims in mind, its our job to protection people, even because you had a front with him so that means that he will try to catch on you again in any time" What the policeman said seemed a bit strange to you, as if you were going to be the reward for the killer, your face showed a bit of discomfort, one of the policemen notices it "ehy Im sorry this will sound a little bit strange but we are trying our best to be more carefull as we can, so even if you dont want to help us anymore we are going to be at your service the same" he handed you a paper with his number on, (mh okey) you thought to yourself "okey i think... I Will warn you for everything strange" the two of them nod at the same time as you smile a bit, "perfect now we Will geet you home is that okey?" you nod and they walk you to theyre car.

You finally returned home and at this point you locked everything and you blocked your bedroom door just to be sure that no one Will enter it.

You fell asleep immediatly.

The next day you woke up immediatly as you were now feeling relaxed, you then started to get dressed, clean yourself and went outside to go eat something, yesterday you haven't had the time, for plausible reasons, to go shopping so you look for a place to go to get something to nibble on.

You were in This little town from time to time but never tried this restaurant "boys & grills" , so you started to walk in front of the door and decide to enter it.

There was a "drin" from the Doorbell, the sound turned the man who was behind the counter, he was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt with a red coat with the restaurant writing on it, the hat had the same color and writing, he was a big and massive handsome man, black hair with a goatee and a nice big smile almost touched his ears, and two beautiful big black eyes that began to peer at you from afar until you approached his counter.

"welcome to boy's and grills wha' can i get ya?" he said with big smile on his round face, you then smile back at him as you were now a little embarassed for his stare as your cheeks became a little pink, "ehy ehm.. Yeah i would like a big boy Burger with big grilled chips and a chocolate milkshake please" you smile again and looked down, he then answered with a nod and "perfect i'll be back in a minute darlin'" you blushed for the nickname".

As you were waiting for him to bring youre order you were looking around the restaurant, you were really in love with all the style that he has in, it was a vintage style almost the 50' or 60' style, you were loving it really.

As you waited on your Phone you heard the door swing open and the Man finally brought your order, "enjoy!" he said with a little smirk on his face.

You thank him with a big smile, you then looked for a moment the Burger and it looked really delicious, the big meat inside of it was Nice cooked and also juicy, the fries were fried and sautéed on special spices and the milkshake was a nice real color, not like the ones you buy at the supermarket, you then give the first bite like a shark that didn't eat for months, after Tasting the part you hum in Ecstasy, "oh my god it's amazing i never tried something like this, jesus, you should be famous around all the globe man" you were excited as a little baby, he just smirk in amusment at you and chuckle a bit from your comment "oh thank you ther' darlin'.." he said just staring at you eating with all your life the Burger.

Suddenly you hear him start talking and ask you a question that left you a little weird "did we ever met before?" you looked him straight in the eyes as he was still staring at you with his big smile, you looked away thinking and then back at him "uhh.. I don't think so, even if Im in This place from a long time but i never had the time to came here" he listened and just hum and looked away for a moment "how Rude that I am, my name y/n nice to meet you, you and your Burgers" you laugh a bit, he chuckle too and answer "Im Bob my pleasure".

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🍓EHY this is the little story that i made, tell me if you want the continue or maybe something more you know.. ❤️‍🔥Spicy..

Anyway have a great day!

[askmafiabobvelseb]

So. What now?

[bellamer]

I rushed to finish her but this is my Spooky Month OC, Nisa Yuuna

Nisa was a pretty normal person until she was about 8 years old, when her family was in a car accident, where a semi truck hit her family's car head on. She suffered a traumatic brain injury and had to be put in a coma.

She woke up a few months later and everything was normal, until she had her first real meal and it tasted terrible. No matter what she ate, it all tasted like shit, causing her to vomit. The doctors were slumped as to why this happened and didn't know how to reverse it, putting her through every kind of therapy and procedure, having her survive off of vitamins, supplements and iv fluids until they could come up with a cure.

One day, when she was 9, she was playing with her neighbors kid, when he fell and scraped his elbow. Seeing the blood, Nisa felt an indescribable urge and was so overcome with hunger, that she blacked out

When she came to again, her parents and her neighbors parents were screaming, trying to pry her off of the boys arm, several chunks of flesh missing, as her teeth ripped into him. After this mishap, her parents, not knowing what to do, placed her into a mental hospital.

After that, she had an insatiable craving for flesh and blood, never forgetting the taste. She knew it was wrong and hated what she had become, but she couldn't help it and wanted more. One day, when she was 13, she got wind that one of the other patients at the mental hospital had died and snuck into their cell before their body could be taken to the morgue and ripped into their flesh, the hunger that had plagued her disappearing with each bite.

Unfortunately, she was caught by the orderlies and made a daring escape. Since she was small because of the lack of nutrients she was getting, she escaped through the vents and ran away.

When she was about sixteen, the hunger clawed at her so badly that she had the idea to sneak into hospital morgues and steal the corpses to satisfy her cravings and became known as the 'Morgue Snatcher'

At age 25, she was doing her usual routine when she happened upon the corpse of Bob Velseb and figured that since he was such a big guy, he'd last her a while and hauled his body back to her hideout to cut him up and stash him in her deep freezer.

Unfortunately for her, Bob wasn't dead, his heartbeat and pulse were just slowed significantly and dragging the big guy to her hideout made his heart kickstart, so when she crawled on top of Bob to start the process, he woke up and they both screamed.

Nisa explained that she thought he was dead and he asked what she was planning to do to him. Not being able to come up with a reasonable explenation as to why she stole his body from the morgue, she hesitantly explained that she was hungry and was planning to eat him, explaining her situation and her need for human meat, making him laugh, as she begged him not to rat her out, offering to fix his wounds if he stayed silent.

He told her that they were more alike than she thought, except that he preferred his meat fresh and that he'd show her a thing or two about hunting for food, telling her that she'd never go hungry again as long as she kept him around.

Which then began the start of an absolutely deranged partnership.

Some facts:

- Although fresh meat tastes better, she hates the killing aspect, which is why she steals her food from morgues, even though most times, they're already drained of blood.

- Morgue corpses taste more like frozen TV dinners to her, which she doesn't mind but it gets tiring after a while.

- She prefers to eat cooked meat but because of limited supplies and time, she ends up eating it raw most of the time, but she doesn't mind the taste, it's like eating sushi to her.

- She detests Bob at first because she claims that he kills and eats people to get off on it while she eats already dead people because she needs to survive off it, but comes to the terms that she and Bob are more alike than she likes to admit.

- She and Bob have a deal that, as long as she doesn't have to kill the people and he does the killing, she'll help dismember them and prepare them, as long as they share the corpse.

- She later finds out that she can actually tolerate the taste of candy, particularly the taste of hard candies, but she can't survive on them and she doesn't get nutrients from them.

- Bob thinks of her as his soulmate and that fate brought them together, especially since they're both cannibals and the fact that he woke up when she was going to eat him.

- Cooking regular food with human meat actually makes the food palatable to her at times. Like if she cooked a human liver and onions, the onions taste good because they were cooked with the liver, same goes with seasonings and sauces. It also gives her a sense of normality, eating the meat all prepared like it's a regular dish instead of eating it just straight from the body. She gets miffed when Bob will sometimes disturb her cooking process to try to steal a finger or eyeball to snack on raw, since Bob stopped caring for normalcy long ago.

- Even though Bob doesn't care about normalcy, he still has some old recipes he used to have to disguise his human meat as regular meat and will make them for Nisa. Hamburgers, BBQ ribs, blood wine, steak, blood sausage, headcheese, even chitlins made from human intestines.

- Nisa has a rule that no part of the body must go to waste and that they have to come up with a use or recipe for each limb and organ, mostly due to her starving for a good part of her life and having to take and save what she could get.

- Bob was surprised and quite jealous when Nisa told him that she had eaten several human brains without getting kuru. He's always wanted to try a brain but was too scared of the risks.

- At first she thought she was a zombie but her organs still work, blood pumps through her veins, she's warm and she still breaths so that was quickly crossed off. No one knows wrong with her, just that her brain was somehow rewired after the accident and the coma.

- The eye necklace she wears sometimes blinks.

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Can we get some more bob velseb vore? Perhaps a continuation of the prompt you did for him before?

Yeah, definitely! I presume this one is asking about this story, so that's what I'm working with.

Barry still couldn't quite believe that this was actually happening. He'd been quiet the whole way there, letting the deranged cannibal simply drag him along. Now they're sat down at a restaurant for a dinner he'd reserved with his boyfriend. Except...his boyfriend is just some sludge pumping through the killer's bowels, and instead, he can only watch as Bob greedily tears into his third steak.

""Mmm..." Bob gulps the last bite down and licks his lips. "Now, this place knows how to make a steak. Haven't had one that good in a while." He chuckles to himself and pats his stomach a few times, which lets out a noisy groan against his hand. Barry can't help but stare at it.

"But..." Bob slowly rubs along it, his near-perpetual grin widening just slightly. "...I'm still starving over here. Guess those treats at the haunted house weren't enough, even with the steak." Barry finally looks up from the killer's stomach to meet his eyes, seeing the light of a hungry predator gleaming from them. "Wouldn't want our first date to end on a hungry stomach, would we?"

"F-First?" B.arry asks hesitantly. Is he implying more? Why the hell would he go on more dates with this guy?! He should be calling the cops! Why hasn't he?! Bob has gone unnoticed so far since everything just thinks its a costume, but surely the police will listen and--

"Of course first!" Bob exclaims with a laugh. "I'm your boyfriend now, you think you can get away with taking me on just one date? You didn't treat the other one like that, did you?" He rubs over his gut slowly and tilts his head. He stops when it lets out a noisy groan. "Speaking of...I'm still starving."

Barry shrinks back in his seat slightly as he watches Bob summon the waiter over with a gesture. With a slurp of his lips, the cannibal yanks the man down, drooling maw opening impossibly wide to take him. in. Actually watching Bob eat a man whole was...quite the experience for Barry. He already knew the killer could do it, but that's different from seeing it happen. Bob's jaws stretched so easily over the thrashing waiter, each gulp sucking him down the hatch as easily as it had those bites of steak. In no time, kicking legs are disappearing with a wet slurp, and Bob is licking his lips again as his belly bloats outward with its latest snack.

Bob lets out a thick belch and pats his gut a few times. It's pressed tightly against the table now, gurgling up a storm. Barry finds himself staring at it again. "I don't mind if ya wanna touch it," Bob says with a lax smile. "Go ahead. I don't bite."

Touch it..? Why the hell would he want to touch it?! This is disgusting! It's wrong! It's...It's...really soft. That's the first thing Barry thinks when he does put his hand against Bob's stomach, feeling it squish with all the fat already on it. It's warm, too, especially thanks to the digestive process going on inside. Barry can barely feel the waiter inside through all the heft...he can barely hear the man, too.

"How about...we get some food to go and we finish this up at my place?" Bob offers with a big grin. "And you can spend tonight gettin' real personal with the ol' tank here." He pats the side of his stomach a few times and chuckles darkly. For some reason...Barry likes the idea.