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.
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.
Just in case the UI update makes this website unusable (or this account gets shadowbanned somehow because of its content—I don’t think it’s likely but just in case), I did create a subreddit for Nonconvember! I know Reddit sucks, but it’s one of the few places where hosting this event for fictional noncon isn’t against the terms of service.
You can find it at r/Nonconvember. It’s pretty bare-bones right now (there is nothing in it), but I’ll eventually update it with the same information this blog has going forward. (Aka, the rules, FAQ, and prompts.) There’s 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 haven’t 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 I’ll send them to you lol. The list will be officially released sometime around May, but I’m 95% sure it won’t change.)
Going by AO3’s principles of anti-censorship—and also to not be hypocritical, as the event centers a rather controversial tag—there are no restrictions on content you can submit. If it’s allowed by AO3, you can share it.
That said, there are a few rules.
- You can use any combination of prompts desired, and as few or as many as you’d like (including alt prompts for any day)
- However, you cannot reuse prompts more than once (as in, you can’t submit the exact same story (different chapters are fine) for multiple prompts, but the same prompts can show up in multiple stories if you choose)
- No AI usage is allowed in any way
- Submit all works to the Nonconvember collection (if you want)
- The prompt collection will stay open until January 1, so if you’re a bit behind, there’s an extra month to catch up
- There are two ways to be a completionist: fill in at least one prompt every week, or fill in every day
- This is an 18+ writing event only, due to the potentially triggering subject matter and likely nsfw nature of the works
ON MY SIDE:
- As organizer of the event, I’ll reblog a number of works using the hashtag #nonconvember2026 (unless you specify me not to)—please also @nonconvember so I get a notification of it!
- If I miss one you wanted me to reblog, feel free to dm me! There have been issues with me not getting notifications of @s, particularly with scheduled posts, so don’t be shy—if you think I should have reblogged your work and didn’t, just shoot me a message.
- Daily and weekly completionists are both entitled to bragging rights, a shoutout post at the end for everyone who finished on-time, and an image as well!
Nonconvember 2025 is officially over, and it’s time to start thinking about 2026.
This was the first year for the event—and my first time running something like this ever—and I would love to hear from you all how it went. I would really appreciate if you could take this anonymous survey to let me know your thoughts. No questions are required, so only answer what you want to.
There is also an option to give suggestions for next year’s prompts, if you have ideas!
I’d love to hear your comments about what worked/didn’t work for this year’s event, and also hear your suggestions for next year’s prompts!
