Naomi x Abaddon Central

anytime I think “someone’s already written that” or “that’s too much of an au” or “I’m not sure anyone would find this appealing”

ok so we're going with mating glands on the back of the neck. omegas have prominent ones and they become engorged during heats. for easy biting. so an alpha can inject their venom in there and it has some effect, particularly if it's done over and over for a while. one bite probably won't have an effect that's longer than a few hours, but many bites over months cause physiological changes. like a single bite will have maybe some sedative or aphrodisiac qualities from the single dose of alpha venom, but many bites will lead the omega's hormone system to rewire somewhat. maybe change how often they have heats, or how fertile they are, or how they smell. maybe even change their overall behavior. this is what it means to be a "mated" omega. repeated biting leading to physiological changes. obviously the changes will fade after not being bitten for a while, but that can take years. oh also, at least some of these changes can be achieved by being bitten by many different alphas instead of one. that's like socially taboo, but it can be done, and the only difference is that the multi-mated omega doesn't smell like any specific alpha.

Thank you for asking!

1. Mary/Lisa (as I think you know!) (also that picture of sam smith looking down at the tattoo on her side is 🔥)

2. Mary/Cassie (mary should accidentally sleep with all of dean’s exes and now i want to write that fic!)

3. Mary/Jo (but mary resurrected as the 29 yo version like in 10 Minutes from Home (i love mary in that fic she’s so messy!))

4. Young Mary/Claire (with cas and dean losing their minds over it but for different reasons!)

5. Honorable mention to Lisa/Kelly (pta moms unite!) and Apocalypse World Charlie/Maggie

top five femslash spn pairings!!!

Dagon/Kelly (I think I love a marriage of convenience. and also a marriage of (in)convenience.)

Jo/Cassie (I have a whole headcanon that after Cassie finds out that the supernatural is REAL that she interviews hunters and self publishes a basic guide to the most common of monsters, and she accomplishes these interviews at the Roadhouse. I have a fic that's kind of like this and I just have to finish the sex scene)

Rowena/Charlie (they are so spiky toward each other in a way that is just so. so juicy.)

Mary/Lisa (I just reread everything ends before you want it to and I love an unlikable but relatable Mary. Those men are not her babies!!)

supernatural triangle week

hi everybody! in july it will be my birthday and you all have to cater to my interests. and my interests are SUPERNATURAL and TRIANGULAR DYNAMICS! muahahaha.

i am hosting an event for putting characters from the cw's supernatural through romantic trysts where three may or may not be a crowd. from throuples to love triangles and everything in between. five days of threes (and mores), from july ninth to july thirteenth.

rules:

this is totally ship agnostic! pick whatever characters you wish. just make sure there's at least three.

tag your stuff #spntriangleweek if you put it on tumblr.

put your stuff in the ao3 collection if it's on ao3.

make it something at least vaguely related to the prompts below.

have fun!

thursday, july ninth: love triangle / omegaverse and etc.

get your love triangle on. whether it's about being torn between what one should want and what one does want, or being truly in love with two people at once, it's time to force our favorite characters to make some hard decisions.

grab your favorite fanfiction gender system: omegaverse, biobdsm, or some new thing you came up with based on side-blotched lizards. now make it triangles.

friday, july tenth: polyamory / closet

put your characters in an actual throuple - or maybe a v. have them react to their partner's new girlfriend, or just sit back and watch.

nail that closet door shut. it's your choice as to whether you want to take a crowbar to it by the end of the story

saturday, july eleventh: triangulation of desire / vessels

have your characters express their desire for each other through their desire for someone else. have character a believe they are in love with character b because character b has character c. or have them become obsessed with becoming character b. have character a micromanage b and c's sex life as a substitute for fucking character b. have characters a and c perform their love through character b's body.

exploit supernatural's most fun mechanic - possession. have more people than there are bodies to go around, and let that complicate sex and sexuality.

sunday, july twelfth: infidelity / alternate norms

get down to business homewrecking. destroy the nuclear family. ruin lives in petty, horrible little ways, then give out undeserved happy endings. or don't :).

show me a society where the norm is something else - patriarchal polygamy, sedoretu, troll romance, or something totally original. then show me the characters butting up against those norms, or perhaps... violating them.

monday, july thirteenth: something other / voyeurism

explore a triangular dynamic which isn't exactly about three "people" who "want" to "fuck" each other. explore the concept of the platonic third wheel who is more deeply In This Relationship than either of the people fucking each other. or perhaps consider that the third in a relationship might not be a person, but a memory, or a concept, or an inanimate object.

just because there are three people in the dynamic doesn't mean the other two have to know that.

oh yes

Jo/Meg humiliation mommy kink fic anyone? :) Here's the opening:

Blood. Face. Concrete. A combination all too familiar for a hunter of her caliber. Jo grits her teeth and tries to wriggle her way out from under the supernaturally strong hand keeping her cheek to the cold, hard floor, but only succeeds in finding an even more uncomfortable position, her cheekbone digging into the unforgiving surface. It isn't a clean floor: gravel and dirt crowd onto her face, and she had to keep one eye squeezed shut to avoid getting any under the lid.

"Oh sweetie," comes the cooing condescension of her captor, just as humiliating at the easy crouch over Jo's back as she struggles to no avail, "Do you need some help? You know how to ask."

"Screw you," Jo snarls, sharply knocking her shoulder into Meg's backside and hissing at the wrench in her aching muscles. 

"Poor little Jo-jo. You know a tantrum like this isn't going to help anything. I'm just trying to help you, baby."

The edge of a sharp fingernail scrapes Jo's cheek, stopping only millimeters below her open eye. Jo huffs out a trembling laugh, then some trembling words: "You think you scare me? Please. I've handled worse than you with both hands tied behind my back." 

She crosses her wrists in anticipation, subtly tilted so she could bust out of any rope or zip-tie with a little Houndini-ing, but Meg doesn't take the bait. 

"I've told you exactly how to get out of this, Jo-jo. No need for any tricks. I'll do exactly as you please. Are you going to say it?"

"Let me go."

The pressure on Jo's head increases, tight pain starring out from the point of her cheekbone. "No, duckie. Say it properly."

Jo bites the inside of her cheek, holding back a keen at the pain. Meg sighs with affected disappointment. Her hand moves from Jo's head but the pressure doesn't, Meg's demonic power effortlessly taking its place. The snip of scissors and a flash of cold metal at Jo's spine make her freeze stiff, and she feels every smooth slide of the scissors up her spine as Meg cuts her shirt in two. 

"Fuck. You." Jo manages to choke out, as Meg cuts through the elastic and straps of her bra without hesitation, despite the clasp being right there.

"Little blue petals," Meg notes, pulling her ruined bra out from under her and holding it up to examine it, then sliding her eyes to Jo's with a sly smirk; "You brought me flowers? You shouldn't have."