#mpind gatty

[god-has-entered-my-body]

Sun drowns the house - George Daniel & Matty Healy

aka: the spit roasting fic

A/N: took my meds just to write this fic, also thank you my love @justleaveatnine for forcing me to write and ALSO proofing this for me xx

wc: 6k

content warnings: litch everything i fear, smut, dirty talk, degradation, praise, so insanely gay dont look at me, this is what happens when a gatty truther writes a threesome fic, spit roasting (obv), handjobs (sort of), matty in lingerie (a given at this point), knife play, dom George for literally three seconds, insanely pathetic gatty for the rest, she orders them around (also a given atp), cunnilingus, slight impact play if u squint, begging, denial (sort of), facials, cumplay, mention of sub drop, but he's well taken care of x, disgustingly sweet because i have to, MDNI!!!!!!!!

You hear them first  

The door clicking open, Matty struggling to get the chain off to let George in, and then muffled footsteps as he toes his shoes off, throwing them into the floor next to the coat rack. Muffled voices laugh as Matty says something out of pocket, ushering him upstairs with a giggle. The door to the bedroom creaks open, stopping halfway through the motion because of its broken hinge.   

That's when you see both of them. Matty’s hand touching George’s arm, right above where his elbow creases. The glossy magazine in your hands is heavy, pictures of models in posh clothes littering the pages, pops of vibrant color drawing you in. It’s one of Matty’s, his extensive collection of them growing in piles next to the bed. You joke that you don't even need a nightstand anymore, you could just put the lamp on the stack of old vogue. 

You set it down, straightening your back as George looks in your direction, nodding at you as Matty keeps touching him, only letting go to close the door, leaning his back against it as you pat the bed next to you, asking George to come sit down next to you. The furniture creaks awkwardly, making you giggle when the mattress dips beside you, the unmade sheets crumpling even more under the two of you. 

George's eyes wander over to Matty, who surprisingly, is still just standing there, looking at both of you. He shifts on the bed, uncrossing his legs to sit with his feet planted on the floor, both hands on his knees as you move behind him, trying to figure out what he’s doing. 

That's when you see it. 

Matty stands there, a filthy smirk plastered on his face as both you and George stare at him, everything clicking into place slowly. His clothing gives his intentions away so blatantly, it almost makes you laugh. Clad in his favorite black, skin-tight jeans, he’s paired them with a pair of new heels neither of you had seen before. Cherry red platforms, rhinestones lined along the bottom, glimmering mesmerizingly as your eyes travel further up, taking in the sight of him all dressed up for you. 

You can feel George move oddly, and you know his little ensemble affects him just as much as you, if not even more. Matty’s top is pink and slightly see through, and you recognise it as one of yours, seeing how it hangs a bit loosely, folding and draping itself over his chest and torso. You hear the soft metallic sounds of jewelry as Matty takes a step forward, the glitter around his eyes becoming more and more visible the closer he gets the the foot of the bed

“What are you playing at, Matty?” George speaks, making you jump just a bit as his voice reverberates through your body, the low tone of his voice going straight to your core. Matty scoffs and shakes his head at the accusation, however true it might ring. 

“Just want to hang out with my mates, is that a crime now?” he deflects with another question, waving his hands around him gesturing to you, then George, like that somehow strengthens his point. 

“No one gets that done up just to hang out.” you breathe, blatantly enjoying the view as Matty’s hands find his hair, brushing back the freshly washed curls out of his face. George cocks an eyebrow at him, nodding along in agreement. Matty simply shrugs, picking at his nails in a bored way as the tension in the room builds, Both of you know what he wants, you just want to hear him say it. 

“What did you really have planned when you invited G over?” you say, hearing George suck in a deep breath in through his nose, steadying himself before Matty answers, who puts his hands up in defeat.   

“Got me there darling, m’not as slick as I thought.” now it’s your turn to scoff, “You really aren’t.”

Matty isn’t bothered by your jabs, pulling a playful face at you.

“I brought our sweet George over here to fuck him” he walks over to the foot of the bed, finding George’s choked reaction quite amusing. “Or watch him fuck you, I don't mind either way. But you knew that from the moment I walked in here.” 

"D'you want to get in my panties, George? Want me to scream your name like I scream hers?" Matty speaks, his voice sultry and low as George lunges towards him, catching his lips in a hot kiss, full of teeth and tongue and desperation as Matty whines into it, letting George take over. George’s eyes are wide when he finally pulls away, darting over Matty’s features before pulling him back in, both of them breathless as though they had just to run a marathon. You watch intently, taking in every movement and noise coming from the two of them, committing it all to memory. 

“Oh, I like this.” you whisper, grinning at the two of them as they turn to glance at you, sat back with your back against the headboard, watching the scene in front of you. “Of course you do, freak.” Matty murmurs, nipping Georges bottom lip with his teeth as the blonde gasps softly, eyes blown out and flicking between you and Matty frantically, not sure where to look. 

A delicate hand guides his face to look straight at Matty, their lips locking in another bruising kiss, making even you feel the heat of it, your fingers brushing your hair out of your face as they break away and turn to look at you. Both of their chests heave with effort, George using every ounce of self control left in him to not kiss him again, opting to bite his lip and try to catch his breath instead. Matty grins wildly, looking you up and down as ideas run through his mind, all of them absolutely filthy.

“Don’t want her to miss out on the action, yeah?” His voice is teasing as George looks at you in the same way Matty did, full of desire and want. “‘Course not.” The bed creaks loudly as Matty climbs off George, quickly pouncing onto you and slamming your back into the headboard, your crash cushioned by pillows and blankets. You yelp, a small giggle escaping you as a mess of curls bends down to press his lips to yours, tongue licking into your mouth dizzyingly 

Now it’s George's turn to watch how Matty kisses you, his lips moving from your lips to your cheek to your jaw, slowly trailing down until he reaches your collar bones, his teeth nipping at them lightly. He makes his way down your body, hands pushing your top up to reveal inches of skin previously concealed, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he presses a hot kiss right between your tits, pulling at your shirt hard enough to get you to raise your arms and have George pull it off you. No words, except a quiet “Fucking hell,” from George, are exchanged as you lean forward to unhook your bra, letting it slowly fall off you and be discarded in the corner. 

You can hear Matty exhale sharply, licking his lips before diving back in, sucking marks and bruises onto the skin of your tits, biting down every so often just to feel you twitch. He grins against you as George catches your lips in a sweet kiss, his hand coming up to cup your face as Matty presses wet kisses all down your stomach, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips, hard enough to leave bruises. 

The bed creaks again as George disconnects his lips from yours, proceeding to nudge Matty off to the left, making you spread your legs even wider. You feel obscene as George kneels in between your legs, right next to Matty, his large hands gripping your jean clad thigh and peppering kisses over the material.

“Fucking gorgeous, tastes amazing as well.” Matty mutters, almost inaudibly, his fingers toying with the button of your pants, tongue running over the zipper teasingly. The eye contact makes you dizzy with need, his eyes fluttering as the thought of his mouth on you takes over his mind. 

You look over at George, who looks like he’s trying to desperately suppress a moan at Matty’s words, his breathing heavy. Matty senses how worked up he is, his own cock starting to fill in the confines of his tight jeans. His fingers work to undo the button of your pants, the quiet pop insanely loud in the near silent room. Matty runs his thumb over the zipper, looking up and slightly behind him to get a good look at George, who is panting and bright red, rock hard in his shorts.   

“Want a taste?” Matty’s words are smooth, sure, sultry. George looks like he’s about to pass out when he pulls your zipper down, the sound ringing through his head as loud as sirens, his eyes wide and lips parted. “Fuck, can I?” George pants, his voice shaky and so turned on, he can barely form words. Matty looks up to you, his look asking for your approval, and you vigorously nod your head, pulling your gaze over to George.  “Yeah, yeah please, George– fuck.” you breathe, your eyes heavy and hooded, nipples hard against the cool air. 

Matty works on tugging your jeans down your thighs and off you, George’s hands coming up to roll your nipples between his fingers, making you gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure, head foggy with lust and desire for both of them. The moment your pants hit the floor you can feel Matty’s tongue on you, licking and sucking your clit over your cotton panties, the front of them painted with a visible wet spot, making his grin against you as the taste envelopes his senses. You roll your hips against his mouth, desperate for any friction you can get, a soft moan leaving George’s lips at the sight of Matty’s head buried between your thighs. 

With your eyes closed, you can only hear how George properly settles between your legs, mirroring Matty’s position, on his stomach. You watch as Matty moves to the side, leaving hickeys all over your thigh as George lets his fingers trace over the wet patch on the front of your panties, a mix of your arousal and Matty’s spit, shuddering as he feels you twitch under his touch. You genuinely can't think straight as George hooks his thumb into the waistband of your panties, slipping them down and off you as you arch your hips, Matty so blatantly staring at your glistening core it almost makes you giggle. 

You  bite back a whimper when George takes your panties into his right hand, stuffing them into his pocket with a smirk, Matty grinning wildly once he realizes what he'd done. George’s tongue on you feels like absolute heaven, his hand snaking around your waist to grip you tighter, pulling you impossibly close to him. Matty watches with lustful eyes, his gaze flicking from where you and George connect and your face, very much enjoying the blissed out expression painting your features. 

Your skin is flush, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead as your hips arch up and grind onto George’s tongue, blinding pleasure shooting into every corner of your body as he laps at your clit, quickly being pulled away by a very eager Matty, yelping as he’s yanked back by the hair. His lips are replaced by Matty’s, who is moaning into your cunt so obscenely it makes you blush even harder. “Want you to kiss him baby, show G some love, yeah?” you whisper, your hand running through Matty’s messed up curls as he nods, turning his head and being met with George’s face already incredibly close to his. 

The kiss is hot, all tongue and teeth and soft, breathy whimpers, the sound like music to your ears. George’s fingers circle your clit as they make out, sparks of pleasure making pressure build in your core. It doesn’t take long for George to pull away, his hand threading through Matty’s hair and staying there, guiding his mouth back to your clit, a choked moan leaving your lips. “Making her feel so good, doll, look how loud she is for us.” George coos, looking up at you as his hand presses Matty’s face further into your cunt, depriving him of any oxygen. 

You can tell how much Matty is enjoying this, his hips bucking into the mattress helplessly as George talks him through it, whispering filthy things into his ear as his lips connect with his neck, the angle awkward but still insanely hot, your eyes rolling back when George rests his head on your thigh, watching Matty eat you out with such an intensity it makes his head spin. You can feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, your chest heaving and mind hazy with pleasure, making Matty redouble his efforts as George keeps guiding his head. 

You try to warn him, but Matty just nods into your cunt, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking it between his lips, making your vision white out in pleasure as you cum, legs trembling even in George’s firm grip. “Fuck, there you go doll, making her cum so hard, aren’t you?” George whispers, breathless at the sight of you thrashing and grinding down onto Matty’s tongue to ride out your orgasm. 

Matty’s face is slick when he pulls away, licking his lip with a filthy smirk plastered on his face. Both of them get on their knees, now kneeling in front of you, still panting and hazy from your climax. 

The kiss they share is frantic, needy, almost animalistic as Matty presses his body against his, hands tugging at George’s shirt, moaning wantonly into his mouth. “Off, need this off.” he whines, George obeying and lifting his arms up to allow Matty to take his shirt off him, leaving his sweaty chest bare. You watch as Matty’s teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder, making George cry out in surprise. The yelp slowly turns into a groan as the pain morphs into pleasure, Matty sucking hickeys into the space right below his jaw, hands roaming his chest and tweaking his nipples. 

George gives in to his touch for a while, feeling every intense sensation tenfold as Matty touches him, overwhelming him with pleasure and pure need. It’s almost painful to pull away, but he does, making eye contact with you as Matty cocks his head, following his gaze to you. You’re still laying there, though slightly sat up now as you watch the scene in front of you unfold, grinning at the show they’re putting on for you with hungry eyes. 

“I want..'' George stammers a bit, trying to form a coherent sentence as his cock strains against his trousers, Matty’s mouth back on his chest not helping him in the slightest. You smirk at Matty, parting your bruised lips to speak, your words coated in thick honey. “Tell me, baby, what do you want? Don’t be shy.” Your tone doesn’t help George speak clearly, it only clouds his mind even more, thoughts and fantasies flashing in front of his eyes faster than he can verbalize them. 

“I want you to, uhm–,” George pauses again, biting his lip as teeth graze over his nipple, the sharp pain making his cock even harder. Matty giggles at his reaction boyishly, like he isn't just as hard and twice as desperate as him, his cockiness turning you on even more. 

 “I want you to fuck him. Like you told me, wanna see him take it.” 

Those words make Matty perk up, his eyes fluttering at the thought of being filled by you, feeling you pounding into him mercilessly. You don't even acknowledge his reaction, ignoring him completely as you speak to George and only George. 

“Yeah? Wanna see how pretty he looks crying for us?” You can tell how turned on Matty is, the way you two speak about him like he isnt in the room making him dizzy with lust and want, his lips pulling away from George’s now marked up chest in favor of frantically trying to look at both of you at once, hoping to see a spark of interest in your eyes. What he sees is so much more than interest. He sees promise, and George’s next words only solidify what he hopes is going to happen. 

 “Please…Fuck, darling–”

“I know baby, just lie on the bed for me, yeah?” you coo, getting up to a kneeling position and pressing a (hardly) chaste kiss to George’s wet lips. You get up slowly, turning your back to sift through the nightstand drawer, hearing the bed creak behind you as George lays down where you previously were, leaning his back against the headboard. Your hands finally feel what you were searching for, grinning to yourself as you pull the strapon out from the mess of toys and lube that live in your bedside drawer. 

Turning back around, your breath hitches at the sight in front of you. Matty on his stomach, settled between George’s spread legs, cheek nuzzling into his tensed thigh. Strap in hand, you grin at them, both blatantly ogling your naked frame, eyes raking over the curve of your hips, the slight pudge of your stomach, and you feel a flash of power, of control rush through you at how much you affect them. 

“Getting started without me? Not that I'm complaining.” you giggle at Matty’s smile, eyes hooded in overwhelming lust as he rubs against George’s bulge, knowing how much you love it when he does shit like this. 

“And I thought Georgie here was the voyeur.” he says, his teasing tone making an already nervous George stammer and stutter over his words pathetically, trying to defend himself. “I– I don’t–” 

“Shh, it’s alright darling, no need to be shy.” you speak, slipping on the strap tightening the harness around your hips, watching how Matty’s eyes widen in anticipation. You know you look hot, evident in the way they both look at you, silently begging you to do something, anything, or at least allow them to do something to each other. 

“Oh– fuckk– ” the desperate noise comes from George, caused by Matty suddenly unzipping his trousers, the pressure on his cock finally being relieved after what feels like hours. Matty practically salivates at the sight of his cock straining against his boxers, eyes flicking back up to where you're standing, wordlessly begging for permission to touch him properly. “Just keep being pretty for me, I'll be right there.” you tell him, his defeated nod making your core stir with desire. 

Brushing your hair with your fingers, you grab the bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand, fumbling it and earning a giggle from Matty. You watch him mouth along George’s cock through his boxers, the blonde’s eyes screwed shut in torturous pleasure as Matty teases him. Matty, still fully clothed, attempts to grind against the mattress, being the only one that hasn't been properly touched this whole time. You chuckle to yourself and so does George, and you make playful eye contact as Matty whines, slowly getting more and more impatient. 

“Getting so worked up for us, aren’t you baby? Want me to fuck you, is that it?” you tease mercilessly, dragging out each syllable until Matty feels like he’s going to cum on the fucking spot, his hips bucking wildly against the sheets. George watches as you kneel on the bed right behind Matty, nudging his legs telling him to spread them. “Let's get these off you, yeah?” Matty nods frantically, too turned on to speak as he licks up George’s shaft, watching him twitch under the heat of his tongue. 

Matty shuffles on the bed, kneeling and staring at George as he unbuttons his skin-tight jeans, moaning in relief as the pressure is lifted off his leaking cock. The lust is so dizzying that he fumbles with the zipper for a few beats, finally getting it down far enough to show both of you the new lace he had gotten especially for today. You make eye contact with George, the sight of him palming himself over his boxers, skin flushed bright red and chest heaving burning itself into your memory. Matty throws his jeans off the bed, taking a moment to mirror George’s movements on his own cock, pornographic moans spilling from his lips at the sensation. 

Matty’s your top is next to go, joining the crumpled up jeans on the floor. Your breath hitches when he looks back at you, winking provocatively before running his hands up his chest, finally able to touch himself properly. You let him, knowing how much George is enjoying the show based on the choked groans leaving his lips, the whole scene going straight to your core. 

“Get on your stomach, baby, make G here feel so good for me.” you speak slowly, smiling condescendingly as Matty’s eyes cloud over with lust, his nod dazed and desperate, and you know he’d do anything right in that moment. He does what you say, leaning forward and scooting onto his stomach, back in the position he was before. Clicking your tongue, you grab his hips harshly. “You know what I need from you Matty– yeahh that's it baby, arch that pretty back for me, doesn't he look so good like this, George?” 

Both of them whine at your words, and you can physically feel how bad Matty needs you, his breathing heavy and irregular, skin glistening with sweat. You’ve dragged this out as long as you can, teasing and toying with both of them to near tears. Right when they think it's over, all the games and demands, that's when you pull out one final item from under the sheets. 

A small pocket knife. 

Matty can’t see it, but George can. His eyes widen as you twirl it at him, grinning wildly as you lean down to whisper into Matty’s ear, your strap pressing up against him, making him tremble in anticipation. Trailing the blade down his spine, you watch goosebumps erupt all over his skin as he slowly realizes exactly what you’re doing, a strangled whine ripping itself from his throat. 

“Want me to cut your pretty panties off you, baby? Have you all exposed for us?” 

Your words make Matty genuinely shiver, his nodding frantic as he turns his head back to catch a glimpse of the knife, so overwhelmed with sensation he can't form a single coherent thought, his hips pressing back into your strap. “Don’t neglect poor George just because you’re a fucking whore for me, yeah?” As the focus is brought back to him, you watch George’s eyes snap up to meet yours, wide and hazy. 

Matty whimpers quietly, his fingers quickly working to tug George’s shorts further down, taking his boxers with them. George stifles a moan as Matty’s cool hand wraps around his cock, gathering the precum at the tip and smearing it down his shaft. “Fuck, you’re so hard.” are the only words he can force out, mesmerized by George and his reaction. “C’mon baby, spit on his pretty dick, get him nice and wet.” you urge him, and George can't stop the pathetic obscene moan that leaves his lips when Matty does just that, spit dribbling down his as his hand moves up and down his cock. 

What finally does George in is the way Matty looks at him, teary eyed and desperate, his tongue darting out to kitten lick the tip, sucking the head of his cock between his lips. The look of absolute bliss on George’s face makes your breath hitch, one of your hands trailing up to grope yourself, enjoying the scene playing out in front of you. 

You use Matty’s preoccupation to trace the knife in your hand further down his back, hooking the blad into the waistband of his panties, slowly letting the material split until it quite literally falls off him. 

You can tell exactly when Matty takes George completely into his mouth, a dragged out, “O-oh god– shittt.” leaving his lips as George lets one of his hands find Matty’s cheek, soothingly rubbing it as he bobs his head, making the blonde’s eyes screw shut in pleasure. You don’t let yourself get lost in it though, but fuck, it’s hard not to. The sound of the cap opening is impossibly loud, and Matty recognises it immediately, his hips bucking violently as he gags around George, eyes tearing up from the effort. 

You slick up your strap with a generous amount of lube, using the remaining liquid to draw a small heart on Matty’s back, the shape shining even in the dim light of the bedroom. Matty coughs violently as George accidentally thrusts up into his mouth, a mix of spit and precum dripping down his chin as he pulls off for a second, wiping away a few tears.

“I’m okay G, I promise. Fuck, that was so hot.” he assures George, grinning up at him with sparkling eyes, mouthing an inaudible “I love you,” before taking him back down his throat. 

You watch as George threads his hand into Matty’s hair, pushing his head down slightly and gauging his reaction, a muffled moan telling him all he needs to know. Using more force, he guides Matty’s head up and down his cock, slowly, almost lovingly, fucking his mouth. The groans that spill from his lips are nothing short of delicious, spurring Matty on to take him even further, doing his absolute best to suppress his gag reflex, relishing in the feeling of George’s cock hitting the back of his throat. 

Leaning down once again, you whisper quietly against Matty’s ear, “Relax a bit Matty, mhm? I’m so proud of you, you’re taking this so well for us.” Matty can only whine in response, attempting to nod even with his mouth stuffed full of cock. . 

You inhale deeply before pressing the tip of the strap to his hole, teasing him one last time, just for the sake of watching him squirm and writhe under you. You know his cock is leaking onto the sheets by now, making a mess of them because he can’t help himself when it's the two of you, thinking his with dick instead of his brain. 

“He’s so fucking pretty George. Look how good he’s gonna take my cock, aren't you baby?” you speak, nodding at a blissed out George, so overwhelmed with pleasure he can barely respond, nodding back at you. The relieved moan that leaves Matty’s lips when you finally, finally press into him is nothing short of pornographic, audible even over the wet sounds of his lips sinking down on George’s cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each and every movement. 

“So gorgeous doll, feels good?” you coo, your hands gripping his hips and holding him in place, mercilessly fucking into him and never once letting up for even a second. Matty pulls off of George to answer, his hand taking over while he speaks, stumbling over his words pathetically. “P-please, feel so full, fuckk–” 

George just watches you thrust into him, brushing against his g-spot with each movement of your hips, Matty’s whines once again muffled by his cock fuckign into his mouth, taking pleasure like it belongs to him. “Taking us so good Matty– looks so fucking pretty too, doesn't he?” Your words motivate Matty to no end, and he deepthroats George until he can’t breathe, so eager to please it literally possesses him, the only thing on his mind being you and George. 

“Yeah, y’look so beautiful choking on my cock, fuck.” George groans, and you know he’s close because of how his voice pitches up, sounding eerily similar to Matty. You almost scold him when he pulls off again, his obscene moans now even louder as your strap hits his g-spot over and over again, making him dizzy and all his thoughts go away, pleasure taking over every inch of his being. 

“Feels s’good, shit– Please make me cum, darling I need to cum so fucking bad, been so good f’you, please.'' Wet sounds fill the room, and you're sure you look like something straight out of a porno, the position so filthy it clouds your mind, your movements speeding up, causing Matty to moan louder, loud enough for even the neighbors to hear. Not that you would mind.   

“George–” he starts, interrupted by your chest pressing to his back and you reaching to wrap your hand around his cock, squeezing him before putting on a condescending tone “Speak up baby, he can’t hear you.” George can barely think, so fucking close to the edge he can taste it, his cock leaking and twitching with every jerk of Matty’s hand, his knuckles ghostly white where he grips the sheets, trying desperately to hold off his rapidly approaching orgasm. 

“George, I want– FUCK– please, oh god fuck.” Matty’s voice cracks as you start drilling impossibly deeper into him, stretching his hole around your strap, mesmerized by how absolutely fucked out he looks even though you can barely see his face. 

“Want you to cum on m’face G, please darling, please.” he slurs, eyes hooded and heavy as he twitches in your hand, threatening to cum in mere seconds if you don’t get your hands off of him. You want this to last, after all.  

“So filthy, and here we thought you had a bit of dignity left in you. I don’t blame you though, baby, just look at him.” you let go of his cock, a quiet whine interrupting you, earning Matty a soft slap to the flesh of his arse. 

George pants, his hair wild and eyes glazed over with lust, looking like the fucking personification of sex. Matty’s eyes light up when he nods, blinking slowly as his hands settle on his stomach, leaving Matty to do all the work for him. You can tell how much he loves the idea of finishing on Matty’s face, the thought messing with him much more than he lets on. But you know, and he knows you know. 

It doesn't take anything but a few jerks of his cock and Matty batting his lashes, looking up at him with that eager, fucked out expression on his face that could make anyone give in to him to make George spill all over his face, painting his features with thick ropes of cum. George shudders violently, bucking his hips into Matty’s hand as he works him through his orgasm, sticking his tongue out to fuck with him even more. 

You don't stop pounding into Matty, not even for a second, the bed shaking with the sheer force of your thrusts as Matty’s moans and whimpers go unmuffled. “M’so close, fuck, please darling, fuck me harder.” George sees him genuinely tear up, bringing his hand up to cup his face sweetly, wiping away stray tears as a wanton moan spills from his lips. 

“Jesus christ, he’s–” you don't even let him finish, nodding in agreement as Matty presses his cheek into George’s hand, his please borderline incoherent by now.

“Fucking wet dream, isn’t he? Can never get used to how sweet he sounds, can I, baby?” Matty nods violently, his cock twitching and leaking precum, and you know he’s never been more ready to cum in his life. Yet, he knows he can’t, not until you allow him to. 

“Pleasepleaseplease, oh god m’gonna cum, please George–” Matty uses the last of his strength to beg the one person who he knows would let him, tears rolling down his cheeks, mascara and eyeshadow mixing with his smeared lipstick as he begs for permission

“Go on doll, cum for us. I know how bad you want to, yeah? Fucking soak our sheets.” George speaks slowly, his voice rough and strong, a flash of dominance coursing through his veins right in that moment. 

Matty cums, hard, writhing against the mattress, legs shaking while George's hand soothingly runs through his messed up hair, the touch comforting as his orgasm washes over him in violent, almost forceful waves. 

“Look so beautiful Matty, just let go, let it all out, baby.” 

You swear he’s never looked this good in your life, having taken absolutely everything you’ve given to him with an obedient nod and an eager expression, holding off until he’s made both you and George cum. You stroke his back lovingly as he goes limp against the bed, breathing heavy, his small sounds of pleasure as you pull out making you smile. 

George whispers unintelligible praise, making sure he knows how good he had been for both of you, how absolutely loved he is. 

“I love you so much baby, did so well for us.” you say, your tone loving and soft, peppering kisses down his spine as you slip off the harness, discarding it somewhere behind you. Matty nods weakly into George’s thigh, muttering a small “love you too,” back at you. 

“Gotta get up for us, doll, need to clean you up.” Matty groans in protest to Georges implication that he should move, eventually giving in at the promise of a more comfortable, less wet sleep. You get up to get tissues, wiping the cum off his face with a giggle, earning an amused chuckle from George, who is holding Matty against his chest, stroking his hair and kissing his shoulders lovingly, showering him with the affection he most definitely deserves. 

“Sleep?” Matty whispers quietly, evidently tired and half asleep already, his head resting against George’s shoulder. You nod, guiding his frame to lay down between you and George, letting your arm drape over him comfortingly. 

“You were so amazing Matty, we’re both so, so proud of you.” Matty, now slightly more coherent, offers a cheeky “Yeah I know that, fucking look at the state of me.”  

George lets out a girlish giggle at his words, wrapping his arm around his waist, letting Matty slowly drift off into sleep, absolutely exhausted and rightfully so, given the relentless teasing and torture you had put to poor boy through. He loved it though, and reassures you of that every chance he gets

You make eye contact with him one last time, George mouthing a barely audible “I love you,” shutting his eyes just in time to miss the massive, stupid grin plastered on your face. 

Their soft snoring and the heat of their bodies beside you lulls you into a deep, comfortable sleep, peacefully surrounded by the two people you love most. 

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Gatty throuple™️ booking a hotel room to eat and fuck all might im thinking a lot of thoughts. George in a complimentary robe. very loose, maybe even undone. Matty ordering whipped cream to be brought up to the room just to lick it off both of you. the sheets being absolutely unsalvageable by the end of the night x

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mpind mmmm i am 100% of the time thinking about girlie making matty fuck himself with his fingers while george fucks her mm m mm m m something about him being so Stupid about it and begging for them but they Wont because he is just so pretty like that..... mmmmmmmmmm

i feel like George and Girlie are super equal in this, just teaming up to fuck Matty up so much he's crying and begging by the end of it x

You've got Matty all done up for you, nice eye candy for both you and George to watch while he's fucking into you nice and deep, catching your lips in a bruising kiss whenever you turn your head back to look at him. Matty just sits there at first, watching and whining for you to let him touch either of you, his hips jumping up whenever you make a particularly high pitched sound, followed by George's low groan, lips right against your ear as he grips your satin clad hips ever tighter, grinning down at you at Matty's pained reaction.

Once Matty gets proper desperate, George starts to tease and poke at him to see how much he can take. "Yeah? Like seeing us fuck while you have to sit there hard? So good for us doll, so fucking hot in those pretty panties, aren't you?" his words take even you by surprise, making your breath catch in your throat as George nips your jaw, licking and sucking hickeys into your neck and collar bones. You join in not long after him, your voice slightly whiny as George fucks you hard and deep, grunting and groaning into the crook of your neck while you hold his head in your hands, watching Matty squirm. "C'mon baby, put on a little show for us. Like being our good little slut, yeah? Want you to finger yourself like a fucking girl, show us how much you want us to touch you baby. So pathetic, I can see you leaking into your panties from here"

Matty stutters for a bit, his cheeks and chest flushed as he runs his hands down his torso, letting his fingers lightly graze his skin as he takes in the scene in front of him. You, bra pushed up slightly and one of the straps falling off your shoulder, your panties pushed to the side and hair wildly splayed onto the pillow cushioning your head. George, shirtless with his chest littered with hickeys (some from Matty, most from you x), glistening with sweat and panting like he'd just run a marathon. His hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes half shut and words coming out strong and stable, regardless of his current physical state. Matty lets his back hit the mountain of pillows behind him, his hand slipping back up his body and into his mouth

Seeing him gag on his fingers to get them ready makes you dizzy with desire, eyes rolling back into your head as George notices the sputtering sounds too, groaning as you clench around him at the sight. Matty lets his hand slip under the waistband of his panties next, spreading his legs wide to show how his hand moves under the lace. The whole time you can hear George muttering things directed at Matty under his breath "Looks so fucking good doll, such a pretty pornstar for us." The moan Matty lets out as his fingers sink inside of him is obscene, feeling himself clench around his fingers as his cock twitches against the lace, making him whimper at the sensation.

Watching you fuck without him is almost physically painful for him and matty just stares at the two of you, whining and begging to be allowed to join. "Fuckk touch me please,want it so bad. I'm so fucking hard for you, G please, need you both to touch me. Fingers aren't enough darling, please- need more." and the two of you just laugh at him, tears welling in his eyes as they fall on George's marked up chest, and then his lips against your skin, listening to the wanton moans that spill from your lips. "Beg harder baby, and i'll think about it. Gotta make you earn it somehow, hm?"

"Please, i'll be so fucking good for you. Make you cum so many times, just please let me, fuck" but both of you just grin and let him whine for you, hips grinding down onto his hand as his fingers brush against his g-spot, making his whole body shake and twitch. Matty begs you for ages, whimpering and moaning shamelessly as George nears his orgasm and you near yours, clutching his back as Matty cries out in pleasure and pain "Pleasepleaseplease oh my god, need to feel you so bad, fuckk"

Matty looks to George for help like he always does, begging for an alliance but he just shakes his head, grinning at a truly desperate Matty as he palms himself with his other hand, whining pleas and begging for any sort of touch until you finally have mercy and spit roast him until he cries and gags all over your strap, mascara streaking all pretty down his cheeks x

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this is the most intense mpind gatty behaviour ive ever witnessed okay husband and husband fucking hell

Matty liking G's post less than 4 mins after it was posted... okay fan behavior

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thinking abt matty / girlie casually kissing g outside of a sexual sitaution for the first time before they properly define things and its mutually like oh. oh.

i am blushing

Alright so up until this point, none of you had really talked about labels or anything, i mean you and Matty are barely defined as something let alone you and George or George and Matty.

So when he does come over, alone, just to sit and hangout and eat food, you sense the air shift dramatically. This isn't just platonic, it cant be in any sense of the word. You first notice this when Matty and George are in the kitchen together, in direct view of you, plating food (and by food its frozen fries and fillets, nothing fancy). Stood shoulder to shoulder, you can see Matty tense up whenever George touched him, his whole body rigid.

Its when they both turn to bring the plates, two plates in George's hands and one in Matty's that Matty stops in his tracks, the eye contact between his and the blond as intense as ever. You could feel the tension radiating off the pair as Matty turned his head upwards to press his lips to George's, the kiss chaste as he closes his eyes, giving into the sensation.

When they do pull away, they stare at each other for longer than necessary, and George nods in response to Matty's silent question. He couldn't quite define the question, but somehow, he knew what Matty was asking, not a single word leaving his lips. You eat your food together, in your normal positions, if only a bit closer to G this time.

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The first time you kiss George outside of a sexual setting happens not even a few hours later, while you're sprawled across the sofa, your back against George's chest and you can feel his heartbeat under his ribs, low and rhythic. Matty sits on your legs, the pressure limiting but not stopping your movement as you look up at George, who instead of paying attention to the show is staring straight at you, eyes flicking over each of your features, taking you in in your entirety.

You can feel Matty's eyes on the two of you, just like yours were on them that moment in the kitchen. George kisses you sweetly, no ulterior motives and in a way that is inherently pure, your lips barely brushing against each other. Your heart beats at a million miles a minute, making you feel dizzy as he does it again, his hand resting right above your chest as you neck cranes to kiss him.

Matty just stares, enjoying the sight of the two people he loves most in this world kissing, his heart swelling up with adoration.

Now labels? There's never a "what are we?" conversation, the three of you just know. George starts spending most of his days in your house, cooking edible meals and teaching you how to properly make cocktails. It feels right, domestic even, how every night is spent in your shared bed, George on the left, you on the right, and Matty facedown in the middle, his soft snores prompting loving gazes from both of you.

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free use xx

From the moment you bring it up to him, Matty is so into it. He likes sex, and freeuse just means more of it whenever you or George fancy bending him over. He gets off on the fact that both of you want him so badly that you want him to be accessible all the time, a little toy for you to play with whenever you feel like it.

The two of you have different ways of going about it. George like Matty's mouth the most, pushing him down onto his knees randomly to fill it, yanking on his pretty curls to make him moan around his dick. Matty loves this so much, admiring the harsh bruises on his knees that form from the hours he spends on the floor, blue and yellow splotches of color blooming on his skin x

You have more voyeuristic tendencies when in comes to him, and like to make him get off in front of you, all dolled up and pretty. He likes feeling wanted, desired, so watching the way you stare at him with you lips parted while he lazily tugs on his cock makes him dizzy with confidence. Gagging him on your fingers randomly throughout the day is something George can get in on, his cock hardening the more Matty chokes and sputters, his eyes glazing over as the film playing in the background is so easily forgotten in favour of watching Matty struggle to take you in further, you digits pressing down on his tongue.

Together, you and George love trying to catch him off guard. Come up behind him and manvourse him between your bodies while hes trying to make himself food. Whisper in his ear how good he looks, and how he can't expect either of you to resist him not when you look so pretty, just asking for us to fuck you dumb, hm?

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i just feel like mpind george would be SO into putting the others in shibari designs. i know it's usually girly calling the shots but like... george tying the two of them up and making them do things for his pleasure and amusement... meow. maybe girly lets him do it as a reward for how well he's come into the dynamic and does what he's told, if you need character motivation? idk. hot regardless

- mads <3

first thing that popped into my head for this is George tying you and Matty to each other. (this got super blurby i think you've officially cured my writers block)

Chest to chest, your tits pressed up against Matty as well as the rest of your body, your thighs and torsos tightly bound against each other, hands pulled and tied behind your back. Laying on your side, unable to move, you have no choice but to stare into each others eyes and blush, the extremely close contact making you both dizzy with need.

George sits in a comfortable sofa chair in the corner of the room, pupils blown out as he watches you two rut against each other, which you specifically grinding down onto the rope placed expertly onto your clit, the friction shooting mind numbing pleasure down your spine. Soft moans sound from Matty as he struggles against the restraints, his cock throbbing against the silk of his panties as he makes eye contact with you, then George, his face red and flushed from both the stimulation, and the feeling of being watched.

The lace of your bra rubbing against his nipples isn't helping either, the rough material on his chest only heightening his pleasure, his skin glistening with sweat as he pleads with no one in particular, muttering swears and pleases under his breath. You catch his lips in a hot kiss, all tongue and spit to the point it dribbles down his chin, making a complete mess of him and you.

This goes on for what feels like ages, until George finally reaches into the pockets of his trousers, pulling out two separate remotes and running his thumbs over the controls, throwing a teasing look your way. He clicks a button on the one in his left hand, and you can fee the toy inside of you buzz to life, your hips immediately jumping as choked moans spill from your lips, making George smile in that sickly sweet way of his.

"Feeling good f'me, doll?" he says, his voice impossibly deep. You nod vigorously, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as Matty watches in awe, his face mere inches away from yours. The pulsing vibrations deep inside of you and the delicious friction from the rope make your mind go numb, you entire body taken over with pleasure.

This side of George is one you haven't seen before. The side of him that just takes, makes you do what he wants, not the other way around. You're so lost in all the sensations; the rope pulled tight against your skin, the feel of Matty's chest against yours, the toy buzzing inside of you, George's eyes fixated on you.

You barely notice George turn his attention to the remote in his left hand, clicking it on with a dizzying air of nonchalance. Matty cries out as the pretty plug George had made him wear, pressed right up against his g-spot, starts to vibrate. The soft buzzing of both of your toys does nothing to drown out the pornographic moans filling the room, high pitched whines spilling into your mouth as Matty presses his lips to yours, grinding against you in any way he physically can, the rope restraining him rubbing against his skin painfully.

The pain only amplifies his pleasure, which in turn turns you on even more, every sound he makes going straight to your core. George sits in his chair, legs spread and head thrown slightly back, his chest moving unevenly as he lets out a low groan, his eyes half shut at the scene playing out in front of him. He moves both remotes to his left hand and palms himself with his right, squeezing his cock through the soft material of his trousers. His hair sticks to his skin, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as he mutters praise at the both of you.

"Yeahh, thats it doll, rut against her like a slut, fuck. Feeling good for me? God, you look so gorgeous with that pretty rope against your skin, so perfect."

You can only moan in response, and so can Matty, both of you teetering on the edge of an orgasm in a matter of minutes as George unbuckles his belt, the metallic clanks making both your heads snap in his direction, necks straining to get a better view. George looks even more wrecked than you, his cock straining against his grey boxers, the outline of him making you dizzy with need. Matty chokes as he takes himself out, fisting his cock as he mindlessly plays with the controls of both remotes, not even bothering to check what he's doing to who.

Both of you writhe against each other, gasping and panting as the toys pulse inside of you, Matty leaking against the fabric of his panties as obscene moans spill from your lips, making George grin wildly, rewarding you with raspy groans and more praise.

"So fucking pretty my love, my two sluts putting on a show for me, yeah?

His words are enough to push Matty over the edge, his hips stuttering as the plug makes his mind go blank with pleasure, spilling into his panties with shuddering gasps, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. The sight of Matty coming that hard, and George speeding up the movements on his own cock make white hot pleasure pool in your stomach, the tension in your core threatening to snap.

Your orgasm washes over you in intense waves, your arms struggling against the rope as you shake, the toy inside of you working you through it, teetering on the edge of overstimulation. George switches off both of your toys, leaving you to catch your breath as the rope almost seems to tighten. The creak of the chair as George gets up is deafening, and his shirt riding up his stomach with his cock in his fist, he slowly makes it over to the two of you, still shaking from your climax.

He kneels on the bed, eyes hooded and lips parted like a real life porno, looming over you and Matty. You can see his dick twitch desperately, and he digs his thumb into the slit, throwing his head back in pleasure as Matty's eyes widen at the sight, right along with yours.

George looks down one last time, taking in the sight before him. You and Matty, fucked out and still bound, unable to get away from each other no matter how hard you try. Matty's chest is flushed red, his lips bruised and bitten and purple mascara smudged under his eyes. You pant George's name, staring up at him with glassy eyes, chest heaving dramatically.

One last choked noise leaves George's lips before he finishes all over the two of you, painting your bodies with his cum. The sight is obscene, and you realise Matty's stuck his tongue out, catching some of George's release in his mouth. George whimpers at the sight, his eyebrows knitting together in mind numbing pleasure as he works himself through his orgasm, gasping as Matty catches your lips in a violent kiss, letting you taste George on his tongue. You moan softly into his mouth, letting him dominate the kiss as George watches with even wider eyes, committing the moment to memory as best he could.

Though he doesnt take control often, George sure knows how to make it memorable for all parties involved x

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3 of them going to a club being semi obnoxious w pda on the dance floor pleeek…. whats the dynamics what’s the vibes

oh i love this stop.

matty is absolutely all over the both of you from the second you step foot into the club, fingers grazing and eyes dancing all over your body while you desperately try not to spill your drink, huffing quietly at his lack of shame. his lips sucking hickeys into your neck right there in the crowd, your eyes pleading for george to make him chill out but god, if he doesnt absolutely love the view hes getting right now.

maybe you go a bit too far during your payback, dancing and grinding onto matty so provocatively he has to excuse himself to the bathroom, quickly followed by an incredibly eager george-

maybe you walk in on the both of them, hips grinding against each other with matty's hands up the blondes shirt, a tantalizing smirk dancing on his lips as he makes eye contact with you, so incredibly turned on from the mere sight of them.

you dont fuck, its much too cramped, but rest assured all three of you leave that bathroom extremely eager to go home and take care of each other in the most loving, kinky way possible x

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cum play??

George loves cumplay in theory, but can't handle the sensation of the wetness on his skin to actually indulge. He did almost black out the first time he gave Matty a facial though, and realised maybe his fantasy isn't all that unattainable.

Finishing on Matty's face is something he couldn't have dreamed up in his wildest fantasies. But when he saw how good he looked with his cheek pressed against his thigh, lips slightly parted and eyes decorated with that glittery eyeshadow of his, he couldn't control the words that left his mouth.

"Wanna cum on your face, fuck."

Matty grinned so wildly you'd have though he'd just won the lottery, nodding his head quickly and eagerly. "Yeah? Gonna make me yours, pretty boy?"

George had never come harder in his life, painting Matty's face with thick ropes of cum, admiring how it dripped down his lips, his tongue darting out to lick some of it off his bottom lip. He loves watching you kiss after, his cum on Matty's lips smearing onto yours, enveloping your senses. The salty taste drives you just as insane as him, never getting enough.

Matty likes it a bit messier, letting George cum anywhere he fancies. His chest, his stomach, his face, in his mouth. He doesn't really care about the cleanup, thinking it worth the effort after. Matty begs George to cum inside of him when they fuck, relishing in the feeling of cum dripping out of him. He also likes finishing all over himself and then having you smear it around, picking some of it up and making him lick it off your fingers while staring at your uncontrollable reaction.

Both of them, on the rare occasions you fuck, love finishing inside of you. George likes you face down, arse up, digging his blunt nails into your hips as he rails you senseless, Matty getting himself off to the filthy scene in front of him. He always asks for permission, no matter how many times you tell him it's fine, and that he doesn't need to. Such a sweet boy, it makes your heart swell.

Matty asks once beforehand, and when you do say yes, he just takes and takes, a different side of him coming out. His favourite position is missionary, his lips all over your face and chest as he fucks into you so fast and hard he makes you see stars. His shameless moans when George turns up the vibrating plug stuffed inside of him only amplify the pleasure you're experiencing, the blissed out expression on Matty's face going straight to your core.

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is there a world where matty would show george exactly what she likes. then maybe taking turns on her...?

(totally not b / haveyouseenherlately)

you're golden for this i do actually have something in my head for this so picture this:

You, splayed out on the bed, legs bare and cunt aching as Matty whispers filthy praise into your ear, getting you worked up with feather light touches. George laying on his stomach, flushed red and cheek resting on your thigh, peering up at you and Matty.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" Matty breathes, his hands wandering over your entire body and George nods, letting two of his fingers brush over your clit, making you shudder as sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine.

The only thing keeping your decency is one of George's shirts, your nipples hard against the fabric as Matty instructs the blonde sitting between your legs. "She likes it slow, loves it when you talk to her." George looks up his eyes meeting yours and you nod slightly, causing a smug grin to break out across his face.

"Yeah? D'you like it when I say filthy things to you, beautiful?" You clear your throat in a way that makes Matty giggle behind you, his cock painfully hard against your arse as he feels you up, looking over your shoulder and at George, his bare chest on display for both of you. "Touch her baby, listen to how gorgeous she sounds for us." Matty coos, smirking at George as he nods in response, his other hand coming up to grip the fat of your thigh, squeezing meanly.

Matty brushes your hair out of your face, delicate fingers dancing on your cheekbones as his lips press to the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses and occasional bites on the skin. George gets to work, his fingers stroking lazy figure eights on your clit, his mouth on the inside of your thigh as he sucks a purple hickey into the skin, the slight pain making your head hazy with lust.

Wanton moans spill from your lips as Matty's hand gropes your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples in that same way you do to him, the pleasure radiating from your chest almost too much. "Fuck, that feels so good, please don't stop." you whine as Matty bites into the space between your collarbone and neck, George's fingers the source of the dull pleasure between your legs, still not enough to properly get you off.

"Gotta be good for her G, listen or she'll get mean. Probably take it out on me though, not that i'm complaining." George's eyes dance as fantasies flick through his mind, you and Matty the star of every one of them. "Tell us what you what darling, we'll give it to you." Matty whispers, making sultry eye contact with an incredibly pent up George.

"Touch me properly, need to cum s'fucking bad G, please." George groans as you plead with him, his fingers speeding up exponentially at the newfound motivation. Matty watches with blown out pupils as you gasp, twitching against his chest as George's digits sink inside of you, stroking your velvety walls at a mind numbing pace.

Your whole body reacts when he presses his tongue to your clit, swirling it around the little bud as you throw your head back, Matty's words only adding to the tightening coil in your belly. "Doing so good baby, look how fucking good she feels." Matty groans, the sight of you getting off fucking intoxicating for him. "Thats because of you, G."

George whines against your cunt as his fingers work you faster, your unintelligible pleas like music to their ears, only spurring the two men on. Matty's hands are in your hair, running his fingers through it as he speaks, his voice low and coated in honey.

"So fucking amazing, got me so hard darling." Matty bucks his hips, rutting against you desperately as George brings you closer and closer to the edge, tongue working absolute magic on your cunt. "Taste so sweet beautiful." he whispers, half to himself, and Matty reaches down to weave a hand through his hair, letting you grind onto his face as George gasps, whining as the taste of you fully takes over his senses.

"Doing so good getting her off f'me, taking real good care of her, yeah?" his teeth graze over your neck, the slight hint of pain making you moan into his touch.

Matty's hand snakes down to your cunt, joining George in making you feel so fucking good your vision whites out. You pant and moan against Matty's mouth as he kisses you, your neck craning back to press your lips to his, drinking in the soft whines as you grind your hips down onto him and your clit against George's mouth, pure ecstacy overtaking your body.

It doesn't take long for you to cum all over George's face, his chin glistening as your legs shake, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. You swear the world around you ceases to exist, your body not a body but a vessel for pure pleasure. Matty coos into your ear as George works you through your high, his finger ghosting over your nipples as his hair tickles the back of your neck.

"Did so good for us darling, look what a mess you've made." he means George, who's covered in the remnants of your orgasm from the lips down, his chin coated in slick as he pants, eyes glazed over and cock painfully hard.

"Want me to return the favour, baby? Treat you as nicely as you treated me?" George nods vigorously, his hair sticking to his forehead from the effort. "Matty?" The boy behind you hums, his lips attached to your neck the entire time you were speaking.

"Care to help our little Georgie out? Make him feel good?" You can feel Matty make eye contact with the blonde, slowly nodding as he carefully removes you from his lap, placing you against the headboard. "Darling?" his voice cracks slightly at the end of the single word sentence, making you crack a smile. "Yeah, baby?"

"Can you watch?"

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PEG GEORGE!!!!!!!

ALRIGHT GOOGLE DOC IS OPEN!!!!!! but no i'm having visions of girlie slowly easing into George while Matty hold his face in his hands and strokes his hair while praising him for taking it so, so well. George all whimpery and fucked out from even just the tip of the strap and the little gasps/moans that leave his lips as it finally brushes against his g-spot oh i'm so sick

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i’ve only recently stumbled across your blog and it has been the biggest treat ever. mpind throuple is making me sweat but is also so sweet. i’m feeling so spoiled with all the filth but my hurt/comfort roots were wondering if you’d ever feel inclined to write something about mpind!matty getting overwhelmed/ stuck in his head/ upset during a session and george + girlie helping calm him down? or anything along the lines of that? if that’s not really your thing then please disregard i’ll eat up anything you post anyways😁🩷🫶🏻

of course babe!! thank so much for taking the time to write this it really means a lot, so heres a little snippet for you xx

I can see how Matty might get in over his head at times, desperate to please and show off and be paid attention to and that leads to situations where even he doesn't know his own limits.

It'd probably be during a particularly rough sesh, you pressing him face down into the mattress, fucking into him as his head rests in George's lap, cheek nuzzling the bulge in his trousers.

Matty is a crier, a frequent one at that, but there's a big difference between his tears of pleasure, and ones of pain or discomfort. As whines and gasps spill from his lips, George's hand in his hair might grip tighter, your grasp on his waist even harsher as the sheer force of your thrusts moves the bed, the headboard banging against the wall.

"Doing so good for us, beautiful, so fucking pretty." George coos, the sight of Matty writhing and hiccuping from the pure pleasure he's experiencing getting him incredibly hard.

Matty can only answer in choked gasps, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white, and he gets a bit quiet. That's the first sign something is wrong. Matty is incredibly vocal, babbling and talking back all the way up to his climax, never letting up no matter how well you try to gag him. So when he goes silent, George immediately cups his face, brining it up into view.

Matty had been crying, but he can tell it was that good kind of crying, his eyebrows knitted together and eyes vulnerable in a way that cant be put into words. "M'sorry, I can't-" Matty speaks, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

"I'm so sorry, i don't want to ruin it, I just-" he hiccups, shaking his head at himself in disappointment. "Matty, do you want to stop?" You ask from behind him, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.

"I think we need to, he doesn't look well." George says, wiping off the remnants of Matty's makeup with his thumbs, mascara mixing with glittery eyeshadow as George's heart breaks into a million pieces along with yours, shattering at the sight of Matty's apologetic expression, like he had been the one who'd done something wrong.

You slip out of him, immediately getting tissues and your clothes as George drapes a blanket over Matty, who is now laying against his chest, a thousand yard stare visible in his eyes as the blonde whispers comfort into his ear, rocking him back and forth as if he were a small child.

"You're safe Matty, you want to tell us what happened?" Matty nods his head tentatively, his words getting caught in his throat. "It was too much. It felt good, i swear, but something just-" you cut him off "Didn't fit right? What was too much for you, baby?"

"All of it." George makes eye contact with you, a silent exchange happening as Matty blinks back to reality, coming back to the present moment.

"You know you can always tap out, yeah?" he asks, running a rough hand through his curls. Matty looks genuinely confused, cocking his head to the right. "I can? You wont be mad at me?" You sigh, scooting nearer as Matty leans into your embrace, his tears wet against your top. "Of course baby, why would we be mad?"

"Because I ruined it, wasn't good enough for you." his tone of voice twists the knife, and you hold him close, letting George say all the things you couldn't.

"You need to know when you've reached a limit, and that you can tell us." Matty nods, a look of shame creeping onto his face as george continues. "We love you, so so much, and we need to know we aren't hurting you, ever."

Matty sniffles, nodding in agreement and George just stares at the two of you, a look of love in his eyes. Thunder claps softly from outside, a flash of lightning shooting through the opened curtains as you all hold each other, whispering quiet "i love you's" into the darkness

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after i write our long awaited gatty x girlie pt.2 would we be interested in a blurb of just the two boys? I've got an idea or two floating around whatever whatever x

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I have a very filthy thought ab the throuple… what if george was fucking girlie and matty was eating her out at the same time ummmm and maybe it’s a little gay as well <3

ive been staring at this ask for the last 24 hours and have also asked like three seperate people. How is this position meant to work physically. My google search history is fucked and i still dont have answers anon please enlighten me xxxxx

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i'm thinking of mpind matty, george, and girlie adopting a kid (fourteen year old foster child x) in their late twenties and raising her as their own despite the the fact that they're a throuple or the kid's fourteen already. do we fw this at all or

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i'm having thoughts of spit roasting and the fic sitting in my google doc. motivation is striking me mates