Any fics with touchstarved and bottom Steve that are smutty ?
Fix you by Lesserknownhero (oneshot |8,767 | E)
Steve did what had to be done to save his unit. He doesn't regret his decision but the consequences are being to wear him down in ways he hadn't expected.
Bucky Barnes is good at his job. That is when his boss gives him all the right information, which is rare. Which is why instead of picking up a delicate package to escort to California, like he'd been told, he was now escorting a not so delicate man. The problem with that is Bucky is unsure if he's protecting the man from everyone else or everyone else from the man. It seems only time will tell...
Or the one where Steve is infected and at the end of his rope while Bucky tries to find a way to convince him to hold on.
Part 9 of Come Fly with Me (Modern Airport AUs)
Stone Cold* by prisma134 (oneshot |48,923 | E) *heed the tags
Brock Rumlow was sleek and caring and kind and oh so doting on Steve when they first met. He'd sauced him up, told him he was pretty little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And Steve believed him. He moved in with Brock not even two months after knowing him, starved for so much affection and so willing to let it happen. Brock sent him to a proper school with proper art supplies, and bought him all of the nicest things he could ever ask for. Steve didn't know where he got the money from, and truth be told he didn't really want to know. But for the time being in those rose tinted four months, life was good and it wasn't as shitty as it had started.
But then, reality came crashing down. Steve stumbled in late one night after closing up for his professor and witnessed something he shouldn't have.
From that moment on Steve Rogers was nothing but a phantom and a whisk of a memory until the day that Bucky Barnes stepped into his life.
A mob AU in which Steve is a captive under his once boyfriend, and Bucky saves him while in the midst of a raiding party.
One Caress by fuck_me_barnes (complete |26,160 | E)
Steve's rarely been touched in a way that didn't equate to some kind of hurt. The cold metal of a stethoscope against his frail chest or the sting of a needle drawing yet another blood sample, when he was a sickly child. The bone-shattering punches thrown by the neighborhood bullies on the playground, or by his own father at home, drunk and wild. His mother, weak and clutching at him as she grew more incoherent with the drugs as the cancer ate away at her insides. Touch was something he shied away from, something he told himself he just didn't want.
Except...he did. He just didn't know how.
Until he finds a flyer for a local "affection and intimacy services" program.
In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.
