#gorillaz smut

[elita-ngel]

lazy morning sex with stuart. <3

he loves it, in fact he prefers it — he’s not one to rush or put in much effort, and when you both collectively begin to paw at each other under the sheets when the sun starts to creep up he gets giddy. it’s not hard to get him in the mood anyways, he usually wakes up with a stiffy.

lazy sex, lazy makeout session. mouths open and sloppy while you gasp against each other as his tongue drags against yours. usually you drag him on top of you, legs intertwining so you can both grind against each other. other times it’s you on him, hands gripping your ass to push you against his hard-on while he whines.

puts his fingers to use, like always — lips still on yours with his hands creeping down to spread you open and leisurely prep you for his cock. he loves to kiss your neck in these moments, keeps your voice open and lets him focus on your sensitive spots while he litters your throat in wet hickeys.

squints at you through the sleepiness while he slips himself into you with a small whine, pressing your foreheads together as he lays his lean body over yours, keeping you as close as he possibly can with a hand cradling your head as he lazily thrusts into your cunt.

you both stay like that for a while, messily grinding against each other and whining into each other’s mouths, and when you start to get close — you swear you feel him grin for a moment before he slips a hand down to your clit, rubbing in circles with the tips of his fingers and whimpering when you clench.

though the goal of morning sex for stu usually isn’t to finish, it’s more to enjoy your body as long as he can before the day begins, it’s always a treat when either of you do anyways. he’ll pull out with a drawn out moan, voice cracking and hushed as he finishes on your stomach, or you’ll sob while he finishes you off with his fingers and an accidentally perfect thrust in the most sensitive part of you, and you’ll both sit in the pleasure with small gasps and rushed pecks, giggling in the aftermath.

he loves it.

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[chrrybl0ssom]

ིྀcontent: dilf!damon. fingering. slight overstim at the end. not proofread😁. based off of this plink.

when damon finds you upset, he makes it his personal responsibility cure your unhappiness. it almost activates a reflex inside him like it's his only job to make you satisfied. he forces you into a tight hug that makes you relax instantly from his body heat; his cologne occupies your nostrils with affection and comfort that weaves through your body. he makes you lean against the counter while he cooks for you, and listens to you rant about the source of your distress.

sometimes he lets you sit on his lap while playing around on his keyboard. his chin rests on your chin while you complain to him, voice accompanied by the soft melody of the pressed keys. a familiar rush to his dick makes him pause as you shift in his lap. his lips part, tongue dart across his dry lip; he quietly groans and drops a hand to your thigh. "could you be still for a minute."

in seperate occasions he finds it easier to make you forget what is making you angry, which can be by eating you out or fingering you until you're crying and squirming away.

so, rather than sinking his aching erection into your cunt—he would feel selfish if he did—he buries two fingers into your pussy while you sit on his lap. you lean your head onto his shoulder with a scrunched face as he eagerly pumps into your tight walls that clamp around him. it pulls a broken whimper from your lips, loud in his ear. the small noise rushes to his throbbing dick that rubs against your ass. the way your hips roll onto his fingers only make him ache with lack of attention.

you gasp sharply, thighs tensing at the abrupt pleasure from the pads pressing into your sensitive spot. you moan—almost pornographic—and jerk at the sensation, lower body aching with desire.

"right there?" his baritone voice rumbles in your ear with the rufle of his other arm raising and sliding around your throat, adding pressure that restricts your breath ever so slightly. your lips part to answer, but only damon's name occupies your voice as his chubby fingers grind against your g-spot. your back aches away from his chest, hips grazing his bulge. he grunts, arm squeezing around your neck. his lips press to your ear. "answer my, m'love."

you force yourself to nod as he continuesly presses his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy, milking the way your walls clamp around him. he curls them until your body is taut and your toes are curling. you almost squeal, struggling to thrash against his body after his arm lowered around your waist. he feel the way your stomach flexes beneath his forearm.

it encourages him to smother your aching clit beneath his palm, sending your hips to jolt forward into his touch. your thighs close around his wrist while he persists.

you whine and cry with warm desire burning in your lower stomach. his plump fingers plunge into your pussy relentlessly with the embarrassing squelch of them sliding into your hole following. at this point, whatever had upset you no longer existed, as the pump of damon's fingers dumbed you, and your face simmers with heat. he kisses your forehead, mumbling praises that you barely made out. nevertheless, his gratification made your cunt pulse in arousal.

“gonna cum for me, angel?” his words make you gush, walls spasming around his fingers.

his teeth catch the skin of your neck, nibbling on the patch while his fingers curl endlessly in your fluttering cunt. you pant with your body gradually relaxing except for the way his pace never faltered. you fight against his arm around your waist, feet flying from sitting in his knees and almost kicking his keyboard. then, his fingers slow, and he shoves your thigh open as they lay against his. his cum soaked fingers press into your cheek, joined by his breath brushing your ear. "be still," he's firm, and it sends waves of desire through your body. you whine and force yourself to relax.

you jaw drops when his fingers slid into your weeping pussy, clit rubbing against his calloused palm. a third finger stretches your hole in a way that has your thighs shaking. "damon," you gasp shakily.

"s'okay," his whistle is loud in your ear, "you can take it."

[pyr0-kai]

Jealous & Possessive 2D

2D x Fem!Reader Smut, 18+, minors go home

This is an anons idea #2 for a request! I hope they see it. Still horny on main…. Help…

2D knows how bad he medication with alcohol clouds his judgement. But he still drinks anyway…

At a local pub one night,you and your boyfriend 2D sat at a table, somewhat away from the bar. “Mm gonna go get us another round luv.. i’ll be right back”. 2D said, standing up and kissing the back of your hand before he got up.

Within the few minutes 2D was gone, some idiot came up to you, obviously shitfaced. “Hey darlin’ yer too pretty to be with a freak like him” they slurred.

“Th-thanks but, I’ve been with him for over a year now, not interested, please just… go away” you said, not looking in their direction.

“Aw cmon…. I could call a taxi back to my place and show ya the best time of your life… Better than that blue haired geek” they said, getting in your personal space.

You pushed them away, and 2D returned to the table, setting drinks in his hands down. “Ey, get away from ma girl” 2D growled “I promise you she ain’t interested punk”.

They looked at 2Ds face, his angry expression mixed with black eyes made them sputter and leave.

2D quickly turned to you, anger and jealousy written on his face. “Who do they think they are? Talkin’ to MA girl…” you tried to cut him off but he kept going “showin you the best time of your life?? Only I am allowed to do that… Yer mine Luv”

You blushed. It was hot seeing 2D so possessive like this, alcohol and his meds can really loosen him up.

2D downed his drink before grabbing your wrist “Cmon luv…” he lead you to the bathroom that read “staff only”.

“That- we’re not supposed be back here” you said, confused.

“I know the owners here luv… they don’t care. Plus i wan’ a little more privacy” 2D smirked, dragging you into the bathroom. He locked the door before pressing you against it, and kissing you. His hands slipped under your shirt, feeling your soft skin. “I can’t believe some fuckin’ twit was talking to you like that… You’re mine luv… I aughta rock your world so you don’t forget, ey darlin’?” 2D smirked, his kissed getting more passionate, his grip on you tighter, and his mouth swallowing up all the little sounds you were making.

“Please…” you whimpered. 2D smirked before leaning you against the sink, pulling your bottoms down. He could feel how wet you were already. “Oo luv… you like it when I’m jealous don’t you?” He said before slipping 2 fingers inside, making you whimper. He pumped them in you for a few moments, before taking them out and licking them. 2D quickly dropped his own bottoms around his ankles, stroking his cock infront of you a few times before finally slipping it inside you. He hissed, enjoying the sensation, before beginning to move. “I’m not letting anybody else see you like this love” he huffed, increasing his pace, and pressing you down against the sink “Yer mine love.. only mine”. He Kissed you again, his tongue moving against yours.

“F-fuck Stu…” you whimpered.

“Ya close luv…?” 2D said “m-me too” His thrusting getting sloppier as he could feel you getting closer. He kissed you as you both came, moaning into each other’s mouths as to not be too loud. 2D sighed as he pulled out, pulling his bottoms back up and helping you up. “Hows that for showing you the time of your life hm? He teased.

You smirked “Amazing Stu… I love you”.

He smiled in return “I love you too darlin’, do ya want another drink, or should I just get us a ride home?”

You yawned, checking the time; 2:15 A.M. “I’m ready to go home baby”.

“Alright luv” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out.

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

shoutout to content creators

stop making your characters so hot people are ovulating here

[cryptratfromrunescape]

a little bit of 2doc smut

srry 2-d, today is not the soft sweet day.

2-D knew he was pathetic for doing this. Pathetic, needy, and utterly predictable. And yet, he’d practically thrown himself out of his chair when Murdoc had offered his thigh. Now, the pathetic feeling was replaced by a desperate, building heat. As he was rocking his hips against the unforgiving denim that covered Murdoc’s thigh, he thought about begging Murdoc to let him do this, use him like this, more often.

Murdoc was sprawled on the cheap, worn sofa in the winnebago’s main room, his attention entirely consumed by the flickering violence of a low-budget action flick on the small television screen. He hadn't even spared 2-D a glance when he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly drawl.

“Dents, you’re going to come on my pants if you keep speeding up like that. Dial it back a bit. I’m tryin’ to follow the plot here.”

He said it as a statement, neither a request nor a complaint. Murdoc was completely clothed, draped in his grubby Black Sabbath t-shirt and ripped black jeans. 2-D, by contrast, was wearing nothing but a cheap, worn red collar that Murdoc had bought from a novelty shop years ago. The vinyl bit into the skin of his neck.

He immediately tried to heed the instruction, forcing his rhythm into a slower, grinding circle, though the action was becoming increasingly difficult. He was careful not to get in the way of the bassist’s view, pressing his cheek against the coarse fabric of Murdoc’s t-shirt and burying his face in the cloth, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of stale smoke.

“Oh- fuck- Mudz- so good- fuck- need you-” He couldn’t form a coherent sentence, his breath hitching in his throat as his hips slammed down again. He could only babble a stream of incoherent praise for the older man for allowing this pathetic display. The bassist merely shifted his leg ever so slightly beneath him, an almost imperceptible movement that was just enough to send 2-D over the edge.

A harsh, silent shudder ran through 2-D's body, a full-body spasm that left him clinging weakly to Murdoc's shirt. He was gasping, sweating, his forehead hot against the bassist.

Murdoc sighed, still not looking down. “See? I told ya. You’re a messy little shit, Dents. Now, move your skinny arse.”

2-D mumbled a shaky apology, his face still hidden. He wanted to stay, to just melt into the warmth of the older man’s lap, but the dismissal was clear. Slowly, shamefully, he peeled himself off the bassist’s thigh, the cold air hitting his slick skin. He was already reaching for the discarded pair of stained trousers on the floor, ignoring the red welt on his inner thighs where the denim had rubbed him raw. The moment was over.

sorry not sorry u guys very toxic yaoi

[gorillazoneshots]

2D Sex Headcanon (NSFW obv)

• 2D is definitely kinky. He’s into light BDSM, rope play, and femdom. He leans a bit more sub and loves when you tie him up and tease all over his body with a leather whip. He likes when you edge him and make him beg to cum.

• Praise kink, giving and receiving. Tell him he’s a good boy. Stu love love loves watching you squirm while he goes down on you. He’ll also constantly compliment everything you do.

• Speaking of going down…he’s VERY into oral, giving and receiving. Almost bordering on an oral fixation. He begs you to sit on his face, which you’re a little afraid to crush him since he’s so skinny but he literally begs for it. When you give him head he’s very into it, pulling your hair back and lightly pushing you down cause he’s a needy lil boi.

• 2D would be the type to call you “mommy”. He likes sucking nips. His are very ticklish, beware of coming into contact with them or else he’ll flail his long limbs in response.

• Cockwarming? Yes please for Stu. He doesn’t always have to be kinky, sometimes a nice cozy cockwarming on a Sunday afternoon is just as nice. Watching zombie movies with him while you spoon, well that makes him hard. So he just slips it inside of you, barely making any movement, just letting it fill you while you both enjoy the movie.

• Kisses. All over. So many kisses. His neck especially IYKYK.

• He’s bi. You can’t convince me 2D isn’t bi, maybe he prefers femme over masc but he’s still bi.

[awbows]

murdoc is god (teaser)

WARNING;; NSFW below keep reading line !!

(FULL PART HERE!!)

(here is a teaser that will probably take a couple more months for me to perfect, its already 1.3k words so its gonna be so fucking long. take this im sorry for the lack of content, i've been busy with work/school, ily<33)

Exhaling through my parted lips, I sat in Murdoc's Winnebago with my head on top of his calf, my legs crossed on the other side of the bed. I scrolled through my phone mindlessly, bored out of my mind. Murdoc was bored too, a lit cigarette hanging on for dear life on his bottom lip and his bass in his lap as he twanged at it mindlessly. I scooted to the edge of the bed so that my head hung off of it, and everything looked upside down. My legs rested on the top of his shins, and he shook his head in dismissal. The golden framed photo of his dad that hung on the wall by one corner with darts pushed deeply into it showed his distaste for the man. And from this angle, Murdoc’s plant cactus that had in the driver’s seat was shaped like a penis.

I laughed, sitting up whilst clutching my head. The blood had begun to rush to my head and started to make me feel lightheaded. I watched Murdoc play bass for a bit, his long fingers plucking at individual chords and his other hand keeping a tight grip on the neck as he played to make the notes sound deep and melodious. The song he played sounded somber, and still. I shook my head to snap myself out of the trance I was in. It felt like I was about to fall a. "Hey Murdy..." I asked, feeling my boredom take over. Interrupting his bass playing felt the equivalent of a child asking a parent to go to the park numerous times, or saying 'are we there yet?' over and over during a road trip.

Murdoc paused his instrument playing to take a drag of his cigarette without looking up, tapping the excess ashes in a nearby navy blue glass tray. "What is it, love?" He hummed, placing the ciggy back into his mouth and pursing his lips with it to keep a better hold on it.

I took my place back at the bottom of his leg, to not get in the way of him practicing bass. "Do you wanna do something?" I looked up at him, my hands folded over my stomach.

"Like what? I am a little busy at the moment. Why don't you go play video games with Noodle? I heard Ace was in town, you could invite him over," Murdoc's tone wasn't cold, it was genuine. His eyes flicked down to mine for a split second, then back to his bass. Seeing I wasn't going to quit, Murdoc sighs and stares down at me. "Bored, are you?" He said finally.

I nodded slowly, puffing my bottom lip out as if it was the biggest of all tragedies.

"Well..." Murdoc sighs. "Alrigh'... look, when I am done I will see what is around town to do, okay? Give me about thirty minutes of practicing. Sound good?" Murdoc gives me a reassuring kiss on the forehead, and then he goes back to playing his bass.

I groaned, sitting up after not getting the answer I wanted. A sigh makes my rib cage expand, and condense. After staring at my lap and listening to Murdoc's bass for a couple of minutes a brilliant idea pops into my head.

'I wonder what would happen if I...' I look back at him, wondering if I should act on the evil passing thought. Murdoc looks distracted, trying to play the right notes and write them down. After he finds the right chords he sets the bass down on the floor gently and notes in his journal.

Facing him, I crawl over to the unsuspecting male and push the notebook and pen out of his hands. I make a show out of straddling him, draping my arms around his neck, and staring at him. Almost unsure that he wouldn’t take on to the idea, my heartbeat fastened at Murdoc's hands instinctively settling at my hips, using one of them to take the cig out of his mouth and snuff it out in the ashtray. His face draws close to mine as he blows the rest of the smoke out into my face. "Now... I thought I told you to give me thirty minutes? You know what happens if you don't do what you're told, mmm?" The look on his face was no longer puzzled, nor peaceful when he was playing his instrument. He had a different longing gaze that took over fairly quickly.

I swallowed the saliva that was building in my throat, and my half-lidded eyes glanced up to his piercing eye. "No, as a matter of fact, I don't... why don't you tell me?" I hummed, letting myself relax on his lap and putting my entire weight on him. His grip on my hips tightened, and he swiped his tongue over his lips. It was as if he was deciding what to do with me. His tone was careful, and he held something back.

"No–whores don't get what they want. Slags like you get punished, but you know that don't you?"

Those were the last words I heard before I was flipped around onto my back. I take it he was as bored as I was.

[tojisofts]

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