#kozik prompts

[ravennaortiz]

Smutty 31 and 32 with a jealous/possessive Happy please? That man could own me any day.

The grip Happy has on all of us is unreal isnt it? Were going to have a fun time with this one. Buckle up because this is one hell of a.....ride. 18+ Minors DNI. Prompts 31:Jealous? and 32: Your mine.

Smut below the cut

Mine

Walking into the clubhouse you surveyed the party going on. You had been waiting for Happy to come home as you needed serious attention that only your Old Man could provide. You couldn't lie you were a bit annoyed he had asked you to come down here after he had been on the road for a week with basically only quick texts here and there. As you had been rifling through your closet you had decided to wear his favorite outfit and maybe flirt a bit to get your point across.

"You could feel Happys eyes on you as you made your way to the bar where Chibs, Juice and Jax were sitting drinking beers. A smirk flitted across your face as you made your way to your targets. Happy watched you saunter over to the bar. Your body clad in a leather mini skirt that showed a hint of your red panties and a skin tight tube top that your breast threatened to spill out of as they bounced with every step of your heeled feet. The moment your ass hit Juices lap his beer and conversation with Tig and Kozik was forgotten. The look over your shoulder and way you leaned forward on the bar giving Juice a peek at your ass had him seething.

"What are you doing" panicked Juice as he raised his hands over his head and looked to Chibs and Jax for help. "Getting Happys attention" you replied simply. "Could you do that in a way that won't have him killing me?" questioned Juice before you were yanked off his lap and flung over Happys shoulders.

"Your mine, little girl" growled Happy in your ear. The low rasp of his voice and the grip on your throat pinning you to the wall of the clubhouse dorms hallway had heat radiating from your core. Not quite done being a brat yet you decided to get one more jab in. "Jealous?" you asked as you shot him a grin meeting his gaze. Happy was silent for a moment as he played with the toothpick in his mouth. Watching your gaze land on the toothpick he knew exactly how we would handle you.

"Open your mouth, tongue out" ordered Happy as he took the toothpick and rubbed it around your lips before running it along your tongue making you moan. "Your mistake was thinking Juice could give a needy slut like you what you need" rasped Happy as he tossed the toothpick to the floor and pushed two fingers down your throat making you gag and tears well in your eyes.

Happy kept up a brutal pace while using his other hand yanked down your top letting your breast spill out. "Just look at you. Tits out and gagging on my fingers in the hallway" whispered Happy as he pressed himself into you grinding his erection against you as his free hand found one of your hardened nipples. Giving it a twist you cried out from the jolt around his fingers. Happy chuckled as he continued to flick and twist your sensitive nipples. He knew all the right buttons to push to make you a drooling mess just like you knew how to push him into possessive jealous mode.

After a few minutes Happy stepped back releasing you and smiling as you slumped against the wall panting. "Your mine." stated Happy firmly as he undid his belt and jeans. "Can we go?" you started to ask before his stern expression cut you off. "Your voice and words are mine. Only thing I want to hear from you for a bit is my name as I pound that pussy that is mine. Are we clear little girl?" stated Happy pushing you back into the wall as he slid his hand up your skirt closing his eyes at how wet you were as you nodded.

"Turn around. Spread your legs and grab onto your ankles" ordered Happy as he stepped back form you and pumped himself a couple times as he watched you present your self to him. "This ass is mine" stated Happy as he gave you two swift slaps to each cheek making your yelp and your body clench around nothing. "This arousal is mine" stated Happy as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slick folds teasing your entrance slightly. He grinned as you whimpered and pushed back on to him some. Gripping your hips tightly to leave bruises he slammed into you making your eyes roll back as you screamed his name. "This pretty pussy is mine" he growled before pulling out and ramming into you again relishing in the feel of your gripping him tightly as he pounded into you over and over.

Your release came quick and made your legs weak causing you to fall forward. Happy though wasn't going to let you get off that easily as he stopped only long enough to lower you both to the floor so he could continue to chase his own release. Sitting with his back to the wall and you facing away from him on display for anyone who walked down the hall he continued to pump into you as he kept you cumming as he played with your clit. "Your mine" bellowed Happy after a few more minutes as his pace faltered and he spilled his release deep inside your body.

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[drabbles-mc]

Reminders

Herman Kozik x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, light angst if you squint but it's mostly fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: lake

Word Count: 200

A/N: I've missed this dude i can't lie 🥰

Kozik never talked to you much about his life back in Tacoma. You never pushed him about it, either, figuring there was a reason he kept most of it to himself. Whatever his life was back then, it had landed him in an MC, and it had also been a life that made him up and move to Charming.

You were helping him through the daunting task of unpacking his boxes into the new house. You’d stumbled across one that had photos in it, some framed, some not. One of them was clearly him as a child, standing on the dock at a lake holding up a fish in his hand.

He saw the smile on your face and walked over to see what it was you were looking at. When he saw the photo, he allowed himself a smile too. It wasn’t all bad, even if a good portion of it had been, but it was nice to have some reminders.

“You were so cute,” you said with a grin.

“Hey,” he pretended to offended, “I still am.”

You tilted your head back as you laughed before leaning over and kissing him lightly on the lips. “Yes you are.”

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[spankystokes]

#20 TWINS • May 20th is here and for this #atoyadaymay submission, prompted by @toyhaus.studio , is from @frankkozik with his awesome 10” tall Smorkin Monger filtered and unfiltered along with his S1 lighters produced by @kidrobot - all figures were signed in 2007 at SDCC, miss you, Frank 🙌❤️ - see you tomorrow! #spankystokes #arttoy #designertoy #vinyltoy #vinyltoys #designertoys #toyblog #toyblogger #twins #kozik #frankkozik #kidrobot #mongers #smorkin #cigarette #lighters http://dlvr.it/SpLWyP

[thirstygirlclub]

A Boy Named Box - Part Two (2)

KozikxGayMale!Reader

(this is my second time writing this. i had finished this, all done, until my internet crashed and i lost all of it. hopefully, this one will be as good as the lost part.)

(the second part of a request from an anon! where the reader is Juice’s twin brother that moved away from Queens to Charming for a new start and falls for a certain sandy haired son)  

also this part is dedicated to @marcus-demitri455 and @samcro-saint99 who were so lovely when i was so heartbroken about this, love you my angels! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

p.s legit thought that this was only going to be 3 parts max but I didn’t factor in the fact that i always get carried away and that this is all so cute that it is consuming me more than i ever thought possible? so this is going to be part 2 of 4 (for now but knowing me i’m going to turn it into a whole McFreakin’ book or some shit)

WARNING: CONTAINS CUTE STUFF

Tig was trying to rile you up, you knew he was, but that didn’t stop you giving him exactly what he wanted. You grabbed him by the front of his kutte and you couldn't give a shit about disrespecting the leather and sons of Anarchy colours when he was disrespecting you like he was. You had had enough of your sexuality being the butt of all of his jokes. You knew he was joking and he didn’t mean it, not really, but that didn’t stop it from offending you. Juan was getting sick of it too but he let you fight your own battles now you were both adults.

“Say that again,” you hissed lowly, “you bastard.”

“I said,” Tig said loudly with a laugh, “I’m not gonna let a gay kid beat me in the ring. Unless you’re scared-”

You bashed him roughly against the brick wall of the work bay while he grappled at your hands and work shirt; trying to get you to release him but his attempts proving fruitless. His eyes showed panic and pain, there was blood running from his nose and down his chin from where you had punched him to try and get him to shut up. Despite the expression on his face, he laughed as you were wrenched away from the older man. 

You struggled against Kozik’s grip. He had pulled your arms behind you, almost like a police grip, and was pulling you away. Even though he was strong, he was struggling to do so. Kozik practically threw you into the parking lot then pushed you back by the chest when you had rounded on him to get back to Tig.

“That’s enough!” Chibs commanded from where he had been watching the brawl and walking over to you, “Stop this now. You know he doesn’t mean it!”

“I don’t give a fuck if he means it or not,” you growled at the Scottish man, “I’ve had to deal with that shit all my life. I’m not dealing with it here, get it?”

“Alright, alright,” Chibs sighed with an understanding nod at you before turning to Kozik, “go deal with that dickhead. I’ll get the kid calmed down.”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Yeah? Then stop fucking acting like one!”

He grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and started walking you off but you fought him off. Chibs let go and put his hands up in surrender but followed you anyway. When you cast a glance back, Kozik grinned at you then turned back to go have a look at Tig’s face. 

“I’m takin’ bets on a fight night,” Chibs told you and took a drag of his cigarette, “first match is you against him. If you’re willing to clear the air in public.”

“If he’s not scared of losing to a fa-”

“Enough Box! Are you in? I’m sick and tired of you bein’ at each others throats all the time.”

“Yeah,” you spat, “I’m in.”

“Right. 2 weeks time, you and him in the ring then all this gets put to rest. Yeah?”

You had been sleeping peacefully, in a drunk and stoned stupor, snoring away when you were woken up by a voice in your ear.

“Box,” you heard them whisper in your ear, “time to get up.”

When you opened your eyes you saw Kozik stood over your bed, with his arms folded and that stupid grin on his face, you sat up with a gasp and pulled the blankets up over your naked body and stared up at him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck man?!” You shrieked hoarsely, “get out!”

Kozik laughed at your now bright red face but didn’t leave. When he didn’t say anything you shook your head in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of way. You knew you weren’t the most attractive person while you were sleeping, especially after a night of drinking and smoking. You hastily wiped the drool off of your cheek and tried to fix your bedhead.

“You know you snore?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said with a scoff.

“Get up now; we’re going training.”

“Training?”

“Yeah. I bet $64 on you winning and I’m not gonna get it back with that right hook so get up, get dressed.”

He picked some shorts and a black shirt from a pile of clothes from the pile of clean washing on the desk chair to throw them at you. He then stood looking around and the room that you were sleeping in.

“Uh, kinda naked here bro,” you said and held the blankets tighter to your bare chest, “you wanna leave?”

Kozik smirked, knowing he had already seen everything, but turned to leave anyway. Once the door was shut, you checked the time and groaned, standing up and pulling on the clothes.

“Are you joking?” You asked him as you stormed through to see him sat drinking coffee at the little dining table in the kitchen, “it’s 6-fucking-05 in the morning. What is your problem?”

“Gotta get there before the crowds. Come on. Let’s go, we’re jogging to the gym.”

He stood up and hit you on the bicep as he walked passed you and out the front door. You sighed and followed him, stretching and yawning as you went.

Evidently, you weren’t as fit as you thought you had been. You had been jogging for a total of 10 minutes and you already needed to sit down since you were puffing, panting and sweating profusely. You grabbed the back of Kozik’s shirt and braced yourself on your knees before collapsing on some nearby grass. Your running partner chuckled then same to sit by you. Luckily, it was still morning and reasonably cool out.

You had only been in Charming for about 6 weeks but you were already sick of the heat. You were so used to the chillier, grey weather in Queens and you hadn’t yet acclimatised to it like Juan had but then again, he was always a fan of warmer weather. You used to say he was like a lizard.

“Come on Box,” Kozik groaned once you had caught your breath, “we’ve been sat here for 20 minutes and I actually want to get to work today.”

“I still have to go to work after the gym?” You huffed then rolled onto your side and curled up in a ball when he nodded.

“Stop being a drama queen.”

“Who are you calling queen?” You asked venomously.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that! Fuck you’re grouchy in the morning!”

You sat up to glare at him and saw that he was already stood up and was holding his hand out you to help you up. You sighed in defeat, taking his hand and letting him help you stand and you weren’t sure but maybe he held it for a second too long when you were on your feet. And maybe there was that mischievous glint in his blue eyes but you couldn’t know for sure because as soon as you had thought you had seen it he had turned around to run on ahead of you.

Training with Kozik was simultaneously the toughest but most entertaining thing you had done in your life, kind of. You had got a chance to talk to him properly about everything you had been through and it was nice to open up to somebody that wasn’t Juan. As much as your brother loved you, you knew he was getting fed up of hearing about your ex. He would never say anything to you about it but you could just tell. That twin intuition, you know?

Kozik had listened patiently to your worries while you battered the punching bag. He eased your concerns that the guys hadn’t accepted you as yourself and still just thought of you as one half of The Juice Box, that they all thought you were running away from your past, that they didn’t accept you for your sexuality with them being a biker gang and all.

“You know the guys talk shit but honestly Box... listen to me. They love you, alright? We all do besides, we all got our thoughts on Tig. Nobody gives a fuck if you’re gay. And yeah, you’re Juice’s brother but you’re also Box. We get you’re a different guy all together. Got better hair for a start,” Kozik had told you, ruffling your sweaty hair and making you laugh; diffusing the tense atmosphere you had brought with you that one particular day, “and don’t worry about running from where you came from; we all got something we’re running towards. You know?”

You hadn’t been ashamed to wipe away a few tears when he told you that; you needed to hear that and it meant so much coming from him. But as he patted you comfortingly on the shoulder you couldn’t help wondering what it was that he was running to. 

On the plus side, you hadn’t been in better shape for a long time. You were waking up at 6am every morning without needing him to barge into your room and drag you out of bed. He had given you special instructions not to drink, smoke, do drugs for the entire 2 weeks you had been training with him and he had even put you on a special diet. This mostly consisted of you sharing his lunch, normally some kind of salad with lean meat or pasta, while you were working and him bringing you the food for your dinner. It was nice to have someone looking out for you every now and again.

You had a good little routine going too, wake up at 6 then run to the gym with Kozik at 6:30; work out and train until 8 so you were all ready to hit the showers and seeing him in just a towel afterwards was always a bonus, not that you would tell him that of course; he was already big-headed enough. 

The buzz around TM and the club house was electric on the day of the fight. Word had got out that Kozik was training you up and teaching you the way that Tig fought so he had enlisted the help of Chibs. This meant that it was no longer just a competition to see who was the better fighter but also who was the better coach too. The animosity and fighting talk was so bad between the two teams that Clay had to schedule the shifts so that neither team was mixed together. You had tried to defend yourselves and say that it was all friendly but Clay was having none of it.

You had also been promoted to “mechanic’s assistant” which essentially meant you were Kozik’s own personal go-fer boy and he was loving it; he was asking you to get any number of different things that he could easily get for himself. Every time you complained about it, he would remind you that Clay was keeping an eye on you to see if you were worth keeping on the team which would make you grumble but kick him the wrench that was about 3 inches away from his hand.

The sound of a motorcycle drew you out of your angry thoughts and you turned to see Juan climbing off of his motorcycle wearing his Sons of Anarchy kutte and sunglasses. He carried himself differently when he was wearing the vest and you kind of wanted one too but you had a feeling that regardless of how accepting they were as people, the other charters and club rules probably wouldn’t allow a gay man into the club. It didn’t stop you craving the sense of belonging that your brother had found with them though.

You were leaning casually against the front of a green dodge charger, beside Kozik as he was under the hood of the car, as you ate the rest of the blonde man’s chicken salad, when Juan came sloping over to you with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. You sent your twin a quizzical look which he returned sarcastically.

“You ready for tonight little brother?” Juan asked you, “you think you’re gonna win?”

“Uh yeah,” You scoffed, stuffing another bite in your mouth, “why? You got no faith in me?”

“Nah, obviously I do. I just mean that Chibs is a good coach, that’s all.”

With that comment, Kozik raised himself from under the hood of the car and stepped in front of you, between you and Juan, with his arms folded and his chest puffed out. Juan tried his best not took look threatened but his small step backwards betrayed his smug face. You peeked over Kozik’s shoulder and smiled around another bite of salad. Your brother looked between you and Kozik with a knowing smile but said nothing, turning to head into the clubhouse.

You knew Juan knew about your teeny tiny, minuscule crush on your fighting coach. Again the twin intuition, but knew better than to call you out on it. 

“You wanna pass me that wrench?” Kozik asked you once you had clipped the lid back on his tupperware tub.

He was pointing to a black handled tool in the tool box. All he had to do was bend down and grab it but he really was loving having you as his personal servant. With a sigh, you bent down to grab it and give it to him but he stood with his hand out stretched until you had placed it in his palm but even then he didn’t close his fingers around it.

“I meant the other one, the one next to it,” he said, that mischievous glint back in his eyes.

You sighed and raised your eyebrows at him before grabbing the other wrench and swapping it for the next size down. 

“No, the other one,” he grinned.

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“Less of the attitude mister,” he hit you in the chest with the wrench you had just given him before turning back into the car, “Clay is always watching you. You wanna be my butler forever?”

“If I don’t kill you first,” you muttered but turned away when you saw Clay peering at you through the blinds in the office.

“What?”

“Nothing man, just saying how much of an honour it would be.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought you said.”

You laughed with him and brushed your shoulder against his as you lent under the hood to watch what he was doing, sharing a look with him before he turned back to his work with a smile on his face.

(legit have no idea how to write guys, i’m sorry!!)

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[asthesamcroflies]

PROMPT: SOS

You’re on a girls’ day out, shopping, lunch, cocktails – but then you get a distress call. It’s your old man. It’s gotten crazy busy at TM and he knows he promised he’d pick you up and take you out for dinner after, but customers are losing their shit, there’s no one manning the office, and the prospects are fucking useless…

“Hey, chill, I’m on my way.”

Jax

As soon as you step out of your car, he gets that slow smile that’s always a dead giveaway there’s something dirty running through his mind, but there’s genuine gratitude in those blue eyes too.

He swaggers over for a kiss and to drape an arm around your shoulders as he walks you across the yard, dropping another kiss to the top of your head as you sit down at the cluttered office desk.

“I’ll make it up to ya, darlin’ …”

He’s definitely sticking around and getting his hands dirty instead of delegating now you’re here.

The shirt’s definitely coming off and you’re not even going to pretend you’re not enjoying the view.

He offers to lock up, but only so he can get you alone in the office at the end of a long day.

Some of your efforts to organise are wasted when he sweeps paperwork off the desk to fuck you on it instead.

You’re not complaining.

Chibs

He’s too busy to notice until you’re almost right in front of him, but his eyes light up when he sees you and his smile dimples his scarred cheeks.

“You’re a bloody angel, lass …”

He tries not to get too distracted from his work, content to sneak glances at you from across the garage, smiling when he catches your eye.

But he still manages to keep finding excuses to wander into the office when he suspects a customer’s trying to get too friendly.

He tells the others he’s working through his break so he can clock off in time to take you for that dinner he promised.

But when you bring him a coffee, seeing you walk away from him to head back into the office is a temptation too far and strong arms slip around your waist.

You don’t want to get caught by his brothers, but you have to admit there’d be a certain irony in a quickie with your old man on the hood of the car belonging to a particularly lecherous customer …

That accent in your ear, hot kisses down your neck as he’s buried inside you makes you wonder why you even hesitated.

Opie

He’s proud to see his old lady coming to the rescue, meeting you in the yard with a kiss.

He sets you up in the office, making sure the prospects keep you supplied with coffee or whatever you need to be comfortable.

The first impatient customer who raises their voice at you hears a throat cleared behind them and turns to almost smack into the man mountain behind them, arms folded across that broad chest and a glare on his face.

He steals a kiss any time he has to be in the office, being careful not to get engine oil or grease on your outfit.

But he waits to get you home to fully show his appreciation, even if you don’t quite make it as far as the bed.

It’s worth the wait.

Kozik

His grin when he sees you threatens to split his face and he abandons whatever he’s working on to wrap you up in his arms and twirl you around.

“Knew you’d come through for me, baby …”

He says he’s teaching you when he shows you what he’s working on, but really he just wants you there to talk to and goof around with.

Before long, you’re wearing his work shirt unbuttoned over your outfit and his baseball cap backwards on your head.

He keeps calling you his little grease-monkey – you get him back by smudging grease like war paint on his cheeks.

Jokes on you when the two of you end up making out and it rubs off on you.

He clocks off early, after ordering the prospects to valet your car as payment for helping out – besides, he wants you to have to leave it there so you have to ride home wrapped around him on his bike.

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[anotherredwoodoriginal]

Keep Me Close (Hold Me Tight)

Dialogue prompt: “I feel secure in your arms.”

Pairing: Kozik x reader

Requested by: @flowercrowns-goodvibes​ (sorry this took so long, i know i’m so bad at posting but i hope you like it! xx)

Word count: 577 words

Title from: If This Is Love - Xavier Omär

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You stand before the tall gate, wondering if you have the skills to scale it. There are no grooves, nothing solid - just a thin bar to hold your footing - and nothing to grab onto if your initial jump were to fail. And that was all without considering the barbed wire that would pierce your skin if you were to land even a little wrong.

Still.

You think you could make it.

You’re about to jump, knees bent and ready to launch, when a voice (not familiar, yet not unwelcome) startles you out of focus.

“Hey!” The voice yells, “what d’you think you’re doing?”

You turn to face him and the smug smile you’re wearing falters, just a little. Messy blonde hair and pretty, soft blue eyes are starting at you. His brow is furrowed a little. You like the concern.

Then, you notice the patch that reads: NOMAD.

‘This must be the new guy,’ you think, trying not to be too obvious about the way you’re eyeing him up and down. Maybe you wouldn’t mind sticking around if he was going to.

“I’m getting out of here,” you say aloud, trying to bring back your nonchalance.

The nomad frowns. “Isn’t Opie your brother-”

“Yeah,” you snap, suddenly remembering exactly why you were about to risk a broken leg and torn up hands to escape, remembering the way your world was turned upside down. “And he didn’t think to tell me he was my brother until two fucking weeks ago. The club isn’t my family; I don’t need to be here,”

He shakes his head. “That’s where you’re wrong. You are a part of this family, and you do need to be here. This shit’s dangerous, okay? You’re secure here.”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes at that, because yeah, he’s charming and he’s maybe one of the prettiest guys you’d ever laid your eyes on, but who speaks like that? Ignoring him, you used all the strength you had to jump up off of the ground. The loose gravel crunched under your foot as you sprung up, reached for the top of the gate and-

Completely miss.

You probably should’ve seen that one coming but you can’t help but squeeze your eyes closed as you brace for the impact, the slam of concrete on bare skin.

But the impact that doesn’t come. Instead, you find yourself wrapped up in thick arms, pulled against a solid chest, and you hear a small, airy chuckle as warm breath hits your ear.

Clearing your throat (and admitting to yourself that, yeah, that wasn’t one of your best plans) you look up at the man that caught you.

“What’s your name?” You ask.

He gives a small smile as he answers Kozik and your tongue flicks out to wet your suddenly dry lips. This man is gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but think just how happily you would be to drown in those ocean eyes.

“Well, Kozik,” you say, hoping that he can’t see through your false bravado or hear the way your heart is hammering against your ribcage at his touch. “I feel secure in your arms.”

You hope it comes out teasing and playful. And it must, because he laughs, bright and loud and he throws his head back.

“Well stick around,” he says, still smiling all pearly white teeth and eyes crinkling at the sides,  “and we’ll see how secure I can really make you feel.”

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[shigaraki-s]

Kozik: You're gonna get me killed

Tig: I sincerely hope so

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[hismissharley13]

Together

Requested by Anon - Kozik - “Yell, scream, cry, please just say something, anything!”

You hadn’t been a ‘crow-eater’ per-se, you had just gone to a party with your friend Dana one night at Samcro.  You had gotten particularly friendly with a tall, blonde guy named Herman Kozik.  You hooked up that night, leaving the following morning a very satisfied woman.  The next party, he was there and you hooked up again.  It became a semi-regular thing.  If Kozik was in town, he’d call to your place, or you’d meet him at the club house.

Today? Today was different.  You’d been seeing Kozik for a few months now and he was due to come back to Charming today.  You headed to the clubhouse to meet Dana.

“Ready for some fun tonight, (Y/N)?” Dana asked, winking at you as she stocked the fridge.  You looked at her solemnly, causing her easy smile to falter as she read your expression.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” she came out from behind the bar to grasp your arm in concern.  Tears pricked your eyes as you looked at your friend,

“I’m late,” you whispered.  A look of confusion crossed her face for an instant,

“Don’t be silly, they’re not due in til later,”

No, Dana, I’m late,” you emphasised the last point.

“Wh-oh! Shit! Honey, are you?”

“I don’t know,” you held up the boxes for the pregnancy tests, “I’ve not been able to bring myself to find out,”

Dana pulled you into a hug, before propelling you to the bathroom, locking the door behind you both,

“You gotta,” she ordered simply, folding her arms and blocking your exit.

***

Kozik walked into the club, all smiles and eager to see his favourite girl.  He caught Dana in a one-armed hug,

“She not here yet?” he asked with a slight frown.  She nodded, gesturing towards the dorms,

“In your usual room, I think...Kozik?” Dana stopped him briefly, “I don’t think she’s doing too good,” he was slightly concerned at this warning and rushed down the hall.

When he entered the room, the sight he was met with was not exactly the greeting he had planned.

You were sat cross legged on the bed, wearing leggings, and an overly large hoody, hood up and sleeves down over your hands.  Your eyes were fixed on your fingertips and you were completely motionless.  Kozik came straight over to you and put his arm around you,

“What’s bothering you, little lady?” he nudged you gently, leaning his head down to look at your face.  He sank to his knees in front of you as he saw the evidence of your earlier crying.  He grasped at your hands, dislodging the little white test from your grip.  He picked it up, noting with horror the two strong blue lines and his face fell.  He stood and raked a hand through his hair as he paced,

“How long?” he demanded sharply, “Were you going to tell me? Is it even mine?”

Kozik got more angry as you failed to respond,

“Damnit, (Y/N), don't you have anything to say?  What the fuck are we gonna do?” he dropped to his knees again and grabbed hold of your shoulders harshly, shaking your body as he shouted at you,

“(Y/N) for fuck’s sake!  Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything!” Tears began to well up in his eyes as he pleaded, “baby, talk to me,” he choked the last word, “please,”

You lifted your unblinking eyes to his shining blue ones warily.  He placed a hand on your cheek as your lip started to tremble.

“I’m-so-sorry,” you sobbed, wailing into his chest as he pulled you to him.

“Oh, sweetheart! (Y/N) baby, it's on both of us,” he assured, cuddling you close.

“What are we gonna do?” you whimpered,

“I dunno,” he confessed, “but whatever it is, we will do it together, okay?”

***

@hanaissupergirl

@cole-winchester

#sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy #sons #soa #soa kozik #herman kozik #kozik x reader #kozik imagine #kozik #request #prompt

[ravennaortiz]

Hello Lovelies! I have made some updates in regards to request. Below you will find the characters I write for and the current prompt list. I am more than happy for you to include things such as fluff, smut, Angst or minor details.

I am also open to headcanons or ask about any of the guys below! Want to know what I think? Send me your question as an ask and I'll let ya know!

Simple Rules: Must be 18+. Choose a character and prompt. Send me an ask.

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Characters

SOA

Chibs

Half-Sack

Happy

Jax

Juice

Kozik

Opie

Tig

RatBoy

Mayans

Angel

Bishop

Bottles

Coco

Creeper

Ez

Gilly

Guero

Manny

Prompt List

You hate me.

I'm not the right man for you.

Why did you save me?

Are you hurt?

I can take care of myself.

Are you afraid of me?

Stay away from my sister.

Your drunk. No I'm not.

Will you let me take you out?

Shit. Theres only one bed.

I'm not enough for you.

Do you wanna come in?

I promise.

Please, be okay.

Are you gonna kiss me or not?

Your scars are beautiful.

I love you.

Go slow

Lets get married

Why?

Like what you see?

Make me

You are more than a one night stand.

No panties?

Don't act shy now.

Tell me

What if someone sees?

You look better in my clothes.

Give me attention

I need you.

Jealous?

You're mine.

Are you blushing?

Say it

Dont touch me.

Want a hug?

Who was that?

Beg

Blank is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! ( let me know if you have a specific guy in mind)

That hurt/hurts

How did you get that bruise/those bruises?

Lets have a baby

I would kill for you

I'm scared

Please dont hurt me

I thought you were dead

I did something terrible

we cant be friends

kill me

will you pretend were on a date?

you could have died

I miss you

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[drabbles-mc]

Burnt

Kozik x OFC (Tawnie Trager)

Inspired by Day 16 of the July Prompts: sunscreen

Part 2 can be found Here

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Me? Back at it again with another slice of life fic? It’s more likely than you think! In my head this takes place on the same day as my other SOA Beach Day fic Say Cheese but the stories exist separately from one another. Also, if you’re interested in this pairing you can check out these fics: X X

SOA Taglist: @garbinge​ @masterlistforimagines​ @adela-topaz-caelon​ @chibsytelford​ @mijop​ @xladymacbethx​ @i-just-read-stuff​ @jitterbugs927​ @kkim120​ @toni9​ @unicornucopia-fuckers​ @shadow-of-wonder​ @punkgoddess-98​ @paintballkid711​ @black-repunzel99​ @lexondeck​ @mrsstevenbuchananstark​ (If you want to be added just let me know!)

“Dad,” she aggressively shoved the bottle of sunscreen into his hand, “Dad just put it on.”

“No,” Tig tossed it over onto the towel, “I’m not putting that on. I don’t need it. I’ll be fine.”

Rolling her eyes, she picked the bottle back up. She squeezed a generous amount onto her hand and then proceeded to slap it onto his chest, “You’re tough but you’re not tougher than the fucking sun. Get over yourself.”

He groaned as he looked down at the mess of lotion that was on him now, “You fucking kidding me, T?”

“Nope,” she shook her head as she rubbed some into her own arms and legs.

Once she was done, she looked around to see who else was close. She loved all the boys in the club, but she would be the first to tell them all when they were being idiots. She was adamant about the whole sunscreen thing ever since they all decided to do a beach day together. The guys had given her shit about it at first, wondering when she became so concerned with those kinds of things, but when it came down to it the last thing they wanted was the pain that came from serious sunburn. So, most of them silently put some on, refusing to make eye contact with each other and acknowledge the situation.

“Kozik!” she called over to the man who was laying out towels for each of them.

His head whipped up, instantly looking over at her, “Yea?”

“You got some on?” she waved the bottle in his direction.

“Let him get burned,” Tig mumbled under his breath as he wiped away the last of the lotion that his daughter had caught him with.

Tawnie ignored the comment, shaking her head slightly as she waited for Kozik’s answer. He made his way over to her, reassuring her that, yes, he had put some on the second they got to the beach. He knew that there was no way she was going to let him get away with anything else, and she was the last person that he wanted to be pissing off.

“Can you get my back?” she asked as she handed him the bottle, pulling her hair out of the way.

“Um,” he could feel Tig’s eyes boring into him, “sure.”

Kozik silently prayed to whatever gods there were that Tig wasn’t going to pick him up and drown him in the ocean. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but he also wondered if that would make things worse. And she must’ve sense the tension, too, because she glanced back over her shoulder and looked at her father, eyebrows raised.

“You want him to get your back too, Dad?” she asked.

Kozik’s entire body froze up as he waited for the fallout. Surprisingly enough, Tig just sighed and shook his head before turning and walking down towards the water, “Those hands go below her shoulders and you’re a fucking dead man, Kozik.”

She chuckled quietly as he finished applying the sunscreen, “He’s full of it. You know that, right?”

“You sound pretty confident but I’m not so sure,” he chuckled as he closed the bottle and tossed it back into her bag.

“If he was going to kill you, he totally would have done it already.”

“That’s…that’s not as reassuring as you think it is.”

She laughed as she pressed her palms flat against his chest and pressed a light kiss to his lips, “Just relax. Who knows when we’re going to be able to all have a fun day together.”

“And what are you going to spend your fun day doing? Besides assaulting people with sunblock?”

She gave him a playful shove, “Shut up. I’m gonna go fucking swimming, duh. I haven’t been to the beach in ages,” she paused, tilting her head slightly, “What’re you gonna do?”

“Watch you swim,” a smirk crept across his face.

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing. It’d been an interesting, and slightly bumpy, road for the two of them to get to where they were at now. But she was happy about it, about him. And despite the constant pushback from her father, there was a certain type of ease and comfort that came from being with him. She knew that she wouldn’t have ever been able to be with someone who didn’t understand the type of life she lived, and no one understood it better than a man who was actually SAMCRO. But as she stood there looking at him, smiling with a few streaks of sunscreen still on his cheeks, he was more than just a guy from the MC. She never knew what it felt like to date someone who was your best friend until then.

She snapped herself out of her sappy thoughts with a shake of her head, “Don’t let my dad catch you leering.”

“I thought you said he was full of it?”

“I mean,” she laughed as she skipped off towards the water, “nothing is a hundred percent.”

He shook his head and watched her as she took off to go swim and cause whatever kinds of trouble she could manage to stir up along the way. Being with a Trager was a lot of things, but it was certainly never boring.

The afternoon sun was beating down on all of them. Most of them had found their way back to their chairs and towels and started digging into the food and drinks that they had brought with them. Tawnie was camped out on her towel, watching the volleyball game that was happening. Her father and Opie were pitted against Jax and Kozik, and to all of their credit it was shaping up to be a pretty competitive game. But she did notice the fact that Tig’s shoulders were getting redder and redder as the minutes went by—clearly he hadn’t put any extra sunscreen on except what she had forced on him. She shook her head silently, a smug smile creeping across her face. He’d have to learn the hard way, the way that he did with most things.

“Game point!” she called out before taking a sip of her beer.

“Better win this one for your girl, Kozik,” Jax quipped with a laugh.

She chuckled but she could see it on her father’s face that he was not at all amused by the comment. He dove, saving the ball from hitting the sand. There was now a new level of determination and desire to win. He never wanted Kozik to win at anything, but now there was an extra layer on top of it all.

The four of them were going back and forth for a while. Tawnie sat back, unable to hide the fact that she was incredibly impressed by them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Kozik jump up, spiking the ball down onto the other side of the net with an incredible amount of force. She couldn’t contain her laughter as she started clapping.

“Way to bring it home!” she beamed over at him.

“Lucky shot,” Tig said, already shaking his head.

Despite the tension that had been present during the game, once it was over everything went back to business as usual, which Tawnie was incredibly thankful for.

Tig was walking ahead, talking to Jax and Opie while she hung back with Kozik. She slipped her hand into his as they walked, smiles on both of their faces.

“You think it’s alright that I didn’t let him win?” he asked with a smirk.

She laughed, nodding, “It’s good for him. I’m thinking of it as karma for not using sunblock.”

“I think the blisters that are gonna be on his shoulders tomorrow will be karma enough.”

“Maybe,” she laughed, leaning against his side.

He glanced down at her, admiring her still-damp hair and the little patches of sand that were still stuck to parts of her stomach and arms. She looked so at home at the beach, and he had never felt more at home than when he felt her pressed up against his side.

“We should do this shit more often,” he said as they walked along the shore, waves lapping at their feet.

“Yea, well,” she chuckled, “When you guys take a break from your life of crime, we can do big family beach days whenever you want.”

“I’ll bring it up in church next time.”

She laughed, “Well,” she lifted their interlocked hands and kissed his knuckles, “you gotta let me know how that conversation goes.”

“If I live through it, you’ll be the first to know,” he smiled as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

The sound of Tig’s voice cut through the softness of their moment, “Hey! I said no hands below the shoulders!”

#soa #soa imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #kozik #herman kozik #kozik x oc #herman kozik x oc #oc tawnie #oc tawnie trager #my writing #july prompts #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[bullet-prooflove]

Would it be possible to request for your 2500 celebration to get Pegging/Anal / Whump - "Here. Something to remember me by." With Kozik and make it pure smut. I’ve yet to read something like that for him and I just feel like he would secretly be into that and the prompt seems a bit angsty so if you could maybe not make it angsty I would love you. Keep up the epic work can’t wait to read your upcoming works from your schedule either chica 😘

So I can completely see it too. He loves the intimacy of it. It is granted, he is on the list!

[kittenofanarchy]

NanoWriMo 2017 Pt9

Prompt 10: “He’s dead”

Being an Old Lady to the club was hard enough, but being one who didn’t move with her man was another thing. Kozik didn’t want me to move to Charming with him, saying he would be there long enough to help with numbers and if it wasn’t a good fit with Tig he would move home. I was doing my weekly trip to the club house with homemade food today, because who knows what the boys would eat if I didn’t feed them. I saw the redwood charter pulling in just as I got there. Though I didn’t see Kozik with them. “Hello boys” I said cheerfully. “What brings ya’ll to Washington?” I questioned. I moved to lift the box full of lasagna pans from the back seat when one of them stepped up to help. “Oh, aren’t you kind.” I said grabbing a bag instead. I also grabbed my purse swinging it onto my shoulder.

“Just stopping in with some news” the president told me. I felt my blood run cold. I didn’t see Kozik, but denied that it had anything to do with me.

“Well, enjoy some food while you’re here” I motioned to the box, “There’s plenty to go around.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” I heard, catching sight of the curls and blue eyes, I knew exactly who was talking.

“Tiggy!” I yelled moving towards him. He didn’t hug me back though, which was odd for him. “I missed you” I said pulling back, “We should catch up before you leave. Kozik only has bad things to say about you. I want to hear the good too.” His face faltered a bit. I kept smiling though. I didn’t want to know the news anymore. I knew it wasn’t good. And from the looks of it, Kozik was the news.

She was still the same happy girl from years ago. I didn’t want to have to tell her about Kozik, how he was dead. She was tough I knew that, she had to be to deal with the separation and club shit. When she hugged me I felt like shit, I knew what this news would do to her. She would become Gemma, maybe worse. She would lose the happy attitude she always had, she was the one Tacoma went to for a pick me up. “Let’s go inside doll” I told her. I placed my arm around her shoulders.

“Lee can we talk man” I stated more than asked.

“Sure” he said, glancing towards Y/N. Clay had warned him as to why we were coming up.

Once we were closed off in his office, I sat down in a chair rubbing my hand across my face and threw my hair. “I need you to make sure she is ok. Make sure she isn’t lost after hearing the news. I can’t stand the thought of her not being her” I told him. I looked him in the eye, probably more serious than I had been in a while.

“I will do my best brother, but we know what this will do to her. She is going to be crushed. She was happy he was thinking about coming home. They were talking starting a family finally. We are in a good place up here.” He sighed sitting across from me.

“I know. We had started to get to know each other again. He was my best friend. Even after everything.” I told him honestly. His death hurt, more than I liked to admit. “I told Clay I would handle telling her. I know how she is. I know how she in going to react.”

“She’s going to be pissed at first”

“I know.” I whispered, before standing up. I headed towards to the door, “I’m sorry Lee” I told him.

I waited for Tig to have his meeting with Lee. None of the Redwood Charter would even look at me, they acted like I wasn’t there. Like I wasn’t talking to them. All except one. Bobby, I think is what his name was, and I found him quite charming. As soon as the office door opened though I was up and moving towards Tig. “Hey doll. Can we talk somewhere private?” he asked before I could even open my mouth. I looked around, no one would look at me now. Now even Lee.

“What is this about?” I asked coming up short, I knew this was about Kozik now. “Is Kozik ok?” I asked, my arms wrapped around my torso without my conscious effort.

She looked so young, I remember when I first met her fresh out of the Marines, we were all young then. Wide eyed and innocent. She looked just like that again. “Please doll. Can we go somewhere quiet?” I tried to get her to a room where I could close the door. Somewhere nobody else would have to watch this.

“Tell me what this is about!” she started raising her voice. Her eyes welling up, she knew she knew what I was about to say, “Is Koz ok?” she asked quieter now.

“Y/N. He’s dead” I told her honestly, calmly. She started to scream at me, her hands balled in fists came at my chest. I let her go for a minute, knowing she needed to get some of it out of her system. When she started to sob more than scream, I grabbed onto her wrists stopping her wild swinging at me, pulling her into a tight hug. Everyone looked away from the sight, not wanted to watch her falling apart.

“No!” she screamed over and over through her sobbing. I held her close, held her head to my chest, her arms trapped between us. “No!” We slowly moved towards the floor as her legs could no longer hold her. People started to move towards to door of the club house. Soon it was us and Lee left. I held her to me, even as she was crumbled to the floor. We waited until her sobs started to quiet, until all she was doing was sitting there, silent tears streaming down her face. She was a shell of herself. I could tell this killed her. This was what it looked like.

I suddenly understood, in the silence surrounding us, just how a person could die, but still be alive.

The Y/N I knew was dead. Just like her husband was.

#me #personal #personal writing #SAMPERV prospect #samperv #sons #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy tig #sons of anarchy kozik #soa fanfiction #soa imagine #soa kozik #soa prompts #soa #kozik #herman kozik #kozik x reader #kozik x oc #tig #tig trager #tiggy #broke my own heart #from my main blog

[thirstygirlclub]

I spent way too long on this header. I guess I’ve written a lot of stuff, huh?

Key -

!!!   = smut

<3  = platonic

MR = Male Reader

HC = head canon/includes

Clay Morrow

Surprise?

Someone Messing With Clays Old Lady (HC)

His First Father’s Day

Clay Having A Crush On You (HC)

Being Clay’s Old Lady (HC)

Clay Finding Out You’re Pregnant (HC)

Unser’s Daughter In A Relationshiop With Clay (HC)

Clay Helping You Through Finals Stress (HC)

Clay Taking Care Of You When You’re Sick (HC)

Cuddling With Clay (HC)

Opening up to Clay that you had/have an emotionally abusive mom (HC)

Jax Teller

Young And Insecure (!!!)

Opie Winston

The Bird

Opie Having A Crush On You (HC)

You Are My Family

Bobby Munson

Smoking Weed With Bobby (HC)

Perfect Girl 

Dating Bobby (HC)

Chibs Telford

Does Santa Ride A Harley?

Just A Diet

Bed Socks

Calm Down Lass

Chibs Being Insecure Of Your Age Difference (HC)

Letters And Flowers And Shit

Chibs Having A Crush On You (HC)

Do You Think I’m Cute, Chibby?

Are You Jealous? (!!!)

Lazy Days With Chibs (HC)

At It For Hours

Chibs’ Old Lady And Suffering With Depression (HC)

Tig Trager

Burning Calories (!!!)

An Exercise In Narcissism 

Freak - Part 1

Freak - Part 2

Tig Having A Crush On You (HC)

His Escape From Chaos

Younger Than Tig And Having His Baby (HC)

High School Reunion

Juice Ortiz

New Years Day

Blanket Forts

Ever So Sweet (MR) 

Rainbow Feather Duster (MR)

Over Worked

Don’t Be Disgusting

Juice Having A Crush On You (HC)

Pet Project - Part 1 (<3) (MR)

Pet Project - Part 2 (<3) (MR)

Happy Lowman

Family Is Important (<3) (MR)

Light Sleepers

Fight Me - Part 1 (MR)

Fight Me - Part 2 (MR)

Fight Me - Part 3 (MR) (!!!)

Under His Wing - Part 1 (<3) (MR)

Under His Wing - Part 2 (<3) (MR)

Under His Wing - Part 3 (<3) (MR)

Happy Having A Crush On You (HC)

Owning A Dog With Happy (HC)

Fighting With Happy (HC)

Daddy Issues 

Criminal

Fighting With Happy (HC)

Come On Kid - Part 1

Come On Kid - Part 2

Smoking Weed With Happy (HC)

Herman Kozik

A Boy Named Box - Part 1 (MR)

A Boy Named Box - Part 2 (MR)

A Boy Named Box - Part 3 (MR)

A Boy Named Box - Part 4 (MR)

Other

Being A Female Member Of SAMCRO (HC)

No Bikes. No Kuttes. No Club.- Alvarez x Reader

Being Friends With Unser (HC)

Gemma Being A Mother Figure To You (HC)

Going On A Roadtrip With The SoA Family (HC)

Introducing Your Parents To The SoA Family (HC)

SAMCRO Helping You Through ED Relapse (HC)

#masterlist #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy prompts #Jax Teller #opie winston #Clay Morrow #chibs telford #happy lowman #juice ortiz #tig trager #bobby munson #herman kozik #gemma teller #thirstygirlclub masterlist #sons of anarchy masterlist #sons of anarchy male reader

[asthesamcroflies]

PROMPT: Getaway (Version 3)

PROMPT: Getaway

You and your old man never got a proper honeymoon – the club couldn’t spare him at that time for more than a few days and it was just too dangerous for you both to head off alone, so you’d had to make do. But he always promised he’d make it up to you and, a few months late, you finally get your dream honeymoon.

Previously, Jax and Juice and still to come Tig and Chibs, but next up Kozik...

Kozik

As a club sergeant, everything Kozik does has to be planned with military precision whenever possible. Of course, those plans could get shot to shit, sometimes literally, but he has to be prepared. So when he finally gets the chance to whisk you away, he wants it to be special, but he also embraces the chance to just go with the flow.

So he turns up with a shit-eating grin and a hired campervan, much to the amusement of his brothers. They think any old lady will hate it, but Koz knows his girl better than that, so it’s no surprise when you bounce into his arms in delight, your legs wrapped around his hips.

The two of you are free to just hit the open road and go where the notion takes you – wine country, surfer havens, quirky little towns off the beaten track.

Finding an incredible little secluded spot, with a gorgeous natural plunge pool at the foot of a waterfall takes your breath away and Koz’s knowing smirk suggests he might have planned this part.

Tombstoning from the top satisfies the thrill-seeker in both of you, and you burst back up from underneath the surface laughing, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, letting him tread water for you both.

Your days may be packed, and that suits you both just fine, but with night comes peace and you revel in just laying in the van looking out at the stars after making love, wrapped in Koz’s arms or with him just holding your hand over his heart. It makes him think back to the rough days he spent on the streets as a junkie, trying to dull everything he experienced as a Marine and he realises, not for the first time, that the club saved his life, but you gave him a reason to live.

#soa #sons of anarchy #soa imagine #samcro prompt #sons of anarchy imagine #kozik #herman kozik #soa kozik #kozik x reader

[espieviolet99]

The Redwood Firecracker - Chapter 1: Kozik

Patience, very reluctantly, trudged into the clubhouse in the morning. Already there were many people there. She had her earplugs in tight, and was not happy in the least to be coming into a small building that was now going to house so many people for the next however many days. She made her way past a good few people, even gaining the attention of a blonde man, who seemed to be part of the Tacoma charter, as she made a bee line for the corner just behind the pool table. She slumped onto the small chair in the corner, and closed her eyes, trying not to think about the amount of people in the room.

"You okay, there?" Came a voice. She cracked an eye, to check if the muffled voice was addressing her. She found the blonde man looking over at her, concern on his pleasant face. She gave a slight nod, before shutting her eye again - to hide the true amount of people.

The blonde man heard the other biker he was talking to clear his throat, and he turned his attention back to him. It wasn't too long after this that Tig and Clay emerged from the Chapel. The blonde man noted the way Tig looked over at the woman, but didn't manage to ascertain much else as Jax made a signal for Tig to quieten the room. At the sound of the whistle, the woman's eyes opened - but the plugs remained in her ears. She noticed his glance, and gave him a vague smile. Which he returned with one that seemed to brighten it.

"Everybody! Listen up!" Tig called, as Clay moved to the centre of the room; "I wanna welcome you all to Club Reaper. I'm glad you made your reservations early, 'cause as you can see, we are booked to capacity." Clay mused, earning some scattered chuckles." You're here because you're family. And because SAMCRO takes care of its own. Next couple of days, this club's got some business to handle... that could put our members, and those connected to us, in... unfriendly situations. Now, chances are nothing's gonna happen, but people have already been hurt on my watch. And that ain't ever gonna happen again. Nobody gets in. Nobody leaves without an escort. You got a safety concern, you talk to Piney. You got a comfort concern, you talk to my Queen. Under this roof, you'll all be safe. I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of ya."

A loud round of applause started, and the blonde man noticed the way the woman grimaced, picked herself up and left the room in discomfort. Were it not for his need to go to Church, he would have followed to make sure she was okay. Patience found herself up on the roof, mostly alone. A couple of guys at the corners, but she was in a significantly quieter environment. She sat there, quite content in her own thoughts until a figure approached her.

"Hey, you okay up here?" The blonde from before asked her. She took one plug out. "Yeah, thanks. Just, a lot of people and noise." She shrugged. She nodded to his kutte." Tacoma, huh?" "Yeah, come down to lend some extra muscle. I'm Kozik." He replied, watching as recognition waved across her face. "Oh, damn." She murmured, looking him up and down." You're not what I expected." "Oh?" He grinned. "I'm Patience." She smirked, bringing her knee up to rest her elbow on it. His face paled in recognition. "You're Tig's daughter?" "Don't worry, Koz. I'm not going to haul your ass." She shrugged, smug about making him shit himself a little. "That's a relief." He sighed, taking a seat a few spaces from her. "Nice to meet you. I've heard... a lot about you." She raised her brow. "Well, same. But, good things. Happy has a soft spot for you." "You going to be down long?" "We'll see."

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"Hey, Pay!" Jax called, entering the clubhouse. From the gym Kozik noticed the woman poke her head round, this time taking an earphone out. "Yo!" She called back. "I need you to come with." Jax spoke, stunning Kozik. "Aw, come on, man," Tig groaned." I thought we were-" "On my way!" She cut her dad off.

Kozik noticed the way she strode out of the room, pulling a Sons hoodie on over her purple cropped tank as she came. She wore camo print jeggings, with her lilac trainers. He now fully noticed her physique, seeing how toned she seemed, if her ab definition was anything to go by. She seemed the same height as Tara, maybe a smidge taller, and her braid across one shoulder. Tig continued to huff, as she grabbed a hold of her purple helmet and continued to walk out with the group.

"What's the run?" She asked, seeming to switch from bubbly to business. "Going to fight. 10 v 10. Need you with us." Clay spoke. Kozik raised a brow, turning to Happy in confusion. "Who we fighting?" "Weston." "Gotcha." "Who you ridin' with, sweetheart?" Tig spoke. "You guys doing anything else other than the fight?" She raised her eyebrow. "You know it." Jax smirked." Kozik will be comin' back here straight after, though." "That settles that, then." She grinned, Tig grew stern. "No." Tig told her." No way." "Kozzy, you happy to give me a ride?" Patience ignored him, beaming over at the blonde man - who wasn't sure whether he should be amused or not. "Certainly." He tried to sound neutral. "Patience." Tig warned. "It makes sense, admit it." She waved him off. Tig groaned and gave up, not interested in wasting his energy on this right now.

She followed Kozik to his bike, and waited for him to get on, before mounting the bike herself - whilst clipping on her helmet. She wrapped her arms about his middle, and a few heard the muffled "oh damn" she released when she felt his muscularity through his shirt. Jax and Clay smirked at each other, before they all began to peel out of the lot. Kozik felt himself revelling in the way Patience's arms wrapped round him, already intrigued with the younger Trager. Before he remembered what they were off to go and do, and how he was then very interested to know why she was coming to a fight.

When they swung into the place, and the engines turned off, he felt somewhat of a loss as she let him go and got up. Until he was distracted by the clicks her knees gave out when she bent them inwards, twisting his face in vague disgust. He watched her features, which showed no pain, as she gave a squat or two to help stretch herself out. She caught his inquisitive stare and smiled, showing her fang that poked out of the left side of her mouth. He instantly chuckled, taking his own helmet off and putting in by hers on his handlebars.

"What's so funny?" Tig demanded. "I got knees." Patience answered, causing Bobby to snigger, among others. "I would certainly hope so, lass." Chibs shook his head, a smirk gracing his features. "That or the goofy grin she's got on her face." Jax also smirked, putting a hand to her cheek as he passed. "Oh, blow me, Teller." She shoved his hand away, also beginning to share in the smirk. "Warm up?"

Jax didn't need to ask twice, as Patience swung her leg up next to his face. He hopped back, letting her waltz forward. Clay and Tig sighed, as the other's began to watch with varying degrees of intrigue and entertainment. Jax made to punch, but she caught his fist and suddenly manoeuvred it behind him, letting go before point of pain. Jax then went to swing behind, but she did some near matrix shit, before swinging back up to give her own punch. Jax grabbed her arm and lifted her onto his shoulder. Clay knew what would be next, and before Jax could throw her;

"Alright, you two." Jax put her down, and they fist bumped. "You keep safe, yeah?" Jax told her. "I am not going to be safe with these cuntbags at all. No restraint." She mused. Kozik's eyebrows shot up at her language. "Alright, let's form up." Clay interrupted.

She smirked at Kozik, before they all got into position. He then watched as she began stretching out more; toe touches, lunges, arm stretches, the lot. In fact, he even heard her continue to have some repartee with Jax, and even Sack, as they waited for the AB crew to show up. He barely registered must of the dialogue, before Lin and Laroy turned up, and they decided to initiate.

Kozik watched as Patience surged forward, throwing herself into a combat role before the momentum brought her back up and she delivered a mighty punch to the guy heading for him. As that guy staggered back, she turned and raised her leg to kick another in the face with her heel. She then ditched both to spartan kick another before settling on one man. She and Kozik both kept noticing each other at different stages. She was very impressed with his heavy, boxing style approach to his fighting, whist he appreciated her speed and agility. He'd just laid a guy down, when he saw the way she raised her leg to hook round a guy's neck, and brought his head swinging into another guy's, before sirens started up.

"Oh, bollocks." She exclaimed, causing Happy to let out an amused snort. "Come on." Lin spoke to his lot, as he and Laroy's people promptly fucked off. "Collect everyone. Get out of here." Weston spoke. Kozik chuckled as he watched Patience kick one of his guys by the ass back to the direction of their cars.

In the next few minutes, Hale showed up and arrested Weston, prompting Clay to get Tig to call Unser. He then told Kozik to get Patience home, aggravating Tig a bit as he watched them smile at each other before getting on the bike. He hated seeing the way she contentedly wrapped her arms around him. Their ride was a lot quieter on the way back, as he heard her hum to herself contentedly. He smiled as he took a leisurely pace back to the clubhouse, as he equally took the time to relax after the fight.

"You unscathed, Kozzy?" Her voice came. "Pretty much. You?" "I think so, too." She yawned. He felt her tighten her grip, before she leaned forward to rest her head against him. "Don't fall asleep, will ya?" He grinned. "Oh, no. I'm just relaxing a bit. I know not to sleep on a bike, stud." "Where did ya learn to fight like that?" "Honestly? Movies. And improvisation." She chuckled. "Impressive." "What about you?" "Was in the marines. And I used to box." "Impressive." She mimicked. "I can see why they brought you." "Yeah. It was that and I can't bear lockdowns." "How come?" "Noise levels. I was real bad as a kid. Sensory overload."

For the rest of the journey, Kozik learned about her ADHD, her favourite colour and a few of her interests. He felt so comfortable with her, and the more she spoke with him, the more he felt connected with her. It was on this ride, that they realised they could like each other more than they probably should - but each knew that they had barely been acquainted 24 hours. Though, something just felt right. Eesh, try telling that to dad... Patience thought to herself.

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Okay I've got one more for Kozik. I'm working on making requests for all the guys again. So this time for Kozik I've got some ideas.

Prompts:

39. Blank, is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! So I'm thinking for this one that Tig is her brother.

7. Stay away from my sister.

20. Why?

33. Are you blushing?

17. I love you.

19. Let's get married.

Another round for the guys? Yay!!! Okay so this is perfect and Tig as the brother is chefs kiss!!

As always my stories are 18+

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Welcome Home

"I know Hap. I fucked up" you stated as you sighed heavily as the last few minutes played back in your mind. "You don't need to keep giving me that look" you added as you met his gaze.

Happy was silent as he chewed on the toothpick in his mouth. The volatile homecoming had been expected but he hadn't thought you would be the reason. Truth be told he was more annoyed with himself for not realizing you and Kozik had a thing going on. If he had he sure as hell would have deterred that given Tig and Koziks history.

"I ain't mad. Just trying to figure out how you got away with this stunt for so long" replied Happy as he took a sip of his beer. "Seems to me you were never going to come back to Charming. I don't know what is worse for your brother. That fact cause I'm sure he has realized that or the fact his baby sister is bedding his mortal enemy"

You snorted as you rolled your eyes at Happys last statement. "I think mortal enemy is a bit dramatic for a feud over whose fault it was that Missy got out and was never found."

"What about coming back?' inquired Happy after a couple minutes of silence. He knew you had heard him the first time because you had stiffened on the stool. Your had purposefully not answered.

"Wasn't sure I would be welcomed home after all I did" you replied quietly. "Not that it matters now, because Kozik isn't gonna want anything further to do with me" you added dejectedly as you looked away. Tears stinging your eyes as you thought of the look of betrayal and Koziks words before Tig punched him in the jaw. -Tig Trager is your brother? Why would you not have mentioned that too me?-

Outside

"Stay away from my baby sister after today" growled Tig as he lay panting on his back in the ring.

"Why? Afraid I'll loose her like you lost Missy all those years ago?" snapped Kozik as he knelt next to Tig as he caught his breath.

Tig gritted his teeth as he sat up before glaring at Kozik. "We aren't talking about Missy, who you lost by the way, but my baby sister who deserves so much better"

Kozik rolled his eyes. "Stop calling her your baby sister. You are making me feel like a creep. You didn't even know we had been together until today so seems like you don't really care. I'm also not giving up the best relationship of my life because the woman I love and was going to propose to today has an asshole for a brother"

"What did you say?" demanded Tig as he looked at Kozik whose cheeks were flushed as he looked away as he stood up off the mat. "Are you blushing man?" laughed Tig as he stood up too.

Kozik sighed as he made his way out of the mat to where his kutte lay. "Got her this ring four months ago. Haven't had the courage to as her because you are right she deserves better. All I am is a former addict turned outlaw biker. What she sees in me I have no idea. But I know I love her and that she owns my heart, mind, body and soul.

Tig was silent before turning his gaze over Koziks shoulder and meeting his sisters shocked gaze. "Not happy about the lies but I'll figure it out.

Kozik turned and his eyes widened as he caught sight of you. He hadn't heard you approach and he gulped as your eyes went from his to the ring box in his hands.

"I love you Kozik. Lets get married" you stated before pulling him in for a kiss.

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