Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for child abandonment and child neglect, and teachers more or less abusing their power-sort of.
Walking into their arms
The air around the apartment complex in Los Angeles, was not warm, but wasn't all that cool either, however, it didn't keep the twenty-seven figures near that apartment complex comfort, given what had been happening recently.
It had been six years since they had first started their relationship with their young lover.
They knew it had stopped being semi-serious a long time ago, but all of them knew that their lover was not ready to acknowledge that.
Clarke Griffin, their student in college, who they instantly had fallen in love with, who claimed to only be attracted to them sexually, and nothing else, who had come to their classes in her second year in college, being nineteen years old and always watching them with hungry eyes, and they found themselves incapable of not doing the same thing with her, had all their hearts in her hands.
What she chose to do with those hearts? Was entirely up to her.
They knew that what they were doing now, waiting outside of their building, around the campfire which they knew technically they should be arrested for, having in a controlled pit they had made for themselves, was a trial and they knew that if the trial didn't end up in their favor? It would destroy them.
But they knew that they needed to respect Clarke's decision, no matter what it was.
Technically speaking, the relationship that Clarke was pursuing right now, with one Finn Collins, a college student attending the same college that Clarke had gone to? Was far, far healthier than any relationship Clarke had with the twenty-seven individuals around the pit fire, waiting for Clarke.
The twenty-seven teachers; Steve Rogers, Frank Castle, Danny Rand, Jessica Jones, Sam Wilson, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton and Laura Barton, Luke Cage, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Barney and Simone Barton, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, James Rhodes-"Rhodey," Carol Danvers, Brunnhilde, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Sylvie Laufeysdotter, Hela Odinsdotter, Melina Vostokoff and Elektra Natchios, had happily given their hearts to Clarke, even while knowing that it was a foolish idea.
Six years ago, when Clarke had been nineteen, they had known that the relationship that they entered with her, several months after first meeting her, was a bad idea. You were to not enter into a relationship with your teacher, ever.
Decades ago it might have been a thing that made people willing to look away because, "oh, that's just how teachers are. Teachers can have sexual relationships with any students they want."
Well, that wasn't true. Even decades ago, there had been a criteria for what teacher could get away with having sexual relations with their students.
That being male teachers, and the only acceptable targets for their desires were the female students, never the male students.
In other words, in the United States, before the 2000s era, any pursuing of a sexual relationship between a student and teacher, had to be strictly heterosexual, and it was completely acceptable if the teacher was a man, and especially if the man in question was white.
Nowadays, no teacher would get away with that, regardless of biological sex or gender identification or skin color.
All twenty-seven of Clarke Griffin's lovers agreed that that was for the best.
It didn't change that what they had done, could get them in serious trouble.
If anyone asked them and if anyone asked Clarke? They had entered into a relationship long after Clarke had graduated college. A lie, of course, but hey, as long as they said that they had been together for three years instead of six, thereby giving them a story that swore that Clarke Griffin and her lovers started a relationship after Clarke graduated from college and had no chance of being in their classes during the time they started sleeping together, then that was all that mattered.
Should Clarke ever decide to change her story? And go to the police? Her lovers all had unanimously decided that they'd accept that.
They would not lie to the police, should that happen. They would tell the truth. But Clarke had yet to do that.
But now?
The twenty-seven teachers looked at each other, the shadows of the flames dancing all over their faces as they shared saddened glances with each other.
They were certain that Clarke loved them. They all were.
When Clarke had gone to them two months ago, and explained that she had been seeing someone on the side, a young man, Finn Collins, who was a year younger than her; twenty-four, they didn't deny it, they had been jealous. Intensely jealous.
But they realized that they needed to give Clarke a chance. It had to be Clarke's choice entirely.
If Clarke chose to be with Finn? Someone she said she saw as "new and interesting," then they would respect her choice and stand out of the way as she pursued a relationship with Finn, even if they were in pain over her decision.
If she chose to stay with them? Then they wouldn't be able to be any happier.
It would Clarke's decision, either way.
They would stand out of the way.
It was Clarke's decision and no one else's.
Still, seated in their deck chairs letting the fire in the pit warm them, they all could feel themselves become uncomfortable and feel dread. They didn't want to lose Clarke.
But as Pepper had pointed out, when they had lamented about all this before, if Clarke didn't love them anymore? They were going to lose her anyway. And even if she did still love them? Would forcing her to stay with them, make her love them more? Unlikely. And even if it did, that didn't make it okay. It wasn't right. That was why, if Clarke chose to be with Finn and leave all of them? Then they'd have to let her go.
No matter how much it hurt them.
Jessica gestured to the coolers between where Barney and Clint sat and Barney opened up the cooler and got one beer out, passing it over in their group, till the beer reached Jessica.
Jessica got it and nodded to Barney, then opened up the beer, gulping it down instantly.
Normally, Jessica would have drunken whiskey. But hey, if beer was available? She'd take it in a second. Now, wine? She couldn't stand that stuff.
"How long do you think till Clarke comes back?" Danny asked, unable to help but phrase it the way he phrased it.
None of the others could blame him. They all hoped Clarke would come back to them.
They knew there was a strong possibility that she would not.
But they desperately hoped she would.
They had before contemplated the possibility that Clarke might be pursuing a relationship with Finn, to make them jealous. To make them become more aggressive with her.
But if that was the case? They weren't going to be enticed to something like that, unless Clarke communicated with them.
And it wasn't like they didn't already have an extremely intense and kinky sex life.
Considering Clarke called many of them "daddy" and eight of them "mommy" enough times, that it most certainly was a kinky relationship.
Several of them glared at the fire, watching as the flames flickered about.
Clarke would come back. They had to believe that.
Six years ago
In the middle of September of her fourth semester in college, Clarke Griffin made a very important decision.
An important and she was guessing, both unacceptable and illegal decision.
She had met twenty-seven of the most interesting and sexually domineering people arguably in existence.
And had wanted them immediately.
And they wanted her back. She wasn't in their classes anymore. And yes while she still was a college student and they were still college professors, she was no longer their student and she was of age. She was nineteen.
Technically, though, she felt like there was still some sort of legal issue to this. If there was, though, she didn't care.
And they made it perfectly clear that they didn't care either. They only cared about her consent.
And she was going to give it.
Which was why she took off, getting close to the houses where they lived on campus.
She reached what she knew to be professor Bruce Banner's house, knocked on his door and gave him an alluring smile, when he opened his door. Seeing her, he smiled back, and welcomed her inside.
When they were inside, he asked, "Are you sure?"
And Clarke snorted, "You think I'd be here, if I wasn't?"
Bruce nodded and he pulled out his cell phone and called the others.
The other teachers had been there in almost seconds, each of them coming in through Bruce's front door, and all of them watching Clarke as they came in.
When the door closed, they all decided that Clarke needed a safeword. Clarke found that ridiculous, but she agreed to it.
They asked her what her safeword was. She told them. After that, they went to the sinks in Bruce's apartment-his kitchen sink, his bathroom sink and washed their hands, then dropped the belongings they had brought in, which were bags of condoms, containers of lube, and several toys.
And then they had started.
It was like all of the professors who Clarke had desired this whole time, shared a mind, because they all closed in on her at the same time.
They grabbed her, pulled off her clothing, restrained her, lifted her up, pulled her shoes and socks off, fondled her all over, squeezed her thighs, ass cheeks and breasts, Luke and Danny's mouths went to her throat and sucked on the pulse points, Clint grabbed one of her ass cheeks in each hand and pressed himself against her ass, letting her feel his hard on through his jeans up against her ass.
Pepper and Sam each were sucking on one of Clarke's nipples as they cupped her breasts.
Maria had leaned forward and deeply kissed Clarke, swallowing Clarke's moans, as she cupped Clarke's chin tightly.
Jessica reached between Clarke's legs, two of her fingers entering the young woman, the heel of her palm rubbing against Clarke's clit, and smirked as Clarke bucked her hips against the dark-haired woman's hand.
Before they had started, Bruce had shut all the blinds in the house and locked the door.
No one would interrupt them as they fucked their little girl till she couldn't walk and had no cum left to give.
As they groped and manhandled her, they didn't speak yet, just watched as Clarke squirmed in their grasp, greedy smiles crossing all of their lips.
They had watched her in their classroom, watching as she wore revealing low cut shirts and even wore very short skirts. They would never ever tolerate someone claiming that a woman or girl wearing revealing clothes, was "distracting" the other students or the teachers. But Clarke was not the type to often wear clothing like that. She had early on in the semester, worn things like jackets, hoodies, jeans.
She only started wearing that revealing clothing, when she had begun her interest in her teachers.
Of this, they were sure.
She had toyed with them a while. Now they were going to toy with her. Toy with her till she sobbed for them to stop.
Clint unzipped his pants, leaning down to the bag they had dropped, grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and put it on his cock, then leaned down and grabbed a container of lube, unscrewed it, smeared his cock with the lube, grabbed Clarke's ass cheeks, and pushed slowly pushed his cock into Clarke's asshole.
Clarke whimpered into Maria's mouth as she felt him penetrate her and her hips bucked again into Jessica's hand.
Clint groaned when he went in, his balls up against Clarke's ass. He groaned against her right ear, "Anyone use your asshole before me, baby girl?"
Maria chuckled, pulling away from Clarke so that the blond could answer.
When she didn't answer, Clint growled, slapping his right hand against Clarke's right ass cheek, "Answer the question," he barked, thrusting his hips so that his thick cock pounded Clarke harder, causing the young woman to gasp. Clint repeated the question.
"No," Clarke moaned, "No one has used my asshole before you, daddy."
Clint snorted, smacking his hand against her ass cheek again. "Wrong thing to call me, baby girl," he said, "I'll let you off this one time. Call me 'master.'"
Clarke groaned at the title and nodded. "No one before you, master."
"Good girl," Clint growled, then beginning to pump his hips back and forth, pumping his cock into her asshole again and again.
The others snickered, hearing Clarke call Clint "daddy."
Clint might not have liked being called that title, but plenty of them did. And many of them liked being called "mommy," as well.
Clarke was going to be crying out "mommy" and "daddy" quite a lot, from now on.
As Clint pounded Clarke's asshole, Jessica, thrust her fingers deeper into Clarke, palm still rubbing Clarke's clit as she cooed, "And you're going to fucking call me, 'mommy,' baby girl. Go on. Call me 'mommy.'"
Clarke gasped pumping her hips into Jessica's hand, as Clint fucked her, moaning at the feeling of her cunt and asshole being penetrated and her clit being rubbed relentlessly.
"M-mommy," Clarke moaned as she bucked into Jessica's hand, coming hard around Jessica's fingers and clenching around Clint's thickness.
Clint groaned a few seconds later and came, spilling into the condom, even if he really would have loved to cum inside Clarke's asshole.
He pulled out of her, and stepped back, peeling the condom off of his cock and tossing it into the small nearby trash bin.
Bruce hadn't stood by idle this whole time. He had taken his pants down, till they were around his ankles, had grabbed a condom, put it on and had lubed himself up.
As soon as Jessica stepped back from Clarke's cunt, he moved in, grabbing Clarke around her waist with his left arm and he grabbed his cock with his right hand and led it up till it lined up with Clarke's cunt, and without so much as hesitating, since Clarke had come and was slick and his cock was lubed up, he thrust in hard.
Clarke cried out at the sensation, but the others held on and rubbed and sucked on her breasts soothingly.
Bruce began to pump his hips hard, and without hesitation as he growled, hugging Clarke close, "Scream for daddy, scream for daddy."
Clarke moaned and cried out as she pumped against Bruce's cock, whimpering.
Bruce groaned, his voice husky, "You teasing me in class, showing off your breasts and thighs, you wanted me to fuck you in class, didn't you? You wanted me to have you on my lap and bounce you up and down on my cock while I was trying to give a lecture to the other students. Would you have liked that? Have daddy fuck you like the slut you are in front of all his students?"
Clarke groaned out, letting her head fall back, her head immediately being cupped gently by Laura.
"Yes, daddy," Clarke moaned, stimulated by both Bruce's filthy words and the visual they caused, and by his thrusts into her.
Fuck, he was thick. Even thicker than Clint. Neither Clint nor Bruce were all that long, but they were thick.
Bruce kept panting and ramming his cock in and out, till Clarke gasped, and came, Bruce coming at the same time, and she clenched around him and he came into the condom, pumping his hips harder and harder.
He pulled out of her, taking the cum filled condom off of his cock and dropping it into the trash bin next to them, for the condom to join the one that Clint had used.
Carol walked up next, staring at Clarke hungrily, licking her lips, watching as Pepper and Sam still sucked on her nipples and her eyes lowered down along Clarke's sweat-soaked body, to her pussy where a patch of blond hair was, watching as gleaming cum oozed out of the entrance of Clarke's womanhood.
Carol couldn't resist long, she lowered herself to her knees on the blue carpet on the floor, and grabbed Clarke's hips and put her mouth on Clarke's cunt, tongue stroking out of her mouth to stroke along Clarke's clit softly.
Clarke screamed, bucking her hips hard.
The teachers stood back and smirked, listening as the young woman who they had lusted and desired after since they had met her, came again.
When Carol moved back from Clarke's cunt, it was Wanda and Natasha's turns, they dove in, kneeling down and both putting their mouths on Clarke's cunt, Wanda sucking on Clarke's clit and Natasha licking her tongue all around Clarke's vaginal entrance. Clarke didn't have time to recover from the climax and orgasm that Carol had just subjected her to, so, the moment that Wanda and Natasha's mouths were on her, she bucked her hips right into them, arching up in the grasp of the other professors that were restraining her.
Wanda and Natasha didn't stop, though. They just kept using their mouths, Natasha continuing to lick and penetrate her tongue deeper into Clarke and Wanda continuing to suck and lick at Clarke's clit.
Clarke's shrieks of pleasure pierced the air.
When Clarke sagged in the grasp of her adorers, Clarke was carried away from the door and to the bedroom.
The bag full of equipment was carried in by Barney.
Natasha and Wanda were given two strap-ons. The bag was opened up and Elektra and Luke pulled those straps out of the bag and handed them to Wanda and Natasha, smirking.
Jessica grabbed the container of lube and opened it up, grinning at Clarke shaking and sweating on the bed.
"Wonder how many climaxes and orgasms we can give her, till she passes out," Jessica chortled, watching as Natasha and Wanda fitted their strap-ons onto themselves.
"We'll find out, won't we?" Natasha said, snickering, and she and Wanda both turned to Clarke, walking to the bed, Natasha fitted with a dark blue strap and Wanda with a black one. Jessica handed the tub of lube to Natasha. Natasha snickered still, taking the tub from Jessica, pulling out globs of it out and rubbing it all over her strap.
She handed the tub to Wanda and Wanda did the same with the tub, lubing up her own strap.
Bruce got up onto the bed, grabbing Clarke's thighs and spreading them. Sam got onto the other side of the bed, grabbing Clarke's arms and pinning them down above her head.
"If you want to stop, baby girl," Jessica chuckled, leering down at Clarke, "You might want to use your safeword."
Jessica glanced at Natasha and Wanda. If the two of them were going to do what she thought they were going to do? Then Clarke had better use her safeword soon if she didn't want to be full with cock to the limit.
Clarke's eyes slid to look at Wanda and Natasha, ready to pounce on her.
She shivered, seeing the strap-ons on the two older women before her.
She whimpered quietly, "Fuck me till I can't move," she pleaded.
Several of her new fuckbuddies laughed, clearly enjoying Clarke's words.
"Alright, sweetie," Wanda purred, "But we need you to address us properly. Call me 'mommy,' baby girl."
"And call me 'daddy,'" Natasha said, warning in her voice.
Clarke swallowed, hearing those words.
She nodded, not able to help herself.
"Please, mommy, daddy," Clarke all but moaned out, "Fuck me. Fuck your bitch unconscious."
Clarke heard several moans and groans and chuckles in response.
She saw all three Natasha, Wanda and Jessica grin at Clarke's words.
"We got a horny one here, don't we?" Jessica practically howled, grinning.
Wanda and Natasha got onto the bed, slowly aiming the heads of their fake cocks at Clarke's cunt, pressing in carefully.
"Well," Natasha answered Clarke's vulgar words, "Since you asked so nicely…,"
The two older women slowly slid their straps into Clarke and pushed down, thrusting in, gently squeezing both lubricated cocks into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke cried out, hands grabbing onto the sheets below her, shaking at the sensation of being stretched out to the extent that she was being stretched out.
Natasha husked, "Say your safeword, or we're going to continue, devushka."
Clarke nodded, but she said no safeword.
Natasha and Wanda shared a grin as they slowly pulled their straps back, then together slammed their straps back into Clarke, making the blonde under them arch up, eyes clenching shut and howling, feeling her eyes roll back into her head as white light filled her vision.
They fucked Clarke like that, again and again, fucked her in every way they knew of, and considering many of them were far more experienced than Clarke was? That meant Clarke got fucked in so many ways, so many ways.
After that? It was simply routine.
Clarke would finish up her classes for the day, put her things away at her dorm, then make her way over to the dorms of her former professors and current fuckbuddies, even if they claimed that they were not her fuckbuddies, but lovers. And they would proceed to fuck her brains out.
For years they carried on like that.
And in all honesty? Much like Clarke? The twenty-seven professors enjoyed the game too.
They enjoyed the times they would go through the halls of one of the college buildings and would find Clarke talking to friends, and catch her eye and watch her fight a smirk, clearly enjoying the feeling of her lovers' eyes on her, roving over her, her lovers most likely wishing that they could put their arms around her and kiss her in public, in front of her friends, but knew that they would not.
They enjoyed it when during seminars, they would be sitting in on other teachers' lectures and watch Clarke answer those teachers' questions and answer those questions in such a way that bordered on flirting, and almost enjoyed the way Clarke's mouth nearly turned up in a smirk, aware that her lovers were watching and were getting jealous.
And they certainly enjoyed what came afterwards. After Clarke practically flirted with those teachers, and got her current lovers riled up, they would wait for her, and she would come to them to one of their dorms and as soon as she entered the dorm, she would be in no way surprised when they would move forward, and grab her, instantly beginning to grope her and try to "punish her" for her behavior with those other teachers.
Needless to say, their sex was very intense during those times, and as each of them took turns pounding into Clarke, fingering her, eating her out mercilessly, Clarke laughed joyfully at their jealousy spurred passion, only for that laugh to be cut off by a moan, when the waves of pleasure hit her.
They would fuck in several public spaces, too. Never in an area with witnesses, of course. But empty classrooms, corners in halls. Any place where they might be discovered, but were not.
Often, in one of the wider halls where students would be placed for a lecture, when it was empty and not scheduled to have a class in it anytime soon, they would place Clarke onto one of the long desks, yank her pants down and each of them would take their own pants down, the men would put the condoms on, before thrusting hard into Clarke, and the women would put on straps, before thrusting those into Clarke, each of them taking turns, pounding Clarke doggy style on the table, listening to Clarke moan and cry out with every thrust into her, treating her like the sex toy she wanted to be treated as.
They learned over time what Clarke's life had been like. How she had been abandoned as the age of six by her own mother. How she had been raised in an orphanage after her father had died of cancer and her mother had chosen to throw Clarke away. How Clarke had been abused in various homes, till Clarke finally made herself so undesirable to be adopted, till she aged out of the orphanage and looked out for only herself.
They were honored that Clarke felt safe telling them all of that.
They wanted to take care of her. To protect her. For her to feel entirely safe with them.
And when she would look up at them at night, as some light came in through the window from lampposts outside and they could see Clarke peering up at them from where she lay, a content smile on her face as she gazed at her lovers, who were seated against the wall next to her, and she watched them with nothing but trust in her eyes.
"Those were the days," as the saying went. But it seemed like the saying, "all good things come to an end," also applied.
For after those years, Clarke began seeing a young man by the name of Finn Collins, behind her lovers' backs.
Now, had Clarke told them about this Finn Collins from the beginning? They wouldn't have felt threatened.
It wasn't that Clarke was seeing Finn Collins that made them upset, it was that she had withheld that piece of information from them.
It meant that there was a chance that Finn Collins might actually be a real threat to their relationship with Clarke.
Which was why, when at last, Clarke told them about Finn Collins, who they already knew about, seeing Clarke and Finn together on campus and seeing Clarke kissing him on the lips, they just looked at her sadly, feeling the betrayal like multiple barbs in their hearts.
They told her the truth. That they had seen Clarke and Finn together before. So none of this was a surprise to them.
Clarke had been startled, but had said, "That's good. So, then, this isn't a shocker. Look, I haven't decided anything yet, alright? I love what I have with all of you. But Finn is different. New, you know? I just want to try something new."
Clarke's former professors, they had all talked before this and discussed how to approach this subject with Clarke.
They never wanted her to feel pressured into anything, really, they didn't.
So, they agreed on what they would tell her. That they would give her time. She could be with Finn as much as she wanted. But they hoped she would choose them in the end. But if she didn't? They would respect her decision and let her be. Even if it hurt them.
They had told her this, and they had watched the surprise form on her face.
Clearly, she had thought, or maybe even hoped, that they'd get angry and possessive.
And yes, there was a part of all of them that were deeply possessive and jealous.
Some part of them wanted to have Finn expelled from the college, to never come near Clarke again, and to grab Clarke, drag her back to their apartment building-yes, they were living in an apartment building by this point, throw her onto the bed and fuck the shit out of her till she remembered that they could please her better than anyone.
But that wasn't an option, was it? Not unless they were alright with shattering her trust to pieces and sexually assaulting her, destroying her trust and committing a betrayal of their own morals.
No. They knew what they had to do. And what they had to do, was respect her wishes. And if she chose to be with them in the end? Well, they couldn't be happier.
Which led them to only one conclusion of what they could do. Which was essentially, just to wait and see.
Present day
The embers were slowly dying out, as a bus drove up to the side of the road, several feet from the apartment building that they were all now living in.
They paid no mind to the bus, not pondering for that long who was on it.
By the time the fifth of the last embers died out, they had begun to truly accept that Clarke might not return to them. And they knew that they would have to respect that, no matter how much it hurt them.
Rhodey got up and stamped out a few of the embers, and turned as he did, stepping on some more that were close by. As he did? He faced where the bus was, and saw the doors of the bus open up and saw who stepped out of the bus, the form of the figure that stepped off of the bus, lit up by the lamppost right next to her, allowing Rhodey to see her perfectly.
Rhodey's eyes widened.
"Um?" He said, feeling his heart skip a beat, "You might want to turn around."
Startled, the others slowly turned around and looked at where Rhodey was staring.
Several gasps left them.
Clarke. Their Clarke.
Their little girl.
And she was here. Not with Finn in some bar getting felt up by him. Here.
They wanted to believe that she was here to be with them, but they feared what would happen, should they step forward to embrace her and be proven wrong.
Clarke came over to them and as she got closer, her lovers noticed the uncertain expression on her face, the nervousness that was there.
When Clarke got close enough for her to hear them, Wanda called out, "Clarke? Sweetie? Weren't you supposed to be with Finn Collins tonight?"
Clarke actually laughed quietly, and even from the distance she was at, her former professors could hear the sarcasm in it and they understood that it was an ironic laugh.
Clarke was then inches from them as she stepped closer and they made out her saddened smile.
She stepped before them, her arms crossed over her chest, not in a gesture of being standoffish, but almost as if she was hugging herself to comfort herself.
She looked at all of the twenty-seven people in front of her, the men and women who had used to be her professors and who were her lovers and her next words came out, voice vulnerable and fragile, as her blue eyes stared at them pleadingly, "I made my decision. Finn's young and exciting…but there won't be anything real with him. I want…I want to be with you. all of you. I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want me anymore, after what I did."
All of the professors who were Clarke's lovers, were stunned, but all had made their decisions before this.
They knew that pettier or more sensitive people, would turn their backs on Clarke.
But they wouldn't. They couldn't.
What they had with Clarke, was real. It was profound, even if Clarke hadn't been willing to accept that at the time.
And they wouldn't let that go, just because Clarke was young and made a mistake, even if what she had done had been cruel in its own way.
People did cruel things all the time, either by accident or because the intentions of the people doing those cruel things, were good, and the actions cruel.
That didn't mean that the person committing those actions deserved a terrible punishment or should be terribly punished.
And they would never abandon Clarke, even if that was what Clarke believed that she deserved because of all the abuse she had received when she was younger.
Which was likely why, when the group of twenty-seven moved forward, arms open for Clarke to walk into them, Clarke's eyes widened and she stared at them, shock covering her features.
She most likely had believed that they would leave her, in response to her relationship with Finn Collins behind their backs.
Still, Clarke's lovers held their arms out for Clarke, waiting.
Clarke swallowed and all but sobbed as she unwound her arms and ran to the twenty-seven professors, jumping into several of their opened arms, Wanda and Pepper hugging Clarke around the waist at different angles, Rhodey hugging her around the shoulders, and Steve hugging her around the side.
Clarke hugged herself against Wanda's chest.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, eyes closing, shaking, afraid her twenty-seven lovers might leave at any second, "I'm sorry."
"Shh," Pepper assured Clarke, leaning her head down and kissing Clarke's forehead, "We love you, honey. We love you so much."
Clarke moaned quietly, hugging herself to Wanda, Pepper, Rhodey and Steve more.
"And Finn?" Steve asked gently.
Clarke winced at his inquiry. "I left him," she assured her lovers, "I told him what I told you. That he's nice. He's fun. But he isn't you. Whatever I have with him? It's not real and it won't last."
Tony, Natasha, Pietro, Jessica and Sam all chuckled at this, leaning between Steve and Pepper and each taking turns kissing Clarke's forehead.
"Come on, baby," Jessica said, nodding to their apartment building, "We should get you home. You'd better be ready. Because we have to pay you back for even thinking about leaving us."
Clarke swallowed and bleary eyed, looked up at Jessica and shivered when she saw Jessica's smile in what little light she had from the lamppost. Jessica's smile was one Clarke recognized.
It was a smile that Clarke got meant that any time Clarke wanted to get out of this, she could.
But Jessica said it, because she knew that Clarke needed reassurance that everything was alright between them.
Clarke whimpered, feeling relief flood her.
Her lovers chuckled, recognizing the sound.
"Time to go, sweetie," Wanda said, as she, Pepper, Rhodey and Steve, began to carry Clarke back to their apartment building and Clarke put up no resistance whatsoever.
She knew what she was in for tonight. And she welcomed it entirely.
Tonight, unless she used her safeword, her lovers were going to use her as a toy even more than usual, because they missed her, because they had yearned for her. Tonight, she would be reminded of every moment they had spent together, during her college years, to now. To reminisce over every moment she had happily been their plaything.
And she was happy to experience that again.
There were some relationships that were fun and exciting, yes. But that didn't mean that it would lead to anything real. To anything meaningful. And that was something Clarke would always remember. There were some relationships that were fun and exciting, yes. But that didn't mean that it would lead to anything real. To anything meaningful. And that was something Clarke would always remember. Her relationship with her lovers, was different from whatever she had with Finn Collins. Because not only was it fun. It was real. What she had with them, was real.