mary's little lamb

just a baby. 20. he/him. transexual. ageplay, pee, sick/sneeze fetishist

[lambys-world]

baby dinner

[lostsneeze]

Need someone with one of those apocalyptic colds you see in medicine commercials.

[babyspank-deactivated20260501]

baby’s winter bug ❄️

a nasty bug might turn your headstrong girlfriend into a mewling velcro baby, but luckily there are plenty of ways to nurse her back to health under your tender care:

when she is ill, she is not to go outside, so if she has a job, call in sick for her. she might object that she’s well enough to go into work but that’s not for her to decide

now that you’ve got her stuck at home with you, she needs to be dressed appropriately. layer her up in a thick, snug diaper with plastic pants, and some warm clothes with socks and mitts. for bedtime, she can wear a fleece onesie, or all day if she wants - less laundry for you and better access for changes

she might be a bit more clingy and whiny than usual. while this isn’t really convenient if you’re working from home, let her snuggle under your arm or on your lap. she’s very vulnerable right now so she needs you at all times

remember to check her nappy for accidents more regularly. she might start off with just a sniffle, but it could quickly become a viral infection, which means her lunch is going to go straight through to her diaper and she won’t be as alert to let you know when she’s made a mess

if she’s starting to run a fever, take a moment while changing her to use a rectal thermometer. this could feel uncomfortable for her, but try to comfort her and assure her that it will all be over soon

put her down for a nap when she starts to get too worked up. she’ll likely be overwhelmed at this point so tuck her in her crib with her teddy and pop her binky in her mouth before giving her a kiss to sleep

sure enough your girlfriend will get better in no time and bouncing to return to work - that’s if you haven’t lied to her about calling off sick and instead resigned her from her duties to keep her at home as your baby forever 🍼

[elizabeth-chambers-author]

I’ve been sick the last couple of days, what I wouldn’t give for a caregiver to call me out of work, pull me over their lap, and run their fingers through my hair while I’m sniffling as they take my temperature…

[ftmclementine]

Oh baby, do you need to go potty? Yeah? Did you already wee in your pants a little? Uh oh, looks like you’re still going. You couldn’t stop? It’s okay, I know you’re doing your best.

Looks like you really needed to go! That’s a lot of pee. I bet that feels really good, doesn’t it? Finally relieving the pressure, even if it is in your pants. That’s it, just relax sweetheart.

[snzsuckers]

A is recovering from a cold, so their partner B takes them jogging to help speed up the process. As they jogged, A accidentally inhaled a small leaf into their left nostril while they are panting heavily. At first they didn’t realize the severity of the situation, they just feel something in their nose, which they might mistake as their own mucus. So, they tried to sniff it back.

Then, all of all sudden, it hits them, that this is a foreign object and they just inhaled it in deeper. A wave of ice cold panic instantly washed over their whole body, and not even a second later, a wave of irritation, too, starting from the depth of their nostril but then running down into every single last bit of their muscle. As they panicked, their breathing speed up, causing the leaf to be sniffed in even deeper.

Then, they first coughed, then sneezed. Once, twice, three times. Each one louder and more desperate than the last. Their already inflamed and sensitive nose is now irritated beyond belief. The physical sensation from their nostril soon overtakes their entire mind in terms of occupying their attention. As they sneezed and sneezed none stop, they realized they just. Cant. Get. It. Out. Every last inch of their body is now screaming “SNEEZE IT OUT SNEEZE IT OUT”, but A. Just. Cant.

Meanwhile their partner, B, who was jogging in front, noticed something wrong and rushed back, “A? Is everything okay?”

A shook their head aggressively, while their hands are rubbing their streaming nose. They continued to sneeze and cough in between gasps and moans. B tried talking to them, but they just can’t hear them. At first B wondered if it was their cold or some new allergy, but it’s clear it is none of that. Confused and scared, B, is now forced to just stand and watch A sneezing helplessly, unable to do anything but pacing around.

And then, suddenly, A freezes for a brief second, then their chest produce the slowest, deepest, most desperate inhale yet. And when they reached the peak of their inhale, they freeze for another brief second. Then, without warning, they let out the loudest, most thunderous sneeze ever experienced in their life, with so much force that it might even knock themselves back. As soon as the sneeze escaped, they can feel the exact moment the foreign object fly out of their nostril like a missile, along with almost every last drop of irritated mucus it generated while in there.

As soon as the object and all the mucus escaped, for a second A experienced an instant wave of bliss, first starting from the affected nostril, but then moving across their whole face and then their whole body. Every last tensed muscle in their body relaxed at once, every last bit of stress in their mind gets relieved. For a second, when they catch their first clean breath, it was like pure heaven. Meanwhile B also let out a sigh of satisfying relief, knowing their beloved is okay now.

Then, almost immediately, the leg of A gave in because the none stop sneezing earlier completely drained every last drop of their mental and physical strength, leaving their body a noodle, and their mind a mush. B managed to catch them in time, and they embraced them close while listening to A’s soft, unclogged breathing, finally gaining relief. A is so comfortable that they might even shudder a few times with blissful whimpers now and then. Their affected nostril is still quivering and running but they couldn’t care less.

MINORS AND NONE SNZ FET BLOG DO NOT LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT, NOR INTERACT IN ANY WAYS

[snottycoldz]

i NEED to tie him up while he’s sick with a miserably sneezy, snotty cold and straddle his hips, making sure he can’t cover at all, exploding sneeze after virus-ridden sneeze all over me and making sure i come down with it too

[lambys-world]

Need my Mama to tickle me until I pee

[diapered-bun]

No don't send me that stuffy with a secret nanny cam in it so you can spy on me and catch me doing naughty things and you definitely shouldn't use that to get me to do gross things like pissing myself infront of it so you can watch it and get off.

[lambys-world]

Horny Messposting

Elliott wipes his nose with a groan, a string of snot connecting the sleeve of James's hoodie to his nose. He pulls his hand further away until it snaps and rests over his lip.

"How do you still love me like this?" Elliott asks, gesturing at himself with his fingers peeking out from the stained sleeve.

James just watches him, twitching like a nervous horse.

"Seriously," Elliott sighs.

"You should blow your nose," James says, his typically soft voice peculiarly hoarse.

Before Elliott can even begin to whine about the effort of getting up for tissues, James offers his hand.

"Your..." Elliott blushes, and he isn't sure why.

"I don't know where you keep your tissues," James says, his voice lilting strangely. "And I can just wash my hands."

"Right..." Elliott still feels flustered, but there's something strangely comforting about the idea of it, crazy as it is, so he presses his nose to James's cupped palm and blows out hard, James's hand pushing against his face as though in encouragement. It clears his sinuses somewhat, and he can actually breathe when he pulls away.

His cheeks heat again when he sees the mess he's made in James's hand, slugs of pale golden snot covering the cracks of James's palm, glowing slightly with the lamplight.

"You really... don't care?"

"Not even a little bit," James says. Elliott gets the strange sense that James isn't saying everything.

"Why not?" he presses. He sniffles thickly.

"I've never minded messes that much," James says, his tone off again. "I used to take care of kids, you know."

"And?" Elliott prompts. He's not confident that there's more to it, and maybe it's wishful thinking, considering how his cunt has been pulsing since who knows when, but he has a feeling there's something more to the darkness in James's eyes. It's a look far from concern, though Elliott thinks he can see that on the fringes of it.

James looks wrong-footed. He averts his eyes.

"How much don't you care?" Elliott asks instead.

James's eyes return to Elliott, heavy and serious. "Elliott."

His voice is a warning. Elliott cups the back of James's hand with his own. "Show me."

Several things flash in James's eyes: shock, uncertainty, desire. Elliott stands his ground.

Finally, after a few more seconds, James dips his head lower and, blushing furiously, brings his tongue to his messied palm.

"Fuck," Elliott moans, cunt contracting around nothing. James has been acting weird since Elliott got sick, and it seems like Elliott's finally gotten to the bottom of it. James doesn't look at Elliott at first, but then he does, his eyes burning as he cleans his hand with his tongue, licking up Elliott's snot. Elliott can barely maintain eye contact, James's eyes like twin flames, burning Elliott. His tongue drags in broad strokes, picking up the bulk of it from his palm but leaving some of it on his fingers.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a violent sneeze sneaks up on Elliott, and more snot rockets out of him and onto James.

Elliott moans in relief, and James moans with him, and then they're a tangle of limbs and tongues, James's messy hand sneaking into Elliott's panties, snot-slick fingers teasing his cunt's dewy entrance.

Elliott throws his head back as they slide inside, breaking their kiss. "Fuck. Is that why you've been staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

Elliott drops his head back down and does his best impression of James's intense, hungry stare. James snorts with laughter, his fingers stopping inside Elliott; Elliott suppresses the urge to pout.

"Jesus. I really looked like that?"

"For the past day or so, yeah." Elliott grins at James and rolls his hips. James sighs and kisses Elliott again. Elliott's nose drips into their kiss, and neither of them care, and Elliott moans about it.

It's brief, though his fingers start moving in Elliott again. He smiles. "How about I make you come once or twice and then we get you some soup and a bath?"

Elliott nods eagerly. "Please!"

If this is the kind of treatment he'll get from James, Elliott needs to get sick more often.

[cathedraldream]

a sickie letting their caretaker dote over them while they work — they insist on working, much to the displeasure of their caretaker — their typing is punctuated by sniffles and stifled sneezes that leave a trail of snot on their fingers when they pull them away from their reddened nose ... the caretaker sighing, though not with malice, as they take a tissue and gently wipe the other's nose — the sickie continues to work, but quietly murmurs out a thank you, much too focused on whatever is on their screen to properly give the caretaker their full attention. maybe by the time the sickie has finished whatever they were doing, the caretaker presses a kiss to their forehead and gently shuts their laptop off, looping an arm around their own to gently usher the other to bed ... ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[peach-plumb-pear2]

Mess

Thinking of someone very anxious about their cold being noticed, stifling every sneeze and only blowing their nose in long, draining sessions in the bathroom. But this cold is has them totally stopped up, nose constantly running, and not with clear, chafing fluid but thick, opaque snot. Before too long, they stifle into their hands in a meeting, horrified to feel warm slugs of snot against their fingers. They scurry away to the bathroom, where they blow their nose and wash their hands meticulously, only to sneeze again, spraying mess all over their shirt.

[gay-for-the-snz]

Someone out at a bar because they were in the mood to get out and mingle for the night, maybe get lucky enough to go home with someone

While they're ultimately unsuccessful in that venture, they do spend the night on the dance floor, swapping partners and swapping conversation until late into the evening. They don't think anything of it that they're tired or that a headache is coming on--after all, they've been dancing all evening, and the lights are bright and the music is loud--nor do they think much about the fact that they're starting to get a little sniffly--alcohol often does that to them, doesn't it?

It isn't until the next morning when they wake up fully and undoubtedly sick that they put two and two together and realize a few people may have gone home with more than just their number...

[peach-plumb-pear2]

Cw contagion

As she swallows to soothe her prickling throat, tying on her apron at work, she thinks of the person she had the misfortune of sitting next to on the crowded bus three days ago. Right as she sat down, pushed into the empty seat by the crowd, the other miserably sick young woman fumbled with a packet of tissues. She barely snatched out two before she sneezed, a raspy, exhausted Hehhhischhhhhh! that she only half covered. She blew her nose after that for what seemed like minutes, before clutching the messy tissues in her fist and coughing. Then she had pulled the cord, mumbled "Scuse me" and stood to exit. Distracted, she'd sneezed again, a drenching double, mist pluming from her mouth and globs of snot splattering everywhere.

[lambys-world]

Mama who can't get enough of his sick baby. He's all but pouncing on him, and his baby is just as needy, pawing at Mama everywhere. Mama is kissing his baby, careless of the way his baby's nose leaks into the kiss. His baby eventually whines enough for Mama to pull away, and he complains of an itchy, stuffy nose.

So, Mama induces his boy, twirling a coffee stirrer in his nostril until a sneeze rockets out of him. It's a light spray, getting in Mama's face, but it's nothing compared to what comes out as he sneezes more and more. All the backed up snot in his nose comes shooting out with every sneeze, and even streaked with his boy's mess, Mama is mesmerized and unable to stop, obsessed with everything about his baby's sneeze—the sound but also the way his little brows draw up and nose wrinkles and mouth opens and that relieved moan he releases after.

When his baby's head is fuzzy and his congestion is reduced, Mama has him blow into his hand and rubs his filthy hand over his cock. His baby is a squirmy, whimpery mess, and by the time Mama's cock is pressing inside, he's already gotten his vibrator out, eager even with his mind clouded. His focus is solely on his Mama and the pleasure Mama gifts to him.

When Mama's baby comes around his cock, Mama manages to fuck him through it—but when his baby lets out a dazed sneeze all on his own, his cunt rippling around Mama's cock, Mama can't help but come, flooding his baby's insides.

After, Mama listens to his baby's open-mouthed breathing as his baby dozes. He's only slightly satisfied, and he knows his baby is too; in some hours, they'll stir and fuck again, unable to get enough of one another.

[lambys-world]

Coughing and sneezing into your caregiver

[lambys-world]

CW sick fetish, mess

Burdened with thoughts of a sick little and his horny caregiver. The little is blowing his nose into his caregiver's hand, and the caregiver uses the snot to lube up a toy for the little or to touch himself. The little is shameless and just moans at this. They are icky and in love

[peach-plumb-pear2]

Horny cock warning + contagion

Settling your poor sick darling on your thigh, thigh strap on, they're nice and snug. Wrapping both of you up in a blanket cocoon. Watching a movie, inducing them gently all throughout, till they're wriggling and too tender.

Doing the same setup next week when you're sick, sneezing over their shoulder, getting them all pent up.