#backrooms a24

[disoda]

a window

[artbugjuice]

The TARDIS has landed in the backrooms

[neurophilee]

[lvrcrime]

I will survive, live and thrive

Win this deadly game

[jordiemeow]

bobby franklin x reader [mdni] — your boyfriend splashes out on a new camcorder and insists on testing it out on you.

“State your name for the record.”

“You know my name, Bobby.”

“The camera doesn’t.”

Said camera has barely left Bobby’s hands since he’d brought it home two days ago, much to your chagrin. It had taken the entirety of those two days—when you weren’t at work, anyway—for him to convince you to be his muse on your day off. You weren’t even sure what you were signing up for.

Now you sit cross-legged on the bed with one of Bobby’s shirts hanging from your frame, sweating in the summer heat. The fan in the corner rattles noisily, doing little to combat the warmth, and the heat of your annoyance at a camcorder being shoved in your face isn’t exactly helping.

You roll your eyes at him, unimpressed. “The camera isn’t a person. I'm not introducing myself.”

“Well—“ He kisses his teeth, ready to argue his case.

“If you’re just using this as an excuse to roleplay, I want no part of it,” you interject, arms folding stubbornly over your chest.

Bobby zooms the camera in on your deadpan face. “Subject displays signs of hostility—“

“Turn that thing off.”

The warning in your voice only seems to amuse him. The viewfinder hides his expression, but you imagine him grinning, which only exasperates you further.

“Hostility increases—“

“Bobby.”

“Fine. Fine,” he relents—not by turning the camera off, obviously, because that would have required him to possess even a shred of self-restraint, and he’s thoroughly enjoying pestering you right now. Instead, he zooms back out and lowers the camera enough for you to see his face. “This image quality is insane.”

Despite yourself, you feel a little endeared by his enthusiasm. “Well, it better be. That thing is worth, like, a month’s rent.”

The number still makes you feel vaguely ill. The conversation where you’d discovered exactly how much his new equipment cost had almost given you a heart attack. Bobby, however, appears completely unbothered. In fact, judging by the distant look in his eyes, he probably hasn’t heard a single word you’ve just said.

He’s more focused on staring at the tiny flip-out screen again, adjusting the focus ring, watching you reluctantly unfold your arms again.

“Though to be fair,” he says, “you make it easy.”

Your frown deepens. “That’s a terrible line.”

“Line?” He replies absently.

“That.” You gesture vaguely towards him. “Whatever that was. You make it easy.”

A smile curls at the corner of his mouth. “It wasn’t a line.”

“It absolutely was.”

“It wasn’t.”

“You called me pretty.”

“I did not,” he denies.

You sit upright. “So now we’re lying?”

Bobby laughs. “I said the image quality was good.”

“Because of me. Therefore you implied I was pretty.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Liar!”

The grin spreading across his face makes your stomach flip unhelpfully. You considered yourself immune to his charms by now, but his boyish grin and the way he’s admiring you through his camcorder makes you want to swoon. Which is exactly why you immediately scowl at him.

“Stop looking so pleased with yourself.”

“I can’t help it,” Bobby says.

You huff an amused breath despite yourself. The sound seems to encourage him, and he adjusts something on the side of the camcorder and squints through the viewfinder.

“Hmm,” he hums thoughtfully to himself.

Naturally, such a sound is immediately enough to warrant suspicion. “What?”

“I need the subject to move around. Test how it picks up motion.”

“So now I’m just ‘the subject?’” You raise a challenging brow at him, and he immediately backtracks.

“I need my hot supermodel girlfriend to move around,” he corrects.

You roll your eyes, but it does make something stir in your chest despite its sheer ridiculousness. Bobby lowers the camera again and you catch the mischievous look on his face.

“Maybe you should model.”

“No,” you deny instantly.

“You’re not even going to think about it?” He says, a whine catching in his voice.

“I don’t need to. I don’t want a video of me stripping, or whatever the hell you want, sitting around our apartment. I babysit my niece here twice a week.”

“Okay, and? It’s not like she knows how to work one of these. She barely knows how to brush her own teeth.”

“It’s— it’s the principle,” you insist, cheeks burning. You wouldn’t consider yourself a shy woman, far from it, but the idea of there being a physical record of you attempting to seduce your boyfriend is offputting. “I’m not a slut.”

He groans and throws his head back. “No, you’re not,” he agrees as patiently as he can. He’s using the same voice he uses to console your aforementioned niece, which isn’t exactly helping his case. “You’re very loyal, in fact. Dedicated, too. It’d be really nice if you could show me that dedication—“

“Gross.” You stick your tongue out. “Don’t make it weirder than it has to be.”

“Fine. Fine.” He raises his free hand in surrender. “I’m not making it weird.”

A silence falls over the both of you, and you worry at your bottom lip in consideration. It just goes to show how much you adore him, because you should be sticking with your gut answer and telling him to fuck off. Alas…

“You promise you won’t show anyone?”

Bobby perks up instantly. “Promise. Scout’s honour.” The boyish salute that follows makes your shoulders ease up a little, and you briefly question why you’d even consider stripping for such a childish individual.

“Fine. But just a little. To… test your motion, or whatever.”

“What?” He blinks stupidly, before realising that’s the excuse he’d used just a moment ago. A sheepish grin tugs at his mouth. “Oh, right. Exactly. Just a little is fine.”

You swallow, shifting slightly on the bed. The frame creaks, and you can’t help but think the moment feels incredibly unsexy. You’re sweating in the sweltering heat, and it’s probably picking up the whirring sound of the fan, and—

Now you’re just psyching yourself out. It’s fine. It’s just Bobby.

“Okay, so… what do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t think I’d get this far.”

“Bobby.”

“Just do what feels right.” He waves a vague hand. “Take your shirt off, or something.”

Such a request should make you sputter with indignance, but it’s no surprise coming from the man who seemingly spent upwards of eight hundred dollars on a camcorder just to record his girlfriend in their shitty apartment. You force some more confidence into your posture, shoulders squaring as you look down at your shirt. Slowly, your fingers drift down to the hem, curling around it.

You glance up at him for reassurance, met with an eager nod. Stifling a sigh, you drag it up slowly, revealing inch by inch of warm skin. “Like this?”

“Just like that,” Bobby breathes, voice lower now.

Encouraged by that, you pull it up further, dragging it up past your bra. Bobby wets his lips at the sight—your breasts spilling over the cups, soft and enticing. Up up up it goes until you’re pulling it over your head, letting it fall to the floor in front of you.

You want to shift uncomfortably, clamp your thighs together, cover yourself with your arms. It’s not like he’s never seen it before. It’s just unnerving with the camcorder directed at you. But you force yourself to stare directly at it, spreading your thighs slightly to give him a proper view of your panties.

“Fuck, yeah,” he murmurs. “Touch yourself.”

“What?” You say, alarmed.

“Not—“ He laughs a little, shaking his head. “Not there. Sorry. Just… your tits, or something.”

Your shoulders sag with relief. That’s a little too much for now, but you’re content enough to give him at least some form of show. Your fingers skate back up your stomach, goosebumps prickling beneath them. Then you cup your breasts over your bra, watching his reaction through half-lidded eyes.

“You’re so pretty, babe,” he says, and the approval goes straight between your legs. “Doing so well.”

You reward him by hooking your fingers under one of your bra straps, inching it down. His breath catches audibly—selfishly, you hope the camera caught that reaction—and he shifts a little on his feet. The thought of him getting visibly aroused by your display emboldens you further.

The other strap follows, and you palm at yourself over the cups a little more. “I would have worn a better set if I knew we were doing this.”

“I like this bra,” he says, only half hearing you, zeroed in on the sight of you squeezing at yourself.

You release them and he almost groans in disappointment. Before the sound can escape, you reach behind you, unclasping the bra and letting it fall away. His eyes widen cartoonishly, and you bite your lip to mask a smile, trying to remain as sultry as possible.

“Shit, can I touch you?” Bobby takes a step forward. Your eyes flick down to his jeans. They’re tight, but you think you can make out the forming bulge beneath the denim.

“Can’t touch ‘the subject,’” you quip.

Hands skim along your chest again, and he seems enraptured as you grope yourself. You’re surprised he hasn’t caved already, but his restraint is admirable as he nods sagely in agreement. Still, you hear him groan under his breath when you focus on a nipple. It stiffens under the touch, already sensitive enough to make you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Is this enough movement?” You ask, rolling your nipple between your fingers while your other hand palms at the flesh of your other breast. You’re hardly moving, so the answer is definitely no, but he indulges you with another one of those enthusiastic nods. You're certain you could sit entirely still with your bra off and he'd tell you it was enough for his little 'motion test.'

“Yeah. Looks, um—“ His gaze moves to the viewfinder, which he realises he hasn’t actually looked through since you took your shirt off. He can only hope the camera was pointed at you properly. “Looks great.”

“The movement, or me?”

“The movement,” he says, laughing at the indignance that crosses your face. “You look more than great. You look perfect.” Heat crawls up your cheeks, but he’s not done. “Which is exactly why I really can’t keep my hands to myself right now, and I don’t think you should waste your day off sitting in bed alone when we could be having sex.”

You bark out a laugh as he switches it off, setting it on the dresser and advancing towards you. “Well, that’s an improvement from your last line.”

He stands between your parted legs, ducking his head to give you a quick kiss. “For the record, it wasn’t a line,” he insists as you reach for his belt.

“Liar,” you mutter against his mouth.

The smile he gives you when he pulls back is so hopelessly smitten that your own laughter softens with something warmer. He ruins it by breaking the silence with:

“Maybe we should invest in a tripod. Then we could really record something sexy—“

[ghostlybfgf]

pairing: bobby (backrooms) x gf!reader

warning(s): smuttiness, established relationship, camcorder sex, lowkey voyeurism, fingering, boy is a freak

a/n: i had to do a little blurb on this don’t @ me idek what this is, entirely self indulgent

The beady eye of the camera blinked red in the dark.

Not bright enough to flood the room but enough to capture your face, that and the small lamplight left on in the corner, settling you against in pillows in an orange glow. The only perfect view in the peeling paint and wallpaper of the motel room around you.

Bobby noticed your eyes stare into it sitting in the palm of his hand as he kneeled over you between your legs, sheets tightening under his weight.

“You nervous?” He spoke up in that quiet way, soft even if rough around the edges, flashing you a charming smile with his hair falling just in his face. You weren’t, not completely, you were used to it. Used to all the times it had been shoved in your face on dinner dates and late night walks in the city, there was little you could do to escape the way he captured you.

And he did it always with a smile on his face, eyes twinkling as he’d watch them back, scrolling through reel after reel.

You pulled the sheets over your naked chest higher anyway, looking up at him, “You sure no one’s going to see this?”

“Nah,” He smiled a little then, dropping the camera a touch to look at you with his own eyes, “It’s mine.”

The words shouldn’t have made heat rush to your face the way they did. Not just for the video, or your nerves.

His.

He reached over eventually, thumb brushing your cheek. “C’mere.” His hand scooped around to the side of your head, closing the gap between you, his teeth gnawing at your lips until they locked with his. Your arms brushed up through the thin cotton, material falling away at your arms as you moved against him, fingers threading through his hair.

“Let me see you baby..”

Blue eyes flashed to yours, foreheads pressed together as he focused the camera from your flushed face down to your chest. Inch by inch it fell from you by his hands, shivers tingling your spine as your breast spilled free on show.

“God look at you.. you seein’ this? That’s my gorgeous girl..”

His finger plucked at your nipple, tugging it taut between his fingers and at the other until they pebbled. He spoke aloud, mouth half pressed into the camera’s viewfinder with eyes peering over every so often to catch yours. His hands coasted down the sheets where the video followed, pulling down and down, over your sternum, fingers trailing slowly and teasingly to your navel.

His mouth replaced his hands, leaving a trail of pen mouthed kisses across the skin of your groin and hips, stopping only every so often to suck down harshly. And constantly having the stupid thing in his hands must have made up for some skill, because he didn’t drop it once, just the gentle hover of it between you.

He collected himself for a moment, mouthing at your bare knee as he finally slid the rest of the sheets away down your legs.

“Open up for me baby..”

Two fingers spread you open, his head ducking between your legs as the camera peered up through them, your mouth falling open as he thumbed at your clit.

“Bobby..”

He groaned at the sound, sweet and wanton, your hips arching up into his touch, wetness sliding over his fingers as he slipped two of them inside of you, sinking inside inch by inch.

“I know.. let me hear you.” He raised then, bracing himself up over your knees, pressing a kiss to one and raising over you. He made sure you could se everything, every curve of your body shadowed by the light, every writhe of your hips and the sight of your pussy sucking his fingers in with every curl of them.

You came undone like that, head rocking back against the pillows as he egged you on, his thumb circling harsher on your swollen clit. The pressure ignited deep in your belly when you let go, a sudden shudder bucking on his hand before he carefully pulled them from you.

He could barely suck them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your juices with a hum before he’d had enough.

“Fuck it..”

The pure sight of you, the thoughts running wild of having something like that to keep, so intimate, so yours. His cock was hard in his jeans, aching and throbbing from the time you’d even said yes to the idea.

He crawled back over you, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling as his hands dropped the camera, the black plastic tumbling onto the bed where his hands clamped down at your hips. His mouth found yours again after trailing wet kisses up your jaw, slipping his tongue into your mouth with a groan, rocking into you.

“Sweet girl.. fuck, you have no idea what you do..”

Bobby gave one last reach behind him to set the camera upright, giving full side view of him fucking you. But the footage was long forgotten, his only focus was on you.

Your bodies pressed together, his jean shorts shrugged down to his knees as he wrapped your thighs at his middle. He didn’t leave any more time as you whimpered and moaned against his lips, slipping inside of you with one steady thrust.

The red light still flashed behind you, something to save for later, something he was proud of. And every roll of his hips into yours, your breaths mingling, all he could think of was how he was going to to show you it later.

Most likely with you sat his lap, pressing kisses all over your face and neck, hands roaming your body as he’d remind you.

His gorgeous girl.

loving taglist: @starxs-s @targlocket — only because idk who else will read this LMFAO 💗😭

[xka08587]

[lipglossangelll]

⋆𐙚 ˚ 🪽🦢⋆˚꩜ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

ꪆৎ: 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝚑𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔𝚑𝑡, 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡

Bobby shut the door of the supply closet quietly, peering out the crack to make sure there was no sigh of Clark coming to tell them to stop slaking on the job. He turned the lock before turning around with a mischievous grin spread across his face.

You shook your head smiling as well.

“See. Easy Peasy.” He said in almost a whisper as he moved to put is hands on your waist, eyes looking at your lips.

“What if he comes to get something from here.” You said quieter than Bobby in fear that you might be heard.

“Hey. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Then he leaned in, kissing you softly.

His hand ran down the sides of your body before resting on your hips. He pulled them against his own letting out a small hum. The kiss became more intense. You stepped backwards and your back hit the wall making a small cardboard box fall from an overhead shelf. It hit the ground with a quiet thump. Probably not enough for anyone outside of the closet to hear. You broke the kiss, eyes growing wide.

“Bobby!” You yelled in a whisper.

“Shh.” He remained smiling but put a single finger over his lips before bringing it to yours.

Then, he brought his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking gently on your soft skin.

“I really am not trying to get fired.” You barely protested, melting into his touch.

“Then be quiet for me. Yeah?” His voice was lower than usual and you could feel his breath on your neck as he spoke. Your cheeks began to heat up immediately.

You quickly nodded your head, forcing out any thoughts of being caught in this situation. You felt as his hands slipped under the fabric of your shirt which he began to pull up.

“Put your arms up.” His lips disconnected from your skin as you did as he said, easing your arms over your head while he pulled off your shirt.

You were exposed now, only wearing a lace bra you had bought just for Bobby. If Clark or anyone walked in right now they wouldn’t have to guess what was going on. Something about that idea made you feel weirdly excited.

“God you’re beautiful.” His eyes lingered on your body as his hands softly grazed your skin.

Then, he made a swift movement removing his shirt as well and tossed it on the floor. He kissed you again and you could feel his warm skin pressed against yours.

You could feel his hands move down as he began to unbuckle his belt with one hand while his other stayed on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss.

Right as he was about to remove the belt completely, the door knob began to shake. Then it stopped and a voice called from behind the door.

“Is someone in there.” Clark.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry one sec i’m just putting some stuff away.” Bobby said frantically grabbing the two of your clothes off of the ground. He tossed you your shirt and you pulled it over your head quickly.

You mouthed the words “What do i do!” to bobby as he finished doing back up his belt.

“Can you please unlock this Bobby.” You could hear Clarke growing impatient as he tried the door knob again.

“Sorry!” Bobby said before turning the lock. The door opened immediately to reveal a not so happy Clark who was dressed in a pirate costume, camera in hand.

He looked at the two of you. Clearly unimpressed.

“Sorry sir.” You finally spoke, cheeks red from embarrassment and from what was happening moments ago, and he just shook his head.

“I don’t even wanna know. Back to work.” He said pushing through the two of you to grab his fake peg leg off a shelf.

You stepped out of the closet looking over to Bobby who was somehow still smiling. He gave you a wink and you just rolled your eyes.

𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝚑𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑐 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐𝚑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 <\3