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I'm almost halfway through editing my Daryl Dixon x plus sized girl fanfic and I'm so excited. I've rewritten and added so much so far. I'm including a lot more fluff and smut too >:)) I can't wait to finish it so I can keep updating and then finally start promoting it more. I feel that I am making the story a lot better this time around. And hopefully not starting over from scratch was the right choice! My audience from before still checks on it every once in a while, I think. I can't wait to start posting it all over here again, and then eventually my two SOA fics, and then my Dean Winchester fic. I believe I will end up starting over completely on the Dean fic, it wasn't doing amazing anyways, compared to my other three. Remember that I write exclusively for plus sized women! I love you all and hope to see you on Wattpad soon :)) and I will get back to posting silly quotes soon. All of this starting when I was in high school is still insane to me, on occasion
requests: karaoke night at the club house + kozik smut | words: 2.7k | herman kozik x fem!reader | smut 18+ | oral fem!receiving | some comedy, some fluff
The bitter sting of tequila burns your throat, but you swallow it down and slam your shot glass on the bar. Three shots in and your body is on fire, your cheeks are flushed and you feel like you can take on the world. You look at the man beside you and you feel fearless. Blue eyes meet yours, and when he smiles at you it’s like the whole world falls away.
Kozik has always had a hold on you, ever since you met him you knew: he was it for you, no one else would ever compare. You never said anything, never made a move, because he never did either. For so long you’ve been content with just his friendship, but you were feeling a little bolder tonight. Maybe it was the shots, or the good music and even better company, but you decided then that tonight you would finally make a move.
“We’re up next,” You tell him, still grinning. His smile doesn’t falter, but he cocks a brow in slight confusion. You cock your head towards the karaoke machine that’s been set up near the pool table.
It’s Bobby’s birthday and he was insistent on a club karaoke night. He’s in full Elvis get-up and he’s just finished his set, ready to join the festivities and get shit faced with his closest friends and family, and a few crow eaters. Tig’s up there now, a drink in one hand, almost deep-throating the mic as he belts Air Supply’s All Out of Love.
“Yeah…” Kozik starts, then he shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
Grabbing his forearm, you pout at him and give him your best puppy-dog eyes.
“Come on, Koz, please. It’ll be fun!!”
He looks at you for a beat too long, studies your face a little too closely, and for a second you think he’s about to say no again.
“Okay, fine,” he concedes, his smile widening when you beam back at him. God, his eyes are so blue. “But I’m only doing this once, and only for you!”
Your heart jumps a little when he says that, but you just nod and double-tap your shot glass on the bar.
“Bartender!” You call to the crow pouring the drinks, “One more round please!”
You finish your shots just in time for Tig to finish up an off-key rendition of Toxic by Britney Spears.
“That’s us!”
You see hesitation flash across Kozik’s face, but you don’t give him a chance to back out. You take both his hands in yours, ignoring the way your skin flushes at the contact, the way your heart hammers and heat pools in the pit of your stomach, and you drag him up the front.
Tig hands you his mic as the next song starts playing, something by Camila Cabello that you’d heard on the radio a couple times. You hand Kozik the spare mic and he looks at you and shakes his head.
“I don’t know this song!” He shouts over the music.
“You don’t need to! That’s why there’s words on the screen!” You shout back, and that’s all it takes to calm him. The lyrics on the screen turn orange and you start singing, “Don't speak, no, don't try. It's been a secret for the longest time.”
He’s struggling to keep up, but it also looks like he doesn’t care. And you don’t either. You don’t care that you’re out of time or that you’re mumbling some of the lyrics because you don’t really know them. All you care about is the man in front of you, still holding onto one of your hands, blue eyes twinkling and singing into a shitty plastic microphone like he’s serenading only you.
“I need you more than I want to,” You sing it like it’s only for him to hear. It is only for him to hear. It’s the truth, and you want him to know it.
“I need you more than I want to,” He sings back, pulling you into him. You crash against his chest and let the song play on. Lyrics flash across the screen, ‘no, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now’, but you can’t seem to speak. He’s so close, looking down at you, his lips just inches from yours. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you really think he’s going to kiss you. Then he steps back from you and you stumble at the sudden movement, but you find your feet just in time for him to spin you around.
“So many mornings I woke up confused,” He continues, “In my dreams, I do anything I want to you.”
Collecting yourself, you glance back at the screen and try to keep up, “My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind.”
How can you focus on the song when he’s looking at you like that? Like he means what he’s singing? Like he wants to swallow you whole. Your entire body lights up and you know it’s not from the shots.
“Show me you're shameless.”
You didn’t even realise he was still singing.
“Write it on my neck, why don't ya?” You sing back, running your fingertips across the column of your throat along with the line. “And I won't erase it. I need you more than I want to.”
“I need you more than I want to.” You swear you see him gulp, like a man dying of thirst.
“Stop eye-fucking each other and get a room!” Someone calls from the crowd that you had forgotten all about. Looking over, you see Jax smirking up at you, a grin on his face like a challenge. I dare you, his eyes said.
You had completely forgotten that the two of you weren’t alone. All you could see was Kozik, like always. You’re almost afraid to see his reaction. The alcohol is starting to wear off and with it, all of the courage you had built up.
“Do you want to?”
The voice is deep, rough but smooth like crushed velour. It sends a chill down your spine. Looking up, you see Kozik standing right before you. He’s put the microphone back on the stand and his hands are hovering near your elbows, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch.
Your tongue flicks out to wet your suddenly dry lips. “Do I what?”
You’re pretty sure you know what he’s asking, but you want to hear him say it.
“Get a room.”
And then your lips are on his, and you aren’t really sure who initiated the kiss, but you also don’t care. You vaguely register some cheering and clapping, but all you care about is Kozik’s hands on your skin.
This time, he takes your hand. You hand the mic to Juice as Kozik leads you through the crowd with an urgency you’ve never seen before. Once you’re inside, he stops and pulls you into him again. He kisses you a little slower this time, like he wants it to last, but also like he knows he’s going to do it again.
His hands slide around your waist and he holds you tight against him. Reaching out to touch him, his skin is on fire. Your fingers trace the ink on the side of his neck, a name you wish was yours, before sliding your hands over his shoulders and down his biceps. For a moment his grip on you tightens and you mewl into his mouth at the feeling of having him around you.
He moves down to your ass and grabs you through the cotton of your dress before slipping a little further down to grip the back of your thighs. He lifts you and your legs wrap around him instinctively. He walks you down the hall and as he does, you attach your lips to the side of his neck. Maybe the name can’t be yours, but you can still leave your mark.
Kozik kicks open the door to one of the dorms, then kicks it closed again and throws you down onto the bed. You land with a soft thud and sit up on your elbows, watching as he removes his kutte and pulls the grey tee over his head. Kozik’s abs flex as he removes his clothing, his skin marred by scars and adorned with ink. You smile to yourself, enjoying the show. Never in a thousand years did you think this would ever be happening. You’ve wanted him for so long and now he’s here and, for at least tonight, he’s all yours.
He’s back on you in a second, clad in only a pair of briefs. You close your eyes, letting yourself relish in the feeling of his weight on top of you.
“What’s this?” He asks, fingers toying with the strap of your dress.
“My dress,” you say simply, cheeks heating up at his intense gaze.
His voice is low and even as he tells you, “Take it off.”
You nod, letting out a small whimper at the demand, and stand from the bed. As you start to undo the row of buttons at the front of your dress, you mentally curse yourself for wearing this. Your hands are shaking and you feel like a virgin all over again with the way Kozik is watching you.
It takes far too long, but the dress falls to the floor. You aren’t wearing a bra, and the cool air hits your chest.
Kozik stands from the bed, blue eyes dark with desire as he stalks toward you like a tiger stalking its prey.
“Have I ever told you,” He starts, brushing a lock of your hair back behind your ear, “How beautiful you are?”
You shake your head and squeeze your thighs together. You can feel the wetness soaking through your baby blue panties. You really wish you had worn something sexier. “No, you haven’t.”
“Well that’s my mistake, baby.” Kozik presses a kiss to the side of your neck, then sucks hard and grazes the skin with his teeth before pressing the flat of his tongue against your skin to soothe the red mark he’s sure to have left there. “You are fucking gorgeous.”
He grabs you by the hips again, his hands calloused and rough and you hope he leaves bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Something to remember him by.
Kozik spins you back around and pushes you down onto the bed with a firm hand between your breasts. He hovers over you, eyes roaming down your exposed body and he bites his lip. Thick fingers trail down your stomach to the hemline of your unsexy panties. His fingers dip beneath the cotton.
Letting out a soft noise, you buck your hips into his hand, desperate for more. With an impish grin, he removes his hand and stands from the bed.
“You trust me?” He asks, and he doesn’t move until you reply.
“Fuck, Koz,” You groan out. You’re throbbing with need, dripping wet for him. Right now you would say anything just to get him to touch you, but you know you don’t need to lie about this question. “Yes, fuck, please just touch me!”
His smile widens and he drops to his knees, disappearing from sight between your legs. Then hands are grabbing you by the legs and pulling you toward him so your hips are almost flush with the edge of his mattress. He grabs the sides of your cotton panties and pulls them down your legs so mercilessly you’re surprised they don’t tear off your body completely.
He taps your thighs. “Leg’s up, baby.”
You do as you’re told and Kozik dips his head, licking a hot stripe up your core. You moan out loud, fisting the bed sheets as he sucks on your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive nerves teasingly.
You feel him chuckle against you, dipping his tongue inside your wanting pussy. He continued to suck and lick at your wet heat, bringing you closer and closer to release.
“Fuck, Kozik!” You cry out, hands flying to his blonde locks and pressing his face further against you.
“Yeah,” He says, his breath warm between your legs. “Wanna fuck you.” He sucks at your clit once more. “Gonna make you cum like this first.”
“Oh my- Koz, I’m gonna- oh fuck!” You gasp, fingers pulling at his hair, your legs starting to shake. Something tears through your body like you’ve never felt before. Not like that at least.
He crawls back onto the bed, back on top of you, and steals your lips in a kiss. You kiss him back with all you have, with no regard for where his mouth has just been. He’s still got his briefs on, but you can feel his thick cock against your thigh. “Need you to fuck me now.”
Reaching between your bodies, you cup him through his briefs, noticing a small wet patch at the front. He groans into your mouth.
“Yeah,” He says, breathing hard. “Let me get-”
“I’m clean,” You cut him off. “Are you?”
“Yeah.”
You waste no time pushing his briefs down his hips. He doesn’t even get them fully off before he’s lining up at your entrance and pushing in. The stretch is a little more than you’re used to and it takes a second for you to adjust to his size. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you hold onto him and press your face into his neck.
“You okay?”
You nod. “Yeah, yes, I’m good. You’re fuckin’ big.”
It’s enough to make him buck up into you, a quick shallow thrust that already has your eyes rolling back.
“It’s okay,” You tell him, looking up into his blue eyes and pressing a quick kiss to his plump lips. “You can fuck me.”
He thrusts up into you again, more purposeful this time, and it has you seeing stars. He sets a relentless pace, driving into you so hard you can feel yourself shifting up the bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles at his back and using that leverage to meet his thrusts.
As he props himself up with one arm, the other hand comes up to your chest to play with your hard nipples. He pinches them, rolls them between his fingertips before smoothing over them with his palms. The sensation is almost too much.
This is like a dream come true. You’re in bed with Kozik, the guy you’ve been head over heels for since you could remember. There hasn’t been a time where you’ve known him and not been in love with him. In this case, the two are mutually exclusive. He’s here, with you, fucking you like his life depends on it, touching you like you’re his own personal wet dream come to life.
“You’re perfect,” You hear him mutter into your hair. “You’re fucking perfect.”
It’s this realisation, the dawning that maybe he really did want you, specifically you, as much as you wanted him.
Your body shudders and your walls close around him as you chase your release for the second time tonight.
His thrusts lose their rhythm as he loses himself to the pleasure of you, and when your eyes meet again you nod.
With one last hard thrust and a cry of your name, Kozik finishes inside of you, riding out his high as long as he can.
He pulls out and rolls off of you way too soon, but he doesn’t get up immediately. Kozik lies on the bed and pulls you into him, your head on his chest, he strokes his hands through your hair. You feel his lips meet the crown of your head in a chaste kiss.
This is it. This is the moment. You want to tell him how you feel but you can’t find the right words amongst your racing thoughts. All you can think is Kozik and that damn Camila Cabello song.
“So we're there, now it's real. Now that you have me, do you want me still?” You sing softly, and a little out of tune. “My kisses are history, they go back a long time, and I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine.”
His hands still in your hair. You’ve messed it all up. You shouldn’t have said anything.
Sucking in a deep breath, you chance a glance up at him. Kozik is smiling down at you, blue eyes shining like he might cry. Like all his dreams are coming true.
Slowly, he sings back, “I need you, more than I want to.”
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Ask: Hey love!How about a hc of how kozik would deal with his old lady being very very drunk?
I feel like he would be super concerned that you would hurt yourself , somehow?
Like he would keep a hand on your upper arm when you were standing, and oooo you would definitely be on his lap when seated
Oh and his reaction of seeing you stumble or fall is just to close his eyes and take a couple deep breaths before coming to help.
He would try to make the prospects get you water, and when you complained, moaning about wanting more vodka or whiskey, he would have the prospects pour water or apple juice in a shot glass and convince you it was alcohol.
Oo and he thought your shot face was absolutely adorable, the way your nose scrunches, or the sudden coughing fit that came after.
And when your drunk, you get kinda clingy. So your always near him or sat on him.
Or your trying to get his attention by flirting/chatting to another one of the boys.
Probably Tig.
Definitely Tig.
And he’d grab your arm and whisper in your ear , “I know what your doing, and it’s working so stop it.”
Oh and when it’s time to get you home, ooo it’s a struggle.
“NO, Koz I don’t wanna leave, I’m having fun” you shout at him grabbing onto Happy and trying to hide behind him.
Happy gives you up and pushes you towards Kozik.
“Thanks Hap, c’mon lets go babe” he says as he throws you over his shoulder.
He plops you in the passenger seat of your car and steals the keys out of your pocket so he can drive you both home.
Because let’s face it, there is no way you’re staying in the back of that bike.
He has to carry you bridal style from the car to the door and carry your heels and bag in one hand.
He’d have to try and avoid your kisses and wandering hands when trying to get you to bed.
And as much as he’d want to give in and listen to whatever your asking for, he forces himself to get some you some painkillers and water and make you take them before you fall asleep.
Which you do almost immediately after swallowing the tablets, fully clothed and with make up still on.
He’d just smile at the scene and grab one of the makeup wipes and try his best to get it all off.
He also changes you out of whatever you’re wearing, leaving you in your underwear and pulls one of his SAMCRO shirts over your head.
idk why but I feel like he’d try not to get in your way, and he does this by sleeping in the spare room.
But not before pushing your hair out of your face and saying “goodnight baby, I love you, my pretty girl,”
You and Kozik had been married for twenty years, your daughter turned eighteen a week ago and was currently on a date with a nineteen year old boy. Your husband Kozik was pissed. He was nervous for her, he was scared she’d get her heart broken. He didn’t want to kill anyone, but he would.
You came in after a long day at work to find his pistol on the table and him in the kitchen cooking. You’re met with a sweet smile and a glass of your favorite sweet red wine. “Hey baby.” He smiles, pulling you back against him as you take a sip of your wine.
“Hey, it’s almost eleven, what are you still doing up?” You ask, as normally he was sleeping on the couch by now. You’d smile at him as you entered the living room, you always found him so peaceful.
“Making dinner, Hermione is out with that Morrow kid again.” He growls, letting go to finish cooking. Placing a platter in front of you with sliced chicken, green peppers, onions, and a side of mashed potatoes.
“Oh baby, don’t worry hunny. Don’t you remember us at that age?” You ask, smiling at him with a knowing smile. He smiles for a second, frowning.
“I sure do. And that makes it worse. I’d have shot me for the fun we had, babes.” He growls, loading his gun. With a chuckle, you pull his pistol from his hand and take it upstairs. You finished a little under half of the plate before you could barely keep your head up.
“I’m gonna head to bed, baby. Don’t be too harsh, Hemi.” You smile, pressing a warm kiss to his lips and heading back upstairs.
“Night baby!” He calls, coming up the stairs after you. He pulled off his dark, oily jeans into his oily clothes bin and crawling into the black sheets next to you, both of you in your underwear. You found so much comfort in his warm grip that in mere seconds, the circles he gently drew into your shoulders had you snoring against him. He smiled at you sleeping, kissing your forehead. “I love you so much.” He hushes, pulling you atop his chest to hold you closer and feel you breathe against his chest.
Tears filled his eyes for a second as he thought about her. His little girl. His little Harley angel. She was his light and his crazy little sidekick. She is now an adult, and the fact that he couldn’t protect her from everything scared the hell out of him. The tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks. He sniffed as quietly as he could, trying not to wake you. He loved his daughter with his whole heart, and her tears broke his whole heart. He’d do anything to keep her little forever; but he couldn’t and it was time to accept that she was going to get her heart broken. She would have to learn how to be a functioning adult and mess up sometimes.
Around midnight he heard the door open and he slid you off him, slipping into his jeans, no shirt, pistol tucked away. You watched him pad out of the room, looking sexy as hell. Once he was out of sight, you jump out of bed and grab your closest item, a tee shirt of his and a pair of shorts, padding down the stairs behind your husband.
“Hermione get up to your room. I wanna talk to the Morrow boy.” He orders, his deep voice booming through the quiet kitchen. You sneak around the corner to find the pistol laid on the table, Kozik’s arms crossed over his chest. You took a moment to soak him in, still masculine as the day you met, still strong, but still sweet. With a gentle hand to his back, you hear him sigh. Hermione watches with a little smile. She wanted what her parents have. They were her role models, the strength between them and the love that held them together, even when they fought. She found it with Keaton Morrow. She was totally in love with him. He even wanted to marry her, and she wanted to marry him.
“Daddy! Momma tell him that Keaton means well! He loves me momma! Tell daddy—“
“Christ Hermie! Shut up! Quit screeching! You’re dad hasn’t shot him yet, even after we both said eleven-thirty. And sneaking him into our house, good try darling. I learned all the tricks sneaking your dad into our house. Your grandpa shot him in the leg once. You’re lucky your dad’s nicer than pops.” You snip, pointing a finger at her. Her head hung low as she toed at the wood floor.
“Go to your room. I wanna talk to Morrow.” He growls, pointing to her door.
“Christ Herman. Stop it. If you don’t remember it wasn’t only twenty years ago Pop did the same thing to you. Said you weren’t scared, but I knew you were. Baby, he hated you for the same reason. You’d never be enough for his baby, his first daughter or only daughter. But baby! Look at her! She looks at him the same way I look at you. Give him a running start. Just a chance.” You smile, cupping his face in your hands and pulling his eyes to yours.
“Damn, baby. You’re right I guess. But you listen to me buck,” he jabs a stern finger at the boy in front of him, “you hurt her, I’ll shoot ya. Same way her grandfather shot me. We clear? And when I tell you eleven thirty. I don’t mean twelve fifteen.” He growls, pointing the gun at the young man. Your hand pulls his down, pulling the gun from his hands tucking it into the waist band of his jeans.
“Come on, baby. Back to bed. I trust you to make the right decisions. Any noises from her bedroom at all, I’ll send Mister Kozik in there with the pistol. Safety off.” You assure, grabbing Kozik’s hand and pulling him up the stairs. “Hey! You little devil!” You squeal, letting him scoop you up and carry you to bed.
“I love you baby, you really still look at me like some starry-eyed teenager?” He asks, grabbing your waist and tapping the radio’s on button. Their song started and he starts swaying back and forth, eyes never leaving yours. With a sweet little smirk, he presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“I love you too, did my dad really shoot you?” You ask, your smile faultering a little.
“Yeah, he did.” He absolutely did. You laughed as he pulled up his sleeve to show you the scar. A small round mark where the bullet exited.
“I love you so much. Sorry I lost it. I just get so scared, you know? Like, what happens when she moves out and it’s just us again. Shit babe. What would we do?” He asks, his bright blue eyes misty with unshed tears. You give a soft chuckle, framing his square jaw with your petite hands.
“Oh my sweet love, you and I will have the house to ourselves. We could do exactly what I told them not to do.” You wink, letting him walk you backwards to the bed, falling next to you and kissing your cheeks, forehead, and nose, leaving your lips for last.
“We could do whatever we want. I dare him to try that until they’re married.” He growls, nuzzling your neck with his scruff. You giggle as ‘I’m So Into You’ by SWV comes on, jumping to your feet and swinging your hips back and forth, your golden skin peeking from under his SAMTAC tee shirt.
The next morning, you hear a light knock at the door before someone walks in. Creeping downstairs, you find your father sitting at your table.
“Hey dollface.” He whispers, patting the chair next to him. You whisk into the kitchen to make coffee before scampering over to sit next to him. Sliding the chair closer, you lean your head over on his shoulder, your curly hair falling in ringlets over his shoulder as you did.
“Hey Pop, what are you doing here already?” You ask, soaking his warm arm over your shoulder when you hear your daughter come into the kitchen. “Morning baby.” You smile, pointing to the chair across from you. With a happy, sleepy smile she leans against him on his other side.
“Hi Pop. Did you really shoot daddy in the shoulder?” She asks, giving a yawn. He chuckles, nodding in confirmation. You hear Kozik’s heavy footfalls on the stairs and you grin, standing and greeting him with a sweet kiss at the entrance of the kitchen and slipping a cup of coffee into his hands.
“Thank you, baby.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and sitting at the table across from Tig.
“Hey old man.” He chuckles, shaking his hand.
“Hey kid.” He chuckles. All of a sudden, without warning, your daughter climbs into Kozik’s lap and hugs tightly to his neck.
“I love you so much, daddy. I hope you still come visit me like Pop does when I move out.” She cries into his shoulder. He smiles, a tear slipping down his cheek as he nods.
“I promise you, you’ll be begging me to stop visiting so often, babygirl. I love you, baby. You know that?” He asks, tipping her head back brushing a blonde curl from her face. She looked so much like his gorgeous wife, big frizzy curly hair, a warm sleepy smile and sweet blue eyes.
“I know, daddy. I’m just scared to grow up. You and momma make it look so easy, ya know?” She asks, hugging tightly to him still.
“I cried last night while you were out. I was thinking the same thing you are, but I’ve spent twenty years raising you, making you a stand up adult. I’m scared of what the world is gonna do to your sweet, innocent little heart, but your mom promised me you’d be okay. I want that same thing for you, baby. I want you to know the kind of pure love I get from your mom. And if I don’t give you a chance, like Tig gave me, how will you know? I’m not sorry for pulling a gun on his sorry ass, but I’m willing to get to know him.”
“Hell, he may turn out to be a pretty stand up guy. Even if he is five years older than your daughter.” Tig huffs, scowling at the new face in their kitchen. His granddaughter’s boyfriend. “Maybe not.” Tig growls, giving the boy a daringly dark look.
“You must be mister Trager. I’m Keaton Morrow.” He sticks out a hand and firmly shakes her grandfather’s hand.
“Morrow?” Tig booms.
“Daddy, it’s okay. It’s almost as bad as a Kozik.” You giggle, patting his shoulder and sitting him back down.
“I don’t know, baby. Anyway, nice to meet you. You got any ill intentions with my granddaughter?” He demands, taking a scarily calm sip of coffee.
“No sir, I’d like to marry her someday. If you and Mister Kozik would give me your blessing?” His eyes jut between your husband and your father, both frowning into their coffee cups.
“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” Kozik mutters, giving her a smile and kissing her forehead.
“I’ll hide the body.” Tig snips, sipping from his cup once more.
“Thank you daddy!” She cheers, gripping his neck. “Thank you Pops!” She squeals, hugging his tightly. A ringed, weathered hand pats her back.
“And the cycle continues.” You giggle, patting your daughter’s back as she hugs you.
