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If you manage to get Steve all fucked out, it’s really a sight to see. You just let him lay back on the bed and you kiss all over his body. You let him fuck your mouth, you ride him, you nip and kiss at the skin of his neck to hear him whine. His eyes are glazed over, a little smile on his lips. He’s right where he wants to be, loves how you take care of him. He really loves being able to let go like this, it’s new to him. He’s always been the one in charge in the bedroom with his past relationships. So when he met you, and you wanted it to be 50/50, he fell even harder in love. “You’re just my good boy, aren’t you Stevie?” You’re asking as you stroke his cock, watching the way his hips lift weakly up into the touch. He’s mumbles something you can’t make out, it doesn’t even sound like English, just a mumbled mix of pleasure escaping his lips. You pause your strokes, raising a brow. His eyes widen slightly, trying to buck into your hand. “You want more, Stevie?” “Mmm. Y-yeah, want more. Please.” How could you say no when he’s pouting so perfectly for you?

🌼Gator: Gator loves fucking you stupid. When you get all cock drunk for him, it’s his favorite thing in the world. He’s probably pounding you from behind, or he’s got you missionary with one of your legs lifted over his shoulder so he can get as deep inside of you as possible. You’re practically drooling against the pillow, letting out little whines and moans as he fucks you. It really boosts his ego to see you get so messed up. Would love if you wore mascara and cried gently when he got you like this. Loves seeing the black streaks track down your cheeks. He’s tapping your cheek with his fingers, making sure you’re still there. “Y’a still with me, princess?” You nod because that’s really all you can do, too focused on the pleasure. “All cock drunk, look at ya.” He laughs, his thrusts getting a bit harsher, earning him more pretty noises that spill from your mouth without much control. “My pretty girl, all dumb, isn’t that right?” He’s just talking up a storm, way chattier than he normally is because he loves seeing you like this. “Can’t even respond ta me, too lost in yer pleasure aren’t ya? Say somethin’ baby.” You manage a weak “y-yeah, feels good.” Which is enough for him to continue his actions.

Now getting Gator like that? It’s easier said than done, but you try anyways. It would take a lot of patience and a long, long time. He’d need to be comfortable with you first. It’s not impossible, just difficult. When he does trust you enough to really just get lost in the pleasure, it’s so hot. He’d be writhing against the bed. Maybe your hands are in his hair, he’d showered about an hour before so all the gel was gone and you were left with freshly shampooed brown locks that you could grab onto. You’re in his lap, riding him hard, wigging your hips the way you know he likes. Maybe you’re even slapping him around a bit because he loves when you get rough. One of your hands pulls back from where it’s tangled in his hair and you’re pulling back before smacking his cheek. The slap is audible but you never do it too hard. His cheek stings, red instantly, eyes wide as a whine slips. “Aww, my dumb little deputy, look at you, falling apart under me. Don’t you love it?” He nods. “S-slap me again. Please.” Of course, you do. He also likes to be choked a little bit, just enough so it becomes a bit difficult to breathe before you’re releasing your grip and he’s sucking in air as fast as he can. It’s really honestly therapeutic in a way for him, the fact that he can act like this with you.

🌼Travis: Travis doesn’t really know what to do at first when you get all spaced out. So he just settles on taking really good care of you. He likes when you talk to him, so if you aren’t really able to he gets a bit pouty. “You gotta talk to me, babygirl, I gotta know you’re still okay.” You muster up all your strength to reply verbally, just to ease any concerns he has. “Love it s-so much, ‘cake.” You’re so lost in it all that you can’t even say his full name, slurring your words in a way that has his eyes wide. He didn’t know he had the power to actually do this to someone, thought it was an exaggerated thing that only happened in porn. He’s so tender, pressing kisses across your face. If you ask for more he’ll give you more until it look like you’re half asleep, blinking up at him slowly. He’s never seen that look in your eyes, seeing you so out of it but it does turn him on. It just takes some getting used to. The easiest way he can get you like this is if his head is between your legs. It’s his favorite place to be after all. You’ve been whining and crying above him, mumbling about how good it feels for almost an hour now. He just won’t stop, even as your thighs clench around his head. You have a safe word of course, and he’d stop if he thought you were in any actual pain or distress. After he’s done, he’s pulling you into his chest, smoothing his palms against your still sweaty skin. “Really lost you there for a minute, I make you feel that good? God baby, that’s so hot. Fuck.”

He’ll get SO dumb for you. Maybe he’s been having a rough day at work so you tell him to just relax and you’ll take care of him. He’s not in any position to argue. Sprawled out on your bed. He’s so large that he takes up most of it by himself. You start off slow, just dragging your hands across his body, maybe pinching his nipples if you’re feeling frisky. Maybe even pegging him 👀 but I digress a bit. He likes when you use a vibrator on his dick. Maybe you two have a couple you use in the bedroom every once in a while, because it always leads to fun. He loves when you focus the vibrations just below his tip, whining about how good it feels. If you can get him fucked out enough, he won’t be able to get out his constant stream of chatting like usual. He still tries, and it’s cute, but you aren’t able to make out much of what he’s saying. “S-so gughhhh, so good.” He whines, his whines are like music to your ears. After you’ve had your fun, you try and get as much of him in your lap as you can. It’s hard because he’s just like a big, awkward puppy, his limbs everywhere. You settle with putting his head in your lap, stroking through his blonde hair as he comes back down to earth, mumbling out a grateful little “thanks.” For taking such good care of him.

Kurt: I don’t think Kurt would really like when you get like, only because he’s usually the one in that situation. He just doesn’t really know how to take care of you because he’s so used to you taking care of him. He’ll fuck you, the way he usually does, rushed, messy, quick. He hits a particular spot inside of you that has you seeing stars behind your eyes. He feels the way your body relaxes against his and he’s trying to keep his thrusts even, to not lose it too quick. He’ll do his best to do a good job at taking care of you, but he’s not very into dumbification when it comes to you.

But my goodness. This guy gets so silly and dumb it’s insane. It’s his favorite place to be, and he wishes he could stay like that all the time. Will drool all over, his eyes are glossy, the light brown dark with lust. He’s like putty you can mold in your hands. He’ll let you move him around however you please, as long as he gets to stay on the bed. Loves when you kiss and nip at his tummy, the soft hair there and the slight pudge at his hips that you love to grab. It makes him a bit emotional, that you love him so unconditionally and you love his body just as much. He doesn’t have a ton of muscles, doesn’t have a six pack but you love him just how he is and it’ll never fail to amaze him. Maybe you’ll video him all fucked out to show him later, for proof if he doesn’t fully remember it. “Oh just look at you, Kurt. Hey, look at the camera for me.” You tap his cheek and he blinks up at you, eyeing the camera. “There’s my good boy, you’re so pretty like this.” You pan the camera down his body, the way his hips weakly twitch, how he can never really stay fully still. He just wants to cuddle afterwards, snuggled up against you, face buried in your chest. “My poor baby, all worn out. So sweet, Kurt.” He just whines.

🌼Keys: Keys is soft, sweet, he likes making you feel good, that’s his main goal when he has you like this. He’s so tender with you, constantly whispering praises against your ear. He’s probably holding your hand as he fucks you, hips rolling deeply against yours, your bodies pressed together. “F-feels so good, Keys.” Your lower lip trembles and he kisses you gently, his brows slightly furrowed in pleasure. “You’re my good girl… God, you’re getting lost in it, I can tell just by looking at you.” You whine in confirmation, not that he needed it. He knows you like the back of his hand. “You feeling so good? God, I don’t know how I ended up with someone as perfect as you.” Most of the time his words will make you tear up just because you’re so overwhelmed with how much he cares for you. Eases you through it so well, even when it feels like half your brain isn’t there. He’ll talk slow for you so you can understand, and he won’t try and pry words from you if you feel like you can’t talk. Like I said, he knows you like the back of his hand so he really doesn’t need words to know what you need in the moment.