#Lesbian sneeze

[boobsneezevids]

sorry i've been gone so long. i've been busy. hopefully some lacy red underwear and a tickle in my nose will be a good apology?

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#snzbian #lesbian sneeze #snzblr #snz video #my video #sneezefucker

[boobsneeze]

a "little" collection of the gifs i've made for my videos (watch here)

#snzblr #sneeze gifs #snzbian #lesbian sneeze #some of you may notice there are more gifs than videos #this is because you haven't seen all i have to offer yet xxx #my gifs

[snzyflowrr]

I’ve made some OCs!!! i feel like i never see many wlw stuff on snzblr, so i did it myself. Let me know if you want me to make a post specifically about the two if them and their personalities and such.

CW: mess and sneezes

The morning sunlight streamed through their open window. Molly’s eyes fluttered open, and she inhaled deeply. She rolled over feeling warm and calm after a restful night. By her side was her girlfriend Emilia. Laying on her back, arms spread out around her, dark brown hair splayed on the bed. 

Both girls were in their bras and pajama shorts because of the sweltering July heat wave. Molly sat up, straddling Emilia and pressing gentle kisses to her sun-tanned skin. Molly went to kiss behind her ear when she was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to sneeze. 

Molly gasped in anticipation and pinched her fingers over her nose in an attempt not to wake her sleeping girlfriend.

“Hih-gnxxtt!” She smothered between her fingers.

But it was too late, “Good morning, love,” Emilia sighed.

“Sorry I d-didn't me-mean to wake you like that,” Molly tried to hold back, but the itch was now burning in her nose. 

“S’all right,” Emilia shrugged, running her hands over Molly’s thighs. “What do you fancy for breakfast?”

“I huh… I huh… h-hold on I’m going to sne-sneeze- HIh-tcchhmp! Hih- Tchchmpt!! Tchhgnnt- guhh!” 

Molly spluttered three quick sneezes into her wrist.

“Bless you,” Emilia said when the spurt was finished.

“Th-thank… HIH-GTchchhnnt!!, ugh thank you,” Molly soughed. 

“Bless you,” Emilia said more passionately this time. 

“Fuck my nose itches,” Molly complained and scrubbed the heel of her palm against her nose to try and get relief from the persistent tickling. 

The irritant in Molly’s nose grew itchier, burning her nose. Molly could feel the snot building in her sinuses knowing that it was only a matter of time before it came spilling out. She put her finger under her nose to try and hold back the sneeze. But with every hitching inhale, it became clear that she could not control it.

“I'm… g-going t-to… I’m go-going to snee-huh- sneeze again… HIH-CHhhmptt!! HIH-Tshxxgnt!! Hump-Gnxxtchhh!! HIH- GNXXGTCHH!!! HIH- TXXHCH-Hnnkkk!”

Molly couldn’t hold it in anymore, double over Emilia’s body, rapid sneezes wracking her. She tried in vain to stifle the sneezes; in hopes to keep the mess at bay. This action only brought more to the front. Each sneeze was wetter than before and after the last sneeze exploded from her, she had a trail of snot running down her face.

“Sorry,” Molly said meekly.

“Here,” Emilia said, handing Molly a tissue.

“Guhh, thank you,” Molly said gratefully.

“Good to get all the morning congestion out, eh?” Emilia joked.

“You're not funny,” Molly said, mopping up the mess on her bottom lip.

She then blew her nose with a damp squelching noise from congestion. This proved to be a mistake. The allergen in Molly’s nose was stirred by the blowing; the tickle was back in full force. 

“Oh god… not again,” Molly moaned before being subject to five consecutive wet sneezes. 

“Bless you, love,” Emilia chimed sympathetically.

Molly had completely drenched her tissue, making it useless. But she could feel another spurt of sneezes coming on, “I… I n-need a huh… huh…” Molly’s breath hitched wildly as she tried to stop the onslaught of sneezes. “I need a-another t-t-tissue,”

Emilia pressed a fresh tissue to Molly’s nose, and as if on cue, she gave in to the volley of desperate sneezes.

“HIH-GNNXXCHH! HIH- TCHXXXMPT! HIH-TCHNNXXMNT!! HIh- GNXXGHTEWW!! HIH- ITCHCHXXNGTEWW!!!”

“Bless you, bless you!” Emilia said, rubbing Molly’s arms to soothe her. 

Molly desperately shoved the tissue to her nose trying to catch the snot that was dribbling out after each exhausting sneeze. Her voluminous breast bounced with each burst, spilling out of her bra. 

Molly quickly doused her second tissue and reached for another just in time for another bout of sneezing. 

Each fit grew in intensity as her nose tried to rid itself of this irritant. Expelling a mass amount of snot, doubling Molly over in the process, her boobs vibrating as explosive sneeze after explosive sneeze took hold of her.

“I c-can’t s-s-stop… HIH-TXXCHHNTT! HIH-TCHHHUNCHH!! I can’t s-stop… heh… huH… HIH- GNNTCHH-GUUHH!!! I can’t stop sneezing-TCHHHEWW!!”

“bless you, poor thing!” Emilia said, feeling useless in this situation. She wanted to help Molly but she knew there wasn’t anything to do but wait for it to end. Molly’s bangs fell into her eyes after each violent sneeze so Emilia took it upon herself to push them back into place after each fit. 

Throwing her seventh drenched tissue on the bed Molly reached down to grab another to find the box empty. 

“Oh god… huh… guuh we’re o-out if tiss-tissues.” Molly gasped. “They’re too m-messy I… I c-can’t con-control them.”

“It’s alright, you're okay,” Emilia tried to reassure her but she could see the beginning of another fit developing. 

“It t-tick-tickles so bad,” Molly gasped for breath. “So… itch-itchy… I can’t st-stop sn-sn-sneezing.” 

Molly was hitching trying to fight the sneezes. Her breasts bobbed uncontrollably with frantic heaving breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Oh, g-god I-it’s st-starting…” Molly pinched her nose to try and rid the tickle, but her thunderous breaths revealed that they would be no use. “I c-c-can’t hold it… guhh… it’s c-coming… HIH-NXXXXTSHHH! HiH-GNNXXXCHHH!! HUH… HUUH… HIIIH! … HIIH-TSHXXXCHUMMP!! HEH… HEH…EHH… HIIH-TCHXXXCHHTT-GNNXXXT!!” 

Molly had her fingers pinched firmly on her nose. Shuddering as her body cried to feel relief. Hitching and moaning in anticipation, Molly gasped for breath. “It… HUUH… it won’t ssstop…. HIIH… I can’t… HIIH!��� can’t stifle anymore … GUUHH… UHH…GUUH”

Molly grabbed her enormous breasts as they continued to bounce without restraint. Tilting her head back as anguished never-ending hitches took hold.

“It’s going to b-be s-s-so HEH… HUH… mu-mu-messy… HIIH HEH HEH HEH… HIIH-ITCHSSHHHMMPT! HIH-TCHCHHMMPTT! HUMP-TXCHH-TNXXCHHH-TCCHHSSHEW-TCHHHEWW!”

Molly’s sneezes tumbled out of her, unrestrained and instantaneous. Leaning forwards into her chest soaking her boobs with messy sneezes that wouldn’t stop. The fit continued as Molly’s body convulsed into her jerking breasts. Each torturous sneeze was followed by a breathless moan, mess dripping from her nose creating a pool on her breast.

When the fit subsided; Molly was left messy, moaning, breathless, and exhausted. Her chest is still rising and falling from exertion. 

Molly scrubbed her hand under her nose leaving a trail of snot on her hand.

“Bless you!” Emilia said. 

“I really need a tissue,” Molly said, looking down at her boobs and hands covered in congestion.

“That’s my fault I should always have an extra box for you,” Emilia said, running her hands through Molly’s hair.

“I hate hay fever,” Molly moaned.

“I’m sorry love, I hate seeing you like this,” Emilia cupped Molly’s head in her hands. “Let’s clean you up, yeah?”

#Dropping this and running #In summary big tiddy sneezes #I’m very nervy about this #sneezefucker #sneezing fit #snzblr #sneezeblr #snz #wlw sneeze #Lesbian sneeze

[sneezinbird-new]

GAY HORSES GIRLS!!!

#fanart :P #mlp #my little pony #applejack #rainbow dash #appledash #mlp shipping #mlp ship art #art #lesbian #sneeze draws

[farthertothemoon]

Someone resolving to take their partners temperature after noticing their normal upbeat attitude and playful snarkiness had been diminished and becoming more and more obviously fake throughout the day. Only, the moment their hand makes contact, their poor partner collapses into them with a desperate, wrenching sneeze directed into their shoulder, shaking weakly. They sniffle pitifully, all pretence of feigning health long gone.

"I thingk I'mb comin' down with something," they say with a shiver, hints of congestion already peeking through into their rough voice.

#snz #snzblr #sneeze kink #snz kink #snz prompt #sherri and gine #honestly them #some of my unshared lesbians too #sneezeblr #moonrambles #moonwalk&talk

[nostrildamus]

tonight I would like to express my thanks and admiration for all the sapphic snzfuckers. if you're sapphic and you fuck a sneeze this one's for you

#idk i just think they're neat #the best of us all #sneeze kink #let's go lesbians

[wickedsniffles]

Did I have life-changing sex and then have my partner curl into me and sneeze over half a dozen times this morning?

Yes. Yes I did 🫣

#fuuuuuck I can't even form a coherent thought right now #I've said it before but the sex itself is so good and as soon as it's over THAT happens? #I was so ready for round three #they are incredible #they've been sneezing all day because of my cat and the trees #soooo fucking cute #snz kink #snzblr #partner obs #snzario #lesbians in snz #snz

[snezus-christ-risen]

I am both pleased and ashamed to debut my En//canto fixation (and primary source of dopamine) to the world. About a month ago, after having watched the movie for the forty-eighth time (#momlife), a thought crept into my mind later that night (and I’m blaming the edible for this one): has anyone ever made this Bruno guy sneeze? I knew from the moment I took to Google to find out that I was already in too deep. So I wrote a little something myself, for myself. Part II to follow if this hyper fixation doesn’t burn out and die before I get around to finishing it.

Stubborn Things, Part I - Aperitivos

(Part II - https://www.tumblr.com/snezus-christ-risen/748150063515287552/back-blessed)

Colds were stubborn things. Notoriously incurable, it’s only natural that they would pose a challenge to the woman who could heal almost anything. To Julieta, almost anything was an evasive mental itch, a thorn in her side, one elusive combination of ingredients away from becoming everything. What did it matter how many bones or tendons she could mend if she couldn’t even conquer the sniffles?

Julieta was a stubborn thing, too (and maybe, maybe a bit of a perfectionist). She resolved to solve this puzzle if it took the rest of her life. But that was, God willing, quite a few years yet. Her brother was sick now.

Ay, Bruno. Su conejito extraño. He was another thorn in her side (but how she’d missed him so!). So much like her Augustín at times that it was alarming, except Bruno’s chaos was more… deliberate, governed not by butterfingers and left feet, but a seemingly insatiable drive to push himself past his breaking point as often as possible. Despite having developed a robust immunity to most things (owed, in part, to a lifetime of keeping close company with rats), he was particularly susceptible to catching colds. Naturally, this made him the perfect lab rat for his sister’s culinary experiments. Julieta wouldn’t deny that she subjected him to a lot over the years, but nobody ever claimed the field of medicine was without its sacrifices.

Bruno was late to breakfast that morning, which was unusual. Since his return, he was always the first one at the table, so eager he was to make up for lost time with his family. Alma was in the middle of asking Antonio to go check on his tío when her son shuffled in, looking just as pale and tired as he did when he first emerged from the walls. Not that he ever looked particularly healthy. Coupled with the fact that his visions were known to sap his stamina, nobody thought to question his appearance. Bruno quietly apologized for his tardiness, then sat down at the table and cleared his throat a few times, covering up the sound of his fist knocking against his chair. Julieta heard a hint of something in his voice, something that kept drawing her attention back to him as the meal progressed.

Only a few minutes had passed before he scraped his chair away from the table, burying his face in the sleeve of his ruana to stifle a volley of sneezes. A pair of rats dropped to the floor before scurrying away. The conversations around the table ceased abruptly, giving way to stares and scattered blessings. Bruno sniffled, withering under his family’s collective acknowledgement.

“Sorry! Sorry…” It was unclear if he was apologizing to them or his rats.

Camilo resumed (or perhaps never stopped) his reenactment of the argument he had witnessed at the market that morning, talking quickly and switching rapidly between faces in a way that reminded Julieta of cards being shuffled. Her nephew had been so eager to share what he saw that nothing else seemed to register for him. She flicked her gaze back to Bruno as he returned to the table, looking upset with himself for having interrupted. He reached instinctively for the salt cellar, but then met his mother’s eyes and withdrew his hand as if from a flame. It swung around to grip at his left arm instead. Julieta recognized this as a self-soothing gesture, except this time Bruno’s fingers were digging into his arm.

“Are you feeling okay, tío?” Dolores asked, having lost interest in her brother’s story a long time ago. “You’ve been sneezing all morning.”

Bruno shot Dolores a look of betrayal so dramatic he could have been performing a scene from one of his telenovelas. While he was distracted, Julieta seized the opportunity to reach across the table for his forehead. “Are you getting sick, manito?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Bruno said, dodging her hand and sliding down in his chair. He started to pull his hood up, but when Alma cleared her throat in disapproval he yanked it back down again, sitting up straighter. “Really, I feel great, I’m just, uh… still getting used to the air out here, you know.”

Nobody seemed convinced, least of all Bruno himself, but nobody challenged him, either. At least, not until he interrupted Alma during her morning rundown. He had just enough notice to stutter out a breathless apology and twist away from the table, crushing his fist against his nose. Julieta winced as he stifled two sneezes into silence without a breath in between. She kicked her brother under the table, frustrated by his stubbornness, and mouthed stop it. How many times did she - did they all have to tell him not to do that? Bruno blinked, looking dizzy and indignant at having been cheated out of his usual pattern of three sneezes. His retaliation efforts were less than successful; Julieta saw him bite his lip to hold back a curse as his foot struck the leg of the table instead of her own.

Alma, wearing an impassive expression, cleared her throat and waited patiently for her grown children to settle. While Bruno was preoccupied with his body’s latest betrayal, she casually brushed his curls back from his forehead to rest her hand there. He looked at her in stunned silence, breathing more quickly than usual through slightly parted lips.

“Bruno is unwell,” she stated matter-of-factly as she withdrew her hand, then held it up to cut off his objection. “He will remain in Casita today so he can rest.”

Julieta was surprised; Bruno actually had a few appointments lined up for this morning. Their mother never used to let something like a cold get in the way of her family’s obligations to the town. They were all still getting used to this new Alma, who, while not perfect, was learning to see the benefits of resting and recovering over crashing and burning. Julieta sat up a little straighter, wondering how much further she could push their luck.

“Mamá, if it would be alright-” she began, and Bruno, apparently aware of where this was going, started shaking his head.

“Uh, no, nope, not uh,” he said, rapping his fist against the table with each syllable.

“-I’d like to stay here too and test out some new recipes-”

Bruno continued to shake his head. Julieta closed her mouth and frowned, genuinely wounded by his fervent refusal. “Do you have so little faith in me?” she asked, and that was all it took for his protests to melt into praise.

“Juli, you are incredible, and you know I know you can do anything, I’m just… .” He swallowed nervously as she eyed his untouched plate. “Full? So full. I, uh, ate earlier, you know, I’m still getting used to the new schedule, well, I guess the old schedule, and besides, and most importantly, I’m not sick, so it would b-be a w-waste to… heh!”

Julieta prided herself on being the most mature of her siblings, but something about Bruno always called her inner child out to play. She just couldn’t resist the urge to tease when the opportunities presented themselves. Catching a glimpse of Pepa across the table, smirking as their brother’s breath hitched helplessly, only egged her on further. “Perdona, a waste to what?” Julieta asked, fully aware that providing clarification in his current state would pose a challenge.

He surprised her by squeezing his eyes shut and holding his breath before forcing it back into a steady rhythm. She had never seen him do that before - a technique he learned living in the walls, perhaps? Had he been doing that for the last ten years to avoid detection? Julieta was impressed with his self-control, but she could imagine how unsatisfying it must have felt to deny his body something it desperately needed to do. Bruno didn’t look like he was going to sneeze anymore, but he did look ten times more miserable than before.

“Disculpe…” He sighed it more than spoke it, then sniffled again, wincing at how wet it sounded. “I forgot what I was saying.”

“Ay, mijo.” Alma passed him her unused napkin before waving her hand at him, directing him to turn away from the table and blow his nose. She then turned to Julieta. “You will stay with your brother today and see what you can do. I’m sure Mirabel would be happy to bring your food into town. We have those new herbs that Isabela grew. Perhaps they’ll do the trick for your…” She paused as Bruno blew his nose, then looked at him pointedly. “… purposes, today.”

He gave a little cough as he crumpled the napkin in his lap. “I suppose I don’t get a say in any of this.”

Julieta shook her head and he huffed out a sigh, grinding the heels of his hands into his eyes. He seemed resigned to his fate. Good. That would make things go a lot more smoothly for the both of them.

#why does my lesbian ass keep falling for these twerps #his sisters are hot hot hot and yet I torture him #they’ll have their turns soon enough #sneezefic #male sneezing #cold sneezing #en//canto #I wish I was clever enough to come up with a phrase like melon felon but for people who go bonkers for big honkers #sorry I said honkers but the rhyme was right there

[boobsneezevids]

inspired by scarcesneezies "ruined sneezing fit" video. basically i keep induscing myself right up to the brink of a sneeze and then deny myself the release. it. was. TORTURE. absolutely would do it again.

i couldn't even keep myself in one spot for the camera i was rocking forward constantly, like my body was desperately trying to push my nose harder against the q-tip even when i pulled it out and i was so lost in the overwhelming tickle that i just couldn't even think about getting a good angle.

#sneezeblr #snzbian #lesbian sneeze #my video #sneezefucker #snzkink

[sneezinbird-new]

THE GREAT AND POWERFUL GIRLFRIENDS!!!!!

#mlp #my little pony #mlp shipping #mlp ship art #starlight glimmer #trixie #trixie lulamoon #the great and powerful trixie #lesbian #artists on tumblr #art #fanart #fanart :P #mlp human fanart #mlp human #sneeze draws

[noses-in-winter]

hey so put in the tags: what would be your DREAM sneeze vid. like if you saw this video in the wild you would just combust and never need to acquire other sneeze material again. this is either sfw or nsfw, up to you

#i would FLIP out over a vid that was like #lesbians being soft and snuggly while one is sneezing it up? #and her vid partner is just rly sweet and blessing her?? I die #i am a simple bitch with simple needs #sneeze kink #scenario

[lavsnz]

happy lesbian visibility week to all of the wonderful snzbians out there!! so thankful for this community 🧡🤍🩷

#let’s go lesbians #i love lesbians #snzbian #snzblr #snz #sneeze #snz kink #sneeze kink #snz blog

[lilysnzfet]

when you are a lesbian with a snz kink 🏳️‍🌈

from "The Lavender Express : New Jersey's Lesbian Journal" 1979

#my life #snzblr #sneeze kink #snz art #bless you #sappho #cute #lesbian

[feralsneeze]

i don't want much. Just for a fat butch to straddle my waist, take a hit of chhinkni, and then tell me through the hitchy buildups that I'll be in trouble if I can't stop them from sneezing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ obviously it's im-freaking-possible to bring a CHHINKNI sneeze to a halt so guess I'm gonna beeeee in trouble ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

#i have.....a very specific type when it comes to lesbians...... #brb i may need to go listen to a wav or two #sneeze kink #feralsneeze posts

[scrimmification]

hello rika nation

#sneezes. where are the lesbians #pokemon sv #rika pokemon #pokemon

[clovesnz]

Just had a dream where a woman left her sad stale marriage to a man for me when she learned we both were into snz and I woke up so wistful because it was so poignant, like at one point she had her arms around me and she said in a low voice “I’ve never felt so understood by someone,” and it was like so sexy but also so emotional cause like she was basically changing her whole life because of her intense desire for hot snz sex, but also she had been unhappy and we connected so quickly because we were old acquaintances seeing each other in a new light. It definitely played into my fantasy of learning that someone I know irl is actually into snz and so we date purely for the sex but then we actually fall in love 🥺

#snz #snzario #snz scenario #snzfucker #sneeze kink #snzblr #snz kink #snz things #normally I hate the “woman leaves her marriage to a man to be gay” trope #because it’s just annoying and depressing #but I’ve been watching a lot of lesbian movies and unfortunately that is an aspect of a lot of them #so I think my dream brain was finding a way to make the trope appealing to me