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higheredtutors · 2 months

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Fueling Gilbert's Education

Empower your education in Gilbert with HigherEd Learning! Our team is dedicated to creating engaging learning experiences for students. Whether it's mastering math, conquering algebra, or tackling calculus, our tutors are here to support you every step of the way. Let's turn your educational journey into a pathway to success! https://higheredtutors.com/

#education #tutoring services #math tutors #online tutors #science tutors

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mathsciencetuition · 4 months

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Nurturing Young Minds: A Guide to Choosing an Excellent Science Tutor in Singapore

In the competitive landscape of education, providing your children with the best resources is crucial to their academic success. When it comes to excelling in science, a subject that often requires personalized attention, enrolling your child in a reputable science tuition center in Singapore can make all the difference. In this blog, we will explore the key factors to consider when selecting an excellent science tutor for your kids, ensuring they receive the support they need to thrive in their academic journey.

Credentials and Expertise

The foundation of a good science tutor lies in their credentials and expertise. Look for tutors who possess relevant educational qualifications and experience in teaching science. Seek out tutors who are well-versed in the Singaporean education system, particularly the MOE (Ministry of Education) curriculum, ensuring that your child receives targeted and effective guidance.

Specialization in Science

Not all tutors are created equal, and it's crucial to choose one who specializes in science. Whether it's physics, chemistry, or biology, a tutor with a specific focus in the relevant field can provide in-depth insights and tailored strategies to help your child master the subject. Investigate the tutor's background and inquire about their expertise to ensure alignment with your child's needs.

Interactive Teaching Methods

Science is a subject that thrives on experimentation and practical understanding. Look for a tutor who employs interactive teaching methods, incorporating experiments, visual aids, and real-life examples to make the learning process engaging and memorable. A science tuition center in Singapore that prioritizes hands-on learning can significantly enhance your child's comprehension and interest in the subject.

Small Class Sizes

Opt for science tuition centers that maintain small class sizes. A smaller student-to-teacher ratio allows for more personalized attention, ensuring that your child's unique learning needs are addressed. This intimate setting fosters a conducive environment for asking questions, seeking clarification, and building a strong teacher-student relationship – all essential elements for effective learning.

Proven Track Record

Before enrolling your child in a science tuition center, research its track record. Look for testimonials from other parents and students who have experienced positive results. A center with a proven track record of improving students' grades and fostering a love for science is likely to provide the quality education your child deserves.

Adaptability to Individual Learning Styles

Every child learns differently, and a great science tutor recognizes and adapts to individual learning styles. Whether your child is a visual learner, hands-on learner, or prefers theoretical approaches, a tutor who can tailor their teaching methods to suit diverse learning styles ensures that your child receives the most effective instruction.

Regular Progress Updates

Choose a science tutor or tuition center that values communication with parents. Regular progress updates, feedback sessions, and assessments help you stay informed about your child's academic journey. This open line of communication allows for timely intervention if any challenges arise, ensuring that your child remains on the path to success.

Conclusion

Selecting an excellent science tutor for your kids is a thoughtful investment in their academic future. By considering factors such as credentials, specialization, teaching methods, class sizes, track record, adaptability, and communication, you can find a science tuition center in Singapore that aligns with your child's needs and provides the support necessary for them to excel in this critical subject. Remember, the right tutor can inspire a lifelong love for science and set your child on the path to academic success.

#science #science tuition #science tutors #science tuition centre in singapore #singapore

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bxrtycrouchjr-is-a-theatre-kid · 1 year

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i'm gonna cry

i've had this science tutor for about 2 years and today was our lesson cause i ain't taking sciences next year. the guy said some of the kindest stuff ever.

if you know me, you know i'm a chaotic mess and i'm just worse when doing a subject i dont like so the poor guy has had to deal with some of the craziest things ive said and done -eg. i once went on a 20 minute rant about THAT dvcree edit and he just indulged it, just today i explained viscosity in a vv long winded explanation that included blood, lava and snot metaphors,-

today tho, he said that i'm by far his most entertaining student who sometimes goes from 'OMG I GOT CAST IN THIS FILM/THEATRE THING' to 'you know full well my nightmares consist of the pink back up dancers to kaarijas cha cha cha chanting newtons laws.' and then said he looks forward to the stupid things we do :')

THIS BIT HIT THE HARDEST THO: if you know me, you know i struggle with the english language and making stupid verbs, the most common being 'braining/brain' in place of thinking. my tutor then went on to explain and describe several incidents where he has accidentally said 'brain' instead of 'working something out' and honestly i may cry.

#tutor #online tutors #crazy students #great tutors #science tutors

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sara-alvi · 2 years

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pondhue · 6 months

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Does your Rick have a Morty? :0

yes and no! My Rick does have a Morgan! Morty is her deadname, but yeah. They both come from dimension J-147 (based off of/inspired by exoplanet J147b, one of my favs). My Rick is currently a astronomy/science professor and very stoic/intimidating. He’s got a huge soft spot for his grandkids tho and it shows whenever he’s around them vs. not. Still working out his backstory and how he became a professor to begin with tho.

Morgan is similar in intelligence to her grandfather, so naturally they’re super close and he took her under his wing in terms of space nerd shit stuff. She has leeway with her school and Rick’s college to where she can attend his lectures if she wants to instead of going to school sometimes. She could attend college if she really wanted and learn things there, but she likes still going to high school with her Summer (still brainstorming on her design along with Beth and Jerry’s) and making friends/just being a teenager.

they’re still new so I don’t have much info on them currently but please accept this rushed character… profile… thing lol

(excuse my poor/rushed handwriting lol)

#but yeah they’re both big space nerds #I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART #Rick also helped Morgan with her transition (with science of course) and was very supportive #the whole family was super supportive too along with her friends #also Morgan will help Rick grade papers and assignments sometimes #Morgan also tutors some of her classmates and she’s chill with everyone #rick and morty #Rick and morty oc #Rick J-147 #Morgan Smith J-147 #pondasks #pondart #pondocs

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evanivox · 10 months

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darcy lewis sits on your lap just to review her mathematical proofs and theorems, and when you ask her why she just goes,

“because the principles of thermal conduction makes my brain work better,” mumbling about said partial differential equation under her breath.

when you look at her puzzled, she stops the frantic pace of her pencil to hold your face in her hands.

“you equal hot. darcy equal cold. brain no work when darcy cold. you plus me, equals equilibrium. it’s simple science really, well if you disregard the heat lost in the environment and how different materials absorb heat—you know what i mean!”

you chuckle at her response and plant a soft kiss on her nose.

you love your doctor in astrophysics, especially when she’s cuddled up in your lap rambling about math.

#darcy lewis x reader #darcy lewis imagine #darcy lewis #i love her #i dont want to do my differential equations practice exams #if darcy was real id want her to tutor while she sits on me #i dont think we’d get anything done tho #marvel imagines #marvel wlw #darcy thinks about math way too much #she cant wait to watch oppenheimer with you #darcy cant pick between her love for science or you

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hirokiyuu · 4 months

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Heddwyn "Wyn" Caldera is a freshman from Diasomnia. He's well known in alchemical circles for multiple revolutionary breakthroughs in the world of potions, the first of which he discovered at eight years old. Though invited to NRC last year at age thirteen, he waited a year before accepting a position at the school.

here he is my baby boy......!!!! been tossing this kid around in my head a lot lately and wanted to make a profile card for him to show him off to the world. imagine me as a proud parent and ive pulled this out of my wallet.

based off the black cauldron. both the movie and like. the cauldron itself. naturally he is good at potions. since the cauldron is essentially a mcguffin wanted by everyone the idea is that he's extremely good at what he does but is also pretty vulnerable to being used. he's also very stone-faced bc he's...... made of stone............ get it.............

template is from here!

#twst oc #twisted wonderland #his fave food is veggies bc i think being a 14yo boy who eats Spinch and Enjoys It is funny #im still turnign over his unique magic in my head........ i think the thing i initially wanted for him im keeping for his eldest brother #he and deuce get along well (he is a cauldron) but tbh i dont think he has many other friends #i think theyre parters in pe and i think he tries to tutor deuce in potions and i think both these things go badly. u kno how it is.#if he put as much effort into his magic as he did his potions hed be a prodigy there too. unfortunately he likes Stir and Brew.#doted on in science club. rook praises the shit he works on and he gets so excited and happy and trey is just glad theyre getting along #tbh i dont think trey realizes at first baby is literally world-famous hes just like. theres a kid in this club. ill be nice.#has a good rship with crewel overall tho theres always an odd line for him to walk btwn 'this person is a revolutionary genius at potions'#and 'this kid is fourteen and the most awkward child i have ever taught' u kno.#he ta's in the third years class sometimes. as you do #looks up to malleus and dislikes lilia (too playful/unserious for his tastes) respects silver a lot but finds sebek Very Rude #(they are seat mates)#OK THATS A LOT OF THOUGHTS FOR TAGS and i wnana lie down. think abt my baby please. ok goodnight #wyn stuff #how do you art

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phantomrose96 · 1 year

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For some reason, it always makes me so happy to hear that there are other programming people in fandom, especially artists and writers. Like you can be cool engineers AND cool artists? At the same time?? it's very inspiring to me u.u

I'm multi-classing.

djhvdf but yeah in school I was always way way way more STEM-oriented. I just also started writing and went "hey I like this." Which, fandom-wise, manifested as fanfiction and fandom posts, which is mostly what I dump here. Day-job wise, I'm a software engineer.

And it's ALWAYS funny to combine them. Like with making discord bots of Gimcrack/Slipshod/Makeshift for the ABoT server. Or the entirety of That Math Scene from ch42 of ABoT, which is peak humor to me, personally.

#fdjbdfjhdf thank you!!!#god the hours and hours I spent as a tutor/TA for math/science/engineering classes

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immediatebreakfast · 1 year

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Another thing regarding Victor and Elizabeth' education. I ask why is their father the only person who is in charge of it, to the point that Victor can go on and read important, yet outdated science material, and when he goes to an actual science lecture, is completely lost. That is a huge failure on their part.

Aren't they supposed to be rich? Shouldn't Victor and Elizabeth have private teachers? I know that this is the premise to what shapes young Victor to become the regretful poor little meow meow in Robert's ship. And it is! Victor expresses regret and shame for his younger self's actions towards science.

Honestly, it's intentional that both of their parents keep them so sheltered in order to marry them. If they keep Victor and Elizabeth in a bubble where knowledge is only to be received and not questioned, with only one single friend to visit them, then Mr and Ms Frankenstein can shape them perfectly to their own standards.

Not even Mrs. Westenra was like that with Lucy dear god. At least she sent her to school.

#Victor why is your dad the only person directing your studies? No tutors no outside influence?#Yes it's impressive that you know so many languages but you also believe in pseudo science #These two really didn't have the need to explain the why of knowledge #frankenstein weekly #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #elizabeth lavenza

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sp4rrowdoll · 1 year

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Then, as common courtesy, they raw dog each other to take out the frustration and anger. Trust me , I’m a certified gamer.

Anon I am respectfully dipping you and then kissing you on the mouth. Yes this, exactly this, and this followup also inspired me so much that I got possessed and then wrote a whole fic for you--bon appetite!

Consolation Prize

m!Robin/m!Kylar (f!reader offscreen); read on ao3 here

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Robin asks as he follows Kylar down Danube.

He usually tries to stay away from this part of town—the nicer part—and shivers crawl up his spine as he watches the bland same-facaded mansions pass them. Kylar seems at ease here, or at least as relaxed as he ever gets—which is not much. Kylar is a lump of a guy wrapped in several layers of raw, chihuahua-esque aggression, and Robin has no idea how you put up with him. In all his fantasies of the little house the two of you would have once you finally escape this shitty town, he did not peg the dog the two of you would own as a chihuahua. But apparently you're enough of a chihuahua person to enjoy spending time with Kylar, so go figure.

Robin wouldn’t say he hates chihuahuas, but he’d never pictured himself as ‘a chihuahua guy’. But then he did agree to come all the way out here with Kylar, so what does he know?

Kylar kicks at a rock in the road, and then crosses the street. Robin follows, and tries not to feel like he’s making a huge mistake. The house they’ve stopped in front of is large, larger than the orphanage, the temple—it’s even larger than the school, which is the only large building Robin spends any time in. He shivers. The house even has a front garden, hidden behind a high wall and iron-barred gate. It’s like something out of the rom-coms he watches with you.

He hisses quietly in disbelief as Kylar stops right in front of the heavy padlocked gate.

“Man, what the fuck—I agreed to game with you, not break into someone’s house!”

Kylar turns and stares at him with those unnerving green eyes, and Robin shivers again. Then Kylar pulls a silver key out of his sweatshirt-sleeve and leans forward to lift the padlock. “I live here, idiot.”

He mutters something to himself as he slots the key into the lock, but Robin can’t quite make it out over the utter shock that’s filled him. It might have your name in it, but it also might not—he can’t tell.

Kylar lives here—and yet still gets treated like a freak at school. It makes absolutely no sense. Kylar’s shoulders are still hunched up beneath his sweatshirt as he swings the gate open and begins to make his way up the path. Robin’s grip tightens on the messenger bag he carries his games in, and he swallows. His pace is slow as he follows after Kylar—it feels like at any moment some servant with a posh accent is going to leap out of the bushes at him and tell him he’s not supposed to be there.

The inside of the house is just as glamorous and perfect as the outside, and Robin winces as Kylar’s dirty sneakers scuff across the perfect polished floors. He tries to limit himself to walking precisely in Kylar’s footsteps, breathing as little as possible—he doesn’t want to leave a single mark of his presence here, because the fact that he’s here at all feels—so wrong.

The feeling of wrongness drops away immediately once they’re inside Kylar’s bedroom. Robin wouldn’t call himself fastidious, but Bailey demands a certain level of cleanliness—and this room was the poster child for everything Bailey wouldn’t tolerate. He takes in the black walls and closed curtains, piles of dirty laundry, emo decor, and strange pungent smell, and winces. The only clean surface in the room is the bed, with clean, crisply folded sheets, and Kylar waves a hand at it.

“Sit.” He digs into the avalanche of clothes in front of the tv screen and entertainment cabinet across from the bed, and pulls out a second controller. “So we’re going with the terms we agreed on before, right? Winner gets to fuck—” Robin squawks indignantly—that wasnt the language they’d used before—Kylar rolls his eyes and continues, “fine, ‘sleep with,’ her tonight. I still don’t know why you’re objecting to it, we both know what we want to do to her.”

Robin sniffs. “It’s the principle of the thing. Also that word gets tossed around a lot when it comes to her—I don’t think she’d like it if we were doing the same thing.”

Kylar snarls something under his breath, and Robin suddenly feels like he made a mistake actually following through with this. It’d be so easy to hide a body in a house this large.

“Fine. Let’s get going—we only have another two hours before she’s done with her shift, and if neither of us are where she expects us to be, she’ll probably get suspicious.”

“Right. Yeah. I still think it’s creepy as fuck that you’ve memorized when all of her shifts end, but what do I know?” Robin remembers something, “Oh, and also the loser fucks the winner.”

Kylar looks up from plugging in the new controller. “What the fuck?”

Robin shrugs. He and Kylar didn’t share the same swim class, but he’s heard a few things and—sue him, he’s curious. Also he wants to know what you see in him, since the guy looks like he’s dirty enough to invent a new disease every week—and also he’s never been with a guy, and he’s pretty sure the last time you slept over in his room you muttered something about wanting a threesome, so really this seemed like a good idea all around. Testing the waters, so to speak.

Kylar blinks. “Fine.” He scratches his head. “I guess. I just don’t understand why—”

Robin interrupts, tangling his fingers together awkwardly. This whole mess was so fucking awkward. “I figured it would help, um, relieve tension. So whoever loses at least isn’t also...frustrated too.”

“It’s not—not a terrible idea,” Kylar finally allows after a moment of silence. Then he chucks the controller at Robin, and Robin winces at the sting when it smacks into the hand he raised to protect his face.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

The game doesn’t last long. Robin kicks Kylar’s ass in every conceivable way—Kylar’s decent, but he’s not good, and Robin is the best. After the first game, Kylar demands a rematch, and Robin shrugs. He beats Kylar a second time. Then a third. After the fourth, it’s just embarrassing, and Robin begins to glance at Kylar out of the corner of his eye. Kylar’s face is creased in concentration, and it’s gained an angry red flush. Sweat is beading along his brow, and sticking his messy bangs to his face.

Robin decides to be magnanimous and calls it there.

Kylar is practically snorting with rage, like a cartoon bull, and Robin winces. After the first game, he’d actually been trying to take it easy on the guy—and it didn’t help at all. Robin sets the controller down, and offers his hand.

“Hey, good game—” He’s cut off by Kylar’s hand grabbing at his hair, and what he thinks is a kiss. There are a lot of teeth involved. Granted, he’s not had much experience with kisses beyond yours, so maybe this is a normal amount of teeth. Then his lip starts to bleed, and he finally manages to wrest himself away.

“What are you—” Kylar interrupts him again, but this time with actual words.

“I want my prize.” His hands are scrabbling at Robin’s shirt, and Robin begins to unbutton it as quickly as he can—he can’t exactly afford to replace it right now, and Kylar’s angry enough that he might rip it into tiny pieces. Kylar backs away, and pulls his hoodie off. He’s somehow more pale than Robin, which is mildly impressive—though Robin does try to spend at least some time outside in the orphanage gardens every few days. Then Kylar starts unbuckling his pants, and Robin stops.

He can’t tell whether he’s terrified or fascinated.

He didn’t know that anyone could have a dick that big.

“What—jealous?” Kylar grins, partially mollified by Robin’s reaction to his nakedness, as he tosses his pants towards the pile of clothes in the corner. Robin’s mouth is dry, and he’s suddenly, selfishly, wishing that he hadn’t lost because at least you have practice with the monster between Kylar’s legs. The only person Robin’s ever bottomed for is you—and your strap was roughly half the size of the—fucking—thing that Kylar calls a penis. None of the porn he’s watched or read has prepared him for seeing a real dick that size.

“Jealous?” Robin whispers, horrified and transfixed by the sheer size of Kylar’s cock. Then he remembers that you’ve actually had sex with…that. “No! Dude have you—how does she—haven’t you realized you could seriously hurt her with a dick like that!” Kylar stops and frowns.

“No? I couldn’t?”

Robin looks up to meet Kylar’s eyes again, incredulous. “No? You couldn’t? Look, buddy, I’ve seen a lot—the orphanage sucks—and you most definitely could hurt her with that thing.” He rubs his hands across his face. “It’s practically designed to cause tearing and prolapse in whatever hole you stick it in.”

Neither of them say anything for a moment, and Kylar regards his cock like he’s seeing it for the first time. Robin squints at Kylar, a horrible suspicion dawning on him. “Please tell me you pay attention in science class.”

Kylar scoffs, but it sounds like he’s trying to hide slow-dawning horror beneath the cocky jackass exterior and scoff that sounds like he borrowed it from Whitney. “Of course I do. It’s the same talk every time anyway—condoms, pregnancy, STDs, whatever—”

“Oh fuck,” Robin mutters in despair, his face firmly planted in his hands. Why had he even added the stupid consolation prize in the first place. “Do you at least have lube?”

Kylar nods. “Yeah.” He pulls out a plastic bin from beneath his bed. “What kind do you want?” Of course Kylar’s the kind of freak to have a bin full of different kinds of lube under his bed. Robin paused, and reconsidered. Kylar’s the kind of freak to need a bin full of different kinds of lube under his bed. Holy fucking shit. His hands tremble as he goes back to unbuttoning his pants.

“Robin. What lube?”

“Uh.” He wants a shot of novacaine, but that’s probably not a good idea. “Whatever you’ve got.”

Kylar mutters something again, extracts a bottle, and then shoves the bin back into the festering dusty darkness beneath his bed.

Robin knows that he’s a coward, but he at least tries to keep his promises. And he’d promised to let Kylar fuck him so—his own cock twitches. At least it seems like he’s going to be into it, so at least there’s that. He shoves his pants and underwear down around his ankles, and then steps out of them. He leaves his socks on—he doesn’t really want his bare feet in contact with Kylar’s bedroom floor if he can help it, and it seems like the guy doesn’t care about his feet one way or the other.

He scoots up the bed to leave space for Kylar between his legs, and debates asking Kylar to be gentle. It probably wouldn’t do anything, so he bites down on his pathetic request before it can leave his lips. He slips a hand around his own, average-sized cock, and runs a thumb over the head, then shudders. If this is going to happen, and it is—Kylar’s expression has transcended ‘threat’ and entered ‘promise’—he might as well enjoy it.

Kylar grabs him by the ankle and flips him over, dragging Robin’s cock against the rough bedspread. He bites his split lip, and the iron tang of blood on his tongue helps ground him. This is really happening. He’s getting fucked by Kylar’s monster cock in Kylar’s nasty bedroom, because he didn’t think things through and is unfortunately gifted at video games. He closes his eyes and imagines your hand in his hair, as Kylar shoves his legs further apart.

He can’t help wishing you were here—you’d be soft and encouraging and—shit! The lube is cold! Fuck! All of his muscles go tense as Kylar just squirts lube directly onto his asshole. Then the idiot begins to rub it around the rim, like it’s lotion.

“Let me—” he grabs Kylar’s hand before he does anything else. “I hope you’ve never done anal with her, because uh—that’s not how you do this.” With a technique like that, you’ve probably never done anything close to anal with Kylar, on either giving or receiving end. Which shouldn’t send a warm flutter through Robin's chest, but it does, because it means that you only peg him. It’s something special just for the two of you, something he can cling to even if he loses the next time he and Kylar have a competition like this, and he has to listen to you fuck through the thin walls of the orphanage. Again.

Robin fingers himself open and loose like that, caught in the memory of your gentle hands and the snapping rhythm of your strap as he bit the pillow and tried not to wake anyone up with his moaning. Once he’s loose enough, he returns to the heavy sound of Kylar breathing, propped up over his shoulder, dark hair pooling on Robin’s back.

“Right,” he says, resigned. “That should do it.”

The tip of Kylar’s dick replaces his fingers, and Robin does his level best to forget everything that comes next. Mostly because the hitched moan he makes as Kylar slowly slides into him is embarrassing and hot, and if he remembers it, he might need to jack off in the shower later, and maybe he’ll start to think you were right to want a threesome, and actively start trying to plan it, and—maybe that wouldn’t be that bad.

He manages to stave off orgasm as Kylar’s hips work against his ass, flexing and drawing that huge cock over his prostate again and again and again, but it’s a very near thing. Kylar seems almost annoyed as he cums, and Robin sighs with relief and goes boneless against the bedspread, which has given him rugburn all across his chest. He really hopes Kylar doesn’t have this blanket out when you fuck him, because it stings like hell.

“Same time next week?” Kylar asks as he pulls out, cum oozing out of Robin’s poor abused asshole.

“Yeah, sure,” Robin wheezes. “Sounds good I guess.”

Time to try and get up. Robin groans, and pushes himself off the bed. His legs hurt—everything from his ankles up. Calves, knees, thighs—fuck, his thighs—ass. Both gluteus maximus and minimus, because he pays attention in science class, unlike Kylar. His arms collapse underneath him, and he decides to try rolling over instead. Kylar is just watching him, looking amused.

Robin squints in suspicion at Kylar’s satisfied expression.

“Did you just try and fuck me so hard that I can’t take advantage of my win?”

“Oh, fuck you!” he snarls, as he tries to get up again, and collapses like a newborn fawn. The door to Kylar’s room looks so far away—and then he realizes how far he has to walk to get back home, and dies a little bit inside. He’s going to need to ask for help so you don’t get suspicious.

“Other way around,” Kylar grins, and Robin grabs a pillow, shoves his face into it, and screams.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol robin #dol kylar #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #m!kylar #m!robin #f!reader #sp4rrow-writes #I imagine that these events repeat themselves several times until Robin is genuinely into Kylar #and Kylar's willingness to fuck Robin (in order to attempt to wear him out before he goes home to you) has pavloved him to be into robin #then pc gets to just luxuriate in the ensuring (semi) peaceful poly relationship #also immediately after the last scene robin offers to be kylar's science (sex ed) tutor so he doesn't accidentally hurt pc

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