You woke up to your phone playing a song, you'd pause it, deciding to find out what song it was later... AFTER you showered, of course. You sat up, yelping in surprise to find the demon sitting on the end of the bed facing you. ". . . Bob... Were you watching me sleep. . ?" You'd look at him, your eyes half-lidded with sleep. "... Yes." He replied, not seeming to care much for lying on the subject. "... Out, shoo get." You got up, trying to nudge him out of your room. He'd object for a bit, even sitting down, leg crossed and his hands resting on his knees. "Come on, man! I gotta get this fucking dried blood off. . ." You pleaded with him, in some kinda attempt to get him off his ass... 'Stubborn fucker.' You glared at him dangerously.. He smiled wider, standing back up and allowing you to get him out of the room so you could grab a towel and clothes.
"... What're you doin?" He'd question you, pointing at the spare clothes.
"Taking a shower, I still have blood on me.." You answered, kicking open the bathroom door, which was cracked open a bit. Using your elbow, you'd turn the lights on, placing the fresh clothing and towel onto the sink. Bob watched you as you wandered around, turning the water on in the bathtub to check the temperature. "... Why are you doin' that? I could help you know?-" He offered, but you quickly interrupted. "By licking me again...? Yeah, no thank you.." You'd cut him off, staring at him in a tired manner. "You know people have like... a lot of germs in their saliva..?" You'd raise an eyebrow, confused as he took out a small notebook and writing that down. "... Didn't know that one... Thanks." He'd blankly thank you, still watching you. "Imma close this..." You spoke, closing the door. His foot caught the door, "Why?" he tilted his head. "Because, privacy?" You retort, closing the door after he'd move his foot to allow you to do so.
You locked the door, getting undressed and staring at two scars on your chest with a smile. You'd hop into the bath, seeing the water turn a slightly dark red due to all the dried blood.
"Are you done now..?" Bob asked through the door, tapping it with his claws. "No, Bob. I just got in the water..." You sighed, chuckling at his antics. He began to grow impatient, however, you were almost done anyways, so once you dried off and got dressed, you unlocked the door. Bob would burst through it, almost breaking it off the hinges. "SWEET TREAT! Finally, I was so boored.." He purred, hugging you to his soft body. "Sweet treat...?" You inquired. Suddenly, he'd bite into your shoulder, causing you to whimper in pain. You'd squirm as he licked the blood up, thinking for a moment. "Yep, sweet treat..~" He grinned, watching your red face. 'Am I into this?-' You thought to yourself.. THAT'S A QUESTION FOR LATER-
"That hurt, Bob!" You'd squirm a bit more, and him licking the flowing blood didn't really help.. You were gonna need to disinfect that later... "You're gonna bruise it.." You'd protest, trying to push his head away, your expression clearly flustered. He'd lick the blood off one more time before letting you down.
"You uh... Like coffee?" You asked him, having to look upwards to talk with him properly.
"... Carmel." He answered, staring at the bleeding wound and walking off somewhere. You shrugged it off, wincing slightly from the injury. You walked into the kitchen, fixing you and Bob some coffee, making sure to added more sweetener into bobs' coffee to make it sweeter. However you went with a normal route, dripping black coffee right from the pot. Bob returned with a first-aid kit, seeming to pull a slight look of disgust at the coffee YOU were drinking.. "No creamer.. No sugar, just... black coffee??" He'd question you, grabbing his coffee and taking a taste test.. He seemed to think for a moment, your heart pounding as situations zoomed through your head. "Hm... Perfect..!" His grin widened as he drank the sweet as fuck coffee, the tail, which you thought was fake, wagging like a happy dog. "Well, you fuckin' love sugar, so I just added sweet shit so it'd taste like pure sugar." You replied, getting a honest smile from Bob.
"Well, it's better then the stuff YOU'RE drinkin'... Stuff'll make your blood taste bitter." He'd frown, pouting over the topic. "Noo, no no. You ain't doin' THAT again.." You protested, glaring at him. "I got too excited is all, I don't usually let a victim live." He'd hum, sounding comforting.. However this information was FAR from that, it was actually a bit MORE terrifying then he was. But at this point you've learned he was just a murderous sadist, but a huge softie. "I wanna take that as a compliment.. But that was threatening as fuck." You joked, smirking at him as you took another sip.
"Anyways, if you're living here, I have some rules." You began, gaining his attention easily. "That is..?" He'd ask, taking a large drink of the coffee. "First rule, please refrain from murdering in my house, I heard blood in carpet is hard to clean.." You spoke in a tired tone, looking at the carpeted room. Bob seemed to understand this, nodding his head. "And if you ever come home with blood still on ya, take a damn shower, and take your shoes off before stepping inside. I don't mind you walking around the house in your shoes, but if you track blood or mud on my carpet, I'll skin you and hang you up like a trophy." You explained, earning a roar of laughter from Bob. "And here I thought you were completely harmless, and plus, I'd loove to see you try.~" He purred, his voice coming out in a loud purr. Your face began to heat up, you shivered, glaring at him. "Whatever.. Just don't fuck up my house is all." You mumbled, rolling your eyes.
He'd simply nod, finishing the coffee off and setting it down. You'd start at him for a moment, mainly at his eyes. "Imma get to bed, there's more candy in the hallway closet." You'd point out, causing him to instantly jolt his gaze to the closet you had mentioned. You wandered to your room, laying on your bed. You thought for a moment, and thought hard..
'I liked him..?'
'DO I actually like him?'
'Did I like it..?' You looked at the bandaged wound, biting my cheek as I thought.
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+ . / { A Normal Occurrence. } \ . + A Bob Velseb x Masc!Reader. (OLD ASF)
Fanfiction[Y/N] was always a problem child, even at this beginning of his life. He was always sick, had many allergies, and always stayed inside his room. His life was a living hell during most seasons, but not during fall. Halloween had always been his favor...
