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An old man worked out in the rusty outdoor gym machines of the park. Luckâs eyes fixated on him and the machine that squeaked every time it moved, just like the swing he was sitting on did. His older sister Juno sat in the swing next to him, the silence filled by sweaty runnerâs steps hitting the gravel and playful dogs running around on the grass.
âI like Hunter, but sometimes heâs an asshole. You see it too, right?â Luck said without looking at Juno.
âYou havenât been an angel yourself lately, you know? Why did you have to mention my awful calculus score to him?â
âI donât think that compares to him calling me dumb constantly.â
âHe doesnât call you dumbâ Juno rolled her eyes and started swinging back and forth. âHe says âdummyâ, itâs very affectionate! And it sounds cute.â
âNo.â Luck glared at Juno. âTell him to stop.â
âTell him yourself.â
âI have! He doesnât listen!â
âHeâs here!â Juno pointed with her eyes to a figure walking towards them.
Hunter wore a backpack and had both of his hands busy holding loaded plastic bags full of snacks and alcoholic beverages. Juno got more momentum going on the swing so she could jump from it and land on the ground. She ran until she crashed into Hunter, unbalancing him for a moment.
âCareful, honeyâ Hunter said ironically, âIâm very fragile and weak.â
âThen weâll carry these for youâ Juno laughed. âLuck, a hand?â
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Empty beer cans, half-full beer cans and spicy tamarind vodka mixes sat on the living room table alongside almost-empty bags of chips, cookies and sweets. The playlist was summoning music no one had selected, drawing from algorithms that were doing a shit job but no one was alert enough to notice. Luck rambled at Juno about his classmateâs cat and she struggled to keep her eyes open.
âMy loveâ said Hunter tenderly, approaching Juno, âlet me get you to bed.â
Juno mumbled an incoherent reply and Hunter carried her towards their shared bedroom. Initially, Juno and Luck lived in the apartment by themselves, with some economic help from by their parents while they studied university. It was small but they both had their own bedrooms, and it was more than enough. And after Hunter moved in, they had enough money to eat more than instant soup near the end of the month.
Alone with the music and the dim orange lights of the living room, Luck started drifting to sleep until Hunter came back out of the bedroom by himself, closing the door behind him.
âShe really canât handle alcohol, can she?â Hunter chuckled.
âHow are you holding up, Hunter?â Luck asked, words heavily slurred.
âCorrection: youâre both lightweights.â
Luck placed one of his hands on his knee, the one that wasnât holding an empty glass that used to hold a vodka-based sweet drink. He used it to propel himself up but the room suddenly swirled and he suddenly he felt the cold tile of the floor on his shoulder.
âI donât think I can drink another oneâ he slurred.
âYou donât sayâ replied Hunter. He approached Luck and helped him get up, almost carrying him like he had his sister. âIâll take you to bed as well.â
Luck noticed he still held the empty glass on his hand and made a note to leave it on his nightstand once he was close enough. Hunter closed the door behind them and when they were near the bed, Luck tried to untangle himself from him but his limbs were too chaotic and both of them fell on the mattress together, laughing.
Luck stretched to reach the nightstand but his view was upside down and he felt as if he was playing a videogame that had switched all the buttons, both the up-down and left-right ones. Somehow, after what felt like an eternity, he got the glass standing surely on the safe wooden surface. He felt Hunterâs hand slither under his t-shirt on his sides.
âHunter?â he asked, confused.
âIâll get you into your pijamas, dummy.â
âIâll just sleep like this. Too much work.â
âShush.â
Hunterâs hands moved over his skin, finding his nipples.
âHunter?â Luckâs voice was concerned. âWhat are you doing?â
He tried to get a hold of Hunterâs wrists but when his hands got to where they were, they were gone and he was holding only air. He flailed until he found an arm and grabbed it with both of his hands. It still moved freely so he tried to hug it, to resist to its movement. He was successfull for all of five seconds until Hunter released himself and turned Luck so the later was laying down belly-down.
âNo moreâ Luck started gasping and whining. âPlease!â
Hunter covered Luckâs mouth with one of his hands, pressing it with force.
âIf you screamâ Hunter warned. âI will break that fucking glass on your head. So keep your voice down and we wonât have problems.â
While Luck was stunned into silence, Hunter pulled down Luckâs trousers and then his own. He lined up Luckâs back with his chest. He groped him as he grinded his semi-hard cock against Luckâs bare ass. Luckâs drunken thoughts raced and crashed into each other as Hunterâs fingers entered his mouth and dug around until they came out coated in saliva. Then they started opening Luckâs tight asshole.
âJuno has never let me fuck her assâ Hunter whispered, spreading Luck with his fingers. âBut I canât resist yours when itâs right here in front of my cock.
Deciding it was enough, Hunter probed Luckâs asshole with his cock. He pushed slowly, lodging himself inside. Luck started whimpering loudly, so his sisterâs boyfriend pressed his hand onto his mouth. Luckâs hole wasnât lubed enough and it was too tight, but Hunter stubbornly pushed forward until it gave. Even with his hand acting as a silencer, Luckâs pain was obvious in the noises he made, getting louder by the second, so Hunter opted to put the younger guy in a chokehold.
âMaybe itâs time for you to go to sleep as well, stupid.â
Luckâs vision darkened. His whole body tensed even more every time he tried to gasp but couldnât. Eventually, even the searing pain of getting his ass stretched open by Hunterâs cock wasnât enough to keep him conscious.
There were flashes of scenes, of things happening afterwards. Luck didnât feel the passage of time and he couldnât thread together what was happening at any given moment. It felt like a parade of dim colors, wet sensations and pain.
Nonconvember is back for the second year running, as an event celebrating all things with fictional consent issues. Whether itâs fanfic, fanart, original work, podfic, or whatever floats your boatâanything goes.
The rules are essentially the same as last year: no generative AI usage is allowed, and if you believe your work counts, it probably does (though you can check out the full list from the links below). And once again, Iâll be celebrating anyone who completes all weekly or daily prompts in a shoutout at the end. I hope you all enjoy the prompts!
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This is the inaugural prompt event celebrating all fanfic, original works, fanart, podfic, and more with a certain archive warning attached. Open to all fandoms (including original work) and ships.
Boring preface thatâs mostly a disclaimer: It doesnât matter why you write or read it. This is a judgement-free zone, and the stigma around rape and noncon fics doesnât deserve to still be around. Thatâs why I created this prompt event. Fiction is fiction. Nothing will change that.
sry clarifiying question that the prompts can result in works that essentially be totally nsfw off the rails non con, or they could be works focused on say the aftermath of a prompt or something in between etc etc. this is the first year iâm considering participating so i donât wanna barrel on in with something wildly inappropriate
Anything you want! Full on noncon is absolutely allowed, as is aftermath, attempts that are stopped, or even unsubstantiated threats. However you want to take a prompt, if it relates to noncon in any way, feel free to go for it.
And for what itâs worth, of 259 works in last yearâs collected, 216 were tagged rape/noncon. And of those, 171 were rated Explicit. So definitely donât be afraid to go all in and write something graphic. But on the other end of things, 13 works were even tagged No Warnings Apply. And thatâs totally chill too. Whatever youâre inspired to do.
Just in case the UI update makes this website unusable (or this account gets shadowbanned somehow because of its contentâI donât think itâs likely but just in case), I did create a subreddit for Nonconvember! I know Reddit sucks, but itâs one of the few places where hosting this event for fictional noncon isnât against the terms of service.
You can find it at r/Nonconvember. Itâs pretty bare-bones right now (there is nothing in it), but Iâll eventually update it with the same information this blog has going forward. (Aka, the rules, FAQ, and prompts.) Thereâs no need to migrate; I will still be updating here too as long as the website remains functional! This is just another option.
(Ps: prompts for 2026 have been created. I havenât shared them yet because more than six months in advance feels⌠excessive, but if you want them so that you can get a head start, just let me know and Iâll send them to you lol. The list will be officially released sometime around May, but Iâm 95% sure it wonât change.)
