#daydream in blue

[daisygirlwrites]

take a slice

edward nashton x fem!reader

warnings: Graphic Violence, Blood, Gore, Death, Mentions of Suicide, Cannibalistic Imagery, Slight Sexual Content

word count: 1.5k

notes: no use of y/n, no proof reading (finished this at like 4 am, lmao)

a/n: tis the start of my riddler era, more to come ( ノ ^o^)ノ

Edward can’t help but compare on how the both of you approach the act of violence.

For him, he almost treats it like art. Taking his time planning, putting the pieces together, going through every little detail just so everything is right. This is also the reason why he avoids fights, knowing his mind would go into overdrive thinking about the infinite possibilities of what could go wrong. Instead, he hunts. Moving slowly and silently, like a snake coiled up, ready to strike once he knows for sure he has the upper hand. Wrapping himself around his victims, trapping them before sinking his venom into their skin. And once he’s finished with them, he leaves their bodies on display for the world to see. For them to gaze upon his masterpiece. 

You on the other hand are his opposite. With how you treat everything like a job, typing up a report and killing people is no different for you. At times, it almost seems like it’s a chore, opting for efficiency and speed. No matter the process, no matter how messy it gets, just as long as it gets done.

He cannot deny the fact that between the two of you, you’re in a whole other league when it comes to direct confrontation. However, even though heading straight into a fight isn’t much of an issue for you, it is for Edward. The single thought of losing you, especially when he finally allowed himself to indulge the slice of heaven you offered him, has him spiraling. He feels so helpless as he sits behind your computer, tracking your location and counting down the minutes when you enter the house. His anxiety doesn’t go away when he sees you walk in with more than a few cuts and bruises, hands shaking as you let him put you back together. But after some sweet words and sweeter kisses his worries drift away until the next time you come home in a similar state.

Although, despite his valid concerns for your well being, when it comes to witnessing you commit those despicable acts against humanity, he can’t help but watch in awe. 

Such instances, like tonight, when you came to his rescue on what was supposed to be an easy job. The one time you said yes to his insistent begging, to let him join you on the field just for the night, he found himself drugged and restrained an hour later. 

The last thing he recalls before everything faded to black was spotting you in the corner of the room, waiting for him. As he weaves through the large crowd of club goers, he drowns out the flashing lights and the speakers blasting shitty house music. However, with his tunnel vision on you, Edward failed to realize that he was being tailed. He sees your face morph into panic as the needle pricks his neck, his body suddenly feeling heavy. His legs stutter as he tries to fight the sedative in his system but his vision is fading fast. And then nothing. 

The house lights of the club didn’t help his throbbing headache when he finally opened his eyes. His mind and body are sluggish. He’d breathe out a huff of frustration if it weren’t for the duct tape covering his mouth. Glancing down at his tape bound arms and legs, something in his brain laughs at the irony. 

A handful of men in cheap suits litter the deserted dancefloor, occasionally sneaking a tense glance at him. Edward doesn’t even bother with them, his eyes scanning for any sign of your presence in the room, his heartbeat becoming louder to ignore. You’re coming to get him, you always do. His attention finally shifts when he sees the club owner approach him, quickly ripping the tape off his mouth. He bites back a hiss, the sting on his face slowly dissipates before glaring at the man standing before him.

His heartbeat is deafening at his point, barely processing the questions he’s being asked about. It’s mostly about you, more specifically where you are right now. And God, wished he knew that answer too. Though, technically he does, as he knows you haven’t left the building. Not without him. It’s enough to give him a sense of peace.

Growing frustrated at Edward's lack of response, the sound of a pistol getting cocked back echoes through the room before feeling the cold metal pushing against his forehead. “Last time, where did she go?” 

Edward could barely contain his smile, staring up at the man, letting out a shaky laugh, “She never left.”

The lights cut out suddenly. Everything becomes shrouded in darkness, except for the harsh red and pink light illuminating the dance floor. He can hear the other people in the bar panicking, cursing in confusion and fear as they realize something isn’t right. 

Time seemed to freeze when an arm flew through, landing in the middle of the dance floor with a thud. Everyone stares at it, bewilderment turning into dread as a pained screech soon follows. Eyes snapped to the man stumbling and falling backwards on his own blood, desperately trying to crawl away from you. He doesn’t get far before you bring the ax down, his screams drowning out as he chokes on the red liquid. And there you were, in all of your bloody glory. Edward felt his heart throb and something else too.

Guns were drawn and the storm began. The gunshots echoed off the walls like thunder. Red rained all over, as well as fingers and limbs falling to the ground. Your skirt bounced and twirled as you quickly maneuvered around the dancefloor. It was almost like you were dancing, the way you dodge and weave, countering every attack with grace. He can’t help but feel lost in his emotions, his terror and twisted desire for you.

One by one, another life leaves the earth by your hands. Silence befalls the room, save for the club owners’ pained gasps as he lays pathetically in the pool of his own blood. The soft clicks of your heels snaps Edward’s attention back to you, his heavenly savior. Your baby blue dress now stained red, matching your hands and splatters on your skin. The blade of the ax lands on the floor with a hard thunk followed by the ugly scraping as you drag it behind you. 

Flashes of his childhood run through his mind. It was after he turned ten when one of the priests told him how blessed he was that he survived every winter since then. How lucky he was that God chose him to live. But he didn’t feel lucky, especially when he continued to suffer the cold that seeps into his bones every night. Sometimes, he’d pray to whoever's listening, that when he falls asleep, it’ll be the last time. And that morning, when the sun rays hit his eyes, it was another reminder that his prayers will never be answered.

As the years went on, every so often the sweet release of death temps him. How just one small step off the platform would maybe, just maybe, grant him the peace he’d always dream about. But just like how death calls to him, fear grips him by the neck, yanking him back. Not yet, Edward. The voice snarls, echoing throughout his mind, following him as he gets older.

However, this time around, it’s quiet.

His eyes meet with yours, a cold sweat runs down his neck. The cold rage in your eyes hasn’t left and for a moment, just for a moment, Edward believes that he will meet his end.  Not dying by the harsh winters or to a bullet in his head, but instead in the hands of his beloved. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d let you gut him open, to crawl inside him and wear his skin.  He’d want you to chase him down, dragging him to the ground, your teeth ripping away his flesh as he sings your name. To watch you eat his heart as he takes his final breaths.

However, the killing blow does not come and the ax falls beside him. Delicate hands rip away the duck tape binding his limbs. His arms fall limp and unmoving, either by the drugs still in his system or by fear, he can’t really tell at the moment. A wave of copper and your lavender perfume hits his nose as you gently cup his jaw, ignoring how the blood sticks to his skin as you lift his head up. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wander. Even though blue is your color, he thinks red is quite beautiful on you as well. 

If it weren’t for the fact that his body feels like lead, he would have pushed you onto your back and ravished you amongst the corpses. To worship you in the best way he knows how, on his knees with his head between your thighs.

The fire in your eyes has disappeared, replaced with concern as you scan his face and body for any injuries before returning his gaze. “I’m sorry for being late,” you murmur, gently caressing his cheek. He leans into your hand, closing his eyes as he lets out a sigh of relief.

You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, pulling back to look at him again, “Okay, sweetheart, let's get you home.” Edward smiles up at you. He’s already home, safe and sound in your arms.

[aceofblackspades]

i dream a dirty dream of you, baby / you're crawling on the bathroom floor.

[daydream in blue - i monster // saltburn (2023)]

scenepacks by @prescttga on ig :-) tyy ky

[furoraruart]

A gift for my friends who once supported me a lot and make the best music ever, I Monster.

[clubsoba]

Sketchbook pages (again)

[enchantedvistas]

I dream a dirty dream of you, baby

You're swinging from the chandelier

I'm climbing up the walls 'cause I want you

But when I reach you, you disappear

I dream a dirty dream

I dream a dirty dream

[callmeblake]

2. I MONSTER - Daydream In Blue

[frankinferno]

Temazo que conocí cuando apareció en Mr. Robot y volví a encontrar anoche en Severance.

I MONSTER - Daydream In Blue

[daisygirlwrites]

omg, sorry it took me so long to reblog this

thank you so much @lazyartistunderscore for doing this commission! it turn out so beautiful ;w; !!!

the fanfic for this shall be out sometime this month rip

COMMISSION WORK FOR @daisygirlwrites !!

this commission work is for a fan fic,, so PLEASE GO SUPPORT THEM! im excited to read it myself :)

[kindagaymess]

the forbidden crush is hitting so hard, i make myself daydream about an arranged marriage with my estranged childhood bestfriend wtf....

[sweet-iish]

thinking about sae returning to your shared hotel room after a long day of practice.

you're in the middle of a steaming shower, making the most of the luxurious space. the sound of the door was much too quiet, as well as his footsteps pattering against the floorboards, and soon the bathroom tiles.

without a sound, he joins you inside, the glass door banging shut behind him. within seconds, you were pinned against an untouched corner, the cool ceramic sizzling against your back.

his hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, ghosting over your hips, then your chest and roaming over your shoulders, all the way up to your neck.

he takes a good look at your face, using his fingers to tilt your jaw from one side to the other, taking in the pretty face he's grown to adore. you're perfect, so perfect.

"i suggest you hold on tight." he mumbles, lips grazing against your own, somehow overpowering the hot water raining over your bodies. with ease, he scoops you up from the backs of your knees, propping you up against the wall. you're used to this. you should be, from the many other times this has happened staying at a hotel.

and every time, you'll let him use you with pleasure, no matter when or where.

[justplainsimon]

"What is the first song that comes to mind when you remember the Band I-monster?"

gen x: "daydream in blue"

millennial: "blue wrath"

zoomer: "who is she"

[cameronsprincess]

thinking about… blue collar!rafe coming home after a week away and he fucks you real good on the couch.

CW: blue collar!rafe, lineman!rafe, soft!rafe, unprotected piv sex, ass slapping, praise and dirty talk.

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it’d been an entire week since he’d left for florida. his job needed all hands on deck after a hurricane had went through, and rafe, as usual, had to leave immediately and would be gone for an entire week.

you’d been checking life360 non-stop, watching and waiting until he got home. you missed him. you missed his face, his smell, his lips on yours, the feel of his strong arms around your waist at night as the two of you slept. but you were also really horny, and ready for your man to come home and fuck you good just like he always did after time away.

you squeal in excitement when your phone pings, a life360 notification letting you know he was finally home. you rush out to the front porch, jumping up and down and squealing as you watch his truck pull into the driveway.

once he’s parked and out of the truck, you take off running, jumping into his open arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. the two of you waste no time in kissing one another, mouths moving fervently together, teeth and tongues clashing as he holds you tightly against his body.

he breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes and smiling. “missed ya, sweetheart.”

your smile grows. “i missed you so much more! i’m so happy you’re home!”

he starts walking toward the front door, his right arm under the curve of your ass, supporting your weight and carrying you inside the house.

he kicks the door shut with his boot, dropping his bag on the floor and locking the door before he carries you to the couch, dropping you down onto it.

“know what i missed more than your pretty face?” he asks, smirking.

you bat your lashes and bite at the inside of your cheek, “i dunno, what?” you ask innocently.

he grips the hem of his work t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor before undoing his belt. “missed that sweet little pussy. my cocks been achin’ for the feel of your warm, wet cunt wrapped tightly ‘round it.”

your cheeks instantly heat at his filthy words, your pussy throbbing as you watch him slide his dark denim jeans and boxers down his legs. his hard cock springs free, slapping just below his belly button. your eyes zero in on his perfectly mushroomed tip, already dripping precum.

“fuck, i missed you so much rafe, please fuck me.”

he grins, taking one long step toward you. he leans forward, gripping your ankles and pulling you toward him. he wastes no time in stripping you of your tight biker shorts and cropped tank top, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties and bra.

“so fuckin’ pretty, my girls a smoke show.”

you blush at his praise, you always loved how beautiful he made you feel, always reminding you of how beautiful you were.

his long fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs and tossing them behind him. his eyes flit down to your soaked pussy, his bottom lip brought between his teeth. “jesus christ, never seen nothin’ so pretty. already so wet f’me, go on, flip over, on your knees, ass out.”

you quickly obey his command, flipping so your back is to him. your hands grip at the back of the couch, tits pressed firmly against the cushions as you poke your ass out, swaying it side to side for him.

“fuck me, baby. please, need to feel your cock inside me!”

rafe lands two harsh slaps to your ass cheeks, making you squeal in surprise. his large hands harshly grip at the flesh, jiggling it in his hands before he slaps your ass again.

“such a needy little thing ain’t ya? beggin’ to be fucked.”

you moan out in response when he slaps your ass again. he grips his hard cock in his hands, sliding his swollen head through your slick folds. you push your ass out further, chasing the feel of him stretching you out. he chuckles, slapping your ass with his free hand and shoving his entire length inside you without warning.

you scream his name, letting your face fall into the couch cushions as you dig your nails into the back of it.

“fuck, sweetheart. your pussy is squeezin’ me so tight, i think she missed me.”

he places both hands firmly on your hips, using them as support as he begins fucking himself into you. he uses his hands on your hips to pull you back onto his cock, meeting each of his harsh thrusts.

nothing but the sounds of both your heavy breathing, moans and groans and the squelching of your pussy fill the room. rafe fucks into you hard and fast, the head of his dick repeatedly hitting at your g-spot.

your pussy clamps down around him, squeezing him tightly, causing him to groan. “shit, gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, love watchin’ my cum leak outta you.”

you whimper, your pussy pulsing as he continues to brutally pound himself in and out of you. “r-rafe, gonna… shit! gonna cum!”

“yeah? my girl gonna cum all over my cock? go on baby, cum f’me.”

rafe removes his right hand from your hip, splaying it on your stomach before running down and finding your clit. he begins running slow circles around the puffy, sensitive bud.

you moan loudly as your pussy pulses, your lower belly tightening. a warm feeling washes over your entire body, an explosion of pleasure rushing through you as you come undone around his cock. “ffffuck! i love you! holy shit!” you cry out, legs shaking.

rafe’s thrusts grow sloppy, his dick swelling inside you. you feel him twitch inside you, giving one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt before he cums too, spilling deep inside you.

the two of you are spent by the time he slowly pulls himself from inside you. he plops down on the couch beside you, head thrown back and hands clasped together on his chest. he opens one eye and turns his head to face you, “i love you, sweetheart. missed you tons.”

you fall into his arms, curling up into a ball in his lap as he softly strokes your hair. “i love you too, missed you more.”

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[dooodle-bug]

So my bf has this cool yt channel about pikmin and a while back he asked me to make some frames he's gona use in a future video 🤯 I liked these quite a bit so I'm sharing them here 🤯🤯