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A bit of a different "office plaything" AU, as I can't picture Natasha as a "daddy," but as a "mommy." That's just me.

Might have Clint and Laura doing stuff with Clarke, given that's what's in Valpolyto's fic, but still sort of weird for me to think of them as being with Clarke sexually, since I think of them way more as being "parental figures" to Clarke. But that's also just me.

Consequences for Negligence

It was a regular workday. Or as regular as it could be for Clarke Griffin. now, there were plenty things about her relationship with all of her lovers that could at best, be referred to as "immoral," but she really didn't care.

Her lovers and employers had made sure that there were many safeguards placed down, so that she would not feel that at any point in time, she didn't have the right to refuse their advances.

They had written up a document, making it clear that they were entirely at fault if she in any way, felt displeased with the arrangement, and in that case, would be reimbursed with an unimaginable amount of money, they always made sure she took birth control, and always used condoms, the women in her group of lovers regularly saw the gynecologist, and the men in her group of lovers regularly saw the andrologist, and they always made sure that Clarke had a safeword ready to use, if she felt she needed it.

And they always made sure she drank water and food after an intense lovemaking session.

Clarke knew that this arrangement probably could be looked at as immoral, however, that just made it all the more exciting for her.

And it wasn't like Clarke couldn't contribute her own spin on it, to make it even better.

Like she was doing now.

Clarke looked down at the document in her hands, and smirked. This document was not going to be getting to the location her lovers told her to bring it to, on time.

Why? Because she wanted to be punished for it. Nothing else except for that.

This was what led to her confrontation with her lovers later on that day….

And that was what led to her lovers closing the blinds of their windows, all of them, locking their door, and them telling Clarke to give them her safeword. Clarke had almost groaned in annoyance, but gave them her safeword, should she want to stop. Her lovers nodded. And Clarke's actions led to Clarke being ordered by her lovers to undress completely, and to kneel down on the carpeted floor, where Wanda had placed a couple of pillows, to cushion Clarke's knees, and to put her arms behind her back and spread her legs apart.

Clarke did as she was told, at least, this time around. She kneeled down own the large, soft, blue pillows, and placed her arms behind her back, spreading her legs apart.

And that was when she felt the ropes beginning to be wound around her wrists, around her thighs and tied around her breasts.

Clarke moaned, a sound that became a cry, when she felt a hand swat against her pussy, palm hitting her clit and making her hips thrust involuntarily.

The blonde woman gasped, looking up at who had swatted her cunt.

Natasha towered over her, emerald green eyes hungry.

Clarke swallowed, her thighs beginning to shiver.

"You were bad today, malyshka," Natasha informed Clarke, her voice dangerously low, "Now, you know you must be punished, I presume?"

Clarke nodded. She knew that. The documents that she had neglected to give to her lovers' coworkers had been important, and she hadn't given them to said coworkers. She answered quietly, "Yes…..yes, mommy."

Natasha smirked, and Clarke swallowed, feeling her throat become dry as her other lovers came over.

Steve, Tony, Carol, Jessica, Frank, Peggy, Sam, Thor, Bruce, Yelena, Melina, Wanda, Pietro; they all were here, and they were going to punish Clarke in various ways for her disobedience.

And Clarke could feel herself becoming wet at the thought of it.

"Color, love?" Natasha asked, and Clarke almost groaned, as she pulled at the ropes on her thighs, connected to her wrists and breasts.

They weren't just going to do it, were they? They needed her approval first.

"Green," Clarke said without hesitation.

Natasha smirked and the hand made its hit again, against Clarke's clit and Clarke cried out, arching.