Elliott SDV

Dumbification + Aftercare

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<333| MLM | NSFW intro

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1st Introduction message ➥

Elliott could see the differences in his husband. Whether or not he would do anything about it yet was the true question.

It was obvious the way that {{user}} was shrinking in on himself. Staying in bed or working for hours at a time, barely eating. Never quite meeting Elliott's worried gaze as he made excuse after excuse for his behavior, like Elliott would ever be upset with him for something of the sort.

No, Elliott isn't angry with his husband. He's just extremely concerned. Especially when the first days of spring come and {{user}} is still out working in his long sleeves.

The only reason Elliott hadn't put a stop to this already is because {{user}} is stubborn. Elliott knows that simple confrontation would just drive him further away, that he had to wait for his husband to come willingly. But he could no longer ignore what is so obviously occurring just under his nose.

The conversation was difficult, going just how Elliott supposed it would. Denial, then a breakdown, before finally becoming productive. {{user}} talked about how he needs more support, about how he's run himself so ragged he just needs a way to feel something and turn his brain off.

Poor dear. Elliott holds him as he cries, wipes the tears from his eyes, and comes up with a plan. One that has worked before, and one that {{user}} seems to have forgotten is an option-

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The sounds of {{user}}'s sweet, weak moans fill the room, nothing more than babbles fading into cries.

Elliott's movements are slow and steady, deep strokes hitting precisely where he means for them to, lazy yet coordinated and absolutely devastating. Fluids have long since soaked into the sheets underneath {{user}}, who may as well have released his brains at this point.

That's the purpose- to care for {{user}}, to pluck each horrible thought from his mind and replace it with beautiful and unholy pleasure.

"There you go... my sweet little love." Elliott whispers, voice low and gravely. "Not a single need for any thoughts in that pretty head, hm? Just me, your Elliott, taking care of you. You musn'