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[lotuseatinglamb]

Piss, sneezing, contagion, puppy play

I just think if your puppy runs himself ragged and gets a cold, you should make him kneel on a puppy pad, get him good and hydrated, and make him sneeze till he leaks. That should teach him a lesson.

Then of course a bath and bed and scritches.

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lazy Saturday morning omo where she wakes up needing to piss but wants to sleep in more, so she rolls over and ignores her need. every time it pulls her away from sleep, she just readjusts herself to extend her rest. at first, she’s simply laying on her side with her legs together, then she crosses them, and soon she’s bunching up the blankets tight between her thighs. eventually, her bladder won’t let her go back to sleep fully, but she still doesn’t want to get up, still wants to relax and doze off. she pulls the blankets tighter and crosses her ankles for good measures.

by that point, she has to squeeze her thighs and occasionally squirm, and the pressure between her legs feels undeniably good when she does. subtle thigh clenching becomes occasional rubbing and eventually desperate little ruts while she pulls the covers ever tighter up to get through waves of desperation as they come with increasing strength. when it reaches the point of really urgent, the level of desperation where she knows she’s going to start leaking soon if she doesn’t bolt now, she’s already muffling moans in her pillow and humping the blanket from more than just desperation. her thin pyjama shorts are wet long before she leaks, sticking to her quivering pussy and swollen little clit. every time she rubs on the covers, she feels herself pulse inside and add to the wetness. when she first leaks, she doesn’t even feel the difference because she’s already soaked through her clothes, only experiencing a flash of heat and a moment of both relief and panick. gasping, she crosses her legs at the knees, the cover still trapped between them, and hastens her grinding pace. it’s useless, of course, she’s fighting a losing battle against her body, but she’s still sleepy and her mind is hazy with arousal, so getting up doesn’t even cross her mind. besides, she’s certain that if she had to unlock her legs and get up now, she’d wet herself before making it out of her room. fuck. the thought of the relief she would feel makes heat pulse in her lower stomach. she feels more drops escape her.

when the drops turn to full spurts, she only doubles down on her grinding. her crotch is soaked now, more than her own arousal could ever do, but it’s far from just piss. piss wouldn’t feel so slick on her thighs. it wouldn’t make her wet shorts rub so nicely on her aching pussy. heat rises inside her with every thrust against the wet material and every pulse of warmth. there’s a growing wet spot on the blankets, one that’s approaching real troublesome to deal with, but she’s too turned on and too close to care. she keeps humping and biting down breathless little gasps of pleasure, keeps spurting, and every time it feels like a tantalizing glimpse of the orgasm building up. when she loses control for several long seconds, a loud hiss resonates and she almost panics, pulling the covers as tight as she can between her legs. the flow dims, is forced to stop by sheer pressure, she trembles, and then her muscles throb again, allowing another gush out, and that’s when she finally comes. it takes her almost by surprise, and knocks the wind out of her. she gasps, tenses all over, and shivers, as her pussy uncontrollably throbs and clenches down. she humps hard and fast to ride it out, rubbing her clit right into the covers, as she squirts and gushes all over them. by the time pleasure starts receding, she’s shaking and unable to keep holding at all. she finally gives up and lets go, releasing the tension in her body, allowing it to happen now. it’s too late anyways, the blankets are ruined, and she’s never making it to the bathroom to finish there. she gently grinds through it, savouring the aftershocks and the relief.

seems like this this Saturday will be a laundry day then.

[lotuseatinglamb]

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[lotuseatinglamb]

Mess/snot, some d/s vibes, age play, finger fucking w/ snot, Daddy/boi stuff, also 2nd person.

[I use the word cunt in this]

Your boi gets home from work and immediately crawls into bed, taking off his clothes first, then grabbing the stuffed animal that sits in his corner. You find some tissues and other supplies and join him. His cold is much worse than when he left his morning. Dark purple rings have formed under his eyes.

He sneezes openly, spray illuminated by the sun setting through the window. It's itchy and mouthy, and it happens twice more. His eyes glimmer as you slide in bed, two slugs of snot dribbling down to his chapped lips.

He blinks, frustrated and needy, cheeks flushed. You bring your hand to his nose, tap it with your finger. "Told you to stay home."

He pouts and sniffles. The snot globs quiver. You wipe his nose gently with your hand. You keep it there. "Blow," you say.

He puts some effort into it even though he's weak, coating your palm and fingers. It's not the clear drizzle of an ignorable cold, but opaque, viscous, and certainly full of the viruses that are already likely taking over your own sinuses.

You steady him with your other arm, then bring your slicked hand down to his cunt. He's so warm you can feel his heat before you even touch him. When you slip in he moans loudly, with a crackle in at the end. He draws you in like he needs your fingers in him, so wet you can feel the snot dissolving. You fuck into him, gently at first, then harder. His head falls to your shoulder and he sniffles in your ear, his nose running again. He sneezes again, coating both of you, a hot rush of warmth cascading over your hand.

"Get the vibe," you say, and he complies, even though coming might shake him apart. You help him set it up and then return your attention to fucking him, his cunt rippling around your fingers, fever hot.

It's barely been a minute before he comes, panting, his legs shaking. His face is a mess, tears and snot brimming over, his mouth open gasping and moaning. You consider fucking him through another orgasm but he looks spent. "Good job, sweet boy," you say, taking the vibe from him and clicking it off. You roll him over onto your chest, then cover him with the blanket. He falls asleep almost immediately, trailing drool on your chest as he snores.

[lotuseatinglamb]

ugh fine. i'll go jerk off to something unethical and gross

[lotuseatinglamb]

CW intox, ageplay, sick fet

Baby comes home from a party, their nose stopped up and red and their cheeks just as flushed. They're giggly, clingy. Their eyes, too, are bloodshot. They see Mama in bed and have tunnel vision suddenly.

Mama grumbles from being woken up as Baby tips into bed, toeing their shoes off and shedding their clothes clumsily. They wipe their nose on their sleeve one last time before shedding their sweater.

When Baby is bare, Mama has woken up enough to start touching their little love. Their hand rests on Baby's thigh.

"Mamaaa," Baby says, pleased and aroused. They sniffle thickly. Mama murmurs something displeased and then sits up enough to reach toward Baby's face.

"Blow," Mama says, their hand cupped over Baby's nose. Baby blushes but does what they're told, and snot rockets out of their nose and into Mama's hand. "Good."

Mama reaches for Baby's chest then, smearing their mess over their puffy nipples. Baby gasps and leans into Mama, their mind clouded with the marijuana in their system.

Baby had an okay time tonight, but they know it's only getting better from here.

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I haven't been his Dada in a looooong while, but it fits so naturally. Like riding a bike. I know this boy <3

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Mama is enough for me! I'm just curious about the concept

Having a Mama and a Dada… maybe not two who are together but just having both … much to think about

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Having a Mama and a Dada… maybe not two who are together but just having both … much to think about

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Caregiver/Mommy kink, mess

Consenting adults, etc

It's 12:30 am. You hear the shuffle of feet, a thick sniffle. "Mama," he croaks. "Can't sleep."

Before you're done sleepily patting the bed, he's crawled into your arms. You kiss his sweaty forehead. He smells so deeply of him, pungent from sweat, his hair a little greasy. He also smells like cherry chapstick; it's not just on his lips, but on the chapped skin around his mouth and under his drippy nose.

You touch his stomach, above the pullups you slid on him before bedtime. He's been queasy from swallowing snot. He's been a good boy, drinking lots of water and tea. "Tummy?" you ask sleepily.

He shakes his head, taps his nose wordlessly.

You reach to the nightstand for a toothpick and a handful of tissues. The two of you have done this so many times you can do it in the dark with relative safety. It won't take much. His nose is so tender that you barely have to touch inside before---

Two sneezes rocket out, thick snot pouring from his swollen sinuses, followed by a third. Messy perfect boy.

"Don't sniffle," you command, moving to wipe the slime from his face. When you've gotten most of it, you ask him to blow, and he gives it his all. It seems to exhaust him, so you don't induce him again. He'd also start getting squirmy and need to come if you kept going.

When he's clean, he snuggles against you, his fever sweat soaking into your pajama pants. Magically, he's out like a light.

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baby accidentally wetting in Mama's lap when Mama starts touching them over their undies

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dog dad huffing n growling above his son as he pounds his aching hole x puppy son whining n drooling for his old man as he cums again

[lotuseatinglamb]

You didn't complain when I asked you to start calling me mommy. Or when I starting putting you to bed early. Or when I began dressing you. Or cutting up your food.

What makes you think you can say no to mommy now? Put on the diaper, love. It's time for bed.

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I can’t stop thinking about regressing a hyper independent person and making them my clingy baby. Wanting every ounce of mommy’s attention, giving me grabby hands and whining the second I put them down and wanting nothing more than to be skin to skin with mommy, as they use my thumb as a replacement for their paci. Never having to think about all their adult responsibilities because mommy takes care of everything when they’re little. Why should a precious baby have to worry about adult stuff? All my little needs to think about is when they next get their diaper changed and when they can get nursed by mama again 💕..

[lotuseatinglamb]

rotating a really drunk big brother x tiny naive little brother. he's blithely touching his little brother over his clothes while they watch a video essay. he has to… the big boy juice makes him do it… etc. he cuddles his little brother, who's all squirmy from having to go potty…

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Don’t you feel like such a good baby for me when you pee your pants at my command? Isn’t that all you want to be? Just a good little baby for me who can’t even keep their pants dry, who doesn’t even think about the idea of being an “adult,” as if you could ever convincingly pull that off.

You don’t have to play pretend anymore, kiddo. Don’t you want an excuse to not have to live up to all those adult expectations of you? You can just be my coddled little baby. I’ll take care of you and all your needs. You won’t have to worry about a thing, other than filling your diapers, of course.

If you’re extra good, maybe Daddy will even give you some playtime during your next diaper change. Would you like that, sweetie? I bet you would.

[lotuseatinglamb]

someone keep sliding energy drinks to me until i suddenly stand up to go to the bathroom but immediately start pissing myself and fall to my knees crying