#abigail lambert

[eyelied2you]

Abby Lambert posting

I really like her a lot. I wanted to draw some of her outfits, plus a version of her if she was thrown into the Cycle too

[nightmaretherabbitsideblog2]

Abigail "Abby" Lambert

She's a beautiful woman in a suit-

[queenofcats17]

I got a request from the user Cccc on AO3 asking for a chapter where the better timeline Bendy folks end up in the Dreams Come to Life timeline and meet Ink Bendy.

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The employees of Joey Drew Studios were accustomed to strangeness. It was the nature of Joey Drew and his studio to be surrounded by one form of weirdness or another. Their creations coming to life, themselves being briefly transformed. All sorts of magic and mystery and mischief.

They were not, however, accustomed to alternate dimensions.

And yet, that was where they had found themselves.

One moment, they had all been in their normal places in the studio and the next things were....different. It was still the studio, but there was something...strange about it.

Sammy was up almost as soon as he felt it happen. He knew Joey had pulled some BS and he was going to give him a piece of his mind. The fact that the hallway outside his office looked different only strengthened his resolve. He was used to the studio changing form around him, as the amount of magic that saturated the studio made it prone to shifting and twisting, but Sammy found it annoying every time.

“Can’t wait to hear what he’s done this time,” he grumbled, setting determinedly off in the direction of Joey’s office. Only to run straight into Abby Lambert as he turned the corner.

Both of them were sent sprawling back, landing on the ground on their butts. Sammy was about to snap at whoever he’d collided with but bit his tongue when he saw it was Abby.

“...Sorry,” he said after a moment. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Abby looked up, clearly very startled by his genuine apology. She looked different too. More...tired. More disheveled. Much less put together than he was used to seeing her.

“Who are you and what have you done with Sammy Lawrence?” She demanded, getting to her feet.

“What are you talking about?” Sammy frowned, doing the same. “Am I not allowed to apologize when I make a mistake?”

“You never apologize,” Abby shot back.

Sammy made an annoyed growling sound. “Well if you don’t want to accept my apology then fine. I have places I need to be.” He brushed past her, continuing toward Joey’s office.

As he made his way through the studio, he noticed more strange things. Employees he didn’t recognize talking about things he didn’t understand. There was a distinct lack of magical miasma in the air, something that made him feel even more anxious than he already did. Everything felt...ordinary. Things hadn’t felt ordinary in the studio for a long time.

He could hear hushed voices on the other side of the door as he approached.

“Joey?” He called out, hand on the doorknob. “Are you there? We need to talk about something.”

“Ah, uh, just a minute!” Joey replied, sounding more than a little panicked. He opened the door a moment later, just a crack, looking just as panicked as he had sounded.

“Ah, hello, Sammy.” Joey forced a smile. “What, uh, what can I do for you?”

Through the crack in the door behind Joey, Sammy could see Susie, Henry, Norman, Wally, and Tom all crowded around Joey’s desk. They also looked to be some form of shaken or afraid.

“Does something seem...wrong to you?” Sammy asked, deliberately lowering his voice. “Like this isn’t our studio?” He wasn’t sure how Joey would respond to this question, since Abby seemed to know a different version of him.

Thankfully, Joey visibly relaxed, opening the door fully. “Oh thank God. I thought I was going to have to pretend to be whoever this world’s version of me is.”

“So, this isn’t our world?” Sammy felt fear beginning to claw at his ribs. Yes, he’d had a feeling this was a possibility, but to have it confirmed...

“It...doesn’t seem to be.” Joey gently pulled him in, closing the door behind them.

“How did this happen?!” Sammy demanded, attempting to cover his fear with anger.

“Your guess is as good as ours,” Henry said. He was leaning on Joey’s desk. He just looked...tired. Resigned. Sammy couldn’t help but wonder if Henry had also run into employees that knew a different him.

“It’s not Drew’s fault for once,” Tom added. “I was talking with him and Stein when it...” He paused, shaking his head and trying to compose himself. “When it happened.”

“My guess is it was something on this side,” Norman said. “Something this Drew did.”

“So how...How do we get back?” Sammy asked. He was starting to shake as the fear returned.

Susie was almost immediately at his side, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We’re...not sure,” she admitted. “But we’ll figure something out.”

Sammy could tell she was saying this not just for his benefit, but for her own. She had to believe they would get out of this. Sammy didn’t have to heart to tell her there was no guarantee of that.

“We were gonna go lookin’ for weird stuff,” Wally piped up. “But, y’know, everybody knows different versions of us so people might think it’s...weird?”

“Fuck them,” Sammy scoffed. “They already think we’re strange, don’t they? Why try to act normal now? Let’s go look for whatever weird shit brought us here.”

There was a moment of silence before the collective employees began to laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?!” Sammy demanded, his face going a bit red.

“It’s just a very “you” way of looking at things,” Joey said, slapping Sammy’s shoulder.

“Leave it to you to cut through all the bullshit,” Henry agreed with a chuckle.

“It’s a good thing,” Susie assured Sammy, squeezing his arm. “I think we were all getting too in our heads.”

“Let’s get going.” Tom started to head toward the door, clearly trying to hide his own laughter.

The group made their way out of Joey’s office, all still giggling a bit. Together, they made their way through the studio, down to the lower levels where Tom thought his other self might have installed the Ink Machine.

“How do you know this studio even has one?” Sammy asked as they made their way through the darkened corridors.

“There were correspondences with GENT in the other me’s desk,” Joey supplied.

“And blueprints for the machine,” Tom added. “So it has to be here.”

“Feels spooky down here...” Wally shivered, moving closer to the others as he glanced nervously around the corridors. They were in the lower levels of the studio now, where it didn’t seem many people ventured.

“Good. It means we won’t be bothered,” Tom said.

“Hey, guys?” The group turned toward Henry, who stood in front of a door. “I think I found something.”

The door stood out from everything else in the studio, large and seemingly made of iron. There was a little window in the upper portion with iron bars in it, and a heavy iron bar above a keyhole keeping it shut.

“Well, that doesn’t look ominous at all,” Susie laughed nervously.

“Looks too small to be housing the Ink Machine,” Norman murmured, sidling over to size up the door and the room beyond. “But something strange is definitely here.”

“Should we go in?” Joey asked, looking around at the group.

“It seems worth checking out.” Sammy folded his arms protectively around himself.

“Even if it isn’t the ink machine, it might tell us something about this place,” Tom agreed.

Joey pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket that he’d presumably taken from his other self’s desk and started trying each one until he finally found the correct one. His hands were shaking, although he tried to hide it. Henry put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles with his thumb.

“Thank you,” Joey whispered before fitting the key into the lock and pulling back the iron bar.

The room inside was small but dark. They could vaguely make out a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, as well as the shape of a table in the middle of the room.

“Wonder what the other Drew’s using this place for,” Norman said, looking around.

“It can’t be anything good,” Tom remarked darkly.

Suddenly, something moved in the corner, causing several of the group members to scream and move away, including Joey. Tom, Norman, Susie, and Henry stayed where they were, though, determined to meet whatever resided in the room head-on.

They were all both surprised and horrified when what emerged from the shadows was...a deformed Bendy. It was tall and thin, its proportions human and skeletal. It limped toward them, eyes covered with dripping ink and a wide smile on its face.

“What is that?” Sammy gasped.

“And why’s it bein’ kept in here?” Wally frowned.

Henry stepped forward, meeting the strange Bendy and cradling its head in his hands, even if he had to get on his toes a bit to do so.

“Oh, Ben...” He whispered, running his thumb over the cheek area of the creature. “What has he done to you?”

The strange Bendy tilted its head to the side, reaching out to hold Henry’s face in its hands as well. It gently turned Henry’s face before letting go and turning its attention to the rest of the group. It made a noise that almost sounded questioning, taking a step toward them.

Sammy instinctively took a step back.

The strange Bendy stopped at this, stepping back.

“It doesn’t seem dangerous,” Tom said, stepping up to the strange Bendy.

“Why is he keeping it in here?” Joey stepped inside as well, turning on the light to look around better.

With the light on, they saw just how small and bare the room truly was. There was the table in the center of the room, and very little else. A bookshelf sat in the corner, with a few notebooks on the shelves. There was a puddle of ink in the corner where they’d seen movement. That seemed to be where the Ink Demon had been.

“How can he keep it in a place like this?” Susie’s brow furrowed.

“This’d be kind of a shitty place to even keep an animal.” Wally’s brow was also furrowed, although it was harder to see under the shadow of his hat.

The strange Bendy just watched as they crowded in, standing politely to the side.

“If you’ll excuse my language,” Norman said. “I think this other Drew’s a bit of a bastard.”

“That seems about right.” Tom had gone over to the bookshelf, beginning to thumb through some of the notebooks.

Sammy still didn’t want to be near the strange Bendy, so he stayed to the side.

“We have to take him with us when we leave,” Henry said. He was still near the creature, standing near it with an almost paternal protectiveness.

“You don’t think that’d mess with the universes or anything?” Wally asked.

“We can’t leave him.” Henry’s voice left no room for argument.

“Alright, we’ll take him with us,” Joey assured him, touching Henry’s shoulder. “But we need to figure out how to get home first.”

“You getting anything from those notebooks, Connor?” Norman glanced over at Tom, who was still flipping through the notebooks.

“Mm.” Tom had already been frowning when they’d entered, but now his frown had deepened. Whatever he was seeing, he obviously didn’t like it. “I’m getting something alright.”

“Any clues on how to get us home?” Joey asked hopefully.

“I’m not sure,” Tom admitted, closing the notebook. “But it’s a start.”

“I guess it’s going to take some time to get back, huh?” Susie sighed.

“I guess so.” Joey looked visibly disappointed, although he tried to hide it, forcing a smile. “But we will get home! I promise!”

The group wasn’t sure if they believed him. But they very much wanted to.

[adambarrettz]

[axel0715]

A very interesting movie

[geekcavepodcast]

Moana 2 "Moana is Back!" Featurette

"After receiving an unexpected call from her wayfinding ancestors, Moana must journey to the far seas of Oceania and into dangerous, long-lost waters for an adventure unlike anything she’s ever faced." (Walt Disney Company) This time she has a crew, though.

Moana 2 stars the voice talents of Auli'i Cravalho (Moana), Dwayne Johnson (Maui), Rachel House (Tala - Moana's grandma), Temuera Morrison (Chief Tui - Moana's father), Nicole Scherzinger (Sina - Moana's mother), Hualālai Chung (Moni), David Fane (Kele), Rose Matafeo (Loto), Awhimai Fraser (Matangi), Gerald Ramsey (Tautai Vasa - Moana's ancestor), and Khaleesi Lambert-Tsuda (Simea - Moana's sister). David Derrick Jr., Jason Hand, and Dana Ledoux Miller direct. Music is by Abigail Barlow and Emily Bear, Opetaia Foa'i, and Mark Mancina. The film is written by Jared Bush and Dana Ledoux Miller.

Moana 2 hits theaters on November 27, 2024.

[thenerdsofcolor]

'Moana 2' Conservation Featurette Inspires Explorers to Protect Oceans

To celebrate the forthcoming release of Walt Disney Animation Studio’s Moana 2, fans are invited to join Disney, National Geographic Pristine Seas, and Polynesian Voyaging Society to celebrate the explorer and Moana in all of us and answer the call to protect our oceans together.  And they have released a featurette to help inspire the conservationist in us all. Continue reading ‘Moana 2’…

[tangerinesgirl]

Pull Some Strings

** SPOILERS FOR ABIGAIL (2024) **

Fem!Reader x Frank/Adam Barrett (Abigail)

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: 18+, explicit

Warnings: smut, denied orgasm, GodComplex!Frank, JOI, degradion, Frank swearing a lot (as usual), pet names, vaguely non con if you squint bc mind control

Summary: You've been flirting with Frank the entire evening. He tests his new vampire powers and turns you into his puppet. Things get freaky.

Notes: this seems too good to not have been done before, I did have a search beforehand so I'm sorry if it does exist! We need more Frank smut ASAP! Also, reader has nipple piercings in this and there's use of Y/N.

You jump awake with a burning hot pain in your neck. You reach to touch the wound but you find nothing there. Memories start to play in your mind, how Frank willingly accepted the offer to be turned into a monster, while you sat on the floor helpless. You were heartbroken that he could turn into a traitor like that, after the two of you fighting so hard together, but the other part of you couldn't keep your eyes off him, seeing him covered in blood, moaning as Lambert gave him his new life. You watch in horror as he stakes Lambert through the heart, you try to grab the shelf behind you to get up, but Frank stamps on your arm, breaking it instantly. You scream as he pulls your hair, exposing your neck to him.

Frank whispers in your ear, "I'm going to make you my puppet, and we're going to have a little fun". You whimper as he pecks a little kiss on the side of your mouth, and dives his teeth into your neck. You can feel yourself getting colder, your body twitching as you loose consciousness.

*

"Y/N....you are mine"

The sound of Frank's voice lures you back awake. You're in a bedroom somewhere, but you can tell you're still in this god forsaken house. "Oh good you're awake". You look around the room instinctively trying to find the source of the voice.

"What's going on?"

"Keep up sweetheart, did you not pay attention to what happened to Sammy? Or were you too busy trying to get me to fuck your brains out?"

Your mind jumps back to how you flirted playfully with Frank the whole evening. The car ride where you were zipping your hoodie down to make your breasts pop out. When you brushed past him to open the door. The way you would look at his lips, and chew the bottom of yours every time he gave the crew orders. You found him very attractive, and the dominance was a huge turn on for you.

You sit next to him at the bar in the house, "You know, I'm very much into the hot boss scenario". Your hand brushes against his as you reach for your drink. In a split second, Frank pins your hand to the counter and grabs your neck with the other one, "You're really going to flirt with me when we have bigger fucking problems right now?"

Everyone in the group stares at you as you go bright red from embarrassment. You decide to roll with it, liking how agitated Frank is getting at your advances. Afterall you've nothing to loose, no one will know your true name after this. You moan loudly with a "oh yes, harder daddy". Frank lets you go in disgust. He spits out a "fucking whore" under his breath. You hear him and giggle, "only for you" and blow him a kiss as he walks away.

*

Your mind snaps back to reality. "I know how you like being told what to do, and I'm curious to see if this actually fucking worked first time... So...Frank says, take off your hoodie". You immediately unzip your hoodie without a moment's thought, "What the fuck?"

"Frank says undo your bra". You do as he says, part of you is very much into him finally reciprocating what you've been putting down the whole evening, even in these circumstances.

"Frank says play with your nipples". You moan as you grab your breasts and tug gently on your nipples.

"Wait I can feel something cold...do you have piercings? That's fucking hot... Frank says undo your belt". The belt clinks to the floor, you can somehow tell that Frank is doing the same, wherever he is.

"Frank says undo your buttons". You unzip your jeans, and dip your hand in further, you can feel the wetness growing in your underwear as you try and find some kind of friction.

"Frank says stop. Frank didn't say to do that now, did he?"

You shake your head.

"Use your words"

"No"

"No what?"

"No sir"

"Good girl. Now. Frank says to circle your fucking clit. Slowly"

You moan softly, it's painful for you not to do anything else right now.

"Frank says stop"

The slow orders are making you impatient, you need more of a release, "please".

"Please what?"

"I need more"

"Then you fucking wait"

You can feel Frank playing with his cock, it pains you that you can't see, but you can feel him growing hard, the pre cum on his hands. You can even hear his subtle moans as he palms himself.

"Frank says dip your index finger into your pussy".

You sigh in relief as your hand finally enters you.

"Frank says insert another finger"

You fuck yourself open, Frank can hear the sound of your wetness and swears under his breath.

"You sound fucking soaked, the sound of my voice gets you this wet huh? Now...play with your clit".

You start to do so and Frank laughs, "Frank didn't say "Frank says" now did he?"

You cry out in agitation, "Frank please".

"Nah ah, what do you call me?"

"Sorry, sir"

"That's better baby. Frank says touch your clit"

You can feel yourself getting closer, Frank can too. "I'm going to cum Fr-sir, please can I cum?".

"Frank says stop"

"No!" You whimper as you pull your hands out of you. Denying you of your orgasm makes Frank's come quicker, the power over you as well as being a newly turned vampire makes him feel like a God. He takes off his shirt as he starts to cum on his chest. You can feel the hot liquid on your chest too. Your hands feel around but there's nothing there. You're really pissed off, but still very much aroused. Frank moans as he continues to empty himself on his chest, it seems to last forever. As he finally comes to a stop, he lets out one last big moan. "Do you want to taste?"

Part of you wants to give him the silent treatment for the way he just used you, but you say "yes sir" like the good puppet you are.

Frank takes a finger of his cum off his chest and wipes it on his lips. He licks it up with his tongue. You can feel the taste slowly seeping into your mouth, you bite your lip and swirl your tongue around, lapping up every invisible drop. It's salty, with a hint of iron, but oddly creamy at the same time.

"I think that was a pretty successful test, wouldn't you say, Y/N?"

You finally find your backbone after Frank and his stupid voice turned it into mush, "Fuck you".

"Oh I will, right after I kill me a vampire"

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Can I request Frank x reader where both of them are dating but they don’t know the other took the Abigail job, so they are shocked (but hide it) to see the other on the job

The job

Warnings: none!

They were in their bed asleep while he’s getting ready for the Abigail mission. He had made sure the night before not to tell them where he was off to, because he didn’t want them to follow him. He wasn’t afraid of them finding out what kind of job he did, but he was afraid for them to be seeing Lazar again

When he left; they woke up, and noticed he was missing from their bed. They also remembered that they needed to take care of the same kid to get money. They really needed to pay their rent this month, and they had recently gotten out of their position of being an officer

They get out of their bed, and went over to put their outfit on. Frank had already gotten Abigail, and was heading over towards the place to keep her ransom at. They got a call from Lambert telling them to meet at the place too, since Abigail was there

When they got there, they noticed the other two cars that were there already. They get out of their rented white van, and wonder why they bothered to begin with to rent it. They had their mask tucked safely into their pocket as they entered. The rest of the crew seemed in distress to see the door opening. “Relax it’s just your other teammate” Lambert said as they had now entered the place

Frank was in shock, but didn’t express it. First rule: don’t get personal. “Perfect timing, I just got the crew to give up their phones” he gestured his hand to give them a phone to him. “I don’t have a phone. It’s too expensive” they lied, and only Frank knew it was a lie. Lambert nods his head as he walks off now

The rest of the crew walked off to explore the place, except for Frank. They just now noticed him, and was in shock. They did show it however, since no one else was in sight to their shocked face. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked in shock. “I also have my secrets of what I’m doing. I thought you’d judge me since I used to be a cop” they explained, which makes him pull them in for a kiss

They quickly pulled apart; “I think it’s sexy. I would’ve told you had I known.” “Oh well! At least we both got a pleasant surprise” they admitted, which makes him smile

[domripley]

Lesson to Be Learned

pairing: joey (abigail 2024) x reader

warnings: voyeurism, daddy kink, fingering, degradation, face slapping, strapon use, mentions open relationship.

kinktober 23/24’: voyeurism

summary: you tease joey by trying to flirt with frank, and although you have a job to do, she needs to teach you a lesson. a lesson in front of the whole crew.

word count: 1.6k

edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰 | gif credit

You bit your lip as Frank continued to talk about something you really didn’t care about, but you continued to pretend that you did. You could feel your girlfriend Joey’s eyes burning into you, making it harder for you to avoid turning towards her and smirking. Frank wasn’t your first choice, but if you went with Sammy, Joey would be all for it. She couldn’t stand Frank and neither could you - that’s what made this perfect.

“Oh yeah?” you asked in a flirtatious tone, hoping Frank would take the bait. You thought he was gross, but you knew Joey would get worked up.

He leaned in, looking into your eyes, “Why don’t we head upstairs to the room I picked out and we can get to know each other better?”

“I’d love that, Frank…” you said, trailing your fingertips over his forearm. You smiled as you watched goosebumps form all over him. When he bit his lip, you licked yours.

As the two of you began to walk out of the room, hand in hand, you noticed the worried expression on both Sammy and Peter.

“Not cool, man,” Dean huffed, realizing you turned down his advances earlier just to flirt with Frank.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea, (Your Nickname),” Peter said out loud.

You turned to look at him, but instead, you saw your girlfriend storming towards the two of you. You let go of Frank’s hand, jumping a little as Joey got in his face.

“Go away and if I catch you trying to talk to her again, we’re going to have a fucking problem. Got it?” she snapped, watching as Frank looked down at the ground, shaking his head in defeat.

“Yeah, I got it,” was all he said, glaring at Sammy and Peter, who were laughing at him.

You bit your lip nervously as Joey got in your face next. “What are you doing, (Your Nickname)? Whoring yourself out to everyone in front of me? Hm?” she asked, her face cold as she stared you down.

“That’s- no-“ you began, but Joey cut you off. She grabbed you by the throat - squeezing hard before loosening up her grip.

“This is why I tried to tell Lambert to not bring both of you here: the drama,” Frank groaned.

Joey finally broke her gaze on you to glare at him. “Shut the fuck up, Frank.”

“Sammy, should we go into the other room?” Peter suggested. He got out of the chair he was in, but Sammy shook her head.

“Oh no, this is getting way too good to leave now,” she said with a laugh. Peter nodded, taking another shot of vodka before sitting back down.

“You know what, baby?” Joey said, looking around at everyone before turning her attention back to you.

“Wh-What?” you asked, unsure where she was going to go with this. Even after two years of dating, you realized she could still be unpredictable at times.

“If you want to be such a whore for everyone, even though we’ve got a job to do, I think we should give them a show. What do you think?” Joey asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I think you should!” Sammy called out, smiling when you rolled your eyes at her.

Joey slapped you hard across the face, making you fall to your knees. “Apologize to Sammy for rolling your eyes at her, slut,” she ordered, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. She forced you to turn around to face the blonde.

“I-I’m sorry for rolling my eyes at you, Sammy,” you whimpered.

Sammy licked her lips as Peter shifted in his seat. You looked down at the floor, noticing how strained his cock was in his pants.

“It’s okay!” she said, her face bright red as she looked from you to Joey.

“This is your first and last warning: if you don’t want to watch this you can leave the room,” Joey warned.

You looked around the room, waiting for someone to leave. To your surprise, everyone sat down in the seat nearest them. They kept their eyes on you as Sam helped you to your feet.

“Strip,” Joey said, and you did as you were told.

Slowly, you pulled your shirt off, setting it down on the pool table gently. You were nervous - the whole team was watching as you continued to get undressed.

“Oh (Your Nickname) is very pretty,” Peter commented, making you whimper.

Once your bra was off and on the pool table, Joey led you to the end of it, away from everyone else before bending you over it. She was growing impatient, reaching in front of you from behind to unbuckle your belt. Joey pulled it out with one swift motion, earning an annoyed sound from Frank.

Joey stopped her moments to look at Frank. “If you have a problem you can either shut the fuck up and watch, or leave the room. Your choice,” she snapped before pulling your pants and underwear down roughly. Joey didn’t give you any time to adjust, pushing your face down against the pool table by the back of your head as she slipped two fingers into you.

“You’re so fucking wet. Is it for me or for everyone watching you get used like the worthless whore you are?” Joey asked, curling her fingers as she fucked you at rough pace.

“I wanna see her tits, Joey,” Peter stated. Both Rickles and Sammy nodded in agreement, earning a smirk from Joey. You refused to open your eyes, knowing by how close Peter’s voice was that he had gotten closer to the pool table.

“You will, I just need to get her all nice and ready before I give her my cock,” Joey admitted. You felt your face burn in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut as you found yourself closer to your orgasm.

”Daddy,” you whimpered, remembering Joey’s rules. ”I’m so close, please, please let me come.”

Joey didn’t say anything, adding a third finger as she continued to fuck you with her fingers. You thought she didn’t hear you, so started to speak up, “Please let me c-“

Joey cut you off, pulling her fingers out of you before slapping your pussy. She moved back a little, giving her some space to unbuckle her own belt. Unzipping her pants and pulling them down to her knees, Joey wasted no time aligning the strapon with your entrance.

“Should she get my cock? Or should she work for it?” Joey questioned, looking around to see everyone’s faces.

“I think you should fuck her,” Sammy spoke up.

“I agree,” Dean stated.

Joey smirked when Rickles licked his lips and nodded while Peter continued to stare at you. You were overwhelmed by all the attention you were getting, but you wanted to make Joey happy.

“Please fuck me, Daddy. M’need you to fuck me,“ you pleaded, hoping that Joey would give in since everyone was watching.

“I think you shouldn’t fuck her just yet,” Frank huffed. Joey turned to look at him and when she saw that his cock was out, she slammed the strapon into you without giving you time to adjust as she started at a rough pace.

”Oh fuck!” you cried, Joey pulling you up so everyone could see your tits.

“Fuck, (Your Nickname), you’ve got gorgeous tits,” Peter commented.

You closed your eyes as he began to pull his pants down, causing him to frown. “Joey, she’s got her eyes closed,” he said.

Joey stopped her thrusts, staying completely still as she grabbed you by your neck from behind. “You keep your eyes open, got it?”

“G- Got it,” you said, taking a deep breath before Joey picked up the pace again.

Joey fucked you at a bruising pace, and as your orgasm approached embarrassingly fast, you forgot that the others were watching.

“Such a good fucking girl, taking Daddy’s cock like the whore you are,” Joey moaned. “You’d love it if they all used you, huh?”

When you didn’t answer her, Joey slapped your ass as hard as she could. “I asked you a question, fuckin’ answer it. Don’t get stupid just because they’re watching you get fucked.”

“I- would, Daddy. I’d fucking love it!” you cried out. You looked over at Sammy, who had her hand wrapped around Peter’s thick cock as she continued to watch Joey fuck you.

“Fuck,” Rickles licked his lips, watching carefully as his cock strained against his pants. You were surprised that he was holding out this whole time - refusing to take his attention off both Joey and you.

“I’m so close,” you moaned.

Joey continued to fuck you at the same pace she had been. “Yeah? Come on my cock while they all watch.”

Joey let go of you, allowing you to have your head on the pool table as she fucked you. You came quietly, biting your lip as she fucked you through your orgasm. Embarrassed with how fast you came, you hid your face, despite what Joey had told you. Joey pulled out of you, pushing you down onto your knees.

“Clean your mess up,” Joey said, forcing the strapon into your mouth. She wasted no time, fucking your throat as she held you in place. You gagged, trying your best to relax as the tip of the toy hit the back of your throat.

When you gagged again, Joey stopped her movements. Slapping your face not once, but twice before she snapped, “I thought I trained you to not gag on my cock?”

Joey slapped your face once more before pulling the toy out of your mouth. Then she looked around, asking, “Who wants a turn with her?”

[blackwolfstabs]

ABIGAIL | Werewolf AU HCs (requested by @simpingforclaudette)

THE PACK ────── FROM RATS TO WOLVES

FRANK

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Frank is definitely an alpha and sees himself as the pack leader, not only in being the primary in affiliation with Lambert, but as a former detective, he can't handle not being in control.

he's used to being on his own, which is why he's the most aggressive. he hasn't had to "teamwork" with anyone, so when he can't do things his way, he possesses aggressive, almost feral, behavior.

he HATES commands or simulating any kind of domestic-dog affiliations.

he's constantly scratching and grooming himself, due to stress. it's hard for him to sit still.

he will challenge ANYONE for dominance and will even go to killing to prove himself as an alpha.

guard-dog material but snobbish, so he picks and chooses who he defends.

PETER

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Peter looks like an alpha, but he doesn't have any controlling tendencies or desires.

he'd take being a lone wolf over being in a pack, because he doesn't like taking directions. he likes to do whatever he wants.

he looks to Frank as the alpha and Rickles as the deputy of the pack.

he's desperate to imprint on someone and sees himself as more of a domestic dog than a wild animal. in other words, he thinks he's a lapdog.

When he was younger, he would hunt for fun, because he enjoyed the thrill of it.

he's the most skittish of the pack, choosing to flee from a vampire, cat, enemy before fight. however, his fear makes him highly aggressive when cornered.

SAMMY

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Sammy is very much the puppy of the pack. she has the most energy and expresses it through her feelings, which makes her appear to be the most dramatic.

she's a follower and sees Joey as the female alpha. if asked, she'd say Joey is the pack leader, rather than Frank, and will lick her as a sign of respect.

she's the only one in the pack that wears a collar.

she has the best hearing of the pack, which leaves her to be moderately observant and curious. yes, she's a star for the iconic head-tilt that German Shepherds are commonly known for haha.

she's a very vocal wolf. she barks, howls, whines, etc. the most.

as impulsive, young, and careless as she seems, she has the most control over phasing.

DEAN

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Dean is a lone wolf, but he doesn't know a stranger. He lives primarily as a scavenger, eating off of scraps left behind by other predators or werewolves.

he's a full-blooded omega, friendly, chill, and very submissive; however, he's very good at problem-solving. he's the escape-artist of the pack.

he will do anything for a bribe: treats, money, bones, toys, etc.

he will chase anything that moves, especially small animals, but often runs into everything while doing it.

he knows no boundaries, so he doesn't hesitate to get into the business of other wolves when they're eating, grooming, sleeping, etc. they get mad and snap at him, but he keeps coming back.

he's the only one of the pack that likes water/will swim.

RICKLES

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Rickles was born to be in a pack. coming from a military background, he's the most reliable for protection, even if he doesn't get along with everyone.

he's the best hunter of the pack, with a good sense of direction.

he possesses strong alpha energy but will acknowledge Frank as the pack leader. however, like Sammy, he does value Joey as the female alpha and shows great respect for her.

he's the calmest in stressful situations and is the first to keep the others in line, possessing a strong herding instinct. he will bite the scruffs of the others, when they're acting too out-of-line or as a protective gesture, the way a pup would be grabbed when correcting behavior or placement.

he hates being blindsided or being in a submissive position.

he's the most spontaneous phaser and often uses markings on trees and howling as a form of communication.

JOEY

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Joey is the female alpha of the pack by nature, even though Sammy & Rickles already see her as one.

she's the most reserved of the pack and the best tracker, having the best sense of smell.

due to her being a mother and a medic, she's very gentle.

she's very mouthy, even though she's well out of puppyhood. she uses her jaws like hands and chews on many different things, especially when she's feeling stressed or anxious.

she knows many commands the way a domestic dog would, however she only does them for Abigail. her "shake" symbolizes their pinky-promise.

she's the most agile of the pack, able to move quick and efficiently, very much like one would expect of a Border Collie or Belgian Shepherd.

these lowkey turned out to be more like normal wolf headcanons, instead of werewolf ones, because i didn't add any werewolf lore but oh well. i hope you like them anyways! if not, i'm sorry 🩶🩶🩶

[eyelied2you]

Art show

I wanted to redraw that one part of the museum scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off with this trio.

Also, shout out to Abby Lambert, guys. Love her 🫶

[endofradio]

FRAGMENTS OF FEAR — CHAPTER 3: NO COMPASSION

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

WARNINGS: n/a

NOTES: at this point me writing this fic is just my attempt at keeping the abigail/dan stevens tumblr fandom alive. hopefully cuckoo brings back the dan stevens stans. also keep ur eyes peeled for the 4th and 5th chapters… they’re gonna be a bit… 🫣 especially the 5th one.

SUMMARY: sylvie and sammy spend some time at the bar lounge conversing and getting to know each other, and things only get more awkward and tense between her and frank. joey then reveals some concerning information told to her by abigail. frank decides to take matters into his own hands, and… well, that doesn’t end up going the way he had planned.

WORD COUNT: 2,441

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“What happened?”

Sylvie sat on a barstool next to Sammy, trying to keep her distance from Frank, who was nursing another glass of whiskey. “Don’t worry about it.” She muttered. “Just… had to talk about something.”

Dean was now sitting in an armchair, drinking from a whole bottle of liquor, a joint in his other hand. “It’s too fuckin’ quiet in here.” He complained. “Play some music on the radio or somethin’…”

Peter walked over to the radio that was sitting on the bar counter and turned it on, adjusting some of the dials. Soon, “Young Americans,” a Bowie tune Sylvie particularly enjoyed, started playing. That perked her up a bit.

“You sure?” Sammy asked, tapping her polished nails against her glass of whiskey.

Sylvie nodded. “Yeah. Like I said, don’t worry about it.”

Sammy shrugged. “Fair enough. Anyways, what’s your name again? Ava, right? I mean, that’s probably not your real name, but we can’t use our real names here, anyway.”

Sylvie hesitated a little before answering. “Uh… yeah. Call me Ava.”

“You must feel really confused about why you’re here.” Sammy then remarked with a small chuckle. “I mean, you ended up joining in on this whole… thing… a bit later.”

Sylvie slowly nodded. “Yeah… I’d say ‘confused’ is probably an understatement. What exactly is this all about, anyway? Why are we all here at this specific place?”

Sammy sighed, taking a sip of whiskey. “To put it simply… we have to babysit a kid.”

Frank, who had clearly been overhearing their conversation, let out a scoff. “Babysitting? That’s a light way to put it. A euphemism for ‘kidnapping.’”

Sylvie turned to shoot a glare at Frank, before looking back at Sammy. “Kidnapping?” She repeated, her eyes narrowing. “Are you telling me we’re holding a child hostage?”

Sammy shrugged. “Pretty much.” She answered. “Look, it’ll be good money. Think we’ll all end up getting, like, millions of dollars as our little reward. What’s wrong with free money?”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I just leave? I don’t want to be part of this… this is fucking wrong.”

“Joey wasn’t happy either, but there’s no turning back now. Don’t need Lambert kicking our asses, either.” Sammy took another sip of whiskey, her voice as nonchalant as ever.

“Who’s Lambert?” Sylvie carefully asked. She was only growing more confused by the second.

“Our boss, I guess,” Sammy answered. “He was the one who wanted us for this whole mission. Since you were brought here, that must’ve meant you were wanted, too.” She raised an eyebrow. “Though, you don’t exactly strike me as the criminal type. Hm, why would Lambert want you here…?”

Frank let out an annoyed sigh and picked up his glass of whiskey, moving to sit next to Sylvie. His gaze darted between the two women, finally landing on Sammy with a bit of a smart-ass look on his face. “Ooh, trust me. She’s not as innocent as she looks…”

“Why’d you say that?” Sammy curiously asked, raising an eyebrow.

Frank shrugged, his smirk remaining. “I can pick people apart rather easily.” He casually answered. “Joey’s a junkie, little miss Ava over here’s far from being perfect, too. Ya think Joey’s got a talent for reading people? Well, so do I.”

Sylvie could feel her chest start to tighten again. Frank always had a talent for making a situation quite uncomfortable very quickly.

“Comes with being a cop. I’m not fuckin’ stupid.” Frank continued, taking another sip of whiskey.

Sammy rolled her eyes, unfazed by Frank’s tough-guy demeanor. “Whatever you say.” She muttered, before looking over in Peter’s direction. While Sammy and Peter were having their conversation, Frank turned his attention back to Sylvie.

“You better not be a pain in my ass while we’re both here.” He muttered, finishing the rest of his glass of whiskey. He lazily tapped his fingers against the glass, eyeballing it carefully.

Sylvie raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of talk coming from the very person who enjoys trying to piss me off.”

Frank quietly chuckled at Sylvie’s words. “Yeah, yeah, I know…” he murmured before his voice took on a more serious tone. “I’m just taking my job here very seriously. I don’t need anyone getting in my way, including you.”

Sylvie was about to speak when Joey soon appeared, taking a seat at the bar lounge next to Frank.

“How’s the kid?” Frank asked, not even bothering to look at Joey. He kept his gaze fixated on the empty glass in front of him.

“She’s fine,” Joey answered, but something in her voice conveyed a sense of concern. “Look, I don’t need to know who the girl’s father is, but do you know?”

Sylvie narrowed her eyes at Joey’s question. What was so important about the kid’s father?

“No, why?” Frank answered, still not meeting Joey’s gaze.

“She just implied that her father might be a particularly violent man.”

Frank took off his glasses, letting out a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose before putting them back on. An annoyed smile formed on his face. “Wow. She implied that, did she? Of course, she fuckin’ implied that. She’s scared. She wants to rattle you.”

Despite Frank’s reaction, Sylvie was starting to feel worried herself. “No, listen to her.” She said, glancing at Joey. Maybe it was the fact she knew what it was like to have… not-so-great people as parents, but something in Sylvie was making her… wonder.

“Why should I listen to her?” Frank scoffed, rolling his eyes. “She’s a kid. Kids lie.”

“What exactly did she say?” Sylvie asked, looking at Joey carefully.

“She… apologized. She implied that something… not good is going to happen.” Joey explained. “Based on everything she said, her father sounds like he could be a possible threat.”

Then, she looked back at Frank. “That’s why I’m asking you — do you know who her father is? If you used to be a detective, then surely you might have an idea of who he could be.”

Frank sighed again and turned to look at Joey, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh my God, you’re gonna be a real pain in my ass, aren’t you? There’s one in every crew.”

“No, sir. I just don’t scare easy, so when I do, I pay attention.”

Joey then rose from her seat, turning around to leave. Once she vanished, Sylvie glanced at Frank. “Why’s the kid’s father so important?” She asked. “Must be quite serious if she wants to know.”

“Well, he’s wealthy as shit. That’s why the kid’s with us right now.”

“So, she’s being held for ransom...” Sylvie quietly observed, mostly to herself. “Still, especially if her father’s dangerous after all, can’t we just… return her to her family? I mean, I feel really bad for her. She’s only a kid.”

Frank scoffed. “$50 million is a lot of fuckin’ money, y’know. You’re here, so you might as well just be as bad as the rest of us.”

Frank paused for a moment, appearing deep in thought. “Y’know what, I think I’ll go talk to the damn kid myself.”

Sylvie felt a tinge of nervousness at Frank’s idea. With the way he was, she didn’t trust him to be around a child at all, especially if he was confronting said child. “Talking” for Frank most likely meant “threatening.”

“You’re not gonna hurt her… right?” Sylvie asked, her tone serious.

Frank shrugged. “I will if I have to. The fuck are you gonna do about it, anyway?”

“Stop you, obviously.”

Frank let out a snide chuckle. “I’d love to see you try. You wouldn’t even kill a fly if you had to.”

He got up from his seat and stormed off in the direction of the girl’s room. Sylvie stayed back for a little bit, but then she decided to go after him, determined to make sure he didn’t lay a finger on her. Even though she didn’t know the girl at all, Sylvie still felt an almost instinctual need to make sure nothing happened to her. She was a child, after all.

As Sylvie followed Frank’s path, she could hear the sound of a door opening, followed by his voice and… screaming. A child screaming.

“You see my face? You see my fuckin’ face? Huh? Are you lyin’ to me?”

“Goddamnit.” Sylvie hissed under her breath. She started to run towards the room, and sure enough, Frank was holding the girl at gunpoint. She looked terrified, and it made Sylvie feel a pang of anger.

“You fuckin’ lyin’ to me? Don’t lie to me. What color are my eyes? What color are my eyes?! It’s a simple fuckin’ question, kid!”

“I didn’t see your face!”

“Well… good! Who the fuck is your father?”

“Put the fucking gun down, right now.”

The girl and Frank both turned around to look at Sylvie and the kid only looked even more terrified.

“He’s gonna hurt me!” She whimpered, clutching onto a blanket for support. “Don’t let him hurt me.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Frank snapped, shooting Sylvie a sharp glare. “Back the fuck off. This is a private matter.”

Sylvie took a deep, shaky breath. “Just… put the gun down. There’s no need to point it at her.”

Instead, Frank ignored her, looking back at the girl. “I’ll ask it again. Who the fuck is your father?”

The girl’s eyes anxiously darted between Sylvie and Frank but lingered on Sylvie’s face for a couple of seconds longer, almost as though she recognized her. Then, she looked back at Frank.

“Jo… Joey said you didn’t want to know.”

“Well, fuck Joey! I do wanna know!”

Frank turned to face Sylvie again, his eyes narrowing. “What the fuck are you doing? She’s not supposed to see your fuckin’ face!”

Shit.

“Fuck— I’ll… I’ll go.”

As Sylvie started to hurry away from the bedroom, she froze when she faintly heard the girl mention a particular name — Kristof Lazar. Sylvie had heard that name before, but from where?

Wait a second.

As Sylvie returned to the bar lounge, she suddenly remembered memories from around five years ago. Charlie — the man from her college that she knew. He had mentioned a “Lazar” on numerous occasions and from the information Sylvie had heard, he was a dangerous man. It couldn’t possibly be the same guy… right?

Sylvie took a deep breath and tried to brush it all aside, taking a seat at the bar lounge. Sammy, who had still been chatting with Peter, took notice of her nervous state. She was about to say something until Dean spoke.

“Yo, what’s goin’ on, bagman?”

Frank was heading towards the front door, putting on his leather trench coat. “I’m leaving.”

Joey narrowed her eyes. “What?”

“You heard me. You cut up my share however you want. I’m out.”

Sylvie felt a significant amount of concern. Frank had never been the kind of person to get scared, so whatever it was, something was seriously wrong. He was usually all tough and uncaring, so seeing him suddenly nervous was quite out of character.

Joey rose from her seat, following after Frank. “Whoa, hey. What happened?”

Frank ignored her, continuing to advance towards the door.

“Hey! You can’t just leave without telling us what’s going on.”

Frank turned around, staring at Joey with an uncharacteristic look of what seemed like fear. “What’s going on?” He repeated. “What’s going on is that we are fucked. That little girl is Kristof Lazar’s daughter.”

Rickles let out a “shit,” with Joey looking equally as worried. Meanwhile, Sammy and Peter were confused. Dean, on the other hand, was nonchalant.

“That’s an urban legend, man.” He said, rolling his eyes. “Calm down. Like, that whole thing is completely bogus.”

Frank walked over to Dean, his eyes narrowing. “He’s not a fuckin’ urban legend. He is very fuckin’ real, believe me. Nobody even knows how big his fuckin’ empire is.”

Sylvie took a deep breath. “Yeah… he’s right. I… I think Lazar is real.”

“How do you know?” Sammy carefully asked, her gaze wary.

“I… I know.” Sylvie simply answered. She was going to have to side with Frank on this one, as much as she didn’t want to.

“Is he, like, a crime boss?” Sammy then asked.

“He controls a lot more than just crime,” Rickles answered. “I’ve… heard of some shit.”

Joey sighed. “Is Lambert fucking insane? He just put a death mark on all of us, including himself.”

“What if we just, like, y’know, like, give her back and say sorry?” Sammy suggested.

Frank let out a scoff and walked over to Sammy. “Oh, yeah. ‘Here’s your daughter, Mr. fuckin’ Antichrist. We’re really sorry. Hope she’s not too traumatized. Let’s play a round of golf sometime!’”

Sammy narrowed her eyes at Frank in disgust and annoyance. “Fuck you, Frank.” She murmured.

“Let’s just leave.” Joey then said. “We leave her with some food and make an anonymous phone call, get the fuck out of here.”

Peter nodded in approval, snapping his fingers. “I like that.”

“It’s not like she’s seen our faces.” Joey then added.

Frank let out a bitter scoff as he approached Joey. “Uh, actually, she has, thanks to you.”

Joey narrowed her eyes at Frank. “I was supposed to be the only one in and out of that room, and I wore my mask.”

“Well, I didn’t, so I walk in there to see Angelina Ballerina memorizing my fuckin’ face! Why did you take off her blindfold, Joey?”

“Now we have to kill her.” Peter then said.

“Not a fucking chance.” Joey hissed. “We’re not killing the girl.”

“She saw Frank’s face…”

Sylvie let out a sigh before reluctantly speaking. “Mine, too. She… saw my face, too.”

The room went silent.

“Oh, this is really bad,” Sammy murmured. “What are we supposed to do now?”

Frank shrugged. “We pull this off, pretend we don’t know who her father is, and with the money we’re making from this, we disappear forever. Start a new life. Then, I don’t have to see any of you fucks ever again.”

He paused for a moment before speaking again, trying to come up with a plan. “Everyone, stay alert. Any threat is gonna come from outside, so we set a perimeter and we hold it. Rickles takes first watch in the crow’s nest. Joey, secure the interior. Look for any ways in or out. What is it, like, twenty-two more hours, hmm?”

Frank checked his watch. “Twenty-two hours.”

He went to pick up his bag and left, cursing under his breath.

“What a dick,” Dean muttered as he watched Frank leave.

[rainkays]

WHITE MUSTANG ! | ONE SHOT

WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW/non descriptive sex (not super explicit but still)

PAIRING: peter/terrence lacroix x lottie morgan (original character written by me <33)

SUMMARY: after months of radio silence and working operations along, a quiet night in a bar brings lottie and peter closer in a way they’d been yearning for.

NOTES: hi guys!! finally got around to finishing this one shot and shoutout to all my peter lovers bc there is a SEVERE lack of peter content </3 shoutout to @5thelement & @endofradio for the inspo bc abigail has been rotting my brain omfg

WORD COUNT: 1,490

feel free to comment & reblog bc i love chatting w u guys so much <33

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DIDN’T CALL WHEN I GOT YOUR NUMBER,

BUT I LIKED YOU A LOT…

the crew was back in new york, a familiar setting for lottie as she sat in the corner of the bar, legs crossed against the material of the leather booth. the chains on her bracelet jingled quietly as she took a long sip of her drink, placing it back down. empty. she sighed, leaning back to the counter to order another before a hand came to rest on her shoulder. she swung around, ready for a long night of ice against her knuckles before the figure caught her hand and laughed. 

“jesus, what is wrong with you? sneaking up on me like that…”

the girl sighed, hand shoving his chest as his fingers brushed against her forearm.

“sorry, lot. was around the neighborhood so i figured i’d find you here.”

“are you calling me an alcoholic?”

“never.”

lottie laughed quietly, grabbing her drink from the bar as the pair slid into the quiet booth in the corner. they quietly sipped their drinks, legs pressed against one another’s as they spoke.

“so, what’s lambert had you up to?”

“thought you knew better than to ask questions, big boy.”

she didn’t miss the way peter swallowed at the nickname, thumb tracing the skin on her hand as he looked down at her.

“just wondering why you never called me back.”

lottie laughed incredulously at this, running a hand through her hair as she cocked her head to the side.

“been busy. figured you were too with all the shit lambert’s been throwing at us.”

the man sighed, throwing back the rest of the drink before setting it down.

“never too busy for you.”

lottie went silent at this admission. sure, they were close. there was always some unspoken sort of bond between them, kissed they shared in quiet motel rooms where no one was watching.

“i’m sorry, y’know. i should’ve called.”

“you don’t have to apologize to me. for anything.”

she knew he was talking about more than just her radio silence. the fact that they still hadn’t spoken about the last time they saw each other. when they’d fallen asleep on a roof top waiting to get a picture of their latest suspect. when she woke with her head against his chest, his jacket draped across the two of them. she looked up at him, and pressed a kiss against his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

it wasn’t long before the two of them had finished their drinks, a comfortable silence falling over them. her knee knocked against his, his hand coming to trace circles on the skin of her thigh. she hummed, hand resting over his before she spoke.

“come home with me.”

“is that a question or a demand?”

lottie stood up, pulling down the hem of her skirt as she pulled the man from his seat with a small smile on her face.

“you know the answer.”

he followed her out of the bar, hand in hers as she the pair walked back to her apartment. she laughed to herself, the image of the pair an unlikely sight to anyone watching. peter towered over her, but followed behind her like a lost puppy. exactly how she wanted him. she fought back the tremble in her hands as she buzzed into her apartment, the two quickly finding their way into the elevator as they entered.

it happened in a blur, a clash of teeth and tongue as peter pressed her against the wall of the elevator. her hands slid into his hair, the length longer from months of long jobs and time on the road. his arms wrapped around her middle, warm hands beneath the material of her shirt. he hiked her leg over his hip, skirt riding up as she threw her head back. she silently thanked god she lived on the tenth floor. the ding of the door bell finally snapped the two out of their trance, lottie pulling away from him with a smile. she wiped the traces of her lipstick from his face, a smile on her lips as she dragged him toward her door.

they made their way into her apartment, throwing her bag down as she slid the leather jacket off peter’s shoulders. he helped her with her own, hands sliding beneath the shirt material of her skirt. her hands rested on his chest, nails digging into the soft fabric of his shirt. she knew he couldn’t wait as he caged her against her door, lips against her neck. he pressed kisses there, nipping and sucking at the skin. she threw her head back, knocking against the door as he trailed lower and lower. he reached her collarbone when she felt her head spinning, pulling his hair softly to get his attention. she could’ve sworn the groan that elicited from him was enough to make her blood boil. she pulled him up, hands on the broad planes of his shoulders as he looked down at her.

“take me to bed, hm?”

his forehead rested against her own, hand cupping her cheek as he spoke.

“i’d like that baby.”

he made quick work of picking her up with ease, legs locked around his waist as she leant down to press her lips against his own. he was quick in his movements, but nearly stumbled into a picture frame on the wall when she tugged on the strands of his hair once more. much to her pleasure, they’d finally stumbled to her room as he softly set her against the bed sheets. she slid her shirt over her head, watching shamelessly as he pulled his shirt over his head and onto the floor.

she felt her skin warm at the sight of his tattooed chest, skin littered with delicate ink patterns as the muscles in his chest and biceps rippled with his every movement. he leaned down, caging her with his arms as she pulled him down against her. her nails made indentations in his back as his hips canted down against her own.

“you feel so good…”

he trailed off, pressing kisses against the soft skin of her chest as she pushed herself against him. the cross hanging from his neck catching her eye as she caught it in her mouth for a brief moment, the taste of cold metal as she watched the pupils in his eyes dilate at the scene in front of him. she took the opportunity to flip their position, hands bracing herself against his chest while she arched against him. his hands wrapped around her, holding her in place, his hands coming up to trace the tattoo that decorated her spine. he’d always loved it, recalling the times where they had to get dressed for black tie operations and he swore she wore those backless dresses just to torture him.

“terrence…. fuck…”

lottie trailed off, head tipping back as her pace slowed quickly. he nearly forgot where he was at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. he could get used to this. seeing her above him like this, skin glistening and chest heaving with every breath.

“missed you so much.”

she spoke, leaning down to press her lips against his, as she nearly groaned as he tangled his fingers in the black strands of her hair.

“missed you more, baby…. don’t want you to go.”

he groaned, pressed his lips against her neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“m’not going anywhere, handsome.”

she promised, smiling at the feeling of him nuzzled against her neck. it wasn’t often they had moments like this, where they could be with each other like this. where he could hold her and not have to think about if he’d wake up next to her tomorrow morning. her breathing slowed, chest against his as he cupped her face with his hands.

“you okay?”

he spoke quietly, lips capturing her own in a soft, slow kiss. she pulled back, nose brushing against as she smiled.

“i’m fucking amazing.”

lottie laughed, head falling against his shoulder as he rolled her off from atop of him. his arms slid around her waist, pulling her against his chest while he kissed her shoulder, her collarbone. she tilted her head back to look at him, kissing his jaw softly. her hands ran over his stubble, skin heating at the feeling of his fingertips running along her spine.

“how long are you here for?”

she spoke, hands coming to toy with the delicate metal that rested against his chest.

“as long as you want me.”

lottie smiled at his words, something she’d always thought was too good to be true, especially coming from a man like him.

“you’d better hope lambert doesn’t call you, cause i’m throwing that phone out the window if he wakes me up before 8 again.”

“i’ll keep on silent, don’t worry.”

[krikeymate]

transformations

A small post-movie introspection with Abigail.

For the second time, Abigail finds herself transformed.

A body whimpers and writhes beneath her hands, but she finds little joy in the display, mind stuck on the past 24 hours.

She replays it, over and over. Every moment, every detail. It had all been planned out, from each beat to step, a meticulously choreographed performance.

The dance had barely begun when the set began to crumble, and while she would love to rest the blame on her unruly little troupe, she is not her father, and she knows it is her and her alone who must take the fall.

Abigail had miscalculated. Plain and simple.

She thought she knew who she was playing with, she thought she’d had Lambert under her thumb. She’d mistaken a knight for a pawn.

As she feeds, Abigail contemplates these failures. She can admit to them, learn from them. Adapt.

Kristof Lazar, as he’s been calling himself these days, rules through fear and intimidation, a power cultivated from seeds planted in a time so long ago most cannot begin to comprehend its existence.

Abigail doesn’t have that. She’ll never have that.

But tonight, she thinks, tongue lapping at the dying trickle from a now still body, perhaps she has planted a seed of her own.

Joey’s moment of hesitation to leave, to leave her, despite all that had transpired, like a gallant knight waiting for dismissal, injured and scared but oh so ready to stay – it etches itself into her brain, where countless nights and days have flickered by; this one is cemented, another pillar constructed in the ever-expanding home of her psyche.

See you around, Joey.

She’d planted a seed indeed. One she intends to coax into bloom.

Her men are all loyal to her father, but that woman could be hers and hers alone.

The thought is so enticing it leaves her previously settled stomach hungry for more, ravenous for a treat she cannot have.

A part of her regrets not having a taste, not having claimed her for her own. She would relish the closeness, to examine the connection she had felt, to comb through the mind of Ana Lucia Cruz until there was nothing left untouched by her.

But Abigail, for all that she will ever remain a child, young for eternity, she’s had hundreds of years to evolve, and patience is a skill she’s long since mastered.

A careful nurturing will birth a garden; a flower plucked will wilt in the blink of an eye.

Even now, within her she can feel the weak and fading consciousness of a girl so much like her, a mind lost without a body.

Sammy. Jessica.

In this aftermath, Abigail finds herself twinging with regret. She understands her – young and talented, abandoned and ignored. They’re the same in a way, right down to the foreign fondness that spikes with every thought of their companion-in-common.

It is a shame that she had to be the one to get in her way, she too could have been groomed for so much more.

She wonders if it is crueller to stomp out this dying light that cowers in her mind, or to leave it be to live out as far as it can until it meets its true death. She finds herself lost for answers, and entirely unwilling to unmask that weakness to those that may have them.

With a growl, Abigail drops the corpse to the floor, altogether uncomfortable with the spectrum of emotions seeping from her, like she’s some fragile little girl and not the monster stalking the night that people fear.

It’s easy to blame the unfortunate human in her head for the unwelcome intrusion.

It’s time for her to do what she does best. Observe, and stalk, and hunt.

She hopes Joey will keep her word and go to her son, because Abigail will certainly keep hers.

See you around, Joey.

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Moana 2 Trailer

"After receiving an unexpected call from her wayfinding ancestors, Moana must journey to the far seas of Oceania and into dangerous, long-lost waters for an adventure unlike anything she’s ever faced." (Walt Disney Company)

Moana 2 stars the voice talents of Auli'i Cravalho (Moana), Dwayne Johnson (Maui), Rachel House (Tala - Moana's grandma), Temuera Morrison (Chief Tui - Moana's father), Nicole Scherzinger (Sina - Moana's mother), Hualālai Chung (Moni), David Fane (Kele), Rose Matafeo (Lot), Awhimai Fraser (Matangi), Gerald Ramsey (Tautai Vasa - Moana's ancestor), and Khaleesi Lambert-Tsuda (Simea - Moana's sister). David Derrick Jr., Jason Hand, and Dana Ledoux Miller direct. Music is by Abigail Barlow and Emily Bear, Opetaia Foa'i, and Mark Mancina. The film is written by Jared Bush and Dana Ledoux Miller.

Moana 2 hits theaters on November 27, 2024.