#ao3 warnings

[angelofsmalldeath-codeine]

Hey, children. Auntie here with a quick beginners guide that this creator has put together on how to use AO3.

Again, fan fiction is a gifting economy. You are getting free content. Be kind.

Writers, please tag accordingly.

Readers, check the fucking tags before you pull out the pitchforks. We will ram it up your arse if you cry for censorship.

[buttercreampuff]

Hey want to know what drives me absolutely fucking insane????

This.

THIS.

Like...

None of those can be used together at all! They fucking cancel eachother out!!!!

"Creator chose not to use archive warnings" WELL YOU LITERALLY DID SO IDK WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO BE

"No archive warnings apply" but "graphic deceptions of violence" *IS* an archive warning!!!!!!

[alex-strike-is-transgender]

Does it count as major character death if the character dies about an hour before the beginning of the story?

[avengersnewb]

The AO3 FAQ:

[charred-angel-ribs]

JUST FOUND OUT YOU CAN FILTER OUT WARNINGS ON AO3, THE WORLD IS GOOD /POS /GEN

[a-non-ymouswriter]

okay so ao3 authors might want to look out and be aware of a spam message being commented on their stories. i didnt know this was a spam message, only suspected it because it was very shady and i am a paranoid soul. i have no idea what happens if you join this 'discord group' and frankly i dont care to know.

but please be wary and careful, i thought this was just me but a server im in set out a ping and apparently its popped up for a few other authors and looks to be confirmed spam.

so yea, tldr; ignore this comment and dont join the shady group or use the shady code.

stay safe out there guys

[kreetchius]

Major Character Death Warning

This is sort of a M*A*S*H question but also an AO3-warnings question.

In a post-GFA story where Frank Burns never actually appears as a character but the reader finds out during the story that Burns is dead, do you have to tick the Major Character Death Warning tickbox? Technically yes because Burns is a major and so if he dies this is a Major Character Death. Technically no because he's not a major character in the story in which he dies. Which is it? Asking for a friend.

[kensatou]

*calling your colleague voluptuous* *begging him for kisses* *bouncing on it (his lap, while manifesting a goal)* yeah. checks out. just a normal day at the office for them

[zipper-neck]

You know the fic is going to be great when 😈

[wildelydawn]

Since Ao3 has temporarily disabled guest comments due to very mean and pornographic bots, now is a very good time for 1) readers with Ao3 accounts to comment on the fics they love and cherish to make up for those who cannot leave guest comments and 2) readers without Ao3 accounts to join the waitlist and make an account!

[pandemonium-in-the-music-hall]

“warning, this work may have adult content” it fucking better

[k0mmari]

Locked & Loaded - Chapter 20: Childish War

Can't believe I've been writing this for almost a year now

[elfwreck]

This is so good! It nicely explains how PAC applies the ratings and warnings.

The “Underage Sex” warning is required on works that depict or describe sexual activity involving characters under the age of eighteen (18). We don’t consider dating activities, like kissing, to be sexual content. Offscreen sexual content also doesn’t need a warning. For characters that are underage in canon, we do not automatically assume (without evidence) that they are also underage in the fanwork. If there are no indications that a particular character is under 18, we will assume they are 18 or older. When evaluating works, we consider explicit statements of a character’s age as well as contextual clues (such as the work being clearly set in a time period where the character is underage). If you’re worried that a character in your fanwork may be misinterpreted as being younger than 18, you can always specify the character’s age in the tags, notes, or body of your work. The “Rape/Non-Con” warning is required on works that depict onscreen rape or non-consensual sex.

Similarly, the “Graphic Depictions of Violence” warning is only required if the work contains graphic violence that is explicitly shown “onscreen” in the work. We require “Major Character Death” when the character is both a major presence in the fanwork and they’re dead by the end of the fanwork. We don’t take canon into consideration here – what we’re interested in is whether the character is a major presence in your fanwork.

TOS Spotlight: Ratings & Warnings

The Policy & Abuse committee is posting a weekly spotlight series explaining some of the most common violations of the AO3 Terms of Service. This week's spotlight is on ratings and Archive warnings. Read more at: https://otw-news.org/4suxye7p

[ms-demeanor]

I don't care about data scraping from ao3 (or tbh from anywhere) because it's fair use to take preexisting works and transform them (including by using them to train an LLM), which is the entire legal basis of how the OTW functions.

[fixing-bad-posts]

If you have a work that carries the "Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings" label I have to say That is very allowed

[lockeswoodss]

Double It

MDNI!!!

Pairings: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader, Jack Abbot x Reader, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Jack Abbot, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader x Jack Abbot. (This does contain MXM smut, don't like don't read)

WC: 3,536 (This fic kinda got away from me lol 😅)

*Written before season 1 finale, so Jack's anatomy isn't up to date. It will be in future fics*

CW: Smut, Masturbation, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Jerking Off, PIV, DP (Two Holes), Fingering, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, MMF Threesome, Sub Drop, Porn, Squirting.

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You panted, breath coming out in stuttered exhales, as your eyes locked in on your laptop sitting next to you on your made bed. The lewd sounds of the porn scene playing out contained in your headphones. You kept your bottom lip sandwiched in between your teeth to stifle any moans. It was only five in the morning, and you didn’t want to risk interrupting any of your neighbors’ last couple of hours of sound sleep. Fuck, you wished you could be like them, but you were equal parts horny and geared up from the 15-hour shift you had just gotten off from a few hours prior. You were set to leave after your normal 12-hour shift in the Pitt as a nurse practitioner when a major car pile-up on the highway happened. Of course, it happened just before the exit closest to the Pitt. You stayed until the situation got under control. You only clocked out when you did because of your partners’ encouragement. They reasoned that you should go home and rest before the inevitable chaos of the Pitt sparked off again. You knew they were right, of course; Robby and Jack often were the only barrier between your sanity and working yourself to the bone.

Fuck, you internally groaned at the thought of your partners. Your pussy throbbed around the vibrating dildo you were riding. You did your best to distract yourself from your internal longing to be in the arms of your lovers. You knew they’d be at least another hour before clocking out, and even then, they’d most likely only have enough energy to shower before going to sleep. You closed your eyes, the sound from the MMF threesome you were watching faded into white noise as you tried your best to imagine it was really Robby’s cock nestled inside of you. It was just slightly too small to pass as the real thing. When you were in the process of buying sex toys, both of your lovers were against you buying anything bigger; they both knew you’re far too impatient to properly prep yourself. Which, while true, did nothing to negate the need flaring inside of you.

You closed your eyes, falling into the memory of the last time you had a quicky in an on-call room. Despite the temptation, it was rare for all three of you to be together at the hospital; Robby hated quickies. While the memory of how you found yourself situated between them on the cheap, stiff mattress of the on-call room was fuzzy, the act of itself was burned into your memory. Robby sat at the head of the bed; scrub pants pulled down just enough to free his cock. You could feel yourself salivate at the memory of the sight of his dark happy trail leading down to his already hard cock. Just as you had started to work your way down his cock and relaxing your throat to take the entirety of his length; Jack tugged your scrub bottoms and underwear down in one foul swoop. You let out a surprised moan as he thrusted two fingers into your heat. He prepped you just enough that it wouldn’t hurt when he pushed in. Equally impatient, you ground back against his fingers, back arched as you took Robby fully into your throat.

Jack placed a kiss on your right shoulder blade, as he draped himself over you, thrusting in one fluid motion. You moaned as he snapped his hips at a breakneck pace, his dominate hand finding it’s way to your clit. He rubbed it just right to make you as desperate as he was. You moaned around Robby’s cock, his hand threaded through your hair, his hips stuttered before he began to slowly begin to thrust into you. Robby’s consideration was short lived as Jack started to slam his entire weight into your pussy with each thrust, causing you to lurch forward and deep throat Robby. Your eyes watered as you were pushed and tugged by your partners as they desperately chased their release. Your pussy pulsed and clenched around Jack at the sensation of being used, getting off at the feeling of how desperate they were for you. You came first, triggering both of your partner’s releases. Your pussy milked Jack’s cock as he released within you. Your screaming muffled around Robby’s cock caused his hips to falter, cumming deep down your throat.

Fuck, you were so close, you could taste your release on the tip of tongue when the sound of the video cut out. Your eyes snapped open, widening at the sight of your partners towering over you. Both stood, arms crossed against their broad chests, clad only in their boxer briefs. Their scrubs and shoes most likely were ditched in the laundry basket next to the entrance of your apartment ( A practice you started during Covid). You flushed, there was no way of talking your way out of this to avoid punishment. Your hand was still wrapped around the dildo you were riding, and they had clearly seen the video being played on your laptop before closing it shut. With trembling hands you click off your vibrator, an unintentional whine escaped you as you slid it out of your slick pussy. You took a breath as you slid your headphones down to your neck.

“Hey,” you greeted shyly, your knees now shut together as you sat back on your calves, hands folded on your lap. You waited desperately for Jack to respond. While they were both dominant, Jack was a top to a fault, whereas Robby and you aligned more as switches.

“Hey, baby.” He replied after a moment, making you sweat, “What were you up to?”

“I, I was masturbating.” You replied meekly. There was no way around this, you were going to be punished.

“That’s interesting. I don’t remember either of us giving you permission to cum. Let alone touch yourself.” Jack said, glancing back at Robby, “Do you?”

“I don’t,” he replied, smirking down at you.

“No, that’s right, I believe our exact orders were to eat something and go to sleep.” Jack said, cupping your face, “Now, why would a good girl like you go against precise orders?”

“It was too quiet.” You didn’t have to elaborate; they both knew what you meant. Jack cupped your face in response, he perched on the bed to your right, stroking your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry you were feeling restless, baby, but you know you could have texted us.” Jack replied, “We’re gonna have to punish you, don’t want our angel becoming a brat, do we?”

“No,” Robby agreed, crouching down to your level.

“What’s my punishment?” you asked, looking up at them.

“Well, you wanted to cum, so I think it’s only fair we help cum to the fullest.” While Jack’s words were innocent, his tone revealed a more menacing implication.

“Why, don’t you warm her up while I start the shower?” Jack said, looking over his shoulder at Robby.

“Alright,” he nodded in response, Jack pecked his lips before standing up and making his way into the master bath.

“Hey, baby,” Robby greeted, slowly kneeling down between your parted thighs.

“Do you want me to move back? Are your knees-”

“I’ll be okay, love,” he said, kissing your inner knee. “By the looks of your pussy I’m not gonna be down here too long.”

Your core flared at his observation, you spread your legs as Robby pressed both of your inner thighs apart. You moaned as he parted your lower lips by running his thumb down the seem of your pussy.

“You must’ve been close, you’re practically dripping,” Robby mused, as two of his fingers easily slid into your heat.

“Daddy,” you moaned, body jerking as he wrapped his lips around your clit. A shiver wracked through when he started to suck, while he built up speed thrusting his fingers deeper than you could imagine reaching on your own.

“Fuck,” you moaned grinding against Robby’s face, fingers threaded through his hair to keep you grounded as you rocketed towards your release. Your eyes snapped open at the feeling of Jack’s broad chest pressing up against your back as he sprinkled your neck with kisses. You gasped as his cold hands cupped your breasts, teasing your nipples.

“Cum when you’re ready love.” He whispered in your ear, before nipping at your earlobe.

“Fuck, Sir.” You panted, throwing your head back, thighs shaking. Your delayed orgasm cut through you too fast; it was too much all at once.

“Daddy, I’m gonna-” was all the warning you could get out before your release splashed against Robby’s lower face. Despite the mess you made on his face, he didn’t let up. He sucked harder, tongue tracing your clit while he fingered you through your release.

“Fuck, Daddy no. I can’t. I can’t, it’s too much,” you whined, while Robby doubled his efforts, knowing if you really wanted him to stop, you’d call out your safe word (code) or yellow/red from the traffic light system. Your thighs couldn’t stop shaking as your release once again gushed onto Robby’s face. You fell back, limp, into Jack’s arms as Robby gently pulled back. Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of him wiping your release half hazardly off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What’s your color, baby?” Jack asks, lips brushing your right ear.

“Yellow, Sir,” you panted, “I just need a sec.”

“Alright,” he responded, kissing the side of your head, “Do you want to stay here, or can I take you to the bathroom?”

“Bathroom,” you answered, knowing they’d most likely want to wash the shift off of them before getting under the covers. Despite knowing it was coming, you still slightly jumped when Jack gathered you up in his arms and walked you into the nearby bathroom. Jack let out a chuckle as you hid your face into his neck. He gently placed you down on the counter, pecking your lips softly before he turned to face Robby. While both still had their underwear on, it did little to hide the strain of their cocks against the black fabric. Once they were in arm’s length from each other, Jack fisted the hair at the nape of Robby’s neck and pulled him in for a desperate kiss. He moaned at the taste of your release on Robby’s lips. Robby’s right hand cupped the back of Jack’s neck to deepen the kiss while his left tugged their underwear down enough that he was able to wrap his hand around both of their cocks. Jack whined as Robby jerked their cocks off together.

You couldn’t look away as Jack broke away from the kiss, resting his forehead against Robby’s, panting. His hand wrapped around Robby’s tightening their hold.

“Fuck,” Jack gasped, hips thrusting up into Robby’s grip.

“Fuck,” Robby moaned in agreement, his hips grinding into his hold. Their pants and moans bounce around the bathroom; if you weren’t already wet you were now. They rarely jerked off like that at work. Oral was the easiest clean up wise, second only to fucking with a condom on. Any sex at work was impulsive, not allowing the luxury of always having access to condoms. Plus, on the rare occasion Robby would allow for a quicky he wanted to cum in you. You knew it was the beginning of the end when their hips started to stutter and lose pace. Jack shot off first, cum splattered between their stomachs, a high pitch whine rip through him as Robby jerked him off through his release. Jack’s face began to turn red from overstimulation when Robby came, adding to the mess of their lower abdomen.

They leaned against each other for a moment before pulling back after coming down from their high. In what felt like an instant, they were crowding your space. Jack stood between your parted legs and began to kiss down your neck, adding to the hickeys on your chest as he migrated downward. Meanwhile, Robby had tilted your chin up, offering you his cum covered hand to clean up. You maintained eye contact as you wrapped your hand his wrist to keep it steady, before you began to lick and suck on his fingers.

“Fuck,” he gasped as you sucked his middle and ring finger into your mouth, cleaning the last bit of cum off of them.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, replacing his fingers with his lips. You teasingly nipped at his bottom lip, sliding your tongue in as he groaned in response. Despite your physical size difference, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Robby to allow you to dominate and take the lead when sex was involved. He was a switch at heart and didn’t mind letting you take care of him. You gasped against his lips as Jack thrusted two fingers into your heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Her pussy’s prepped from the toy, you think you can take both of us today love?”

You inadvertently clenched around his fingers at the idea. It had been a while since you’d last taken them at the same time.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled as you pulled away from Robby, “What do you think?”

“Have I ever said no to that?” Robby asked, quirking a brow, “Where do you want me and Sir?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Can you fuck my pussy while Sir fucks my ass?” you asked, bordering on bashful, despite the words coming out of your mouth. You didn’t want them to know what it did to you to when you were that full, split open by both their cocks while they cradled you between them.

“As long as you want it, I’ll never say no to that baby,” Robby said, pecking your forehead.

“Good, we can start to stretch you in the shower, sound good, love?” Jack asked.

“Yes, Sir,” you replied, before he once again picked you up and deposited you between them under the warm stream of the shower’s water. You let out a contented sigh, leaning your weight back against Robby behind you. Your eyes fluttered shut as Jack took care of washing your face, while Robby worked at shampooing and conditioning your hair. He patiently combs through the knots in your hair as Jack stated on cleaning your body. They bathed themselves as they alternated washing you. You fell boneless back onto Robby once they were done pampering you. While they were always attentive when bathing you, it was especially important for you to be as relaxed as possible if you wanted to take both. Jack slipped his fingers behind you and started to tease and finger your asshole. Once he deemed you pliable enough, he shut off the water before wrapping you up in a fluffy towel. You were once again placed on the counter as your partners rushed to dry themselves off.

The edge of your consciousness had already started to feel warm and fuzzy as Robby scooped you up in his arms and sat down against the headboard, you facing him. You were vaguely aware of Jack behind you grabbing the lube as you pulled Robby back in for a demanding kiss. You moan into the kiss as Jack breeched your asshole. You could feel Robby’s cock stirring back to life as you deepened the kiss, showing how desperate you were for them. Robby held your hips steady to prevent you from grinding back or forward. Your slick once again began to pool at your core, wetting Robby’s thighs.

“Fuck,” you gasped, pulling away from the kiss, “Fuck, Sir I’m ready please!” you begged as Jack worked a third finger into your back entrance. He lightly smacked your outer thigh with his free hand, before wrapping his arm around your waist so that you’d be flush with his front as he continued to finger you.

“Baby, can you feel how hard you make me?” he asked rhetorically, cock pulsing against the small of your back, “Believe me the second I’m able to thrust in without hurting you I will.”

“Sorry S-sir,” you gasped as he reached around and began to toy with your clit. Robby stroked up and down your spine reassuringly, as you hid your face in his throat in an attempt to hide your flushed face. You whined as Jack pulled his fingers all the way out. Before once again clicking open a bottle of lube. He let out an unabashed moan as his thrusted just past your back entrance.

“Fuck,” he moaned, before slowly thrusting in an out to allow you time to adjust.

“Daddy, please,” you asked, looking up through your wet lashes, eyes watering from the sensation of Jack filling you so well.

“Fuck,” he groaned, he had never been good at telling you no. He teased his cock head against your folds, hoping to distract you enough until Jack bottomed out. He slowly began to ease into you after Jack gave him a small nod over your shoulder. He was only a third of the way in before he felt Jack inside of you.

“Fuck,”

“Fuck,” they both groaned at the sensation. He continued to thrust in and out, gauging your facial reactions before thrusting in deeper. His cock kissed your cervix as he bottomed out, pelvis flushed with yours. You let out a stuttered moan, now at their mercy as they both fill you to the brim.

“Please fuck me,” you panted, eyes watering from the stimulation, “I want it, want to feel you cum inside.”

Both men groaned in response as Jack pulled a fifth the way out before thrusting back in, and Robby followed. They settled into a rhythm of alternating their thrust so that only one of them was in you at a time. It didn’t take long for you all to start feeling overstimulated. You moan, unabashed, head thrown back over Jack’s shoulder as you bounce between them. Robby cursed under his breath at the sight of you, trying to contain his release. You looked angelic, glowing from a thin layer of sweat, breast moving with you, as you tried your best to keep up.

You only lasted a minute longer at the most before you came, eyes squeezed shut as you convulsed around them.

“Fuck, Daddy, Sir” you babbled helplessly. You had no time to come down from your high before being ushered into the next one. Jack had an iron grip on your hips, forcing you to keep moving past the point of overstimulation.

Robby was next to cum, facing the brunt of your orgasmic spasms in your pussy. As gently as possible he slipped out of you, cum spilling out of your entrance as you collapsed onto his chest. Your moans continued as Jack brought up the rear, using you like you preferred. He whispered praised in your ear, before he his hips stuttered and thrusts got sloppy, cumming deep inside of you. He groaned a soft, “Fuck” at the sight of both his and Robby’s spent leaking out of you as he pulled out.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Robby asked, pushing your sweat-soaked hair out of your face, before pecking your forehead.

“Daddy,” you whined back, hiding your face in his shoulder. He and Jack shared a look over your shoulder, instantly recognizing the tone of your voice. It was plain as day to them that you were experiencing sub drop. They silently communicate over your shoulder, leading to Jack pulling back as slowly as possible while Robby kept a firm grip on your waist. Jack softly pattered to the bathroom, grabbing a warm, wet washcloth, and to the kitchen for a bottle of water, ibuprofen, and a few pieces of chocolate from your stash that you thought they didn’t know about.

“Sir,” you said, suddenly realizing his absence.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Sir will be back in a second.” Robby reassured you, stroking your spine, while cupping the back of your neck against him. Jack did less to hide his steps as he crawled into bed behind you.

“I’m gonna clean you up, you okay with that, love?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied softly. A whine escaping you as Jack cleaned you the best he could without a proper shower. Once he was done, with Robby’s help, he propped you up against him as he leaned back against the headboard. Robby poked your lips with the straw of your water bottle, before you reluctantly opened your mouth and took a deep sip of water, meanwhile Jack broke up your chocolate squares into smaller pieces, feeding you between sips along with the meds. Once you came mostly back to your body, they allowed you to lie down again. Jack shifted in behind you, face tucked into the hollow of your throat, ear flush with your carotid artery so that he could feel the steady beats of your heart along with your exhales. You were tucked into Robby’s chest, his long arm stretching over you, cupping the small of Jack’s back to keep you sandwiched between them. You hummed contentedly, feeling safe within their arms. The world beyond your blackout curtains tuned out for now.

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A/N:

Thanks for taking the time to read ^-^

I normally write for one piece, so it's been really fun writing for a relatively new fandom. Still getting used to writing for these characters, sorry if they're a little OOC.

Hope you're doing well wherever you are 💛

Update: The Prequel "Throuple It" can be found: Here