Steve Rogers Oneshots

Back Rubs

Summary: Period cramps suck, but Steve is happy to help you with them.

Steve Rogers x female!reader

[Warnings: talk of periods, specifically cramps, fluff, slight dirty talk, no smut.]

The mattress dipped behind you, and one strong arm wrapped around you from behind. A hand brushed your hair away from your neck before you felt a warm breath on your shoulder.

You sighed, lazy smile on your lips. "Baby, not tonight. Please."

Steve gently tilted your face towards him, blue eyes full of adoration and understanding. "Okay," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. The two of you shifted your positions so that you were on top of him now, your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

You reached out to touch his hand, and he responded by lacing your fingers with his. His other hand constantly brushed up and down your back. You tried to relax, you really did, but the nagging ache in your lower back was proving to be too much. You had taken painkillers, but they did little to ease the discomfort.

"Steve," you said quietly, "are you good at back rubs?"

He frowned a little at the seemingly odd question. "Yeah. Why, you need one?"

You laughed, slightly embarrassed. "I could use one. The cramps are terrible. I don't know if it will help but..." you didn't even get to finish the sentence before Steve jumped into action, making sure you were comfortable lying on your stomach and asking you where it hurt.

He proved to be efficient at it - knuckles and finger tips moving in smooth circles and easing the muscles in your body. You heaved a sigh of relief.

"Feel better?" he chuckled without stopping.

"Oh, much better. I haven't felt this great in ages." You turned slightly to look up at him. "I think that'll do," you said after a while, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he settled back into his previous position and secured you against himself.

"Thank you," you murmured into his chest, then looked up at him, "I love you."

"I love you so much more, sweetheart. I'm happy to help." Another sweet peck to your hairline.

You reached a hand up to his cheek, feeling the slight scratch of his stubble under your fingers. "You haven't shaved in a few days."

"I know," he sighed, absentmindedly rubbing his jawline.

"You could try growing it out."

"I'm sort of obliged to shave. I have an image to keep up," he told you ruefully, "but maybe on our next vacation..."

"Yeah, no, I'm not saying right away, but I am imagining it..." you trailed off.

"And what do you see?" he teased.

You scrunch up your nose in thought. "I see...a very handsome...lumberjack?" you giggled.

"Lumberjack, hmm?"

"You'd make a good one. Look at you. Splitting logs and pussies since the 1940s."

He cocked his head towards you so sharply you almost thought you'd overstepped with that joke. But then he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he tried to recover. You found tears streaming down your own cheeks as you hid your face in his chest. "That was so terrible. I don't even know where that came from."

Still shaking his head in amusement he rolled over, trapping you under him. "Well, I don't know about wooden logs so far, but..." he winked, his lips melting into yours.

[I haven't written in ages good lord-

Shoutout to my girls Bree and Blaz for inspiring and helping me write this. Not sure if either of them are on Wattpad but anyways.

Also tagging averageambivert OneofStarkskids and SnowieSpector98

Good thing I was in pain yesterday because it sparked the conversation with Bree that gave me this idea.

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