Miftah | THE PAPARAZZI

Ｓｔｒｉｐ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｈｅ Ｃａｍｅｒａ !

It was the perfect shot. Just behind those blinds, his own private strip show.

CW; Sexual exploitation, voyeurism, non-consensual acts, stalking, unhealthy coping mechanisms (erotic & non-erotic self-strangulation), sexual coercion, potential escalation leading to violence and gun threats.

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢

A𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢

A𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐?

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• He'd always been a photographer. Though, he could barely remember when his celebrity obsession started. It had been years, probably in his early teens, the first time he saw you on screen. Maybe he never really got over his hormonal craze over you. Something had clicked then. His life—mundane, stifling, empty—faded away.

• His room was a shrine, photos, posters, magazine cutouts, all framed and pinned to the walls. Candid shots, some from premieres, others from film sets, and many... many more that had never seen the light of mainstream media. You were perfection, everything he wanted to be and everything he wanted to have.

• After weeks of planning, tracking down the production schedule of 'Black Pines'—this slasher flick in the making, and worming his way into the area, he finally got to it. Your trailer. Miftah could feel the rush, the familiar thrill of being this close, like some sacred pilgrimage. He peeped through the window, squinting through the blinds. Then the shirt came off... then the waistband tugged down...

His eyes widened, heart slamming against his ribs as he realized what had happened. The flash. He had left the goddamn flash on.

author's ramblings;

i know, i know... anooother stalker ...

miffy is my pride and joy! he's an existing personal oc, but i tweaked him (considerably so) to fit into this scenario

fun fact: would you guess he's an aggressively nice, freelancing 3D modeler who struggles with his father's hyper-masculine ideals in the og......