#bob velseb yandere

[adonisdoesstuff]

SPOOKY MONTH DATING HEADCANONS

AN: Some characters are gonna be OOC but i tried to work with what i had, also sorry if it was cringe. The reader is gender neutral.

┆Bob Velseb

• Would stare at you with his creepy smile 90% of his time.

• Would always want to cook for you, it's better you watch out for human meat in his burgers.

• Will tell you facts about wholesome human body related facts. . . they slowly grow darker.

• Sleepy? Ask him to use his belly as a bed and he would 100% agree to it.

• He's obsessed with you, which in the start seem to be just him protecting you but don't mistake that, he will kill a lot of people for you.

• He is very touchy, careful, he bites. . . a lot. He also likes to hold you closer to him, to the point where you could suffocate in his chest. • Will try to taste your body but will be careful to not hurt or "ruin" it. He considers you the perfect thing that exists. • He will do whatever you ask (expect breaking up with him.) • His kisses are more instense. . . because he NEEDS to feel you. • He likes to tease you, a lot, it is his way of flirting. • Would give you food related nicknames. • Movie night, expect that to be animated movie, like it or not, this will be his choice. • Bob loves you very much, you can't stress this guy, believe me. It's not because he would get really mad, it is because he can't be stressed at you.

┆Streber & Kevin

• They would always worry about you, expect them to call you like 4-5 times in the day • They love to go out in the weekends with you, like watch a movie, eat ice cream or that photos together in public. • Kevin always talk about how he hates two specific children ruin the CandyClub in halloween. • Streber would talk about vampire related facts to you, get used to it. • Halloween night is Streber's cup of tea. • Streber would ask you to help him with the decorations and it depends on you to agree. • Kevin and Streber are very clingy towards each other but don't get to feel left out here, they will be very clingy with you too. • Streber likes the idea of role-playing as a vampire in real life, it is silly but you and Kevin let him do the playing. • When Kevin is very tired after work, he will hug you from behind only to "regain" his energy. • Kevin likes to give sweet and loving kisses while Streber tends to be more "expressive" with his kisses. • Kevin is a scaredy-cat when it comes about you getting sick, Streber is no different but Kevin makes sure that you feel better right there. • Kevin is not very talkative, so he tries to express himself by physical touch. • Streber is very talkative, he likes to talk a lot, sometimes it can be a little bit exhausting. • They love you very much and they will do their best to make you feel part of the relationship.

┆Rick Hedony

• He didn't talk much when you two went to your first date, but he tried his best to get to know you. • Rick is very depressed, you get really worried about him most of the time but he makes sure that he's okay. • Rick likes drinking and will invite you to drink with him. • You two quickly start meaningful conversations when you two are alone. • He calls you to make sure you're okay. "Hello?" You ask. "Just wanted to see if you're still alive." He says. "Yep, how about you?" You ask again. "I think so." He says. "Good to know." You say. • He used to quit his job easily but since you came into his life, he felt a bit more motivated to stay. • When he comes from work he walks towards you, only to give you a hug, sometimes he falls asleep on you, which is cute. • He lets you hold his face, he just stares at you with the same tired eyes. When you play with his "whiskers" he will let a small side smile, still with his tired eyes. • He falls asleep on you, he's very warm. • He likes to hug you a lot, get used to it. • The kisses are slow but affectionate, he just wants to keep you. • He also likes to hear you about your day has been. • He likes to brag about you everytime he gets the chance, how "lucky" he was to have you in his life. • Rick loves you very much, it may not seem like It because of his emotionless personality but he means it when he says you're very important to him. He's doing his best to make you feel loved.

┆Frank

• Frank likes to act cool and tough and that actually works. • Would give you free Ice cream, don't worry, those are not infected, he wouldn't do that to you. • Frank likes to hold your face with his big hands. • Oh yeah, his hands, they're big and cold but still comforting somehow, you can't help but hold them. • Frank is careful when comes to his size, he tries to not hurt you when you two are making out. • About the making you, you guys do it a lot, he is even going to stop his shifts when you want it. "Hey! can i get a Ice cream?!" A kid asks from outside. "WE'RE CLOSED!" Frank shouts angrly before going back to making out with you. • He asks about what type of kiss you would like to try and he's good at every single one of them. • You spend most of the time in his van. • Frank lets you use his sweater, he likes your smell on it. • Movie nights are always in the theater, he makes sure you both get the biggest popcorn bucket. • Frank is willing to throw hands with somebody if they raised their voice to you, you have to make sure a fight isn't worth it. • Frank also flirts a lot with you, he uses his huge size to his advantage and you totally fall for it. • He likes it when you shave his beard in the morning. • Frank also loves you very much, he can be emotionally distant sometimes but he does his best to make you sure that he loves you, even if he doesn't directly says it.

[triasticalwarlock]

yandere bob with a reader who has an odd fascination with cannibalism? shes never tried human flesh, but she certainly wouldnt be opposed

Deadly fascination

Hope you like this! Bare with me since like the other characters I write for, I'm still perfecting his personality. But I hope you liked this! Also, sorry if it's short. Enjoy! :)

Pairing- bob velseb x reader

Relationship- Romantic/platonic

Warnings- yandere behavior, cannibalism, when he's a red flag but y/n is color blind, fascination with cannibalism, murder, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, controlling behavior, non-con bob,MDNI.

Genre- yandere, fluff(?)

I personally believe that for both regular and yandere bob, they would both be ecstatic. Finding someone who wasn't terrified of them just from this fact, accepting the hunger for flesh without a second. They would be even more happy once they find out about your weird fascination with it, the first thing coming out of their mouth.

"Ya wanna try it?"

For yandere bob, he wouldn't really care if you wanted to try it or not. If he has to, he'll force feed you. While regular bob, will still try to get you to eat it, but will respect your decision after the 2nd time of trying. But knowing how you wouldn't be opposed of trying it, would send bob into a frenzy. Making a whole ass thanksgiving dinner but with human meat for you, standing in front of you. Fidgeting in excitement, waiting to see what you think of it. Now, if you like it, this man is mentally jumping in joy and shouting ' HURRAY!' and then will tell you to keep the eating. If you don't like it, he really doesn't care, will still make you eat it.

If you're fascination is that strong, he'll gladly let you watch him kill and cook his victims. Both Bob's are addicted to your attention, loves it when it's on them. But with yandere bob it amplified by 1000x. So having you watch him is like a blessing to him. Asking him questions about the process with make him rant about all the facts of cannibalism he knows, look at his search history and all of it is just, ' facts about cannibalism'. While he is a cold blooded killer, and cannibal. He is such a goddamn nerd. It's insane how much he knows about this way of eating.

Also, biting. Let's talk about that. If you want to, he'll gladly let you take a bite out of him. Biting and eating your partner is a love language for him. So that means he'll do it to. The places he normally goes for are; the arms, legs, neck, and fingers. But he keeps in mind not to take a bite out of you to much! Wouldn't want you leaving him would we?

Feeling the softness of his stomach Beneath your foldes legs feel like they were on a cloud. His large hands holding your hips just to hold you. Placing your hands on his shoulders, which was covered by his regular blood-red sweater. Sending you a grin, he tilts his head in a curious manner. " Watcha waiten' on suga?" Lifting one of his eye brows at you. You look away for a moment, thinking. " Well, I don't know where to bite you at." Letting out a booming laugh, slightly moving you up and down from your placement on his stomach. Before stilling. Still letting out a few chuckles" Please, hun. I've bittan inta' more people than ya could blink. I'ma be fine." Tilting his head more to give you room, his turtle-neck pulled aside. You nod, deciding to trust him. What else could you do? You knew he would force you if you didn't, he always did. But it wasn't like you wanted to stop, you where just making up scenarios. Leaning into the nave of his neck, you bite down. Not softly, but not rough either. Comfortable. You feel the rumble through his neck when he groans. Knowing him by know that he more than likely had some drool running down his stubbled chin. Lifting your hand, you dig it in his dark, black hair. Massaging his scalp as you bite harder. Making a iron-like taste invade your mouth. You feel Bob's arms wrap around you, pushing you against him harder. The position of your legs making it slightly uncomfortable, but you manage. The sounds falling out of his mouth sound like one of pleasure, not even in a sexual way. Just knowing that you were the one doing this was comforting to him. So, while it last. He indulged as much as he could.

Bob is also fiercely possessive. And just the thought of having a piece of himself inside of you( shut up, I know what you all have going through your heads right now)? Makes him happy, it makes him feel at peace. Because where ever you go he'll always be with you; protecting you, keeping you, owning you. you get this gist. And having a piece If your flesh in him does the same thing. You'll always be with him no matter what.

If you want, he'll let you kill someone yourself! He'll watch like a proud dad as you stab them. Pointing at you and going, 'see that? That's my wife that's killing you' then, he might let you cook with him! The reason that he doesn't do it without some convincing is because cooking for you is one of his pride and joys, mostly his pride. And he likes taking care of you, it makes you rely on him.

But, by some god you do manage to convince him. He'll be instructing and watching your every move. To make sure you don't get hurt and still having some control over your actions. Besides, he was a literal cook once, and he eats human flesh like it's a religion. You know that he knows what he's doing, so you listen.

But overall, regular and yandere bob would be happy with your interest in cannabism. They have your attention on them and are able to be in your presence. Which puts both versions at ease.

Version-not edited. Will if I notice something I didn't before.

[mauv-the-bluest-alt-ever]

(inspired by @enderpearlll fic)

POV: bob got inside y/n's house and found their photos and documents

[enderpearlll]

Yandere!Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. PT 5.

This is it, the (possible) final part to My Favourite Employee. I have no clue if there’ll be another part, I’m still debating on it. Thank you all so much for the support, the love and anticipation is very much appreciated! Hopefully this is a moderately satisfactory end!

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

TW/CW: Yandere content, emetophobia (vomiting), harsh language, murder, stalking, vivid descriptions of paranoia and anxiety, etc…

The name tag sat there on the countertop, shining in the light. Your coworkers name was engraved on it's surface, mocking you as you stared dead at it.

•... No. No, it couldn't be. It was probably a joke, right? A sick joke, Bob usually did make morbid jokes and told you weird stuff, it just had to be. You felt your blood run cold, your heart pounding out of your chest. "...B—Bob? What is this?" You asked, your voice cracking with fear. Bob chuckled lightly, like this was such a casual conversation. "The main ingredient, sweet pea."

•... And then you hurled onto the checkered floor, emptying out the contents of your stomach. No, no, no, no, no— This couldn't be happening. You fell onto the floor, clutching onto your arms and clawing into your skin as hard as you could. You felt like you were going to pass out, the room spinning around you. Bob gasped and ran around the counter and kneeled beside you, rubbing your back and brushing your hair away from your face.

• "Aw, you feelin' sick sweet pea? Don't worry, I'm here!" Bob smiled at you, his cheeks rosy and his eyes full of joy. He wrapped his arms around you, making you erupt with another bout of nausea. You slowly turned to face him, a blank look in your eyes. "Get. The. FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" You screamed, pushing yourself away and struggling to get to your feet. Bob was obviously hurt by your choice of words, slowly standing to his full height.

• "Aw, darlin', don't be that way... I did it for ya, I did it for us!" He chimed, holding his arms out towards you. "You're my favourite employee, how can I not do everything for ya?" You were petrified, everything clicking together in your head. The pet names, the affection, the favouritism... You started hyperventilating and stumbling backwards, shaking your head in disbelief. You trusted him, he was your friend—!

And now he was a monster.

• Bob's grin faltered as you quickly turned around, barreling into the kitchen. You glanced around and noticed the freezer, diving towards the door. You tried tugging and pulling on the latch, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked. Bob came through the doorway seconds after you, betrayal in his eyes. "S—Sweet pea, what are ya doin'...?" You cussed underneath your breath and stood there petrified as Bob stalked closer, approaching you like you were made of porcelain.

• He leaned out to caress your cheek, his touch as gentle as ever. But you slapped his hand away as tears welled in your eyes, clenching your jaw shut. "D—Don't touch me!" You yelled, before grabbing an empty crate and slamming it into the side of his head. Bob let out a scream of pain, falling onto his side as he groaned in pain. "D—Darlin'..." You dropped the crate and made a break for it, dashing out of the kitchen and into the hallway which led to a staff room and Bob's office.

• The staff room was always closed at night, since Bob made the rounds before you all started to clean. The only option was the office, so you took your chances and slammed into the door, which flew open sending you barreling to the floor. You winced in pain as you slammed the door, locking it behind you. You took a creaky old chair and propped it up against the doorknob, hoping that it would keep Bob out. You glanced around, having never seen the inside of his office before. The lights flickered on and off, obviously neglected. The security cameras were on as well.

• You tried to get off your ass and grabbed at the desk for support, but you couldn't get a good grip because of the piles of pictures on the desk. You accidentally sent some fluttering to the floor, landing on your behind again. The pictures landed around you, grabbing your attention. You grabbed one, which was a picture of you outside. Your eyes widened as you snatched another, which was you taking out the garbage. What the hell?

• You quickly stood up, glancing around the tiny office. There was a whole wall full of the creepy polaroid pictures, all of which were you. There was you sleeping, eating, walking, in public... You would probably puke again if you didn't already throw up your only meal of the day. All of them had dates scribbled in red ink, strung up with red string. and you turned around to see that there was even more photos on the desk.

• You tried to dig through the drawers, hoping to find a weapon or anything to use against him but what you found was nowhere near what you wanted to see. Your stuff, all the things that went missing over the last few weeks were in the drawers. Old toothbrushes, favourite clothes, used bandages, even more pictures... All of the drawers contained your stuff, nearly full to the brim of your belongings.

• You stared at the piles of stuff in the desk, and then at the cork board full of pictures on the other wall. This time, it wasn't pictures of you. It was of the people you knew and talked to, with some of them slashed with big red X's. You took a closer look and saw that those select few were ones of the missing people. Your coworker was the one of them. Same with the creepy guy, and the grocery clerk... You covered your mouth with a trembling hand when you noticed the cracked screen of your coworkers phone on the desk.

Bob was the one who killed them, he was the one who was stalking you, and he made you eat the remains of your coworker. This all felt like some sick nightmare that you wished you would wake up from already.

• You had to call the police, and quick. You quickly glanced over the cameras, and you saw that Bob was looking for you in the main area. You had enough time to make a call, and maybe enough time to find a weapon. So you looked for a phone, which was a old ancient phone buried underneath photos. You quickly dialled the police station, muttering 'please pick up' over and over underneath your breath.

• A gruff voice answered the call, obviously overtired. "Hello. Police station." You nearly cried in relief hearing his voice. "H—Hello? Yes, my name is..." You explained everything that you've seen, and that you had a major lead on where the missing people may be. You just hoped that they weren't all dead, like... You let a few tears fall, biting back a sob. "Please, you've got to believe me." You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The police officer was heard hollering for his partner before returning to the call.

• "Don't worry, we're on our way." And the call was ended with a click. You let out a sob of relief, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. Now, you just had to find a weapon—! *SLAM!*... Oh no.

• You looked at the hallway camera, mouth agape when you saw that Bob was at the door. This was it, this was where you died. By the hands of your obsessed boss who was stalking you for weeks, the source of all your paranoia. You screamed when he slammed his fist on the door, his voice echoing from the speaker and through the door.

"Sweet pea, don't do this to me! You're all I live for!" Hearing him say that made you sick. Bob had taken lives for you, which meant he wasn't kidding when he said he would do anything for you. You huddled in the corner, praying to whatever god was up there that you would make it out alive. Bob kept pounding on the door, getting more and more frantic.

• "GODDAMNIT SWEET PEA, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, your heart skipping a beat. You never thought you'd see the day where Bob would get angry at you. You stared at the cameras, watching as Bob braced himself to charge into the office. You prepared yourself, shielding your face and sliding down the wall. The door slammed open, the chair flying to the ground. Bob towered above you, chest heaving up and down.

• You could barely see his expression, but you could tell that he was staring down at you and grinning wide. His eyes were wide with a mania you thought that you'd never see coming from a man that called himself your so called protector. Bob's eyes were wild and glistening with infatuation, his demeanour changing immediately once he saw you cowering away from him.

• "Darlin'... You ain't scared of me, ain't ya?" Bob said, his voice tender as he stared down at you. You swallowed thickly, tears falling down your face as you looked down and shielded yourself from him. He kneeled down in front of you, a small smile on his face. "Please, talk to me..." He reached towards you, but you had immediately flinched away. Bob's face dawned with a look of pure terror when you flinched away from his touch, a quiet sob wracking through you.

• "No, no, no, sweet pea... I didn't mean to scare ya, honest—" The sound of a pistol cocking interrupted Bob's rambling, making you both snap your attention to the culprit. Two of the police officers had stood in the doorway, guns pointed at Bob. The taller one gestured at Bob then at the other officer, and the former nodded at him in return. "Bob Velseb, you are under arrest. Put your hands up."

• Bob slowly craned his neck to stare at the officers then back at you, betrayal clear on his face. "... Sweet pea? Y—You're not gonna let them take me, right?" You bit your lip and cowered further into the corner, watching as Bob's hands started to tremble. "No, no, no, no, no, sweet pea, you can't do this to me—" Bob begged, grabbing your hands and pulling them towards himself, tugging you closer.

• "Please, you can't let them take them take me away from ya— Darlin', listen to me—!" Bob pleaded, but you only shook your head as the officers grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him to his feet. Bob fought against them, his gentle demeanour quickly fading into anger. "GET OFFA ME—! NO! SWEET PEA!" Bob had launched his fist into the face of the moustached officer, who's nose broke with a sickening crack. Blood spilled everywhere, making you grimace.

• "Well, you might as well call for that backup now that we have it Jack!" The shorter officer shouted at the taller one, his voice nasally as he tried to keep Bob from getting to you. Jack had cringed and said "Oh yeah." In return, pressing a button on his walkie talkie. Other officers had come storming in, much more equipped for the job than both Jack and John. Bob was still struggling, fighting with all of his might against three officers and hollering at them. "DON'T TOUCH 'EM, YOU SICK PIGS!"

• Bob looked at you one last time, a strained grin on his face. "I—I'll be back for ya, sweet pea, I swear on it!" You shivered under his intense gaze, glancing back at Jack and John, who were currently trying to avoid getting blood all over the evidence. "I promise ya, we'll be happy again, I love you, sweet pea—" And with that, the backup team of officers dragged him away, his screaming still heard from outside of the restaurant.

• Both Jack and John had helped you get off of the floor, examining the room and staring at the wall full of photos. They both collectively shared a wide-eyed look before looking back at you with shock. You all couldn't believe that you were all alive. "Um... You'll have to come to the station, by the way." The taller officer said, handing John another tissue. "Oh wow, you think?" John said bitterly, holding a cluster of tissues underneath his crooked nose.

• You took one final glance at the security cameras, and Bob was staring dead into the camera at the front of the building, an impossibly wide grin on his face. You felt an overwhelming amount of emotions hit you all at once, falling to the ground again and staring at your shaking hands. This was it, this was the end of this nightmare.

You could only hope that was the last you would see of that smile.

(But will it be? Lol I have no clue if there'll be a part 6 so... maybe.)

[lavenderskye29]

I did some self-indulgent Bob sketches.

[lambforester]

[theweirderstuffblogdontlook]

Bob makes a pizza

[cokecats74]

FINALLY MADE THE COMIC!! Based on @enderpearlll​ ‘s fanfic “My Favorite Employee” , enjoy!!

his ass did NOT get the job 

[ablobwhowrites]

Some yandere bob and spooky month shit posting

M/n: "don't touch that! That's my grandmas!" Bob: " 'ThAt'S mY GrAnDmA'S' I ATE MY GRANDMA!"

ross: "this is were I saw the blood from my dad before he got kidnapped" Roy: "cowabummer"

june: "why are you gay?" M/n: "who says I'm gay?" *June looks at m/n then to bob who isn’t a cannibal right now* June: "you are gay"

M/n: “god damnit….WHERES MY LEG?!!!” *bob shoving m/n’s chopped off leg into his fridge before m/n sees*

Lila: “I don’t think you should that bob” m/n: “why? He’s pretty charming” *lila looking over m/n’s shoulder seeing bob drag a body bag behind the boy & grill*

m/n: “you kill him then you get no hanky panky” *bob drops the knife as the victim runs away*

(The first chapter is out if you haven’t please go see it l hopefully I can get this to turn this into a Yandere spooky month series)

Will you eat?

[espoirduvide]

Since everyone is in a SPOOKY MONTH mood check out this amazing Bob Velseb VN!

[kittenmey-rin]

Yandere Spooky Month x Female reader.

Prologue: "Welcome to the neighborhood, Sweetie." Part 2/3

You entered the Boys n Grills, you took time to look around the place, and by the time you finished looking around the place, you heard an deep southern country voice and it gave you a quick shiver as you looked at the southern country male.

"Howdy there ma'am, welcome to the Boys n Grills, I am Bob Velseb and how can I help you with??" Bob asked while looking at you with a polite smile on his face. "Can I have a Cheeseburger with fries, please??" You said while looking at Bob with a calm smile.

"Coming right up." Bob said while walking to the kitchen and started to make your meal order, You started to make an official work for your business building next week.

After your lunchtime, you walked by yourself to your home, you finished taking a shower, put fresh clean pajamas on and started to go to your room before you can go to sleep, but what you didn't know is that Kevin and Streber are spying on you for a few minutes.

"You are so adorable when you sleep like that." Kevin said.

"Sweet dreams my dear Juliet princess." Streber said.

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To be continued.....

[traumacat800]

BOB X READER REQUESTS OPEN!!!

Hi guys, if anyone has any ideas of Bob x reader that they’d like me to write—-my ask box is open! Feel free to ask anything really! I’ll have it out to you within a day or two! <333

[radskull-69]

BOB X KIDNAPPED READER!

(Someone requested this and I was bored so why not?)

(Also idk how to do writing requests so if you wanted a mini story or some head cannons plz let me know-)

I feel it would have started when bob caught wind of you when you were going home or if you two already met, you’d probably only seen him once as he’s very shy! Stalking you from afar as he works the courage to kidnap- meet you. But once he’s got you in his arms he’ll be the only thing you ever see, that and the basement you’ll be living with him! Don’t worry, if your behaved he’ll let you around the house as long as he’s close by.

You’ll wake up to a chain on your ankle connected to a one person bed in a basement, both were cleaned long before you arrived by bob. He wanted everything to be in tip-top shape for you! He’d be sitting on a chair watching patiently for you to wake up, acting very excited when he sees your eyes flutter open. Maybe he put too much sleeping pills into the food?

Anyway, he’d get *very* touchy and hug you whatever chance he gets! He’d grope your fats and nuzzle into your face more often then not. Buy you sweets and sometimes a eye ball that was the same colour as yours! Something that remind him of you! Ain’t that sweet?

If you struggle against him he’d take it as not getting used to the sudden change in environment and getting antsy, like a cat! If you hit him *too* much he’ll get a bit frustrated. Don’t you see he’s just trying to show you some love?

He will tie you up snuggly and just hug you, rocking you while humming and petting your head until you calm down.

He’ll cook all your meals and be’d watching to make sure your getting fed! He’ll cook all your favourites just so he could see your smile again, (sometimes he’ll slip in a few human recipes-) He’d do anything to make you happy aside from letting you go, if you ask to leave too much he’ll get angry and punch the wall above your head out of anger. Hearing it crack under his fist would probably scare you into tears and he’d immediately feel sorry and comfort you. Saying thing such as ‘I’m sorry angel..’ or ‘I was just trying to prove my point.. I’m sorry’ yeah.. he’s not the best at apologising..

More often then not he’ll be sleeping in your bed next to you, or if you really don’t want him to, he can just sleep on the floor. What ever makes you comfortable. All the clothes you’ll be wearing will be his, but sometimes he likes to get you a cute lil dress to wear or suit to wear. He can’t resist dressing up his lil dolly~

When he comes home from ‘work’ (aka murdering people) he’ll likely come home angry or tired and just stomp down to the basement and flop on the bed beside you, laying you on his chest before promptly passing out. Times like these are usually the best times to escape, as he left the basement door wide open.

If your ever feeling bored he’ll get you things you like, you like drawing? BOOM now you got all the books and drawing supplies you’ll ever want (minus sharpeners and scissors etc) yuo like to read? BAM now you got enough books to fill a library, and if your scared of the dark it is or how creepy the basement looks he’ll get some fairy lights (making sure their put up high enough you can’t get them and hang yourself-) and buy some furniture and decorations to make you more in your new home! The action would’ve been sweet if not given the situation…

When he finally lets you out of the basement after being so good for him he’ll *always* be by your side, incase you hurt yourself or try to run away. Good thing all the windows and the doors were securely locked. He didn’t like the bright sunlight anyway..

Later he’ll even let you go into the kitchen and cook with him! As much as he adores seeing you in a little apron he bought you and for you to cook him meals he’s worried you might hurt yourself (or *him*) with a knife, can never be too careful..

He likes to finally have you sleep with him in his bed, his bed was bigger and more comfortable since it could now fit the both of you( Especially his larger body). Other items he’ll sit on the couch with you and rubbing his thumb over your thigh as they watched the new, telling people that you went missing. He chuckles at how they really think they’ll find you, not to mention that you even *want* to leave.

While it takes longer then bob would like you do get used to his company and your new home, and he couldn’t be happier!

[nooooough]

Most of these Bob Velseb fanfics might seem nice when you are on the YN perspective, But if i was working at a resturaunt, and my coworker got special treatment because my boss liked them, id be PISSED

[enderpearlll]

no thoughts but.... officer reader........ police reader....

Yandere!Bob Velseb with a police officer reader.

Help i’m running out of bob gifs guys 😭 but yeah i totally forgot that i finished this OOPS

Gender-Neutral reader, but the pet name hun is used.

TW/CW: Yandere content, Bob is a creep, mentions of firearms, spoon feeding, swearing, Bob and Officer have some sort of tension that I’m not going to elaborate on, mentions of murder and cannibalism, etc…

• You were a freshly graduated police officer, having just left your hometown in pursuit of something new. When you were transferred to a station in the middle of nowhere, you didn't expect for there to be two officers working by themselves. They seemed extremely relieved to have another officer on the job, explaining that they were unbelievably underfunded. You deadpanned when they said so, already debating your new job as a police officer. You were already off to a great start.

• The two older officers were obviously overworked and tired, so you did a lot of work to help them out. You liked to multitask. You did a lot of random tasks around the station, including taking care of paperwork and the prisoners. There was one prisoner in particular that creeped the fuck out of you though... His name was Bob. Jack had told you all about him, and the more you heard about him the more you regret asking.

• When you first met him, you already knew he had an eye on you. You were supposed to do something in his cell, but you couldn't remember at all once you unlocked the door. He just kept staring at you... You flinched when he moved slightly, a sickening smile stretching over his cheeks. "Ain't you a sight to see. Come on closer, officer. I don't bite..." He cooed almost childishly, relishing in the look of fear on your face. "I know damn well you bite." You seethed, watching as he piped up with intrigue. You shook it off, doing what you needed to do before he could say anything else. He felt drool dribble down his chin, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. Now this was going to be fun.

• Unfortunately, Bob didn't seem interested in giving you a break, scaring you whenever you stepped near his cell. You hated when he would scare you, fearful of his past. Whenever you dropped off meals, he'd tell you a morbid fact about cannibalism. Disgusting. You'd snap back or tell him to screw off, tired of his shit. Bob throughly enjoyed how feisty you were, and wanted more of you every day. You had successfully peaked his interests, which isn’t much of an achievement to be proud of. It was terrible.

• Bob would personally request for you, and you hated it. Jack and John had no choice but to send you in, since you were the only one he'd talk to. Or listen to. Or try not to kill. You remember his one time he nearly tore Jack's arm off when he tried to give him his food. They both knew better than that now, and instead placed it at the doorway. But it was the opposite for you. While Bob would threaten and taunt you, so far he hadn't even tried to get close to you. You could probably sit in his cell for hours and he wouldn't try to kill you. Not like you wanted to, though.

• Bob was a pain in the ass. You hated the yearning hunger in his eyes, trailing behind you whenever he saw you, you hated his stupid smile, and you especially hated the way he'd call you hun. First time he called you that you nearly choked on your own spit. Bob was throughly enjoying your embarrassment, noting to himself that he would do so more often.

• After that, there was a definite change in the way Bob would taunt you, it shifted from morbid and sadistic to flirty and... Well, still pretty sadistic in nature. But Bob found that he much preferred the flustered look on you more than disgust. There's just something about teasing you that's so addictive. Seeing you recoil in embarrassment as you try to shield your face from him made adrenaline rush through his veins.

• He often tries to convince you to let him out, accompanied by a smile as you squirm uncomfortably. "Come on, hun. Lemme out, I'll promise that I'll be good..." "No. Quit asking." There's always banter going on between you two, and slowly you find that Bob was warming up to you more quickly than you liked. John once snapped at you for it, calling you both an old married couple. Turns out the tension between you two was highly evident.

• One night, you had went into his cell to drop off supper. He approached you slowly, as if he was a predator trying not to scare its prey. You felt  your whole body shiver when he reached out towards you, his creepy grin growing impossibly wide. Usually he'd never even come close to you, nonetheless touch you. You panicked, grabbing your gun and dropping the tray of food. You pointed it at Bob with a shaky aim, watching as he tilted his head mockingly. He threw his hands up, watching as you ran out of the cell.

• One evening, Jack had walked out of his cell with a platter of cold, untouched food. He looked exasperated, stress evident in his eyes. You quirked an eyebrow, looking at him up and down. "What happened to you?" You asked, with Jack signing deeply. "Bob won't touch his food. He's been like this ever since he got here! He only eats enough to keep himself from starving to death." He uttered bitterly.

You frowned, walking over to the older man and taking the tray from him. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you with confusion. "I'm going to make that fucker eat." You spat, glaring at Bob through the metal bars. You weren't going to let that prick starve, no way. He was going to eat whether he liked it or not. You unlocked the cell, dragging a metal chair along with you. You glared daggers at him, watching as his grin grew wide with malice. "Well, hello there, officer."

• You slammed the tray on his lap, watching as he flinched at the steel tray hitting his legs. "Eat." Bob glanced at the food and then laughed at you, only making you sink into your chair and cross your arms stubbornly. "Sorry, hun, I don't eat anything you cops give me." You grunted angrily, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Don't act like a kid, Velseb. If you're going to, did you want me to treat you like one?" You spat, leaning forward and sneering at him. "Want me to feed you, freak?"

• Bob's eyes shot wide open, his grin faltering ever so slightly underneath your searing gaze. He quickly regained his composure, leaning forward so you both were nearly nose to nose. "Only if you want to, officer." He uttered, voice rumbling deep in his chest. You flushed red hot, stumbling backwards. "Huh?!" The man burst out into a fit of roaring laughter, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "You heard me." You both sat in silence for a few seconds, before you took a deep breath and met Bob's intense gaze. "...Will you actually eat if I do it?"

• Bob threw his hands up, shooting you a look of over-exaggerated sincerity. "Swear on my heart, hun." You couldn't believe you were doing this. You picked up the spoon with trembling fingers, scooping up a good amount of weird mush. You held your hand underneath so you wouldn't make a mess, leaning in close to Bob so you could shovel the food in his mouth. He leaned forward with overexcited movement, closing his eyes and opening his mouth wide with a breathless "Aah..." You swallowed thickly, guiding the spoon into his mouth.

• You kept doing so, struggling to keep your composure straight when Bob looked so... Never mind. It was silent as you fed Bob spoonful by spoonful, the most quiet that you two have been since you got here. Bob seemed disappointed when the tray was empty, huffing stubbornly as you rushed to make your leave. You couldn’t believe you just spoon fed a serial killer. Dear god, what was wrong with you?!

•You walked out with wobbly knees, your legs threatening to give out underneath you as you locked the cell door. You glanced at Bob one last time, his expression sly as he gave you a wave goodbye. You quickly looked away, cursing underneath your breath. You were a cop for crying out loud, why the hell were you so flustered by a literal murderer?!

• You walked into the staff room, slamming the tray into the sink. You startled both Jack and John, who both looked at you with concern. "So... Did he actually eat?" The moustached officer asked, taking a sip of his coffee. You rubbed your eyes, exhaling deeply. "Yep." They both glanced at you then shrugged, continuing to mind their own business. You went to your office, slouching into your chair and staring at the doorway. What was he doing to you?

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Gift for @enderpearlll so I really like your story so I just wanted to draw bob having a betrayal look so hope you like it