i scream and twist every time he shocks me, every time the electricity rushes to my neck. it chokes me momentarily, gets my head spinning with painful pleasure. he knows i love it when he pushes that button. i love it when he treats me roughly. it makes me feel like nothing else in this world. it makes me moan and whimper and beg for hours on end.
underneath the sheets none of our problems exist. it's just the two of us, breathing the same humid air. we let our bodies do the talking. his skin is so smooth and warm when it slaps against mine. he marks my neck until it's purple, until i can't take it anymore. teeth bite at the porcelain white skin, sending shivers down my spine.
i know he's using sex to cope, and in a way i guess i am too. nothing matters when we fuck, when we're lost in each other. it makes us numb. it sends us away from reality, into a dreamlike universe where addiction and misery is no more.
just like how he's hooked on his blow, i'm hooked on him. he's my drug of choice. and i can't get enough. i wish we could stay here forever, i wish he could fuck me until the world ends. because as soon as we part, as soon as we've come down from our high, reality crashes down on me again. the weight of all the issues are too much for my shoulders to carry. my back breaks under the pressure.
his lips are wet and soft like baby skin. they bless me a hundred times over. he tastes like everything i've ever wanted, and more. my fingertips tingle when he goes deep. they grip his back in desperation, nails scattering red marks everywhere. it feels so good. i can't stay quiet, no matter how hard i try.
i cry out for him, moaning and whispering his name under my breath. it goes on until my throat is burning, and my voice grows hoarse and weak. he enjoys seeing me this small and timid, loves it when i fully submit to him. i'm letting him take immense control of me. my body is his to use as he pleases. i like being his sex toy, a brat that's got no free will. i like when he calls me names and punishes me because i've been bad.
but amidst his merciless treatment he gives me plenty of breaks. breaks filled with loving kisses and soft touches. they help me relax, offering me some time to catch my breath.
the affection reminds me that he doesn't actually think i'm a dirty slut or a nasty bitch. i'd let him degrade me any day of the week, but those moments of confirmation are relieving too. he cares about me so much, and he's not afraid to show it.
great amounts of trust and responsibility go into our relationship, to prevent misunderstandings and hard feelings. if anything went wrong and ended up hurting me i know dream would never forgive himself. my wellbeing is his top priority, even in bed when he plays with me like i'm a toy.
his rough hands grab and fondle me, but they would never hurt me on purpose. they would never hit me and create bruises on my pale skin, never slap my face like they do my ass. i always feel safe in his presence. his intentions are only good.
my eyelids flutter open and i see him towering over me. his blond curls have stuck to his forehead and his clammy skin glows in the faint light. he's even more beautiful like this, exhausted but feral. we look at each other like we're saints, his eyes could swallow me. saliva drips down my chin. his mouth is coated with it after our kisses.
he's definitely high again. his pupils don't lie. except this time he's not afraid to show it. it's like he doesn't care anymore. he doesn't care that i know. he knows that i know. and frankly, i don't care either. it doesn't matter now. nothing does. the world isn't real. it's just the two of us, floating on clouds. everything is fine.
the eye contact breaks when he hits my spot again, and i'm sent flying. my head falls back and i scream from the pleasure. his thumb rubs my tip teasingly as i leak pre cum. he's dead set on making me cum, on blessing me with the best orgasm of my life. my gratification is what he holds dearest. i adore him for that.
dream knows me inside and out, every part of me. his fingers have slid across the curves of my body so many times that you couldn't count. every inch of my skin he has touched, and he could describe me flawlessly to anyone with ease. he knows just how to turn me on and drive me wild, he knows how to make me feel like a million dollars.
i couldn't imagine exposing myself to someone else like how i've done it to him. dream is special. the second i let him touch me for the first time, was the second i let him in. into my life, into my head, to explore all of my deepest darkest secrets. he got to learn about my insecurities, my personal issues, but also about my daily routines and simpler things that i never would've shared with friends or coworkers.
seems like falling for the strange, handsome man that refused to tell me his name wasn't so bad after all. he's changed my life completely, even though we haven't known each other for long. my days don't pass in a blur anymore. they have meaning. because every morning when i wake up i know he'll be there for me.
he's like the paintbrush that's colored my dull pencil drawing. the sunset in the background is no longer greyscale, instead it's a vibrant mix of oranges and pinks that would make anyone gasp. the grass and the trees are not just faint lines, they're actually alive. green, vivid, and thriving.
he taught me many things. about love, sex, relationships, and life in general. his love for me has given me purpose. and for that, i look up to him as a kind of role model. confident, intelligent, and compassionate. i'd protect him with my life if i had to, walk to hell and back holding his hand. when i'm standing with him, nothing feels more powerful.
even now that his empire is collapsing, i'm still standing by his side. i don't regret anything. if the demons want to hunt him down and capture him, they'll have to get through me first. if the ship is sinking, i'm sinking with it. i'll drown in the cold, dark sea. and even then, i'll still not regret a thing.
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polaroid angel - dreamnotfound
Fanficgeorge is a sought-after model with his pale skin and dainty figure. dream is a wealthy upcoming photographer with a special eye for details. ~~~ major content warning; includes smut and other sexual themes. - word count: 46268