#terrence lacroix

[5thelement]

hello sharks, today i’m asking for an investment in this.

full thanks to @jdmara for planting this idea in my head

[crucifiix]

Dan Stevens & Kevin Durand as "Frank" & "Peter" in Abigail (2024)

[nemmet]

world’s greatest vampire hunters!! 💪🧅

[jdmara]

terrence “peter” lacroix why do you have your gun shoved into the crack of your ass

[enbydindjarin]

Terrance “Peter” Lacroix has one functioning brain cell and he uses it to be the sweetest man in the world

[adambarrettz]

[proserpinic]

sugar & spice, everything nice.

made an edit of sammy & peter since there’s a… lack of it.

ac: mine | cc: mine | scp: mine | sdt: all the sammypeter enjoyers

[mrsreginagold]

*casually drops the Peter/Sammy (Abigail 2024) fic she wrote in the tag*

*waves politely and continues about her business*

[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.”

[stnexus]

watched abigail (2024), movie’s so unserious but it’s camp so i fwi. but terrence “peter” lacroix kinda a himbo/dilf (with no kids mind you) that i need, imma need him to fold me in half.

[theslasherbabe]

𝙆𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣 𝘿𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨 “𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧” 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙭 𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙡 (2024)

[5thelement]

[bellamer]

Ngl the first time I watched Abigail I felt bad for Peter but then the second time I watched it I realized that he was a bitch

[deputyrook]

wtvr peter doesn’t know in bed he makes up for it with enthusiasm! that’s a fact, personally i see peter as a service top turned pleasure top, both lines tend to blur with him. i thank you from the Horny For Peter (terrence lacroix) Community for these headcanons 🙂‍↕️ x

🫡 not sure how I got here anon but happy to be an emissary.

Peter’s an interesting character because he’s very sweet on a personal level (perhaps due to being a sensitive bullied kid?) but also a consummate professional. It seems like his ego isn’t easily bruised and that he’s willing to listen, learn, and take instruction 🤔

[jdmara]

a missing scene from abigail

[neganwifey25-blog]

My new favorite edit of Kevin Durand’s character from Abigail😩🥴