As always the warnings are in the notes and tags. Clarke Griffin's desires for...debauchery is always fulfilled thanks to her mates. Her only concern is their capacity for violence. But to them, as long as they do it for her, it's excusable. Along with their addiction to Clarke's whimpers, what could go wrong?

"I promise everything is going to be alright," those were the words that Natasha always used to sooth Clarke. And it always worked. Until now. Now, that Natasha and Yelena and Carol were manipulating everything, now that Natasha made it clear, she didn't mind forcing herself on Clarke.

A series of one-shots. All the possessive and controlling behaviors of the different fics that exist with Clarke and her mates. Starting with a WolfHowlRunner61's Her Guardians tribute. The vampires who are Clarke's mates intend to make her one of them. And they don't need Clarke's consent to make their beloved theirs forever.

Tribute to LightSpearDarkArrow's "They call to her" series. Now that the demon queens have Clarke right where they want her? They will give her all of their love. And they know that they don't exactly need her permission for that. But they hope she will give them permission. for all they have ever done, has been for her.

Prequel to my story, "A scintilla of self-control." Clarke Griffin meet eighteen vampires who lord over St. Louis. And have a very strong interest in the young human woman who has entered their lair. Together, they walk her through their lair that is full of pleasures.

Another alpha/omega fic. Clarke Griffin has been a teacher for years at a college. And the batch of students that she teachers, she's not put off by them being older than her...or by them being all alphas and her an omega. But she soon learns what exactly these alphas have planned for her, when they have her right where they want her.

Clarke, having understood just how much her mother hates her, and having to flee her home because Abby gets a crowd of people to try to kill her, Clarke accidentally summons a group of demons that have a fixation on her. And for better or for worse, Clarke is going to belong to these demons for all of eternity.

The warning is in the author's note at the beginning. Clarke has many issues and deep desires that she has never voiced before meeting her mates. But her mates are there, to give her exactly what she hungers for. Only problem is that she never tells them what she wants.

Just your basic "Not Safe For Work" alphabet. Nothing but the usual to see here. Or rather, the usual pleasure that Clarke always experiences at the hands of her mates.

One thing that always struck Natasha Romanoff about Clarke Griffin, the love of her life, was just how insatiable the younger woman was.

Clarke Griffin is dealing with her issues years after first meeting her mates and after accepting her...complicated relationship with them. And her mates will continue to pleasure her. One way or another. (Takes place years after my story, The foreboding words on your arm, so, that alone should be a warning)

Clarke had accepted a long time ago, that her mother never loved her. But Clarke finds ways of paying her mother back...like having some fun with some family friends behind her mother's back...whoops.

La petite mort. "Little death." That was the translation. Something Natasha finds amusing as she is about to have her way with Clarke. How fitting, since she intends to give Clarke many "little deaths" before the night's through.

he knows that what she is doing is wrong. But if it keeps Clarke from knowing any more loss? Natasha will do it. It is why she doesn't feel that much regret, when she strikes a match over where the Pym particles are.

Anger almost always was fueled by one thing-pain. Yelena Belova knows this. How Yelena reacts to finding out that her sister has been with her, Natasha and Melina's shared mate all this time.

"Does this please you, my love?" The werewolf asked, her huge paw pressing its palm against Clarke's chin, Abby's blood coating Clarke's mouth. Clarke shuddered at the scent, knowing she should be repulsed, but only felt one thing. Elation.

Clarke could claim that she was heartless all she wanted. Natasha was happy to combat that belief. One night of passion after another.

Clarke really wanted to curse at herself for her stupidity, but instead, felt the answer to Natasha's question coming out against her will. And again, she wasn't going to stop this and use her safe word, because she knew the rewards would outweigh any frustration she felt. This was going to be a long night.

Clarke stared up at Natasha, "The two are interchangeable to me," Clarke said, unable to think of anything else to say, "You and love. There's no difference to me." She would obey her goddess. She could not tell Natasha what she wanted to tell her. But her goddess would get at least one thing that she was entitled to. And that was Clarke's absolute and unwavering submission.

Before Clarke Griffin's mates choose to abduct her from Los Angeles, they know they most make it clear for their allies and employees to behave themselves. After all, Clarke means more to them than anyone in the entire world. And not even pomegranate seeds will be needed to keep her with the people that love her.

Clarke lives a solitary life, trying to avoid people finding out about a specific ability she has. She can read peoples' minds. Amongst having other abilities. But when she hears the particularly violent thoughts of a group of people out to commit murder, what is she to do?

Five of Clarke's mates have a proposition for her. And it involves Natasha being at the center of it, so, how could Clarke not say yes?

Clarke is introduced to yet another dom, who wants to make Clarke pleased. Peggy Carter. And as soon as Clarke meets this gorgeous woman? How can she refuse?

"We have you now. Have you where we want you. In our grasp. There's nothing to be afraid of, Clarke. Please, don't be. We'd never do anything to actually hurt you. We know how frightening this all must be. Twenty-seven strangers that are your mates, demanding your attention, having captured you and held you in a room akin to a fortress. But we promise, we are trying to help.

All things considered, Clarke, Natasha, Carol and Maria, were certainly having a pleasurable night together.