Show Me Somethin':
Savanaclaw
(WARNING! CONTENT IN POST IS 18+ ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS 18+)
Heartslabyul - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia
After dating for a few months, things start to get a little steamy. So, he decides to finally send you: A surprise dick pic.
♡ Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader (400+)
♡ Ruggie Bucchi x GN!Reader (300+)
♡ Jack Howl x GN!Reader (500+)
Leona Kingscholar
Leona had never felt interested in sending pictures to you. But, that didn't mean he didn't like receiving them.
He loved seeing your bare chest captured in time, the sight of you fingering yourself, hearing you whine his name in a short video. It turned him on. But he never expected you to say anything about the one sidedness of the photo transactions. He laid in bed as the two of you exchanged a flurry of nighttime texts. It started with silly videos on MagiCam with the intent to wish the other goodnight, then the conversation quickly became less innocent. With a string of sad face emojis and pointed fingers you asked a question that left Leona frowning.
‘How come you never send pics back?’
He didn’t have an actual reason to not send you any photos. He just… Didn’t do it. Part of him assumed it was his subconscious telling him it wouldn’t be a good idea. He’s never tried to take them before. You did it so effortlessly, but he knew it was much more complex. He hesitated before responding.
'You never asked.'
He inwardly regretted the text, fearing it came off as rude. But when you sent another string of emoji's he began to relax. Almost. Eyes and smiley faces, blushing emoji's and hearts. You were asking him without saying it. The prince had no reason to refuse, after all, you sent them first. You needed some beat material too. Leona let out a soft huff as he nudged the blankets down to relax against his thighs. He never bothered with pajamas since he had his own personal bedroom, so this would be both quick and easy.
So he thought.
With each slow stroke, the prince began to feel anxious. How was he supposed to take the picture? Leona was a natural at everything. Almost everything. He raised his phone as he allowed his half erect cock to lay against his hardened stomach. It looked lazy, but there was a charm to it. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip and made his dark skin shine with the substance. The longer he looked at it through the phone lenses, the harder it became. Twitching, throbbing, and begging for attention. He couldn't help but turn his focus to his thumb hovering over the icon as he captured the image. One without the flash, and one with.
The beastman sent you the darker photo first, blurring it without any context. When you sent another string of emojis and a polite request for a brighter image he sent the other one and called you greedy. A full sixty seconds passed and he began to feel anxious again as he felt himself start to soften. Maybe it was a bad idea?
Before he could send a text back; you sent a picture of your own. If only you were there to see the way his cock twitched as he unblurred the photo.
Ruggie Bucchi
'shw me smthn'
The text was crude. Ruggie knew that. But that’s how he liked asking. The nastier the better.
It didn't matter if it was time for classes. It didn't matter if you were speaking with Crowley. It didn't matter if it was before classes, or after classes. Ruggie asked when he was in the mood. And it was your choice to play along or not. He sat in a bathroom stall, watching the grey bubble float and vanish. The process repeated itself until you responded. You didn't want to get caught. But you weren't saying no.
The hyena told you to just take a trip to the bathroom and do it. The grey bubble appeared again as Ruggie began to loosen his belt and unfasten his uniform pants. You only needed some motivation. Just so you knew he was planning on playing along. His hands were quick as he dressed down, quiet and cautious as his eyes flicked towards the direction of the bathroom stall, then back down to his own handy handiwork. You were still texting, but your messages went ignored as Ruggie’s face began to burn with excitement. He was already hard as he pulled himself free from his briefs. His strokes were slow as he opened his camera and decided to take a short video. The slow strokes left his toes curling in his shoes, he couldn’t hold back his soft whines and giggles, and he couldn’t help the pre leaking from his tip and down his fingers.
He ended the video with a peace sign, giving you a glimpse of the opalescent fluid clinging to his fingers like a shiny spiderweb. He sent the video with a satisfied look as he continued to stroke himself, occasionally bucking his hips as he waited for you to respond.
You asked him which stall he was in. Forget the picture. You wanted to see something in person.
Jack Howl
When you had hinted to Jack the concept of nudes, he didn't actually pick up on what you were referring to. He had occasionally sent you images of him flexing at 5am before practice with the rest of Savanaclaw, but that was all you got from him. You didn't press him anymore, but you always left heart emojis on the selfies you did get.
During a locker room conversation after track practice, Jack overheard some of his track mates talking about ex partners or ones that attended other schools. It was a conversation topic he never joined, but he always listened. They began to discuss if they’ve sent sexual photos before. Jack was silent, feeling shy that he was the only odd man out. When Jack was asked he only scowled in response and stormed off in silence.
What was so great about sending those kinds of pictures?
That night, Jack couldn’t sleep. He laid on his back, eyeballing his alarm clock then his phone. He didn't want to let something as trivial as locker room talk upset him. But he also started to feel... Insecure. Was he being prude? You and him have been dating for almost a year now. Jack's ears flattened against his head and he picked up his phone to text you, only asking if you were awake. It was already past midnight, so he wasn't surprised by your lack of response. He hesitated before sending another text.
'Your eyes only.'
Jack let out a soft exhale as he opened up the camera and began to push his blankets down his thighs. His fingers lingered around the cotton band of his sweatpants and his heart throbbed in his chest. From what he's overheard, it was way better as a surprise. Everything began to move in slow motion as his soft cock was now exposed to the air. Part of the beastman wondered if this was a good idea or not. You haven't complained about not seeing anything below his belt.
But he wanted to try, at least to say he made the attempt. Jack stroked himself slowly, picturing you in ways he always felt guilty about. He wanted to wait for more intimate interactions until the two of you got married. But day by day became harder and harder. "FFuck..." He growled under his breath, feeling his cock pulsate in his palm as pre-cum began to dribble from the flushed tip. He could see it through the phone screen. He could picture you between his thighs, licking him up and down with your plush pink tongue.
Right, the picture.
Jack held his cock in his fist and took the picture. Then another. He chose the best one, and blurred the image before sending it to you. You would be able to hold the photo to unblur it, and hopefully you wouldn't be upset with him and the surprise dick pic. Jack went to sleep feeling a little better. And when he woke up, it was a spammed catalog of you sending werewolf memes shredding your clothes and texts of you barking at him.
He didn't get you... But at least you liked the picture.
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Show Me Somethin':
Octavinelle
(WARNING! CONTENT IN POST IS 18+ ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS 18+)
Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia
After dating for a few months, things start to get a little steamy. So, he decides to finally send you: A surprise dick pic.
♡ Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader (600+)
♡ Jade Leech x GN!Reader (300+)
♡ Floyd Leech x GN!Reader (400+)
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul had mentally prepared himself for the day you would insinuate wanting erotic images of him for personal use.
His personal views on his own body are his no.1 enemy. He isn’t fond of the way he looks in his merform, or out of it. But it’s nothing he was interested in telling you about. At least not for a while.
He was sitting in his office late at the Mostro Lounge. Shuffling through new contracts and monthly financial statements. The vibration of his phone against his desk startled him, causing him to flinch and crinkle one of the golden scrolls in his fist. He lifted his phone with a scowl, but it quickly dissipated once he noticed it was a message from you.
You were checking in on him since it was late and you were preparing to head to bed. He wanted to lie and tell you he was in his dorm, preparing to sleep as well. But he couldn't bring himself to lie.
'Im sorry. I havent left the mostro lounge yet.'
You began to send him a barrage of upset emoji's, demanding he pick up where he left off tomorrow. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. Putting it off just meant there would be more work for him tomorrow. But he was starting to get stressed out. Azul could take a quick break before finishing up. Or? He could power through and ignore the idea of a break. You sent him another text. This one had a blurred image attached to it he was anxious about opening. You stated that it was a reward for him being such a hard worker and that he should head to bed soon.
Azul was alone in his office and no one would be coming to the Mostro Lounge this late. There would be no consequences for opening up the photo. And when he did, his cock jumped inside his slacks. There you were, spreading yourself open for the camera. Allowing him to see your once abused hole now empty with a black and lavender colored tentacle toy laying dormant on your sheets. Slick and shiny with lube and your juices.
Maybe a break would be fine.
He laid the phone on his desk and quickly began to unbutton his pants with a flushed face. Azul couldn't stop his mind from imagining you riding the tentacle toy. The way your moans would sound as you struggled to take it deep inside of you.
It wasn't long before Azul found himself cautiously stroking his cock. His eyes flicked towards the door, then back to his phone on the desk. He wanted you to send more pictures. But he couldn't work up the courage to ask you. But, he could play along with you.
Azul grabbed his phone and glanced at your picture one more time before opening up his camera. His heart jumped in his chest as he watched himself through the screen on his phone. The way he pumped himself with vigor made his confidence plummet. He hadn't done this before.
His phone began to slip through his fingers as he pumped faster. Faster. Rougher. And with a shudder he unloaded onto his fingers. The pearl colored sperm rolled past his fingers and Azul gasped in shock. As he began to collect his breath, he took a picture of his twitching cock, still half hard, and his semen coated fingers.
His face was burning as he sent you the photo over text, forgetting to blur the image. He didn't mean to cum so quickly. Before he could text you about the photo you were already spamming him with heart emoji's and begging to see more of him.
Jade Leech
Jade was no fool. He always noticed the way you eyeballed him like a slab of meat. He actually enjoyed it coming from you.
So when you made the suggestion to try something like sexting, he was pleasantly surprised by you again. You always kept him on his toes. He was working his shift at the Mostro Lounge, finally slipping away to his break so he could check a small cluster of texts from you.
It was a string of eggplant emojis and a photo of your hole being stuffed with your fingers. Your face wasn't visible, but he could imagine your lewd expression as you pushed yourself to an orgasm. He sat at a small table in the backroom, peeling his gloves away as he began to grow hard the longer he stared at the image. He sent you back a string of hearts and complimented the lovely image you sent him.
However, he was still at work, and could not totally indulge you. Not for a few hours. It was disappointing that the timing was bad. But Jade wondered if he could make something work. He parted his thighs and looked at his stiffening erection, then towards the door. No one ever came into the breakroom when it was Jade's turn. It could be intimidation stopping them. But it worked out in the merman's favor.
'Please, give me just a moment.'
You responded quickly, adding hearts and hopeful questions if you would see something from Jade. His movements were quick as he pulled out his cock, feeling it throb in his grip as he sent you a photo of it. Shamelessly giving it slow strokes in the desolate breakroom.
His break had ended in the bat of an eye as he began to calm down and he tucked his member away with a sigh. Jade washed his hands and donned his gloves with his phone tucked into his pants pocket. He has a few more hours left of his shift. But hopefully you can find a way to keep yourself busy with that picture.
Floyd Leech
Floyd rolled onto his side, staring tiredly at his phone screen. He was bored. Extremely bored. Jade had slipped away elsewhere for the night so there was no one for Floyd to bombard with his need for entertainment. Except you.
Your body clock and his always managed to sync up, so he decided to shoot you a quick text. Short and sweet as he began to roll onto his back with a mischievous smile forming.
‘u up?’
He knew you were. But that wasn’t the point. He wanted to see if you would play 8 ball with him, or let him come over for the rest night. Even if it was 1am. You responded almost immediately saying you were awake. But apparently you were in the middle of something. The response was too vague for Floyd’s liking and he began to press you for the details.
‘doin wat? its late at nite.’
He wasn’t too pleased with your evasiveness, but you finally cracked and told him the truth. You were in the middle of masturbating. Floyd was stunned, but it didn't take him long to recover. A smirk spread across his face as he began to kick away his blankets. A hand now slipping into his pajama pants.
'y didnt u say sooooo?'
A winking emoji followed the text as he gently massaged his cock beneath the thin flannel fabric. You were the smartest person ever. Why didn't he think of this?! Maybe he could ask you to get on a call. Or better yet; invite him over. You could masturbate together and it would feel even better in person. As Floyd began to harden and his moans began to escape, he nudged his pajama pants down his thighs. His cock sprang free, smacking against his torso and leaving a spider silk string of pre-cum behind. He needed to convince you to let him come over of course.
He asked you to give him just a second before opening his camera. It was accidental when he set the option to record. But Floyd decided this was much better for the both of you. Why settle for just a picture? He was much louder with his moans as he stroked himself slowly for the camera. Paying close attention to each twitch and throb, even occasionally jerking his hips into his fist. He couldn't help but whimper your name as he began to move faster. He suddenly stopped the video and sent it to you, struggling to stop himself from continuing.
How long has it been since he's done something like this?
He gnawed at his lower lip as you began to send him a string of excited texts. Yeah, he really wants to come over now.
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Have you considered alternative Going Ghost transformations for Danny? Like instead of transformation rings Danny transforms like one of those super cute reversible octopus plushies :D
by his jaw unhinging and flipping him inside out to reveal his other form
You know,,,, that might just be one of the most terrifying descriptions I’ve ever read. I’m so sorry but my brain could only think of “I don’t believe women deserve rights, anyways here’s Wonderwall.” [inverts himself while somehow playing Wonderwall on the piano at the same time].
Idk that idea is fuckin wild but I JUST woke up so you get the joy of having my delirious rambling on your ask.
Other terrifying ideas:
Danny just shedding the layers of his body one at a time going to full skeleton, and then reversing it adding on his organs and muscles and skin, now as Phantom.
Danny just straight up dies again and floats as a ghost out of his body. When he turns back he’s just human again. He can infi duplicate his body. Somewhere in the ghost zone there is hundreds if not thousands of Danny corpses just floatin about in a designated dumping zone.
Danny has to do a Bane where he injects himself with copious amounts of ectoplasm before turning into Phantom
His molecules rearrange all over again. Not a clue how that’d look like but I promise you that there’s far more screaming and blood than you’d expect.
And lastly: Danny sheds his skin like a snake, leaving a terrifying deflated husk of a person behind with each transformation
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