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[anime-potato-san]

I don't make post like these often, but I think it needs to be said. Let's all appreciate @ladysouthpaw1213 for everything she does for the Black Ops fandom. It's been so quiet for us, but she always makes post and comments, sharing other creators works along with her own.

[stockthestain2]

Since I'm done traumatizing the cod ghosts community I'm targeting black ops

[myriadoflooseends]

How I felt playing "Break on Through"

I had a lotta fun but damn brother

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2025 Day Eleven

Quickie

Russell Adler x Reader

Sneaking off for a quick one isn't a conventional hosting tip... but that's not going to stop you.

You ducked out of the sun, crossing your porch back into your kitchen, stopping to practically droop now that you were out of the heat, and finally alone.

“Hey.” Well, not quite. But he was your husband, that hardly counted.

“Hey yourself.” You flashed him a smile before heading towards the garage, without bothering to check if he was following you.

He would be. You knew him too well for him to not.

In the middle of a crowded cookout, you had contrived an excuse for him to go inside to get more food, and then for yourself to get more beer, so you could be alone together without anyone thinking anything was amiss.

You had to give Adler something; after all, today you were wearing the shirt and shorts he most liked on you. Not that you dressed according to how he wanted you to, but he liked some of your clothes more than others, and you liked to tease him now and then.

You leant down, ass out as you opened the fridge to for more beer, intent on at least trying to maintain your ruse, as Adler whistled appreciatively behind you.

“Don’t you have a grill to be on?” You glanced over your shoulder as he approached, already warm from having his gaze on you.

“Nah, Woods is looking after it for a minute.” He replied, the words rolling so easily off his tongue you’d think he rehearsed them. Like both of you hadn’t planned for this to happen.

“A minute? You let control of your precious for that long?”

“I sure did.” He reached down to grab your ass, hurrying through his words impatiently like it would get him somewhere sooner.

“Oi…” you straightened up and looked at him in mock admonishment.

“Can you blame me?” He shrugged as you closed the fridge, turning to face him.

In a happy coincidence, it created the perfect opportunity for him to cage you against it so he could kiss you.

“I suppose not…” You gasped, resting your arms over his shoulders as he slipped his thumb under the waistband of your shorts “I can blame those shorts though.”

“What’s wrong with my shorts?”

“Everything. You’d better just take them off…”

He chuckled, swiftly moving his hand to undo the buttons at the front of yours. “You first.”

“That’s not fair, you have an apron on…” You grabbed the canvas strap around the back of his neck and pulled, only succeeding in rumpling the apron out of shape.  

He grunted at your protest, unbothered by your attempts at sabotage as he focused on getting your shorts and knickers off you. You clung him, feet hovering off the floor to help, before he tossed them aside, and let you reach down to undo his apron ties. The damn thing got trapped between your bodies, and he had to let go of you to pull it to one side, which you took as your chance to dive in and undo his fly.

Unlike you, Adler saw no reason to get half naked. He only waited long enough for you to open his shorts and take his dick in your hand, before he dipped his fingers between your folds, humming appreciatively when he found you already wet.

You tilted your head back, avoiding eye contact as he rubbed your hole gently, his wicked grin belaying the question of what had he done to get you all worked up like this?

It was the damn shorts, but you weren’t going to tell him that. Adler did not need to know about you and your Victorian gentleman level of attraction to his bare legs.

It was nice, at first. Both of you toying with each other, smiling in between kisses once Adler tempted your head back down, until you realised you were doing a lot more work than he was; and you wanted a little bit more than this before your time ran out and someone came looking for you.  

“Russ…” You whispered, fruitlessly trying to bat his hand aside so you could guide his dick into you.

He only shook his head and smiled, patting your hand as he moved it back to his dick. He didn’t say anything, after all he never did. Adler was a man of few words during sex, relying instead on you to do all the communication work.

“Why….?” You whined, even though you already knew the answer. It was one of his stupid ego things, that he had to make you come first, just to prove that he could.

You knew, but it didn’t stop you from shivering in his arms when he moved his thumb to your clit.

He has so many stupid ego things. Maybe you should appreciate that at least this one is kind of sweet.

He managed it quickly, despite himself, helped along by the fact that you had been fantasising about this for most of the morning. He exhaled heavily when he lifted his hand up to the light, letting you both admire the stickiness between them.

“Russ… Ew…” You gasped semi seriously, before yelping as he grabs your legs and picks you up again, firmly propping you against the fridge.

You knew it was coming, but you still gasped when the head of his dick caught your pussy. Before you could stop it, your head snapped back, hitting the fridge door with a soft thud.

Adler sighed, gently pulling your head up and making sure there was no blood. There wasn’t, you hadn’t gone that hard, but only when he was sure, did he start rolling his hips. You braced both of your hands on the door as you rolled back into him, trying to not think about how precariously you were perched; half propped against the door, half hanging from Russell’s hips.

Not that you should worry. He holds you securely, hands warm on your thighs, in contrast with how the apron, caught between your left leg and his body, scraped against your skin.

Adler groaned softly, leaning as close to you as he could as he fucked you. Each thrust was hard, almost brutal, but he was so soft and quiet, eyes fixed on your cleavage, tits still contained within your shirt. Only his hair, growing increasingly messy as it fell out of place, really told you how lost in you he was. If he was at all cognisant, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself fixing it.

He startled you when he looked up and kissed you, groaning as he came, eyes sliding closed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning through your own orgasm as his cock softens inside you.

Your brain fog always lasts longer than his, and he comforted you through the throes of your orgasm, uncaring about how tight you clung to him; only pulling back once he was sure you could stand on your own.

You took in a deep breath, legs shaking as you leant on the fridge, watching him as he slowly put himself back together.

“Are you okay?” He murmured as he tucked his dick back into his pants and did up his shorts.

“I’ll be fine. You get back to your grill.” You gratefully took your shorts back when he gave them to you, so you didn’t have to waste time looking for them. You decided not to comment when you realised your knickers hadn’t come back with them.

“Was it good?” He loitered as you pulled them back on.

“It was amazing.” You kissed his cheek, and brushed his hair back up off his forehead.

He smiled, then fixed it properly. “See you in a minute.”

“See you.”

He left slowly, glancing back as he retied the apron strings, and getting one last look at your ass before returning outside.

You leant on the fridge, slowly putting yourself back together, before you turned and opened the door again. The wash of cool air helped tremendously, and ensured that this time you successfully retrieved another case of beer, crisp and cold, ready for you to carry it back out onto the deck.

[bravo-bell]

I got really bored so have my Cold War safehouse crew queer headcanons

BELL:

Intersex

Genderless

Queer

No pronouns (doesn't correct people using he/him or they/them)

I think Bell's identity is very vague and non-specific due to Bell's brainwashing, and Bell's lack of independence from that probably keeps Bell from really identifying as anything at all

RUSSELL ADLER:

Queer

I don't think Adler really cares for or understands labels that much. I think he knows he's not straight and doesn't care enough to figure it out further. He works for the CIA he doesn't really care about that rn

I'm also a really big fan of FTM Adler thanks to @\laswells-ashtray. I don't actually hc him as trans but I really really like it and dabble in it often

HELEN PARK:

Asexual

I think she prefers to be close friends with people as opposed to actually dating them. I think she would date if she got close enough to someone, but it's unlikely and not her preference. I deeply enjoy Park and Lazar as being genuine with each other but I do think Park was just saying what Lazar wanted to hear so he'd do what she wanted him to

ELEAZAR "LAZAR" AZOULAY:

Straight

He just strikes me as straight and nothing else and I really don't know why. It's just a vibe

LAWRENCE SIMS:

Gay

Acespec

Again this is kind of just a vibe to me in terms of the acespec thing. It just feels like it fits. And I will never believe the relationship between Sims and Adler was always strictly platonic

ALEX MASON:

Bisexual (preference for men)

Genderqueer

I think Mason is aware there's something funky about his gender but he doesn't care enough to try figure it out, and most of his identity sits under a layer of dissociation he doesn't have time to try break. If you're not close to him, he's just a bisexual man. If you are close to him, he's bisexual with a preference for men and he's not too sure what his gender is but he's still a dude.

FRANK WOODS:

FAGGOT

Don't look at him like that, he can reclaim it. He will never elaborate no matter how you prompt him. Similar to Adler, he doesn't care about or understand labels much, but he loves dudes so he's a raging faggot as far as he's concerned. The look people give him when he says it never gets old. He's been through way too much to truly give a shit

[clarke-mason]

Just Alex doing his little salute in the campaign and multiplayer

[dummie-vaughn]

am I the only one that’s kind of disappointed we’re not playing as mason :/

[anime-potato-san]

My 100% canon Black Ops Hot take:

Adler doesn’t actually have any kids. Not even any unknown kids. He just doesn’t have any what so ever.

He specifically requested that part of his file be redacted so he could keep the mystery going on. It makes himself look cooler. He thinks it’s funny.