#nonconvember2025

You had been warned about Maya by Matt and Sal; even Quinn had spoken in hushed tones about her while you ran into your coworker at a nearby cafe during lunch.

Predatory wasn't really the right word but there was something about the way Maya would get anyone backed into a corner and made to do whatever she demanded of you. It was excruciatingly hard to say no to the head of marketing.

You simply chalked it up to fear and bullying and Maya, most likely, always used to getting her way with people. She was good at her job and of course there was a reason she was head of such a tough industry.

You should have been taking pointers from one of the greats.

Instead however, you were cowering and turning back around in hallways whenever you heard Maya drawing near.

In meetings you tried to sit as far away from her as possible and keep any communication between you and her short and to the point. She hated when people tried to upstage her, even Matt.

You picked your battles with her and tried your best to stay out of her way.

Which was going fine, until she had you cornered in her office while you were delivering her mail.

The office door closed behind you just as you put the stack of documents onto her desk and in an instant, every muscle in your body tensed. Who else would have closed the door behind you if it wasn't Maya?

"You're a little late today, aren't you?"

Her tone didn't come off as annoyed and surprisingly, it sounded more playful?

You slowly turned yourself around; back to her desk as you gave her one of your warmest smiles. Who cared if you looked like some silly customer service worker. You needed to be in Maya's good graces even if they were tinged with a fake need to be nice to her.

Her smile in return was wicked. It was the only way to describe her; like a wolf that had hunted down its next meal. You felt the hairs on your arms raise in attention and realized you had nowhere to run. Your back was to her desk while hers was to the only way out of the office.

You grinned a little wider and tried to push some sort of ease back into your body.

This wasn't going to end well.

"I've seen you around here...well, when you're not running off in the other direction of me. That's fine. I'm sure you've heard a lot."

You didn't know if you should nod or shake your head to that statement so instead, you remained perfectly still.

"I'm also sure you've heard a lot of stories about me testing out the new hires...you know, seeing what they can do for me. Take it as a Mason Initiation. I've already coined that so don't get any ideas, alright, Sweetheart?"

You swallowed hard and tried not to let the nickname sink into you. Your knees already felt like jell-o and you wondered if it would be rude to take a seat on the edge of her desk.

"Open up the first drawer on the left. That's for you...well, it's for you for after..."

You cocked your head to the side at her cryptic words. Would you dare turn your back to her to look into her desk? She was asking you to do it with her permission after all. Whatever the hell this 'initiation' was.

You did as you were told and turned to open up her desk drawer.

The usual office supplies crowded around the small compartment; hastily thrown like she didn't have any time to properly place her busy life. Everything seemed in order until you saw the pregnancy test box. You licked your lips as your fingers ghosted over the cardboard.

"Take it out and close the drawer. Leave it on my desk."

Once again, you didn't dare question her. The box came out, the drawer was closed and you left the unopened box on top of the stack of papers you had come to drop off.

"Maya..."

"Don't get it through that thick skull of yours that I'm pregnant...jesus, never again. Anyway, no...that's for you, not for me."

Your tongue felt thick like it was suddenly made of cotton. What the fuck was she talking about?!

"Maya I'm not...I'm not into men..."

"You're not into men."

You realized as those words dropped from her mouth you had sealed your fate with her. All the blood in your body rushed up to your face and neck and suddenly you felt dizzy.

"I'll do anything in exchange to knock up the new hire and the new hire is you! Those are for after, obviously...I mean, we have to fuck first to see if you get one line or two."

Your mouth had dropped open without you realizing it as you tried to absorb just what the fuck she was saying.

This was some joke; some weird, HR-should-be-told-about-this-level-of-sexual-harassment joke.

She was going to get you pregnant?

The blood drained quicker than it flushed.

"I didn't know you...you..."

She nodded her head and that wicked smile only grew on her beautiful face. You watched as her left hand came up to rub at the heavy lock that hung from the chains around her neck. Something was unfolding faster and faster around the two of you and you no longer had a say in it.

"Fucked all the new hires? Have a breeding kink? Like having semi-public sex? You would know this if you didn't turn the corner and scurry back every time you heard me come down the hall but, that's fine. You've found out now."

This was insanity.

Until, you realized she had told you she'd do anything.

Anything to fuck you; to breed you.

Anything.

She nodded her head as she saw the wheels turning in your brain. With that, she made her way over to you one agonizingly punctured step at a time. You pulled your gaze downwards to watch her heels move against the lacquered wood floor. Each heel click sent shivers down your spine and a new image of her and you popped into your brain.

You licked your lips and she laughed,

"Anything and everything is on the table for you, Baby. You just gotta ask."

You knew the level of power she had in this studio. It would be stupid to let that go to waste. Anything you could think of, she was ready to grant to you in exchange for sex. You couldn't say you've done worse things in your life and finding a job that paid the bills (just barely) was a deal struck with the capitalist devil anyways.

"You get me a job up here. Working with you guys and not in the mail room. Full time...benefits. A paid week vacation to start."

You pushed your demands through your mouth and tried your hardest to mimic the way Maya spoke. No questions, no asking permission. Stated and factual. Putting things in place before they were even granted to you.

You watched as Maya's smile grew into something darker; something you knew she was the master of. All of this, the way you spoke to her just now was turning her on.

You were meeting her match. You were getting down on Maya Mason's fucked up level of moving through this cut-throat world.

You were a perfect candidate for her to have her way with you.

"You see that brown couch over there? I think you should get on it."

Your eyes followed her pointer finger and the nail, more like a claw, that extended from it. Whatever this was was unfolding faster and faster before you could really stop and ask yourself what you were getting yourself into.

That's when, as you took your steps towards the couch, you noticed all the blinds in her office were drawn.

She had been expecting you to come up here.

This had been her plan all along.

"Maya..."

"Clothes off, too. I don't have fucking time to be all sweet and loving. I need to fuck your brains out and I need to do it before this fucking 3 pm meeting comes. Got it? Hurry the fuck up."

You thought you were going to swallow your tongue.

At both of your expenses however, you did as you were told. You could feel her eyes on you as you undressed in her office and left your clothes on a neat pile beside the couch. People had done worse for a good job and good pay, you remind yourself, and nearly half of them weren't about to be fucked by an insanely gorgeous and scary woman to get it either.

That's when you realize you had, in some way, accepted this so easily because you were sexually attracted to Maya Mason. Something about her meanness and brashness; the way she commanded and demanded. The way you'd hear her before seeing her and knew that no matter who she was with, they looked upon her with mixed emotions of fear and lust.

People wanted to be her and were terrified of being her.

You looked back over your shoulder at her and realized she hadn't taken anything off herself.

She had simply added.

The deep burgundy harness hugged at her hips and wrapped under her legs like a second skin. The cock she had between her legs was definitely a lot bigger than the ones you were used to. As she got closer, you saw what looked like a clear tube tucked into the waistband of her pants.

A syringe.

The cock had a prominent slit just like a real one would.

At your realization of this, Maya simply grinned and nodded her head. She was close enough to you now to press her hands at the small of your back and walk you towards the couch. You stopped when your legs hit the edge of it and her hands wrapped around your front to squeeze hard at your nipples.

You moaned loudly and reflexively brought your head back to rest against her shoulder.

"Look at you folding already for me...you can't wait to have this cock inside of you, can you? Didn't know the new girl was such a fucking slut."

The way she didn't bother whispering her words made you moan again; who knows who was able to hear you through these walls of her office. Everything around you was suddenly very, very real and you tried your best to keep your breathing at a normal pace.

She used her body to lean you forwards; barely allowing you to reach out to grab the headrest of the couch. You sunk your fingers in as hard as you could, afraid she would push you forwards and make you fall. You were certain she could be that way; completely unapologetic when it came to fucking the life out of someone.

You barely had time to lift your head up as Maya already made the first move against you. You could feel the warm silicone pressing up against the back of your legs and sliding ever so slightly upwards. She thrusted her hips forward to rub her erection against your ass cheeks and you, without second thought, pushed your hips back towards her.

"God, you're so needy...so desperate. I thought you'd at least have an inch of patience..."

You heard Maya suck her teeth as the words pushed through her like gravel. She was trying just as hard as you were to keep your resolve.

She was just as desperate and just as needy but she'd never let anyone tell her otherwise.

Maya had to remain in control.

Her cock rested in between your cheeks; ever so slightly sliding back and forth. Your brain was wheeling as it tried to anticipate what she was about to do next.

It wasn't anything you had thought of.

You felt it hit your skin before you heard Maya moan in sickening pleasure. Warm and wet and rolling down your spine.

She had come on your back and you knew, deep in your gut, that it wasn't a lot because she had asked you if she could knock you up.

She needed to save whatever was left in that syringe to come inside of you.

The thought alone, of her needing to waste what she had down your back made you groan loudly and risk falling forwards. Your left hand pulled away from the headrest to shoot down between your legs. You had just enough time to get a few rubs at your clit before you heard Maya hiss through her teeth and grab at your hips to pull you away from the couch.

You had done something she didn't approve of.

"I don't remember telling you that you could touch yourself and you never asked. Hands off of your fucking self, got it, Sweet Thing? You just get on your back and look fucking breedable for me."

With that, Maya used her hands at your waist to spin you around and push you back onto the couch. You dropped down with a bounce. Your right leg had come up ever so slightly and it was enough and close enough for Maya to grab your ankle and hold it up in the air.

She smiled as you winced.

"Give me your other leg while you're at it...much easier for me to fuck you as deep as I can..."

Her fingers pressed together to signal you to do what she asked. You watched as she beckoned you; coerced you. How were you to say no when her nails were digging into your ankle? How were you to say no when she had you trapped basically underneath her in such an angle you had no means of escaping gracefully from.

And, at that moment, did you even want to escape?

Both your legs were up now and tightly in Maya's grasp. She cooed at you and pouted her lips; whispers of how fuckable you looked, how good you were behaving for her. You could feel every muscle in your body clenching in wait.

You wanted her inside of you so goddamn bad it was almost painful.

The waiting and teasing and the pretty words she called you that dropped from her mouth like crystal made you moan and writhe against the couch underneath you. You moved your hand to grab onto the edges of the couch cushion while your left reached up to grab the headrest once more. You were biding time just as much as she was until she pulled you closer by your legs and then ever so slowly, pushed your legs towards your head.

You weren't even sure if your body could move like that, bend that way. Your knees were almost at your ears as she folded you back.

"Can you hold that? Just like that? Daddy needs to fuck his cock inside of you now."

The moan you let out was borderline pornographic and for a second, you didn't care who heard you from outside Maya's office. Maybe even, you hoped someone did hear you as Maya moved in closer between your legs and teased your clit and folds with the tip of her cock.

You wondered if she would cum on you again before entering; would she dare waste whatever she had left in her syringe for that or, did she have restraint?

Her hips moved back and forth painfully slow as the silicone dragged over your skin. You were throbbing, aching for Maya to push into you. The teasing and the foreplay was a lot, especially when she had made such a scene of not wasting time.

Of course she had lied about that to get her way.

"Maya...please..."

"Please what?"

"Please. What?"

Your body heaved; rolling almost as you choked back a frustrated sob. Your eyes caught hers and from the look on your face, you were doing more than just begging to be fucked. You were giving yourself completely over to her for use.

"Fuck me."

"And?"

Your gaze darted down away from her face to watch as she positioned her cock exactly where it needed to be to slide into you without hesitation. You bit your lip and threw your head back and waited for what was to come,

"Breed me."

You took Maya's cock in one single thrust; already so wet for her. Your body reacted just like how she thought it would. Muscles clenching and the slight wiggle of your hips as you tried to create that addicting friction deep inside of yourself. You wanted to feel every inch of her and every ridge and groove that coated her toy. You wanted to feel her cum so deep inside of you and so much that it would seep right out.

You wanted your thighs and the couch underneath you soaked.

You wanted it all and lucky for you, it was what she had to give. Her movement only picked up; faster and harder as she tightened her grip on your inner thigh as she held you still and made sure your legs stayed where they were.

You felt the skin break away under her nails; scratching and marking you up.

She pushed into you and your brain had to correct yourself.

She rutted into you and that opened the floodgates of a never ending moan that tumbled from your lips. You felt like your head was going to explode; a dizzy spell coming over you as she fucked you hard. Each thrust felt like she was hitting your cervix. Each push felt like she was going to split you into two.

You were begging her through tiny little whispers, asking her to cum inside of you. You clenched around her cock to try and hold her inside as deep as you could. You were submitting quicker each time.

And Maya? Maya looked on in awe and admiration at the sight below her. The way you kept your legs so perfectly in position for her to fuck you deeper. Your face; the expressions that littered it were almost too much for her to bear.

And Maya watched on, almost hypnotized at the sight of your breasts bouncing against your chest.

"Oh...god, Baby you're going to..."

Maya cut herself off as her finger hovered over the top of the plunger; timing it perfectly as she pushed in as hard, as deeply as your body would allow her cock to go before quickly pushing down without remorse.

You felt the sensation of being filled instantly and you knew, from that point on, you'd never be able to have sex without this feeling. It seeped and it drained; spilling around her and coating your insides.

You believed in that moment, as Maya remained deep inside of you, the two of you trying to catch your breaths that when you were allowed to leave this office with that pregnancy test in your pocket it would, without a doubt, read positive.

You opened your eyes as you heard a faint knock on your bedroom door. You turned your head, unable to see anything because it was dark in the entire house.

“Ingrid? You okay?” You called out. 

You turned your attention to the clock on your bedside table, realizing that it was three in the morning. You sat up, turning on your lamp to find Ingrid standing in the doorway with a frown on her face. 

“Just having a rough night; can I come in?” she asked.

You sighed; a part of you wanted to say no, that you just wanted to be alone, but you knew how Ingrid was. You knew when she was like this, it was best not to leave her alone. 

“Yes, but I’m being the little spoon.” You stated, seeing the smile on Ingrid’s face as she made her way towards you.

Ingrid moved around the bed and climbed in as you shut the lamp off. You moved down so you were lying down—she wasted no time, moving onto her side and wrapping an arm around you. You closed your eyes, wanting to fall back to sleep.

Just as you began to drift off to sleep, Ingrid’s hand slid down to your tummy. You held your breath, looking at the clock to see that only twenty minutes had gone by. You were unsure if Ingrid was asleep or what, but you decided not to say anything. You closed your eyes again, trying your best to fall asleep. 

After a full hour, you were able to fall asleep but woke up to Ingrid’s hand in your underwear. Your eyes snapped open, trying to pry her hand out, but she was a lot stronger than you had expected. You gasped as she swiped two of her fingers against your clit.

“What—what the actual fuck are you doing?” You snapped.

Ingrid didn’t respond, only using her other hand to reach around and cover your mouth. You tried your best to pull away from her, but her grip on you wasn’t faltering. Ingrid ran her fingers from your clit and through your folds. She stopped at your entrance but held her fingers in place.

“It’s okay, shh… You don’t have to cry.” Ingrid whispered, kissing your shoulder softly.

You hadn’t realized that you were crying. Ingrid moved her hand from your mouth to wipe your tears away.

“Why are… why are you doing this?” You cried out as Ingrid pulled her hand out of your pants.

You took a deep breath as Ingrid shifted on the bed. She leaned over, turning on the lamp, and when you realized that she only had a shirt on, you panicked. 

“Ingrid, please—I—I don’t want this.” You pleaded as she pulled your underwear off you. 

You regretted not wearing pajama pants to bed. You closed your legs, squeezing them together as Ingrid moved closer to you. She pushed your legs as far apart as she could, looking down and biting her lip.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You begged as she moved between your legs.

Ingrid laid on top of you, kissing your neck as she started to grind against you. When she lifted her head up so she could look at you, she finally spoke up.

“I would never hurt you.” Ingrid frowned, grinding against your pussy harder. “I love you too much to hurt you. Don’t you believe me?”

You swallowed nervously. “Then please stop this.”

Ingrid stopped her movements, frowning as if you had said something terribly mean. To your surprise, Ingrid reached up and grabbed you by your neck, holding you in place. 

“I want to show you how much I love you, and you’re doing to lay here and take it.” Ingrid stated. “Or… I could tell Taylor that you’re not a good person? That you’re mean to me all the time, and that you talk about Taylor behind her back.”

It was a lie, but with how close Ingrid and Taylor were, you knew she would believe your roommate. You shook your head as best as you could when she squeezed gently. A warning.

“Please don’t,” you pleaded. 

“Then let me make you feel good. That’s all I want to do.” 

You stayed quiet, trying to weigh your options. All you really had to do was let Ingrid get you off, but if she had asked to have sex with you instead of this… you would have wanted it. Now, you didn’t want her anywhere near you. 

“Okay…” you said, trying to wrap your mind around everything that was going on.

Ingrid pulled away, and for a moment, you were confused. She got up off the bed and walked out of the room. You sat up, afraid to move despite not knowing what she was doing. You closed your legs, squeezing your thighs together.

When Ingrid came back, your eyes widened as your attention turned to the toy that was between her legs. It was a lot bigger than anything you’ve ever used on yourself—let alone anything anyone has ever used on you.

“Ingrid that’s…” You trailed off, unsure what to say.

“I’ll go slow! I promise.” Ingrid stated, climbing onto the bed.

Ingrid forced your legs apart once more, not wasting any time in lining the strapon up with your entrance. You took a deep breath just as Ingrid pushed all the way into you to the hilt. You choked on your spit, trying to push her off you, but she wasn’t budging. Instead, she began to fuck you at a rough pace—not allowing you to adjust to the size.

You laid there, taking what Ingrid was giving you. You were wet, but you weren’t close to coming. Ingrid brought her hand down between the two of you, rubbing your clit sloppily as if this was her first time doing it. 

“Are you going to come for me?” Ingrid asked as she sped up her movements.

You nodded, despite knowing it was a lie. You were nowhere near close, but you knew if you told the truth, it would make her upset. 

“Come for me.” Ingrid moaned.

You did your best to fake an orgasm, and to your surprise, Ingrid bought it. She continued fucking you for a few more minutes, riding out her own orgasm.

Ingrid pulled out, moving to your side so she could cuddle up to you. She closed her eyes, humming as she wrapped her arm around you.

“I’m so glad we got to do this now,” Ingrid admitted. “When you wake up in the morning we’ll go for round two, and then I’ll order us some food, yeah?”

Sam would drag him back to the hotel.

Dean would be a whiny mess, disoriented the whole time. That'd be the best part maybe. Putting the guy whose always deadset on a plan, ruthless about it, into place when he can't tell what's happening in a way that matters.

Sam would use handcuffs.

Not real handcuffs.

More like zip ties, really. It's their kind of jank, their kind of cheap substitute, their kind of style. Tied too tight around wrists, tethering them together behind his back. He writhes, Sam warns he'll get rope burn if he doesn't stop, he'll keep writhing.

He doesn't try and kick Sam off though. Doesn't try and flip himself over to look Sam in the face either. Just slurs out confusion and agitation at what Sam's doing because he's too buzzed to do anything else, and Sam is just buzzed enough that he knows he can do it.

Flip him over. Exposed. Vulnerable. Breathing heavy. Supine and oh so gorgeous as he breathes out, "Sammy," on a delicious exhale, staring up at his brother likes hes a god.

And right now, with all the power Sam holds, he might as well be one.

He returns the pleading hush of his name with a, "Relax," that he's certain Dean will obey. Why wouldn't he? Sam's his brother. He can trust Sam no matter what. Even like this he should lay all his faith in the brother hunched over him and cutting him free of his clothes.

Woops, blood on the knife. Thin cuts bloom red and Dean gets out another, "Sammy," that aches with distress as he bleeds. It won't end horribly. Sam'll disinfect the wounds when he's washing up Dean later anyways.

Sam just hushes him, uttering sweet nothings as he slides hands up the underside of Dean's thighs. A slow bend of the knees. Pausing only a beat to jam his fingers into Dean’s mouth to wet them. Listen to the way Dean struggles and gags around the sudden intrusion, revel in it. Take only three seconds for prep, for his own pleasure, not Dean’s.

He can hear every single choked and wanton and betrayed sound Dean would make clear as a bell. All of them make him salivate, truthfully speaking. Wouldn’t it be nice? To hold him down and break him, drunk and cuffed and unable to escape because there’s too much clash of stimuli in his head? Almost makes Sam want to actually do it.

Almost, but not quite.

Listen to Dean nearly sob, hard and hating every second of it but moaning regardless. Spill soothing words, hushed and gentle. Don’t stop for even a second until he’s nearly passed out. Know that he’ll have to play it off in the morning as Dean just having had a weird nightmare.

He knows the zip tie burns would last for days, that it’d be impossible to play that off as a weird dream. A cuff-shaped mark of what he did that’d last long enough for him to revel in, aware he could never repeat it. He’d keep the cut up zip ties though, as a memento—

“Sammy, you’re looking at me weird again.”

Sam hums in acknowledgement, snapped out of his fantasy.

“Just got you back a few weeks ago and you’re already lookin’ at me like I’m a freak.”

“Sorry, I was just—” fantasizing about raping you into the dirt “—zoning out. Lot of stress.”

“I know, wanna stop for some food?”

Elijah would never stain Lucien when he was this flirty even when he had lost most of his senses, and after over week kept in this room to be used by all of the family while the ring and cage kept him from finishing, there was nothing of the Elijah the world knew.

If he was human, he would have died, but that was the fun of such durable toys.

If death was a mercy Elijah could reach, he would have claimed it hundred times since he became Lucien’s.

“Luc-sir-mas-please.” Elijah gasped and Lucien made the move himself to lift Elijah's face to meet his, with the tip of his shoe.

Wide teary eyes met his. His flushed cheeks and red swallow lips from his own teeth made a picture along with his hair, long like Lucien had him grow, hung limply around his face.

“What are you?” he asked flatly, refusing to let his enjoy of the other’s state be visible even if it seemed Elijah wouldn’t notice in his current state

“Yours.” Elijah breathed without hesitation, leaning closer as if was drawn to him. “Yours.” he repeated rocking slightly, rutting against the floor for the release he knew only Lucien would give him

Lucein allowed a smile to appear as he reached forward to catch Elijah by the throat, ELijah whined when he did nothing but hold him.

“Yes,” he nodded, the lack of hesitation and clear devotion was always nice but this once it wasn’t what he wanted. He had broken Elijah of his denial of that years ago, with the help of his siblings, this was another lesson he had decided to make final. ”but What are you?”

“A thing,” Elijah answered just as unhesitatingly, “A thing to be used.” He added, “A thing for pleasure, comfort or satisfaction of the family.”

Lucien leant forward to tease a brush of affection, by brushing his lips to Elijah’s hair, damp and filthy as it was. This was a far better reaction than the night he finally broke the last of Elijah’s resistance, and Lucien was a kind ruler to reward such.

“And isn’t that better than what you had before?” he asked, as he drew back “Doesn’t it make your life easier, no more doubt.”

Elijah nodded vigorously, almost choking himself on Lucien’s hand as he did.

“Th-thank you for teaching me my place. Thank you for showing me my purpose.”

“Good pet.” he praised, letting go and watching as Elijah’s eyes widened before crumpled to the floor without his hold.

“I’m not sure.” he drawled, listing as Elijah’s heartbeat jumped and sobs joined the tangle of pleas leaving the other’s mouth.

“Please,” Elijah begged, speaking to his shoes as he shifted against the floor, desperation growing “Please use me. please-”

No doubt, Elijah feared being left in the room for longer.

“pleasepleaseplease-”

“Up.” he ordered, cutting off the words with a curl of his finger, smiling softly as Elijah rose like a puppet. He swayed and like the puppet he followed Lucien’s hand as he gestured to the seat beside him, standing himself when Elijah sat.

Elijah flinched looking up at him in confusion, likely fearing being left more than any pain, made clear when Elijah relaxed as Lucien moved his hands to his belt and fly.

“Now you're going to be a good seat for me” he explained, freeing himself of his pants and underwear and reaching out to free Elijah’s cock from the cage, a plain metal thing compared to the silver and opal cock ring, that was just Elijah.

Elijah whimpered even if the ring still kept Elijah from release.

“and I'll finally let you come, is that what you want?” he finished as Elijah recovered.

“I’m-” Lucien watched as Elijah’s lips trembled and his tongue appeared to wet them. “yours to use how you wish.” he finished, brown eyes meeting his and mind so open Lucien barely had to look to find the truth in his words. “A thing doesn’t have wants.”

Excellent, he thought, straddling Elijah, feeling every shake under him.

He had no doubt Elijah could recover himself eventually if Lucien left him alone but Lucien would be ensuring this lesson settled deep, much like Kol’s on his mind uses for anything outside of sex.

Lucien did love turning the most intelligent of the Mikaelson’s boys into his personal empty head sex toys. 

He met Elijah’s open month with a deep kiss, swallowing Elijah’s moans as he sank down on him and keeping his own muffled at the burn, having prepared himself before he entered.

He was gentle as he used Elijah.