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Idk what this is. I haven't written fanfiction in years and I def haven't written any mature snz content. I didn't have anywhere else to post this idea. Its soft. Its domestic. Its horny. Enjoy~

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Derek was staring blankly at the movie that was playing on the TV when a sudden noise from down the hall startled him. He settled back into his slouch on the sofa once he realized it was just the front door unlocking and opening.

"Jesus christ, its cold as shit out there!" Derek chuckled softly at his husband's exasperation, not that it was unwarranted. This will be day 2 of the winter storm that's currently passing through their city; its a miracle they still have power. Derek could hear the sound of stomping- no doubt Stiles getting the last bit of snow off his boots. He lazily leaned his head back to see the other man make his way towards the living room.

"Ah, the ancient one is awake this time." Stiles grinned at Derek's eye roll as he continued around the couch to the end of the coffee table to set down the plastic pharmacy bag. Before he started unloading, he stepped closer to his husband to reach out and feel Derek's forehead. Normally, Derek would've swatted the icy hand away, but the temperature felt amazing against his heated skin. He sighed and leaned into the cold palm, sniffling.

"Still kinda cooking there. How are you feeling?"

"A little better. Instead of a train hitting me, its more like a bus." Derek sat up a bit further so he could fully lean into Stiles' stomach. The change in position caused the sludge in his head to shift and he quickly jerked his head away into his elbow.

"Hh...hh-! Ht-SHEHH! HD'DSHOO!" Derek groaned, sniffling as he massaged the bridge of his nose. God, this cold has been kicking his ass for days now. Derek froze, feeling another itch flare up in his sinuses. "HAESHOO!!" The force of the sneeze caused his body to nearly fold in half.

"Bless you! Poor guy. Here, I got you some more tissues," Stiles thumbed a tear away from Derek's ruddy cheek before rustling through the bag on the coffee table. He set out 2 boxes of tissues before ripping open the 3rd and handing it out to his husband. Derek gratefully plucked a few and blew his nose loudly. It didn't help the headache, but it was still much needed.

"I also got some more vaporub and a few snacks. We can dive into the latter in a bit, I want to get more of this stuff on so you can breathe a bit easier." Stiles set the little jar down on the side table next to the couch and walked over to the hall closet to remove his coat and boots. The pharmacy was only a block away from their apartment so he didn't bother changing out of his loungewear before he left. Derek was still pawing at his nose when he returned to the couch; the skin around it red and irritated.

"Actually. While I was in line, I saw this video about a sinus massage that's supposed to loosen congestion. You wanna try? Might help the headache." Stiles suggested. Derek sniffled thickly before coughing into the clump of damp tissues. He hesitated. Stiles grabbed the vaporub before turning to sit and straddle his husband's lap. Derek immediately rested his hands on Stiles' waist.

"Come ooon. If its too uncomfortable, I'll stop. It might make you feel better?" Stiles prodded playfully. Derek rolled his eyes again.

"You just want an excuse to try a tiktok on me." He grumbled, though he wasn't serious. Stiles knew how to work with his hands and a massage did sound pretty nice. Stiles grinned and pecked a kiss on Derek's chapped nose. He unscrewed the jar to grab a small amount of the fragrant goop to work between his fingers. No need to overwhelm the both of them with the smell of menthol in such a small space between them.

Vaguely remembering how the girl in the video worked her own fingers, Stiles followed the same pattern by pressing his thumbs lightly over Derek's browline. He was soft at first but gradually increased the pressure when Derek didn't show any signs of discomfort. Stiles repeated the motion of sweeping his thumbs from the center of Derek's face to his temples, making sure to aim for the sinus areas.

"Apparently, this can help with drainage and ease pressure that can cause pain in your face." Stiles mumbled, mostly to himself. Derek was in complete bliss and wasn't really paying attention. Well, some parts might have been.

As Stiles began to work on Derek's cheekbones, he felt something press against his rear. Amused, he slightly shifted for confirmation. Sure enough, a soft moan came from Derek as the mound beneath him twitched again.

"Well, looks like someone is into this." Stiles teased gently. Derek hummed again, lifting his hips ever so slightly.

"Feels nice..." he said, aiming a quick cough into his shoulder. Derek blinked his eyes open when he felt Stiles remove his hands from his face and made a sad noise, causing Stiles to chuckle.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to stop you." Derek said, a little sheepish at the erection tenting his sweatpants.

"Don't be. You've been sick for days. You deserve a little pampering." Stiles said, anchoring his hands on Derek's shoulders for a better position. "You can keep going if you want. Take what you need." Stiles leaned in and pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek before whispering into his ear.

"Go ahead."

Derek shudderd before pressing his hands firmer into Stiles hips, letting his own rock up. They got a slow and steady rhythm going, Derek rubbing his cock against the pertness of his husband's ass. Stiles didn't make a move to his own cock, this wasn't for him. He watched Derek's face, studying the way he furrowed his brows in pleasure. Derek's face was flushed beyond his fever, the pink tint reaching down his neck and and chest. Fresh sweat beaded under his messy bangs and quiet moans spilled from his damp lips.

It was incredibly erotic, especially for someone who's been sick for days. There was a sweetness to this moment. It was vulnerable.

Intimate.

"'m not gonna last long." Derek panted before biting his bottom lip. Stiles understood. He didn't respond, just hummed and leaned back in to nibble on Derek's ear. Derek shivered, his thrusts getting harder and harder until he stilled, groaning long and low through his orgasm.

They stayed in that position, Derek's hips twitching every so often as Stiles peppered light kisses across Derek's sweaty face. After a few minutes, Derek leaned back, the flush still high in his cheeks. Stiles laughed at how quickly his husband melted into the couch cushions, a sloppy grin on his face.

"Feeling better?" Stiles asked, playing with some of the damp strands of Derek's hair. He was so in love with this man.

"Mm. Very much. At least for now." Derek responded, rubbing at his eyes. He was exhausted, for more reasons than one now.

"Why don't you take a quick shower? I'll make you some tea and put another movie on." Stiles asked, before standing up. When there was no answer, he looked up only to find Derek's head slumped on his shoulder, snores already starting to rumble in his chest. Stiles huffed and shook his head fondly.

'Guess I kinda had that coming.'

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Idk what this is. I haven't written fanfiction in years and I def haven't written any mature snz content. I didn't have anywhere else to post this idea. Its soft. Its domestic. Its horny. Enjoy~

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Derek was staring blankly at the movie that was playing on the TV when a sudden noise from down the hall startled him. He settled back into his slouch on the sofa once he realized it was just the front door unlocking and opening.

"Jesus christ, its cold as shit out there!" Derek chuckled softly at his husband's exasperation, not that it was unwarranted. This will be day 2 of the winter storm that's currently passing through their city; its a miracle they still have power. Derek could hear the sound of stomping- no doubt Stiles getting the last bit of snow off his boots. He lazily leaned his head back to see the other man make his way towards the living room.

"Ah, the ancient one is awake this time." Stiles grinned at Derek's eye roll as he continued around the couch to the end of the coffee table to set down the plastic pharmacy bag. Before he started unloading, he stepped closer to his husband to reach out and feel Derek's forehead. Normally, Derek would've swatted the icy hand away, but the temperature felt amazing against his heated skin. He sighed and leaned into the cold palm, sniffling.

"Still kinda cooking there. How are you feeling?"

"A little better. Instead of a train hitting me, its more like a bus." Derek sat up a bit further so he could fully lean into Stiles' stomach. The change in position caused the sludge in his head to shift and he quickly jerked his head away into his elbow.

"Hh...hh-! Ht-SHEHH! HD'DSHOO!" Derek groaned, sniffling as he massaged the bridge of his nose. God, this cold has been kicking his ass for days now. Derek froze, feeling another itch flare up in his sinuses. "HAESHOO!!" The force of the sneeze caused his body to nearly fold in half.

"Bless you! Poor guy. Here, I got you some more tissues," Stiles thumbed a tear away from Derek's ruddy cheek before rustling through the bag on the coffee table. He set out 2 boxes of tissues before ripping open the 3rd and handing it out to his husband. Derek gratefully plucked a few and blew his nose loudly. It didn't help the headache, but it was still much needed.

"I also got some more vaporub and a few snacks. We can dive into the latter in a bit, I want to get more of this stuff on so you can breathe a bit easier." Stiles set the little jar down on the side table next to the couch and walked over to the hall closet to remove his coat and boots. The pharmacy was only a block away from their apartment so he didn't bother changing out of his loungewear before he left. Derek was still pawing at his nose when he returned to the couch; the skin around it red and irritated.

"Actually. While I was in line, I saw this video about a sinus massage that's supposed to loosen congestion. You wanna try? Might help the headache." Stiles suggested. Derek sniffled thickly before coughing into the clump of damp tissues. He hesitated. Stiles grabbed the vaporub before turning to sit and straddle his husband's lap. Derek immediately rested his hands on Stiles' waist.

"Come ooon. If its too uncomfortable, I'll stop. It might make you feel better?" Stiles prodded playfully. Derek rolled his eyes again.

"You just want an excuse to try a tiktok on me." He grumbled, though he wasn't serious. Stiles knew how to work with his hands and a massage did sound pretty nice. Stiles grinned and pecked a kiss on Derek's chapped nose. He unscrewed the jar to grab a small amount of the fragrant goop to work between his fingers. No need to overwhelm the both of them with the smell of menthol in such a small space between them.

Vaguely remembering how the girl in the video worked her own fingers, Stiles followed the same pattern by pressing his thumbs lightly over Derek's browline. He was soft at first but gradually increased the pressure when Derek didn't show any signs of discomfort. Stiles repeated the motion of sweeping his thumbs from the center of Derek's face to his temples, making sure to aim for the sinus areas.

"Apparently, this can help with drainage and ease pressure that can cause pain in your face." Stiles mumbled, mostly to himself. Derek was in complete bliss and wasn't really paying attention. Well, some parts might have been.

As Stiles began to work on Derek's cheekbones, he felt something press against his rear. Amused, he slightly shifted for confirmation. Sure enough, a soft moan came from Derek as the mound beneath him twitched again.

"Well, looks like someone is into this." Stiles teased gently. Derek hummed again, lifting his hips ever so slightly.

"Feels nice..." he said, aiming a quick cough into his shoulder. Derek blinked his eyes open when he felt Stiles remove his hands from his face and made a sad noise, causing Stiles to chuckle.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to stop you." Derek said, a little sheepish at the erection tenting his sweatpants.

"Don't be. You've been sick for days. You deserve a little pampering." Stiles said, anchoring his hands on Derek's shoulders for a better position. "You can keep going if you want. Take what you need." Stiles leaned in and pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek before whispering into his ear.

"Go ahead."

Derek shudderd before pressing his hands firmer into Stiles hips, letting his own rock up. They got a slow and steady rhythm going, Derek rubbing his cock against the pertness of his husband's ass. Stiles didn't make a move to his own cock, this wasn't for him. He watched Derek's face, studying the way he furrowed his brows in pleasure. Derek's face was flushed beyond his fever, the pink tint reaching down his neck and and chest. Fresh sweat beaded under his messy bangs and quiet moans spilled from his damp lips.

It was incredibly erotic, especially for someone who's been sick for days. There was a sweetness to this moment. It was vulnerable.

Intimate.

"'m not gonna last long." Derek panted before biting his bottom lip. Stiles understood. He didn't respond, just hummed and leaned back in to nibble on Derek's ear. Derek shivered, his thrusts getting harder and harder until he stilled, groaning long and low through his orgasm.

They stayed in that position, Derek's hips twitching every so often as Stiles peppered light kisses across Derek's sweaty face. After a few minutes, Derek leaned back, the flush still high in his cheeks. Stiles laughed at how quickly his husband melted into the couch cushions, a sloppy grin on his face.

"Feeling better?" Stiles asked, playing with some of the damp strands of Derek's hair. He was so in love with this man.

"Mm. Very much. At least for now." Derek responded, rubbing at his eyes. He was exhausted, for more reasons than one now.

"Why don't you take a quick shower? I'll make you some tea and put another movie on." Stiles asked, before standing up. When there was no answer, he looked up only to find Derek's head slumped on his shoulder, snores already starting to rumble in his chest. Stiles huffed and shook his head fondly.

'Guess I kinda had that coming.'

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Lemme paint you guys a picture. Me and my bf live in the south. Where pollen is practically beating the shit out of us. Its a really nice day out. My bf asks if we can take a walk in the park. He knows I hate outside. He knows both of our allergies have been wrecking us. He's begging if we can go. Offers a joint as a peace offering. Has the puppy eyes and everything. I give in and say yes.

Now we were at the park. We're an allergen mess, we both had masks but we were still constantly sneezing and wiping our eyes. Bf is as happy as he can be despite our suffering. It was worth it to see him have a great time but we are absolutely WRECKED right now. I'm taking so much benedryl tonight

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💜 Are you a fan of collapsing after their eyes roll back?

hell yeah! 👀💦 eyes rolling, then body going deadweight, like in slow motion but still too fast to act...

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Sobbed about this on discord last night but like....I’m emotional over “Bless you” being synonymous with “I love you” 🥺 Like someone taking care of their sick partner. Gingerly kissing them just to the left of their nose and cradling their other cheek. Whispering out a tender “Bless you” that is just pouring with love and affection. Rubbing their back and kissing their forehead and drawing them close during sneezing fits and that bless you never stops sounding so loving and patient and content here

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Currently obsessing over phone sneezes. Imagine you’re on the phone with a crush or SO, and suddenly they pause mid-sentence. You obviously can’t see them, so you have no idea why they stopped. Then, you hear a short exhale. Did they yawn? Did they just lose their train of thought? Did they — *sniff* … oh. They continue speaking, but every other sentence is punctuated by another sniffle, each one slightly marshier than the last. Their brief pauses are getting more frequent as well. You try not to be too distracted, but by this point you know something’s bothering them. Without the benefit of sight, you’ve become hyperaware of every fainted breath, wet sniff, and unsteady swallow. Then at last, you hear the fated words: “hold on, I have to sneeze”. They give a quick hitch or two, then go silent… Is it coming? Is it a false start? Once again, without seeing, you can’t quite — *huh-ISCHH!* … oh. You can tell they’ve moved a fair bit away from the speaker to be courteous. However, with all your cognitive attention diverted to hearing, it might as well have been right in your ear. So distant yet so close. You hear them hitch a second time, deeper, then sneeze again. And again, wetter and uncovered. You’re enraptured by every detail even though they probably think you’re waiting aimlessly for them to come back on the line.  They pause briefly, as if making sure the fit was truly over, then come back and utter, “sorry about that.” You snap out of your sneeze-induced trance and reply, “bless you”... You wish so badly that you could’ve seen those sneezes — but at least they can’t see that you’ve become a blushing mess on the other end of the line…

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Thinking about being woken up by the sound of a sick partner sneezing/coughing/blowing their nose 👀💕

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❗PLEASE DON’T REBLOG TO NON-KINK/WHUMP BLOGS❗

a little bit of hot and cold 🔥❄

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It’s so cute when someone’s voice starts to get a little hoarse. Obviously when they have a cold or allergies, but even just if they’ve been having to raise their voice a lot. Like omg poor thing, let me make you some tea

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I just accidentally induced my bf 😳😳😳

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Bf: *kissin my ear*

Bf: *pulls back* "Was that your thing [industrial piercing]?" *rubs his nose* "Ah, f-fuck-" *turns and barely covers snz*

Me: "Um.. you okay?"

Bf: "Shit, babe." *snf* "Your piercing just pierced my nose."

Me: "SORRY-"

I'm sorry, the bf has a pretty sensitive nose and i wish i could rewrite what happened with the amount of 😳 I felt.

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Favourite sneeze type of the day: Sick Sneezes. Dear god I love sick sneezes. Not so much the exhausted, congested ones (though those are great in their own right), but the stronger, unrestrained sneezes that tend to come out when the person has no energy to shape or contain them, like they usually would. Even the daintiest sneezers will concede and allow their sick sneezes come out sounding… well, sick. Guttural. Gurgly. Raspy. Almost everyone’s sick sneezes are distinctly different from their normal ones as a result.  God forbid the sneezer induces with an allergen on top of being sick; adding fuel to the fire. Boy, the sneezes that come out from those can get unreal. The body is sensitive and charges the release with additional force and vigour.  The usual, dainty “-choo” becomes a ferocious “-CHHUHH”. The usual single sneezes will come in doubles, tripes, or even quadruples. Sickness will cause the body to go on complete autopilot if one dares to stimulate it in its current state.  The sneezes are indeed heavier and wetter. Most are wise to have tissues nearby to catch the mess – because there will be mess. But my heart goes out to the few that treat us by not muffling them and letting the spray and snot fly in their wavs. Total eargasm. God I love sick sneezes. That is all.

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COMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND IVE BEEN DOING JUST FINE-

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This is kinda gross but what about someone with a nasty cold, spending ages blowing their nose until they finally feel like they can breathe again. As soon as they’re finished, however, a particularly nasty sneeze creeps up on them, sending a flood of congestion out of both of their nostrils. They sigh and pick up the tissues again, resigned to blowing their nose once more.

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soooo 2020 refuses to remove its boot from my neck. My tire exploded and totaled my car. I'm okay! I'm safely in my hometown but I need to figure out what to do since I don't live here anymore

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Hi I love your writing! If you aren’t too busy would you be able to write something with an anxious and sick/overworked Steve and Bucky coddling him? Thank you!!

🥺Oh, this prompt is so good and soft and I’ve been working on this fic on and off for the past few weeks, just enjoying the image of Steve getting the warm attention he deserves. I hope you enjoy this!! 

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Steve drops a file folder onto his desk and scrubs a hand through his hair. He’s been out of debrief for all of ten minutes and he already has another meeting scheduled, which happens to be at the same time as the conference call he also has scheduled. There’s an Avengers press event that has to be handled, but Tony’s already down in DC and ---

“h’ushhiew!” The sneeze overtakes Steve before he even has a chance to realize he needs to sneeze. He manages to catch it against his shoulder, though, and presses his face into his shirt sleeve to stifle back a second. “heh… ‘nxtCH! ahh…” 

The held-in sneeze leaves his feeling bleary, hoarse, and congested, but Steve gives his head a brief shake and clears his throat. He can’t do press, a conference call, and a security council meeting all at once, but he does have to get to all three at some point this morning. 

Afternoon, he amends, after a look at his watch and resists the urge to scrub both hands over his face to get at the tired, itchy feeling behind his eyes. Peering at his watch again, Steve realizes he’s only been back from that mission for … about four hours? Maybe five? And aside from a shower and a cup of coffee with Bucky when he got back, he hasn’t even been home. 

He should text Bucky, let him know he’ll be in meetings or calls or God knows what else all day, and… and tell him...

Steve sniffles and turns his face into his shoulder again. This time, he’s actually paying attention to the tickle at the back of his sinuses. Trying to hold it off makes his eyes water and his nose prickle, and it’s with a sigh of resignation that he reaches for the box of tissues on his desk. 

“huh… h”UShoosh! uttCHshhoo! huhUShh’ooh! Oh…” At least he’s ready to catch the rush of three sneezes that tumble out. They’re stronger than Steve expected and his eyes are watering in earnest afterwards. His nose is still trembling as he fumbles a couple more tissues from the box and he ends up catching another soft, muffled utschmphh! before he can blow his nose. 

If he could get all the sneezes out before he walks into another meeting, that would be convenient. Probably unrealistic, though, with how this cold, which was just a scratchy throat and runny nose last night, seems to be getting progressively worse as the day wears on. 

He should probably warn Bucky he’s not feeling good, just in case he’s a complete mess when he gets back later today. What Steve really wants to text Bucky is I miss you and I love you and I have the worst sore throat and stuffy head and just want to be with you. 

Not that he won’t text Bucky those things, but if he lets himself get caught up in missing Bucky and longing for the warmth of their home and the way Bucky holds him, well, Steve’s not sure he’ll be able to push through any one of those meetings, forget three. 

Steve has about ten minutes before he needs to head down to the conference rooms. Enough time to get himself together, text Bucky, and pick up a cup of tea or coffee on the way to the meeting. He should call Tony, too, let him know they might pull him for press for their last joint mission if Steve can’t do it, though somebody will want both of them at some point. 

God. Right. Ten minutes. He’ll text Bucky first. 

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Hours later, Steve’s still sitting in the conference room, sifting through emails and reports and photocopies, when he feels a hand rest on his shoulder. 

“I’m just--oh, hey. Hey,” he says again, more softly, then Bucky leans in and brushes a kiss against his forehead. “I didn’t think you’d be done until after six.” 

“It is after six. It’s also time to go home,” Bucky says. He drops down into the seat next to Steve and starts to stack papers. “Please don’t tell me you have another meeting in here and that’s why you’re not doing this in your office.” 

“What? Oh… snf! snff… N-no, I’mb finish… heptCH’uhh! Oh… Finished,” Steve finishes in a stuffy voice and pinches his nose through a couple tissues to stop himself from sneezing again. It was hard enough to stifle that one, he can’t imagine holding back another fit of the sneezes. 

“So, you’re sitting in this empty, cold meeting room because…?” 

Steve blinks at Bucky, then sighs. He doesn't really want to tell Bucky that the only reason he’s still sitting here is because he was worried that if he walked back to his office, he wouldn’t have the energy to pick up where he left off at the end of his last meeting. 

Bucky pauses collecting Steve’s things and reaches over to rub Steve’s shoulder when Steve doesn’t reply. “Baby, you’re sick, let’s go home.” 

“I’m okay, it’s just a cold,” Steve says, “I really need to…” He motions towards his laptop. 

“To have a good dinner, a hot bath, and an early night. Hot tea,” Bucky adds when Steve muffles back a hoarse cough. “Hot tea with extra honey and lemon. I’ll rub your back and you can fall asleep on me afterwards.” 

“What time is it? snff! I should probably go through that,” Steve says and nods at the folder Bucky’s sliding away from him. 

“Time to go home.” Bucky tugs the folder away, then leans back in closer when Steve pushes the heels of his hands against his eyes with a frustrated sound. “Steve...” 

Steve shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. SHIELD wants those files read and commented on by tomorrow afternoon and Steve’s already behind thanks to the triple-booked meeting slot this afternoon, and--

“uhh-Hushh’oo! Huschoo! hrushhh!” The sneezes come over him all at once, three right in a row, itchy and congested and rough, and Steve aims them at his shoulder in an effort to keep Bucky out of the line of fire. 

“Stevie, bless you…” Bucky’s hand slips to rub between Steve’s shoulders in a warm, slow circle that makes Steve sigh with relief. “Let’s go home,” he says again. “You know I’ll take good care of you.” 

Sniffling, Steve looks down at his array of papers and folders and work documents, and then gives a little nod. He’s probably not much use down here anymore anyway, with his foggy head and drippy nose and achy shoulders. He leans into Bucky’s touch, then into the way Bucky nuzzles against his cheek with a quick, soft kiss. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Here you go, babydoll,” Bucky says and presses a cup of hot tea into Steve’s hands, not letting go until he can tell Steve has the mug. “You can drink this while dinner heats up.”

Sniffling, Steve holds the mug close to his chest and then leans in to try and breathe some of the steam. His nose is so blocked up he barely can, but the warm mug in his hands feels good. 

Not as good as Bucky’s fingers stroking his hair over and over again, lightly, and then petting his ear gently when Steve coughs and snuffles. He laughs a little when Steve goes bashful on him and nuzzles a gentle kiss against Steve’s temple. 

Bucky calls him babydoll again, too, and Steve just melts. He’s curled up on the sofa in a pair of Bucky’s fleece sweatpants, a blanket already draped over his shoulders, a mug of hot lemon tea in his hands, and Bucky murmuring kisses against his temple. Truly, Steve can’t believe how very warm he feels, and how so much of that warmth comes from the way Bucky’s so close and affectionate. 

“Do you want bread with the pot roast stew?” Bucky asks. “I’ll slice some up just in case… tomorrow I can do chicken soup in the crock pot for your cold.” 

“... for my cold?” Steve asks, sniffling against the cuff of his sweater and rubbing at his nose. 

“For your cold. Special,” Bucky says. He kisses Steve’s shoulder through the blanket then reaches for the mug from Steve’s hands. “Go ahead and sneeze, baby.” 

Steve starts to protest that he’s not going to sneeze, but apparently Bucky still knows better than he does. Because his nose twitches around the edges and Steve’s ducking his face aside only seconds later. 

“huh… huhh--UShhhooo!” The sneezes are coming slower now that Steve’s head is so stuffed up; they feel stronger, too, or maybe he’s just too tired now to try and control them. Either way, Steve has to wait a few seconds before he’s ready to sneeze again and he doesn’t do much more than muffle it into his shoulder. “huh…. uhh’usshhiew!” 

“Bless you… god bless you,” Bucky murmurs and nuzzles against Steve’s other shoulder. He has a box of the soft, fussy tissues he always buys when Steve gets sick and he pulls a few out of the box for Steve. “At least you don’t look so cold and achy now…” 

Steve nods. He’s completely stuffed up and bleary from his cold. but at least here at home he can relax and let Bucky coddle him a little, so they’re both warm and content. 

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today doesn't exist❤