can you do a steve rogers x reader where the reader and Steve are baking cookies and they are secretly dating and Steve slaps her ass and Bucky is like “did you just slap her ass”😂🥰💕 love your work btw :))
i love that hehe thanks for the request!
this is my first time writing steve fluff so bear with me 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
pairing: steve rogers x reader
warnings: none
word count: ~600
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Both homebodies of sorts, you and Steve like to plan simple things to do together that don't involve being out, which luckily for you guys, also helps keep your relationship under wraps.
With the holidays coming up, you thought it would be fun to spend an afternoon making cookies. It was suddenly trouble in paradise though when you were at the store together, and you gravitated toward the pre-cut ready-to-bake cookies, while Steve insisted on buying all the ingredients to make homemade cookies.
“That's so much work though,” you whined. “These ones are ready in 11 minutes!”
“What's the fun in that?” he chuckled. “When our cookies are done in 11 minutes, what do we do the rest of the afternoon?”
“Well,” you hummed. “I could think of a lot of things to do while everyone’s out for the day.”
He didn't give in though, so here you are now, both making separate batches of cookies to see whose turn out better.
Steve’s just starting to mix ingredients together when your cookies are halfway done baking already.
“Stevie,” you sigh from where you're sitting on the counter. “I’m bored.”
“Then help me,” he sighs back, mocking you. When you don't say anything, he glances over and laughs at you furrowing your brow at him. “Come on,” he says, reaching to grab your hand so he can pull you off the counter and toward him. “You can crack the eggs for me.”
Being the tease you are, you bat your eyelashes at him. “Can you show me how?”
“You know how to crack an egg,” he glares at you, but you don't let up. He rolls his eyes, making room for you between him and the counter. “Come here.”
Fitting yourself in the space, he presses his chest to your back, wrapping his arms around you to hold your hands while you crack two eggs.
“Thanks, Stevie,” you purr, feigning innocence as you subtly wiggle your butt against him.
“Behave,” he whispers, pressing a kiss behind your ear before stepping beside you to reach for a whisk so he can start mixing everything together.
When your cookies are done, he puts his in to bake, and joins you in sitting on the counter while you wait for them to be done.
“You can't tell me you actually think those are better than real cookies,” he playfully bumps his shoulder against yours as he points to the sugar cookies that are cooling next to you.
“Okay rude,” you scoff. “These are real cookies. And they're great.”
“They're pure sugar.”
“Uh, exactly.”
“I can't stand you,” he laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders to pull you against him, kissing the top of your head.
You sit like that for a few minutes until the timer goes off. You both hop back onto the floor, and he hands you the oven mits to take the pan out.
“What a view,” he teases, gently swatting your behind while you're bent over.
“What the hell,” you hear a familiar voice come from across the room, and you both jump. “Did you just slap her ass?”
“Jesus, Buck,” Steve exhales. “Gotta warn a person.”
“You didn't answer my question.”
“No,” he tries to play it off. “Of course not.”
“Yes he did,” you chime in, continuing to take the cookies off the pan.
“I knew it,” Bucky pumps his fist in the air. “You guys can't keep a secret to save your lives, but it's been cute as hell to watch, I’ll give you that.”
scratch that last one lol, can I just have “ sleep my love, I’ll keep the nightmares away.”🥺🥺💕
okay since u didnt specify i hope its okay that i wrote this for andy because i miss him!! <333 (also i changed it a little cuz i dont like the nickname ‘my love’ skdjkdkd)
your brow bone beaded with sweat, as you whimpered unconsciously
your constant fussing roused andy from his slumber, he blinks a few times and rubs his eyes, looking over to where you had resigned back to your side of the bed
you were clutching the blanket tightly, eyebrows furrowed together and small noises of discomfort leaving your lips
andy tries to gently shake you away, whispering your name and pressing kisses to your shoulders until you do open your eyes with a sharp gasp and jolt
“shh shh it’s okay sweetheart, it’s just a dream. you’re safe with me.” andy comforts you, twisting himself to pull you into his chest and you willingly oblige, burying your face in his chest with your own still heaving
his hand rubs your back comfortingly, “it’s okay honey, i’m right here.” his voice is kind of rumbly from his sleep and you fist his t-shirt, “i’m scared.”
“no reason to be scared, nothing’ll hurt you with me baby. i promise.”
eventually your quickly rising chest slows down, but andy can tell you’re still hesitant on falling asleep, as you always are after a nightmare
“go to sleep baby, i’ll keep the nightmares away.”
you wrap your arms around his torso, trusting him enough to fall asleep again and andy doesn’t go back to sleep until he’s sure you have, and even then he squeezes you tight, pressing a kiss to your forehead before drifting off
cuddles sounds so good right now- also I never used to like chocolate ice cream but @bearbear0923 and I were talking and we both wanted chocolate so I found ice cream- long story short its so good ima eat the whole tub 🥰
can you do where andy and the reader are in bed and andy is talking about how lucky he is that he found the reader and they talk about their future together AND FLUFF❤️ I love your work btw :)
thank you so much :’)
-> -> -> “What? He said that? Oh my God. That’s hilarious.” Andy laughs, listening to you tell him about your workday as he keeps one arm around you, holding you close to his side. “That guy’s a nutcase, but he sounds so fun. We should have him over for dinner sometime, yeah? Doesn’t he have a daughter around Jacob’s age?”
The two of you keep talking for a little bit, as you usually do at bedtime. It’s one of your favorite parts of the day. You love how well Andy listens, how he remembers even the littlest things, how he asks you about the important stuff. You also love listening to him, whether he’s delighted over his success in a case or if he’s ranting about what a dick Neal was that day. His job can be incredibly stressful, and you take comfort in knowing that talking about it probably serves as an outlet for him and makes him feel a little more relieved.
There’s a pause in the conversation, both of you simply at peace with laying beside one another, starting to feel weariness take over. However, you can feel his crystal eyes focused on you, and so you turn your head- only to be met with him staring at you with a bit of a dazed smile on his face. “What?” you ask in amusement, and he blinks before chuckling, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you closer.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how lucky I am.” He smiles sheepishly, looking down into your eyes. “I know, I know, it’s cheesy. But... after the divorce, I really didn’t know how things would be. I wasn’t even sure if I’d be ready for another relationship. But... I love being with you, Y/N.” He rubs your waist gently, smile remaining on his lips. “I can’t wait to move to a new home together, have kids... guide Jacob through the hell that is high school together,” he adds jokingly, and you laugh fondly. “I’m excited too,” you whisper, tilting your head up to kiss him softly. “You and Jacob both mean so much to me. He’s a great kid, and you’re a great father.” You absentmindedly run your fingers over his chest, murmuring playfully, “And an alright boyfriend too, I suppose.”
He laughs, a deep rumble of a laugh that always makes you feel happy upon simply hearing it, pecking your lips again. “Thank you, honey. I love you too.”
can I have a drabble with Steve with just us cuddling and him giving me kisses🥺💗
of course 🥺
i'm failing miserably at making these short lmao
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life has been kicking your ass lately to say the least, but you know steve's been stressed with work too
and in your mind his job is obviously more crucial than what you do, so you haven't been letting on that you’re struggling – instead listening intently as he tells you about his day and then replying a simple “good” or “fine” when he asks about yours
all you’re looking forward to tonight is him cooking dinner for you and falling asleep in his arms afterward, positive you don't have the energy to do anything else
as if the world is perpetually against you, he walks into the kitchen as you’re getting his ingredients out for him, a sad smile tugging at his lips when he sees you
when you turn around, the look on his face tells you he's about to apologize for something, and you sigh
“please don't tell me you have to go back to work”
“it’s urgent i guess,” he shrugs, walking toward you to take your hands in his
you're avoiding his eyes, but he gets you to look at him by stroking your cheek gently with his thumb
“i'm sorry. it shouldn't be long though, just make something simple for dinner. i’ll do this another night,” he promises before repeating how sorry he is
“i know, it's not your fault”
your half smile can't be convincing, but he doesn't have much of a choice, so he gives you a kiss and heads out
as soon as you hear the door shut behind him, you lose it, finally breaking down out of pure exhaustion
through the tears, you begin to put things away, deciding to just go to bed for the evening
your own sobs are too loud for you to hear him come back after realizing he forgot something, but he’s not focused on that anymore when he hears you
he rushes back into the kitchen, quickly wrapping his arms around you tightly, letting you cry against his shoulder
“i'm sorry,” you choke out, grasping onto his shirt, desperately needing him to not leave again
he stands there holding you for as long as it takes for you to calm down, walking you over to the sofa once your crying turns into lingering hiccups
he pulls you down to sit next to him and you curl up against him, legs over his lap, a strong hold still on his shirt, and face pressed against his neck
“i'm so sorry for leaving, baby”
“it's not that,” you tell him, voice barely above a whisper, weak from crying. “i'm just so tired and-and stressed, and i don't even ha-have the energy to make myself anything to eat”
“why didn't you tell me?”
his tone isn't an annoyed one, rather one of genuine concern as he continues to hold you, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head
“you have your own stuff going on, like saving the world stuff, i don't want to burden you when your work is obviously more important”
“hey,” he says quietly, urging you to lift your head so he can look at you. “nothing is more important to me than you. if you're having a hard time, i want to help”
all you can do is nod, but he caresses your cheek with his hand, leaning to give you a soft, reassuring kiss
a tiny smile replaces your pout as you break away, silently laying your head back on his shoulder
“i thought it was urgent,” you speak up, remembering he's supposed to be somewhere
“i don't care,” he shakes his head, hugging you tighter. “they can handle it, i need to be here with you right now”
hey! Do u ever have that feeling that you just need a hug from Steve Rogers☺️💕
only all the time!!!! he’s so big and he’d probably be so warm that when he gives hugs they’re so comforting. his arms would encase you into his entire frame!!! i want a hug from steeb 🥺🥺
