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Supercorp: Lena and Alex bond over video games and their girlfriends have a hard time getting their attention whenever they're playing Call of Duty.

Kara slid the key into her apartment door and walked through, immediately dropping her bag when she was on the other side.

She rolled her eyes at the sight of Lena perched on the end of the couch, headset on, game controller in hand as she shouted at the characters on screen.

‘You call yourself an Agent, Danvers? What kind of shooting was that?’ Her girlfriend yelled incredulously through her headset at Kara’s sister.

There was a pause and then a huge chuckle from Lena.

‘Do you kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?’

Another pause.

'I do more than kiss your sister with my mouth…’

Lena snorted.

'You started it…’

Kara hung up her coat and rolled her eyes again. It was her fault really; she had innocently mentioned at game night last week that Lena had a copy of Call of Duty at her apartment. Alex’s eyes had lit up as she had immediately pulled Lena into the kitchen to discuss tactics and playing with her online.

Kara had only wanted her girlfriend and sister to bond.

The next evening Kara had come home to discover Lena in a pair of sweatpants, engrossed in a mission with Alex online.

Pleas of ’30 more minutes’ had turned into 3 hours and Kara had gone without anything more than a quick kiss from Lena all evening.

Two evenings later, Kara has walked into a similar scene, but this time Alex was on the sofa with Lena.

'Your girlfriend is really good!’ Alex called over her shoulder at Kara, 'for a civilian…’ she teased Lena.

'Oh, you wana go Danvers?’ Lena teased back, bumping her shoulder into Alex, 'we’ll head to the shooting range and I’ll show you just how good this civilian is.

Kara grinned, happy that the pair of them we’re getting on.

'Is Maggie working late tonight?’ Kara asked.

She was greeted by silence; only the sound of gunfire filling the room.

Kara tried again, but again there was no response from the two women sitting on the couch.

Kara sighed and walked towards the sofa and gently tapped Lena on the shoulder.

Lena jumped and turned to face Kara, taking in the slight raised eyebrow.

'Hi darling!’ She exclaimed and turned her head to place a kiss on Kara’s cheek, but tried to keep her eyes on the TV; she instead ended up kissing the air.

'I’ve been asking if Maggie is working late tonight and you’ve both been ignoring me’ Kara pouted and poked Alex in the shoulder.

'Sorry Kara! We’re playing a two player mission and… Lena! On your right!’ Alex yelped and Lena spun back round, her tongue poking out as she shot in the direction Alex had shouted.

Kara shook her head and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner; she knew there was no way she was getting any help from her two favourite women.

A week later and Kara was no longer finding it cute; Lena has barely spent any time with her in the evenings and judging by the texts Kara had received from Maggie, Alex had been no better.

It stopped tonight.

Kara contemplated her options before sending a quick message to Maggie;

Lena is playing again. Guessing Alex is glued to the sofa?

It didn’t take long for the response to come through;

Oh yes. You’ve created a monster Little Danvers! Alex hasn’t touched me in a week…

Kara scrunched up her nose before tapping out a quick reply;

TMI Maggie!

Kara could just imagine Maggie laughing; she enjoyed playfully teasing her a little too much.

Kara wandered towards her bedroom, amazed that Lena still hadn’t noticed that she was home. Her phone buzzed in her hand;

It’s your fault LD… but it has given me an idea… you game?

Kara was intrigued; she had an idea of where Maggie was heading, but didn’t want to think about helping her sister get laid.

Distract them? Kara quickly replied.

I don’t need any details; she’s still my sister! She added as an afterthought.

Bingo! Black lace is always a good distraction ;) came the reply.

Kara groaned and pushed her glasses back up her nose. She chuckled as her phone buzzed again;

Sorry LD!

Kara threw her phone on the bed and quickly undid her shirt, a plan starting to form in her mind.


Meanwhile at Alex’s apartment, Maggie was rummaging through Alex’s wardrobe for a plain white shirt. She was in just a pair of black lace boxers, having decided against a bra.

She found one and pulled it on and rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. The shirt was slightly too large, but added to the overall effect she was going for. 

Maggie checked herself over in the mirror before heading towards where Alex was engrossed in her game with Lena.  As an afterthought, she quickly removed the handcuffs from her uniform belt that was hanging over the back of a chair.

Maggie leaned against the wall, just out of Alex’s eye line, her ankles crossed, and handcuffs dangling from one finger. She chuckled as she heard Alex reprimand Lena for getting shot, good job Little Danvers, she thought.

Maggie cleared her throat.


Kara pulled on Lena’s kimono, the silk gliding over naked skin; she had decided to forgo anything underneath. 

She let her hair down from the bun it had been in all day ran her fingers though it a few times.

Kara wandered out to the bedroom and sunk onto the sofa next to Lena, who finally noticed her girlfriend was home.

'Hey love’ Lena smiled and Kara lent forwards to place a quick kiss on her cheek, 'we’re nearly at the end of our mission…’

'That’s ok’ Kara replied and put her legs across Lena’s lap.

Lena noticed the sudden pair of legs and looked at Kara, her eyes going wide as she noticed the slightly open kimono, her kimono, which was barley covering her very naked girlfriend.

Kara suppressed a chuckle as she watched Lena’s eyes dilate.

'It’s fine babe, you finish your game with Alex’ Kara reassured Lena as she pulled on the tie to the kimono, the silk gliding open now there was nothing to hold it in place.

Lena turned her attention back to the TV, but found that her eyes kept darting back to Kara’s naked form lounging next to her.

Kara started to run her fingertips over her body; gliding over the swell of her breasts, down to her stomach and back up again. She noticed the way Lena’s eyes kept darting back to her until her character got shot.

Lena winced as Alex yelled through the headset, what was that Luthor? What’s going on there? Lena squeaked out a one worded response; she wasn’t about to explain to Alex that she was being distracted by Kara lying naked next to her, touching herself.

Lena re-doubled her efforts to concentrate and complete the mission as quickly as possible, but nearly dropped the controller when Kara let out a low breathy moan. Lena turned her head sharply to find Kara teasing and pinching her nipples.

Lena gulped.

Kara retained eye contact with Lena as she slid one hand lower and lower until she brushed through her soft curls to the wetness beneath. She circled her clit a few times and bit her lip to suppress a moan.

Lena sat frozen in place, torn between wanting to watch Kara or replace Kara’s fingers with her own.

Kara’s finger slid lower to gather up some of the wetness coating her lips. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean.

'Alex…Alex… You there?’ Lena managed to stutter into her headset, 'you’re on your own…’

Lena removed her headset and threw it onto the coffee table along with the controller before laying over Kara and kissing her passionately, growling at the taste of Kara’s arousal.


Alex turned around as Maggie cleared her throat, her mouth going dry as she took in her girlfriend’s attire.

Her hair was down; soft, messy curls framing her face; a slightly too large shirt that Alex recognised as one of her own, nipples hard underneath. Alex’s eyes travelled down to the lace boxers and she let out a moan; Maggie knew she had a weakness for lace underwear.

The handcuffs glinted in the light and Alex licked her lips. She removed her headset, set it down on the sofa and stalked towards Maggie, reaching out for the cuffs, thoughts of Maggie cuffed beneath her running through her mind.

'Uh uh’ Maggie tutted, 'as your hands have been far too occupied with that controller all week, I’m cuffing your hands exactly where I can see them.’ Maggie tilted her head, waiting for confirmation from Alex that she was ok with that scenario.

Alex nodded and practically ran towards the bed.

Maggie laughed as her girlfriend bounced onto the middle of the bed and waited patiently. She snorted when she heard Lena’s voice come through the headset telling Alex she was on her own.

Maggie walked slowly towards the bed, making Alex wait for her.

'Lie down, hands above your head Danvers’ she instructed.

Alex complied, sighing in contentment as Maggie straddled her waist and leaned forwards to feed the handcuffs through headboard and click the cuffs round her wrists.

'I’m going to make you beg…’ Maggie whispered into Alex’s ear, 'You don’t get come until I say Alex. Understood?’

Alex moaned out in agreement.

'You’re never going to ignore me in favour of that video game ever again’ Maggie murmured as she ran her tongue over the shell of Alex’s ear, smiling as Alex shuddered beneath her.


The next morning Kara awoke to herself and Lena tangled on the couch, clothes strewn everywhere.

She reached onto the table to grab her phone and laughed out loud at the message from Maggie;

Mission was a success! I’ll spare you the details ;)

Yes, Kara agreed taking in the worn out CEO asleep on her, the mission was most definitely a success. 

(Request) Make You Remember

Title: Make You Remember

Characters: Negan x Kate

Requested by: @worlds-forever-apart

Something where the reader is one of his wives but tends to ignore him so one day he finally has enough and asks you to his room and they have rough sex. (Also beardless Negan would be preferable)

Warnings: NSFW

Note: Long overdue request! Ahhh hate how my inspiration’s been running away lately. I hope this came out okay and not mediocre omg. I’ve written and re-written this countless of times because it’s just never okay. Again, I’m so sorry for taking so long! Hope you enjoy this, Kate! And I’m sorry if this didn’t live up to your expectations!!!

Kate was in the commissary looking around for things when she heard the familiar whistling of Negan from afar. She froze on the spot at the realization that there was no one else in the room but her. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck with her husband, with no way out. She began grabbing stuff as fast as she could, not wanting to have any sort of confrontation with Negan.

Kate had been ignoring him after all.

The whistling stopped and when no sound followed after a couple of seconds, Kate heaved out a sigh of relief and finally decided to head out before Negan could even enter the room. Much to her dismay, the door slammed open, revealing a clean-shaven Negan with Lucille propped on his shoulder. His lips curled into a smirk as he sauntered inside the commissary, kicking the door behind him as he approached his wife.

“Hello there, wifey.” He greeted with his usual playful tone.

Keep reading


Reid x reader

It’s funny how one moment of weakness can ruin everything isn’t it?

“Y/N, you’d better still be coming tonight.”

You replied to Penelope assuring her that you were, even though you didn’t want to.

Tonight was the Annual FBI Summer Ball and when you’d booked your ticket, you’d been intending on accompanying your then boyfriend, Spencer Reid.

Until you fucked everything up and made the biggest mistake of your life. One that you’d spent the last six months regretting as you watched him grow closer and closer to your other colleague, JJ.

It was your own fault and you deserved every piece of heartache and pain you felt. God knows, you’d caused him enough.

The night you could no longer hide your guilty conscious had been the worst night of your life. The tears that had been shed by the both of you, the yelling; you to him, begging for him to say something, to berate you, to tell you he hated you instead of just sitting there with a look of absolute disbelief on his face.

Disbelief that you’d hurt him. Because both of you had never thought that it would be possible for one of you to hurt the other the way you had.

When you’d got together nearly three years ago, you thought you’d be together forever. This was it, the love of your life. The man you were going to marry and have babies with, mini genius’ running around spouting off facts.

The team had been shipping your relationship from almost the moment you’d joined, replacing JJ as media liaison when she moved positions to profiler.


Jennifer Jareau.

The woman who’s arms you’d sent Spencer running into.

Despite her marriage to Will you were so certain something was happening between those two. The looks they gave each other, the sly touches. The text message that had been sent accidentally to you which was clearly marked for her. You knew her relationship with Will was on the rocks and had been for a while, you just never expected her to cheat on him with Spencer, or for Spencer to become the other man. The whole thing seemed very hypocritical on his part, not that you could comment to him about that.

And not that you had any actual proof. It was just a feeling, a very strong feeling.

You’d lasted two months keeping your secret, scrubbing yourself raw in the shower almost every night, still convinced that your body would show evidence of your failings. Two months of trying to act normal around the team, around Spencer. Until one night you couldn’t bear it anymore and you broke down crying, your secret spilling free.

“Why?” Was all he’d asked over and over again.

“I don’t know.” Had been you answer. Because you truly didn’t. You loved Spencer to pieces, he was the perfect partner. Kind, funny, considerate, great in the bedroom and amazing everywhere else.

When you looked back over and over and analysed the situation, you came to the conclusion that you’d simply been lonely. You’d been injured a few months prior and had been unable to complete your usual duties, being deemed unfit to fly. This meant you and Spencer being away from each other for longer periods than you were used to, and when he was back, he seemed distant; didn’t want to go out anymore and didn’t want to take you to bed.

It turned out when you’d eventually confronted him about it, that he’d been getting debilitating headaches and hadn’t wanted to trouble you when you were dealing with your own recovery. At that point though it was already too late. The deed had been done, the crime committed.

You tried to convince yourself that you could live with yourself, that you loved Spence and that what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. You’d made a mistake, a huge horrific one, but you were sorry. You realised that he was one hundred percent the person you wanted to be with. No one else, ever again. And then one night something had set you off. You couldn’t even remember what made you blurt the words out, only remembering the sound of Spencer dropping his coffee mug to the floor as the world you both knew seemed to stop turning.

Suprisingly Spencer hadn’t wanted to break up. “It was a mistake,” he’d said. He could forgive you, as long as it never happened again. He’d neglected you and hidden his own problems from you which had resulted in you feeling abandoned, leading you to that bar that night. He loved you, you’d get through this.

The only problem was: you couldn’t forgive yourself. Now the words, the contents that had been filling your head since that night, had come spilling out, that was it. You couldn’t go back from this. You didn’t deserve his forgiveness. You deserved his hatred.

And so you’d broken up. Three years together, gone. In the space of 24 hours, you’d collected up your belongings and moved them back into your own apartment, contacting the realator and taking it back off the market. In the space of 24 hours, you’d updated your social media relationship status to single, replying to every single message with “I don’t want to talk about”. In the space of 24 hours you’d become a singular cell, rather than being part of the unit you’d become accustomed too.

In the space of 24 you’d lost the love of your life, your best friend, the father of your future children.

In the space of 24 hours you’d lost a piece of you. And it was all your own fault.

Spencer graciously agreed not to reveal to the rest of the team the reason why you two had broke up, giving the explanation that you’d simply just fallen out of love with each other.

If anyone asks, I’ll tell them we both just moved on
When people all stare I’ll pretend that I don’t hear them talk
Whenever I’ll see you I’ll swallow my pride and bite my tongue
Pretend I’m okay with it all
Act like there’s nothing wrong

The team accepted it on the surface, Hotch calling you both into the office separately and asking if you’d be able to continue to work together. You both thought that you could and you both managed to maintain a civil attitude to each other, not letting the break up affect work or the others in the team.

You knew the others talked about it, speculating what had what happened between you. Penelope and Emily both turned up on your doorstep with bottles of wine on multiple occasions wanting to be there for you. You never let yourself cry in front of them though, you didn’t want their pity, their kind words. What you’d done didn’t warrant it.

A few weeks after the break up, JJ’s demeanor towards you changed. Whilst she didn’t exactly become cold, she was no longer the friendly, mothering figure she’d been, and she stuck to Spencers side like glue. He’d told her, that much became obvious. You saw them both talking in hushed tones at the office, Jennifer touching Spencer’s shoulder slightly in comfort. After that, they started spending more and more time together, excluding the rest of the team from their out of work activities and acting almost like a couple.

Their new behaviour to each other sparked even more wonder within the BAU. Everyone had known that Spencer used to have a huge crush on her, and for someone who was usually very private about her life, JJ had made it very clear that she and Will were having problems, discussing them at length with Emily and Morgan.

You tried to ignore the whispers, the gossip. No one in the direct team believed it, it was the clerks, the office staff, the temps. There was talk that Spencer had left you for Jennifer and that they were having a not so secret affair.

If only they knew the truth about why you’d broken up.

But then…. they’d hate you. No one could ever hate Spencer though. There was something about him. He was the golden boy. If it had been him that had cheated on you, then people would forgive him. They’d say it was because he was so socially awkward, he didn’t really understand relationships. They’d make excuses for him. Not you though. So you played that old line again and again. “We just grew apart” and when people commented on his apparent affair with JJ, you’d shrug, “if they do end up together, then I’m fine with it. I want him to be happy.”

And then at night, when you were alone, you’d cry.

Is it over yet?
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets?
Is this what it feels like to really cry?

How much longer would you feel like this? Would you ever stop hating yourself for breaking his heart, for breaking your own heart?

Probably not.

Tonight was going to be tough.

And then tomorrow, you’d hand in your transfer papers. You were never going to move on when you had to see him every day.

Especially now when you could see that he was starting to laugh and smile again.

That was the worst. Seeing him becoming happier. And knowing that you’d have to pretend to be happy for him.

Because he deserved to be happy.

I’m talking in circles
I’m lying, they know it
Why won’t this just all go away?

And you didn’t.