helloo loves, figured i should do a quick introduction post!! 🐛
i’m maggie (took my alias directly from the simpsons, she is me i am her). i’m from germany, so pleasee be gentle with my wandering grammar. ♡
a big passion of mine is writing, literally anything from poems to stories to other weird crap my brain dumps, and since i just started university and clearlyyyy have so much free time, i decided now is the perfect moment to finally give into the idea of starting a fanfiction blog. 🌷
music is my life, and i have to give gorillaz extra credit for raising me since middle school & since they’re my favorite band oat i will keep this blog mostly gorillaz related.
in advance, i am deeply sorry, but i do go a little feral over a certain green bassist from time to time. but i’m willing to write almost anything if it’s requested (leaving out the obvious such as proships or anything similarly immoral)!!
i’d love to meet and connect with y’all, feel free to talk to me, send me hcs or just scream whatever comes to your mind.
but please be gentle and don’t spread hate, i just wanna build a cozy corner where everybody feels welcome.
do u listen to ashnikko u lowkey give off the vibes
Sorry to upset yew, but I haven't heard of this Ash-Nekko in my entire life. Nice blue hair though... Might make a good stand-in fer Stu... Get back at him for handin' my bandmates over to Ace...
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THANK YOU @becomeanunconsciousman FOR TAGGING ME YOU ARE AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!
@whoscoxon also tagged me so thank you twin💜🙏
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tysm for tagging me @m4gg0tz !! ur music taste is sooo good, i basically listen to everything too!! idk how i’ve never checked out wednesday 13’s solo stuff before.. have u listened to frankenstein drag queens? ^.^
choosing artists was honestly so hard, i listen to sooo much. i picked out the most popular ones from my last.fm tops, pretty much all of them are over 1k+ scrobbles (plus the 25k+ gorillaz scrobbles gulp..!)
happy halloween everybodyy!! ^.^ and happy reformation day to everyone celebrating ♡
mild mentions of alcohol
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⋆ i feel like they'd all start getting excited for halloween like late july. the second the first stores put out decorations, 2D and Noodle are already in the aisles.
⋆ “oh you should DEFINITELY go as ___ this year!!”
⋆ murdoc would 100% insist on handling all the planning himself.
⋆ "leave it to me guys, i'm a master at partying HAW HAW"
⋆ he's not.
⋆ he forgets.
⋆ overhears the others talking about costumes two weeks prior and suddenly remembers he was supposed to organize something.
⋆ would probably just invite a random mix of people to their place and call it a day.
⋆ like the cashier of the local supermarket or the girl he had a one-nighter with ages ago kind of random.
⋆ not even half of them show up.
⋆ russel’s probably the only one who really tries, picking up cheap decorations, snacks and booze the same day so it doesn’t feel too depressing.
⋆ noodle’s costume would rely more on makeup than clothing.
⋆ she'd totally go for a clown, a pierrot, or even a super detailed skull look. i’m also seeing those 2014 tumblr halloween aesthetics with fake glass sticking out of her skin.
⋆ murdoc would go the lazy route.
⋆ either mixing something from his wardrobe ("guys, i'm john lennon, it's obvious") or some store-bought one-piece ‘cool movie guy’ costume. probably travis bickle or some shit.
⋆ 2D would go for something similar, maybe putting a bit more effort into accessories and props.
⋆ he wouldn't really go for anyone specific, more like a random spooky character. a zombie, a butcher, something like that.
⋆ he’d spend like 20 minutes trying to glue fake blood in his hair and then forget to wash it out for a week.
⋆ russel's split.
⋆ he either nails the most accurate character recreation ever, even mimicking facial features with makeup, or shows up as some meme. like turtleneck the rock.
⋆ the party itself would probably start off loud but get kinda dead in between (mostly because of the wild mix of people lol).
⋆ 2D and Noodle would keep the energy alive tho.
⋆ they’d definitely be the first ones to hit the dance floor (look at the strobelite mv).
⋆ russel’s behind the speaker setup with a chef’s kiss playlist. like every song transition is perfect.
⋆ murdoc’s pouting in the corner for a while, mostly because he tried flirting with a few women and got ignored.
⋆ eventually he gives up, grabs another drink (or five), and finally joins the others.
⋆ by the middle of the night, all of them are sitting in a circle talking absolute nonsense.
⋆ the guests are just standing there like '???' before quietly leaving one by one.
⋆ around 4am someone puts on a movie and they don’t even last ten minutes before knocking out on the couch. classic.
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tyy for reading, first time doing this!! ^.^ i actually wanted to go as billy the puppet this year, but sadly the party got canceled and i'm stuck on a faculty trip sigh. tell me ur costumes tho if ur celebrating!!
NSFW: Murdoc x AFAB Reader | Soft Orgasm Denial, Bottom Murdoc, Established Relationship
Word Count: ~ 3k
A/N: "Blue Sunday by The Doors.. Jim Morrison.. get it..? Because the reader is blueballing him.. ! (Yes, I will put music references in every single fic of mine, let me be.)"
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Your belly rumbled, and your limbs felt stiff. How long had you been lying on this couch?
The flat was silent, except for the low buzzing of your fridge, and soft streaks of sunlight fought their way through the lace curtains. Honestly, it was peaceful.
A little too peaceful, maybe.
Murdoc left hours ago to work on the new record with his bandmates. And since it was Sunday, with no responsibilities haunting you, you figured today was for laziness. Like watching silly dating shows and taking a three-hour nap kind of laziness.
You looked at the time. Almost 6pm. Another growl escaped your stomach, louder this time. Sighing, you pushed yourself upright, hands rubbing at your temples.
God, you missed him. A lot. And you hated yourself for that, for not being able to be on your own for a day. Hated how easily he made you melt the second he was around you. How he would throw his arm around you like that’s where it was supposed to be, how he’d place his hand on your knee ever so slightly but still firmly, marking you as his.
Warmth flickered low in your body, and you hated that even more.
You tried shaking these thoughts away. A shower might help, you figured, and you needed one nonetheless. Badly.
Hastily, you got up, made your way into the bathroom, and sprang into the shower. The cold water rattled you awake, washing off the sleep, achiness, and any thoughts you tried forgetting.
By the time you got out, lotioned your body, and blow-dried your hair, the sky outside had already darkened a shade. You put on some brown pajama flares and a fitted black graphic tee. Comfortable, casual, and somehow something he never failed to appreciate.
You peeked outside, trying to figure out how late it already was. He’d probably be home soon, so you decided to start preparing dinner.
Arriving in the kitchen, you quickly washed your hands and laid out whatever ingredients were left (since neither of you remembered buying groceries). A few sad vegetables and a handful of leftover noodles. It would have to do.
Barely started, your thoughts were proven right as you heard the keys turn. He was home.
A smile sprang onto your face, cheeks burning, feeling yourself getting flustered. You put down the knife and practically skipped towards the hallway.
"Welcome home!" you sang, but then you saw him. You stopped dead.
"Hey, love.." Murdoc muttered under his breath, barely above a whisper. He looked... shy. Cheeks flushed in redness. not bearing to meet your gaze. None of his usual cockiness, none of that stupid sly smirk, nor that god-awful arrogant swagger. Nothing.
You couldn't help but grin. Oh, you exactly knew what this was.
Deliberately, you let your gaze drop. The huge bulge in his jeans confirmed every suspicion.
Murdoc was utterly horny.
You dragged your eyes back up, Murdoc was already staring at the floor again. He looked absolutely wrecked.
"How was band practice?" you asked, overly slow, sugar-sweet.
"Good."
"Yea? Good, that's all?" You tilted your head playfully.
"Well... I dunno. We didn't get too far. Still good, I suppose." His voice cracked.
You simply nodded in response before you came closer and kissed him. Your lips were touching softly, yet sensually.
It was very obvious to you how easily Murdoc melted under your touch. He placed his hands on your waist, pushing himself against you, like he couldn’t help himself.
But you pulled back. Hands gently placed on his shoulder, just enough pressure to make him shiver.
"I'm making dinner right now," you said lightly, like nothing had happened. He nodded subtly in response. "Oh, yeah. Right," he answered before pulling away as well, like he was grateful for the chance to breathe. He tried to gather his attitude back, squaring his shoulders before eventually breaking again. "Sorry," he added. Poor him. Almost enough to make you feel bad for him. Almost.
You made your way back into the kitchen. "Wash your hands and come help,“ you ordered him puckishly. A minute later, you found him beside you again. His cheeks less red now, breath almost back to normal. Trying hard to suppress himself.
"So, what’s for dinner?“ he asked. His voice was firm, nearly back to his usual Murdoc tone.
You chuckled. "No idea. Something out of.. this.“ You gestured to the depressing assortment of ingredients on the counter. "Guess we have to improvise.“ He gave you a leery smile, making you roll your eyes in response. A smile tugged anyway.
"Hey, it’ll taste great,“ you insisted. "Plus, you could’ve grabbed takeout on your way home.“
There it was, his cocky grin. "Oh yea, love. Since I had the whole day off, huh?“
"Tss,“ you shot back, handing him a knife and the remains of a cabbage. "There. Make yourself useful and chop that up for me.“
"Bossy.“
"Chop.“
He did as you told him to.
As he was cutting it up, you occupied the counter next to him, slicing some mushrooms and an onion. You threw the pieces into a bowl, added a bunch of random sauces, shook it a little to mix it, and set it back down to marinate.
Your gaze went back to Murdoc, who was still having trouble with his task. He noticed your stare.
"Oh shut up, that knife is arse, we should totally get-“
"Oh, don’t worry, Mudz," you interrupted with a sweet smile.
He stared at you like you’d lost your mind.
Slowly, you moved closer again and gently hugged him from behind, like it was no big deal.
"You’re doing so good,“ you mumbled into his back, your hands lazily sliding up and down his sides.
"Did you catch a cold?“ he asked bluntly, but you just nudged him forward again, signaling him to keep chopping.
"God, I missed you so much,“ you added, almost whispering. Carefully, your hands slipped lower and lower, eventually reaching his crotch. Murdoc let out a heavy breath, gripping the counter like his life depended on it. You felt him melt under your touch.
"I thought we were cooking?“, he mumbled, strained.
"Aren’t you?“, you chuckled.
He swallowed hard, trying to get back to work. You felt him getting hard again under your touch, so you squeezed a little harder in response.
"My poor baby came home all excited and I was so cruel and let you down“, you murmured, your other hand hovering over his chest. Murdoc dropped the knife and instantely turned around, trying to pull you close. Quickly, he tried throwing his arms around your waist, but you caught his wrist before he could.
"No, love.“ You smiled turned wicked. "Go back to work.“ He just stared at you, stunned. "You heard me, Mudz.“
And he actually listened. No complaint, nothing. That really said just how desperate he was.
Murdoc turned back around, picked up the knife with visibly shaky hands and started chopping yet again. You giggled against his back. "Good boy.“ Your hand wandered over his erection again.
"I.. uhm.. I’m done“, he gasped, referring to the cabbage.
"Good“, you hummed, your fingers already fidgeting with his belt, like dinner was the last thing on your mind. "Now you put the cabbage in the pan, stir it a little, then add the veggies I prepared“.
Your tone was casual, as if you’d be hosting a cooking show. Just, this time, you were unbuckling the belt of your lover, sliding your hand into his boxers.
The cold sensation of your fingers made him let out a soft groan, back arching into you, desperate for your touch. He tried his best to follow your orders. He really tried. But he was trembling, half of the pieces missing the pan completely.
"Oh, careful, love.“, you grinned, as you started to stroke his shaft gently. Another muffled whine slipped out of his mouth. The veggies were sizzling inside the pan, a weak attempt at drowning out the sounds he was making. His breathing was uneven and greedy, interrupted by subtle groans ever so often.
Quickly, you shifted closer. With one firm tug, you pulled out his member, heavy and pulsing in your hand. You spat into your palm for more lubrication, slow on purpose, before you started stroking him again. Tighter this time. Faster.
His hips jerke helplessly, trying to thrust into your hand, but failing to find any control. His hands were gripping onto the counter, onto the wooden spoon, then onto you and back to the counter, searching something steady to claw on.
You started covering his neck in kisses. "You’re doing so good.“ Then lower, dragging your tongue lightly against his shoulders.
Murdoc bent further over the counter, not even trying to supress his moans anymore. His cock was twitching in your hand, his thighs tensing. He was close.
That’s were you stopped. Completely.
You moved up to the sink, leaving him aching, and washed your hands. You felt his stare burning into the back of your head.
With an innocent smile, like you hadn’t just wrecked him, you finally turned around. "Dinner looks ready, don’t you think?“ He swallowed. Hard.
But you continued your act, breezed past him and pulled out some dishes out of the cupboard, letting him stand there, lips parted, his exposed member heavily twitching against the cold air. Handing him the plates, you added "Put the food on the plates and then come to the living room, will ya?“. Murdoc simply nodded in response, too exhausted to fight back.
You couldn’t quite read his expression. It was some mix of anger, lust, and something dangerously close to tears.
It probably was the case.
As you made yourself comfortable on the sofa, Murdoc hovered in the doorway, both plates in his hands. His belt was still undone, his cock throbbing hard against his now half-closed jeans. He was desperate to cum, and you enjoyed every second of this.
Without a word, he slid on the couch next to you, placing one plate a little too hard on the coffee table infront of you. The other stayed on his lap. "Enjoy“, he mumbled, mindlessly picking in the mess just to have something to do with his hands.
You tasted a bite. Slow, to make sure he was watching you as you chewed. "Wow“, you exhaled, licking grease of your lips. "You actually did a really good job.“ Murdoc shrugged, lifting his fork to try it himself.
But you stopped him.
"Sit back.“ He froze, his fork slipping right out of his fingers as you took it.
You scooped a generous bite on his fork and held it up. "Open your mouth, love.“ He shot you a look, that familiar flicker of his usual attitude. "Am I your dog?“
"Open. Your. Mouth, Murdoc“, you commanded. The sweet tone in your voice was gone.
A beat of silence.
But then he obeyed. Both your thumb and index found his chin, forcing his mouth wider open. Your other hand fed him slowly, all control. He chewed slowly. Not like he had another choice, with your hands controlling the pace. A hard swallow, before he dared to speak again.
"Good.“
You rewarded him with a small smile. "Told you.“
The routine continued, unhurried. You fed him at your pace, occasionally stealing a bite from his plate and making him wait for his turn, until both plates were finished.
“Are you in pain?” you asked, smile angelic.
Swungfully, you threw yourself back.
“God, I’m so full.” You nudged his leg with your foot, voice as sweet as ever.
“Could you do the dishes for me, baby? Pretty please?” He didn’t answer, just rolled his eyes and got up, plates in hand. You would’ve felt bad, if you didn't notice the way his cock twitched inside his pants.
“Well, what do you think?” he spat, though his face softened immediately after. He enjoyed this far more than he’d ever admit. And you knew it.
He returned quickly, lingering in the doorway like a kicked puppy waiting for instructions.
The sink turned on. You hugged your knees to your chest, giggling under your breath.
Yeah, you were just as turned on as him. Maybe worse.
You tapped a finger to your lips, pretending to think.
“Can you please bring me a water, baby?”
No complaints. Murdoc spun right back around and fetched you a cup. You patted the spot next to you.
“Thanks, love” you grinned, taking it from his shaking hand.
Then you finally turned your head, eyes trailing over his entire body. A small smile tugged your lips.
You brought the cup to your lips and downed it one go. Slow enough to be theatrical, fast enough to ignore him completely. The ice-cold water hit your stomach while he just stared. Nervous. Needy. Breath shallow. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
Didn’t look at him. You set the cup down.
Silence. Thick and suffocating, making him tremble even more. He shifted beside you , his thighs pressed tight, hands gripping into his pants, waiting for permission, anything really.
“Okay, okay…” you sighed dramatically, letting your fingers ghost up his thigh. “I’m sorry.” Your hand settled right above his zipper.
“I think…”, you leaned in, lips brushing his ear, "I made you wait a little too long.” His gaze burned right into you, pupils blown wide, chest rising. He was waiting for your permission. And you smiled, barely a nod.
That was all he needed.
Murdoc’s hands were on you instantely. He grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap, lips crashing onto yours hungrily. You looped your arms around his neck, giving into his touches. The kiss deepened, his tongue gently pressing against your bottom lip, asking you, begging really, to let him in. You gave it to him, just as eager, hands sliding up into his hair.
He broke away, only to trail his mouth down your throat, kissing, sucking, making you exhale loudly in pleasure.
God, how you’ve been aching for his touch.
Murdoc wasted no time wandering up your shirt, groping every spot of skin he could find. Wandering up to your breasts, gently brushing over your hard nipples.
A whimper escaped your mouth, helpless.
"I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day“, Murdoc groaned into your ear, before giving your neck another peck.
Still whimpering, you let out a soft chuckle. "Yea, I could tell.“
Both your hips twitching, you grinded against each other, breaths unsteady and shaky. You caught his lips again in a hungry kiss, like you’d be starving, until Murdoc pulled back once more.
Effortlessly, he pushed you onto your back, making sure you landed comfortably. His fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt, before pulling it off in one quick motion.
Laying there, exposed, heat spread across your skin as he took a moment, sliding his hands slowly up and down your sides.
"God“, he whispered. "You’re beautiful.“
A smile tugged at your lips. "I love you“, you muffled.
He kissed you again, deeper this time. "I love you, too“
His mouth wandered downward. Placed gentle kisses along your neck, your shoulders, your breasts (especially on your breasts), then on your stomach. He didn’t miss a single spot, giving every inch of you attention before finally reaching your thighs.
One small brush of his fingers over your clothed slit made you gasp, a broken moan spilling out. Then, with one motion, he pulled off both your pants and your panties at once. Murdoc placed himself between your thighs, kissing them gently, caressing them with his hands. He looked up, your eyes locking, right as his tongue found your clit.
You sobbed out a moan, uncontrollably. His tongue flicked over your most sensitive spot again and again, then he sucked softly, making your whole body tremble. Heat shot through you, hips twitching, grinding helplessly into his face.
Oh, how good he felt on you. Like his tongue belonged there.
Your heartbeat quickened. Your hands found his hair, desperate for something to hold onto. When he groaned into your throbbing cunt, the vibration nearly made you collapse.
You felt yourself climbing higher, getting closer and closer.
“Murdoc-” you gasped, voice cracking. He sucked a little harder.
That did it.
Pleasure exploded through you, sharp and overwhelming. Your back arched off the couch, thighs clamped around his head, fingers tangled in his hair as you came undone on his tongue. Shaking, breathing in broken sobs.
He didn’t pull back. He kept his mouth on you, soft licks guiding you through every pulse of your orgasm, holding you together while you fell apart beneath him.
Exhausted, you tried catching your breath again, still twitching, soft sobbing escaping your mouth. Murdoc gently brushed his thumb over your thigh, kissing the other.
“You okay?” he asked against your leg.
You nodded. “More than okay.” You tried to smile through the aftershocks.
Still shaking, you lifted yourself up enough to grab his face and pull him into another kiss. Your tongues found each other again immediately, your saliva mixing, the room filled with the wet sound of your kisses and desperate breathing.
“Fuck…” you muttered, a guilty chuckle slipping out. “Sorry.”
Your hands ripped at his jeans, trying to push them off.
He helped, kicking them away, exposing his length. His cock was flushed almost blue.
Murdoc pulled off his shirt too, interrupting you with another kiss.
“Trust me, love” he grinned against your mouth, “It feels better than it looks.” You giggled, placing a quick kiss onto him again before falling back onto the couch, dragging him with you so he hovered right over you.
Murdoc lined himself up and started softly grinding his member against your overstimulated clit, testing if you could handle more already. You whined from the overstimulation, but your whole body ached for more. Your arms flew around him, pulling him closer.
And with one slick motion, Murdoc thrusted into you, filling you up completely. A loud moan ripped from your chest as you buckled your hips, riding out the shock of pleasure.
He groaned too, a choked sob escaping his throat.
You felt the orgasm coming again, far too soon.
His hips started moving, fast yet deep, making you feel every single inch of him. Your nails dug into his back, leaving visible scratches. Your lips crashed again, messy and rushed, both your whimpers and heavy breaths interrupting any attempt at rhythm.
His cock twitched inside you uncontrollably.
“Murdoc-” you gasped, voice cracking as your walls squeezed around him.
That was it.
A wave of pleasure shot through you so suddenly you nearly screamed, your entire body trembling beneath him as you came again, clenching around him tight and desperate.
He dropped beside you with a low groan, both of you overheating, your chest rising and falling fast. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Just you breathing.
Murdoc wasn’t far behind. He choked out your name, hips stuttering as he spilled into you, filling you with every pulse, his moans low and broken right against your neck.
Your bodies shook together, riding out the last of it until he finally collapsed onto you, both of you breathless and completely spent.
Then Murdoc slid an arm around your waist and pulled you onto his chest. His voice was still rasped from moaning.
“Yeah… that’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about all day.”
You let out a tired giggle.
“What, you doing the dishes?”
He snorted, laughter shaking his chest beneath your cheek.
“One needs the other, doesn’t it?”
You nudged even closer, noses brushing.
“So, what? Did you write a whole song about that? Getting blueballed on a Sunday?”
You huffed a tired laugh and nudged him lightly. “Good. One poet in this house is enough.”
His lips curled into a smirk.
“I’m no Jim Morrison.”
“Don’t ever leave me alone on a Sunday again,” you mumbled, half-asleep.
Murdoc didn’t answer, simply wrapped his arm tighter around you. His breathing was still uneven, chest rising against your cheek. You settled next to him, legs tangled, letting the silence sit comfortably between you.
do u guys ever just hit that point where u love something so much it stops being fun. like u can’t even consume it anymore without feeling embarrassed or insane. i sometimes feel like wanting to throw up or cry or both. or is that just me? ♡
