Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for normalized sexual assault, gang rape, childhood trauma, child abandonment and unhealthy relationships
An inventive remedy for nightmares
Clarke's mates had a….unique way of getting rid of Clarke's nightmares.
Whenever Clarke was snuggled between her mates and she'd snap awake, crying out or just crying, as her mates held her and cuddled her and assured her that everything was alright that they were right there with her.
They asked what the nightmare was about.
Clarke knew that they sometimes, if not often, feared that she would have nightmares about what they had done to her. But none of her nightmares were ever about those. Her nightmares always were about her mother abandoning her and about all those nights she was alone in that orphanage.
And she told her mates this.
And Clarke was cuddled by her mates, then they would get to the…method they were going to use to drive Clarke's nightmares out and get her to a more peaceful sleep.
They'd hold her on their laps, then begin to slide their hands between her legs and begin to finger her.
Clarke struggled a bit, but because they were cuddling her so closely, she knew that she'd never be able to break out of their hold.
Most recently, Jessica fisted her, holding Clarke on her lap and having Clarke ride her lubed up fist, Bruce and Frank placed her on her stomach and fucked her cunt, from behind, their cocks stretching her cunt out as they both entered her, the both of them slicked up with lube.
Laura had Clarke ride her strap.
Then Natasha had her ride her strap.
Carol and Steve fucked her at the same time, Steve in her ass and Carol in her cunt with a strap.
Tony and Pepper would eat Clarke out at the same time.
Wanda gave Clarke breast milk and had Clarke ride her mommy's thigh as Clarke did this.
Clarke's arms were tied behind her back this whole time, and her body held and legs forcefully spread, so that she had no way of struggling away.
Eventually, Clarke got tired out and passed out.
Honestly, Clarke couldn't recall the last time she had such a peaceful night sleep, since her mates had begun to fuck her to sleep.
At the moment, her mates were not present in the house. Clarke's "babysitters" were with her, cuddling her.
Clarke had been fucked by them before and enjoyed it. So, anything that happened between her and them, she would be for.
However, at the moment, she was asleep.
Unfortunately, it was not a restful sleep.
She had yet another recurring dream. A nightmare. The memory of when she'd been abandoned.
Her mother pushing her out of the car, looking at her with disgust, a victorious smile crossing her face as she closed the door and drove away from the orphanage, as Clarke cried out, trying to run after the car.
"Mommy, don't leave me!" She screamed as she raced after the car that was disappearing quickly in the distance.
She tripped and fell, hitting her right knee onto the gravel and crying out, tears streaming down her face as she watched her mommy's car disappear when it went around a corner.
She heard voices behind her and looked to her left, seeing people coming out of the orphanage and walking to her, concern on the adults' faces.
It would be the only concern she'd ever receive from the adults that worked at the orphanage.
Around Clarke, those that were stationed here to watch over Clarke, stared at the sleeping blonde, seeing the tears stream down her face.
"What do we do?" Eddie asked, worried, "Wake her up?"
"Yeah," Dan said, nodding, "They told us what to do in this situation."
Peggy, Dottie and the others all nodded, recalling what their bosses had instructed them to do.
Leaning down, Anne kissed Clarke's forehead and whispered against her left ear, "Clarke, baby? Wake up. You need to wake up. We're right here."
Clarke whimpered as she started to stir, and Christine gently nipped at Clarke's throat, causing Clarke to gasp and awake, tears still pouring from her eyes.
She looked up at the people around her.
Seeing that she saw them, Christine said, smiling, "Hi, baby. We know you had a bad nightmare. It's okay."
Clarke sniffled, staring up at her.
"She left me," she said quietly.
Christine smiled sadly. She and the others here, knew what Clarke's history. Their bosses had explained it.
Clarke's mother had abandoned her when she was very young. It was why Clarke had so many mommy issues. Massive mommy issues. It was why whenever Wanda, Jessica, Pepper, Elektra, Melina, Simone, Hela and Sylvie had Clarke in their laps and held Clarke to their breasts, Clarke usually became docile quickly.
You wouldn't think Hela, Jessica or Elektra to be particularly maternal, however, with Clarke, they were.
And Clarke was addicted to their attention.
It was why Clarke submitted so quickly to Christine, Dottie, Anne, Jane, Sif, Gamora and especially to Peggy.
The maternal attention she got from them was far too tempting not to submit to.
"We know, honey," Dottie said, kissing Clarke's throat, where the small bite mark was that Christine had bitten her.
Scott went to the bathroom, and got a small, plastic cup of water, bringing it over and Clarke drank some of the water. After she did, Scott placed it down onto the small table next to the bed.
Clarke faced the people around her again.
"You don't need her," Hope assured Clarke, "She wasn't worthy of your love."
"Your mates love you," Scott said softly, as he came to sit down next to Clarke again, "Your friends love you. We love you."
Clarke looked up at her mates' minions, startled.
Scott smiled and glanced at the others. They smiled back.
It had been years since they'd first met Clarke. And while they were not Clarke's soulmates like their employers were, it didn't change that they had fallen fast for her. They all were mated, had their own respective mates.
However, it didn't change that they had found themselves falling in love with Clarke fast.
It was easy to do. She was so easy to love.
"You do?" Clarke asked, and none of them missed how Clarke was peering up hopefully at Peggy. Then at Dottie, then Gamora, then Anne, then Christine, then Jane, then Sif.
"Yes, baby," Peggy assured Clarke, "We do. All of us do. All of your daddies love you. And all of your mommies love you."
At the word, "mommies," Clarke whimpered quietly, hugging herself closer to Dottie and Christine.
The group shared a lecherous and predatory look, as Hope said, pushing Clarke back onto the bed, placing Clarke face up to them, "We know a way of getting you to a better sleep, quickly. Your mates told us, baby girl."
Clarke squirmed. "Wait…," she mumbled, but she couldn't get out from under them.
"Shh," Dottie cooed, as she began pulling down Clarke's shorts, "Don't worry, baby. Your mommies and daddies just want to taste your sweet pussy."
Clarke struggled, whimpering, "No-"
Her gasp was cut off when Christine and Scott leaned down, their mouths fixing around her throat and licking and sucking.
They held Clarke's arms down as they did this.
Eddie's large hands squeezed and massaged Clarke's breasts through her thin shirt.
Dottie, Peggy, Gamora and Sif held Clarke's legs apart, pulling Clarke's shorts down past her legs, and Dottie leaned forward first, licking her tongue all along Clarke's clit, making Clarke scream and arch immediately.
"Mm," Dottie purred against Clarke's clit, "So sweet…."
She then dipped her tongue in and it entered Clarke's cunt, darting it in and out of Clarke's groin, and Peggy moved forward, licking at Clarke's clit where Dottie had left off.
"Suck her off," Hope laughed, grinning at Peggy and Peggy smirked, wrapping her lips around Clarke's clit and sucking hard, tongue stroking and tapping against Clarke's clit.
Clarke squirmed and twisted, screaming, eyes rolling up into her skull.
Clarke's screams were ragged throughout the night.
Peggy and Dottie ate her out for an hour, both of them rubbing themselves off by reaching between their legs as they ate Clarke out.
Then they placed Clarke onto her hands and knees and Scott unzipped his pants, got behind her and thrust deep into her, slamming into her and fucking her doggystyle, growling at her to "cum for daddy."
You wouldn't think Scott especially aggressive, since he was so nice and unassuming.
And if you asked him or Hope? You would get the exact same answer about who tended to be in control most of the time in the bedroom. And it usually wasn't Scott.
But the moment Clarke was under him, he suddenly was eager to make his partner into his plaything.
After Scott was done fucking the hell out of her and pulled out of her, Dan got behind her and replaced Scott inside her.
Then Stephen.
Then Christine with her strap-on.
Then Eddie.
Then Anne with her own strap-on.
Then they pinned Clarke down to the bed, and each of them took turns eating her out.
Sometimes they'd touch themselves while they did it, sometimes they'd hump themselves against one of Clarke's thighs.
But they ate Clarke out the whole time.
Eddie hadn't been able to help himself and had forced Clarke's legs around his waist, as he thrust deep into her, his large, thick length pounding into her as she struggled. Her torn off shirt was used as a gag as Eddie pounded into her, cooing to Clarke about how much her "daddy" loved her.
Finally, Clarke passed out.
And as they watched Clarke's chest rise and fall peacefully, Dottie and Peggy unable to help but lean down and each kiss one of Clarke's nipples, Clarke's chest bare, after Clarke's shirt had been torn off by Eddie and he had continued to squeeze and massage those mounds, snickering the whole time.
They pulled the shirt out of Clarke's mouth and tossed it to the floor.
A few hours went by as Clarke slept her peaceful sleep.
They then heard the sound of a car approaching the driveway.
They knew that it was their bosses.
How much they'd be displeased or how much they'd be pleased by their employees' actions, none of them had any idea.
But they'd find out.
They heard the door open, then close and heard all the locks be put into place.
They heard the group come up to Clarke's room, and found her unconscious and naked between her mates' employees.
Lifting her eyebrows, Natasha acknowledged, "I see Clarke had some fun with you. Or should I say, you had fun with her?"
The said employees, all looked at each other awkwardly and many of them shrugged.
"She had a nightmare," Peggy explained, "About her birth mother."
Clarke's mates tensed up at this information. They knew how many nightmares Clarke had over Abby Griffin. A horrid woman who didn't deserve Clarke's love, ever.
"It sounds like you did what you could," Wanda assured them.
They heard soft mumble and looked down at the bed, as Clarke began to wake up.
Unable to help the three of themselves, as soon as they noticed that there was a cup of water on the table next to the bed, waiting for when Clarke needed it, Frank, Jessica and Elektra looked at each other and snickered, placing their things down and the three of them went to the bathroom, washing their hands, then going to the bed where Clarke was waking up, and they kneeled down at the bed, right at Clarke's lower torso and just as Clarke woke up, all three of them lunged forward, mouths going to work as Dottie and Peggy held Clarke down.
Frank flicked his tongue in and out of Clarke's cunt, Elektra licked at Clarke's labia again and again and Jessica licked her tongue along Clarke's clit.
Clarke's screams filled the room again as she arched.
It went without saying that Clarke most likely was most likely going to have many long nights of restful sleep for many years to come.
Author's note
Yeah...I sort of have a liking for Peggy, Dottie, Scott, Eddie and Christine in my fics.