#backruums

[bimboc1de]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛  table.⠀ … ⠀@backruums .ᐟ

NEVER  IN  HER  LIFE  DID  BUNNY  THINK  SHE  WOULD  EVER  BE  IN  THIS  SITUATION     ...     blonde stands awkwardly within the space that could be classed as a dining room, her dainty fingers trembling slightly as she plays with the hem of her crop top.     she had followed clark willing     ...     and now,     she  relied on him.     he'd given her a job when she was down on her luck,     a person to vent to about her shitty ex-boyfriend,     safety,     and now a home within this     ...     place.

bunny's heart went pitter-patter within her chest as clark approaches her,     unintentionally making her step or two backwards until she felt the edge of the dining table against her lower back and stopping her from being able to any further.     she hadn't been putting distance between them because she was afraid of him     ...     but more so in the sense that,     in a way,     she'd already assumed what was coming.

their height difference was almost comical in a way,     in which bunny needed to crane her neck back just in order to look up at clark. this would pretty much result in her gazing up through half-lidded eyes,     her long doll-like lashes hiding doe eyes.     they could be classed as seductive bedroom eyes,     albeit rather innocent ones.

❛ ❛   'iya...   ❜ ❜     her voice wavers a little,     her breath catching in throat when clark's strong hands grip at her hips,     easily lifting her to sit her on the dining table like she weighed nothing. bunny's legs parted instinctively,     making space for him to stand between them and close any gap left within them.

the blonde's dainty hands reach up and settle on clark's chest, her fingers curling slightly to clutch at the shirt he wore. her head falls forward when she feels his calloused hands slowly work their way up her thighs, pushing her already short skirt higher to expose those stupid little black lacy panties she wore.     a shiver runs down her spine and her cheeks flush bright pink with a blush,     her forehead resting against his shoulder as she attempted to hide how easily shy and submissive she became from something so small.

❛ ❛   clark...   ❜ ❜     she whimpered softly,     resisting the urge to wiggle her hips and chase after more of his touch. ❛ ❛   stop teasin' me already...   ❜ ❜     

[bimboc1de]

⠀⠀⠀❛  mm, so welcome to my humble abode.  ❜⠀ … ⠀@backruums .ᐟ

SHORT  BLONDE  MERELY  SMILES  TO  HERSELF     ...     there's  no  judgement  to  be  found  in  soft  blue  eyes  as  she  looks  around  the  furniture  store  she's  become  quite  familiar  with  during  her  shifts.     her  hands  are  clasped  behind  her  back  as  she  follows  clark  through  the  aisles  of  furnishing  he  was  attempting  to  show  off.     

honestly,     bunny  wasn't  particularly  listening  what  he  had  to  say  about  the  inanimate  objects  surrounding  her.     not  in  a  way  to  be  rude,     but  more  so  that  she  found  clark  himself  far  more  interesting.     he  was  the  whole  reason  why  she  was  still here  when  her  shift  was  over  hours  ago.

❛ ❛   it's  very  nice.   ❜ ❜     she  giggled,     the  sound  airy  and  light.     she  spun  quickly  on  the  heels  of  her  platform  boots  and  made  a  beeline  towards  the  nearest  bed  in  which  she  drops  herself  down  onto  the  mattress.     the  springs  made  a  quiet  groan  under  her  sudden  weight. not to mention the way it also made her two very noticeable personality traits bounce a little. was it on purpose or was she simply naïve to her own body?

❛ ❛   y'know,  livin'  in  the  store  seems  really  cool.   ❜ ❜     she  comments,     placing  her  hands  on  the  mattress  behind  her  and  leaning  back,     kicking  her  legs  back  and  forth.     ❛ ❛   i personally don't think i could do it, though. it seems really... spooky at night. especially if yer on ya own.   ❜ ❜     ​

bunny pauses briefly,     her head tilting to the side slightly as she looks clark up and down.     it's almost innocent with the way she checked him out.     ❛ ❛   it's a good thing yer 'ere though, innit?   ❜ ❜

[missmargomuse616]

🥂, reverse

Margo was just exited from the elevator to jer apartment, heading straight to her home when she spots an man standing near her door step. For a second he liked as if you were lost, his clothing reminded her of someone from the nineties would wear. When she cautiously took a step forward she could tell he was intoxicated which would explain his confusion on where he was. At least that's what she assumed.

"Hello? Sir? Are you alright? I haven't seen you around before. You must be new to the building or are you looking for someone?"

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> AS MUCH AS BEING INSIDE .. had helped clear her head. calmed her body down. and made her feel so much better in so many ways. her hands had started to get restless. there were only so many fake tea parties you could have with a giant pirate and your alter ego , before her mind started to ask for something else to do. she had mentioned it to clark. she didn't know whether or not he'd heard her. but she had left and come back in a short amount of time. the bag was full of things she needed to make .. something. simple. easy. cupcakes. muffins maybe. cookies were better. gave her hands the motion. the movement. she stands in the kitchen. placing the shopping bag down on the table. it had been weird to go outside again. she didn't know how long it had been. she should have looked at a newspaper. checked her phone. but that had gone flat a handful of weeks ago. the buzzing that had grown louder the further away from the null zone she got .. had finally quietened down again. it was peaceful. ❝ outside. ❞ she replied. pulling what she had purchased out of the bag and placing it on the table. ❝ i need to do something with my hands. ❞ she mumbled. brows furrowed. maybe she should have bought eggs as well. could make pasta.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @backruums 🟫 asked ​ ❝ where were you? . ❞

[missmargomuse616]

hi there! i'm reading through your hcs right now and i love how casual your oc is. she's so cute!! and fun!! feel free to dm me to plot whenever you want 🫶☺️

// Omg thank you for such sending this ask and being interested in my muse. once I saw you had muse for clark from the backrooms I just had to follow you. So far I love what I see. ( also I am low key obsessed with the moive and like the lore behind it. ) I'll definitely dm you to plot. 🙂😉

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> TEETH BITE DOWN ONTO HER .. lower lip. pearlie whites bite deep enough that she felt the skin break. the metallic taste of blood instantly filled her mouth. this wasn't exactly what ellie thought she would be doing at four thirty six pm on a tuesday afternoon - but ellie didn't also think that her dreamscapewas real either. things still seemed to surprise her. slender arms found their way around clark's neck .. tugging him closer to her. fingers moving to the base of his skull .. threading through dark hair. holding on. tugging slightly. the movement pushed her back to meet the yellow wall. her head tilted to the side - forcing brunette hair to fall in her eyes slightly. a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. ❝ why ? ❞ she questioned .. before the tiniest of moans escaped her lips. one of clark's larger hands had found her breast. pawed at it over her shirt. cupped it and squeezed. her spine straightened. which allowed her head to tilt back and hit the wall. ❝ whose gonna hear us ? ❞ ellie knew who. but she wanted to tease. she loved to tease when she was feeling up to it. when clark allowed her too. one of her arms moved from around his neck .. hand coming to rest over the top of clark's hand and threaded her fingers through his. squeezing herself. ❝ do we have to be quick too ? ❞ blue eyes caught his gaze. ❝ because i don't think i can. not standing like this. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @backruums 🟫 asked ​ ❝ we  have  to  be  quiet. + paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❞

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> BLUE EYES ARE FOCUSED .. up at the lights. they were flickering again. brows furrowed. before she continued to stare. ellie leaned into the back of the ottoman. her legs pulling up in front of her. slender arms wrapped around her knees. she was still staring upward. the yellow walls ; the yellow ceilings .. sometimes made that heavy feeling in her chest appear. if she didn't take her medication before bed - this place seemed to be a little more .. scary. alive. homey. comfortable. the brunette quickly shakes her head .. before her eyes shift - coming to look at clark who stood off just to the left. the kitchen was where ellie felt the buzzing the most. like it was the most alive spot. ❝ why not ? ❞ she questioned. though the australian had never actually seen a light switch down here. just an endless row of over head lights. sometimes no lights at all. her head hurt trying to think it through. the slight buzzing at the back of her mind was constant. but it didn't hurt as much in here. ❝ hurts my eyes. ❞ ellie eventually mumbled. tilting her head down and squeezing her eyes shut.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @backruums 🟫 asked ​ ❝ you can't just turn them off. ❞

[bimboc1de]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛  answer me, baby.  ❜⠀ … ⠀@backruums .ᐟ

NOPE,     ABSOLUTELY  NOT     ...     bunny  sucks  on  her  teeth  and  presses  her  lips  together  in  an  exaggerated  pout.     her  nose  scrunches  up  and  a  crease  forms  between  manicured  brows     ...     which,     she  really  shouldn't  be  doing  when  she  knows  it'd  highly  likely  give  her  wrinkles.     she  does  not  need  that  shit  in  her  early  twenties.

instead  of  answering  him  like  he  wanted,     bunny  begins  to  turn  herself  on  the  swivel  chair  set  up  at  front  desk,     clark  slowly  disappearing  from  her  view.     she's  being  petty,     she's  fully  aware  of  that     ...     but,     in  her  mind,     he  fully  deserves  it.     he  actually  made  her  work  for  once  when  they  both  know  that  was  kat  and  bobby's  responsibility.     bunny  got  paid  to  sit  at  the  front  desk  and  look  pretty     ...     except,     today,     those  two  employees  had  both  called  in  sick.     unsurprising.

however,     even  though  she'd  very  much  pulled  her  face  when  clark  had  politely  asked  to  help  a  customer,     she'd  done  it  regardless.     it'd  been  some  older  man  that  had  ( mistakenly )  wandered  in,     an  easy  target  to  fall  for  the  blonde's  charms.     she'd  laid  it  on  thick  as  per  usual     ...     talking  in  that  sugary  sweet  accent  and  lying     ...     telling  him  that  the  piece  of  furniture  the  customer  was  eyeing  would  look  really  good  in  his  home  and  that  the  women  were  bound  to  love  it.

it  had  worked,     obviously.     a  purchase  had  been  made,     but  now  bunny  was  being  moody  about  it.     now  they  were  playing  a  ridiculous  game  of  cat  and  mouse  where  neither  of  them  were  winners.     they  were  both  very  much  losers.     ( loser4loser. )     the  more  bunny  continued  to  turn  away,     the  harder  clark  tried  to  get  in  her  line  of  sight.     it  was  cute  in  a  way.     the  desperation  of  it  all.

                                            answer  me,  baby.

for  fucks  sake...     she's weak for a gentle pet name. she  stops  turning  briefly,     her  head  tilted  slightly  towards  him  with  soft  blue  doe-eyes  staring  him  down.     ❛ ❛   no.   ❜ ❜     technically,     that  was an  answer. damn it.     ❛ ❛   yer  so  mean  t'  me.   ❜ ❜     literally how? for making her do her job that she gets paid to do? grow up. bunny gives him one final glare before rotating  the  chair  away  again  until  her  back  was  to  him,     arms  folded  over  her  chest  like  a  irritable  toddler  waiting  for  the  perfect  reason  to  throw  a  fit.