#i wanna play with his fleshy brim

[hislittleraincloud]

People on here hate this man, but I love him

and I don't think y'all realize its depth about bullying/acceptance.

It was anti-bullying, yet y'all little bitches are so mean and nasty about him

Y'all make no mention that his peers had hat heads too, heads that they were dressing up to follow the trendy crowd...so in their world, hat-shaped heads are the norm. And at the end, what's his lesson for his own bullies who got caught in those trends?

LOL the cowboy hat stuck on his wizard head 💀

"This ain't you, partner. Like what you like."

He should be revered by the Tumblr community creatives.

[ibelongtowrath]

I wonder how Mammon would react to a female MC squirting for the first time. like he's fucking her/pleasuring her so good that he gets them squirt.

Ooh, I had to write a little drabble for this! Hope you like! Tags/warnings: 18+/NSFW finger fucking, oral sex, mentions of female anatomy, squirting.

“Come on, baby girl, spread ya legs for me,” Mammon purrs into your neck. 

Alternating soft kisses with hard bites peppered along your shoulder, a trail of reddened love bites coupled with small indentations of sharp teeth are scattered across the expanse of your bare skin like the stars that dot the Devildom sky. Your teeth bite into your bottom lip, stifling a low moan as your head drops back, hair dusting the hood of his display car atop the stairs.

“Mmm...come on, Mammon,” you chide the demon with a sigh, bringing your head back forward to look at him. “It’s getting late. We have classes tomorrow.”

“And here ya are, sitting on the hood of my car naked,” he retorts, biting harder into your skin.

“Ah- fuck! That’s because we just took a shower, to get ready for bed, and you carried me up here-”

“Are you complainin’, baby girl?”

“N-no,” you stammer your reply, pressing your thighs together as your arousal skyrockets, heart thrumming with desire.

Mammon grins up at you as your eyes meet his, sapphire blue glinting with accents of gold and mischief, holding your gaze steady for a few moments. 

“Open yourself to me, baby girl, I wanna see that pretty pussy absolutely glistenin’ just for me,” Mammon pleads with a wink.

Within seconds, you feel yourself relenting as your heart swells in your chest, shoulders dropping as the tension melts. Leaning back, grimacing slightly at the feel of the cool metal kissing your skin, your legs lift into the air. Mammon’s smile stretches wide, his breath hitching at the sight of your excitement shining in the low, hazy lights of his bedroom. Carnal desire 

“So wet for me already, doll,” he coos.

The smile doesn’t leave his face, nor his eyes yours, as he lowers himself to your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat as he places a gentle kiss on each nipple that hardens under his touch, the warmth of his breath on the sensitive buds adding a delicious sensation, shivering beneath him.

“Tell ya what,” Mammon coos, sucking a nipple into his mouth and smirking at the soft groan that escapes you. “I’ll just give ya a little somethin’ to help ya fall asleep. How’s that sound?”

The demon leaves you no time to answer, the question rhetorical as he slides a hand between your legs, rubbing circles around your clit.

“Ah- damn it, Mammon,” you gasp. “You know I can’t resist-”

The words are interrupted by another breathy gasp as he slides two fingers into your tight, wet core, causing your back to arch. Mammon smirks at your reaction, his digit dancing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, now swollen, practically aching with need as he pumps his fingers into you; he curls them with a skillful flick of his wrist in each thrust, pushing up and pressing against your walls until he knows he’s found that spot. Your hands desperately try to grip the metal beneath you, wishing you could dig your nails into something, anything, another wanton moan falling from your lips and taking his name with it.

“Mammon! Mph-”

“Keep singin’ so sweetly for me, baby girl,” Mammon husks, a low rumble vibrating in his chest at the feel of you on his fingers. “You’re so wet for me, you’re drippin’ all down my hand. I think I need to clean ya up.”

The demon drops to his knees slowly, a closed-mouth smirk tugging the corner of his lips up, those beautiful azure blue eyes painted with swirls of gold shining with desire and deviltry at what he is about to do to you. His nails find purchase on your thigh, as do his lips, placing small nips and kisses in a sultry trail up and into the soft, fleshy skin, methodically making his way towards your wet heat.

Using his tongue to part your lips, Mammon swirls it around your clit before sucking on it, eliciting a lewd cry of pleasure from deep in your throat, savoring the delicious sound of it ringing out across the otherwise still silence of his bedroom, save for the dull echo of his television playing a Devildrom drama at low volume on the first floor. He continues his ministrations, sliding a third finger into you, alternating between flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth, lapping at your abundant wetness in between. Your slick coats his lips, and he moans against your skin.

“You taste like fuckin’ candy, baby girl,” the demon breathes, hungering for more. “I wanna taste all of ya.”

Legs shaking, your nails dig into your palms. Instinctively, you roll your hips towards Mammon’s face, increasing the pressure of his fingers and his tongue working in sinful tandem. Fuck. All of you desires all of him, when just moments ago you were ready to go to bed. A book bag filled to the brim with notes and Devildom tomes meant to be studied fall to the wayside, the thought of exam week the farthest thing from both of your minds. 

Wanton moans full of desire escape you with every pump of his fingers, the way he flicks his tongue at your clit; Mammon can’t help himself as he, too, moans against your deliciously warm skin. A slight rumble emanates from deep within his chest, purrs of contentment at being able to please his human quickly turn into deep vibrations, pulling away from your hips to let out a growl as your hand reaches for your breast, back arching, rolling a nipple between your fingers. Every nerve ending on your skin feels electrified, lust and want and pure need occupying all parts of your mind and your body.

“Mammon-”

The sound of his name falling from your lips causes Mammon to growl again, louder this time, the sound deep and primal and animalistic in its timbre. He doubles his efforts, pumping into you harder, pressing into that sweet, sensitive spot.

“Come on, baby girl, keep singin’ for me,” he breathes, barely able to control his own voice.

As Mammon presses against your sweet spot, curling his fingers up towards your belly, an unfamiliar sensation takes over. You suddenly feel an uncomfortable urge, and your eyes fly open, your hand falling from your breast as you grip the sides of the metal hood.

“W-wait, Mammon-”

The pleas are cut off by lewd gasps in tempo with each of his movements and your breaths, growing in pitch with each consecutive sound. Your walls tighten around Mammon’s fingers, release imminent, and he grins, grazing his teeth lightly across the sensitive bundle of nerves. The strange pressure slowly begins to build, coupled with the buildup of your orgasm, and the sensations are nearly too much to bear, digging your nails into the palm of your hand.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” Mammon instructs, unrelenting in the movements of his fingers.

The embers of your release flare to life as if on cue, your head dropping back as your hand flies to your hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands. Waves of pleasure shudder throughout your body, traveling up your spine, heart pumping feelings of bliss and euphoria to every cell in your body, back arching and writhing. The tension in your belly snaps as suddenly, a gush erupts from between your legs in droplets that rain down your thighs, rivulets of pleasure pooling beneath your legs onto the hood of his car as you scream his name.

“Look at that, baby, ya made a mess of yourself all over my car.”

Mammon chuckles, wiping his face with the hem of his white tank top. His grin grows wider as he watches you clap a hand over your mouth in realization and the way you sit up frantically, eyes widened and a furious heat rising in your cheeks.

“D-did I just... squirt?!” you squeak the words as you pull your hand from your mouth, looking down at the puddle between your legs.

“You did, baby girl, and it was fuckin’ delicious,” Mammon purrs, “and I ain’t gonna waste a single drop.” The grin remains as his eyes stay on yours; he lowers his head back down between your legs, never taking his gaze from you as he begins to lap at the sweet, clear fluid of your excitement.

“And, well, shit... I think I’m gonna make ya do it again and again, but this time on my bed... I want ya to soak the sheets, baby, until your legs are shakin’ and you’re beggin’ me to stop.”

[immaculatetfs]

Hey! I have a story idea. What if a group of bros decide to go cow tipping on a farm and the farmer is a wizard. He stops them and attaches cow bells to their necks slowly transforming them into cows. Their utters produce muscle milk which he sells in stores.

Can do (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

                                                     Muscle milk

*Animal TF*

Jaques Caleb and Chad had been best friends since starting school together. All three had been quick to meet on the football field, their loud, immature humour making the trio thick as thieves, all the while making the rest of their classmates dismiss them as egg-headed and obnoxious, stereotypical jocks. This bond between these three only strengthened as they grew into their late teens.They spent most of their time together either working out, playing football or partying. There was a rumour that back in the 50’s there had been a tradition for highschool leavers to go cow tipping on their last day, a practice that had been outlawed after perpetrators had mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps it was this that gave Caleb the notion at the school ball afterparty.

“YOOOOO BROOOO We should go cow tipping Broo” he slured

“What? Nah bro well miss the party” replied Chad as he made out with his girlfriend

“WeRe gOnnA MIss ThE pArTY, nah man. It's gonna be a RIOT. Don't you wanna uphold the Greenfield tradition?” Mocked Caleb

“Nah man, come with us , it's gonna be HILARIOUS” Jaques chimed in

“Ugh you guys are such idiots. Seeya babe” Chad gave his girlfriend one last long kiss and the trio left the party’s smell of deodorant and booming music, their heads swimming  with fireball and beer and mouths chuckling as Caleb made ribald remarks of what they would do to the unsuspecting cows.

They chose a field that was about 20 minutes away from their school that just scraped the outskirts of town. They believed that nobody would be looking out as the last caught tipping was ages ago, but still wanted a quick escape. 

After climbing over the wire fence, the three made their way up a hill to the nearest heftier, a large cow with swollen udders and belly, likely late in the stages of pregnancy. 

“Nah guys we shouldn't do this, it's wrong” said Chad, having sobered up on his walk there, but both of his mates ignored him entirely as they usually did. The two snuck up to the side of the slumbering animal, creeping up until they had hands right against her hide. 

Caleb looked left to Jaques, who gave him a stupid grin.

“One……..”

Twooooooooooo”

“STOP” a deep, mature voice commanded. They  froze. Behind them a man had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere

“What are y’all doing on my property this time’a night” he said in a thick southern drawl

“You kids doin’ some cow tipping?”

They were unable to move, each standing like statues in the cold, night air.

“My bad, y'all can move now” he waved his hand

Suddenly they could breathe again

“Sir, We didn't do anything!” pleaded Jaques

“Yeah sir! Nothing!” Caleb paroted 

The stranger sighed. Well I ca……..

“Well do anything, just don't call the cops on us! I have a scholarship and iy that happens...!” Caleb cried out, interupting

For a moment there Caleb thought he saw a sinister sparkle in the strangers eye, but it  was gone as fast as it had appeared, if it was ever there at all

“Well i've been needing work done round here recently, how's that sound?”

The sobered younger men agreed, reasoning  it was better shovel some hay than get caught breaking the law.

“Great, Follow me” 

He led the group to a large shed, heavy with the pungent smell of animals. They could hear cows mooing

I’ll need y’all to stick these round yer necks” the farmer pointed to three huge, steel cowbells, attached to leather harnesses that laying together on the barn floor.

“What?” exclaimed Caleb

“Put it on or do I need to tell the cops what I saw tonight?” the man said darkly

Begrudgingly, the three men lifted up the heavy metal bells and clasped them around their necks, struggling with the weight. 

“Don't we need better fitting ones? This is almost down to my belly button, and it's so heavy as shit!” complained Jaques

“Oh that's gonna right itself now don't you worry kid” the man clicked his fingers and all three of the jocks began to feel queasy. “Now y’all will stay here now wont you? I need to go get some things.” The man walked out of the barn, followed by an *click* as the door was locked.

The three jocks looked at each other, a mixture of fear and confusion on each of their faces. 

Suddenly, Caleb moaned.

“Oh guys, I feel really fucking weird” he said. He felt his balls tight against the fabric of his underpants, and when he looked down he could swear his bulge was bigger

“Guys, what’s happening?” His bulge was definitely getting bigger

“I don't know, but it's happening to me as well!” Jaques stared in horror as his sack grew with exponential speed until became so large it was visible against his baggy workout shorts 

“Ohhhh” moaned Caleb as his jeans tore apart with a RIIIP and his engorged sack spilled out, exposing himself for all his bros to see. 

Bonus pic

“What the fuck is that!” he exclaimed “It looks like a, a …”

“An udder”

Behind them, the farmer had returned with two buckets in hand. He was grinning

“The fuck is happening? I thought we were just gonna shovel some shit and be done?” the panic was clear in Caleb’s voice

“Never said nothing ‘bout that, told y’all that I needed work done. I ain't had no new muscle milk cows for a while, bout time I got myself a breeding pair or two” he smirked at the terrified jocks

“Speaking of” he looked over at Chad, who was growing a bulge of an entirely different sort than Caleb and Jaques. While their balls swelled to inhuman size, his member was growing longer and longer while his balls dropped lower and lower. His dick’s tip thinned, losing its mushroom-shape and becoming slender and pointed. Chad stared at his new member in horror, “I'm becoming a Bull” 

“There's a smart kid! and what are thems bout to be?”

“C..Cows''

The stranger walked over to Caleb, grabbed his member and gave it a firm tug. Orgasmic pleasure rolled over Caleb as thick musky cum squirted out his erect cock from his full sack, causing him to moan

“Hear that? yer gonna be a cow. Looks like you two are coming along nicely, rest of yer new nipples should be coming bout now”

And so they did, pushing out of the two jocks swollen new udders emerged round fleshy nipples, each was a size and thickness that made indistinguishable from what had been their loved cocks.

With the udders fully formed, the farmer tugged the two shell shocked jocks over buckets, his skilled hands milking them simultaneously. At first, hot jets of thick white pungent cum squirted out of their udders, but as the rhythmic tugging and squeezing and massaging continued, the content of these spurts became thinner and turned pink until what they excreted was entirely warm, creamy, muscle milk. The farmer dipped his finger into the liquid for a taste. Satisfied,  he then took the entire bucket and chugged, with each gulp his already toned frame grew harder and harder, his muscles expanding. “ ahh always best fresh.” he exclaimed, wiping his mouth of the warm, rich, creamy substance. 

the already muscular jocks began to bulk as well, though not solely with muscle. Their stomachs, pecs and asses swelled bulbously with muscle that was then smothered with a thick layer of wobbling fat. This expansion left the clothes of the men as little more than rags. Their fingers merged together, nails thickening and darkening as their thumbs sunk into their hands, all the while the same was happening to their feet concealed by their worn sneakers. Soon in place of hands and feet, the jocks had hooves 

As his body bulked up further, Caleb’s centre of gravity began to change. For a precious few seconds he wobbled and flailed, until ungraceful falling onto all fours. Try as he might, he would never again stand up. Jaques had better luck, keeping balance until he felt a harsh shove on his thick muscle ass and he too fell on his new hooves, humiliated.

Chad’s bull cock had been hard and throbbing all the while watching this, pumping him to the brim with raging bull hormones. He was overcome by the tide of  testosterone, surrendering to base animal instinct. Nothing mattered save eating sleeping and fucking. Gone was all of his higher brain functions His body expanded thicker and thicker as he grew to a size that put his two  bros to shame. From his head he felt a splitting pain as horns flushed out through his skin. No longer capable of speech, he roared in pain, a sound that deepened as it went on, becoming entirely animal as his vocal chords rearranged. He fell onto all fours, his feet and hands having been replaced with hooves and raw muscle.

As all three stood on all fours, the transformation accelerated. They felt as their organs rearranged in their massive bellies, their stomach splitting into five chambers as to better digest huge amounts of food. They lost control of their bowles, leaving piles of filth behind the widened holes. The taints of Jaques and Caleb sucked into their bodies, changing into the fertile wombs of muscle milk cows. The pheromones that they released drove the new bull into a frenzy and he mounted Caleb, who had only moments before been his best bro.

“I’ll leave you three too it, see ya tomorrow bright an early for milking” the farmer left the barn, not even bothering to even close the door. 

The skin of the young men began changing, it hardened, thickening into a rough and thick hide as short, pink hair sprouted across it. The last thing to change was their heads, noses moistened, becoming wide flat across their faces, eyelashes grew and hair fell from their heads. The men’s ears elongated into cow ears, being covered with the same hair that was now thick across their bodies. Their mouths pushed out, becoming snouts as their screams of lust as they mated lowered to base, animalistic grunts, moans then finally moo’s. Finally, Jaques and Caleb began to lose their minds, Chad having already succumbed to his base animal lust. Memories of being human disappeared from them, lives at school and at home, their crushes, their best and worst games everything was replaced with memories of gorging on grass, being milked (or mounting) and restfully sleeping in the barn. 

Despite this, there is evidently still present a bond between the three .The two new cows are inseparable. The same might be said of our new bull, though his mind would treat anything with a hole as an intimate friend

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