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a short scene inspired by this post, aka Abolish having a very grey-sexual time in the bloodloathing divorce au
[contains: an off-screen blowjob, smoking, non-consensual voyeurism (the voyeur isn't really consenting either tbf), unhealthy relationships]
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Abolish stared down at the small tin, mentally dividing the contents, trying to decide if he could justify breaking into his increasingly limited supply.
Another heavy moan from the house behind him solidified the decision.
"FuckâŚ"
Scott's voice carried thickly through the air. Abolish started packing the tobacco into the paper.
He wasn't paid enough for this.
He had been doing a routine patrol through the town, when he had noticed the window to the clinic was pushed slightly open, and had heard quiet voices filtering out into the night air. Why the Doc hadn't rescinded Scott's invitation by this point, Abolish couldn't begin to understand. He had paused, but the discussion had sounded calm enough that he hadn't felt the need to intervene. He wished he had, because by the time he realised what direction the conversation was going in, it was far too late to stop it.
Scott couldn't have closed the goddamn window behind him, at least? Abolish thought bitterly. He brought the cigarette up between his lips, freeing up his hands to check he had easy access to a stake. With stake in hand, he raised a finger to the end of his cigarette and summoned the power he usually used to light the lantern hung at his hip. He'd run out of matches a week ago.
He took a long draw, savouring the warmth of it against the chilled air of the night.
"âso pretty on your kneesâ"
Scott was just quiet enough that Abolish didn't hear the full string of babbled praise. That explained why he hadn't heard anything from the Doc for a moment, though he didn't imagine him to be particularly vocal in bed.
⌠Not that he thought about what the Doc would be like in bed, of course.
God, this mission had gone so far past the initial briefing.
He wondered for a moment if maybe he should be going in there and stopping the series of increasingly bad decisions Legundo was making. But his job was to simply make sure Legundo didn't go down a path that put innocent people in danger. Giving his murderous ex-husband a blowjob wasn't the best decision the Doc had made, but it certainly wasn't the worst.
Abolish idly twirled the stake in his hand as he took another draw of his cigarette. He couldn't bring himself to begrudge Legs. Abolish had been watching Legundo's stress levels slowly and steadily rising as the weeks trapped in Oakhurst dragged on. He knew something was going to give â and soon â so he had been trying to make plans on how to mitigate some of the risk. He hadn't got to the point of considering putting the man on his knees, butâŚ
Well, now the image was being so viscerally presented to him, he couldn't really argue with the fact that it would be some damn good stress relief for him.
Just a shame about his choice in partner.
"Fuck, there that'sâ Fuck."
Of course Scott was vocal during sex. Abolish leaned back against the stone wall of the back of the clinic and closed his eyes for a second.
He opened his eyes again at the sound of quiet footsteps crunching on the gravel. He locked eyes with Cleo, who was crossing from the fields back to her house. They paused, clearly taking in Abolish's expression.
"âfucking good to me, babyâ"
Cleo visibly winced as Scott's words were cut off by a particularly loud moan.
'My sympathies,' they mouthed at Abolish. He gave them a grateful nod, and they hurried on their way.
"âthere fuck, don't stopâ"
At least it sounded like things might be drawing to a conclusion soon.
Abolish didn't want to have to light another cigarette.
He hoped this would be a one off situation, and Legundo would come to his senses quickly. Maybe he just needed to be reminded that there were other (better) options.
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A/N: Slowly easing myself into feeling brave enough to write smut again with the divorce au horrible toxic polycule being idiots :) Maybe Abolish should put Legs on his knees after this......
(Scott knows Abolish is there and is very much putting on a show for him).
Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you donât like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lolÂ
a short selection of concepts and phrases that used to be commonplace in fandom and weâd really benefit from making that a thing again:
NOTP: the opposite of an OTP (One True Pairing). It is a ship a fan strongly dislikes. The word is a portmanteau of ânoâ and 'OTPâ and thus is not a contraction of any particular phrase.
Squick: anything that is a deep-seated, visceral turn-off. Squicks may be shared by many fans or be specific to one; one personâs kink may be another personâs squick.
YKINMKATO, or kink-tomato: Your Kink Is Not My Kink, And Thatâs Okay: used to indicate support for fannish diversity and to distinguish between disapproval or kink shaming and simply having different taste.
DLDR: Donât Like, Donât Read: a phrase used to warn against complaints about an aspect of fic or meta. A âlive and let liveâ philosophy of fandom, which places the responsability for avoiding content one doesnât want to see on the side of the fanwork consumer, rather that on the creatorâs.
SALS: Ship And Let Ship: similar to the above specifically about shipping tastes.
YMMV: Your Mileage May Vary: a phrase used to acknowledge that any given individualâs personal opinion on the topic at hand may differ due to their own tastes, standards, values, experiences, etc.
As the OP points out, all of these crucially imply no moral judgment of what theyâre designing.
(definitions lifted more or less wholesale from fanloreâs relevant pages)
