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Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates. You Never Know What You're Gonna Get.
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.
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Perfect Pictures
Mickey Altieri x Reader
TW: 18+ | Possessive | Stalking | Kidnapping | Video taping | Picture taking | Dead dove do not eat | Bondage |
All content that you consume on your media is your thing, I don't care what you do.
"Guess what, Beautiful?"
the echo of his foot steps surrounded your isolation, banging in your ear drums as your head lulls to the side.
"You made the front cover! Again!" You could hear his excitement, if not in his voice, you could hear it in the way he moved, the wrinkling of the news papers waving in his over enthusiastic hand gestures.
Your arm ached as he leaned over your chair, the feeling of his breath hitting the side of your face made you want to gag.
"I always knew you could do it, You're Picture perfect." His whispers blow around your left ear, you could feel his jeans crinkle against your arm, his zipper scraping into your skin as he bends down, breathing heavily into the side of your neck.
the pitch black fabric wrapped around your eyes insured little comfort, your head felt like a balloon being lifted into the air, a stabbing spike hitting the side of your brain.
a small. wet. kiss hit the side of your neck, a pit wanted to swallow you whole. your eyebrows furrowed as small dark patches seep into the fabric, an uncomfortable chill running down your spine.
His forehead rests in the crook of your neck, a slight groan crawled its way up your throat as he moves his left arm to rest in front of him. with a slight tilt on his wrist, you could hear the waves of paper balancing through the air.
"They used the wrong photo." He mumbled, a sigh escaping his nose as he sits up, a small whish cut through the air as the sheets flopped on the floor, discarded in disgust. "Your school photos always looked so... forced." his hand lightly touches your head, a small stroke from his thumb. "Amateurs."
"The pictures we take are masterpieces. Don't you think so?" He lifted himself off of your arm, moving around to only god knows where.
"I wonder if I gave your parents those photos we took at the end of last term. Do you think they would use them? That smile you had while you presented your year end project. You looked so nervous, so shy..." click
a heavy weight hits the side of your head as your head falls forward, parts of your hair falling over your face, sticking to your forehead.
click, click
"You must be one of the descendants of Aphrodite, and I'm your fierce lover. Aphrodite and Ares, Love of the ages. Passionate," click "Secretive" click click "Complex." he sighs, all you could hear was fabric moving around, until hurried footsteps come to a stop in front of you.
His hands reach up, steady on the sides of your head, cupping your face, lifting your soaked face towards his prying eyes. Piercing even shrouded in silence.
His thumbs, caressing your cheeks. Cold hands burning against your heated cheeks. His left hand sliding up to catch against the fabric boundary, the smallest protection you have, being able to pretend like its all a dream, just a bad dream.
Then just like that, a piercing white stabs your eyes, your head shooting to the right, rolling on your shoulders.
You could hear Mickey tutting as his right hand caresses your jaw, this thumb following the outline of the duct tape glued onto your damp skin.
"Your eyes were always so sensitive, That's what makes them so beautiful." He leans towards your face, his thumb stroking your cheek in false comfort. "You're perfect."
His hand gliding to take a hold of your chin, slowly tilting your head back, eyes slowly fluttering open to the beaming square stage lights in all directions.
Beyond the dark glow of his silhouette, a bold flashing red light, the reflective surface mocking you, a sick memory to relive.
It felt like hours before he decided to step back, releasing all contact, allowing gravity to pull your head to sag in front of you.
"Now, princess.. we have to look at the camera to capture your beauty." His hand grabbing a handful of your hair. pulling your head into the position he felt was natural. "Now stay still."
A big, winning smile grows on his face, moving backwards towards his camera, set perfectly in front of you.
"Now say cheese." click, and flash.
"Beautiful." flash.
"Perfect." click.
white flooring. flash.
wooden chair. click.
bare legs. flash.
"Its like your beauty grows every day." He lifted the camera, moving it to a separate table near the wall, "I'll show you the photos later, Processing them by hand, all for me."
"Watching your body... slowly burn into the paper." His mumbling traveling across the solid walls.
You watch him, eyes following him as he walks towards you. one. final. time.
"My model, my goddess, Mine. Forever."
He bends down, a puff of cold air hits your forehead before his lips. His hand taking the now visible black fabric, thick, with a singular knot.
A small cry escapes the barrier blocking your face, shaking your head, eyes pleading.
"I can't have you flashing those beautiful eyes at anyone else. These are all mine."
His hands take the blind fold and slowly move it over your eyes, a burnt in traced of the room where it once was.
"I'll see you in a few hours."
A small peck touched your covered eye, a final deep breath, the thick air, following his receding steps and the lock of a door.
may we perhaps have a brief introduction to the hobbits? 👀
Merry, Frodo, and Pippin are all boys! Samwise is a girl. Right now their favorite hobbies are Drink Milk and Stagger Around and also Fall Over. They are getting much more agile though
And this is their mother, Lavender. She is almost identical to her sister
