An old man worked out in the rusty outdoor gym machines of the park. Luck’s 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 runner’s steps hitting the gravel and playful dogs running around on the grass.
“I like Hunter, but sometimes he’s an asshole. You see it too, right?” Luck said without looking at Juno.
“You haven’t been an angel yourself lately, you know? Why did you have to mention my awful calculus score to him?”
“I don’t think that compares to him calling me dumb constantly.”
“He doesn’t call you dumb” Juno rolled her eyes and started swinging back and forth. “He says ‘dummy’, it’s very affectionate! And it sounds cute.”
“No.” Luck glared at Juno. “Tell him to stop.”
“Tell him yourself.”
“I have! He doesn’t listen!”
“He’s here!” 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.
“Careful, honey” Hunter said ironically, “I’m very fragile and weak.”
“Then we’ll carry these for you” Juno laughed. “Luck, a hand?”
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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 classmate’s cat and she struggled to keep her eyes open.
“My love” said Hunter tenderly, approaching Juno, “let me get you to bed.”
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.
“She really can’t handle alcohol, can she?” Hunter chuckled.
“How are you holding up, Hunter?” Luck asked, words heavily slurred.
“Correction: you’re both lightweights.”
Luck placed one of his hands on his knee, the one that wasn’t 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.
“I don’t think I can drink another one” he slurred.
“You don’t say” replied Hunter. He approached Luck and helped him get up, almost carrying him like he had his sister. “I’ll take you to bed as well.”
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 Hunter’s hand slither under his t-shirt on his sides.
“Hunter?” he asked, confused.
“I’ll get you into your pijamas, dummy.”
“I’ll just sleep like this. Too much work.”
“Shush.”
Hunter’s hands moved over his skin, finding his nipples.
“Hunter?” Luck’s voice was concerned. “What are you doing?”
He tried to get a hold of Hunter’s 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.
“No more” Luck started gasping and whining. “Please!”
Hunter covered Luck’s mouth with one of his hands, pressing it with force.
“If you scream” Hunter warned. “I will break that fucking glass on your head. So keep your voice down and we won’t have problems.”
While Luck was stunned into silence, Hunter pulled down Luck’s trousers and then his own. He lined up Luck’s back with his chest. He groped him as he grinded his semi-hard cock against Luck’s bare ass. Luck’s drunken thoughts raced and crashed into each other as Hunter’s fingers entered his mouth and dug around until they came out coated in saliva. Then they started opening Luck’s tight asshole.
“Juno has never let me fuck her ass” Hunter whispered, spreading Luck with his fingers. “But I can’t resist yours when it’s right here in front of my cock.
Deciding it was enough, Hunter probed Luck’s asshole with his cock. He pushed slowly, lodging himself inside. Luck started whimpering loudly, so his sister’s boyfriend pressed his hand onto his mouth. Luck’s hole wasn’t lubed enough and it was too tight, but Hunter stubbornly pushed forward until it gave. Even with his hand acting as a silencer, Luck’s pain was obvious in the noises he made, getting louder by the second, so Hunter opted to put the younger guy in a chokehold.
“Maybe it’s time for you to go to sleep as well, stupid.”
Luck’s vision darkened. His whole body tensed even more every time he tried to gasp but couldn’t. Eventually, even the searing pain of getting his ass stretched open by Hunter’s cock wasn’t enough to keep him conscious.
There were flashes of scenes, of things happening afterwards. Luck didn’t feel the passage of time and he couldn’t 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 it’s fanfic, fanart, original work, podfic, or whatever floats your boat—anything 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, I’ll 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 that’s mostly a disclaimer: It doesn’t matter why you write or read it. This is a judgement-free zone, and the stigma around rape and noncon fics doesn’t deserve to still be around. That’s 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 i’m considering participating so i don’t 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 it’s worth, of 259 works in last year’s collected, 216 were tagged rape/noncon. And of those, 171 were rated Explicit. So definitely don’t 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 that’s totally chill too. Whatever you’re inspired to do.
