#proffesor Inkling

[buggaboizz]

Here's today's Cringetober plus the ones I missed!

Day 6: Neko!

I did our boy Professor Inkling cause I knew I wouldn't be drawing him much (it's only now that I realize I make him trans colors)

Day 7: Pinterest Art Base!

We got our girlie Tweak, sorta neko? Idk but I made her Hispanic I'm totally not projecting this was honestly a bit difficult? Idk I've never actually used a base???

Day 8: Tumblr Sexyman!

I drew Tracker as the Onceler lol

[kwaziicatsposts]

It's pride month. Have some stuff you gay lil scrunklies:

Barnacles: unsure of his gender but is staying his male for now, needs to do more reaserch. Currently prefers to be panromantic and asexual due to not understanding why people even have sex in the first place

Kwazii: trans male mofo, his lil pirate crew (technically his grandads) didn't really care and accepted the lil orange floof always. Demi-sexual and homoromatic cuz he doesn't wanna sex but might with someone he trusts and guys are pretty

Peso: gender confuses him so he just went non and all at the same time, but if using labels he'll just say he's non binary. Ace aro, doesn't get it and would rather have family over lovers

Tweak: trans female and wants some boobs badly, she find them fun. Lesbian to the core because women pretty and tall strong women/lil cute photographer women ate her type *wink wink*

Dashi: cis female as far as she knows for now. Bisexual because both men and women are pretty af, no one can tell her otherwise

Shellington: gender fluid and concerningly liquid, mostly because he's intersex and yeah she don't know nor care anymore lol. Pansexual, loves all no matter what and always shall

Prof. Inking: cis male uwu. Also homoromantic ace, mostly because if an octopus has sex it will die horribly one way or another so yeah he is sex repulsed thx to that being the way some octo friends and siblings of his died.

Hope you like this lil sh-t post, included inkling just for the disturbing fact ngl. Also ask me random stuff!! I'm starting an ask blog!!!

[the-octopod]

Anyone want a gun? 🔫

Now that is highly inappropriate to ask a team of non-violent ocean advocates. Of course we don't want a gun.

Or do we?

P. Inkling

[kuri-kushumia]

So in my Octo-cases(Octonauts &Creature Cases) AU, I have a knock-off "genshin vision". Peggy is Fire/Art of Flames, and Barnacles is Water/Ice/Art of Winter

For all of the other characters (going for Prof. Inkling & Kwazii), I don't know what to give them...

LETS GO WITH.... (Drum roll plz).....

PROFESSOR INKLING!!!

[batbitesthebat]

Hi uhhhh sorry i was gone for so long I made like 8 drawings of all of the octonauts so like... wanna seee

Omg!! Yippee

[pirate-kwazii]

Found this in my drafts, slapped some color on, and decided to post it. My art style has changed yet again, so it was a little weird to finish this one, oop.

Sorry for being so inactive, Life has been kicking my ass

[swtki]

My Game - Spencer Reid x Reader

This is a part 2 to Teachers Pet

SUMMARY: After Y/Ns little test, she takes Dr. Reid up on his offer. She also takes him back to the apartment. 

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SMUT, FEM READER, PROFFESOR-STUDENT, TEACHER REID, ORAL (FEMALE RECIEVING), PENATRATIVE SEX, SEMI DOM-SUB

It had been three days since Dr. Reid emailed me. I hadn’t texted him yet, too afraid of not knowing what to say. When I pulled that little stunt at his desk, I expected nothing to come of it. Just seeing his cute and pink face was enough of a reward. But it was obvious to me in the days following, he wanted to cross his finish line.

My phone sat comfortably in my hands, the series of numbers lining the top of my screen. I had not an inkling of an idea of what I would say. Should I go casual? Professional? Sexy? I mean, did anyone ever know how to aproach their crush?

Y: It’s Y/N, sorry I took so long. I’ve been kinda busy.

S: No worries, I was beginning to think I had read the room incorrectly. What are your plans for Saturday night? Theres a great Italian restaurant next to where I’m staying in DC.

Y: That sounds wonderful, actually. I’ll meet you there at 7?

S: Perfect.

I reluctantly pulled my figure from the sofa, and soon eagerly jumping into the shower. When the water hit my face the entire day melted away, and left only the anticipation of that night. I felt so special, I mean I was living my most vivid fantasies and not every woman gets to do it with a genius professor.

With my makeup carefully applied, and my dress matching my shoes, I started down the stairs. As my heels made a clicking noise, I started to feel a familiar flutter in my stomach. I was nervous; First date nervous. Though I had met him many times, and most recently met his body with mine, the event of a first date was a pâté of emotions.

The door of the restaurant was cold against my hand. I didn’t expect a high end dining experience, and when I walked in the entry way I was glad it wasn’t. The entry way was filled with cozy items. The faded rose pattern on the wallpaper complimented the display of family photos.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a tall brunette man, it was a table for two.” I said to the hostess. She paused for a second, tapping on her tablet as she checks the current table descriptions.

“Ah yes, party of two for Reid?”

I confirmed and she led me through a hallway to our left, which led into a small dining area. The room walls were a burgundy color, illuminated by the candle sitting at the head of each table.

I thanked the woman as I walked toward Spencer. He looked a tad bit cleaner than usual, his hair was combed and tucked away behind his ears.

“Oh, here let me get that for you.” He rose from his seat and rushed over to the chair across from him.

“How gentleman like, Doctor.” He laughed and we both took our seats.

“Please, call me Spencer.” His form was more relaxed than it usually was in class, giving him a calmer and peaceful demeanor.

Dinner progressed, a glass of wine was nursed, and he insisted on paying our check. Though I had been on dates before, this felt like my first real adult date.

“How did you get here?” He inquired as we stepped onto the rough parking lot terrain.

“I took a cab, I’m thinking I may catch the train though.” I said. His mouth spread into a displeased expression.

“Nonsense, please let me drive you home. I would hate for those statistics we learned last week be applied in this manor.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I hesitated to answer for a moment, instinctually I looked down and shifted my weight on my feet. The thought of him driving me home could end up in a number of ways; Mostly good. But, if I did take the train, it would end in a few ways; Mostly unmentionable.

“Alright, since you asked nicely.” His cheeks grew red as he avoided eye contact with me. I knew right then where our night would likely head.

“Would you like to come up? We can have a drink if you aren’t hell-bent on going to sleep before nine-thirty.” I joked with him.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to feel forced into anything because I know that theres a certain expectation when-“

“Spencer, if I didn’t want to fuck you, I wouldn’t have asked you up.”

Sure, having to say it in blatant terms is less than sexy, but thats what I adored about our dynamic at that point; I led the relationship.

I leaned into my fridge, purposefully bending over so my skirt lifted to show my ass.

“Well...fuck,” I said, “As it would turn out, someone stole my wine bottle and filled my fucking vodka bottle with water.” I stood up and shut the door, walking over to the counter inches away.

“One time I took the drink turn when it came to our friend-team-dinner-night, the bottle was forty dollars, which granted is the cheap wine more or less. To this day I still have no idea who stole the bottle, because I wanted to take it home.” Spencer reminisced. I laughed at his unusual way of trying to understand.

“Wasn’t really mine to begin with,” I started walking over to the sofa where he patiently sat. “I’m not of legal drinking age. But of course it tastes better when its forbidden, everything does.” I stepped in front of the man, his knees only an inch from my shin. "Can I touch you, Spencer?” I said in a soft voice, the lids of my eyes relaxed in a sweet shift.

“Y-yes.” He gasped, obviously so turned on by the way I stood over him, in power of him. I threaded his hair through my fingers and tugged back, pushing his head as far up as I could. His eyelids fell and he was no longer looking at me.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see everything.” He opened his eyes, his irises were colored with lust and desperation. I connected our lips in a long a sweet kiss. Rather than just having a mess of tongues, the kiss was filled to the brim with emotion, of pleasure that this was happening again. His lips were slightly swollen when I pulled away to unbutton his shirt. While I fiddled with the garment, he put his hands on my hips firmly.

“Can I- can you sit on my lap?” he asked, a red tint forming on his face. I smiled and obliged, sliding his shirt off of his lean torso. I started kissing him once more, this time I made sure to press my dripping panties against the large tent in his trousers.

“Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” I ask,hands resting comfortably on his neck.

“Please”, I stood and laced our hands together, leading him to my bedroom. Once we both entered through the doorway, I pushed him onto the bed, he fell softly.

I reached my hands behind my back to unzip my dress, as I felt it fall past my legs and onto the floor, I saw his eyes scan every detail of my body.

“One might say you were planning this.” He eyed my matching lace set.

“Wanted to make sure Spencer Reid had the best.” I replied, climbing on top of him so that I would be straddling him. I felt his hands connect to my waist as we kissed, his hands were warm and excited me even more. He pulled away, quickly pressing his lips to my neck and collarbone. My breath hitched in my throat as he bit down lightly on the skin. “Lets get these off, shall we?” I motioned to his pants, which had to be killing him right now. While he does that, I reach into my drawer and retrieve a condom, laying against the plush material of my pillows after I set it down on the table.

He gets on top of me , pressing his lips with mine as he rubs the back of my bra, signaling he wants me to take it off. I ,of course, reach back and unhook it, tossing it onto the floor. He grabs my tit while dancing his tongue with mine, making me more wet than I thought was possible. Usually, these actions signified a need for control, but when Spencer did it, it was like a desperate sixteen year old boy. Its clear he needed me.

“Can I...” he nods down to my cunt, still covered by the thin material of my panties.

“Can you what, Spencer?” I lace my fingers in his hair and pull, earning a soft groan from the man hovering over me.

“Can I please eat you out?” He begged. I smiled and pushed his head down, spreading my legs when his face met my stomach. He started by taking his thumb and rubbing over my clothed pussy. I bucked my hips, desperate for more friction. “Is it okay for me to take these off?” His eyes met mine, searching for confirmation. I smiled and nodded, moving my hands to stroke his hair rather than tug at it.

As his fingers latched onto the last piece of fabric that covered me, instinctually I pushed my hips upwards. He looked at me, silently asking if taking the garment off was still okay. When I bit my lip, a rose hue covered his face. He was flustered by me, by the escalation of us. But nevertheless, he slowly pulled off the last piece of modesty I had.

To re-assure him, I lightly tugged at his hair. Thankfully, he took the hint and licked a long stripe on my clit. My voice was caught in my throat as he continued making flat-tongued movements. I felt his hands slowly wrap around my thighs, pushing my heat into his face more than it already was.

He devoured me without hesitation, but when he pulled away for air he replaced it with two fingers and then when my stomach tensed and my eyes rolled back into my head, he used three. I finished with his mouth sucking on my bundle of nerves and his fingers buried inside me.

“Do you want to keep going?” He raised his head up and his thumb stroked my thigh, which he was still grasped onto.

“Yes, God yes please, Spencer.” I whined, the high fading away. He stood up off the bed and removed his strained boxers. He was beautiful; His lanky form was now a lean masculine type. I smiled at him, to which he obviously thought he was being laughed at. He couldn’t make eye contact with me, resulting to the floor instead. “Spencer,” I crawled towards the edge of my bed and placed my hands on his shoulders, “You are so gorgeous, the reason I’m smiling is because you always hide it in those sweater vests.” he relaxed.

“Thanks” he mumbles, still avoiding my eyes.

“Now please, come back here and let me take care of you.” He climbed back onto the bed while I rested against the pillows. He was nervous, and obviously he wanted to do it right. I could see his hands shaking as he unwrapped the condom and put it on.

“You’re sure?” He asks, the tip of his cock resting on the top of my inner thigh. He was easily six inches, my hand could probably wrap around and be too small.

“Yes, please fuck me.” He slowly inserted himself into my dripping cunt, causing me to let out a lewd string of words. Once again, my hands flung to his hair and tugged harshly, causing his arms to almost buckle beneath his own weight. I could feel his pelvis against mine, his muscular bottom torso pressed up against my clit. “Move, baby, its okay.” I reassure him. His hips pull away from mine, then snap back with a nice pressure. He quickly started to pick up his pace, small grunts escaping through his clenched jaw. “Do you like the feeling of your pathetic little cock inside my cunt? I bet you feel like a special little bitch now.” I moaned into his ear. “Well, are you going to tell me how much you enjoy my cunt?”.

“God, yes! I love it so fucking-“ his moan paused the sentence and he focused on getting his movements right.

“So fucking what? Go on, finish the sentence baby.”

“So fucking good, I love being inside of you so much!” He was practically whimpering in pleasure.

“Be a good boy and make me cum all over that pretty little cock of yours?” I struggled to contain my moans, I could not fall apart this quickly.

“Yes I will!” His fingers reached down to rub my clit, impressively keeping a steady rhythm. I felt the knot in my stomach becoming hotter and hotter as the minutes passed by.

“Oh my god, such a good- oh my god!” my eyes rolled back into my head as the impact of my orgasm was full forced. When my head cleared, I tugged on his hair, pulling his head so he could look me in the eye. “Gonna cum soon? Are you going to cum all inside of me?” his thrusts got off beat, he was close.

“Yes, I’m gonna-“

“Ask permission to cum, Spencer.”

“Can I please cum inside of you? Please?” He whines.

“Of course you can, baby.” With that he makes a strained moaning noise and his hips slowly stop moving. We’re both panting, while he flushes the condom I walk into the bathroom next to him. I turn to the shower and twist the hot water knob.

“We might as well get clean together, yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.” he smiles and kisses me once more.

[jumpin-jack-va]

Um, could you draw proffesor Inkling please? He's my favorite!

:)

[the-octopod]

I heard inklings announcement. What are you inkling?? I support no matter what! ^^

All I know is that I am attracted to the same sex. I do not claim any specific labels yet, the only label I have bestowed upon myself is 'homosexual'.

I give my biggest thanks for being so supportive of me and my sexuality. Thank you.

-Professor Inkling

[buggaboizz]

Yesterday was the birthday of an irl friend of mine @ivanthornes !

She's always loved my art since I was a little youtube animator, she's been there for me since day one! She's a great friend and I hope she had a very happy birthday ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[the-octopod]

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done, Inkling? You wouldn’t happen to secretly be a mafia boss would you? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Also have a picture of Min to brighten your day :)

How did you get that picture of me? And how do you know about my ties with the mafia?! Leave me and my crew alone!!

P. Inkling

[the-octopod]

An ask for prof. Inkling

I know you don't often go on missions, but has there ever been a time (since joining the Octonauts) that you've needed to use your ink to actually get away from a dangerous situation?

I've used my Ink to squeeze out of tight situations and guard / escape from predators, but occasionally in a stark mission or two I have had this exact scenario happen to me:

I am distracted or listening to Captain Barnacles speak, when suddenly, a creature sees my tentacles as a tasty snack and tries to take a bite out of me. This is the special occasion in which I have inked. Although my tentacles are regenerable, it is still never worth the risk to allow this sort of situation without the help of some ink. Usually however, I can control my inking perfectly fine.

I've actually read that it is speculated that dumbo octopi could not even ink before the spontaneous simultaneous evolution, which makes me just a bit nervous for my ancestors. How were they able to escape from predators? Sure they could be agile, boneless, and small, but a little ink can go a long way.

- Professor I.

[the-octopod]

Hey, rofessor Inkling! What is the most heartfelt- sad-angst thing you have done to chear Captain Barnacles up?

I am extremely confused as I am attempting to decipher what this means. I will assume you are asking me to state the way I treat my fellow Captain when he is a but down in the dumps, I suppose? He usually does not want to converse and would rather stay alone in his room or just be alone in general.

But sometimes I do manage to get

Him to cheer up by starting small talk to him, although he usually doesn't want to tell me what is wrong.

- Prof. Inkling

[the-octopod]

Hey, professor. How did you come up with the idea to have a polar bear be your captain? A lot of polar bears here are.. um.. well, monsters..

Monsters?? How utterly rude! Polar bears are such gentle and capable creatures. I won't tolerate this specism. I met Barnacles while he was getting his ship repaired, and we became very good friends. He was a born leader, so when I pitched this octonauts idea to him I offered him the captain role. He never showed any "monster" behavior. He was always kind and gentle toward me.

- Prof. Inkling

[the-octopod]

How do you guys celebrate the captain's birthday?

Oh, it depends on what he feels like doing. Although usually, we give him some vanilla pudding, make him a nice birthday kelp cake, and sing a merry tune to him.

We also go out on nice swims, and he personally enjoyed the year that we took a swim while in the arctic ocean, although the rest of us did not.

We also went camping on the beach another year, something that we commonly do during our crews birthdays.

- P. Inkling

[the-octopod]

Asking for the same friend as before:

“Hara, we all share an account but as the master blog you are the only one who can send direct asks, could you ask that Octonauts alternate Canon if they can take asks through @ posts?”

I get the feeling she doesn’t trust me

Hello, could somebody elaborate on what this user means by this statement? Forgive me, but I'm left wondering what this means.

P. Inkling