#cod oz

[yawnderu]

A/N: We made it to 3k less than a month after I reached 2k followers 🥺<3!!

I was genuinely not expecting this when I first made my account, but so far I've gotten so much support and I've met so many lovely people. I'm always reading your comments and reblogs, you mfs are hilarious JFEHJBFEHJB💕Onto the nasty sinful monkey sex now.

Synopsis: tired of working a dead-end job with no rewards, your childhood best friend offers you a job at his company, promising the stress levels are minimal and the pay is good. You accept with no second thoughts, not realizing you were tricked into becoming a stress relief toy for his men.

CW: humiliation, hard sex, gangbang, double vaginal, triple penetration, unsafe sex, creampie, 14 vs 1, cum swallowing, bukkake, spit kink, cockdrunk reader, deepthroat, handjobs, size kink, watersports.

Being a commander who saw his soldiers as family, Graves knew he always had to watch out for his men, reward them for their hard work and loyalty, and what better way to do that than with a sweet little thing like you? Their own personal stress relief toy, who was tricked into taking a job at the Shadow Company, yet so willing to please. So eager.

"You're enjoying this more than you should." He's teasing you, of course, yet his cocky expression does nothing to help the pooling warmth on your stomach. One of the shadows is sitting behind you, gloved hands hooked under your knees to keep your legs open while Graves grinded his clothed boner on your bare cunt, the fabric feeling almost painful if it wasn't for how wet you are.

"Maybe I am." You manage to reply, barely able to speak between whiny moans and soft gasps, his cock rubbing in all the right places, but the stimulation wasn't enough. No, he had been teasing you like this for the past 20 minutes, making his men watch as you became a putty mess in his hand. The shadows were men of discipline and self-control, keeping their hands folded politely behind their backs, ignoring their painful, throbbing cocks until their commander allowed them to use their brand new chew toy.

"I want you to know," He began, hand slipping under your chin firmly to force you to look up at him, hard cock rubbing faster up and down your cunt, pressing into you harder. "That I ain't playin' with you, Stray. My men will do anythin' I tell them to. Last chance to pull out." He warned and you shook your head no, his cocky smile growing even wider as his other hand went to squeeze your tit, looking for any signs of discomfort and much to his delight, seeing none.

"I can take it." The words are more of a reassurance to yourself, gaze drifting around the room and counting the men inside. 14, including Graves. You swallow thickly, nervous eyes drifting back to Graves, who simply raises an eyebrow in return, waiting for you to realize just how fucked up you are if you don't pull out.

"I can take it." You repeat, slowly believing the words more and more. He simply smiles and ruffles your hair affectionately, the same way he always did growing up.

"Attagirl." He pulled away from you and you can see the satisfaction in his eyes, knowing you'll do a good job for him. He nods to his men and they quickly get to work, hands groping you all over, long fingers entering your cunt roughly to the point you're becoming nothing but a whiny, whimpering mess. They're rough and impatient, your wrists being grabbed and forced onto their hard cocks until you're willingly jerking them off, hands barely able to wrap around their thick lengths. It's intimidating, yet so hot to be locked in a room full of hormonal, pent-up military men.

"On your knees." One of them commands, yet you're forced on your knees before you can even try to get up. Four cocks are in front of you and you begin sucking with no hesitation, eyes closing as you give into your role at the company. Your lips wrap around one of them, slowly taking him deeper until he gets too impatient and forces your head down to the base, the gagging noises your throat lets out simply making it feel better.

"Good girl." You don't even know who's praising you, but it's enough to give you the encouragement you needed, starting to bob your head up and down until you're pulled off the cock, a new one being shoved down your throat. They're using you— you know it, and you're letting them. You get passed around, tasting and sucking on different dicks while your hands keep themselves busy, deep moans and groans coming from above you. They get too impatient quick, the man you recognize as Oz wrapping his fingers on your hair, pulling on it until you willingly get up, throwing you into bed and opening your legs wide with brutal force. You look down, eyes widening as you see just jow thick he is.

"You said you could take it, ain't that right?" He uses your words against you, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your folds, your head dropping back as a moan escapes your lips. That's all he needs for confirmation, hands firmly holding the curve of your waist before he buries his cock to the hilt in one thrust. A pained moan escapes your lips, eyebrows furrowing as your nails dig into his arm— the pretty, long acrylic nails Graves paid for earlier that day.

"Shit... S‐slow down, asshole." The way you struggle to take him is almost cute, a cocky smirk pulling on his lips as he shakes his head no once, holding onto you tighter while he slams in and out of you. You don't have much room to complain before another cock is being shoved into your face, your lips willingly wrapping around the tip, hollowing your cheeks while your tongue circles all over it. Your whiny moans are muffled as you slowly begin to suck more and more, the pleasure of being groped all over and being fucked good slowly getting rid of any hints of regret you may have.

"Fucking slut." Oz says, hand coming up to gently pinch and pull on your nipples while he fucks into you faster. All you can do is nod, tears dotting your eyelashes at the mix of pain and pleasure, using the cock in your mouth to cover up the embarrassing sounds escaping you from being a used like a whore. Your body is manhandled into another position, a different shadow underneath you who wastes no time on fucking into your cunt, filling you just as much as Oz was. Your hands are kept busy jerking off more cocks while your mouth is put into good use again, muffling the moan of protest that threatens to escape when you feel the tip of a dick teasing the entrance of your ass.

"Wait—" You manage to speak when the shadow takes his cock out of your throat to give you time to breathe, only to be interrupted by your throat being forced open again. You close your eyes tightly, trying your best to relax, the folds of your tight hole slowly being eased, the man is being surprisingly gentle for someone who holds so much power over you.

"Good girl." He praises softly, voice deep with desire, yet holding so much care. His hand gently caresses your ass as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust before his hands rest on your waist, pulling you up and down his cock, the thin layer of skin diving your ass and cunt making the pleasure even greater. It doesn't take much before you're willingly slamming your hips down, moving in your own pace and fucking yourself into the big cocks inside you like a greedy whore, too eager to wait.

"Lovely girl, ain't she?" You can recognize Grave's voice, choosing to ignore it for now as you simply focus on feeling good. It doesn't take long until the men are taking turns with you, wet cunt leaking everywhere, yet none of them seem to care. You wince as you feel a second cock on the entrance of your pussy, nervous, yet eager to please. You don't even have to lift your head to know whose cock it is— fucking Phillip Graves. The man who got you into this situation on the first place... which you're now glad happened.

He's surprisingly gentle as he squeezes his cock into your airtight hole, the pain of the stretch only being overpowered by the feeling of a cock slamming back into your throat, nose hitting dark, curly pubes every single time the masked man makes you deepthroat him. Your whiny moans are mixed in with the lewd, wet sounds of your holes being used and abused. You lost count of how many times you were filled, mind too hazy from all the overstimulation, yet you can register the door closing behind them, leaving you alone with Graves.

''Attagirl.'' He praises, his hand running down the length of your sweaty hair as his soft cock settles into your cum-stained lips, half-lidded eyes looking up at him with curiosity. Your mouth is suddenly filled with a warm liquid and you swallow without thinking about it, eyes closing once he's done pissing into your slutty mouth. He slowly pulls out, putting his cock back in his pants and admiring the mess his men did of your body, covered in cum and small bruises from their strong hold when they were fucking you.

''I got another job for ya. Ever heard of the 141?''

[madammidnightsblog]

Headcannon: Horangi has made all of KorTac go to a Kpop concert at least once as a bet. They all had to last to sit there listening to Red Velvet all night which had Horangi dancing and singing while Hutcher joined in and Roze filming them dance along while laughing.

[shadow0-1]

Oz gets shrecked!!!!

[caprisunbongwater]

This might be a bit controversial 👀 but being negative to real people over a fictional character ain’t it. Sorry not sorry.

A fictional character is absolutely no reason to treat someone disrespectfully unless it’s doing genuine harm 👍🏾 shaming writers for fictional characters is distasteful

Lets be respectful to writer’s and everyone in general!

[lize-sleepy]

Thematic Parallels

fucked up style

[anunhingedme]

I love how this scene captured perfectly his charisma and charm as a leader

and this..how he babygirl the most intimidating looking man ever

[cod-dump]

Right of Passage

———

Fender: *kneeling on the kitchen floor shaking*

König: *leaning against the counter, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling*

Roze, walking in: Hey, Colonel- Fender? Are you alright?

Fender: THE COLONEL ALMOST STABBED ME

Roze: What-

König: He walked in, I didn’t hear him and he decided it was a good idea to try to scare me. He’s lucky I didn’t actually stab him

Fender, lays on the floor: I need a minute

(Later)

*a briefing had just ended and operators are coming in and out of the room*

Horangi: What’s with him?

Fender: *slumped over the meeting table*

Roze: Big guy almost stabbed him last night

Fender, quietly: With a butter knife

Horangi, laughing: That’s a KorTac right of passage! We’ve all been through it, isn’t that right?!

Conor: Good luck if he actually doesn’t get you!

Hutch: If he does then bad luck!

Fender:

Horangi, pulling down his shirt collar: He’s gotten me several times! Could say I’m riddled with bad luck but I think each new stab cancels out the old one. I’m pretty even right now!

Fender: … I’ve been with you people how long and I’m just learning about this?

Hutch: Only the cool kids know about it. Guess you’re a cool kid now!

Oz, into his radio in the corner of the room: Commander, these people are into weird shit-

[pampanope]

I wanted to draw some Oz appreciation.

I hc Oz and Hutch as hacker rivals/friends with similar interests (they’re both weebs lmaoo). Operators on their down tiiiime here

[candy616]

happy 07/04😅

Not his Birthday.

Featuring: Phillip Graves Osmond "Oz" Ryan Conor "Sunny" Oisin (Shadow 6-9) Owain "Bear" Arthur (Shadow 6-6) Kath Kandy (SC IT depdepartment) Mark "Marky Sharky" Thompson (Shadow 6-5)

sorry, Sunny, Bear, I'll make you handsome next time 😭

My friend showed me the joys of collecting dust Hot Wheels. I was buying humvees so my AC-130 wouldn't feel lonely and found this ridiculous monster truck.

[applbottmjeens]

Anna and Graves are back on their bullshit

(I'm drawing them again AAHH)

[eccentrcks]

Yo pookie it’s ya girl

Imagine Oz trying to be smooth while flirting with Melissa, but he fucks up every cringy pick up line he tries to throw at her.

“Are you Tennessee? Because I’m the only 10 you see, wait no- uh are you Mississippi? Because you’re the only miss I wanna see- wait no sorry- uhm…” God kill me.

Because when Oz has genuine feelings about someone, he forgets how to function. Usually he can slide his way into a lady’s pants just by being chatty and winking a certain way, but Melissa ain’t having that shit.

HEY POOKIE!

“Is this all you got? Or do I have to teach you how to make me swoon?” She’d say dryly and give him one of her most coldest disapproving looks. “Meet me at my room after the evening ends.”

Ooh- He’d think and become putty right there.

Unfortunately… Marlene would be within range when she heard the last bit and pale in nausea. “Fucking hell, mom- where’s the shame?” Where’s the bucket when she needs one?

And I believe he’d simp hard than Tormund Giantsbane from GOT. 😭

Oz with Melissa:

[mykneeshurt]

Knees he is not delicious 😭😭 HE LOOKS HOMELESS

LMFAOOOOOO ME AND MY KNEES LIKE HIM. HES RUGGED AND SEXY YUM TUM YUM YUM

[kris-and-elle-and-141]

My Art (Left) Vs Suns Art (Right) of Kris.

(Im hoping to get a digital pen, Which will help alot when im drawing)

[jgvfhl]

@cod-dump @pampanope please give this a read, it's delightful

I personally really like the idea of the Shadows being kinda like Phillip's lil family. So...

On an op before 141, the fucker gets injured pulling a Shadow away from a rotting patch of wooden floor while sweeping an old church. He lands himself a fractured ankle, splinters quite literally up the ass, and bruising like a bitch after falling through the floor himself.

So nothing too bad.

He comes off the comes off the painkillers to a hoard of puppy-eyed men in various stages of uniform dress.

Blah blah blah fluff happens

His ass hurts. It shouldn't be his first thought but his ass hurts. The same way it did when he took a drunken tumble down a flight of stairs as a teenager and bruised half of his damn body. He knows that after that shitshow of a job [that they'd been paid an abysmally low amount for given the conditions] he had showered, changed into sweatpants, taken some good quality fucking painkillers and he conked out on the closest surface.

Which he now realises is the old ass couch they all collectively refuse to get rid of despite its various stains and the knife stuck in one of its legs. He blinks before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. There are at least five Shadows around him, maybe six. They might be multiplying.

Oz catches his eye and he looks far too amused for someone that still owes him ten dollars and a Costco hotdog, but he'll bring up that bet later.

"Feeling alright, commander?"

He stares back at the man with an unamused look, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He was being watched like he was holding a bag of fries and he'd just stepped into pigeon territory.

"Fuck are you starin' for? Oz, if there's a dick on my face-"

"There isn't, couldn't take one of the kids into doing it. Just wondering if you're hungry because you took those painkillers on an empty stomach then passed out half-dead."

Damn right, none of the younger Shadows would draw a dick on his face. They were too scared to, Oz? Not so much but he was stuck with the shithead at this point.

"Could go something. Mind telling me why you've got a small army of Shadows present for this conversation?"

"Well, Petrillo was here to look at your ankle while you were too unconscious to notice. Garfield is here to try and talk you into buying Chick-fil-A with company money. And-"

"My name isn't Garfield-"

"You hate Mondays. Anyway, and the kids are here because they've never seen you land on your ass like that before and wanted to check how you're doing but they're too scared to ask for themselves."

That checks. He looks around at the three younger Shadows who have all now decided to stop staring at him and instead at the floor.

"Christ, I'm fine. If you can't take a fall like that then you can't do the fucking job. And I'll pay for the Chick-fil-A but I ain't going to get it, drag your lazy ass to do it."

Only then does he notice the fact that there's a bag of frozen peas under his ankle.

[ceoofdabicorpsensfw]

I’ve been on a helluva boss kick….

Preferably these two

This blog won’t be strictly COD…

It’ll be other fandoms hehe

Anyway have this little thing.

Ozzie X Fizz x Plus sized! Reader

You’re a plus sized demon..you’ve always have been. It didn’t bother you that much, not until you were invited into Asmodeus and Fizzarolli’s relationship.

You never asked Ozzie to pick you up, well because you’re scared..

Granted he’s handled way more but it scared you, even before you died.

One day, you, Asmodeus and Fizzarolli were sitting in the bed, watching some crappy romcom, curled up by Ozzie’s side, Fizz was curled into his shoulder, while Ozzie held both of you.

“Ugh…this is even shittier than the one from earlier…” Fizz groaned causing you to chuckle. “What can I say? I know how to bore.” The movie was your idea, so it kinda left an embarrassing trait on you to pick such a crappy Romcom.

Ozzie laughed softly before shaking his head. “Now now little one…don’t get too ahead of yourself, it may be shitty but I still like the plot of it.” The lust demon kissed your head. Feeling a small blush upon your cheeks you giggled and looked down.

Once the movie was over Fizz had to take a small stretch and check on his pups, leaving you and Asmodeus alone. He sighed and looked down at you, pondering as he recalled his normal actions with you.

“Say hot stuff…I haven’t thrown you around like fizzy have I?” He asked leaning forward. You froze, chuckling awkwardly before scratching the back of your neck. “Sure you have! Plenty of times!” Ozzie frowned before sighing.

“Baby…I can’t help but not recall ever that I had picked you up…it was only Fizzarolli…” he mumbled softly, stroking your head softly.

You sighed and looked down. “I-I know…I just…it’s hard…seeing others being thrown or picked up so easily…it hurts me to not live that dream..”

There you said it.

Asmodeus looked at you clueless and turned his head slightly, then there was a lightbulb. “Honey…you mean to tell me…because of how you look, you don’t think I can pick you up??” He looked offended but also hurt.

You groaned and hid your face in his arm. “Yes…Oz…I’ve been like that forever…I just…I can’t..” fizz soon returned and sat beside you.

“Why the long face doll?” He asked concerned. Asmodeus told him, Fizzarolli gasped and shook his head, “no! That won’t do!” Fizz mumbled, standing up before looking at Asmodeus, he nodded and reached down, picking you up.

You screamed before curling into a small ball, Asmodeus tisked at your reaction and smiled. “See baby? You weigh nothing to me…” he spoke softly, you let out a small breath before looking at him. “Wait…r-really???”

Asmodeus laughed softly before kissing your cheek. “Of course dear now..let’s get back to this shitty movie.” You bit your lip before stroking his chest. “Or..we can do something else..” Fizzarolli smirked and hummed. “I like the sound of that!”

[healthyfood-24]

Tomato and Saffron Seafood Soup

Ingredients

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 large onion, finely chopped

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 red bell pepper, diced

1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes

4 cups seafood broth

1/2 teaspoon saffron threads

1 teaspoon paprika

1 bay leaf

Salt and pepper to taste

300g firm white fish fillets (such as cod or halibut), cut into chunks

200g shrimp, peeled and deveined

200g mussels, cleaned and debearded

200g squid rings

2 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped

Lemon wedges, for serving

Instructions

Prepare the Base: In a large pot, heat the olive oil over medium heat. Add the chopped onion and cook until softened, about 5 minutes. Add the minced garlic and diced red bell pepper, and cook for another 2-3 minutes until fragrant.

Add the Tomatoes and Broth: Stir in the diced tomatoes, seafood broth, saffron threads, paprika, bay leaf, salt, and pepper. Bring the mixture to a boil, then reduce the heat and let it simmer for 15 minutes to allow the flavors to meld.

Cook the Seafood: Add the fish chunks to the pot and simmer for about 5 minutes. Then, add the shrimp, mussels, and squid rings. Continue to simmer for another 5-7 minutes, or until the shrimp are pink and opaque, the fish is cooked through, and the mussels have opened. Discard any mussels that do not open.

Finish and Serve: Stir in the chopped fresh parsley. Taste and adjust the seasoning with more salt and pepper if needed. Ladle the soup into bowls and serve with lemon wedges on the side.

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