lottiecrabie

[lottiecrabie]

I know this is a typo but pls do not correct it because I am dying at the thought of him swiping his tumblr account over his tip HAHAHA

i seriously considered not changing it cos this is actually Hilarious but alas i do not want new people to think im fucking stupid😭 at least we can all rejoice that the typo will exist forevermore in people’s reblogs🫶

#i delete tumblr and Still i talk about it so much i write it subconsciously I need to throw my whole phone away #choose your own smut adventure #ask

[lottiecrabie]

What would you say is your big three now

i think objectively it’s pfms, linecook and anatomy but Personally i would swap anatomy for galatea🕺

#sorry to anatomy i love u bbyboy but galatea Always in my heart #pray for my soul #linecook!au #tutor!au #galatea take one #ask

[lottiecrabie]

the venn diagram of me being drunk and me coming back to tumblr is a circle

#get tipsy start missing my internet bffs #crabie

[lottiecrabie]

hiii You know who this is can i please please please have cyosa mutual masturbation i lost so hard every time but once and you know you love meeeee 😇😇😇😇

this is for you🫵you know who you are. I love you🫶

‘matty…’ you moan, half as a beg and half as a mindless need. he chuckles, opening your thighs for him, putting you on display. you’re so ready you might take him right now. 

matty’s hand still dances on your thigh, working higher and higher. your breath hitches, anticipating the fateful meeting. he whispers, smirking, ‘how about you show me how you do it?’

your cheeks flame at the idea. you clench your thighs, trapping him in place, embarrassed. he doesn’t seem too bothered. he revels in prying them open again, grazing the ready skin until you’re squirming.

‘why would i when you’re right here?’ as if to convince him, you reach for his leftover hand, dragging it to a pert breast. he chuckles. his finger rolls the nipple and you sigh, still holding onto his wrist.

‘i want to see,’ he says. ‘i want to learn.’ you groan, half from pleasure and half from shyness. you hide in your shoulder, arching your back into his hand in contradiction. again, a laugh falls from him. ‘how about i show you too?’

your eyes snap to him, suddenly interested. he kneels up, towering over your parting frame. his hand makes quick work of his belt— quicker than your hungry, shaking ones could have done. he draws his cock out without any hesitation, holding it at the base. your breath dies in your throat. you freeze under him.

‘i’m already hard,’ matty says. ‘don’t even have to think about you cause you’re already laying there like a fucking daydream.’

you grin, spreading your legs further, giving him a show. a tortured groan rasps out his throat. ‘fuck, love, you’re gorgeous.’ he strokes himself once, swiping his thumb over the tip. you lick your lips, though you do not feel the need to reach out and do it yourself. you want to relish in the spectacle.

you get him, now. he knows this. says, ‘show me.’

you don’t feel as shy. your hand grabs his own, puppeteering him so he pinches and rolls your peaked nipples just right. a broken moan comes out of you. in turn, he strokes faster.

‘i don’t like the before,’ you choke out. ‘i’d rather just get to it.’ it’s all the warning you give him before you plunge your hand between your folds, circling your clit.

‘shit,’ matty cries. ‘you’re not real.’ you hum, pinching the skin of his wrist mischievously, reveling in his little yelp. ‘what do you think about?’

you shrug, non-committed. ‘i like my mind blank.’ matty tsks and shakes his head. you almost want to laugh, but your fingers hit a sinful spot and you’re too busy whining out.

‘you’re doing it wrong,’ he breathes. his hand is still hard at work on himself. he needs to frown in concentration to get his thought out. ‘the before, the imagination— that’s what it’s all about. you won’t get a mind-blowing orgasm if you don’t involve your mind.’

‘do it, then,’ you whimper. ‘mindblow me.’

he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. ‘i didn’t expect you to be lazy.’ the challenge works and you set your eyes, competitiveness bubbling in your chest. vengefully, you dip two fingers inside, watching as he slows his rhythm in quiet wonder.

you thrust in and out, angling your fingers until your legs twitch mindlessly. your nails dig into his skin, and it’s not even to send any kind of message. he’s wrong about the mind. you masturbate to get you off— off that tyrannical ride your head leads ruthlessly. this, the hot euphoria beating in your veins, the quiet moans, the shivering limbs, is what it’s about.

‘i’ll tell you, then,’ matty says. he seems close, pumping his cock fast and certain. his chest rises and falls, the tattooed planes of his stomach in perfect display. you want to spread a hand over it, want to descend down and replace his hand, want to— you thumb your clit and stop wanting.

‘i think about you, all pretty and hot and needy. never this perfect, though. god, you’re really not real— like a fucking frosted cupcake, all sweet for me.’ the words fizzle up your chest. pleasure strikes through you, doubly so, and you cry his name in sheer shock.

matty continues, ‘i think about you in the library, bending you over until i erase that little worried frown you have. make you suck my fingers so you keep quiet still. don’t want to get banned— still need you to ride my cock on those big chairs after all.’

‘oh, god,’ you whine. you rub your clit furiously, eyes rolling back, seemingly astral projected to the library. your lips part in quiet worship. ‘more,’ you beg him.

matty pinches your nipple, forcing you to look at him. ‘your turn.’

you pant, trying to use your brain when your fingers are deep and quick inside of you, when he’s hanging off with that swoopy hair over his forehead and those dark, hungry eyes. you’re drunk on the mere sight of him, and you start fearing how he’ll affect you when he’s the one thrusting inside you.

‘i—‘ your legs kick, helpless. ‘sometimes when we watched movies, i’d think about you eating me out on the couch.’

matty groans, scrunching his eyes like he’s imagining it. ‘yeah? what’d i do?’

‘just— you’d kneel in front of me, and you’d tell me to pay attention, and then you’d do it. devour me like you were starved. shush me when i got too loud, remind me to watch my smart, pretentious film.’

another broken cry slips out of him. he falls over you, though still holding himself up with an arm. your now free hand spread over his ribs, back, anything your greediness can find. both your fingers work in tandem between your bodies, a quiet union you’ve just now noticed. you roll your head, hit his wrist. ‘matty…’

‘i thought about you asking me to fuck you before,’ matty admits offhandedly, lost in his pleasure. your fingers press into his working shoulder, mean. ‘fuck, i almost believed i was imagining when you really did ask me. figured i was going crazy.’

you twist your head, kissing his wrist over and over, tiny presses of love you don’t dare say. your tongue sticks out and licks it all up before it stays and means something. ‘again,’ you moan, feeling yourself get closer. your hips rise for your strained digits. your body hums in warning.

‘i want to come on your stomach. want to mark your skin— god, need it. need to see you all pretty with my cum, make you all messy. show you’re mine.’

‘matty,’ you scream, pumping your fingers just right.

’need to see you come, too. break apart so you’re not so perfect. my pristine, pretty girl, drooling for me, screaming my name, working those little fingers…’

‘fuck—‘

‘you’re doing so well for me,’ he promises. his hand has lost any sense of regular rhythm, pumping with desperate abandon instead. ‘just like i though,’ he says, full of wonder. he seems so gone you’d figure he’s all in his head, but matty stares at you like he could lick up the frost off the cupcake. ‘of course you’d listen. of course you’d do just i say.’

‘fuck, i need—‘ it’s on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t get to say, a shattering orgasm taking you instead.

you open your jaw and dig your teeth in matty’s wrist, biting down the yells as waves of pure ecstasy shake through you. your head, never quite unattached before, blanks with the force of pleasure. you say his name, you think. or maybe not. in the end, you don’t think at all, and it is glorious.

matty’s close after you, screaming out your name shamelessly. the ropes of white cum hit your stomach and he draws out his last trembles before he falls atop you with a sigh.

your head’s all fuzzy as you lay there. ‘oh,’ you finally say once you regain speech. you trace a finger over his back, staring at the ceiling in quiet contemplation. oh, this is what it’s supposed to be.

‘yeah,’ matty murmurs in your hair. because he understands, of course he does. your lungs feel full and heavy.

he finally rises and you catch a glance to the mess between your two bodies. the cum is painted over both of your stomach. though matty doesn’t even bother wiping it off before he smirks, kissing down your sternum. his eyes flash up at you, full of mischief. ‘so you want me to eat you out, huh?’

#why is there a cyosa renaissance lowkey #ask #blurb #matty #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #smut #choose your own smut adventure #crablurb

[lottiecrabie]

pray for my soul series but mattys the religious one, and he’s pathetic and all! and the reader is the one corrupting him.

i fear reverse pfms does not make my brain brrrr… only like religious kink when the girl gets corrupted.. some freaky catholic thing must be wired in my brain…. The only pathetic loser i claim is tutor My baby🫶

#lottiecrabie is bad at writing sub men Except that one time i did it and it was really good and is now one of my most famous smuts #pray for my soul #ask #tutor!au

[lottiecrabie]

I have a linecook question. does he just wanna bang her from the beginning or is he at first like ‘lmao this girl is obsessed with me’

i always wrote him as attracted to her! he’s fucked other waitresses before so i think even devoid of any future possessiveness or potential romantic feelings, she’s still a pretty girl that’s Fresh Blood lol, so ofc he’d want her! but i think her obvious lack of experience (his corruption kink goes brrr), her being sort of Forbidden since she’s the boss’ daughter, and her genuinely having good banter with him and rizzing him up made him Want her. in both parts he tries to hold back his Manly Urges to dick her down and instead be Mature and Responsible (and then each time the threat of another guy swooping in makes him lose all coherent thought and finally fuck her), so i never saw him initially ‘turning her down’ as a sign of lack of interest from his part.

#funfact linecook reader has rizz cos i wrote her trying to make her different from pfms reader since they had similar Tropes #all accidental i just read myself back like Wait why is She flirting with him….. #linecook!au #ask

[lottiecrabie]

maam lottie there genuinely nothing you could write terribly be so serious

i’m honoured i could get it to haunt you and i may have scrolled quite far but let a girl hunt for her lottie crumbs okay 😭🤭

that little blurby just made my night i am awestruck i could never forget about them like it has genuinely occupied my mind for days ugh that idea about them dancing together or her fake seducing a guy for info and him just seething KILL ME!!!

it would have been sooo typical of lottiecrabie to introduce a fic as detective smut and then it’s just a genuine murder mystery😭 itll be you and me and this idea forever babe.. we might be alone but we Understand🤞

#u see the vision like no one else #ask

[lottiecrabie]

while you’re talking about gto, do you think matty and delilah are still together?

mmh. i feel like if you project Very far like in a Decade i genuinely couldn’t tell you. however, close to the events of galatea — like in the next few years — i do believe they are still together. when i wrote dead galatea take two, i had Instinctively written delilah as Aware of what had happened between them and also Jealous and Scared of it happening again.

again, i don’t know if i’d actually have ever wanted to go down that route, cos i believe the heartbreak and tragedy of delilah is her being so sweet and open and loving While this is all happening under her nose. (if she’s aware or not of the situation is up for interpretion ofc, and adds a degree of pain dependant on the reader’s masochism lol.) i’m sure she does Know at some point, at least after the album drops or matty maybe tells her, but i feel like the endearment of the character is her true goodness under these terrible circumstances. idk. im never gonna write galatea take two, so i never have to actually make a choice!

#this is all making me realize galatea works best with No sequel cos a canon future would ruin the greatness of the first part #which is it being Completely open ended #galatea take one #ask

[lottiecrabie]

miss lottiecrabbie i am asking you to reconsider the death of linecook with all the kindness in my heart🙏🏼 one last hurrah before the official death, for we shall be incredibly grateful. pleath

(no pressure)

i already did reconsider linecook death…. When i posted linecook2 🕺

#u guys are rewriting history Linecook was already revived once #maybe one day i’ll get bored and write a blurb #linecook!au #ask

[lottiecrabie]

lottie you were gone for so long that i now found myself s*g*r d*ddy <33

excuse me WHAT

#crabie can’t leave her crabettes alone too long they start acting out😭😭 #ask

[lottiecrabie]

me begging u to come home like an absent father

omg the cornershop line for milk was INSANE hi baby how are u

#the phone works both ways🙄🙄🙄 #hey i’m back one in a while🕺 #ask

[lottiecrabie]

Reporting your account for terrorism

I deserve it

#pretty sure this is hate but Ya that’s fair #ask

[lottiecrabie]

i‘m begging for another linecook!matty and bartender!george threesome 😮‍💨🥹🙏🏼

i fear the threesome was only plausible Before i actually wrote linecook cos now i realize there’s absolutely no way he would ever share her

#twas a nice fantasy before i had any characterization but in the canon of the story Oh 100% impossible #linecook!au #ask

[lottiecrabie]

this is so weird but there’s a bunch of songs I heard recently that reminded me so much of your fics

is it the new taylor swift album

#guilty as sin and all the Don’t pray for me mentions omg she’s asking for it #it’s also not weird Many people have given me pfms coded song before ! #pray for my soul #ask

[lottiecrabie]

it’s kinda crazy that only one of these is actually part of the big three

“oh well you haven’t read the big three” i have read the big three! i. i have read the big three.

#made this post too soon in my career… didn’t know what was coming..

[lottiecrabie]

#pray for my soul #crabie

[lottiecrabie]

hello maam lottie i would just like to say i was doing a deep dive of all the tags (as one does) and i came across this in a prof post

“also new au lmao. i see it in a miss fischer way like 1920s noir detective and you’re the eccentric socialite that helps him solve murders.”

and i would just like you to know i have been thinking about them and their banter and freaky sex in probably inappropriate places for days from this one (1) sentence Ok good night

friend i am so glad you brought it up i’ve had this in my drafts for literal months but figured no one remembered lol

it’s still an au i love like what a fun quirky little idea!! i was rewatching miss fischer recently and kept going Man this is too cool. if i remember correctly i never developed it any further because the historical au didn’t seem too fitting for a Modern Musician Tumblr Smut medium lol, as well as knowing myself and knowing i would get way too neurotic about it and need all this research on the Era and then i’d want to actually write a Mystery and i’d most likely be Terrible at that. alas!

i’d love to see matty all broody and fake-annoyed with reader meddling in his cases, but she’s objectively very helpful and sharp and becomes essential to solving crime. they meet when someone dies at one of the Socialite Soirée she attends and while he’s trying to interrogate the witnesses and clear the place, she’s just buzzing around him doing her own side investigation. she has some dazzling little risqué outfit and is sooo distracting. them sharing a glass of whiskey in his office every time they solve a case (and where they eventually end up fucking nasty on his desk lol). her bringing him to a high society soirée for an investigation and them dancing together For the cover of course. him showing her how to shoot since she Insists on putting herself into these gnarly situations with murderers. seducing a suspect for information and he’s Jealous. long trench coats and flapper dresses and they all smoke inside<33 ahhh what could have been

#now you got me thinking about this again It’s gonna haunt me ! #how long did you scroll to find that au mention😭 #ask