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crablurb masterlist

matty healy

eat me like a good boy – request

go back to sleep – request

call me when you’re bored – request

bi threesome and continuation (w other girl)

cheating

halloween

ghostface

studio (w george)

pray for my soul

cockwarming

morning sex

sex toy

fight

cross

drunk and morning after

matty’s parents

defending

boyfriend

sore

vacation

girlfriend and its twin

first date

proud

trick or treat

winter

don’t fuck the line cooks

cockwarming

threesome (w bartender!george)

fire escape

caught in the act

cat

virginity

socmed

to dust and bones

cockwarming

prequel

jealousy

stars

handcuffs

rockstar girlfriend

studio eating out

brits

professor!matty

cockwarming

raspberry

cyosa!matty

cuddle

galatea!matty

concert

ross macdonald

play me a song – request

george daniel

how’s your itch – request

thigh riding

studio (w matty)

bartender!george

threesome (w linecook!matty)

intense

lottiecrabie deep cuts, as a birthday treat

crabie quiz

how well do you know lottiecrabie fics

which lottiecrabie fic are you

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the 1975 concert boring ahh hell i might just

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crabie masterlist

matty healy

rockstar girlfriend

pray for my soul: part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.

to dust and bones: part one. part two.

warm me up

the last time

choose your own smut adventure: start. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. end.

don’t fuck the line cooks: part one. part two.

galatea, take one

anatomy

crablurb masterlist ao3

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pfms5 word game 💌

i am once again soooo bored at work so i am opening the pfms5 grave🕺 to the like probably five people still here rn send me an ask with a word and i will reveal a sentence with it from the dead google doc If it exists🕊️

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this part of pfms4 is underrated. the little housewife comment to I’m a feminist oh it makes me go feral

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happy easter everyone As a little blasphemous treat here’s how pfms started before i abandoned it<3

Faraway beyond the heavy wood doors, the sound of the organ resonates. It’s a deep, solemn melody, shaking up the insides of your ribs. Monotone voices rise just above it, though the words are drowned out through the walls. Against that very wall, drenched in the reds and blues of a Blessed Virgin Mary stained glass window, Matty kisses your neck. 

His hands are deep in the mane of your hair, his lips greedy against your skin. You tilt your head, panting, scratching at his back under that leather jacket of his. It’s a messy, hungry affair; rushed like the end of the world is near.