#bob velseb x self insert

[msriri030]

Husband! Bob x Spouse Reader

cw: light angst

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You glared at your ex-husband, Bob Velseb, standing at your doorway with a bag of fresh meat that all but screamed his latest gruesome exploits. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots—people had been going missing again.

Bob’s lips curled into a disarming smile, his southern drawl honeyed and deliberate. “I’m home, darlin’. Why don’t I whip up something’ nice' for you and the girls? Just like old times.”

Your hands clenched into fists as a wave of anger surged through you. Did he really think you’d let him stroll back into your life after disappearing when your now three-year-old daughter was only two months old? Fat chance.

He had always been a storm of chaos, leaving destruction in his wake, but this time it wasn’t just about you. Your two daughters, peacefully asleep upstairs, were your everything. You weren’t going to let Bob ruin the stability and safety you’d fought so hard to build.

“No,” you growled, stepping into the doorway to block his path. “You can fuck off and leave the girls out of this.”

Bob’s smile faltered slightly as you jabbed a finger toward the bag in his hand. “And take that mess with you. The girls believe their father is six feet under, and I intend to keep it that way.”

His eyes darkened for a moment, the smile on his face twisting into something colder, more dangerous. But you held your ground, your protective instincts blazing brighter than any fear he could try to stir in you. 

“Six feet under, huh?” he drawled, his southern accent dripping with a charm that felt as fake as the smile plastered on his face. “Well, darlin’, ain’t that somethin’? Here I am, back from the grave, just to see my family. Reckon that makes me a ghost, doesn't it?”

You stepped closer, blocking the doorway entirely, your body a shield between him and the peaceful home behind you. Your heart raced, but you didn’t dare let it show. Bob thrived on fear, and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“Whatever sick game you’re playing, it ends here,” you spat, your voice low but resolute. “You don’t get to just show up after all these years and act like nothing happened. The girls don’t need you, Bob. We don’t need you.”

Bob chuckled darkly, the deep rumble of his laugh sending a shiver down your spine. “Oh, darlin’, you wound me,” he drawled, his tone laced with mock sincerity. “I’ve been thinkin’ about y’all this whole time, wonderin’ how my little girls are growin’ up. Don’t you think they deserve to know their daddy?”

“Wound you? You—" Your voice faltered as your hands balled into fists at your sides. You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to steady your trembling voice. “Their daddy is the man who’s been there for them—the one who raised them. Not the one who ran off and left us to pick up the pieces without warning! So no, Bob. They don’t need to know you. Not now. Not ever… I’m sorry.”

Bob’s smirk faded slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. But before he could respond, you continued, your voice breaking with raw emotion.

“Did you even think about how your disappearing act would affect them?” Your eyes filled with tears, and you blinked quickly, refusing to let them fall. “They asked for you day and night, Bob. Day and night. And I—"

You choked on the words, your pain spilling out in each syllable as you met his gaze. Bob’s frown deepened, his confident demeanor faltering as guilt flickered in his eyes.

For a moment, just a moment, the mask slipped, and he looked almost human like when you first met. Then, as if compelled by something primal, Bob suddenly moved toward you, his steps quick and purposeful. The air between you grew tense, and your breath hitched as his intentions became unclear.

You closed your eyes, bracing for the worst, your heart pounding as fear gripped you. But instead of pain, you felt the unexpected warmth of his arms wrapping around you. It wasn’t rough or forceful—it was tender, almost comforting.

Your breath caught as you opened your eyes, looking up at him through a blur of tears. His expression was unreadable, a strange mixture of guilt and longing etched across his face.

“Bob…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He leaned down slowly, pressing a soft, almost reverent kiss to your forehead. The gesture left you stunned, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. It wasn’t what you expected, not from the man who had brought so much chaos and pain into your life.

For a brief moment, you saw the man you had once loved, hidden beneath the years of betrayal and destruction. Yet, the warmth of his embrace couldn’t erase the past or the weight of his actions.

You pulled back slightly, your voice breaking as you whispered, “Bob… Please, just leave. For their sake.”

Your plea wavered with the emotions threatening to overcome you. The love you thought had long since died began to flicker, betraying your resolve. It was a dangerous ember, one that could easily ignite the uncertainty buried deep within you. Bob noticed the shift, his eyes softening as he gently cupped your cheek with his hand.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice low and soothing, “I’ll leave if that’s what you want. But just… let me have one cup of your famous hot chocolate. Like old times, yeah? You remember?”

You felt your resolve cracking further as you unconsciously leaned into his touch, nuzzling his hand. His words carried a strange sense of nostalgia that tugged at your heart.

With a sad smile, you nodded, stepping aside to let him in. “Fine… but please, don’t make too much noise. I don’t want the girls to wake up.”

Bob stepped inside, his smile broadening as his eyes roamed the familiar surroundings. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, memories, and the weight of decisions both past and present. You led him into the kitchen, your emotions a storm of conflicted feelings, wondering if letting him in was a mistake—or if the fleeting moment of warmth was worth the risk.

When you turned to try to backtrack, to take control of the situation, the sight of Bob rooted you in place. The man who had ended lives without hesitation now stood frozen before your wall, covered with photographs of the girls. Everyday moments captured with care—birthdays, school plays, lazy afternoons at the park. His gaze, however, was fixed on one particular picture: a family drawing, childishly scrawled in crayon.

It was simple yet heartbreaking—a depiction of all four of you holding hands in a park, smiling under a bright yellow sun. Beneath the figure labeled "Mom" was you, next to two smaller figures marked "Us." But next to the towering figure meant to represent Bob, the words "My Guardian Angel" were written in wobbly letters.

Bob’s face twisted as he stared, his usual confidence crumbling into something vulnerable, raw. Guilt rippled through his expression as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

Finally, he turned to you, who stood leaning against the kitchen doorway, your arms crossed defensively as you waited for him to process whatever he was feeling.

“I guess you couldn’t really tell them their dad’s a red devil, huh?” he murmured, his voice unsteady as he finally walked toward you.

You didn’t look at him, your gaze locked on the stove as you quietly prepared the hot chocolate. “No,” you replied softly but firmly. “I can’t.” 

The silence between you two stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the soft clinking of the spoon as you stirred the hot chocolate on the stove. Bob watched you intently, his gaze tracing every movement with a mixture of longing and regret. He had missed you—the way you moved, the way your voice filled the room. For all his selfish desires, he knew better than to say it aloud.

Your voice shattered his thoughts.

“You know, Belle—our youngest—found an old picture of you.” You smiled faintly, but the sadness in your eyes cut deeper than any words could. “She was kissing it and asking where you were. I had to remind her… you were in ‘heaven.’”

Bob’s confident demeanor faltered. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze for the first time, guilt etched into every line of his face.

You poured the steaming hot chocolate into a cup, setting it down in front of him with deliberate care. “You know what’s funny?” you continued, your voice tinged with anger and exhaustion. “I feel jealous of how much she loves you. Because I know you don’t deserve it.”

Bob flinched as if the words had physically struck him, but he stayed silent, gripping the cup as if it were the only thing grounding him.

You stared at him, your expression hardening as you leaned forward. “They buried their memories of you with love,” you said, your voice low but sharp. “Now that you’re back…”

Bob finally looked up, meeting your glare, but the weight of your next words shook him to his core.

“What do you want me to tell them? Why?” Your tone cracked with emotion, though your resolve remained unyielding. “There’s no way to revive the man they’ve idealized without killing the truth of the one who actually left.”

The room fell silent again, the tension between you two palpable, as Bob struggled to find words that didn’t exist.

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\\ umm wip or somth i dunno ┑(。・・)┍

[mrsgoffard]

i did not pay attention this whole class

[witloph-art]

Guys plz I-

I love him 💜

[bobvelsebobsession]

Question for Sandy, is she aware that Bob is in a cult? And if so, is she also a member of the cult that worships The Eyes of the Universe?

GOOD QUESTION ANON!!! Funny thing, she wasn't aware of the cult of their influence for a while, but she always knew SOMETHING was wrong. She could never place her finger on it though. She'd become friends with Bob and things began to ramp up. She'd have dreams/nightmares about the cult and The Eyes Of The Universe. Bob took notice and began to grow worried. Eventually he asked her what was wrong and she explained everything she was experiencing. He decided to come clean out of worry and some regrets that he was the reason she was being afflicted. Of course this was in fact the case! She didn't really join the cult until sometime after her and Bob got into a relationship. She mostly joined out of obligation but also.. she wasn't given much of a choice. We kinda know the cult doesn't take well to people who's aware of their existence. She was in the cult for almost a year or so before climbing the ranks, needless to say. She works VERY closely with The Eyes Of The Universe. She has control of the moon's influence of the town and even got wings later on, these weren't involved with the cult. This was sometime after she got revenge on her ex and the werewolf hunters that killed her family. She was rewarded this gift of divinity as a result from her ancestors. Which unlocked a bunch of powers which The Eyes Of The Universe uses to their advantage. Bob being close to Sandy meant his climb in ranks as well, serving as Sandy's personal errand boy of sorts. Typically she just has him help with her own tasks or to carry out "hits" of people who know too much.

[endlessabyssharem]

I honestly don't think Bob would be actively abusive towards his partner, not in the sense of "wanting to cause them harm" kind of way.

Like, he DOES scare them frequently, cause he just enjoys seeing others in fear and crap, but once his partner tells him off/snaps at him to stop something, he'd probably stop that specific thing.

For me the thing was threatening me with any sort of weapons, especially since I'm aware that Bob definitely would kill me if I got on his bad side. Now he just sticks to standing behind me and starring me down, or standing behind a wall and sneaking up to me to scare me, which I very much appreciate.

He even went so far to put any knifes or similar sharp objects down if I end up bothering while cooking. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.

[demonboyspencer]

Happy Trans Day of Visibility!!

If you’re trans just know you are valid and beautiful. Made art of my pookies supporting me. All these characters support trans people because I said so. Cry about it losers. Happy Easter also, but I don’t really celebrate. Go support trans people today!!!

[snatcher-no-snatching]

peace and love or something

[dakotameh]

It has been a while since I drew these two I miss them sm

[doppel-doodles]

Fellas im so normal about them-

[msriri030]

All I ask: Husband Bob x spouse! Reader

quick oneshot, prequel to other work here or stand alone

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The sudden flash of red and blue lights outside your living room window sent a jolt through your system. You turned to your husband, Bob, his back turned to you, seemingly unfazed by the commotion.

"Bob… Why are the cops outside?" you asked, your voice tinged with unease.

He remained silent, his posture rigid. As you stepped closer, you noticed he was wearing a devil mask, its sinister grin illuminated by the flickering lights.

"Honey... why are you wearing that costume?" Your voice trembled, tears welling up in your eyes. "Did you scare some neighbor by accident? Bob! Answer me! What's going on?"

He turned to face you slowly, the mask concealing his expression. His voice, laced with a Southern drawl, sent a chill down your spine.

"I did something really bad, darling?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as fear gripped you. The room seemed to close in, the flashing lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. You took a step back, the reality of the situation sinking in.

"Bob... please, take off the mask," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

He reached up slowly, removing the mask to reveal a face you barely recognized—eyes cold, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"It's too late for that now," he said, stepping closer.

The red and blue lights of the police cruisers pulsed through the thin curtains, casting eerie patterns on the walls like warning beacons in a nightmare. Outside, voices crackled over radios and dogs barked in the distance. But inside the cabin, time stood still.

Bob stood in front of you, barefoot and wild-eyed, his chest heaving with slow, deliberate breaths. His shirt was torn and stained—a mixture of dirt, sweat… and something darker. His pupils were dilated, fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

You had known this man—this man who once kissed you when you were on your first date, who cried when your daughter arrived. But this... this wasn't him. The warmth was gone. The man who used to bring you wildflowers and terrible jokes had been replaced by something hollow and unnatural.

“Don’t be scared, darling,” he said, voice disturbingly gentle. His hand rose slowly, caressing your cheek with a tenderness that made you shiver. “I love you too much to eat you… like the others.”

The words didn’t register at first. It was the kiss—the soft, reverent kiss he placed on your lips—that forced your brain to snap into focus.

Your breath hitched. “O… others?”

Then you saw it. His hand, now resting against your face, was slick and glistening. The metallic scent hit you a second later—coppery and sharp. Blood.

Your knees threatened to buckle. You didn’t scream. Couldn’t. The scream lodged itself in your throat like a bone.

You stared at him, horror dawning in your eyes. “Why?” you choked out. “Why would you do this? We have a baby to care for… So why, Bob?”

His expression shifted—just slightly. A flicker of guilt, or maybe hunger, rippled across his face. He tilted his head, eyes never leaving yours.

“I was hungry,” he said simply, as though the explanation should be enough. “My love… you don’t understand. It started small. Just… cravings. I thought it would go away.”

He took a step toward you.

“I tried, I swear I tried. But then they came. Strangers, trespassers. And it got easier. Then I met you but the hunger never left..”

You backed away instinctively, the heel of your boot hitting the edge of the table. The room spun. A dark red smear on the floor caught your eye. You hadn't noticed it before. It led toward the back door—the same door your neighbor’s teenage son had walked through earlier, asking about your generator.

Your stomach twisted violently.

Your babies. You had put them down for a nap just hours ago. Upstairs.

“Where are they?” you rasped, voice cracking as the panic took hold. “Where’s Emily? Belle?”

Bob blinked slowly. “Safe. Sleeping. I could never hurt them. They are ours.”

The word ours made your blood run cold.

Somewhere beyond the walls of the house, a police officer shouted something—distant but growing closer.

You looked at Bob, your heart pounding like a war drum in your chest. Every instinct screamed at you to run, to scream, to do something—but your body felt frozen, anchored by the weight of disbelief.

There was still time. There had to be.

Bob’s gaze softened—sickeningly tender—as if he hadn’t just confessed to unspeakable horrors. As if this was just another night, and not the unraveling of your world.

“All I ask, darling,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “is for you and Emily not to forget that I love you... so much.”

And just like that, he turned.

He walked slowly, almost serenely, past the shattered front door, the blood on his hands glinting under the flashing police lights like some grotesque badge of honor. The silhouette of his figure dissolved into the red and blue haze outside.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Your knees buckled beneath you as the front door creaked in his wake.

Silent tears streamed down your face, each one heavier than the last. The sob that escaped your throat was raw and broken, the kind that came from a soul frayed beyond repair.

Outside, the shouting grew louder. Boots thundered against the porch. Flashlights swung through the dark like hunting knives. But it was already too late.

Because even if they caught him—even if they shot him down where he stood—the man you loved was already gone.

And the thing he left behind?

Would haunt you forever.

[mrsgoffard]

i cant put down the bob

[witloph-art]

Omfg it's been forever since I've posted on here. I'm currently also trying to post on TikTok(witloph_art). Hope y'all haven't given up on me cause I have some...

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BOB VELSEB ARRRRRRRRT!!! 🔪🥩

Feel free to use my art as long as you credit me!! 💜

[radbrein]

Pretty boy consumed by death 🔪🫀

[absolutemimery]

movie date <3 🍿🥤

[endlessabyssharem]

Love how my F/Os are fine with me raiding the kitchen in the middle of the night, no questions asked.

Though with Bob it took him a while to let me do that without getting chased afterwards, but hey! At least now I got a buddy to do midnight meals with