The foreboding words on your arm, side-story. Clarke had a feeling that something was off when her mates brought her to the hotel room. She figured her mates wanted her to themselves tonight. As it turned out, she was wrong.

The foreboding words on your arm side-story: When Clarke's mates catch her trying to take some drugs again, that is when they decide to fall back on keeping her from taking any drugs, by holding her captive. And Clarke has had experience in what all of that entails. (The warnings are in the author's note at the beginning of the story).

Clarke Griffin should have known that this was going to be more than just a game. She unfortunately didn't find out until it was too late what the prize for the winning team of the game would be.

When Clarke contemplates her mates, and how much desire they have made her feel, well, can anyone blame her for being happy to kneel before the dominance of such women? Direct sequel to "Only if you want us to."

Strictly humor, but those that like the taste of bananas? Might just want to steer clear of this fic. A WolfHowlRunner61 Her Guardians fic. Clarke Griffin has strong feelings about what to do with bananas, and many of them involve toilets and flamethrowers and windows. In other words, all things used to dispose of the offending food.

Two of Clarke's lovers, Dinah and Helena ask too many questions, and Clarke leaves, getting angry. But her mates wait for her. They always wait for her. They know she'll come back. Rated M for graphic details about gore.

Clarke whimpered, moving closer, her mouth inches from Natasha's throat as she spoke, her tongue stroking over her fangs again, "Nat, if I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop." "Then don't stop, moya lyubov'," Natasha cooed, knowing that Clarke would never hurt her, razor-sharp teeth and claws or not.

Clarke Griffin might as well have had a sign on her that said, "Still teething," however, with Natasha Romanoff? Clarke was as docile as possible.

Finn could pretend all he wanted that he didn't want Clint and Laura, but they knew better and were happy to take advantage. It certainly was a way of getting him away from Clarke, so that the vampires could zero in on Clarke, themselves. Tribute to LightSpearDarkArrow's Dracula fic on Archive.

WolfHowlRunner61's Her Guardians tribute. Clarke's whole life, she's experienced this...watched feeling. She has come to believe that whoever is watching her, mean to protect her...but do they?

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. Kamala Khan has finally found her mate. Now, she's hoping that she and her mate, Laura Kinney, can have some bonding time together...involving the first woman that Kamala ever fell in love with, Clarke Griffin. (Unfortunately, there is no option for putting Kamala Khan or Laura Kinney down as characters on this site)

While Clint and Natasha are off getting intel from SHIELD, Clarke and Laura are left at home to play. One of my zombie Clarke Griffin stories.

There was nothing to see here, just your average day-if you were Clarke Griffin, anyway. Just your average day of Clarke being pleased against her will by all the people she lived with.

What was the price of salvation? If you asked different people in this world, you'd get varying answers. But for the Ark people? All they had to give up was a single person. When Clarke Griffin is married off in a deal as a child, years go by, without her aware, till one day, those who intend to have her hand in marriage, come back for her.

"You left me," Clarke growled, "You left me…" "I didn't," Natasha whispered against Clarke, desperately wanting to kiss Clarke, unafraid of the fangs, knowing that Clarke would sheathe those fangs quickly, to protect her mate from any pain, "I never left you. I never really left you. I'd never."

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. Clarke's mates are not to touch her when she is working in her club. Her mates agree to this, but they have something planned, as always. If they can't please her one way, they'll please her another way.

Clarke runs from her house, unable to be around the people that are supposed to love her. In the woods, she catches the attention of several very sexual demons that have every intention of having their way with her.

The very, very perverted mice will play. "The foreboding words on your arm" side-story.

Clarke's only source of comfort during a long period of her life, are voices on the phone, soothing her, as she tries to ignore the abuse she goes through from the house she lives in. But things take a...different turn. And Clarke learns not to be so trusting of a pretty voice over the phone.

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. And all they would subject to her? All they would give her, tearing the memory of her mother abandoning her to pieces? Would be pleasure. They wanted to give her everything. And they were going to give her everything, even if she screamed for them to stop the whole time.

"We should be angry," Kara said, "We should be so angry with you. Facing three people that powerful like that on you own?" "Well, what are you going to do?" Clarke asked, glaring away from Kara, "Punish me for it?" Then Elektra spoke, a smirk on her face as she said, "Only if you want us to."

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. All of Clarke's mates are well aware of how much Kamala hungers for Clarke. And they might as well take advantage, for Clarke's pleasure, right? Warnings inside fic.

"The foreboding words on your arm" side-story. For all their amorality, Clarke's mates had a very strong code of conduct. The strong code of conduct being? That Clarke was always to be pleased. Always.

The foreboding words on your arm side story. Clarke's mates introduce Clarke to a new mommy. Frigga is very pleased to meet Clarke. Warnings inside the fic.

Clarke is very familiar with her mates...forms of showing love to her. She supposes she shouldn't be surprised, therefore, when during a dinner, Clarke's mates and their servants all have one thing in mind: for her to ride each of their faces until she passes out.