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An old man worked out in the rusty outdoor gym machines of the park. Luckās 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 runnerās steps hitting the gravel and playful dogs running around on the grass.
āI like Hunter, but sometimes heās an asshole. You see it too, right?ā Luck said without looking at Juno.
āYou havenāt been an angel yourself lately, you know? Why did you have to mention my awful calculus score to him?ā
āI donāt think that compares to him calling me dumb constantly.ā
āHe doesnāt call you dumbā Juno rolled her eyes and started swinging back and forth. āHe says ādummyā, itās very affectionate! And it sounds cute.ā
āNo.ā Luck glared at Juno. āTell him to stop.ā
āTell him yourself.ā
āI have! He doesnāt listen!ā
āHeās here!ā 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.
āCareful, honeyā Hunter said ironically, āIām very fragile and weak.ā
āThen weāll carry these for youā Juno laughed. āLuck, a hand?ā
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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 classmateās cat and she struggled to keep her eyes open.
āMy loveā said Hunter tenderly, approaching Juno, ālet me get you to bed.ā
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.
āShe really canāt handle alcohol, can she?ā Hunter chuckled.
āHow are you holding up, Hunter?ā Luck asked, words heavily slurred.
āCorrection: youāre both lightweights.ā
Luck placed one of his hands on his knee, the one that wasnāt 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.
āI donāt think I can drink another oneā he slurred.
āYou donāt sayā replied Hunter. He approached Luck and helped him get up, almost carrying him like he had his sister. āIāll take you to bed as well.ā
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 Hunterās hand slither under his t-shirt on his sides.
āHunter?ā he asked, confused.
āIāll get you into your pijamas, dummy.ā
āIāll just sleep like this. Too much work.ā
āShush.ā
Hunterās hands moved over his skin, finding his nipples.
āHunter?ā Luckās voice was concerned. āWhat are you doing?ā
He tried to get a hold of Hunterās 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.
āNo moreā Luck started gasping and whining. āPlease!ā
Hunter covered Luckās mouth with one of his hands, pressing it with force.
āIf you screamā Hunter warned. āI will break that fucking glass on your head. So keep your voice down and we wonāt have problems.ā
While Luck was stunned into silence, Hunter pulled down Luckās trousers and then his own. He lined up Luckās back with his chest. He groped him as he grinded his semi-hard cock against Luckās bare ass. Luckās drunken thoughts raced and crashed into each other as Hunterās fingers entered his mouth and dug around until they came out coated in saliva. Then they started opening Luckās tight asshole.
āJuno has never let me fuck her assā Hunter whispered, spreading Luck with his fingers. āBut I canāt resist yours when itās right here in front of my cock.
Deciding it was enough, Hunter probed Luckās asshole with his cock. He pushed slowly, lodging himself inside. Luck started whimpering loudly, so his sisterās boyfriend pressed his hand onto his mouth. Luckās hole wasnāt lubed enough and it was too tight, but Hunter stubbornly pushed forward until it gave. Even with his hand acting as a silencer, Luckās pain was obvious in the noises he made, getting louder by the second, so Hunter opted to put the younger guy in a chokehold.
āMaybe itās time for you to go to sleep as well, stupid.ā
Luckās vision darkened. His whole body tensed even more every time he tried to gasp but couldnāt. Eventually, even the searing pain of getting his ass stretched open by Hunterās cock wasnāt enough to keep him conscious.
There were flashes of scenes, of things happening afterwards. Luck didnāt feel the passage of time and he couldnāt thread together what was happening at any given moment. It felt like a parade of dim colors, wet sensations and pain.
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Nonconvember is back for the second year running, as an event celebrating all things with fictional consent issues. Whether itās fanfic, fanart, original work, podfic, or whatever floats your boatāanything 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, Iāll be celebrating anyone who completes all weekly or daily prompts in a shoutout at the end. I hope you all enjoy the prompts!
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 thatās mostly a disclaimer: It doesnāt matter why you write or read it. This is a judgement-free zone, and the stigma around rape and noncon fics doesnāt deserve to still be around. Thatās why I created this prompt event. Fiction is fiction. Nothing will change that.
Just in case the UI update makes this website unusable (or this account gets shadowbanned somehow because of its contentāI donāt think itās likely but just in case), I did create a subreddit for Nonconvember! I know Reddit sucks, but itās one of the few places where hosting this event for fictional noncon isnāt against the terms of service.
You can find it at r/Nonconvember. Itās pretty bare-bones right now (there is nothing in it), but Iāll eventually update it with the same information this blog has going forward. (Aka, the rules, FAQ, and prompts.) Thereās 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 havenāt shared them yet because more than six months in advance feelsā¦ excessive, but if you want them so that you can get a head start, just let me know and Iāll send them to you lol. The list will be officially released sometime around May, but Iām 95% sure it wonāt change.)
