#professor please.

[bitterpngs]

i am notttt strong enough for all of this today

[suspencerrrr]

he seems normal and well adjusted

[ibroughtyoumybullets-ningy]

ace attorney/ghost trick/professor layton is like superwholock for people who like nintendo ds visual novels

[arczism]

ehhhhhhhh i am in love with them

[potatobugz]

after finishing the whole show i get it now. i understand

[seashoes]

To the person who said my Emmy drawing made them think of honey lemon tea; here’s apple cinnamon chamomile flora.

[ghostorbz]

Why do the adults and robots in invader zim choose to hold children like this

[hollyleavees]

okay but if the professors succeeded, what would the odds of zygarde scaling that wall between paldea and kalos be

[sillyandquiteawkward]

i still havent beat violet yet but. middle aged men pretty.

[poorly-drawn-puppet-history]

[etourvol]

"I do... have family. A son. Whenever and wherever he is, I imagine he must be... quite lonely."

[jjkyaoi]

i love hot jon but specifically the part where he’s not appealing to anyone and yet he’s appealing to. everyone . like season one is the most put together he looks and even that’s a stretch because she’s prematurely graying and wears little grandma glasses and big sweaters that make him look stick skinny (he is). and then season two hits him like a bullet train and he s so stressed out of his mind that he doesn’t even comb his hair . veins popping in his eyes wearing the same cardigan that he wore three days ago because he’s been sleeping in his office carrying a tape recorder everywhere and he has this odd little creature magnetism about her. her brown eyes turn green in season three and nobody knows what to say to him about that. he grows out his hair to mad scientist unbrushed length most of her shirts have been stained three times over LIKE THIS IS NOT AN APPEALING LOOK. but by god is he wanted by the masses

[factual-fantasy]

BOOM! Sudden Octonauts post! Bet you weren’t expecting that huh? XD

Anyway yeah. I was thinking about that thing I did a while back where Calico Jack goes to the Everglades to help Ranger Marsh and they become instant best friends. And while I was thinking that I was like “Yo.. what if.. Professor Natquik was there too-” And thus this post was born XD

Its low effort after the day I’ve had, and I’m not happy with how Professor Natquik came out.. but I still think its funny none the less. XD Also I think I just need to keep experimenting with Natquik until I find a look that fits. Right now he looks like a weird grey Foxy that isn’t immediately recognizable..

Anyway, enjoy the random Octonauts post! :D There is the potential that I’ll draw more of these three idiots, but please don’t ask me to continue any Octonaut comics/AUs I’ve made in the past :} 💙

[grelleswife]

Kuroshitsuji 2024 countdown art: The time is upon us!

And who better to ring in the new season than our occasionally negligent but undeniably talented mother herself, Yana Toboso?

Source

[cat-shouty-13]

and an important amendment suggested by my good friend @sleepnos

ALSO YOU BETTER APPRECATE THAT MAYA SPRITE I HAD TO ADD THAT FACE MYSELF !!!!!

[lupinmoonlight]

Baby i really need professor lupin to fuck me till I cry 🫶🏻😴

Feral

Masterlist AO3

Summary - With the full moon approaching, Professor Lupin feels more on edge and he takes it out on you by bending you over his desk under the pretense of a "detention". (684 words)

Warnings - teacher/student, age gap, dub con, biting, bruising, no foreplay, rough sex, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof read.

Notes - Anon, so sorry for filling your request so late. I read your message earlier last month, closed it, and forgot about it!! I went back to my inbox a few days ago and saw it and I was mortified. I hope you enjoy this smut almost without plot.

Professor Lupin had always been a man who valued self-control, but the impending full moon stripped layers off that restraint, making his need for you sharper, urgent, feral. You hesitated for a moment outside his office. The stern "Detention" written in his meticulous hand on the slip of paper felt like anything but a punishment.

Pushing open the door, you barely had time to process anything before you were firmly grasped and bent over his cluttered desk, your face pressed into the cool wooden surface.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he growled, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling it roughly to tilt your head back. You felt the weight of his behind you, the solid press of his arousal evident against your backside.

You whimpered, feeling the cool air brush against your skin as he impatiently hiked up your skirt. He didn't bother with the niceties of undressing you completely, just shifting your panties aside to grant him access. The sound of a zipper being undone echoed in the room, followed by his harsh intake of breath as he positioned himself at your entrance.

The moment he pushed inside, your world narrowed down to the feeling of being stretched, filled completely by him. You gasped, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He was buried to the hilt, every inch of him nestled deep within you. Without warning, he began to move, his thrusts sharp, forceful, making the old desk groan and creak in protest.

Your soft whimpers echoed in the room, your body trying to adjust to his relentless pace. Suddenly, he stilled, pulling your head back by your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze in the reflection of the moonlit window. "You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern at the sight of your tear-streaked cheeks.

You nodded frantically, swallowing hard, "More…"

A smirk played on his lips, "Say it properly."

"Please, Professor…more," you begged, the words leaving you breathlessly.

His response was a deep growl, "That's a good girl." His movements resumed, the sound of skin meeting skin resonating in the office. "Take it," he commanded, thrusting into you with such force you felt you might break. He leaned down, teeth grazing your neck before sinking in, marking you as his. The mix of pain and pleasure had you reeling, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the intensity.

"I'm going to come," he whispered harshly in your ear, his rhythm growing erratic, "and you're going to take every drop."

With a few more hard thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, emptying himself completely. His grip on your hips was bruising, and the warm feeling of his seed spilling inside you had you clench around him, your own climax rushing forth.

Gradually, his movements stilled, though he remained inside you for a moment longer, your breathing slowly returning to normal. He gently pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back.

After a while, he carefully pulled out, his movements tender and slow, not wanting to hurt you, and you felt the telltale warmth of his release trickling out, pooling on the floor beneath you.

He turned you to face him, brushing a gentle kiss across your lips, then pressing a softer one to your tear-streaked cheek. "I'm sorry, love," he whispered, a genuine note of remorse in his voice. "I shouldn't have been so rough…I just can't seem to control myself around you when…" he trailed off.

You shook your head, a slow smile gracing your lips. "I liked it, Professor," you whispered, a hint of mischief in your eyes. You knew he loved when you called him that in this setting, and you always took advantage of it.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mixture of lust and tenderness. "What are you doing to me…" he said with a sigh, pulling you in for another kiss.