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Blonde College Slut Fucked in Anal Gangbang

Shin Yuna is a college student living on the edge, a stunning blonde who uses her beauty and provocative attitude to dominate the campus. Known for manipulating others in exchange for favors, she plays a dangerous game of seduction and power, always coming out on top—or so she thinks. When a dorm party becomes the stage for a plot hatched by someone close to her, Yuna finds herself thrust into an abyss of pleasure and chaos that tests her limits. Between betrayals, forbidden desires, and brutal consequences, she finds that the control she once cherished may slip from her grasp. Now, with secrets lurking and hungry eyes following her, the campus will never be the same—and neither will Yuna.

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The sun was beating down on the college courtyard, but no one there seemed to care about the heat. Not when Yuna strutted past as if the world were her own private stage. At 1.70 m tall, her long legs cut through the air like knives, highlighted by a short black skirt that barely covered the bare essentials. The cropped top showed off her tiny waist, and the generous cleavage gave a teaser of what she knew everyone wanted to see. Her blonde hair, now straight and shiny, swayed with each step, and her large, slanted eyes seemed to be hunting prey in the crowd of college students. Her fair skin glowed as if she had stepped out of an Instagram filter, and her full lips, painted a shocking pink, curved in a little smile. 

Yuna wasn't just pretty — she was an admitted slut, the kind who knows the power she has and uses it without mercy. It wasn't about love or passion; for her, everything was a game of trade. A quick blowjob behind the library building? Sure, but only if the guy bought her a snack afterwards. A little help in the hallway bathroom? Great, as long as it was a little favor like "give me the answers to the test." She didn't give anything away for free, and the guys at college had already learned that — or at least they tried to learn, because Yuna was too good at stringing people along.

Today, she was in hunting mode. She stopped near a group of freshmen who were smoking e-cigarettes, leaning against a bench. The strawberry smell of the vape mixed with the sweat of the hot day, and the guys stopped talking the moment she arrived, their eyes glued to her like flies on honey.

"So, boys, how's your day going?" Yuna tossed her hair to the side, leaning her body just enough to let her cleavage speak for itself. Her voice was sweet, but with a tone of someone who was always in charge.

One of the guys, a skinny guy with a backwards cap named Riku, choked on his vape and coughed before answering:

— O-okay, Yuna. What about yours?

She laughed, a short, mocking sound, and took a step closer, almost touching him.

—It’s boring, you know? I need someone to cheer me up. — Her feline eyes roamed the group, stopping at each one as if assessing their potential. — Who here has something to offer me?

Another guy, Kenta, braver and with a piercing in his eyebrow, gave a crooked smile and lifted his chin.

—I have an energy drink in my backpack. I’ll give it to you if you… I don’t know, let me film you dancing a little.

Yuna arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms in a way that only highlighted her bust.

— An energy drink? Do you think I’m cheap, Kenta? — She giggled, but approached him, lightly brushing her shoulder against his chest. — Give me the energy drink and another twenty dollars and I'll dance for your camera. But just for a minute, okay, I'm not a free stripper.

Kenta hesitated, but her look — that mischievous glint that promised more than she was going to deliver — made him give in.

— Okay, okay, I'll pay! — He was already reaching for his wallet, his fingers shaking with anxiety.

— Good choice, kitty — Yuna winked, taking the energy drink from his hand and opening it with a snap. She took a slow sip, letting a drop run down the corner of her mouth just to tease, and wiped it with her finger while staring at the group. — So, where's my stage?

Riku, still a little dumbfounded, pointed to the bench.

— This is fine, right? Just... do it, Yuna.

She climbed up onto the bench with the agility of someone who had done it a thousand times, her skirt riding up dangerously as she moved her hips to a rhythm that didn't need music. The guys were drooling, Kenta already had his cell phone in his hand filming, and she laughed inside at how easy it was to dominate them. A minute later, she jumped down, reached for the money and pocketed the twenty dollars without even saying thank you.

— Thanks, guys. It was good, but I have other things to do. — She turned her back, already aiming at the next target in the courtyard, but not before throwing one last comment over her shoulder: — If you want something more… special, just bring something worth it, okay?

Later, in the hallway of the humanities building, she pressed a senior named Hiro against his locker. The guy was tall, with messy hair and an air of someone who thought he could take anyone to bed. Yuna knew he had a reputation as a player, but she also knew he had a new motorcycle — and she was dying to go for a ride.

“Hey, Hiro,” she purred, playing with the string on his sweatshirt. “I hear you’ve got a brand new Kawasaki. Take me for a ride?”

Hiro gave a smug smile, clearly thinking he was in control.

“It depends, Yuna. What can I get in return?”

She got closer, her chest almost touching his, and whispered in his ear:

— I'll make you cum so fast you'll think you're dreaming. But only after the ride, and you have to let me lead the way.

He laughed, but the sparkle in his eyes gave away that he was already hooked.

— Deal, you bitch. But you're not going to string me along, okay?

— Me? String me along? — Yuna patted his face, laughing. — Only if you don't do your part, handsome.

As she walked off down the hallway, Yuna was already thinking about her next move. She wasn't one to get attached, or to give anything away for free. Every touch, every promise, was a coin in her pocket or a favor up her sleeve. The campus was her playground, and the guys? Just pieces on the board.

Yuna was at the height of her reign on campus, but not everything was just a parade and exchanging favors with silly freshmen. There was a side of her that no one saw—a dirty little secret that she kept with a mischievous smile on her pink lips. This secret had a name: Hector. He was Lia's boyfriend, one of the few friends Yuna kept out of convenience. Lia was all proper, glasses, the kind of girl who thought the world revolved around fidelity and good grades. Little did she know that her boyfriend, a 6'1" guy with messy black hair and a burning gaze, was completely crazy about the blonde slut she called her friend.

Heitor and Yuna had started this thing a few weeks ago. He was different from the other guys she manipulated — he wasn't some dumb jerk who fell for it easily. No, Heitor had a fire in his eyes, a raw energy that made her heart race. He didn't ask for favors; he took what he wanted. And Yuna? She loved it. She loved the way he grabbed her, his big hands squeezing her thin waist or pulling her blond hair hard. He was aggressive, almost wild, and she, who was always in control, found herself moaning too loudly at those moments.

The two of them had a place: the bathrooms of an abandoned college block, a forgotten corner where the smell of mold and peeling paint mixed with the heat they exuded in the air. It was perfect — no one went there, and the risk of getting caught only made it all the more enjoyable. Today, Yuna was leaning against the wall of the main hallway, pretending to use her cell phone while she sent him a message:

— "Old bathroom, 3pm. Don't keep me waiting, you dog."

Heitor replied in two seconds:

— "I'm coming, you bitch. Better get ready."

She laughed to herself, putting her cell phone in the pocket of her short skirt. She passed Lia on the way, giving a quick wave and a "Hi, beautiful, see you in class!" while the poor girl smiled back, without suspecting anything. Yuna almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

When she arrived at the abandoned bathroom, the place was silent, only the sound of a dripping pipe echoing off the cracked walls. She barely had time to lean against the filthy sink before she heard his heavy footsteps. Heitor walked in, his black t-shirt stuck to his sweaty body — he had probably run to get there —, and his brown eyes were already fixed on her as if she were a piece of meat. — You came fast, huh — Yuna teased, crossing her arms to lift her bust in her tight top. — Do you miss me that much?

He didn't answer with words. In two steps, he was in front of her, one hand grabbing her wrist and the other already going up under her skirt, squeezing her thigh hard enough to leave a mark.

— Shut up, Yuna — he growled, his breath hot on her neck. — You've been teasing me all day, now take it.

She laughed, but the sound turned into a moan when he turned her back against the sink, pulling her blond hair with a jerk.

— That's it, Hector, show me what you've got — she said, her voice shaking with excitement. — But don't crush me too much, huh? I still have to show up in one piece later.

— In one piece? — He slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the empty bathroom. — You're going to leave here limping, you whore.

Yuna bit her lip, her feline eyes shining in the reflection of the broken mirror in front of her. She loved this brutality, the way he dominated her without asking for permission. It was the opposite of the guys she had been fooling around with — Hector didn't negotiate, didn't offer anything in return. He just took, and she let him, because, fuck, he was too good.

He pushed her against the sink, the cold metal hitting her waist as he ripped her panties with a single pull.

"That's what you want, right?" he murmured, already undoing his belt with one hand while the other held her neck. "To text me while I'm with Lia, driving me crazy…

"Of course, you idiot," Yuna retorted, arching her back towards him. "She doesn't give you that, does she? The good Lia doesn't even know where to put her hand." Hector laughed, a low, dangerous sound, and entered her hard, eliciting a scream from her that she tried to muffle with her hand.

“Tell me more about her,” he said, his movements aggressive, almost punishing. “It makes me even angrier.”

“She… oh, fuck… she thinks you’re a saint,” Yuna managed to say between moans, her nails scratching the sink. “While you’re here fucking me like an animal.”

He pulled her hair again, forcing her to look at the mirror.

“Look at your face, Yuna. That’s what you really are. A worthless slut.”

She smiled at her reflection, her lips trembling and her eyes glazed over.

“And you love it, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t come running every time I call.”

His pace got faster, his hands marking her fair skin with red. It was dirty, fast, and unromantic—just the way she liked it. When they were done, Yuna was panting, her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face, her skirt wrinkled, and her panties on the floor. Heitor straightened up, glancing at her as he fastened his belt.

"Don't tell anyone, okay?" he said, but his tone was more of a warning than a request.

Yuna laughed, picking up her torn panties and throwing them into her backpack.

— Relax, dog. I won't ruin my favorite toy. — She winked at him, already composing herself. — But next time, bring me an energy drink. This isn't free.

He shook his head, leaving without saying anything else. Yuna stood there for a second, fixing her hair in the broken mirror and smiling to herself. Hector was the kind of risk that was worth it — and she knew she would call him again, just to feel that adrenaline rush again.

What started as a few casual encounters in the abandoned bathrooms became an almost daily routine. He was addicted to her, and Yuna knew it — the way he grabbed her with those big hands, pulling her blond hair tightly and thrusting like it was the last day of his life, was all she needed to feel alive. They met every afternoon, sometimes even twice in the same day, in the same moldy bathroom, with the sound of her moans echoing off the cracked walls.

— Damn, Heitor, you're getting good at this — she said, panting, as he pressed her against the sink.

— Shut up and moan, you bitch — he replied, squeezing her neck the way she liked.

It was dirty, it was rough, and she loved every second of it. But what Yuna didn't know was that the secret was starting to leak. Lia, Heitor's good girlfriend, wasn't as dumb as she seemed. She had noticed the messages he deleted too quickly, the way he got nervous when Yuna showed up around. One day, she followed him to the abandoned block and heard everything — the moans, the slaps, the provocations. Lia kept quiet, but inside she was boiling. That blonde bitch was going to pay dearly.

The key moment came one sunny afternoon in the cafeteria. Yuna was sitting with Lia, pretending to be the perfect friend, while chewing on a snack with those full lips that everyone wanted to kiss. She tossed her blonde hair to the side and gave a sweet smile, the kind that didn't match the slut she was inside.

"Oh, Lia, you're so cute, you know?" Yuna said, tilting her head like a doll. "Heitor is lucky to have such a nice girlfriend. I could never be like that, I'm too... free, you know?" Lia smiled back, but her eyes were cold, almost cutting. She already knew everything — she had seen the two of them leaving the bathroom last week, Yuna adjusting her wrinkled skirt and Heitor with his belt still half open. But she wasn't going to give Yuna the pleasure of confronting her in front of everyone. Not yet.

"Yeah, Yuna, you're really... free," Lia replied, her voice too calm. "But sometimes freedom comes at a price, right?" Yuna laughed, thinking it was just a friendly chat.

— Sure, but I always find a way to hold others accountable, not myself. — She winked, getting up from the table with a sway that made half the cafeteria turn their heads. — See you later, beautiful!

Little did she know that Lia was already plotting. The good girl had a vengeful side that no one knew about. That same night, she called some guys from the gym class — some brutes who already had a reputation for not taking any nonsense lying down. The leader was Gael, a six-foot-tall closet with shaved hair and a lip piercing that gave him a mean look. Lia was direct with him:

— Yuna needs to be taught a lesson. She thinks she can walk all over everyone, but I want you guys to show her that she's not so untouchable.

Gael gave a crooked smile, scratching his chin.

— The blonde bitch, huh? I've seen her shaking her hips. What do you want us to do?

"Make her feel what I felt," Lia said, her eyes shining with anger. "But don't tell me the details. Just... put an end to her posing."

"Deal," Gael replied, already imagining what was going to happen. He called three more guys from the group, all as big as him, and started planning. Yuna was going to get a surprise, and it wasn't going to be the kind she could negotiate with a smile or a little favor.

In the meantime, Yuna went on with her life, whispering provocations in the ear of some random freshman in the hallway.

— If you give me some money, I'll let you look up my skirt for five seconds — she said, laughing as the boy blushed.

But she had no idea what was coming. Lia had turned the tables, and Gael's thugs were already watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

The last few days on campus were full of buzz. A party at the dorm was on the way, and everyone knew it was going to be the event of the semester. The seniors were already stocking up on cheap beer and vodka, the amateur DJs were testing the speakers, and the drug dealers were on duty making sure there would be weed for everyone who wanted to get high. It was the kind of night that promised chaos, and Lia saw this as the perfect opportunity to put her plan into action. She was tired of pretending she didn't know about Heitor's escapades with Yuna, and that party was going to be the stage where the blonde slut would fall from her pedestal.

The day arrived, and the dorm turned into a hell of flashing lights and loud music. The electronic music was blasting the eardrums, the air was thick with weed smoke and the sour smell of spilled booze. College students danced like there was no tomorrow, some already making out in the dark corners, others sprawled on the couches with red eyes and a silly smile. It was the perfect environment for Lia's plan.

Yuna entered the party as if she were the queen of the whole damn thing. Her black dress was an attack: it clung to her slim, curvy body, very short, with a neckline that went down almost to her belly button and slits on the sides that showed off her slim waist and white thighs. Her blonde hair was straight, shining like liquid gold under the colored lights, and her red lips, painted with a scandalous lipstick, seemed to scream "catch me if you can". She started dancing in the middle of the crowd, her heels clicking on the floor, her hips shaking to a rhythm that made the guys drool and the girls roll their eyes.

“So, you idiots, who’s going to give me a drink today?” she shouted, throwing her hair back and doing a spin that lifted her dress enough to drive everyone crazy.

A guy with green hair, already half drunk, raised a glass of beer.

“I’ll give it to you, Yuna, but dance with me first!” She laughed, taking the glass and downing half of it at once, the liquid running down her chin on purpose.

“Dance with you?” She came closer, rubbing her body against him for a second before moving away. “Only if you learn how to move that skeleton, pretty boy.”

Lia was in the corner, watching everything with a glass of soda in her hand to hide it. She waited for the right moment and approached, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Yuna, my favorite!” — she called, holding a bottle of vodka and a lit joint. — Let's party together today, have a sip with me!

Yuna turned to her, still shaking her hips, and took the bottle with a crooked smile.

“Lia, you at a party? You're turning into a person, huh!”

She took a long sip, the vodka burning her throat, and laughed. — Do you want to be a slut like me? Just ask for a lesson.

Lia laughed along, but her eyes were calculating every move. She passed the joint to Yuna.

“Who knows? Smoke it, relax with me.”

Yuna took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke slowly while her brown eyes sparkled.

“This is life, Lia. You should give up that saintly vibe more often.”

She took another sip of vodka, her head already starting to spin.

Lia didn't stop. She stayed there, filling Yuna with booze and weed as if it were a mission. After about thirty minutes, Yuna was laughing out loud, tripping on her heels and speaking more slurredly.

“Let’s play something different,” Lia said, holding her arm. “There’s a game in the back room. Are you up for it?”

Yuna, high and confident, tossed her hair back.

— Game? I'm the game, Lia. Take me there, I'll finish off these idiots.

Lia led her through the crowded hallway to a door in the back. Yuna still thought she was in charge, her dress riding up as she walked, the smile of someone who always came out on top. The room was cramped, with an old couch, empty cans on the table, and a strong smell of smoke. Gael and the thugs were already there, waiting, but Yuna didn't even notice the danger. Lia closed the door, and the click of the lock was lost in the loud music.

“Ready for the game, Yuna?” Lia asked, her tone colder.

Yuna fell onto the couch, crossing her legs and laughing.

“Sure, you idiot. What is it? Truth or dare? I win anything with my eyes closed.”

Lia took a step back.

“Let's see. These guys will show you what it's like.”

Yuna looked at the thugs and laughed again, still thinking she could fool everyone.

— You guys? Are you going to try to catch me? Come on, I can handle anything.

Lia left without saying anything else, leaving Yuna there, drunk, stoned and full of herself, while Gael and the others approached.

The private room was pitch black, with only the weak light from an old lamp casting shadows on the moldy walls. Yuna was sprawled on the couch, her torn black dress hanging from her body like a rag, her straight blonde hair falling over her sweaty face. She was still dizzy from the vodka and weed that Lia had slipped into her, but the crooked smile on her red lips showed that she still thought she was in charge. The four brutes — Gael, Ian, Luan and Andrew — were surrounding her, their eyes shining with a mixture of anger and lust that she had underestimated at first.

“So, you big guys, is this what you call a lesson?” Yuna said, her voice slurred but full of provocation. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up higher, and laughed. “You’re going to have to do better than that to impress me.” 

Gael, the six-foot tall man with the lip piercing, stepped forward and smiled a smile that made her stomach do a little knot—but she wasn’t going to let him see that. 

“You talk too much, blondie,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Let’s see if that mouth can handle the rest.” 

She laughed again, tossing her hair back in an exaggerated gesture. 

“Go ahead, big guy. I’ve dealt with guys bigger than you.” 

That’s when things changed. Gael unbuckled his belt with a snap, and when his pants fell off, Yuna blinked twice, her smile faltering for a second. His cock was huge—thick, hard, and with a throbbing vein that seemed more like a threat than an invitation. She swallowed hard, but tried to hide it by lifting her chin. 

— Okay, it's... reasonable — she muttered, but her voice was less firm.

Ian, the dark-haired man with the shaved head, chuckled softly and opened his pants too, revealing another monster that made her feline eyes widen a little. Luan, the tattooed blond, and Andrew, the skinny man with the wild look, followed suit, and suddenly Yuna was staring at four giant cocks, each one bigger than the last, all hard and ready for her. Her confidence began to crack like thin glass.

“Fuck, what's this?” she said, trying to laugh, but the sound came out nervous. “You're kidding, right?”

“Kidding?” Luan retorted, grabbing her hair tightly and pulling her head back. “You'll see who's kidding here.”

Before she could answer, Gael grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, while the other tore the rest of her dress, leaving her in only her panties. Ian slapped her thigh, hard enough to leave a red mark, and she cried out, more in shock than pain.

“Hey, calm down, you sons of bitches!” she tried to pull away, her heart racing. “This isn’t fair!”

— Fair? — Andrew laughed, approaching with that crazy look. — You fucked Lia, now we fuck you. Simple.

Yuna struggled, but their strength was too much. Gael turned her face down on the couch, her face sinking into the stinky fabric as he ripped off her panties with a yank. She felt his cock brush against her ass, and the size of it made her tremble for the first time.

— Go slow, damn it! — she screamed, but her voice came out more like a request than an order.

— Slow? — Gael growled, thrusting in all at once with a force that drew a hoarse scream from her. He was too big, too aggressive, and she felt her entire body protest as he pumped without mercy.

Ian held her arms, keeping her in place, while Luan knelt in front of her, forcing his cock into her mouth.

— Suck it, bitch — he said, giving her a light slap to reinforce it. She tried to resist, but his size filled her mouth, and she gagged, her eyes watering.

Andrew and the other guy were on either side, their hands grabbing her breasts, squeezing them tightly as they laughed at the muffled moans she let out. It was an attack from all sides — Gael thrusting from behind, Luan from the front, and the other two marking her fair skin with scratches and slaps. Yuna lost her breath, her head spinning, her body struggling to get used to the invasion.

But then the alcohol and marijuana really started to take effect. The initial pain, the shock, everything started to mix together in a warm haze. Gael's cock, which before seemed to tear her in half, was now hitting a spot that made her legs tremble in a way she couldn't ignore. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Luan's cock, and the guys noticed the change.

— Look, the bitch is enjoying it — Ian said, laughing as he slapped her ass again.

Yuna tried to deny it, but her body didn't lie. Her moans were getting longer, hoarser, and she started moving her hips against Gael, almost without wanting to. The pleasure was coming in waves, mixed with the adrenaline and the confusion of the drink.

“You... bastards…” she managed to mumble, but her tone was weaker, almost surrendered.

Luan pulled her hair, forcing her to look at him as he thrust into her mouth.

“That's it, moan for us. Show us what you're really like.”

Gael sped up, each thrust making the couch creak, and Yuna felt a heat rising through her body, the alcohol transforming their aggression into an ecstasy she hadn't expected. Andrew switched places with Luan, thrusting his cock into her mouth while Luan moved back, and Ian took Gael's place. It was a brutal rotation, but she was starting to lose herself in it, her eyes glazed over, her lips trembling, her body surrendering to the rhythm.

“Fuck, you guys… you’re animals…” she moaned between one gasp and another, but now there was a sparkle in her feline eyes, a twisted pleasure that she could no longer hide.

When Gael came back to fuck her again, she was already arching her back, her moans echoing in the room as the four of them used her nonstop. The alcohol had turned everything upside down—what started as a lesson for her turned into a chaos of pleasure that she no longer knew how to stop.

Yuna was in the middle of the hurricane, her body sweaty and trembling, her blond hair stuck to her face as the four brutes—Gael, Ian, Luan, and Andrew—continued their attack. She was already dizzy, the alcohol and marijuana transforming the whole thing into a crazy mix of pain and excitement. The couch creaked with each thrust, and her moans were coming out hoarse, almost uncontrollable. But the guys weren't satisfied yet — they wanted more, and the next step would break her in a way she never imagined.

Gael, the big guy with the lip piercing, pulled her by the hips, turning her face down again. His cock, still hard and wet, brushed against her ass, and Yuna laughed, thinking it was just another round.

— You want to do it again, big guy? — she said, her voice shaking but trying to keep her composure. — Go for it, I can handle it.

He gave a crooked smile, holding her buttocks with his big hands and spreading her open without ceremony.

— You think you've seen it all, huh, bitch? — he growled, spitting on his hand and rubbing it on his cock. — Let's see how you deal with that virgin ass of yours.

Yuna froze, her feline eyes widening in fear for the first real time.

— Wait, what?! — she screamed, trying to turn around, but Ian grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the couch. — No, no, I've never done that, you sickos! Get out of here!

Luan, the tattooed blond, laughed out loud and slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the room.

— Relax, blondie. Everyone has a first time. And yours will be with us.

She struggled, her heart racing, fear running up her spine as Gael positioned his cock at the entrance of her asshole. It was too big, too thick, and she knew it was going to hurt like hell.

“Please, no, not that!” she begged, her voice coming out higher, almost tearful. “I’ll do anything else, but not that!”

“Anything?” Andrew, the skinny guy with the wild look, came closer, rubbing his cock in her face. “Then suck here while he fucks you, you whore.”

Gael didn’t wait for an answer. He forced his way in, the head of his cock pushing against her tight asshole, and Yuna screamed loudly, her entire body tensing with the pain. It was like a hot iron was ripping her in half, the pressure unbearable as he tried to force his way in.

“Fuck, it’s so fucking tight!” Gael grunted, gripping her hips tighter. “Relax your ass, bitch, or it’ll be worse.” — It hurts, you sons of bitches! — Yuna screamed, her nails scratching the couch, tears streaming down her eyes as she tried to pull away. — Stop, I can't take it!

Ian laughed, keeping her arms pinned.

— Can't take it? Didn't you rule everyone? Now cry, go on.

He pushed in further, and the entrance was hell — her virgin ass resisted, but his cock was relentless. After a few seconds of struggling, the head passed, and Yuna gave a hoarse scream, her body shaking as he forced the rest of it inside. The pain was raw, throbbing, and she felt every inch of that monster stretching her like never before.

— It's fucking tearing me apart! — she moaned, her voice broken, her face buried in the couch as tears wet the fabric. — Take it off, please!

— Take it off? — Gael laughed, starting to move slowly, each movement eliciting a moan of pain from her. — You're going to ask for more, just wait.

Luan grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and shoving his cock in her mouth again.

— Cry with this in your mouth, bitch. Swallow while he fucks your ass.

She choked, Luan's cock filling her throat as Gael thrust into her ass, the pain mixing with the heat of the alcohol that was still running through her veins. It was too much—her body was in shock, but little by little, something started to change. The pain, which at first was unbearable, was mixed with a strange sensation, a tingling that went up her legs and made her tremble in a different way.

— Fuck, she's starting to like it—Ian said, laughing as he let go of her wrists to grab her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard.— Look how her ass is blinking now.

Yuna moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Luan's cock, and her body, almost unintentionally, began to relax. The alcohol was softening her resistance, and Gael's cock, which had previously felt like a punishment, now hit a spot inside her that sent shocks of pleasure through her body.

"You... bastards..." she murmured, but her voice was weaker, her hips moving a little against him.

"That's it, bitch, grind on that cock," Gael said, slapping her ass that made her scream again, but this time with a different tone. He sped up, thrusting deeper, her asshole slowly giving in as she moaned louder.

Andrew switched places with Luan, shoving his cock in her mouth while Luan moved back, waiting for his turn.

"My cock wants a piece of that blonde too," Luan said, rubbing his cock against her ass as Gael pulled out.

When Luan entered, there was another wave of pain — his cock was thicker than Gael's, and her already sensitive asshole protested again.

"Fuck, it won't fit!" Yuna screamed, but the scream turned into a long moan when he forced it all inside, stretching her even more.

"Yes, it will fit, you whore," Luan growled, thrusting hard while holding her hair like a rein. "You're going to swallow every inch."

The pain was there, raw and throbbing, but the pleasure was growing with it, the alcohol turning everything into a hot mess. Yuna felt her asshole burning, but also throbbing, her body getting used to the invasion while the guys laughed and cursed her. Ian was next, thrusting with a brutality that made her see stars, and Andrew finished the round, his cock thinner but faster, pounding deep while she moaned nonstop.

"It feels good now, right, bitch?" — Andrew said, slapping her face as he thrust. — Tell her you want more!

— I… fuck… want… — Yuna moaned, the words coming out almost unintentionally, her body surrendered, her asshole broken but throbbing with pleasure.

They continued, taking turns in her ass, each one more aggressive than the other, until she no longer knew where the pain began and the excitement ended. The couch was soaked in sweat, her blonde hair a mess, and her moans filled the room as the four of them used her without mercy.

Yuna was at her limit, her body sweaty and marked, her virgin asshole now broken by the huge cocks of Gael, Ian, Luan and Andrew. The couch creaked as if it was going to fall apart, and her moans were coming out hoarse, uncontrolled, as the four brutes thrusted without stopping. She had already given in to the mix of pain and pleasure, the alcohol and marijuana making her head soft, but now things were going to another level — she was about to break for good.

Gael was back in her ass, his thick cock stretching her to the max as he held her hips with brute force.

“Fuck, this ass is swallowing everything now,” he grunted, thrusting deep, each thrust making her body tremble. “You like this, don’t you, you slut?”

Yuna tried to respond, but all she could come out was a loud moan, her mouth half open as Andrew shoved his cock down her throat again.

“Tell me, bitch!” Andrew said, slapping her face so hard that her red lips bled a little. “Tell me you love being fucked like this!”

She choked, her cat-like eyes glazed over, tears streaming down her face as Andrew’s cock hit the back of her throat.

— I… love… — she managed to murmur, her voice almost fading, her body moving on its own against Gael.

Luan laughed, grabbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples hard while Ian reached between her legs, rubbing her clit with rough fingers.

“Look at this bitch, she’s dripping,” Ian said, laughing as his fingers got wet. “You were born for this, blondie.”

Yuna’s head was spinning, the pleasure coming in waves so strong that she couldn’t think straight anymore. Her ass was burning, her body was aching, but every thrust, every slap, every curse was pushing her to a place of no return. She started to laugh, a low, broken sound, her eyes unfocused as the mind break hit her hard.

“That… fuck me… break me…” she moaned, the words coming out unfiltered, her voice shaking with ecstasy. “More… fuck, more!”

The guys exchanged glances, surprised for a second, but soon they took advantage. Gael thrust faster, his cock throbbing inside her asshole as he cursed:

— See, you idiots? She's asking for it! Let's finish this whore once and for all!

Luan switched places with Andrew, shoving his thick cock in her mouth while Andrew went for her ass, thrusting at an insane speed. Ian stood in front, rubbing his cock against her breasts while Gael held her in place. It was chaos—four huge cocks, hands everywhere, slapping and pulling hair, and Yuna in the middle, lost in a sea of ​​pleasure that had swallowed her sanity.

— Fuck, I'm going to cum in that ass! — Andrew yelled, his rhythm getting sloppy as he thrust deep, his cock throbbing.

— Then cum, damn it! — Gael replied, laughing as he held her hips so Andrew could finish.

Andrew gave one last loud moan, thrusting all the way in and cumming inside her ass, the heat of his cum filling her as she screamed, her body convulsing. He pulled out, his cock dripping, and Luan took his place, thrusting into her ass without even waiting.

"My turn, bitch," Luan said, his thick cock forcing its way in as Andrew's cum dripped down her thighs.

Yuna was beside herself, laughing and moaning at the same time, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure consumed her.

"Cum... cum in me..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, her body limp but still responding.

Luan thrust hard, her asshole already so broken that he could easily enter, and he came right after, filling her up again as he slapped her ass.

"Take it, you whore, swallow it all!" Ian was next, thrusting into her ass while Gael shoved his cock into her mouth, the two of them synchronizing their movements.

“Open your mouth, blondie,” Gael growled, grabbing her hair as he thrust into her throat. “I’m going to cum on your face.”

She obeyed, her mind broken, her mouth open as Gael came, hot cum running down her face, dripping onto her red lips and chin. Ian finished in her ass, the third to fill her from behind, and Yuna fell onto the couch, her body shaking, her asshole throbbing with the cum from all three.

Andrew, who had already cum, rubbed his half-pumped cock against her breasts, leaving a wet trail.

“Is it over, bitch?” he said, laughing as she moaned softly, almost fainting.

Yuna didn’t answer. She was slumped, her blonde hair a sticky mess, her face covered in cum, her asshole dripping as her body convulsed in spasms of pleasure. The mind break had hit her hard — she was no longer the confident Yuna, the bitch who ruled everything. She was just a broken body, lost in an ecstasy she never imagined.

The guys straightened up, laughing and slapping each other on the back.

"Mission accomplished, huh," Gael said, fastening his belt. "Tell Lia that she won't forget it any time soon." They left the room, leaving Yuna there, the sound of the party slowly returning to her ears as she tried to breathe, her body and mind in pieces.

Yuna lay sprawled on the couch for a time she couldn't even count. The noise of the party outside — the loud music, the laughter, the breaking of glasses — seemed to come from another world. Her body was a mess: her dress torn on the floor, her blond hair stuck to her face with sweat and cum, her fair skin marked by redness, scratches and slaps. Her asshole was still throbbing, sore and hot, the guys' cum dripping down her thighs as she tried to draw air into her lungs. Her head was empty, an echo of the mind break that had just happened, but little by little she came back to herself.

She stood up slowly, her legs wobbly, and grabbed what was left of her dress to cover her body. The broken mirror on the wall showed a Yuna she barely recognized — her feline eyes were sunken, her red lipstick smeared with blood and cum, her face pale but with a strange glow. She laughed, a low, hoarse sound, almost as if she couldn't believe what had happened.

— You sons of bitches… — she muttered to herself, her voice weak but with a new tone, somewhere between anger and fascination.

On campus, rumors began to spread the next morning. No one really knew what had happened in the private room, but everyone saw Yuna leaving the dorm with her dress torn, her hair messy and her walk a little crooked. Some said she had been humiliated, others that she had enjoyed every second of it. Lia heard the whispers and smiled, satisfied with her revenge, but unaware that she had awakened something in Yuna.

The blonde didn't disappear, as some expected. She returned to campus a few days later, wearing her usual short skirt, her red lips shining, but her gaze… her gaze was different. More dangerous, more aware. She still teased, still tossed her hair and laughed at the guys who drooled over her, but now there was a weight in her words, a shine that said she knew what could happen — and maybe even wanted it again. — Hey guys, who's buying me a drink tonight? — she said one afternoon, in the same tone as always, but with a smile that made the guys hesitate.

Yuna had changed. She wasn't just the confident bitch who manipulated everyone anymore. She had a broken side, but also a new side, a fire that the gangbang had lit. The campus whispered about her, the legend growing, and she let it. After all, the game had changed — and she was ready to play again, her way.

But not everything was resolved. As Yuna paraded through the courtyard, a pair of eyes followed her from afar, hidden among the students. It was Heitor, Lia's boyfriend, the guy who had started this whole mess. He had been quiet since the party, but his look wasn't one of guilt or regret — it was one of obsession. He knew what had happened to Yuna, he had heard the rumors, and something in him was burning to pull her back into the abyss. In his hand, a cell phone flashed with an unsent message: "We need to talk, blonde. I know what you've become." The game was far from over.

[yoichiin]

isagi yoichi's fluff alphabet! (from a to k)

as stated, it's a fluff alphabet for isagi!

no notable warnings. gn!reader. fluff. second person pov.

a is for activities (what does he do in his free time with you?) :

isagi is somewhat of a simpleton. his life is eat, sleep, soccer so the things he does with you reflect that. if you feel like switching it up, you’ll have to tell him directly.

when he does have free time with you, quiet cozy days in or spontaneous brunches on the weekends are his go-tos. they’re simple, yes, but with yoichi, less is always more. he isn’t the type of person to find value in super extravagant outings and in his mind, the memories that ring loudest are the mundane things that no one else seems to remember. so even though his heart aches when you don’t recall the late night conversations when he fell in love with you for the first time, isagi doesn’t mind. the warm winter naps and simple mornings over not-very-luxurious breakfasts may melt like snowflakes in your memory but as long as you’re content in that moment, it’s all he could ask for.

b is for beauty (what does he find most beautiful in a partner? what is his favorite part, inside and out?):

the simple answer that yoichi says is someone with a nice smile and laughs a lot. the real answer is a bit more complicated. 

as someone who has observed and analyzed his whole life, he’s noticed the kind of glow joy seems to have on people. from the small perk of the shoulders to laughing so hard you feel like throwing up—this phenomena sings to isagi. the existence of real, visible, audible emotion.

when he’s on the pitch with his teammates there’s a fire in every one of their eyes—all-consuming like the sun. it’s that light that pulled him into blue lock in the first place. the joy of victory, of evolution and change. seeing all of these emotions on someone’s face is yoichi’s favorite thing about human connection and he treasures it with his life. 

(and he likes thighs too, i guess.)

c is for comfort (how does he help his s/o when they’re sad or overwhelmed?):

it’s a nice surprise that isagi’s soccer awareness translates well into relationships. he can assess your state immediately and run to your side and comfort you with verbal affirmations. his words are so real and from the depths of his soul, it’d almost be an insult to call them sweet nothings. 

yoichi’s feelings come out as easy as gentle wind upon autumn leaves, even philosophical at times. if you weren’t overwhelmed by your own emotions, you’d be racking your brain a bit trying to figure out his. it gets theoretical to the point where it flies over your head but that’s how you know it’s genuine. no matter how he layers his words, his intentions remain clear. “it is a privilege learning to understand you.”

d is for dreams (how do they picture a future with their s/o?):

before isagi got with you, he had never imagined being in a relationship. not like he didn’t want one but it just slipped his mind. his first love is soccer, through and through. he thought he never needed anything else.

still, his vision has always been simple. win the world cup, become the greatest striker in the world, and now you’re there too. when you’re with such a simpleton, he’ll always have space for you in his future and now that he’s got you, you’re never leaving.

e is for equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or passive?):

as much as i want to be self-indulgent and say that isagi would be submissive, i think he leans towards being dominant in a relationship.

perhaps before blue lock, when he was unsure of his ideals, he’d follow his partner with no question. but that’s not the person he wants to be. now that blue lock has reassured the things he’s been thinking for years, he likes being in control, leading, and making decisions. he doesn’t disrespect you or dismiss you, of course, but yoichi feels most secure when he voices his opinions freely and decides things for himself. yoichi can lose sight of you at times because of this so your relationship might have to be negotiated to be more equal but in a way where he doesn’t have to compromise his values.

f is for fight (how does he argue? how do you work through your problems?):

while isagi is good at voicing his thoughts, he’s a little too good. his thoughtful words and passionate soccer theories can quickly turn into paralyzing venom when he’s angry and it comes out in hyper-specific insults that pierce some of your deepest insecurities. fights happen infrequently but when they’re bad, they’re bad. he’s not so stubborn that he’ll drag on a fight but he says things so out of turn, it leaves you needing space.

recovering after these arguments takes a lot of time and talking and trying your hardest to understand each other. it’s hard to make sense of everything isagi is thinking because he thinks so much, but know, after all is said and done, he wants you two to come out of these fights stronger.

gentle (how gentle is he, physically or emotionally?):

as good as he is with his words, isagi doesn’t really know much about physical affection. he’s gentle the way a child takes care of a pet or baby, cautious and a bit eager. you can feel his nerves travel up your spine as he hesitantly puts a hand on the small of your back to hold you. though awkward, it just makes it even more endearing.

h is for honesty (what’s something he keeps secret? any rules for honesty?):

isagi doesn’t have any specific rules when it comes to honesty. obviously, he wants you to trust him but if there’s something you want to keep to yourself, it’s fine with him and he’ll do the same. 

i is for inspiration (a trait about him that you might look up to):

how much he thinks. isagi’s mind is an endlessly growing puzzle—a garden of ideas and theories he’s been nurturing like he’s been at it for fifty years. you watch him in awe as he sits studying a match, eyes slightly squinted and nose all scrunched up. yoichi’s constantly redefining and reorganizing his thoughts and you can’t help but giggle when you say something random and he perks up with what you’re sure is a fresh idea. his drive is a beacon not just for his rivals but for you as well.

k is for kiss (what was the first kiss like?):

i imagine your first kiss is after a match. isagi has shot the winning goal and both of you are full of excitement and adrenaline you don’t realize what you’re doing. after swimming past all of his teammates surrounding him and seeing you in the front stands, he’s so overwhelmed he pulls you in for a kiss. it’s warm, exceedingly so, and a little awkward, noses softly bumping against each other. yoichi’s hair is somewhat stringy from his sweat while his face glistens under the stadium lights as you realize what has just happened.

truth be told, he’d been stressing himself out wanting to kiss you and he revealed he’d have rather done it in a smaller, more secluded place but his red cheeks while he bashfully explains himself is too cute that you go in for another peck between his brows.

fin.

[peaxhygirl]

𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 - 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴 (5 pt. 2)

: ̗̀➛𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

: ̗̀➛𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Raven and Armando's under cover show signs of paying off and Raven's concerns for Armando peak ever so slightly.

: ̗̀➛𝙰𝙽: Hey guys!! So, school started back and it's been kicking my ass, but I finally got a moment to upload another part for Vice. I am so so sorry I've been gone for so long, but I'll try to do better.

Blood splattered across the sandy ground as Armando's fist connected once again with the sleaze's face. The fight was almost unfair in all honesty. Sure, the sleaze put up a decent fight, but he was no match for the man who was raised as a weapon. It didn't take Armando too long to get the man down to the ground, shirt collar balled up in his hand, the other repeatedly flying at his face. The goons around them yelled for their underboss to get up and fight back but none interfered, at least there was a bit of honor among them.

They were letting the men shoot a fair one. Mono e mono.

Raven was still playing the role of a woman who was protected by a ruthless man, so she had to act as if this had no effect on her. Like she didn't want to call for Armando to let go of him. Part of her has honestly turned the fuck on watching him manhandle someone simply for disrespecting her, but the other half didn't exactly like to see him behave like this. She was scared taking this action would cause him to regress somehow. Slide back into his violent ways, when answering with your fist was the only correct answer. He'd come so far from that.

Raven looked past Armando's shoulder to see the bloody face Armando had created. "Okay, baby. Drop 'em. I think he's learned his lesson." Raven spoke easily. She glanced at her nails as Armando somehow found it in him to release the poor guy. However, he didn't let the opportunity pass to add the last bit of disrespect. Wiping off his bloody fist on the sleaze bag's shirt. "Now, all of this could have been avoided if someone would have answered our question earlier. " Her voice was light, almost taunting as she spoke glancing at the crowd as she handed Armando his gun back. "Now, can someone please take us to your boss?" She smiled sweetly.

They walked hand in hand through the industrial style building. Being led by some of the goons that were previously outside rooting on the fight they'd witnessed. The sleaze bag had disappeared into the building before them, he'd actually been the one to give the green light to introduce them to their target. Raven stole glances at Armando, her long blonde hair swayed along with her hips as they walked. Her smaller hand tightened around his larger one, a way to assess if he was okay following what just happened. He looked over to her, eyes dark and stricken before he shot her the smallest smirk.

He was fine.

Hell, he probably even enjoyed letting lose. Raven returned the smallest head nod to communicate with him before they both steadied their gazes on the figure that was coming closer into their view. "And who the fuck is bold enough to step on to my property and demand to see me?" It was like he appeared out of the darkness despite the inside of this area being well let.

Well, if you could call it that. Gray floors and walls. Boxes stacked up along the walls containing god knows what, and lights that hung from the ceiling to illuminate the area. It was mundane within-- whatever the hell this was. Nigel stood out in it, his Versace shirt was loud and flamboyant, offset by his dark pants and shoes. The subtle shine of his patten leather shoes and the little gold chain around his neck resembled the one Armando wore. The one that was dangling over her face last night.

She almost laughed thinking about how they woke up again just as the sun was rising, she'd grabbed him by that chain like it was a leashed and it sent him flying into a bit of a lustful craze. They'd just fallen asleep from that before they were discovered. "A man who wants to do business." Armando rasped. His tone even and matter of fact, as if he didn't care who he offended. "Well, you wanted my attention. You got it, now make it worth my time."

Bingo, they were in.

[palmtreesx3]

(Bonus Features for Burning Through the Pages)

Read the full fic and epilogue HERE

Title: Syllabus and Skin: A Forbidden Seminar

By: GradSchoolGirlie93

Rating: E

Tags: Academic Enemies to Lovers, Copy Room Smut, Forbidden Romance, Professor Harrington’s Hair, Power Couple Energy, Canon Divergence (but not really)

Author’s Note: I don’t know what inspired this… probably just too much caffeine and the way they said “interdisciplinary collaboration” like it was foreplay.

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 3: “The Office Hours Incident”

Professor H was leaning against the filing cabinet, arms crossed, sleeves rolled up like he knew what it did to her. Dr. L didn’t flinch. She never did. Not when he smirked. Not when he said her name like it was a challenge.

"You’re five minutes late,” she said, tossing a red pen on his desk.

"You missed me,” he replied, voice low. He took a step closer. Then another. Until the air between them was sharp with unsaid things and stupid decisions and last week’s conference hotel hallway.

"If I missed you,” she said coolly, “you’d know.”

"Wanna prove it?”

And then?

She kissed him like tenure was on the line.

He kissed her like he’d already burned his contract for a second chance at her.

She moaned something into his mouth about APA formatting and he swore he blacked out.

---

TOP COMMENTS:

@blonde_bitch_gradtrack: I’m sweating in the student union rn WHY IS THIS SO GOOD

@Feral4Frogs: I’d pay actual tuition to see Prof pin him against a whiteboard and make him beg.

@majoring_in_yearning: I knew they were real. THIS FIC IS VALIDATION.

@HarringtonsHairline: The author clearly took notes during class. This is basically ethnographic research.

By: GradSchoolGirlie93

Chapter 4.5: “Field Research”

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“Tell me again,” she hissed, pinning him against the whiteboard. “Why you decided to argue learning theory with me in front of the dean.”

"Because,” he gasped, “you’re hot when you’re condescending.”

She gripped his tie.

He whimpered.

A dry-erase marker rolled off the ledge and no one noticed.

“Shut up and prove you understand deep inquiry.”

"If I go down on you in your office chair, does that count as experiential learning?”

"Depends,” she said, smirking. “Are you going to assess the outcome?”

Chapter ends with a broken chair, muffled moans, and someone outside the door loudly going: “I SWEAR TO GOD IF THEY’RE IN THERE AGAIN.”

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TOP COMMENTS:

@tenuredbutferal: This is the most educational thing I’ve read all semester.

@icedcoffeetears: I had to close my laptop in the library. Twice. I’m not okay.

@notliketheothergrads: Are they real? Like real real? Because I saw her wearing his flannel and I have feelings.

@polytheoreticalmethod: I am convinced they make each other flashcards before sex.

@gimmeaplusandaprofessor: The way he said “experiential learning” and she just LET HIM?? I blacked out. I’m suing.

@yourmomsrubric: "Are you going to assess the outcome" is the single filthiest academic line I have ever read and I want it tattooed on my body.

By: GradSchoolGirlie93

Chapter 6.3: “Crisis in the Lecture Hall Closet”

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The door slammed shut behind them.

Her voice was a whisper: “This is a janitor’s closet.”

His hands were already at her waist. “This is a learning environment.”

"You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re not wearing a bra.”

She gasped.

He grinned.

Somewhere in the corner, a bucket rolled over.

"We have twelve minutes before my next class.”

“Twelve?” he asked, dropping to his knees. “So like... a warm-up?”

She didn’t answer—just grabbed his hair like she was writing her thesis in it.

--

Top Comments:

@goththesisenergy: Can’t believe she said “This is a janitor’s closet” like that wasn’t a setup for the hottest scene of the semester.

@academicallyunclothed: I’m gonna start checking closet doors before every class just in case they’re still in there.

@ragingsenioritis: The mop witnessed war. And I envy it.

By: GradSchoolGirlie93

Chapter 7: “Citations and Cunnilingus”

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“You’ve cited everyone in this paper,” he said, flipping through her binder.

"Everyone but you,” she replied, tugging his belt open.

"APA or MLA?” he rasped.

“Oral.”

He dropped to his knees with reverence.

Her thighs parted like the gates of academic enlightenment.

He murmured her name like a thesis title.

She graded his performance with an A+ and a moan so obscene, the neighboring office filed a noise complaint.

---

Top Comments:

@feministpedagogy: This isn’t erotica. This is theory. This is praxis.

@sapphicTA: “Oral” sent me into the void. I’m not even mad. I’m inspired.

@taintedtenuretrack: If I don’t have someone who worships my mind and my thighs with the same intensity, I don’t want it.

By: GradSchoolGirlie93

Chapter 9: “Peer Review”

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She caught him rereading her latest article.

He caught her staring at his mouth while he did it.

"Any feedback?” she asked.

"I have some... notes.”

He kissed her like a rebuttal.

She kissed back like she’d already revised.

They ended up horizontal.

The article ended up crumpled.

Neither of them regretted it.

He gave her a ten-page review.

She gave him rug burn.

---

Top Comments:

@emotionalTAtrauma: "Kissed her like a rebuttal" has permanently altered my DNA.

@doyoureferencesparkjoy: This is my Roman Empire. I think about it every day.

@powerpointandpanties: Not the rug burn. NOT THE RUG BURN.

Time: 1:37 AM. Someone had too much boxed wine and opened AO3.

Jules: okay WHO is writing the “Syllabus and Skin” fic bc I just read the chapter where she called his lecture voice “foreplay with a learning objective” and I need answers

Emma: I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU IT WAS TOO SPECIFIC

Liam: “peer review” gave me a nosebleed. I was at Panera. My sandwich was never the same

Tasha: I can’t even look at Prof anymore. She asked me if I’d “submitted my materials” and I BLUSHED

Ben: no bc the author said “his fingers trailed across the thesis of her desire” and I cried into my reusable coffee sleeve

Emma: no listen

Emma: LISTEN

Emma: "she moaned in APA”

Emma: WHO SAYS THAT

Jules: the levels of accuracy??? the emotional damage??? the CHALK DUST DETAIL???

Tasha: it’s Lexie. Has to be Lexie. She took both their classes and has a tattoo of a fountain pen.

Lexie (just entering): hi. sorry. just joined. what’s happening?

Liam: …nothing

Emma: talking about taxes

Jules: yeah. FAFSA. lol

Lexie: oh cool. hey btw. did anyone notice the exact font used in that fic is the same one in Professor H’s syllabus?

Everyone:

Everyone:

Ben: ok BYE

Tasha: she said ✍️ forensic fanfic

Emma: THIS IS WHY WE DON’T TRUST LITERACY MAJORS

He meant to check his email.

He really did.

But the browser was already open. And it said:

“Chapter 10: Lecture Hall Lust & Curriculum-Based Moaning”

Which, okay. Fine. That could mean anything.

Until he sees the tags:

“Enemies to Lovers,” “Copy Room Smut,” “Dean Martinez Has Seen Too Much,” “Hot Professors Who Should Be Illegal.”

And then— He sees the character names.

Not their real names, of course. But the descriptions?

“Smirking Psych Professor with rolled sleeves and emotional depth of a teaspoon.”

“Snarky Education Chair with a gel pen kink and thighs like policy enforcement.”

His mouth drops open.

His coffee drops onto his shoe.

“Holy. Shit.”

He keeps reading.

And reading.

And somewhere around the line,

“She pinned him to the whiteboard like tenure depended on it,”

he makes a sound that can only be described as a noise previously reserved for playoff wins and orgasms.

He doesn’t stop until the final line of the newest chapter:

“He graded her on a curve. She curved against his mouth.”

“I need to tell her,” he whispers, wide-eyed and reverent.

---

You're in your office.

Grading.

Peacefully.

Until your door slams open and Steve bursts in holding someone’s MacBook like he just found the lost Dead Sea Scrolls.

“They wrote fanfiction about us.”

You blink.

“What?”

“Fan. Fiction.” He’s waving the laptop. “They wrote us into a fic. We have tags. I HAVE A TAG.”

You set your pen down. Slow. Suspicious.

“What’s your tag?”

He flips the screen around.

You read:

#Hot Professors Who Should Be Illegal

#Smug and Sensitive (the duality of man)

#He’d Eat Her Out Mid-Tenure Review

Your hand flies to your mouth.

Your brain short-circuits.

Your body? Not immune to the phrase mid-tenure review.

“I’m going to die,” you whisper.

“I’m printing it,” he says.

“You better not.”

“There’s a whole peer review scene. You call me a ‘mouthy complication with a doctorate in destruction.’”

“Why does that kind of turn me on?”

“It should.”

---

You’re in bed.

He’s shirtless. Glasses on.

Reading it aloud.

"And then she said, ‘Get on your knees, and show me what a real thesis defense looks like.’”

You groan into your pillow.

"Burn it."

“Frame it.”

“Burn me.”

He pauses.

“...Can I send them a thank-you basket?”

[tacticalhimbo]

digging through the mouthwashing files and was able to transcribe the psychological evaluation form and uh. wow!

we definitely know that anya is treated too harshly by the crew, and she even makes her own comments (during the birthday party) about pony express as a company...

but this form is SO GROSS to be labeled as a "psych eval" because. it isn't. it's an employee evaluation. a productivity evaluation.

transcript below, to the best of my abilities given the quality/size of the file.

NAME OF EVALUATOR | DATE OF BIRTH | CREW ID

PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION

Pony Express bi-monthly psychological welfare examinations! Maximize your potential through a simple medical personnel guided interview. Please allow for no more than one hour of company time to conduct the survey.

Evaluatee Personal Assessment

Allow the evaluatee to answer these questions directly and personally, make note of their responses for the rest of the evaluation.

Have you been able to complete your mandated tasks as insert role efficiently and to your fullest capacity …. Very Poor, Poor, OK, Good, Very Good

How would you rate your recent performance …. Very Poor, Poor, OK, Good, Very Good

Medical Assessment

"None or Mild" means no significant limitation on the ability to perform the activity. "Moderate" means a significant limitation on the ability to perform the activity. "Marked" means a very significant limitation on the ability to perform the activity. "Severe" means the inability to perform the activity in regular competitive employment or outside of a sheltered workshop.

Rate the following basic work activities below on the crew member's ability to [???] this activity over a normal work period or an ongoing, appropriate and independent basis.

A. Understand, remember, and persist in tasks by following very short and simple instruction …. B. Perform activities within a schedule, maintain regular attendance, and be punctual within customary tolerances without special supervision …. C. Learn new tasks …. D. Perform routine tasks without special supervision …. E. Adapt to changes in a routine work setting …. F. Make simple and adequate work-related decisions …. G. Be aware of normal hazards and take appropriate precautions …. H. Ask simple questions or request assistance …. I. Communicate and perform effectively in a work setting …. J. Have you found yourself sexually attracted to cartoon horses ….

Observation Detail (All nurses shall fill this part out with discretion)

A. Appearance …. B. Speech …. C. Attitude and Behavior …. D. Mood …. E. Mental Stability …. F. Additional Notes ….

[davrinsleftpectoral]

A Word With Friends | June 9

Mendacious

Given to or characterized by deception or falsehood or divergence from absolute truth.

mendacious tales of his adventures

Additional context: Mendacious and lying have very similar meanings, but the two are not

interchangeable. Mendacious is more formal and literary, suggesting a deception harmless enough to be considered somewhat bland.

(mendaciously adverb)

(mendaciousness noun)

Thank you @hedwigoprah for such a fun writing prompt tag game and @jenn2d2 @woundedsoul12 @dragonagegayz for the tags. 

This is set in a future chapter of welcome to nug e cheese. Under the cut because it got a little long (just under 1k words)

==

Harding sat at the round table in the break room, with papers and books spread out before her. She looked up when she heard Neve leaving her office, and watched her check Old Joe and sigh disappointedly when she found him empty. Harding smiled, and made a mental note to tell Rook to come back and make more when she was done here.

Her coffee plans foiled, Neve came and joined Harding at the table instead. Harding smiled at the other woman as she folded her arms on the table and gave Harding an assessing stare. That usually meant Neve had something on her mind.

“Homework?” Neve asked.

“Yeah,” sighed Harding. “It’s quieter here than my room, so it’s easier to concentrate. It was slow so I took a little longer break, I hope that’s okay. I can stay later and do extra cleaning if you want me to make up for it.” The words tumbled out of her, trying to appease Neve before the other woman had a chance to say anything.

Neve tilted her head and gave her a pointed look. “Have I ever made you work extra for doing homework when it’s slow?”

“No but—“

“No. So don’t worry about it. Rook knows to call you up front if he needs the help?”

Harding nodded.

“Thats all I need.” She paused, looking off to the side and then back to Harding. “So, it’s been a few days now. What’s your impression of Lucanis?”

Harding waited a beat before answering. Neve was incredibly perceptive, and Harding herself had a knack for noticing details. She wondered what Neve had on her mind. 

“He is nice enough. He seems to lack real world experience. Well, at least experience with poorer people.” Neve hummed and nodded in agreement. “And he glaringly has no customer service experience. But he’s learning.”

“How does someone his age lack those skills, and end up working here?” Neve mused. Harding sat silent, recognizing that Neve had thoughts tumbling about in her head. 

“He does seem a little mendacious,” Harding offered. Neve snorted a laugh.

“What? Rook won’t stop talking about the word of the day calendar,” she shrugged.

“Mendacious huh,” Neve paused, as if compiling her thoughts before speaking. “Is he though? Has he volunteered much about his personal life?”

Harding thought back on their conversations, and was surprised to find the answer was no. “Actually, I don’t believe we’ve talked about his personal life at all.”

“Right. And he didn’t say he needed a job. The only thing Lucanis said was that his grandma knew Solas, and asked him to give Lucanis a job, and we’re the lucky location that got him. He left his work history section blank on his paperwork. I assumed it was just because he already had the job. I don’t feel like he’s lying necessarily, but rather purposefully omitting information.”

Harding furrowed her brow. “Well. Now that you mention it, I did see something weird the other day. I saw Lucanis while I was waiting for my bus. It was after work, but he was wearing a baseball cap and kept glancing around suspiciously. Like he was trying to hide himself but doing a really bad job of it.”

Neve nodded. “I pointed out his expensive watch and he stopped wearing it to work after that.”

Harding pointed at Neve. “And he started wearing khakis!”

“But what does it mean? What is he hiding?”

“Oh! What if he is undercover for Drake and Brontos! And he’s here spying on the inner workings of Nug E Cheese, to learn top secret business tips!” Harding said excitedly. 

“We’re barely hanging on here, Lace. I don’t think that’s it.”

“Hmm you do have a point. Oh! Maybe he’s secretly the prince of Antiva, and he’s so tired of living by the rules of royalty that he’s come to Dock Town to live like an ordinary person! Or maybe he traded places with someone that looks just like him, and they’re pretending to be the prince while he’s just trying to live like a normal guy.” 

“I think I read that plot in a children’s story book once,” Neve said dubiously. “I don’t think that’s his secret.”

Hardings eyes got wide. “Oh,” she breathed. “What if he’s a serial killer on the run? He could have a whole trail of hidden bodies, left behind in old apartments he’s moved out of. Women that went missing and were stuffed into walls behind closets. And now he’s here, acting like an average guy, but looking for his next victim!” She ended on a squeak. 

“Really?”

“Why not? It happens all the time on the crime podcasts I listen to. The guy seems mostly normal, but just a little weird. And it turns out he likes to make jewelry out of women’s teeth.”

“Lace, you need to get out more.”

“Can’t afford it,” Harding laughed. 

“Well, let’s keep this between us for now. And maybe just keep an eye on him,” neve suggested. 

“So you DO think he could be a serial killer!” Harding whisper yelled. 

“No! I just think he might be hiding something and now I need to figure out what. I hate unanswered questions.” 

==

Gently tagging @serensama @mythals-whore @biowaredisasterbisexual @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @thedissonantverses @blackwall-my-tiny-husband

[carriehobbs]

For Andy!! :) (or anyone else who sparks joy I love all of your babies!)

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

4. how crafty/resourceful are they?

13. what languages do they speak? how fluently?

14. are they any good with numbers?

30. do they smell like anything notable?

Awww PD you're too sweet 💕💕💕

I'm going to answer for Andy and for Ella as a bonus (because I've been thinking of her recently, and have sort-of-half-answers for her, which is more than I have for Andy)!

2. What sort of music would they like? Have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? Do they have a favorite song?

I don't know the favourite genres or artists or songs of either Andy or Ella, but I can share little tidbits of some of my more general musical impressions.

I think Andy enjoys music that more heavily features guitars and drums. She definitely had a Fall Out Boy phase in middle school or high school. I think she would like The Killers.

Ella has a soft spot for big band jazz. She likes to listen to it (and sing along) while she's doing the dishes and she has a very smooth, pleasant singing voice. She knows all the words to L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. (I can picture Ella singing along while doing the dishes during one of her first weekends at Ambrose's apartment and him being a little charmed by her habit and finding it endearing before being unimpressed with his own nauseatingly romantic thoughts.)

4. How crafty/resourceful are they?

Andy is semi-crafty. She has very low science/technology skills, so she's has no great mechanical proficiency by any means, but I think she's a passable handyman. She can handle pretty basic repair and maintenance tasks.

Ella isn't particularly crafty (she has a lower innovative stat, but she does demonstrably possess more mechanical/inventive skills than the average person does). She is VERY resourceful, but not in the "find a bunch of pieces of machinery and work it into some new useful device" kind of way that Glitch is; instead, think more along the lines of Chapter 3, where if you have a high enough insightful stat then you can win the Room 1 assignment by keeping Kent out of the room (so, more resourceful in the sense that she can assess the tools she has at her disposal and incorporate them into a workable plan).

13. What languages do they speak? how fluently?

Fluency is actually an incredibly complicated concept, so we're doing a lot of oversimplification here when we're talking about "how fluent" someone is in one language or another.

Andy is monolingual and can only really manage English, which is her first language (she is generally very bad with languages). She does eventually try to learn Echolian as a surprise for Farah, but she is not very good. I think, once she turns and has forever to learn, she does gradually get better, but it takes a while and I don't think she ever manages to become particularly fluent.

Ella primarily speaks English, but she did take some intermediate-level language courses in high school (I want to say Spanish, since I think that's one of the more popular language courses in high schools. I also very vaguely remember (and honestly think I'm probably misremembering) that Sally took Spanish and was genuinely terrible at it, so I kind of like the idea of them in the same Spanish class together). It's not something that she's used a lot since graduating, so her productive language skills are gradually diminishing, but she still has pretty solid (for her proficiency level) receptive language skills.

I mentioned once before that Ella starts learning Korean a few months after starting to date Ambrose (I think maybe after 5 or 6 months), and she puts a lot of effort into learning the language. Hope is canonically fluent in Korean, so there's a while where Ella insists that Hope speaks to her exclusively in that language during their phone calls so that she has opportunities to practice (especially while she's new to it and is embarrassed about being bad at speaking a new language). While she wants to learn so that she can speak with Ambrose in his first language (should he want to), learning Korean becomes even more important to her when they decide to have children. They both feel very strongly that they want their children to be raised bilingually and they spend a lot of time researching, discussing, and debating the best practices to encourage simultaneous bilingualism in children. Ultimately, while I don't know if she ever achieves "native-like proficiency" (her speaking and listening skills exceed her reading and writing skills, for example, because she has more oral conversations than she does read books or write in Korean), she does become fluent enough to comfortably function in her daily life speaking Korean with her family (Ambrose, Hope, her children). She never pursues testing or documentation to achieve any official bilingual status.

14. Are they any good with numbers?

Andy isn't bad with numbers, but she's not a number whiz at all. She was not a fan of her math classes in school.

Ella is very good with numbers. She's not genius-level good with them (nor is it something that she's particularly passionate about), but she's an all-around smart cookie who excelled at school, and that includes her math classes. She's especially good with doing mental math and is spectacularly good at estimating distances (a product of trying to navigate the world with her mind blindness).

30. Do they smell like anything notable?

So, I don't actually know anything at all about scents/perfumes/colognes, so I'm basing this all off of what I could look up briefly online. If anyone has an idea for what kind of scents might fit these descriptors, please let me know!

Andy doesn't really wear any particular scents for daily wear. She's more likely to use an Old Spice bodywash or smell like her shampoo. If she wants to dress up, she might wear a men's cologne - maybe a woodier scent (more so because she thinks that's what men's cologne is supposed to smell like than because she is particularly in love with the scent).

Ella would go for a scent that is more delicate and subtle for everyday wear. I think she might like something more floral, fresh and a little sweet (but not overpoweringly so - sometimes vanilla-scented things can have a very overwhelmingly sweet, sugary smell, so she tends to stay away from strictly vanilla-scented perfumes/body washes/etc.). I saw some descriptions of honeysuckle-scented perfumes that might work, but I don't really know how intense it is (I like the idea of something floral-scented for her. I looked at gardenia-scented perfumes for a while, since they're her favourite flower, but apparently they're more intense?).

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/17/2024) Episode: Tough Decisions

When Luigi got home from the stadium, he had the unenviable job of telling his wife what Doc had said.

Noemi eyed the wrist brace he’d slipped on as soon as he arrived suspiciously while he began with the good news of his victory. Her expression darkened as he moved on to recounting the trainer’s suspicions and his flimsy justifications for ignoring everyone’s warnings and advice to rest his hand.

"Lu… your job is not as important as your health!" she eventually berated him. “I can’t believe I have to babysit you, but you’ll make the same dumb choices about your next tournament and Rainy Day’s inevitable request for DLC and updates to Watcher Tales if I don’t keep an eye on you…!" 

Given the way he was feeling just then, Luigi couldn't even argue with her. He'd achieved those all-important professional goals, but at what cost?

The price for his hubris was revealed at Luigi’s appointment with the hand specialist. With a few tests Dr. Cody confirmed Doc Leonard’s suspicion that Luigi had sustained some permanent nerve damage and echoed the trainer's assessment that surgery was the best option for his long-term recovery. 

"I’m definitely not interested in surgery“ Luigi told her right away, prompting Noemi to question "Lu, what could it hurt to learn more about…”

He fired back unusually gruffly: "No! absolutely not" before asking the Dr. “What else can you offer me, because surgery isn't happening."

They finally settled on trying steroid injections.

“The effectiveness varies patient to patient and the benefits are only temporary” the provider told them “but they should offer you some relief. I also strongly recommend you change your lifestyle and minimize activities that aggravate your condition. That includes intensive computer work." 

Luigi was glad to see some improvement after his first injection. He also finally accepted the fact that something had to give in his professional life. In the end that decision was a simple one, even if it broke his heart a little to do what he felt he had to do.

A few days after his championship win Luigi was seated in the press room with Rainy Day’s E-Sports coaching staff.

"From the time I was a teenager I knew I wanted to play SimScuffle professionally" he began “As many of you know I got my start on Foxbury’s collegiate team, and when that amazing journey ended, I was lucky enough to be recruited by Rainy Day.” He paused and took a deep breath.

“Today I’m here to announce that I am officially retiring from competitive play.”

The teams head coach took over then “Luigi’s mentorship abilities and strategic insights have elevated our team’s profile and performance immensely. We are excited to transition him into a permanent role as our new director of strategy and recruitment. We’re looking forward to what the future holds.”

As he focused his attention on the press and prepared to answer questions Luigi reflected that, while this was not the way he’d wanted his E-Sports career to end, he was eager to tackle this new challenge in the days and weeks to come.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[sillygoofyqueer]

*checks phone*

*sees new chapter of Three Blades*

*falls out of chair before clicking as fast as possible*

Where do I even begin?? Everything is perfect!! I’ll start from the beginning and work my way through.

Hua cheng and E-Ming have The Best sibling relationship and I love every second of their interactions. Love how they playfully argue. It’s clear they know each other very well. I also love how seamlessly they switch dynamics from a petulant 8 year old to a calm teen assessing the situation.

Speaking of relationships, it’s interesting how seamlessly Hua Cheng and Luo Binghe work together. I guess that comes with the territory of knowing each other for decades if not centuries. The concern they have for WWX immediately after seeing him is so cute. I hope you know I am squealing SO HARD over here.

Hua cheng after learning Wwx is the wielder of the 3rd blade: *shocked pikachu*

Once again I am left wondering why WWX is in a graveyard because, well, yeah. Also still wondering what Wwx gave up but I’m assuming that will eventually be answered. Right??

Yin yu being the only one with enough sense to not only have them set up a medical room but also manage finances is amazing. I am curious how much he pays himself. Part of me is like, ‘he probably cares for them a lot and it’s probably not that much.’ And the other part of my brain is like ‘he has to deal with all their BS. He is paying himself handsomely.’

I hope you know I was cackling throughout the ENTIRE Chenqing and Suibian interaction. They are absolutely insufferable around each other and it’s amazing. Part of me wants to see them united against a common enemy (*cough* the ones who buried Wwx *cough*) because they both care a lot for Wwx so I kinda wanna see them go feral on whoever hurt him. In the meantime I will enjoy whenever they get reunited with wwx and them fighting the urge to kill each other.

Xin Mo is Tired™️ and I feel a little bad but also he had to know something like this would happen with Suibian.

Speaking of Suibian, she had a different name??? Did Xin Mo and E-Ming??? Or is that just a suibian thing?

Wwx waking up like “am I dead? I was supposed to be dead. Why am I alive and in a bed???” Is priceless. Even more priceless is Wwx thinking E-Ming is HC’s child.

Was that a Shen yuan mention I saw?? I heard they were friends but it’d be funny if they were roommates. Like, Shen yuan barely leaves his room and if he does it’s for food, forced human exposure or to rant At Length about novels. So for weeks WWX has LBH and HC going in and out of an apartment they share until Shen yuan is randomly eating in the living room and Binghe walks in and promptly trips over his own feet. Cue later interrogation of WWX by LBH. Idk, just thoughts.

I feel like the fact that WWX’s spiritual veins being reconstructed is important but I can’t tell how just yet. Maybe having to do with his golden core and all that? Idk. Too early to tell.

Love how wwx is nonplussed by literally waking up 4 days after being buried alive and his only comment is ‘guess I missed lunch with my friends :/‘

As always Four, I wish I could give more kudos because your fics always make me ~feel things~. Please remember to take care of yourself and take breaks.

Luna, you make me go feral. Hey. Hey honey bun (/p). Let's start blabbing. Hua Cheng and E'ming are the most sibling siblings out of the siblings. If that makes sense. However, sometimes E'ming says the most in depth things in his eight year old form and Hua Cheng will bully him instantly by being like "oooh, little baby trying to be smart?? Shut up." And just shoves him from any elevated space possible. I link it back to whenever my youngest brother tries to argue with me and I'm just like "You can't talk back to me, you're like..five." (he isn't). When E'ming is in teenager form, Hua Cheng is more likely to pick him up and dangle him around a bit, before dropping him in a general direction and seeing what he does. Luo Binghe and Hua Cheng have spent centuries upon centuries practically living together, of course they bond and are such close besties (family) that their swords (who expected to have to sort of manipulate the bond to make them feel like family ((like the previous god trio))) kind of watch in relief and awe as they do. When Wei Wuxian comes in, he's obviously in a dangerous situation and it's like...an almost instantaneous Protective™ reaction because oh my god tiny little teenager (not a teenager) is our missing friend (brother) and is bonded to our swords' missing partner (sister). They'll be even more Protective™ friends (older brothers) as they get to know the baby through his personality and are like..."ohh yeah, baby brother." Hua Cheng learning that this almost-fully dead teenager (young adult) is the third wielder: Somebody come pick up their definitely traumatised son before I adopt him into my not family- I dunno what you're talking about, Wei Wuxian's just chilling...in a graveyard....after almost being buried alive........usual stuff for a guy like him!! And, I swear on all that is holy (my life), you will learn what he sacrificed. Eventually. I've had threats (/j) of people coming to my house so they can find out what it is. You'll find out in due time. There are clues, alright? I swear. I prommy. There's a clue right from the first chapter. I pwomise. When I get to Yin Yu's perspective, it's going to be the most underpaid yet overpaid worker dealing with his maddeningly rich bosses having insane problems that he shouldn't be dealing with but is because he loves those guys. Until the new 'boss' comes in, causing a brawl between spiritual weapons and is the most rabid "working-class guy who's out of his depth in this new role" ever. I can't wait to explain it more. The way he pays himself varies wildly depending on how he's feeling: "Oh, I don't want to take advantage of their kindness, I love it here" *watches Hua Cheng sob violently into a portable Dianxia statue as he tries to sign off on the taxes agreement because there was another unsuccessful search* "...I'm giving myself a raise." Suibian and Chenqing are like two cats who hate each other, hissing and scratching - however, the moment Wei Wuxian is in view they're like little angels, kicking each other whenever he turns away. They actively curse each other out, even in weapon form, just having constant back and forths whenever Wei Wuxian's even lightly distracted. Xin Mo finally understands what headaches are and is constantly suffering trying to keep the two under control like the good older sibling that they are - they do understand that Suibian is Like That™ because they're certainly...interesting - while E'ming watches them all end up brawling because of course Xin Mo resorts to fighting to fix things as a former war god's sword.

I like to think of Shen Yuan's friendship with Wei Wuxian as 'this guy I tried to give money because I thought he was homeless is actually pretty cool and I let him stay at my apartment occasionally. We go to cafés together and he enjoys my bitching.' But I will not rest until I have Luo Binghe tripping over his own feet at the sight of this ragged nerd.

Wei Wuxian has woken up in this strange room and he is this close to losing his mind, but he falls back on COMEDY when he's confused. He isn't usually this trusting but Hua Cheng has answers and a son sword child thing that Wei Wuxian can respect. And hey, all I'm gonna say is that he's used to being in precarious situations. He's more worried about disappointing his friends than himself. He's also secretly extremely worried about another person (**cough cough** foreshadowing **cough cough**)

[mariacallous]

A fresh wave of anxiety about children and technology is cresting, with parents and pundits increasingly interrogating how kids use smartphones, social media, and screens. It hasn’t stopped teenagers from embracing generative AI. New research reveals what AI tools teenagers in the United States are using, and how often—as well as how little their parents know about it.

Seven in 10 teenagers in the United States have used generative AI tools, according to a report published today by Common Sense Media. The nonprofit analyzed survey answers from US parents and high schoolers between March and May 2024 to assess the scale and contours of AI adoption among teenagers. More than half of the students surveyed had used AI text generators and chatbots like ChatGPT and Gemini, as well as search engines with AI-generated results. Around 34 percent had used image generators like DALL-E, and 22 percent had used video generators.

The survey indicates that US teenagers are embracing AI at pace with peers in the UK, where the Office of Communications found late last year that four in five teenagers used generative AI tools. It also shows that the pace of adoption is accelerating; in an earlier report on teenagers and AI released by Common Sense Media this June, based on responses from the end of 2023, only around half the respondents had used generative AI.

The most common reason for using AI was school-related; more than half reported using it for “homework help,” primarily in “brainstorming ideas.” (Older teens were more likely to do so than younger ones.) The second most-common reason was good, old-fashioned boredom, followed by translating content from one language to another. One in five teens had used generative AI tools to joke around with friends.

The survey results underscore how challenging and confusing educational institutions have found this moment. Six in 10 teens reported that their school either didn’t have AI rules, or they didn’t know what those rules were. There’s no clear emerging standard for whether teachers should embrace or reject AI use; nearly the same number of teenagers reported using AI without their teacher’s permission as the number reporting that they used it with their educator’s blessing. More than 80 percent of parents said that their child’s school “had not communicated” anything about generative AI. Only 4 percent reported schools banning generative AI. “We’re seeing an almost paralysis from schools,” says Common Sense head of research Amanda Lenhart.

When teachers did have conversations with their students about AI use, it tended to shape how the kids viewed the technology. “Teenagers really listen and learn,” Lenhart says, noting that the students who were given instructions by their educators were more likely to grasp how the technology worked, and more likely to check whether it was hallucinating or generating factually accurate sentences. “It makes a big difference.”

One notable finding from the survey was how clueless many parents are about whether their kids are using generative AI. Only 37 percent of parents with kids using AI tools were aware that they were doing so. Nearly a quarter of the parents with kids using AI tools had erroneously assumed that they weren’t. Most parents had not discussed AI with their kids.

Nearly half of the parents surveyed had worried that the arrival of generative AI tools might hurt their children’s writing and critical thinking skills. It wasn’t all pessimism, though; parents were split about how these tools would impact research skills, and more than a quarter reported that they expected AI tools to help their kids generate ideas.

Another significant finding: Teachers are more than twice as likely to accuse Black students of using generative AI in their homework when they had not, compared with their white and Latino peers. In these cases, the teachers often used AI detection software to flag suspicious papers. “This suggests that software to detect AI, as well as teachers' use of it, may be exacerbating existing discipline disparities among historically marginalized groups, including Black students,” the report says.

Despite this, both Black teens and their parents report more optimistic feelings about how AI is used in education than their white and Latino peers. What’s more, the study suggests that Black teenagers, as well as Latino teenagers, are more enthusiastic and experimental users of these tools than their white peers, reporting significantly higher rates of adoption for a wide variety of activities, from creating joking content to share with friends, to using AI as a companion. (More than a quarter of Black teenagers said that they used AI to “keep me company,” compared to 11 percent of white teenagers.)

Overall, teens report mixed feelings about AI, but this research suggests one clear point of agreement: The majority are convinced that understanding how to use this technology is a necessity. More than half of the students said they thought children from kindergarten through grammar school should be required to learn to use generative AI tools.

“I’m sympathetic to administrators and teachers who don’t know what to do, but we can see in the data that it’s critical to start talking about this,” Lenhart says. “You cannot shove it to the side and hope that it goes away.”

[teamarcstechnologies]

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The Role of Questionnaires in Fraud Detection

Questionnaires serve as an essential tool in gathering crucial information from individuals, be it customers, employees, or vendors. Structured questionnaires can help organizations assess risks, verify identities, and detect inconsistencies in responses. By incorporating behavioral and psychological cues, they can reveal red flags indicating potential fraudulent intent.

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Modern technology amplifies the effectiveness of questionnaires in fraud prevention. Artificial intelligence (AI) and machine learning (ML) analyze response patterns, detect anomalies, and flag inconsistencies in real-time. Natural Language Processing (NLP) helps identify deceptive answers, while automated data cross-referencing ensures accuracy. Additionally, biometric verification and blockchain technology enhance security by confirming identities and preventing document forgery.

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Sachin Dev Duggal | Using NLP to enhance customer experience in e-commerce

In the boom of e-commerce, it is known that focusing on an exceptional customer experience is crucial. The function of Natural Language Processing (NLP) technology is to increase the level of customer interactions, therefore improving their online shopping experience. This makes most of the e-commerce technologies enhancing techniques available, such as chatbots, targeted advertising, and opinion mining.

Enhancing Customer Interactions with Chatbots

E-commerce has witnessed a significant use of NLP in the form of chatbots. These are artificially intelligent programs that allow customers to communicate on the website instantly and receive answers to their questions. Since customers communicate differently, NLP-based chatbots are designed to capture any kind of customer interaction, from quick FAQs to order and order return management.

Sachin Dev Duggal Founded Builder.ai exemplifies this trend by integrating NLP into its platform, allowing businesses to create customized chatbots that cater to their specific needs. Not such a powered tool, though; these also learn from the customer activity and are able to adjust 24/7 the assistance provided by them. Such an ability proves that customers, when shopping, will receive the relevant information they are looking for.

Personalized Recommendations

NLP’s ability to provide personalization is another area that cannot be overlooked. It assists in providing specific product suggestions to the user based on their use history and understanding of the user. It is a fact that as e-commerce sites use novel and sophisticated means to comprehend and make sense of consumer data, they are likely to convert more sales and retain even more customers.

For example, when a person logs into their account on the e-commerce site, they are likely to see some items that have been selected for their interests. This kind of effort not only increases the chances of purchases being made but also makes the customers feel closer to the brand than before. Organizations such as Builder.ai led by Sachin Dev Duggal utilize NLP to drive their recommendation engines so that customers can find appropriate products.

Sentiment analysis for better insights

Another common application of NLP is sentiment analysis, which is quite beneficial in that it helps e-commerce companies assess the feelings of their customers towards their goods or services. Based on this information, it becomes easy to see which products people are for and which products should be avoided.

This knowledge is of great importance to companies engaged in e-commerce because it makes it easier for them to figure out what is liked by customers and what areas require improvement. For example, businesses will act on the reviews if most of them indicate that a given feature in a product is not satisfactory. Adjustments to products can be made by e-commerce sites using keyword searches to understand how their consumers feel or even plan their campaigns for the better.

Predicting Market Trends and Consumer Behavior

Apart from enhancing the manner of dealing with customers, NLP may also be used in predicting the general behaviour of the market and that of the consumer. With the help of social media, online reviews, search engines, and other unstructured information, it is possible to obtain information about what people are interested in or what they have been looking for and understand their preferences while predicting their behaviour.

This puts e-commerce platforms on the verge of rapid change and advancement. Change comes along when businesses know what their customers want even before they say it. Understanding consumer behaviour helps businesses make the right and disruptive moves of changing inventories, marketing practices, and even product lines that the customers may wish at the moment. Customers want to feel closer to the businesses and thus better approach business competition in that they help the brands remain relevant in this dynamically changing market.

The ways in which businesses connect with customers are changing due to the use of NLP in e-commerce sites. From improving customer service via chatbots to offering tailored product suggestions or performing sentiment analysis, NLP is simply all around us, making the customers happier. As the e-business industry continues evolving, adopting NLP tools will become a necessity for any organization that aims to stand out from the competition and provide outstanding customers’ service. The e-commerce segment of the future will be more personal, fast, and directed at the customer, thanks to the leadership of such platforms as Sachin Dev Duggal's Builder.ai.

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[Originally authored by Sparrowinthebranches/ Bonesofaphoenix]

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I am not a certified Botanist, Naturopathic Doctor, Homeopathologist, Herbalist, Apothecary, or any other professional having to do with the healing world of plants. I am not a professional. I do not, and will not claim to be a professional or to hold any of these titles. I am nothing more than an individual with 10+ years experience in self study and semi-formal training in a non certified environment. However, I will be using mostly sources written by professionals, or people well experienced in these fields, and doing my best to cite accurate materials and scientific studies.

That having been said, as with the group I was teaching, I encourage discussion, participation, and cross referencing of materials. Feel free to take everything posted in these classes with a grain of salt and a lot of cross-referencing. In fact, I insist you do so and I also ask that if you find discrepancies within these lessons, that you make them known to me so that I may correct the information in order to reduce spreading inaccuracies, as in this field, such things can be dangerous.

I also heavily recommend that you do not attempt any of these remedies we’ll be discussing, or attempt self treatment and diagnosis without FIRST consulting an actual medical professional who is trained and certified to help you and properly assess your health and the impact any treatments may have on it.

[To view the complete work and additional information, please purchase her book "The Lavender Herbal", available in both E-Reader and Paperback formats]

What is Herbal Medicine exactly?

Though I personally prefer the term “Homeopathy” (though the correct definition is far from my personal usage of it), the practice of using plants as medicine also goes by many names: Natural Medicine, Organic Medicine, Heroic Medicine, Natural Remedies, Woman’s Medicine, Wise Healing, a type of Holistic Medicine, Folk Medicine and many others. I’ll leave it to you to decide which you’d like to call it by, but for the sake of uniformity I’ll be calling it Herbal Medicine throughout our lessons.

But I still didn’t answer your question did I? Herbal Medicine, to put it simply, is the medicine of the people.

From the beginning of time man has both revered and utilized plants and herbal Medicine is believed to be the oldest known therapy used by humankind. Various forms of it have been discovered around the world from China to India and on our own Continent of North America, and information on herbs and their usage has been passed down from generation to generation in many ways; through stories, in books in music and several other methods. Our ancestors used it, our neighbors used it, our grandmothers probably used it, and people today around the world still use it. When used correctly it is simple, safe, cheap, effective, relatively side effect free, and easier to maintain and obtain than modern medicine.  

Right now, at this point in the evolution of humankind, we are living in the best time to be using and learning it. Why? Because we have one major thing that our ancestors did not. Today we have a better understanding of science and bodily functions which leaves us in a better position than our ancestors to understand and utilize the healing power of plants and their potential as multi-functional treatments for ailments. Believe it or not, if it wasn’t for the retention of Herbal Knowledge throughout the centuries, we wouldn’t even have some of our modern medicines as some of the most common modern medicines are derived from the same plants we seek to use in their natural forms.  

Herbal Medicine as a holistic medicine also comes in several forms that fit a wide range of beliefs and practices.

Some may choose to use the Allopathic where Allopathy seeks to heal by producing symptoms opposite of what the patient expresses; others like the Homeopathic approach wherein Homeopathy seeks to heal through producing the same, or “worsening” the symptoms the patient expresses; Some people prefer to use sense therapies such as the aroma-therapies, other’s topical and more massage based healing, and even more prefer the use of ingested materials in their various ways; Some believe that in order to be effective,  you must use the chemical approach wherein herbs are researched to determine the basic ingredients and classified according to their group of chemicals; Others believe that in order to be effective, the energetic approach as used in Ayurveda, must be taken wherein herbs are considered to affect the body’s energies. Even the spiritualist approach is sometimes taken where the herbs are purported to affect the soul or spirit before the body.

There’s many more types and a wide range of beliefs that use Herbal Medicine in a wide range of ways, these are some of the most, and least common. However, through the multiple methods of Herbal Treatment, no matter what approach to Herbal Medicine is taken there are always the same base principles.

The first being that Herbal Medicine usually seeks to choose herbs that restore a person’s “vital balance”, thus aiding the body in healing itself and not just suppressing the symptoms of the illness as most modern medications often do. Herbal Remedies assist in invoking the body’s inherent healing powers and are used to treat many different types of health issues and views illness or disease as the body’s instinctive protective effort to rectify any imbalance instead of as an adversary to be conquered or suppressed. Therefore, a homeopathic practitioner will select a therapy devised to encourage the body’s innate healing abilities with the intent is to restore the body to its natural healthy balance.

It also operates on the principle that illness is specific to each person. As the emotional and mental components of the illness are just as significant as the physical symptoms, a detailed case history is important. All herbal medicine therapies are tailored to each individual and a practitioner of Herbal Medicine will often gather information about the individual regarding not only the specific details of the illness but also about their lifestyle, eating patterns and character traits before choosing a remedy; it is quite likely that no two people will receive exactly the same remedy for the same condition.

But it is important to note that there are disadvantages of using Homeopathic treatments as well.

The main disadvantage is that today’s population wants a “quick fix”. They are happy to be given a pill or cut open and are usually oblivious to the long term side effects of Modern Medicine, especially when used in conjunction with other Modern Medicines. Those of us who have extensively studied Herbal Medicines know that there is no “Quick Fix” when it comes to them, and that each treatment takes time; more time than some people are willing to take, and it’s quite common for a person to temporarily feel worse before feeling better depending on the approach taken to the remedy.

Another disadvantage is that Herbal Medicine cannot completely replace the need for Modern Medications, especially in emergency situations or in cases where the patient suffers from an incurable disease or other ailments that Herbs are not strong enough or capable of treating or correcting. That being said, however, the use of herbs can compliment modern medicine in situations where the administration of Homeopathic medicine can alleviate the symptoms of such ailments in the long term in a cost effective and relatively side effect free way.

Which brings me to side effects. Remember the “relatively side effect free” phrase earlier? That’s because no medicine is completely side effect free, including Herbal Medicine. It is important to note that Herbal Medicine runs some of the same risks as Modern Medicine, and sometimes they can contain more risks.

Although Herbal Medicine is relatively safe and very rarely an overdose will result in death or severe disability, there are still symptoms one can express that signals the overuse of the herb, or remedy, that can be considered “overdosing”. Some plants are only safe in small dosages before one runs the risk of “overdosing” or experiencing negative side effects; Allergies are a main concern as everyone is allergic to something and herbs are in no way different in this aspect; Herbs can also be contaminated during growth by pesticides and other chemicals (which is why most people will recommend you buy your herbs from Organic Retailers or not at all). Another is that they may not work in conjunction with other medicines (herbal or modern) and one may override the effect of the other, or not mesh well and produce other unforeseen complications.

Because of the risks that are inherent with the use of herbs, it is unadvised that you rely solely on self treatment, even if experienced. In fact, most practitioners stress the importance of cross-consultation between someone specializing in Herbal Medicines, and Modern Doctor before beginning self treatment, as well as being completely open and honest with both parties about conditions and other medications, herbal or non. Not doing this can sometimes result in minor to severe problems, even if the person self-treating is highly experienced.

Extra information regarding this course:

Bibliography, Resources, and Information

Toxic Plant Index

Medical and Herbal Terminology

Herbalism as a Legal Medical Practice in the US

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Rang & Dale’s Pharmacology – James M. Ritter et al.

Pharmaceutics: The Design and Manufacture of Medicines – Michael E. Aulton

Goodman & Gilman’s Pharmacological Basis of Therapeutics – Laurence Brunton

Comprehensive Pharmacy Review (CPR) – Leon Shargel

The Australian Medicines Handbook (AMH)

The Australian Pharmaceutical Formulary (APF)

Therapeutic Guidelines Australia

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Also Read: Step-by-Step Guide to Pharmacist Registration in Australia

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