Killer Instinct, I Think.

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Steve Rogers x Plus sized Reader

Steve POV

Warnings: Violence, guns, adults language, crime.

Word Count: 1.3k

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My name is Steve Roger's. I am the heir to my father's legacy. The AAM- Assassin's All Mighty- is the biggest and baddest Motorcycle club in the midwest. We are ruthless. I am ruthless. My father's club, After Dark,  is his biggest front for conducting our work. His legacy will soon be my legacy. I will go to any lengths to protect it. I play death...

.....

That new girl. There's something about her that's beyond alluring. She's nothing like the other girls who work at the club. She's short and thicc, where all the other girls all taller and on the thinner side. 

But she's unbelievably breathtaking and I can't keep my eyes off of her.

Fuck. 

When she walks away my eyes are instantly drawn to the perfect ass. So full and supple. I can't help but lick my lips. I bet she tastes like heaven.

Bucky " Damn if I could smack that ass…"

I swear to God if Bucky keeps talking my fist will connect with his loud ass mouth.

"For the last fucking time, Bucky, shut your God damn mouth before I shut it for you. "

He is quiet, much to my relief. I don't know what my deal is, but I don't like him looking at her... at all.

My hands ball into fists at the sight of such scùm. I can't believe my father wants to do business with this low life drug dealer piece of shit.The sound of the clubs pounding beats echo around us.The club is filled with bodies as I scan the room for threats. I see three men with White Fang jackets feathering through the sea of people. I nod to Kane and Tommy, who move onto.the dance floor.

"why so tense Stevey boy?" Ulrich says as he smirks in my direction. I clench my fists tighter, a slight pain running through my palm as my fingernails dig deep. 

"Watch your tone Ulrich, remember who the fuck you're talking to. Now why are you here wasting my time?"

"Straight to business eh? Well I am in need of your families… expertise."

"Which one?"

"Guns of course. "

"Ha." The laugh that slips past my lips is anything but humorous. Of course this scum is here for guns. 

I shift in my seat, folding my arms over my chest. " what could you possibly have to offer Ulrich? You know we don't deal with low levels. Fuck your drugs."

"Hey now, don't hate the game. I only deal in designer drugs. I'm the king of the party. My drugs, keep your club popping."

"Like hell it does." Bucky chimes in, jumping quickly to his feet ready to throw arms. 

I gesture to him to stand down, and he takes his seat once again, his chest still puffed out like a filed up dog. 

"I'm still not hearing anything of interest…"

He leans in over the table, his tone low as he speaks. " I have some information on Bassu."

The hairs on the back of my neck spring to acting at the sheer mention of that bastards name. 

He's definitely caught my interest. Not wanting to seem to eager, I lean back into my seat. 

"If it's useful enough,  you may have a deal."

Ulrich slaps a Manila envelope onto the glass table top, sliding it in my direction. I waste no time unveiling the contents of the folder on the table. A handful of photos cascade out, photos of Bassu and his men at the docks. 

"When?"

"These photos are from yesterday morning."

Gazing down at the photos, I ran my finger along the length of my jaw… this was a trail, one I desperately wanted… and here it was before. As much as the thought of dealing with the trash, Ulrich had proven himself somewhat useful. 

"Fine. Let's talk orders…"

Ulrich's mouth curves into a faint smile, one of success. 

"What are you drinking boys? King Louis, Killian, rum?"

Charlie, hovers over the table.. 

"a round of Killian for the table. Ice."

"You got it babes."  She spins on her heels, strutting off toward the bar. I return my attention to the matter at hand, cutting a deal with Ulrich. 

It seems like the deal is cut in no time, Ulrich looks appeased, getting his much needed supply. Terry, was not going to be thrilled about this…

" Drinks up gentlemen."

 I lift my gaze from the paperwork before me, as a drink is set in front of me.. Y/N has to stretch over the table to get everyone their drinks,  her short stature, is no match for the monstrous booth… 

 It is quite the view…  I can feel my pants starting to grow tight at the sight of her full figure.

 Fuck.

I catch the ogling eyes of Ulrich's goons staring hard at Y/N, his hands hover over her waist for far too long. 

"Ulrich, you better watch your fucking goons before I gouge out his eyes and shove them down his throat after I make him watch his hand being severed from his wrist." 

Ulrich's lips peirce as he glares at his henchman. 

"Boss." Kane appears beside Bucky, his breathing staggered as he forces out the words. "We've have a problem." 

" what the hell?"

"Fangs, there's at least 9 of them, and they're strapped." 

I scruff, they wouldn't be dumb enough to hit on our turf. 

The echo of gunshots breaks the through the boasting club music. The sound of shattering glass fills my ears, as I reach for the HK45 tucked at my side. Bucky and I leap from the table, eyes peered for the direction of fire, but it's scattered. 

FUCK. 

"Charlie!" 

I hear the splintering screams of Y/N's voice, as she's tugging at Charlie's arm, who is frozen in place, shear terror washed across her face. 

"Kane! Get them out of here!" I bark orders, pushing him in the girl's direction, directing my focus to Ulrich. This son of a bitch set us up…

"Ulrich you mangy piece of shit!"

He throws his hands up. "It wasn't me Stevel, I swear. I wouldn't!" 

I don't care. My fist connects with his face, sending a feel of power rippling through my core, as I watch his body collapse to the floor. 

"If you're lying, I will slit your fucking throat."

My attention is now focus on the White Fangs, who are now collected in a pack near the entrance. 

"Causing a scene boys, in public? How reckless."

"You seem to be quite out numbered, to be speaking so freely, Mr. Rogers."

One of Bassu's men steps forward with a smug look on his face. 

"Am I? You're in my zone buddy." 

Gunshots ring out as four Fangs crumple to the ground, their bodies quickly falling motionless. 

One of my men, Tommy, emerges from around the corner, taking out one more as he makes his way towards us. 

"Interesting…" I take a step forward, my heart racing in my chest with adrenaline. "It seems there is suddenly less of you, shame they couldn't stay for dinner.' 

The man before raises his handgun leveling it between my eyes. I can't help but to let out a chuckle. Was this supposed to frighten me? It wasn't the first time I've starred down the barrel of a gun. 

More gunshots ring out, but not bullets are discharged from the gun pointed at me. The solid thud of bodies dropping sounds from beyond the piece of filth in front of me. His head whips around, his eyes skimming over his fallen men. 

I look to the direction of gunfire, as my father pockets his gun, a wide menacing grin plastered across his face. He hasn't killed in sometime, and he was enjoying it. 

My attention returned to the swine standing before me. "And then there were two… so much for being out numbered, wouldn't you say?" 

I raise my gun to his head, nestling it centered between his ungroomed brows. 

I want to pull the trigger, to watch the bitch drop…. but I need answers. He's no use to me if he's dead… 

"Where is Bassu?" 

…….

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Here we go peeps.I'm back with some new trash! Here's a new unedited series (yes another one). This was an original story converted to reader insert so it does contain character descriptions, if this bothers you, don't read any further. Otherwise, please enjoy! Sorry, I'm a bit rusty. Haaaa

Warnings: language, swears, things.

Word count: 1.5k

Steve Roger's x Plus Sized Reader

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I dropped out of college my first semester after my father disappeared  leaving me to care for my teenage sister.

My name is Y/N.  I'm 20 years old. I'm working at a trendy night club as a waitress. 

…..

"Y/N, get a fucking grip." Grace yells as she stomps down the hallway.

"No Grace, I won't! You're 15 years old, christ! You shouldn't even be having sex." I snap back at her.

It had just been my sister and I for nearly two years. Ever since the disappearance of our father, raising my sister alone had proven to be a real walk in the park… not. 

Was I ever this bad as a teen? Holy shit. 

"Sorry I'm not a prude like you." 

Grace's tone is sparky, as she rests a hand on her hip. 

I fold my arms across my chest, shifting my weight onto my right leg, rolling my eyes so hard I thought they might fall out of my head. 

 "I am not a prude."

"You're 20 years old, and a virgin…"

I let out a long sigh, shaking my head as I stared hard at my baby sister. 

"That doesn't make me a prude. Christ, Grace! I'm just concerned! You're being reckless! Do you know what could happen? God forbid you get an STI or worse..  You're not even on birth control!"

"He used a condom dummy."

I clutch my face in my hands,  letting out a heavy breath in frustration. Why is my sister the way she is?

"Enough. This is obviously a pointless discussion, or lack there of.. I'm taking you in on Monday to get you on birth control, because lord knows you need it." 

Grace scowls at me as her eyes roll hard in her head. "Whatever Y/N."

I glance at my watch 6:32 p.m. Shit. I'm going to be late! 

"I have to go to work. Please…. Just behave, okay?" 

Grace turns and gives me the middle finger before trotting her way up the stairs.

That girl is going to age me 10 years.

Shaking my head, as I breathe out a soft sigh, I quickly grab my keys and purse from the counter, rushing out of the house. The last thing I need today is to be late to work…

……

"Alright ladies listen up." 

Terrance, more commonly known as Terry, the owner of the club, stood before us, his chiseled jaw tight as he leaned against the bar. 

"My son has a meeting here tonight, so be on your best behavior. I expect the utmost professionalism from my ladies. Y/N and Charlie, you're working the VIP section tonight."

"You could have given some warning Terry, I would have dolled up more!" Charlie, a fellow waitress, looks in Terry's direction, a playful frown peaking on the corners of her full lips. 

I feel my stomach churn, I've never worked the VIP section before… it's a big deal. Bigger clients, bigger tips… 

I swallow hard, forcing myself to speak up. I wish I was as outspoken as Charlie, she really has that 'I say what I want, when I want' attitude. 

"Terry... I never work VIP... if this is an important meeting, shouldn't Lydia or Tanya-"

"Charlie will show you the ropes. Now let's make some money." 

Terry claps his hands before heading off to his office. No one wastes anytime. The convened staff disperse in every direction, hurry back to work to finish preparing for the club to open. 

"Don't worry hun!" Charlie squeezes my arm in support. "We're gonna make some good money tonight! Steve  and his boys are so damn fine and gracious tippers. It's a win win. Eye candy and stacks baby." 

"Really?" 

I nervously fidget with my fingers before running them through my long blonde hair.

"Yeah girl, of course! So, Papa Terry is putting a lot of trust in you tonight. Word of advice hun, obviously by now you know this club is a special one, so what you see and hear tonight, keep your mouth shut, and you'll do just fine." 

I nod, understanding fully what she means. Afterall, rats have never made a good name for themselves.

There's a lot that goes on in the club that terrifies me, but the money is too good to pass up.

Charlie smiles at me, a soft genuine smile, as she wraps her arm in mine. Something about her makes me feel oddly safe and at ease.

"I like you Y/N, so I'm going to give you some more advice here. Stop being such an uptight girl!"

"I can't help it."

"Yeah Y/N, lighten up a little, jeez.  When was the last time you got laid?" 

Lydia, another waitress appears from behind us as she jumps into the conversation. 

My eyes immediately deflect to the floor, suddenly feeling more self conscious than usual. 

"I should really get back to it."

"Oh come on Y/N, don't be such prude."

Lydia laughs, but I feel the irritation building within me.

"Why does everyone call me that? I am not a prude!" 

My voice is harsher than I intended it to be. 

"Woah girl, chill." 

Lydia looks at me, seemingly shocked by my outburst. 

"Sorry. I'm really not a prude though. Just because I haven't…" I trail off mid sentence, my gaze now focused on the floor in front of me. 

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. 

"Y/N, babe, are you a virgin?" 

"Lydia, keep it down.."

"It makes so much sense... You being a virgin explains so much." 

"What's that supposed to mean Charlie?" I huff, folding my arms over my chest. What did she mean by that? Was being a virgin a bad thing?

"Who's a virgin? I sure as hell know it's not Lydia." 

A booming laugh echoes from behind me, my blood running cold with embarrassment.

Lydia's head snaps in the direction of the laughter, a scowl now pasted on her full lips.

"Oh shut up Bucky, you old windbag!"

Lydia smacks the large bicep of a tall tatted man hard enough that the sound echoes off the club walls..

 I shyly duck behind Charlie, trying to make myself invisible, the last thing I need right now is to embarrass myself any further.

"Lydia, you need to work on your strength, hit the gym or something." The one called Dawson smirks at Lydia, who sticks her tongue out. "But seriously, who's a virgin, my curiosity has peaked."

"Pfft, I don't think any girl that works here could be. They are just fucking around."

A rich baritone voice fills my ears. I peer my head around from my very obvious hiding spot, Charlie. The man that belongs to the dreamy voice is even more so. He is tall, so deliciously tall, and his eyes are blue like icy glacial pools. Lord, he is like sex on two legs.

"Hey now! Don't be making those kinds of assumptions. Some of us very well could be. Just because we work here doesn't mean a thing. We dress like this for the tips baby." Charlie rolls her eyes at the two men, resting a hand on her hip. 

"Ha ha Charlie, you've got jokes I see. Who knew you were such a comedian?" 

"Who is that?" I whisper in Charlie's ear. 

"Ah yes, introduction time." Charlie points in the direction of the ridiculously handsome men.

"That's Mr. Roger's  son, Steve ." She points to the one with the mesmerizing blue eyes. "And the stupid one is Dawson." 

"Hey! Watch your damn mouth Charlie!" Dawson glares at her playfully, before his eyes land on me… so much for being invisible. 

"Who do we have here? Fresh meat?"

Charlie pulls me forward, resting her arm on my shoulder. "This is Y/N. She's been around for a bit now, but tonight is her first night working VIP, so be nice to her!" 

My eyes instantly flick to Steve , who is looking me up and down. Butterflies build in my just, as my heart flutters. I bite at my lower lip, trying to contain the wave of anxiety washing over me. When his eyes met mine, it was like the earth stopped turning, there was no one in the room but us. I could truly lose myself in those hypnotic blue eyes. 

"Damn! She thicc! I'd like to-"

"Watch your mouth Dawson."

 Steve 's voice is low as he scowls at Dawson through gritted teeth.  Dawson takes a step back, settling himself behind Steve . 

Steve 's eyes fall back to mine capturing my full attention with his intense gaze.. And just for a moment I'm lost in those icy pools.. 

As quickly as they came his eyes left mine, giving their focus to Charlie. 

"Tonight's meeting is important, so you will need to be extra courteous. Feel me Charlie?" 

"Aye aye Captain." Charlie jokingly salutes Steve , who doesn't look the slightest bit amused. 

"Come on ladies, we have jobs to do. Let's get ready to get this money. It's going to be a good night!" 

Charlie smiles, looping her arm in mine, as we head into the VIP section. I glance over my shoulder, dying to get one last peak at Steve . Our eyes meet once again, and I feel my heart shudder in my chest… shit.

…….

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