moonshine

after they exchange their first kiss, jack tucks down robby’s collar and scents him deeply. lets the edge of his front teeth catch on the untouched skin there. robby smells rich and heady yet so delicate without his patch. it’s all ceremonial, of course, but there’s blood buzzing in jack’s gums like he’s on a real hormonal high already. he can’t wait to carry robby into their suite tonight and give him a real bite. sink his canines into the straining cords of robby’s neck as he gasps and cries on his knot for the first time.

jack knows his’s bigger than average. wants to fall to the floor and beg his omega for forgiveness, clutching and kissing at robby’s knees if he’ll let him, for the all the times he’d been young(er), dumb(er) and knotted some other omega before robby floated into his world and totally consumed him. he’d found out he’s big when they would yelp and try to pull off. usually he worries about how his now-mate will be able to take it. remembers all the times he’d seen his omega moan around just two of his slender fingers while jack watched him tease himself, not allowed to touch. but tonight it feels like anything is possible. but maybe that’s the buzz of the sound, the scents, and—

“congrats, jackie,” there’s the heavy pound of a slap that resonates through jack’s back. who is saying what is starting to blend together in jack’s spinning head. he’s three shots deep by the bar; his big, extended family keeps offering them to him. he’s getting antsy. angry. he’d gotten pulled away for some ‘much needed’ alpha-to-alpha talk. which ended up being drinks and moaning about mated life. you don’t know what you’re in for, boy. like jack wanted to be anywhere but by robby’s side, protecting him. of course, his mate is safe without him (which hurts to admit). he’s still at their table at the head of the venue, a wall of cooing omega and beta family hiding him, patting his damp forehead, fixing his hair, adjusting his collar. (robby had explained to him during an embarrassing toast that jack may have gone a little overboard rucking it up for the scenting ritual. jack just nods dumbly and wolfs down his chewy steak, already transported back to the fresh memory of how it felt to show everyone robby was unequivocally his).

“to the blushing bride,” his uncle winks and pushes another shot of something clear into his sweaty hand. “you bagged a beauty, jackie.” which is… innocent. enough. contextually. jack’s family is coarse; he knows there’s much worse talk going around tonight in circles beyond him. he swallows back a bit of bile at the thought. but he’s beginning to understand why he’s never been to so much as a family funeral without a fight breaking out in the parking lot. or the church. he absolutely cannot fight tonight. it’s really not in his nature, anyway. but robby does something to his alpha that has him on high alert at the fucking mall. so all of this, it’s too much. his fist clenches around the glass.

as if on cue, jack meets bubbe’s eyes across the dancefloor. she’s seated next to his own grandmother, chatting happily. he nods at her and raises his glass. she smiles back sweetly. no, he absolutely cannot deck his uncle in front of her. she’s the reason robby is his to begin with. so he settles for something more subtle. he throws back the shot and runs his hands through his wet, gelled curls. lets his scent fill up the perimeter. nothing combative, just virile. young. letting the old heads around him know that their threats about mated life are laughable to him. he stays long enough for the group to quiet down in submission (good) before turning to leave.

“where’re you going kid? cousin markie wants to—“

I really had to be strategic with cropping this one 😂🙈💕

Not that he knows that. It feels good, but only about as good as his own hand or toys or whatever. There’s nothing particularly special about another person being there, so he’s not sure what all the fuss is about. If he’s having sex, great. If he’s masturbating, that’s just as good.

Even his heats are whatever. Obviously, they’re easier with an alpha, but they’re just as pleasurable by himself.

He says as much to Jack while they’re drinking after a long shift, expecting his fellow omega to relate, but instead he’s met with the most confused expression Robby’s ever seen Jack wear.

“My heats don’t feel like that.”

Robby shrinks a little. “Ever?”

“I mean, in college or whatever. When we were young and didn’t really know what we were doing.” Jack frowns. “Why waste your heats with people that don’t know how to treat you right?”

Robby’s cheeks are dusted pink. “How am I supposed to know before we’re… ya know.”

“Tell them what to do,” Jack says. “I give orders and they follow. Guaranteed success.”

“Okay, military man.”

“I don’t mean like that. Well…” Jack looks thoughtfully at his beer. “Maybe a little. I know what I like and I make sure it happens.” Jack tilts his head. “What do you like?”

The heat in Robby’s cheeks travels lower. What does he like? He knows for sure what he doesn’t like, and he knows what’s been good in the past. But there’s nothing he looks forward to, nothing he ever hopes happens, or if he were to follow Jack’s advice, want to ask for.

He must take too long to answer because Jack looks at him with pity. “Oh, Robby.” He taps his beer against the counter. “If you’d be willing, I’d be happy to help you.”

“What?” Robby must’ve heard wrong.

But Jack keeps steady eye contact, “When’s your next heat?”

Three weeks later, Jack has Robby pressed against the bed of his nest. He’s already sung its praises, which alone has gotten Robby hotter than usual.

Jack strips him carefully. He trails gentle kisses over every inch of newly exposed skin and murmurs praises as he slinks down Robby’s body. By the time Jack has him naked, Robby is already more worked up than he’s ever been before. Wriggling and needy under Jack’s strong hold.

“Look at you,” Jack whispers. His fingers tease the outside of Robby’s pussy. “So wet and ready.”

Robby nods frantically into the pillow. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Robby rolls his hips, the new angle drags Jack’s fingers over the swollen plush between his legs.

“Ohh,” Jack exaggerates. He plunges two fingers inside Robby. “Is this what you want?”

Robby mews and squirms as Jack strokes inside him. It’s not long before Jack is using his free hand to press on of Robby’s legs to his chest while he pounds his fingers deep into him, releasing obscene squelching noises that compete with Robby’s echoing moans.

A tight coil rings inside Robby. He’s never felt anything like this before, the pressure builds and builds until it break and he sprays slick all over Jack’s wrist.

“Fuck, fuck,” Robby gasps. His chest heaves and his vision has stars in the corners.

Jack crawls on top of him. “You know what’s next?”

Robby can’t think straight. “Knot?”

“That’s funny.” Jack slips his wet fingers into Robby’s mouth. “You’re not there yet, sweetheart.”

He’s not? Robby’s partners usually knotted him immediately. Jack adjusts them so Robby cunt is pressed firmly on his right thigh, using his good leg to balance himself. He nips at Robby’s neck and thumbs at his nipples until Robby is helpless to do anything but hump desperately against his leg.

Once he’s gotten another part of Jack slippery with slick, Robby is in a haze unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

Jack moves off of him, and Robby assumes he’s going to get a dildo or an attachment. Something to knot him with.

Instead, Jack sinks between his legs and drink every spilled drop. His tongue coaxes even more slick, and it’s only when Robby reaches his third peak, legs shaking and heart pounding, does Jack relent.

He kisses the underside of Robby’s jaw as he comes back to himself.

“You okay?”

Robby doesn’t trust his voice, so he nods.

“Good.” Jack plants a firm kiss on his lips. “You’re ready for a knot now.”

Shout out to my good friend angry sex instead of communicating 👍

When Robby woke up, his whole body hurt. He was curled up tight in the facsimile of a nest and his face was tucked against Jack’s pillow. His inner thighs were wet and his eyes felt gross from crying. He sat up slow, shivering as his cock brushed against the sheets under him. There was noise coming from the front of the house.

Scenting the air, Robby knew who it was instantly. Not even caring that he was naked, he got out of bed and stormed down the hall to see Jack in full TEMS gear. Usually, he’d take a moment to admire him. As much as he hated the adrenaline chasing, he loved how Jack looked in uniform. “What the hell.”

A tiny little rant…why do people use Rabbot tags and then bring Whitaker in it. I don’t have anything against it — Hucklerobby exists for a reason my friends. Please save Rabbot tag for actual Rabbot fics🙏🏻

pairing: andrew ‘pope’ cody x reader

a/n: this is nothing but i’m just gonna post it rather than delete it or keep it in my drafts forever. andrew would be obsessed with how you smell send post.

“what’re you wearing?”

you pull away from the—albeit pretty stiff—hug you wrapped pope in upon arrival to glance down at yourself in confusion.

“uh, clothes?” you say like it’s obvious. it’s a pretty basic outfit, one you’re sure you’ve worn a hundred times around him.

“no, i mean,” his fingers twitch at his sides, brows slightly pinched together, “you smell different.”

“oh! it’s a new perfume i got, do you like it?”

he pulls a strange face. like he’s trying hard to think of the right thing to say, which confuses you even more.

“i like your perfume,” is all he says, a frown now clear on his face.

“i don’t know, i kinda like this one,” you say, smelling your wrist before extending your arm out for him to smell again, “it’s a little more sweet.”

he’s shaking his head, nose scrunched up, “don’t like it,” he mumbles out.

it’s your turn to frown now, shoulders deflating a little with insecurity, “oh..”

“it’s not—“ he starts gruffly, upset with himself for making you feel bad, “it smells nice, it’s just different. it’s not how you smell. i like how you smell,” he explains.

you nod, beginning to understand now. he’s used to your usual perfume, it’s what he’s grown to associate with you since you’ve worn the scent for years—probably as long a you’ve known him—and he doesn’t like the change.

you smile at him coyly, “i like how you smell too, andy.”

welcome! here are what you need to know about ao3 and how it’s the complete opposite of wattpad

trigger warning for the mention of contents that are allowed on ao3 that can be triggering to some.

ao3 is a non-profit organization. it’s run by fans (people like you and me), for fans.

fans donate to the site on their own free will to keep the site up and running smoothly.

ao3 is not a social media. it is an archive.

ao3 doesn’t have ads. it doesn’t have algorithms. it doesn’t have “going viral.”

everything is endlessly free on ao3. there is no “ao3 premium.” you will never see a single ad on ao3, and you can download as many fics as you want to read offline for free.

ao3 doesn’t have an app. and ao3 doesn’t need an app. any “ao3 apps” you see are third-party apps and are not affiliated with ao3, so be careful giving these shady apps your login infos or other personal information.

ao3 was built with the main purpose to 1.) be completely against censorship and 2.) host fics that are banned on other platforms like wattpad.

the reason ao3 doesn’t have an app is because for it to have its own app, appstore and google play store will have to approve it first. and due to the contents ao3 allow, chances are that it won’t get approved. which is actually a good thing. it doesn’t need an app. it works more than fine without an app.

on ao3, every single thing is allowed as long as it is fanfic or fan work (original works, fan art and video edits count as fan works, but if you want to post a video edits on ao3, you will have to post it elsewhere and then link it back to ao3 — ao3 cannot host video edits on its platform due to copyright issues)

by every single thing that is fanfic, I mean every single thing:

the filthiest smut without plot that is written purely for sexual pleasure is allowed. it has its own canonical tag called “plot what plot, porn without plot.”

fics that focus on non-consensual sexual intercourse are allowed, doesn’t matter if the fics glorify or romanticize the act, doesn’t matter if they’re written as kinks. they have their own canonical tag called “rape/non-con.”

fics about characters who are minors are allowed, even if they’re portrayed in a sexual manner, even if they’re non-consensual sexual intercourse. even if the minor characters are romantically and/or sexually involved with characters who are adults. even if they fics are written in ways that glorify and/or romanticize the thing. they have their own canonical tag called “underage sex.”

fics about incest are allowed. doesn’t matter if they glorify or romanticize the relationship. they have their own canonically tag called “incest.” fun fact: the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.

fics about self-harm and suicide are allowed. doesn’t matter if they glorify or romanticize the act. they have their own canonical tags called “self-harm” and “suicide” also “suicidal ideation”, “suicide attempt”, “implied/referenced suicide”, etc.

fics about violence and gore are allowed, even if they were written for the sake of shock value. they have their own canonical tag called “violence”, “blood and gore”, “blood and injuries”, etc.

rpf is also allowed. doesn’t matter if the content of the fics are dark and taboo. they’re treated the same way as any other fics.

every single dark and taboo fic you can think of is allowed. and it has its own canonical tag. because it is the main reason why ao3 was created in the first place.

“but what do I do if I don’t wanna see fics about xyz?” you can filter out any specific tag, character and/or pairing you want.

“what do I do if I wanna find fics about xyz?” you can search for any specific tag, character and/or pairing you want.

a lot of ao3 users rely on tags to search for specific tags, pairings, characters they want. they also rely on tags to filter out and exclude specific tags, pairings, and characters that they don’t want to see.

ao3’s tagging system is by far the most efficient one I’ve ever seen.

on ao3, our main principles are “don’t like don’t read” — which means YOU have a responsibility to curate your own internet experience. yes, ao3 allows all kind of messed up fics, but they also allow you the ability to NOT see anything you don’t want to see, by filtering out specific fics, pairings and/or characters.

no. you cannot harass authors who write about things that disgust you. you can and will be reported for harassment, and ao3 takes harassment very seriously. they will not take your side. because fucked up fics are allowed on ao3—fucked up fics are the main reason ao3 was created—whereas harassment is a direct violation of their terms of service.

ao3 is a house of the freaks and the perverts (affectionate). you ARE in the house of the freaks and the perverts. so don’t think about harassing or being rude to the freaks and the perverts who built this anti-censorship house and are kind enough to let you in.

ao3 is proship, profic, and anti-censorship.

any writer can write whatever they want, however they want. the only etiquette is that you tag your stuff properly and accurately

mistagging for visibility is heavily frowned upon here, and it won’t get your works more views. people will either block or report you if you deliberately mistag things with the purpose of getting your fic more views. as I’ve said before, ao3 is an archive. it’s not a social media. it doesn’t have algorithms or going viral.

if you come across a fic that has the tag “creator chose not to use archive warnings” it means the fic may or may not contain topics that can be triggering, but the author won’t tell you what these topics are, or if there are any at all. so proceed at your own risk.

that said, because ao3 is a non-profit site that hosts millions of works about others’ copyrighted characters, you CANNOT link a monetization platform anywhere on ao3, you CANNOT mention any donation, commission—or anything that involves money—anywhere on ao3. no, you cannot imply donation, commission, or anything that involves money either. that is against their terms of service.

and because ao3 is a place for fanworks, the “work section” of your post has to actually be fanwork (fanfic, original work, fan art, link to a video edit count as fanwork). anything that isn’t fanwork is not allowed.

you cannot post something on ao3 that is not fanwork. so no political statement, no call-out post, no “I’m looking for fics about xyz”.

ao3 is anti censorship as long as what your post is actually fanwork and as long as you don’t violate their terms of service that I’ve mentioned above.

ao3 has their own team of lawyers to protect them, their users, and every fanwork that is posted on their platform.

last but not least, don’t write directly onto ao3. write and store your works elsewhere before copy and paste them onto ao3 once they’re ready to post!! because ao3 does NOT autosave drafts for you, you risk losing everything you’ve typed if there’s a glitch, if the site crashes or if your device unexpectedly shuts down for whatever reason.