(Crawls into your inbox all decrepit and weak) please…..spare some mammon dumbification…..
Mayday mayday! They need Mammon dumbification, stat!
🂱 Mammon Dumbification HCs 🂱
{top/dom!mc, bottom/sub!Mammom, gn!mc, pact play, dumbification, a little bit of possessive Mams, biting.}
Mammon first brought up the topic over text. It was around midday, when the two of you had the House of Lamentation to yourself. You thought about heading to his room, but decided to just write back from yours.
Mammon: I read this real weird article about pacts.
About people using them to, uh, get creative.
“Creative how?”
Mammon: Well, I saw uh… some people like to use their pact to put their partner in some kinda trace. And they both get off on it!”
“Are you interested in trying it?”
Mammon: Well, a little. I mean, it’s real interesting, ain’t it? I mean, I’d kinda like to see if a human like you could really have that much power over the Great Mammon.
“So you are interested.”
“I’m alone in my room.”
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Mammon sits next to you on the bed, facing towards you and nervously licking his lips. He’s flushed red, his hands curled into fists. He’s excited, but a bit nervous. He’s never done anything like this before… and he’s mostly worried he’ll embarrass himself in front of you.
But isn’t the thought of that rather exciting as well?
You trace your hands up his back, starting by his waist where his leathery wings flap around you, up his spine and over all the pretty white marks, all the way to his shoulders. “Relax a bit,” you command, and his shoulders slump. You massage them as a reward, and he moves a bit closer to you.
“Relax… relax your mind, Mammon.” He shivered again, parting his lips in a gasp of relief. His eyes were beginning to get a little cloudy, with pangs of hunger within them.
“Just completely relax, my treasure. Don’t worry, just focus on feeling good.”
His tongue began to peek out, a little drool coming off in drops. He mumbled, something, “s’good,” was the only coherent bit.
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You gently push him back onto the bed, and he flops over with a gasp. “Nnngh, ey human! Careful pushin around the… a-actually,” he shivers, “could you do that again?”
“You want me to push you again?” You raise an eyebrow.
“F-feels good, it ah, it’s cause you’re real strong. How’d you get so strong for a… a human, huh? You’re like… a human, but you’re strong.”
You put a stop to his babbling by crawling over him, placing your knees around his waist, and your hands on his shoulders, pushing him deep into the bed.
“Mmmh, see? Strong human. Good, good big strong human. That’s my human.”
“What do you want next, my treasure?”
“Mmmh,” he replied, wiggling around to try and take off his pants.
“Do you want me to touch you?” You coo.
“Nngh, that’s a good idea! S-smart human, you always kn-know just what to do, ha-ahh..”
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While under the dumbification spell, Mammon gets much, much more possessive. As the Avatar of Greed, he wants you all the time, he can’t help it. A part of him wants to keep you to himself, but at the same time he knows that isn’t right.
But once he’s under your spell, he can’t help himself but to cling close to you. All he knows is master makes him feel so, super good, so master needs to stay with Mammon.
He pouts and whines every time you take your hands off him, even if it’s only a moment. And if you try to get up? No way, human! He clings tightly to you, wrapping his arms and legs around you.
He might even make like he’s going to bite you, snapping his teeth around the air your hand just occupied, always just a moment short of actually biting you.
You could try to punish him for it, but when you try, he gives you big puppy dog eyes and lets out a genuine damn whine. He even tries to kiss your hand where he nearly bit you. Could you really stay mad at such a sweet little dog?
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As you fuck him, Mammon wiggles around even more than usual. His wings flap desperately, and he moans tremendously loudly. He babbles about how good you feel, how he wants to feel every inch inside him.
All of Mammon’s obedience goes out the window in favor of chasing each impulsive whim, every opportunity to grasp a little more of you, to feel you a little deeper, to feel more of your strength. He wraps his arms around you tightly, so tight you might even have to remind him to loosen up so you can thrust faster. He’ll apologize, but he’ll definitely do it again.
Finally, when under the spell, he cums a lot quicker than normal, and you slow down to check in on him… only for him to start wiggling and moaning.
“M-more, fuck me more, I want more, m-make me cum more, more, more!” He whines, grinding himself against you. “S-speed up again, please gimme more. Please, pleaase!”
“Relax, Mammon,” you coo and go back to smacking your hips against his, and he gasps with relief, mumbling both gracious thanks and demands for even more.
You’re going to be trapped with the needy Avatar of Greed for quite the while.