Romans & histoires Non Consensual

"You're better than those men. And all it takes is consent , right?" "It doesn't matter. It would still label me as a pedo-" "Please don't say that word again!" I interjected with a strong voice. "Max," For the first time, Amanda touched me. Her beautiful fingers curled around my biceps as she spoke, her gaze pierced deep in mine. "I'm not that word, so please, don't turn me into one. I can't date you.It doesn't matter if you consented or not. I still can't do that."

“I am rejecting insanity.” “You’re hurting the birthday boy.” “I am protecting the birthday boy.” Nikolai muttered quietly, “…I feel very protected right now.” Adrik snorted loudly. Damian smirked faintly. Sera shot Nikolai a look. He immediately straightened. Damian leaned forward slightly, voice calm but firm now. “I’m not taking it back.” “You absolutely are.” “I absolutely am not.” “You cannot impose something like this on us.” “I already did.” “That is not how consent works.”

"It's just apple cider. I'm not trying to get you drunk, Aria. That would be counterproductive." "To what?" "To having an honest conversation." I set the glass down untouched. "About our project?" "Among other things." He moved to the couch, patting the spot beside him. When I remained standing, he sighed. "I could make you sit. We both know that. But I'd rather you choose to." "Why?" "Because consent matters, even here. Especially here." His honey-gold eyes were serious now. "Despite what you've been told, we're not monsters. We're predators, yes, but not monsters."

Hard. I take a sharp breath. My eyes widen slightly. "Because..." I pause, swallowing the moan rising in my throat. "Because consciousness isn't defined by... biology." The vibration is spreading. It’s traveling up my spine. My pussy is getting wet, soaking the panties I shouldn't be wearing but am, thank god. "It's defined by..." Pulse. "Ah... autonomy," I manage. "And consent." I shift in my chair. To the audience, it looks like pregnancy discomfort. To Alex, it looks like edging.

“That’s tantamount to that consensual non-consent you denied happens here.” “It all comes down to this: do you want to test yourself, or not?” I asked.

What does it mean when you’re inadvertently racist under pressure? “It doesn’t have to be sexual,” said Claire. “Consensual can refer to anything.” “Yes, but people don’t use it like that. No one complains about a non-consensual handshake, do they? Did you see what was in there?” “Yes. No. I’m not sure. It was like I was on the edge of something...” Her brow creased like she was wincing from the memory. “Well, go back in.” “No. It hurt.” She had moved over to Maurice and embraced him. Like that would save her.

“I guess it must be part of your agreement” Angela shook her head. Damon felt a bit relieved about that, then his brow tightened. “Does he harass you like this all the time?” She nodded. “It's always non consensual”.

"Rape is having sex with someone without their consent; I'm pretty sure that's it." "You knew the conditions before you started working for me, and you knew the consequences of disobedience, and you gave your consent, so it's not. I could make you my fuck toy if I wanted, and I don't care the word you used for that, but you knew this was bound to happen."

“We can hold a press conference. Tell them your manager sold you and I bought you back. See how quickly your streams plummet then.” “I’d prefer not to be a product on anyone’s shelf,” I snap. “But apparently, I missed that window around the time you married me without telling me.” “I told you,” he says, voice dropping. “You just didn’t listen.” “You mumbled into my ear after sex and handed me papers while I was half‑asleep,” I shoot back. “That’s not consent. That’s entrapment.” Something ugly twists in his expression. “You think I get off on tricking you?”

Ohhhhhhh my GOD. My own breath was ragged now, strained with anticipation. Should I ease down on him, and see how long it took to wake him? Or should I plunge down on him all at once, and wake him with a shock? (Considering how large he was, I might be in for the bigger shock, actually.) And then my conscience piped up for a last minute legal disclaimer. This isn’t… BAD, is it? Like… non-consensual… right? I mean… he’d LIKE this, right?