Summary:Sappy and hopelessly romantic, the part time art student, part time grocery bagger, and full time fantasy creator Steve Rogers lives in his head, with you as his muse. Making puzzles out of your groceries, and portraits of your every curve and edge, he fears and craves every interaction, while living with you as a lover in his mind.
A/N: Well. I have struggled with motivation for the longest. Something hit me though, and by something I mean other supportive writers and great friends. Hugest shoutout to @threeminutesoflife for being a darling and @imanuglywombat for making TWO beautiful mood boards I stare at more than Steve stares at the Peggy compass.
Warnings: creepy, obsessive Steve. ideation of creepy thoughts. food focused talk. mention of overeating. dub-con concepts. two mentions of alcohol consumption.
New blog, new me! I’ll take this moment to say I’m taking requests, and I love feedback even more than Steve loves you! hope you enjoy
series summary: your neighbor is the leader of the most notorious biker gang in town - but as the niece of one of the most notorious bikers in america, it’ll take a lot more than that for him to impress you.
series warning: biker!steve x reader, mature themes, fluff, angst, smut, violence, minor character deaths.
“I oughta ride you around one day,” You say as Steve pulls up outside his house and takes his hands off the handlebars, instead resting them on your waist.
“I’ll have to teach you how to ride, first,” He replies with a chuckle, to which you stand up and raise a brow at him.
“See? The second I start treating you a little nice, you forget I’m a Drifter,” You complain with a huff, making his eyes widen.
He starts to apologize profusely but you simply begin to walk down the path to his door, ignoring him. After a few seconds, he runs up behind you and lifts you up by your waist, making you scream.
“Don’t you walk away from me, fifty-three,” He warns you lowly, squeezing his arms around you. “Else I’ll have to take drasticaction.”
