Bob Velseb x Reader and Headcanons! (Spooky Month)

Common Ground: Chpt: 2 Bath

You and Bob were walking back to your house in silence -with the occasional 'did you know' facts about the human body but mostly just silence- with your pittie between you two. The temperature pummeled and the snow was now falling even harder as it pittered and pattered against your coat.

Who would have thought that your night will consist of punching the fuck out of someone, obtaining a dog, and having a cannibal serial killer walking you home?

You let out a sigh and glanced over at Bob. "Why can't you take her? She clearly likes you better..."

While this was true, you also didn't want Bob to know where you lived. Then again, he probably already does.

He looked over at you with his broad grin. "Do you honestly think I'm in the position to take care of a dog?"

He sounded kind of pissed. Actually, no. He was pissed. What kind of stupid question was that?

You stared at the ground nervously. "No..."

Back to awkward silence.

While looking at the ground, you noticed your dog shivering and seemed to struggle to continue on. She began slowing down, making you stop.

You walked over to her as she started to wag her tail, looking up at you. You placed your hands under her front two legs and tried to lift her up. But fuck, she was heavy. You took two steps and had to place her down. You were never going to get home at this rate.

"Move."

You looked up and took a side step. Bob reached over the dog and easily lifted her up in his arms.

You could never tell how Bob was feeling with that constant smiling face. Sometimes...Was he mocking you? Think you're pathetic? Hate you? Well, maybe not hate you. He had to like you a little bit...right? You're not dead...yet.

As you both continued on, you saw how your dog snuggled close in his arms. You watched with a soft smile until you felt eyes on you. Darting your eyes up, you saw Bob just staring at you. With a quick blink, you played it off by lifting your hand and petting the dog, putting your attention on her.

It didn't take too long to arrive at your house. The small neighborhood was quiet. There were only two light posts on each end of the sidewalk, making the way to your house somewhat dark. Kinda creepy too with Bob standing next to you.

You walked up the concrete steps to your porch and opened the screen door to your main door. You cursed under your breath. You used a keyless door knob and had to punch the code in.

You knew Bob was watching. You awkwardly shifted. Trying not to make it obvious that you were hiding the code from him but you were doing a pretty terrible job. You punched it in, and with a 'beep', the door was unlocked.

"4283," Bob stated.

"Fucking hell..." you muttered under your breath. You just pushed open the door as the wonderful warmth of your house hits you. You flipped a switch, lighting up your living room.

"Th-thanks for bringing her here..." you said awkwardly, looking at Bob and glancing away. He was staring at you, this time, he had a sliver of drool going down his chin.

'Is he going to leave?'

"Are ya gonna ask me to come in?"

You wanted to say no but if you did, he might kill you then and there. Or maybe not? He wouldn't leave the poor dog ownerless...right? "Oh, sure. Yeah, yeah, come in."

You watched him step inside, still holding the dog, and shutting the front door behind him. He then kicked off his shoes by the doormat.

'Well, that's nice.'

"She needs a bath," Bob said, looking straight at you.

You nodded, swallowing nervously. "R-Right. The bathroom is over there...I don't have any dog shampoo though. But Dawn dish soap should be okay as an emergency."

He didn't reply and walked his way to the bathroom. You kicked off your shoes and threw your dirty coat on the ground, deciding to deal with it later. You hurried into the kitchen, grabbed your dish soap, and made your way to the bathroom.

You saw Bob on his knees, up against the tub with the dog inside it. He was holding the shower head as he was washing off the mud. You noticed his sleeves were rolled up and his red demon gloves were off. You were able to see pale skin with some dark arm hair.

You just stood there, staring. Bob turned his head, his wide eyes bore into you as he still had that scary grin.

Feeling immediate embarrassment and fear, you could feel yourself turning red. You walked into the bathroom, trying to play it off. "Here, I got the dish soap."

You sat on your knees beside Bob, which kind of intimidated you, considering he towered over you. He could really mess you up if he wanted to. In many more ways than one.

Mentally slapping your thoughts away, you tried to control your shaking. You squeezed a teeny tiny dot of dish soap on your palm and started to rub it in the dirty fur of your dog.

As you were washing your dog, you spoke up. "So, uhm. What should we name her?"

Bob turned his head towards you, making you backtrack.

"I-I mean, you can name her if you want to. Or-or I can...uh." Your words got caught in your throat. You hoped you didn't say anything wrong.

He leaned in close to you, so close, you could feel his warm breath against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "What's wrong, little lamb~? Why so nervous?"

You felt like you were going to implode on yourself. "I-I'm not nervous...I'm fine...really!"

He started to chuckle lowly, his grin widening even more if that was even possible. "You're a terrible liar...do you know what I do to liars like you?"

You were shaking through your core. Trying not to have a heart attack on the floor.

"They get punished~."

Bob slowly pulled himself back and continued washing the dog. Acting as if nothing happened. He just left you sitting there, making you wonder what was going to happen to you.

Eventually, after thoroughly washing out the soap, your dog was all cleaned and ran out of the bathroom once dried off. Getting the zoomies.

You stood up and stretched your legs out.

It was cute watching her run into your bedroom and back to you. It helped you forget about Bob's odd, kind of sensual, threat.

Until she ran back into the bathroom. She jumped on you at full speed, making you fall backward. You didn't have time to shout, instead, you tensed up when a pair of large arms wrapped around you from behind as you pressed up against something soft.

Curiosity got the best of you. You tilted your head back and of course, Bob was peering down at you intensely. He was drooling again...and panting. Hard.

"Sweetheart, how about you and I jump in the shower and we can begin your punishment?"

P-Punish...J-Ju...sh-shower?" you stuttered, unable to make complete sense. You couldn't believe this was happening. There was no way.

A/N:
SMUT TIME IN THE NEXT CHAPTER :D