#kozik imagines

[anotherredwoodoriginal]

this kozik imagine is already 1k+ and i’ve just started the smut

[samcro-girl]

Thanks for the help

(Kozik x reader)

Requested by: @fandomdontendinblood “Could you do a Kozik x Reader fluff with 6, 7, and 42 from the drabble list? Thanks!”

Drabble list:

6- “I need a place to stay.” 7- “Well, that’s tragic.” 42- “Stop being so cute.”

Warnings: swearing, itty bit of violence, Kozik being cute.

A/N: Kozik is just too cute, love him and these prompts.

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You were sat on the couch, watching TV when the loud sound of a Harley rolling down the street filled your ears. “Oh goodie, wonder what’s happened now.” you mutter under your breath, rolling your eyes. A loud knock on the door sounded, and you groan as you lift off of the couch towards the front door. Peaking through the little window to the side of your door, you see Kozik standing there with a busted up face. “Oh good, this is just what I was hoping for today,” you mumble, making your way to the handle.

You open the door to see Kozik with his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish. “I need a place to stay”, he says looking up to meet your eyes, one of his slightly closed because of the nasty black eye he has.

You sigh and open the door the entire way, letting him know that he can come in. 

“Thanks Y/N,” he says in response, touching your arm gently to let you know he means it. You and Kozik have known each other for couple of months after being introduced at the hospital, where you work with Tara. You immediately hit it of, having a friendly but flirty relationship.

“What did you do this time?”, you ask teasingly, knowing it must have been somthing stupid for him not to stay in the dorms.

“Had a fight with a brother, nothin’ too bad,” he replies, taking off his kutte and throwing it down over the back of an armchair.

“Nothing to bad huh, that big ass bruise around your eye says different,” you say, grabbing his hand, leading him to the kitchen and pushing him into a chair so you could get ice to put on his face.

“Yeah well it was emotional healing for him.” Kozik replies, checking out your figure when your back was turned.

“Are you telling me that Tig was the one who busted up your face?” you ask, already having heard ‘the story’ from Tig, who was trying to warn you to stay away from Kozik and sleep with him instead.

“Yeah.” Koz replies, looking down at his feet, embarrassed. 

“Oh fuck, seriously?” you say before laughing, “well that’s tragic.” you add, putting the ice in a cloth and pass it to him. He presses the cloth to his eye and hisses in pain. 

“Hey now, what's that supposed to mean sweetheart?” he asks, you blushing slightly at the pet name. 

“It’s just that I thought if anyone was gonna be the one to beat your ass, it would have been Hap.” You say, having seen firsthand how hard Happy can hit at a boxing match.

“Nah, Tig just got a lucky shot in,” Kozik replies, “So you got any whiskey?” he asks with a hopeful look on his face, changing the subject.

“Yeah, top left cupboard, bring two glasses and the bottle,” you reply making your way back to the living room and onto the couch in front of the TV leaving space for Kozik to sit next to you.

“Ok got it and I got to say you have excellent taste Y/N.” Koz says, walking into the room and siting next to you. He pours two fingers, taking them and handing one to you as he leans back. He swings his arm around the back of the couch as an invitation and you lean into him, your back against his ribs.

A couple of hours and a few more glasses later, you pull your self into a sitting position and say “Ok its getting late and I have work tomorrow so I’m gonna head to bed, you can stay up longer if you want,” turning to face Kozik.

“Nah, I’m a couple of minutes from passing out here,” he replies, rubbing his non-bruised eye.

“Ok so your gonna be in the guest bedroom, the bed’s made up from a couple days ago.” you say, standing and stretching and taking the glasses back to the kitchen and leaving them in the sink.

“Aww I’m not staying in your room?” He teases, grabbing the now practicaly empty bottle and putting it back in the cupboard. He turns, leans against the counter and smirks at you.

“Yeah you wish,” you reply turning away from him so he can’t see you blush. “Actually, you might need some blankets, there in the closet next to the room, c’mon” you say, walking down the hallway towards his room, stopping and opening the closet to grab the blankets.

Kozik follows behind you, smiling at your actions. “Sure, I need four blankets ‘cos I’m, ya know, eight.” He says, eyeing the stack of blankets in your arms.

“Well it gets cold in that room sometimes so it’s better to be safe than sorry.” You say to him, holding out the stack towards him. Kozik takes the blankets, enters the room and puts them on the foot of the bed and turns back to you.

“Thanks again Y/N. For letting me stay, for the help, the whiskey and of course, the blankets.” He says sincerely, leaning against the door frame. “I,uh, I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course Koz, anytime... well not really anytime, you better not come knocking at 4 in the morning, because if you do you’ll be sorry...” you continue to ramble on while Kozik looks at you with a small smile on his bruised face.

“Stop talking Y/N”, he says with a chuckle, immediately stopping your babble. “Stop being so cute,” he says quieter than he was speaking before.

“Wait what?” You ask, with a slight smile “You think I’m cute, the big bad biker man thinks I’m cute?”

“Uhh I guess so,” Kozik says, almost as surprised as you at his words.

“Well I think your pretty cute too,” you reply, smiling at him. Suddenly, he grabs your hips an pull you into him, his lips finding yours in a soft sweet kiss. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. “Sorry about that, couldn’t stop myself.”

Instead of responding, you wrap you arms around his neck and pull him for another kiss, a proper one. One of your hands travels to the side of his face while the other plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. His arms tighten around your waist as his tounge traces your bottom lip. After a minute, you pull back to catch your breath and look into his eyes with a big smile. “Don’t worry about it,” you stay stepping back.

He responds with a sarcastic smile and says, “You sure I can’t stay in your room?”

[samcroslut]

Shush, Just Shush (Kozik x Reader)

A/N: Hay guys! So there is an awful lot of Kozik in my inbox, so I thought that I’d feed you thirsty ass fangirls. Feedback is welcomed with open arms, enjoy..

Request: Reader is hurt. Fluff, slight smut, moderate violence.. you know @hismissharley13

The club was going through a rough patch, and with being an old lady of a member for a few years, you were used to it. The lockdowns, the pistol in your purse, it was all mandatory and you never complained. However, when you were having a shitty day and you got an out-of-the-blue phone call of your old man, it did make your spirits lift. His name lit up the screen, making you drop what you were doing which earned a nasty glare off your manager. Hitting the answer button and turning around to lean against the counter.

“Hello, handsome.” The store bell went off, signaling a customer, causing you to circle around to see if the needed help.

“Well hello, princess. Wanted to tell you that there’s a little get together happening later with the guys. Nothing too mental. Up for it?” His deep voice echoed through the receiver making your heart flutter. Even after all this time that you’ve been together, he still manages to turn you into a stuttering mess. You chuckled at his last comment. With the club there was no inbetween, so it’s impossible for there to be no partying that won’t end in a fight or Tig hooking up with at least 3 different women.

“Now we both know that it is going to be mental, there can’t not be. But sure, count me in.”

Just as he was about to continue someone cleared their throat.

“One minute, babe.” Turning around, a smile plastered on your face.

“How can I help you sir?” He was tall, and had a stern crease on his face. Out of habit your hand travelled up to your top, moving it slightly to expose the crow tattoo. Ever since you got it done, courtesy of Happy, it had made you feel safer and protected- even if you were alone. Leaving the call going, you placed your phone on the side, putting all attention to the customer.

“You Kozik’s Old Lady?” His tone was harsh and determined making you feel on edge.

In the background, you could hear Kozik start to ask questions at the mention of his name.

“What’s it to you?” The man stalked closer, forcing you to back up against the till, the metal pressing into your back. The feeling of his breath on your skin made you cringe. As his hand moved up your body you reached up and slapped him across the face.

“Back off.”

He just chuckled, which resulted in you feeling both angry and nervous. What was he going to do? A slap across the face brought you out of your head. It was so forceful that you fell to the ground, whimpering out in pain.

“Kozik..” You hoped to God that he could hear you and would come but as the man lowered down to the ground, your faith faded. His knee collided with your ribs, a painful groan leaving your lips. Before you even had a chance to catch your breath a cold flush flooded your body. A glimmer of a knife came into view and your breathing picked up, heart hammering out of your chest.

“Please..” A pathetic plea came from you and the man simply ignored you. The blade teased your skin, pulling at your top to go further down your chest. Too caught up in the adrenaline that was numbing you in preparation for what was about to happen that you didn’t hear the store bell.

The handle of a gun swung behind the man’s head, clashing and knocking him out cold on the ground next to you.

Boots banged against the flooring to where you were laying.

“Are you alright?” Kozik’s voice rung out. His hands wrapping around your body, eyes scanning to find any wounds.

A high pitch whine escaped your lips as his hand put pressure on your side, the bruising forming quickly.

“Shit! Come on..” His hands cradled your body as he stood up straight. He carried you out of the shop, leaving the man, without a word. As he approached his bike, he looked down at you, a desperate longing in his eyes as he placed you on your feet.

“Can you hold onto me or should I call-”

“I’ll be fine, babe.” you smiled reassuringly up at him as he handed you his helmet, placing it on you head and buckling it up for you.

Straddling the bike, his head turned to you and waited for you to get on. As you do, wincing as white hot pain shot through you, your arms gripping his sides.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” His hand placed on your thigh to comfort you, well more so him as the pain painted your face.

“Drive, please..”

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Pulling up and cutting the engine, his hand found yours as he helped you off before getting off himself. Moving your legs, you began to walk towards the clubhouse. It was cut short by Kozik’s arms literally sweeping you off your feet. A sharp giggle resonated, music to his ears. Strolling through the doors and towards the back of the building, ignoring all glances from other, outside members. The usuals were used to these sorts of sights, Kozik being very open about his love for you, they just smiled and shook their heads.

Kicking the door closed with his foot, Kozik placed you on your shared bed and kissed your forehead, which then lead to him kissing down your neck. The atmosphere was growing thick quickly, your desperate hands grabbing at his kutte and pushing it off his shoulders. His mouth latched on your chest, pushing up your top roughly. Pressure in the wrong place caused you to hiss out.

“Hey, watch it. Damaged goods over here.” A slight glare fogged your eyes. You knew that he didn’t mean it, you were just playing. In response, a chuckle vibrated through his chest as he moved his hand away from your injured ribs, planting kisses across the tender skin.

“I’m sorry..” Pulling him closer, sensing that this statement had double meaning. You knew that it wasn’t his fault what happened, nothing was, but you also knew that he didn’t acknowledge that, he always placed the blame on himself.

“Shush, just shush. None of this is your fault. I chose this life. I chose you so just shush, before the moment vanishes completely.”

“I love you.” His voice was barely above a whisper,but so was yours as you snuggled further into his chest.

“I love you too.”

[the-bat-writes-imagines]

PDA With Kozik Headcanons

-Kozik being all over you from the beginning, never being shy about the fact that you are together when others are around.

-Kozik liking when you greet him with a kiss on the cheek, he puts one arm around your waist and pulls you against his chest for a moment.

-Him playfully grabbing your hand when you walk away from him and spinning you back to face him, so he can give you one more quick kisses.

-Visiting him while he is working at the garage and him surprising you by quickly rubbing a little grease on your nose from his finger. You both laugh for a second before he gives you a cloth to wipe it off.

-When you walk over to him at the bar he puts his hand on your hip to pull you closer to him before pressing a kiss to your temple and smiling at you.

-Him getting up to sit on the picnic table behind you, when you are outside during a SAMCRO party. Then leaning over to wrap his arms around your shoulders and kissing your cheek.

-When he gets back from a run he meets you at the clubhouse and pulls you into his arms the second he is off his bike. He kisses you roughly and passionately not caring that the guys are all around and whistling at the two of you.

-Tig grumbling about how gross you two are because you are all over each other, but it is just because he does not like Kozik.

-You two dancing around in the middle of the crowd at the clubhouse with his hands on your hips, holding you as close as possible.

-Making out at parties and him occasionally getting a little too hot and heavy before you are able to pull him away to his dorm room.

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine showing Herman your costume....

“Baby? Where are you hiding?” He called into the bedroom as he opened the door. Your bed was empty, but the closet light shined across the hardwood floor as you giggled, “give me a second babe, I am putting the last touches on for my costume.”

“Baby, it is just a party at the club house, I told ya you didn’t need any...”

“Herman Kozik it is a party on Halloween, of course I am going to dress up. Now can you help me with my zipper?”

“Sure baby but first ya gotta open the door.”

“Okay, but don’t peek.” You instructed before poking you head out, “I mean it.”

“Fine, fine I wouldn’t look.” He sighed, closing his eyes before aimlessly trying to find the zipper on the dress. Once he located it, he pulled it up, and let his hand linger at the top before he released it. You spun around several moments later and gentle placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back slightly before leaning up and peppering a kiss on his lips, “Okay open.”

What greeted him was you dressed in a red wig, your tits held up by a push up bra, and your frame hidden by a tight fitting, floor length, red dress with a slit in the side. Your feet trapped in matching red heels.

“Well don’t you look stunning today miss Jessica Rabbit.” He smiled as your made up face smiled back at him.

“You don’t look too bad yourself. However you are missing something.”

“Yeah and what might that be.”

“Your rabbit ears, Mr. Rabbit.” As you said that you gestured to the rabbit ears you bought him sitting on the bed, he went to protest however he could see the puppy eyes starting to form on your face, and a deep sigh exited his mouth.

“Fine, but I am not going to like it.”

“Yay! Let me just get my jacket and then we can go.” You exclaimed before heading towards your front door, leaving Kozik to put on the rabbit ears, something he was never going to hear the end of Once his brother’s saw him.

[freerebelmentality]

Lets take a walk

“You: Come for a walk with me

Herman: its freezing out

You: It never bothered you before

Herman: It would be freezing for you

You: Doesnt matter. I love this weather

Herman: You love the cold?

You: Yes, plus I have you to warm me up

Herman: Why didnt you mention that earlier?

You: Should have pieced that together doofy”

Kozik gives you a puzzled expression, you smile as you grab his hand and led the both of you to the door. Hand in hand stopping at a near by cafe to have coffee together and finally hitting the trail. Its the weekend trip the both of you needed and spend quality time together from the busy schedules you both have.

[freerebelmentality]

"I feel like I'm in high school all over again" Herman says as he lays beside you on your bed

"Why high school?" You ask looking to him with a smile

"Because of your room. With the lights, book shelf with the stuffed animal there" He says while looking around your room

"What? You feel like the bad boy?" You ask with a slight chuckle

"Who finally got the most popular girl in school. After beating up the quarter back" He says jokingly while the both of you laugh

"In all seriousness, I wasn't the bad boy. I was more on the honour roll side but well you know how that goes" He says while looking to you in a hushed tone.

"Just like I wasn't the most popular girl in school. I liked to keep to myself, little friends as possible" You tell him while looking away

He pulls your face towards him and gives you a kiss to the lips.

"That's to bad because you are stuck with me now" He says as he begins to tickle your sides.

You burst into laughter and when the tickling stopped is when he looked to you adoringly. He couldn't be more happier to have you in his life while you thought the same. You loved having Herman around and loved being with him.

[samcroslut]

My Badass (Kozik x Reader)

A/N: Hay guys! So this request has been in my inbox for about a month or so and I have been putting off because I was trying to figure out the plot but I think I finally put it together properly. To the anon who requested this, hope you enjoy

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You were always the quiet one. Not really speaking to the guys an abundant amount but you still had a relationship with each and every brother. Your quiet nature meant that you were thought of as an easy target to the ignorant type. For as long as you could remember, you were friends with the club; them treating you as family and protecting you. And for that you were thankful. However, when you met Kozik for the first time, his charter coming down to help out with the club, you were instantly forever in their debt. They allowed you to meet the love of your life and, for once, find something that gave you stability and a permanent source of support.Now, you two had been together for three years. Three, strong years and you were officially his Old Lady. the responsibility that now fell onto your shoulders was intense, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. So one day when Kozik came home, stress the evident on his  sharp, masculine features, the worry naturally flooded your system. Rushing up to him, hands wrapping around his neck as you brought him into your chest to cuddle.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Your voice barely above a whisper as you carted your fingers through his hair.

“Nothing’ too bad. Just club stress.” You smiled sadly as he pulled away and kissed you deeply. Your mind checking out within seconds as you found yourself lost in the feeling of your lips on his. He was always able to calm you and make any thought that was once at the forefront of your mind vanish.

“Is there anything that I could do?” He shook his head at your suggestion, “Nothin’ that I’d let you do.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confusion spreading quickly through your mind. What does that mean? In your mind, you were still needing to prove yourself to the club. To show were worthy of the Old Lady title. Even though you had been with the club for years, your drastically different nature from them made the doubt linger.

“What’s going on, Koz? If there is anything I can do, you know I will.” You never pried into the club’s business but if there was anything that you could do, you believed that you had to. In response, he just shook his head and walked passed you into the kitchen to grab a beer. As he leant against the counter, you pushed the conversation to the back of your mind and focused on spending time with your man.

 Later into the night, the topic of your behaviour came up. To Kozik, you were were a bubbly, conversationalist with a bad streak if he came home late or pissed you off, but to the club? That was a different story. They saw you as an innocent little flower, dethorned and harmless. Kozik, since the start of your relationship, had been trying to tell them that you weren’t like that but it just didn’t make sense to them. ‘She our (Y/N), she’s not like that.’

 In the end, he gave up. Accepting that he wouldn’t be able to prove it anytime soon and that was it, but now that the club had had a run in with a local drug dealer that they were trying to get rid of, Jax had came up with the plan of baiting him. Of course that meant that they needed someone they could trust to do it. Most of the guys with Old Ladies were reluctant to put them in danger, but at the end of the day it was for the club. Tara and a few of the other main Old Ladies down right refused and the eyes turned to Kozik when they were all sat around the table in church.

“No. (Y/N) is not being brought into this, brother.” It wasn’t even an ask at that point, it was a statement. “It’s for the club. At least run it by her.” But he didn’t want to run it by you, he knew that you would accept and he didn’t want that to happen.

So the next day, when Kozik had gone to TM and you were bored, you decided to pay him a visit. Pulling up in the lot and walking into the clubhouse, you spotted Tig and Juice at the bar. There wasn’t even any croweaters, it was deserted. “He’s not here, love. Club shit.” You smiled in response and sat on the bar stood, Tig pouring you a drink and looking at you curiously.

“So, he run it by you?” A look of bewilderment crossed you face at his words. “Run what by me?” Tig glanced at Juice and Juice just shrugged his shoulders.

 “Well, the club need a person to help out and Jax asked if you could. Kozik didn’t seem too happy about it.” Leaning closer to him, your arms folded across your chest as your silence urged him to continue. Sighing, he put down his drink and finished the story.“There’s something we need to get rid of and we need bait to draw him out, the bait being you.”The sudden realisation struck you: Kozik was just trying to protect you. A harmless bit of safeguarding. Nodding your head at Tig’s words, or in a way request, you looked him in the eye and responded with an incredible amount of certainty and confidence. “Well, if that’s what the club needs me to do, then I’ll do it.” The look of shock on both Tig’s and Juice’s faces as they actualized the situation. They didn’t mean to coax you into doing it and now that it appears they have, they were definitely going to get a beating off of Kozik. Not that Tig cared, he was always up for a fight with him but he was also a little reluctant on letting you do this. He was like a father to you. Yet, at the same time, both the boys knew that once something was said, there was no going back with you. So they both simply nodded their head and sat in silence, drinking.

~~~~

As the night rolled up, and you were dressed up and currently having a drink with this guy, who they still refused to completely disclose all the information but just enough to help you understand the dangers. It made your skin crawl when his arm, that was thrown over the back of the chair you were sat on, skimmed against your shoulders. The feeling of him touching you made you want to punch him and say that you were taken but you couldn't. You simply couldn’t. Kozik wasn't told until the very last minute about the fact that it was you that was the bait. The plan was perfect and, hopefully, everything would go smoothly but they knew that he would kick up a storm. And he did, but it was too late and he remained in the seats in the back of the back watching you, drink gripped tightly as his knuckles were solid white.

 As the jealousy coursed through his veins, he looked anywhere but the two of you, glancing briefly around at the rest of his brothers, who were scattered across the bar, that were at the ready in case things did go south.He heard you laugh and lean closer to the target, he knew that it was all an act and that you didn’t mean it but he couldn’t help himself in fantasizing the guys death.

“So, sweets, you wanna carry this on back at my place?” Internally cringing at the pet name, you panicked and scanned the room for one of the guys. When you looked back at him, you noticed that he flashed a look towards your direction of sight, and seeing some of the guys.

“Oh shit. You bitch!” The guys were quick to act but you hastily pulled back and slammed his head to the table top, a sickening thud striking out upon contact. Your knee went straight to his ribs and you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Call me that again and see what happens..”Turning, you saw the biker standing there with a look of awe and astound on their faces, everyone but Herman. No, he was standing there with a smirk. He knew that you could handle yourself and now this was the proof to his brothers that you weren’t just some quiet, innocent girl and that you were a total badass.

~~~~

When you arrived back at the clubhouse and all collectively had a very strong drink in hand the questions started pouring in, much like the free flowing bottles that were being passed around like candy. Perching on Kozik’s lap, you looked down at him and then back up at your family.

“I told you guys, she’s a badass.” His hand squeezed your thigh as he stated it matter-of-a-factly. Leaning down to kiss him, hand caressing his face as he pulled away and muttered softly,

 “My badass.”