#devil guy spooky month

[moth-pringle]

SM Race Hc’s!!

[flannycartoon]

It was a good night ...

[thoughtfulhog]

they accused me of liking more bc my autism was too busy talking about tomato seeds

anyway we were screaming for a while

[whereismyhat5678]

I have a confession to make.

And you can bash me all you want about it. BUT I STAND FIRM ✊✊

*clears throat*

I’ve had a crush on all of these men.💀

Edit: HOLD YOUR HORSES- I forgot at least 2 ✌️ I fixed it now!

[theres-a-body-here]

Can I request Bob Velseb x Reader with some biting and blood? If you don’t mind ofc.

And yes I’m being completely Fr and yes he’s from Spooky Month. Give the crazy cannibal some love 🥺

-Pillow Prince anon (If I’m sending too many requests btw don’t feel bad to say so! And btw make this a top priority (Of my requests, not all of them obviously.))

Bob Velseb x Male!reader

Letting your friends dare you into entering the abandoned house on Halloween was probably the worst mistake you made tonight

TW: Non-con, bondage, blood, biting

"Now now, sweetheart, don't make any sudden moves," Bob whispered softly into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as you lie on the old couch. Your hands were tied behind your back, making it impossible for you to defend yourself against him. As his fingers traced the curve of your jawline, you couldn't help but tremble.

He leaned closer, his mask brushing against your face as he spoke. "You smell so good… just like candy."

As you squirmed beneath him, struggling against your restraints, Bob tightened his grip around your arms. The knife's tip scraped across your skin, leaving a thin line of blood on your cheek.

He shook his head disapprovingly and muttered under his breath, "Tsk, tsk… You should really learn to behave better than that."

Without warning, he suddenly yanked off his devil mask, revealing eyes that sent shivers down your spine. His gaze seemed to pierce right through you as he studied every inch of your face. "I love seeing fear in people's eyes," he said almost tenderly before bringing the knife even closer to your throat.

You could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned closer to examine the shallow cut on your cheek. His eyes gleamed with hunger as he lowered his mouth towards the wound.

You feel as his tongue slowly licks a stripe across your cheek, savoring the taste of your fresh blood. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Mmmm… such delicious flavor," he whispered seductively while taking another lick. His breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. His tongue traced the line of blood along your cheek, teasingly running circles around the wound.

Without warning, Bob abruptly raised the knife above your head, its glinting edge reflecting the dim light of the room. Time seemed to slow down as you held your breath, terrified of what was coming next. Your life flashed before your eyes as a cold grip tightened around your heart.

But instead of feeling pain, you watched helplessly as he drove the knife into the cushion beside your head, laughing maniacally.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he chuckled, "I wouldn't dare hurt you – not yet anyway!" He leaned close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your neck again, sending chills down your spine. "I bet you thought that was it for you, didn't you?"

You refuse to answer him as you look away from his gaze, hands still trying to loosen the bindings behind your back.

Ignoring your silence, Bob grabbed your face firmly with both hands and pressed his lips against your wounded cheek, greedily drinking in every drop of blood flowing from the wound.

Your cries echoed throughout the room as he continued to suckle, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh. He pulled away slightly after a few moments, inspecting the damage he caused.

"You taste yummy," he murmured, his tone dripping with desire. His tongue darted out to lap up the remaining traces of blood seeping from your cheek. He then grabs at the knife and yanks it out of the couch.

With a twisted grin, Bob placed the blade against your neck once more, enjoying the way you froze in terror. Slowly, he began to slice open your shirt, revealing your vulnerable skin beneath. As the fabric fell away, he ran his finger down the length of the newly exposed skin, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

Despite your attempts to push him away using your legs, Bob managed to hold you down effortlessly. Leaning forward, he brought his mouth closer to your chest, his teeth grazing your skin playfully.

"I could just devour you whole," he teased, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You taste so delicious already," he whispered huskily

Unable to resist his urges anymore, Bob clamped down on the soft skin on your side, eliciting a loud yelp from you. The sound of your protests only seemed to fuel his desires further, prompting him to bite harder.

Struggling against his strength, you cried out for him to stop, but his grip only tightened in response. "Stop that!" you cried, trying to buck him off of you.

"Aww, come on now…it's just a little nibble," he crooned in response to your pleas, clearly amused by your discomfort.

Bob continued to leave a trail of teeth marks along your chest, each one accompanied by a whimper from you. As he moved further down your torso, his hands traveled lower, leaving bruising fingerprints on your waist.

He suddenly bites down on a particularly sensitive spot on the side of your lower stomach. You mentally curse not being able to clamp your hands over your mouth as a loud moan slips out of you.

Hearing your unexpected reaction, Bob chuckled darkly. "Oh? Are you starting to enjoy this?" he asked mockingly, taunting you with a wicked smile. He then proceeded to sink his teeth into the same spot once more, drawing another moan from you.

"You're one sick fuck if you're into this," he mocked, his eyes filled with amusement as he saw the flush rising on your face.

Moving downward, Bob found another enticing spot near your navel and sunk his teeth into it without mercy. You let out a surprised gasp as the sensation shot through your entire body.

"Not bad, huh?" he asked with a lecherous grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Maybe I should continue this somewhere else…" His hands started reaching for your waistband suggestively.

Despite your kicking and thrashing, Bob managed to pull down your pants to reveal black boxers adorned with bright orange jack-o'-lanterns, much to his delight.

"Awww, these are adorable!" he cooed appreciatively, eyeing your bulge growing beneath them.

Seeing your annoyed expression, he teased you further by running his fingers along the hem of your underwear, threatening to rip them apart completely.

To your absolute relief, your ears pick up on the faint sound of police sirens in the distance.

As distant sirens grew louder outside, Bob swore under his breath and quickly grabbed his mask lying nearby. "Looks like our fun time is over for tonight," he snapped before hastily putting on his mask.

Before leaving, he teased, "I'll be keeping an eye on you. You'll remember our fun time together, won't you?"

With that, he exited the house swiftly through the backdoor, leaving you to be rescued by the police.

[mylenapony11]

Two doodles I made

I’m obsessed now

[beatendeadcourier]

@dib-thing-wannabe

I took the liberties to draw out their Bob Velseb headcanons I really enjoyed imagining them

I'm soooo down bad for this man fr <3

[absolutemimery]

felt pretty bad today bc of school so felt like doodling cuddlez with the big fat red guy so here ya go :]]]

[ms-lerhay]

(via GIPHY) Una comisión que hice lol

[im-anto]

Just Bob :)

[moth-pringle]

Ima appear and then dissapear for maybe a bit again , lol

but as a treat u get this before twitter /silly

[pyromaniac-mage]

Yeah, here is a redraw. Will I draw even more? Very likely.

[nonamefound6]

[ketchup112]

Yep. Is this guy without the devil costume. Beating a lump of meat. Might need the word that I was researching about had mentions of meat and a show from the 90s or 80s.Oh, I had to. Get some ideas. Never ask me what kind of meat that he's beating.

KaoticDreamer369

Watching

The actual word of the day list. Is already saved. And my little starlight's, but just to make sure that you guys find it. Goretober 2023 Prompt List by KaoticDreamer369 on DeviantArt

[dutchessmoon]

Another drawing of Bob lol. My friend doesn't get why everyone is obsessed with this demon guy

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 31 - scars // monsterfucking - pt. 1

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

poly!141 x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.1k, alcohol mention, no actual sex in this part, just pure halloween fluff 🎃, enjoy!]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

You couldn’t contain your happy screech when you opened the door.

When the four men who lived down the street had seen you decorating for Halloween (in August but that’s not important), it sparked a long overdue introduction that ended with you convincing them helping you with a few of the more unwieldy parts of your grand design. Soap got a kick out of the 12ft. skeleton, and Gaz only almost fell off your roof once while tying down the giant rope spiderweb. 

That had been months ago, and now, every now and then, they made sure to stop by to check in on you. The four of them seemed pretty bored, and you were a single woman all alone in that big house. Having someone to look at leaks in your radiators or nail down loose floorboards kept money in your party fund and you got four different flavors of hot men to look at. How was this not a win for you?

You had invited them all to checkout the “little get together” you were planning for Halloween night. If they didn’t have anything else to do, of course. Something told you they weren’t the kind of guys to stay in and hand out candy. You loved the look that they passed around to each other as you waited for their response, all side eyes and sly smirks.

Sure. Yes. Of course, love. They all chimed, Ghost’s oppressive silence speaking for itself. 

When the big night rolled around everything was perfect: your jack-o-lanterns were all lit, flickering candles inside them dancing in the night breeze, the lights the guys had helped you hang swayed in the empty branches of each of the trees in your front yard, even the moon played her part, hanging overhead shaped like a reaper’s scythe. 

Your various friends, coworkers and acquaintances all arrived as the night spun on. Everyone enjoyed the massive tub of purple punch you had prepared, the bubbling dry-ice cauldron really selling it. You provided a simple charcuterie board, and had told everyone to bring a themed snack to share if they wanted. The table filled quickly as everyone arrived. Various shaped and decorated cookies were popular. Your one coworker brought his “famous” deviled eggs and another brought in a plate of sliced apples and homemade caramel sauce. Otherwise, it was bring your own beer and the party was over at dawn.  

You lost track of time as you buzzed around, trying to have fun and host as best as possible. Midnight chiming on your grandfather clock made you realize that your four most anticipated guests had yet to arrive. You wouldn’t have faulted them if they just didn’t show. They were your friends, it wasn’t the end of the world. Wouldn’t have given them grief if they didn’t come in costume, either. Your brain just about exploded with joy when you answered the door to see all four of them, even Ghost, dolled up in their spooky best. 

Price was the first over the threshold, turning your open arms into a hug as he swept you inside. His pointy wizard hat was almost knocked off by the door frame, making you giggle as he set you down.

“I can’t believe you all dressed up!” you said, hands admiring the rather expensive looking high-collared robe he was wearing.

Soap was next, slipping around Price to pull you in for a hug. He smooshed your face into his flannel chest, chest partially exposed and very hairy. Whoever had done his makeup was a true effects talent. The extra hair on his face and neck was blended perfectly with his natural color and the pointy ears looked startlingly life-like. He even had a dab of dark paint under his nose to make it look like a dogs. When he smiled, flashing a double set of prominent canines, you couldn’t help but stare. 

“Wow!” you commented, petting his flannel because it was the most appropriate thing you could will yourself to touch. “You really went all out!”

Gaz’s hand on your shoulder made you jump before you realized it was him. He looked so different, probably the most changed of all the guys. He didn’t have any makeup, but his costume was impeccable. A black silk shirt with a loose black cravat around his neck, a rich red brocade vest that looked incredible against his skin, topped off with a black trench coat that you were pretty sure you had seen him in before. You threw yourself into his hug, squealing the whole time.

“I love your vampire costume! It’s my favorite!” you said excitedly, dancing on your toes as you did. You smiled at him as you stepped away, catching a glimpse of the set of long canines in his mouth as he replied with a simple, “thanks”. 

"Hear that?" you heard him whisper to Price. "Said 'm her favorite."

“And what are you supposed to be, love?” Price asked, looking down at you authoritatively, hands on his robed hips.

“Oh me?” you responded nervously. “I’m a witch!” you answered, looking around for your hat.

You must have taken it off when you went into the basement for more booze. The ceiling was pretty low down there, and you didn’t want to bring up any actual spiders with it. You felt a little disappointed, standing next to them in their amazing costumes while you had to sell your black and silver dress without your one accessory. 

“‘er y’ go,” Ghost said, arm reaching over the shoulders of the men around you to plop your wide, decorated black hat on your head. The tatters of his mummy wrappings caught on their clothes as he pulled his arm back. 

Price turned to make room for the man, letting him enjoy the full view of your sweet smile and nervous sway. This was the first time he’d ever talked directly to you. 

“Thanks, Ghost,” you said shyly. “I appreciate it.” 

There was something unnerving in his simple costume. It suited him, of course. Layers of dirty-linen colored gauze obscured most of his face, continuing down to wrap his whole body. Whomever Soap had found to do his makeup must have a friend in costume design, because you couldn’t find where a shirt or pants split to combine into one. The effect was near seamless. Even the tatters that streamed down his legs and off his arms didn’t look tacked on.

He had left both of his eyes exposed, too. His large brown irises and (you assumed) natural dark bags beneath them adding to his haggard, aged appearance. What made your stomach turn was how he had emphasized the few scars that crept out from behind the wrappings. You could see where each true scar ended in a bump of flesh, but the ends had been extended, made to look longer, wider, crueler. 

Maybe he wanted to look flayed beneath everything, you thought. It was Halloween after all.