#2stu

[bluepinkvelvet]

Might as well Tag this now as 2stu even tho it wasn’t really intended lol

[dorovalley]

commission for @2stus-ship-captain

thanks so much!

[our-smooty]

A request straight from the Gorillaz 18+ server: 2Stu NSFW!!

“Uh...”

Stu had been standing in the doorway of his bedroom for at least two minutes, trying to figure out exactly what he was supposed to say in this situation. Because really, what did you say when what appeared to be a younger version of himself was standing, nearly naked, in the middle of your bedroom?

“What the bloody hell?!” the younger 2D blubbered, grabbing the towel around his hips and jerking it higher up. He was dripping wet and covered in suds. “I was only tryin’ to take a shower and then...”

“You didn’t use the basement shower at Kong, did you?” Stu asked, starting to get the lay of the land. “Murdoc always told me to stay away from that one cause things kept goin’ in and not comin’ out.”

2D looked around shiftily. “But all the other ones were broken, or someone was usin’ them!”

“Nah, s’a mistake anyone could make. You want some clothes?” Honestly finding a younger, time-travelling version of himself in his bedroom wasn’t even in the top 10 weirdest things to happen in his life, especially not with how their current roommate was a murderous manifestation of Murdoc’s... whatever.

“Y-yeah, s’bloody freezin’. Where the hell do you live the North Pole? Have you seen any polar bears?” Stu almost wanted to chuckle at his younger self’s naive questions. Was he always that adorable, or was this some sort of weird alternate dimension thing? Thinking about it hurt his brain too much. Instead, he pulled out an old t-shirt (possibly as old as his doppelganger was), and a pair of jeans to hand over.

“No, it’s jus’ really cold in America in some places. Russel said they so much snow sometimes you have to wear special snowshoes.”

“Oh, so you’re in America then?” The younger singer wasn’t making much progress on getting his borrowed clothes on. Instead, he was eyeing up Stu with something... strange in his gaze. “You look... different.”

The look took 2D back nearly 15 years, to when he’d been young and ballsy and incredibly randy. Was it really so strange that this time-shifted version of himself was acting... flirty? He was a good looking guy, especially for his age, and he’d always fancied he could pull just about anyone. Never thought he’d have the chance to do it to himself though, but again, weirder things had happened.

“You mean older? I dunno, think I looked better all young and shite,” Stu flirted back. He was pretty sure no one else was home and even if they had been it wouldn’t have been too unusual for the singer to have a “guest” over. “Didn’t realize I was so... cute?”

2D blushed, going all splotchy around his neck and chest. “You’re jus’ saying that cause I’m me and I’m half-naked in your room. I know how you think.”

“How do I think then?” Stu teased, taking a step closer and prying the t-shirt and jeans from his younger self’s hands. “I know how you think too, I remember how it was. You’re what, in the middle of Demon Days? Been a shortage of birds, ever since you moved back into Kong hasn’t there?”

“N-no! Murdoc jus’ keeps hoggin’ them all!” They were so close now Stu could feel the other’s breath on his cheek. They were the same height which must have been weird for both fo them because most people they dated were at least a little smaller. Distantly Stu wondered if he was a good kisser, and if this was the best time to find out.

“Still, has to be awfully lonely. I’m lonely here to you know. We’re takin’ a break and there haven’t been any groupies around for ages...” he prodded. He’d forgotten how fragile that veneer of confidence was, back then. How easily he caved under a few vague hints and suggestions. “Could do something about that... if you wanted to?”

“It’d be weird,” 2D answered, his eyes now glued to Stu’s lips and the truely confident smile there. “Wouldn’t it?”

“We like weird though?” And that was it. One of them leaned forward a little but more and that forbidden gap was breached. Lips on lips, bare-chest against cotton, hands yanking and pulling at fabric coverings until they were both completely naked. Stu knew all the places to touch, all the ways to make himself moan and shudder with feelings he probably wasn’t supposed to discover for at least another 5 years. 

“I know you've been with a few guys since Jamaica,” the mere mention of that wonderous, whirlwind of a trip had both of them fidgeting with excitement, “I know you liked it, and you wanna do it again. S’ok you know, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Ahh,” 2D moaned, jutting his hips forward against Stu’s, forcing bursts of that all-desired friction between then.

“And besides, how many people can say they actually got to fuck themselves?” 2D chuckled, knowing he’d won. After all, he knew himself, knew his fantasies and all the times he’d jerked off in the mirror, getting off to the pleasure-pinch of his own face. “So you wanna...?”

“Fuckin’ hell yes,” the younger 2D gasped, kicking the towel away from his feet and turning towards the messy bed. Stu grinned and wiggled his fingers like he was about to grab the last slice of pizza out from under one of his bandmate’s noses.

“Good.” And then they were together, identical skin on skin, one missing a few scars, the other with a few extra wrinkles. Really it was a better solution than trying to figure out the whole time-travel business. Best leave that up to someone like Russel or Murdoc when they got back, and enjoy the time they had now. 

[bluepinkvelvet]

I'M DYING THIS IS ALL I EVER ASKED FOR

How about this, I'll give you a tasty m!a, you can make your hair any colour, length, cut etc you want all the time :)

“Aw, neat!” Stuart snaps his fingers, and his hair blossoms from the roots, turning a lovely shade of soft pink.

2D perks up. “That actually looks really lovely!”

[supposed2bfunny]

Gorillaz and body hair? Your thoughts? Who shaves and who doesn't need to? Who'd look like an actual gorilla without shaving?

Susa blessing my blog with an ask?! 💖🥰☺️

What an excellent question. I’m assuming this is in light of that recent comment Murdoc made about waxing his arse? Oof. Let’s go:

2D- He doesn’t really have to maintain his body hair much cuz he doesn’t have much. He shaves his face once in a blue moon, only because he can’t grow a beard (he wishes he could 😫). He’s a lazy boy and doesn’t groom anything aside from his face, but he doesn’t really have to.

Murdoc- He grooms what he considers the “vital bits:” below the belt. Aside from that? Hairy boy! In both hairiness and smell we have reached gorilla status.

Russel- He’s a little hairy, sure, but he is meticulous about grooming. He probably has tons of nice fancy shaving kits that he busts out for Self-Care Sunday’s! Fresh and well-groomed: king.

Noodle- Like many girls, I think Noodle vacillates between saying “fuck beauty standards” and rocking hairy legs and saying “god I wanna be smooth like a dolphin” and shaving. I HC she’s hairier than Jamie leads us to think with his bland art...she can be quite hairy. And hey, with that dark hair, it is noticable.

Ace- Have you ever met an Italian- American boy? He gets his eyebrows done, his lip waxed, probably gets his back waxed, spends hours in the bathroom doing his hair, shaving, applying fancy after-shave. If Ace was hairy and dirty as a teen in the Gang Green Gang, he is immaculately-coiffed these days. Would be the hairiest, but he maintains himself fastidiously.

That makes the hairiest and most unshaven one here Murdoc, though Noodle might compete if she really cared to. Murdoc has the facial hair though! Monkey lad!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 2

Stu Macher + lingerie

Reader has replaced Billy in this universe, so hes ghostface with Stu. I forgot how much I love writing ghostface stuff.

 Kinktober list

 Tw for slasher stuff, blood, mentions of murder, the usual. Don’t actually use blood as lube, it doesn’t work.

The metallic stench of blood was thick in the air, the body of Sidney crumpled at your feet. Her chest stabbed full of holes with the very knife you were holding in your blood-soaked hand, the leather of your gloves squelching at the wetness of the blood.

Stu stood near you, panting, and moving from foot to foot, as if he was uncomfortable where he was standing. Glancing at him from the corner of the eyehole in your mask, you could subtly see him rubbing his thighs together through the fabric of his ghostface suit. He was fisting the loose hanging fabric, and just by looking at him you knew his pupils were blown wide and watching you, specifically your hands.

Sidney had been chased all the way up into a guestroom at Stu’s house. She had fought the best she could, but in the end, she stood no chance. Maybe it was because you had rubbed Stu down earlier, pulling the delicate fabric of the lingerie up his legs and chest, muttering about rewarding him if tonight went well. Stu had gotten Sidney from behind, holding her arms behind her as you stabbed her over and over. At some point he had let go of her, and she had dropped to the ground. You had straddled her and kept stabbing, smirking to yourself as Stu moaned audibly.

Stu seemed lost in his own little world, still clenching his thighs, and fisting his hands. You held onto your knife and stomped towards him, forcing him backwards until the back of his knees met the bed, where he tumbled onto his back. He moaned as he scooted up the bed, undoing some of the blankets in the process. He spread his thighs, excitement clear in his posture as you crawled towards him, like a predator stalking its prey.

Your blood covered hands left prints on the bed, your knife dragging cuts along the fabric. As you came face to face with your lover, you could hear Stu panting as he thrust his hips upwards, hoping to find friction. You tsked, reaching your free hand up to rip the mask off his face, smirking to yourself at his expression. He already looked like you had been fucking him for hours, hair mussed, and pupils blown wide, almost swallowing the blue of his eyes completely.

“Fuck, baby” he moaned, reaching up to pull your mask off as well. When you leaned back, not letting him take it off, he just moaned again and placed his own gloved hand against it, leaving a bloody handprint against the white plastic. Grinding downwards you felt his hard cock against your own, a groan leaving you as Stu whined, forcing his hips upwards into your own.

“Hold still” you growl, sitting back on your knees to get a good look at him. He lay spread open beneath you, thighs wide open and inviting, hands having fallen from your face onto the mattress, clutching the blanket beneath him. You thumbed at the bottom of the Ghostface costume, before pulling it tight to watch it press close to his body and show off his curves, his erection leaving an obvious shape against the taught fabric.

Stu’s hips thrust upwards at the contact, the killer biting his bottom lip to choke down the noise that wanted to escape. You stared at him in silence, a thick feeling filling the room. He looked at you, his eyes meeting your own through the shadows of the mask, you knew he was thinking the same thing as you. You clutched the still bloody knife tightly, and faster than lightning you struck, using the blade to cut through the black fabric that had been covering your boyfriend’s body. You cut it from the bottom all the way to the top, throwing it open to reveal Stu’s barely dressed body.

Stu had only worn the lingerie you had put on him during your entire murdering spree. Just thinking about how some might have seen, maybe when he had stood over them or chased them. Maybe they had seen his ankles, or up the robes and seen his body in the outfit you had chosen for him. It made heat gather inside you, making your cock throb in its own confinements.

Stu whimpered, spreading his thighs even more if possible. It drew your attention to his crotch, where his length was a dark red that told you he had been hard for a long time. The sight made you groan, knowing he had most likely been hard the entire time as you both gutted those around you, maybe he had been hard the entire evening ever since you pulled the lingerie on him and stretched him, before pushing a plug inside to keep him open.

You threw the knife to the side, little care in where it landed. You were about to pull the gloves off when Stu whined, letting go of his lip to ask you to keep them on. More heat flashed through your body as you kept them on, slithering your way up the bed again to crowd him against the mattress.

Looking down you stared at his body, the fabric in your favorite color making his already desirable body even more attractive. You couldn’t help but reach down to run your gloved hands up and down his front, the half dry blood leaving streaks against his skin and the fabric. You both knew that blood would never be washed out, and it send a line of arousal through you. You could already imagine fucking him in it later, knowing how it had been dirtied the first time.

Stu moaned as you fondled him, arching his back to press his chest into your hands. He cried out as you pinched his nipples, his hips jolting up to rub against your own. You chuckled darkly at him, you would have sounded mocking to the outside world, but Stu knew you were just as turned on as he was.

When you had finally gotten enough of teasing him, you drew back and grabbed his hips, roughly flipping him onto his front. Whilst doing so, you pulled the shreds of the Ghostface costume off him, making sure to take in the sight that was his ass and thighs covered in lace. You could see the plug through the sheer fabric, making you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood.

Dropping forward, you placed your knees on either side of Stu, and caged him in with your arms. He whimpered, looking over his shoulder at you. He met the dark eyes of your mask, the bloody handprint standing out starkly against the plastic. He licked his lip, your eyes immediately zeroing on the movement. You adjusted your position somewhat and reached down and pressed against the plug with your fingers, causing it to go deeper and tearing a moan out of your boyfriends’ lips.

You pressed against the plug, pushing against the fabric of the lingerie. You felt Stu jolt beneath you as it must have brushed against his prostate. You didn’t dare blink as you watched him grind his hips downwards, humping the mattress with little finesse, not seeming to care little that he was dragging his cock against the blood stain you had left earlier.

Growling, you grabbed the fabric covering his hole and pulled. It took very little effort to rip the thin and soft fabric. Stu whined, pushing his hips up towards you, almost like he was presenting to you. You moaned roughly, pushing yourself to your knees to pull up the robes you were wearing. Unlike Stu, you had worn normal clothes under it. The jingle of your belt only seemed to excite Stu more, who wagged his hips at you like an impatient animal.

When you had wrestled the belt off and forced your pants and boxers down enough to free your cock, you couldn’t help but hiss at the sudden temperature change. You cared little for now dry blood on your gloves as you fisted your cock, pulling at it to relieve the ache. A beed of precum gathered at the tip and dripped down onto Stu’s lower back, making him jolt and whimper.

You let go of your length to shove your hand under Stu’s mouth, “Spit” you ordered. But instead of just spitting, he leant down and ran his tongue over the leather. Stu moaned at the metallic taste, the dry blood becoming wet again and staining his face and tongue. Once you knew your palm was wet enough, you pulled it back to yourself and wrapped it back around your own hardness, a shaky breath leaving you as you watched the mixture of blood and spit cover you.

Stu moaned loudly in front of you. He must have looked over his shoulder to see for himself, and seen the sheen and color of your cock. He pressed his face into the sheets, canting his hips even more back at you. When you were satisfied with your makeshift lubejob, you knee scooted over to Stu again. When you thumbed at the plug with your spit and blood covered hand, Stu almost sobbed.

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, you didn’t even have it in you to tease Stu any longer. Removing the plug, you placed it off to the side and pressed against his hole. Stu fisted the sheets, his grip almost shaking as he pushed back against you. Gloved hands held his hips in place, splattering more blood against the lingerie he was wearing.

Noises left you both as you pressed inside. Stu almost sobbed at the feeling, his eyes rolling back at the knowledge that you were covered in blood and rubbing it all over him, both inside and outside. You panted as you pushed fully inside, your hips meeting his ass, where you stopped to let Stu adjust.

When Stu finally nodded against the sheets, and told you to move in a wobbly voice, you started out slow. Slowly dragging your hips back and pushing back in, eyes locked on where you were connected. A faint wet noise could be heard as you pressed inside, the blood and spit mixture easing the way.

“H-harder” Stu moaned, trying in vain to force his hips backwards against yours. You gripped onto him harder, making him stay in place as you adjusted your position to make it easier for you to move. Stu was about to beg again when you shoved into him, a loud cry leaving him as your hips met his roughly.

You placed your booted foot against the bed, not caring about the footprint you left as you started moving harder into your boyfriend, his hands scrambling against the sheets. Stu could do nothing but moan and sob as you went rougher at his request, his head being wrenched back as you fisted his hair and pulled on it. It made him think of his favorite slasher movies, of a fantasy of his. Of you breaking into his room, decked out in your Ghostface gear, covered in blood, and having your way with him.

He almost screamed as you hit his prostate, his thighs quivering where they were supporting his weight. He tried to speak, but it all came out as warbled moans and sobs, his cock drooling inside the fabric wrapped around it. The fabric was wet with precum, and he could feel his end nearing. He wanted to warn you, but he couldn’t find the words, all he could do was hold on for dear life as you thrust inside him.

You groaned as he tightened around you, shoving his head forwards until he was facedown into the bed. Using this position, you moved even harder, Stu crying in pleasure into the sheets, as his tears wetted the fabric. You knew he was cumming when he choked out the loudest scream of the evening, his hole becoming iron tight around your cock.

You shoved into Stu a few more times, his hole twitching but tight as it forced your own orgasm out of you, your cum flooding his hole. Thrusting a few lazy thrusts, the white mixing into a faintly pinkish tint as it mixed with the blood and spit mixture. You ran your hands up and down your lover’s sides and back, muttering praise and reassurance as he panted into the sheets.

Pulling out, you moaned softly to yourself as you watched Stu clench around nothing, the faintly pink liquid dripping out after you. You pressed your gloved thumb against his hole and slowly pushed it inside, Stu whimpering at the overstimulation as you forced it deeper inside, pushing more of the substance out.

When you were finally done teasing your boyfriend, you withdrew your hand and pulled you both down onto your sides, chest to chest. Stu shakily reached up and removed your mask, staring up at you with a drool and tear covered face. You grinned down at him, which he attempted to return as he leant in for a kiss, the very faint taste of blood still in his mouth as your lips met.

[deadheadland]

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[systemes]

Heeey! Recently joined this fandom after finding out there were all kinds of things besides the music. I loved them as a 12-year old but my English was not that good, so I had no idea and now I'm almost 20 and oh boy. I need to follow some cool blogs about our four fave people. Any recommendations? And anything I need to know about them that I might not know? Help a new fan out, please! c:

hey!! im glad you found your way into the pits >:3c, the ppl i see the most in here are: @squeem @snorillaz @albatn @risselhobbs @maccamc @gayroommate @bustedandblueballs @qorillas @t-oochis @2stu @hesmycollar @rissel 🍒

[bluepinkvelvet]

Return to plastic beach

I just want present 2D to comfort his old self. Plastic beach was such a bad phase for 2D that he really could use a warm hug and a promise of hope

[our-smooty]

Prompt idea: Some more 2Stu interactions of any kind? Doesn't even have to be ship; the very thought of two Stuart Pots running around is an entity on its own.

2D was tried. It’d been a long day of recording, and arguing with Murdoc about recording, and then arguing with Murdoc about everything other than recording. Things weren’t going so well on the reconciliation front. He was looking forward to falling face-first into bed and sleeping for the next week, at least. 

Which was why when he walked into his bedroom to find his bed occupied, he was justifiably pissed off. 

“I told you to go sleep on the sofa,” he snapped, throwing back the covers. The other him on the mattress shivered at the sudden cold. 

“But it’s all lumpy and you know Katsu pees on it all the time,” Stu whined, curling up into a ball. 

“So go sleep somewhere else, why’re you takin’ up my bed?” So maybe he was a little bit cranky, and taking it out on what was essentially himself. Big deal, it was still his bed, in his home. He didn’t have to share if he didn’t want to.

“Come on, lemme stay? I promise I won’t take up too much space. You know we sleep all curled up anyway…” the other him whined pitifully. Fuck did he really sound like that? No wonder Murdoc got pissed off all the time…

With a sigh and a noise that sounded like begrudging acceptance 2D dropped the blankets back down and started undressing. Once he was down to his pants he flopped onto the mattress, not caring if he jostled his bedmate all over the place. 

“Fine. But if you wake me up I’m makin’ you sleep in Murdoc’s room. And he’s all pissed off because I’m in charge of The Now Now.”

Stu mumbled something that might have been a promise to be good, or a swear, 2D wasn’t sure. But it didn't’ matter because they were soon both asleep, gravitating closer together to leech body heat and comfort. In the morning 2D might admit that having a bedfellow with identical sleeping habits to him wasn’t so bad, or maybe he wouldn’t. 

[bluepinkvelvet]

These moments bring me full force back into my love for 2Stu. This is curing all my anxiety

Stuart looks so peaceful when he sleeps, 2D thinks.

It’s early, still dark out. All 2D can see of his husband’s face are the parts illuminated by the faint red glow of the alarm clock. He doesn’t need to see all of him to know what he looks like, though; he’s long since memorized every part of him.

Asleep– and not having nightmares, a caveat that’s thankfully becoming less common– and lightly snoring, legs tangled in the blankets, lips parted slightly, all beautiful planes and curves—2D is happy just to look at him. Happy to see him rest, not working his arse off to make their home a cheerful one in light of everything that’s going on. Never showing any weakness or sadness, always an anchor. Always loving.

Unable to help himself, 2D tucks his long body around his husband’s, wrapping his arms around his chest, burying his face in the back of his neck to inhale the scent of his shampoo and the slightest tang of sweat. Stuart stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake. 2D sighs softly, a gentle smile spreading over his face as Stuart’s hands cover his own.

If 2D had been facing him, he would see him smile, too.

[supposed2bfunny]

Love your hcs

Thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖 I just love thinking about this idiot family finding peace and happiness together!

[tnyavasyl]

1, 2, 7, 8, 15, 20, 21, 24, 26

1. theperson I like and why I like them.

There are a lot of people I like because Iam a very open minded person with a really big heart but there isn’t anyone likelike in particular. Things I usually like in people are: smiles and random nicegestures, spontaneous actions, creativity, love for animals, laughs in themiddle of the night over absolutely nothing and a nice sense of style.

2. Afamous person I’ve been compared to.

My mother is a famous ex-super model inUkraine and obviously people compare me to her quite often! That one girl fromthe eyebrows on fleek vine?

7. thingsI like and things I don’t like about the way I look.

I like: my eyes, height, bone structure,collarbones, birthmarks in my face. I dislike: lack of curves, bony legs.

8. mylast night out in detail.

Because I haven’t really been able to goout properly in Seoul yet I will describe my last night out in Paris, but.. itis a rather long story so prepare yourself.

It was the day after I decided that it wasbetter for me to leave the city for a year or so, after a series of events withconsequences I was and am not ready to face. As it was pretty much my night ofsaying goodbye to the city I spent most of my life in I wanted to make itmemorable. I met up with an old friend I hadn’t spoken to in years (mainlybecause I didn’t want anyone else to know about my departure and because he wasknows people at the most exclusive places) and we began the night dressed upincredibly nice and playing never have I ever. After spilling my darkestsecrets to some guy I barely knew and the other way around, and taking quite afew shots because there aren’t a lot of things I have not done yet, we wentclubbing. We spent the beginning of our night at 3 high-society kind of clubsbut those were all equally boring so we ended up going to a hip-hop club even thoughwe were ridiculously over-dressed (I am not a fan of the term overdressed like whotf even invented the term ‘overdressed’ like are u seriously trying to shamesomeone for looking smokin’ hot ??? move to the left. but I could haveattended the Oscars with the dress I was wearing and the club smelled like weedpiss and sweat) and had the greatest time and I danced on stage and got high af.I was French kissing with this gorgeous girl right in front of her boyfriendand I believe things almost got into a fight but thanks to my friend being talland intimidating that did not happen and we just decided to leave as it washalf past 5 anyway. Then we went to a bakery and had some croissants and coffeeand before I realized it was 8 o’clock and I got myself a tattoo.

15. lyricsthat apply to my current situation/mood.

Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

20. pressctrl v and post.

Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myselfI’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

21. posta bit of my last IM convo.

->“Why would he even buy you underwear?”

“Because. I don’t know. I guess he waspicturing me in it.”

-> “It’s Mickey Mouse print.”

“Yeah, duh.”

24. someoneI’d like to be for a day and why.

Any close friend of mine because I wonderwhat it is like to be friends with me and I wonder if I know how they are really feeling and what is on theirminds and what I could do to improve their lives and if I snore.

26. storyof my first kiss.

Very awkward and very unromantic and withtoo many rotating movements at the age of 12 at my first high school party. Ijust really wanted to be the first from my class.

[bluepinkvelvet]

Look at this wonderful piece @dorovalley made!

Love me some wholesome romantic 2stu stuff

commission for @2stus-ship-captain

thanks so much!

[bluepinkvelvet]

A little surprise for @askalt2d and the best blog on tumblr. This is actually part of the kinktober prompt „body worship“. When I read the theme it was the first thing that came to my mind drawing those two, as the author does an incredible job on portraying their deep love and adoration for each other.

(I also really hope it motivates you to keep this blog running. Sadly I’m not very creative with asks but at least I can give you this ❤️ )

[swissgeodata]

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