I've been thinking, with the black ops fandom the way it is, we need something to bring everyone together.
I've had the idea for a sort of pick your own adventure story as a x Russell Adler fic as a way for the community to get involved.
The way it would work is that at the end of every part there would be two options you guys can vote for as to the direction the story takes. It's something everyone can get involved in if they'd like to.
Even then the talented artists could get involved and do some drawings, the writers, or just anyone who wants to be involved whether it's by drawing, creating, rendering etc.
So really, I just want your thoughts on this, the first poll I have planned is the theme and era the story will be set in, I don't have plans for it to fall onto Bell's story or Case's story. If anyone has any suggestions for the theme and era please do let me know.
Right now these are the ideas I have to be put in a poll
1982 - 1983 The time period between the events of the Cold War campaign (1981) and the Multiplayer story (1984)
1989 - 1990 The time period before Pantheon and Adler going rogue.
Mafia boss Russell Adler (1980s?)
Yandere Russell Adler (Not sure on the time era for this yet)
Russell doesnt normally celebrate his birthday, but when he finds you in his office with a gift for him, he cant turn down the offer.
Word count : 2,909
TW: Smut, choking, spanking, orgasm denial,
Russell Adler was not a man who celebrated his birthday. If anything he avoided it like the plague, just saw it as another day. His idea of celebrating was getting off work late, going home and lounging back on the couch in his apartment with a glass of whiskey and the TV on as background noise.
He didn't do birthday parties, and he definitely didn't do gifts.
Work is just one of many excuses to avoid the celebrations, one he welcomed with open arms, and if people wouldn't take no for an answer? Well, he was partial to the occasional white lie to get out of it, not like anyone knew the truth now was it?
“Can't, got a mission briefing at 7 tomorrow morning.”
That was his go to lie, the only person it didn't work with was Hudson. But Hudson never asked him about his birthday so he could work around that one.
But of course you just had to come along and change his routine didn't you?
By the time Russell got to headquarters it was 6:05, and he had already drunk three cups of coffee and had prepared himself for the thick stack of paperwork sitting in his office. A low grunt left his lips as he pulled out the key to his office, putting it in the lock only to find the door was already unlocked. Strange, he was certain he locked it before leaving late last night. He always did. The door swung open with a harsh thud, he expected an intruder had picked the lock. But when he saw you sitting at his desk, it certainly made sure he was awake for the day.
“Morning.”
You said it so sweetly it almost seemed like you hadn't broken into his office at 6 in the morning. Leaning back in his chair and resting your feet atop the desk you offered a cheeky grin, you knew what you were doing, you also knew his 7 am briefing was a load of shit.
“Seriously, you broke into my office?” He grunted, already feeling the headache coming on - it was too early for this shit and he wasn't a morning person at all.
You chuckled and smiled up at him innocently, fingers drumming against the arm rest of the chair, with the way you were acting anyone would think this was your office.
“Break in? Now why would I do that when I have the spare key that you gave me?”
He knew he shouldn't have given you that spare key, but he did and now he was paying for it.
“Take your grubby boots off my desk.” He grumbled, leaning against the doorframe as he gestured to your boots.
With a roll of your eyes, you shifted setting your feet onto the ground which earned a grunt of approval.
“Why are you even here this early?” His voice came out blunter than usual, probably because it was early and he was used to having a good few hours alone before someone bothered him in his office.
“Because a little bird tells me you don't have a mission briefing at 7, and it also tells me that it's someone's birthday today.”
He always looked grumpy in the mornings, but right now if looks could kill, you'd have been dead about five minutes ago. A soft giggle left your lips before you gave him a teasing wink and nudged a box towards him, it was wrapped in soft green wrapping paper with a silver bow on top. He looked confused for a moment, raising an eyebrow at you before sighing.
“I don't celebrate, you just wasted money.” The words were empty, he was touched in a way, usually people got the hint and left him to it on his birthday. But you? No you were persistent he'd give you that. He wanted to tell you to go away, but then again maybe he'd indulge just this once.
“But.. I guess seeing as you've gone to the effort…”
His voice trailed off as he picked up the box, inspecting the wrapping paper before tearing it open, humming as he saw what was inside…. a handmade booklet of coupons? He flicked through the coupons, some were cheesy, others… definitely got his attention. There had always been sexual tension between you two, you just decided it was about time it was addressed.
“Well, this is definitely a surprise, doll.”
He kept flicking through the pages, smirking as he read each and every coupon he could redeem.
Coupon 1 - I do anything you want for an hour
“Someones feeling bold.”
“Yeah well, it is your birthday. Figured I'd spoil the birthday boy even if he is grumpy.”
Coupon 2 - Redeemable for one kiss anywhere, no questions asked.
You stood up from the desk, standing close enough you could smell the lingering scent of cigarette smoke that always clung to him as he flipped all the way to the final page and smirked before his eyes met yours. On the back, written in your handwriting was - ‘You can have me’- no expiration date.
“... Always knew you had a naughty side, doll.”
His free hand reached up, gripping your chin and pulling your face closer to his, your lips almost touching but he wasn't going to let you have what you both wanted just yet - that would be too easy.
The silence lingered for a moment as your breath caught in your throat, eyes closing as he overwhelmed your senses enough to feel the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. He was a fucking tease and he knew it. When your eyes fluttered open, it felt like he’d moved closer, his nose now brushing against your neck, the soft touch making you shudder and gasp in surprise. You couldn't resist the urge to touch him any longer, hand slowly sliding up the back of his neck only to grip at his dirty blonde hair. It took everything in you to resist pulling him closer, tugging him to where you wanted his lips.
“Dont fucking tease me.”
The soft words whispered against his ear made him chuckle as his lips finally brushed against your neck, leaving soft open mouthed kisses wherever he pleased. They didn't stay soft for long, his teeth slowly joined in, nipping and and sucking on spots roughly leaving dark love bites scattered around your neck. The sensation forcing a soft gasp from your lips, fingers already tugging him closer by his hair.
“Tease? No, doll. I’m enjoying my present.” He groaned against your throat, hands gripping your hips to pull you even closer as your body molded against his. His lips trailed back up to your parted lips before finally crushing against yours in a rough kiss. A low moan left your lips as you tried to keep up with his intensity, but he was so overwhelming it made your head spin. His tongue swiped across your lower lip, not asking, but demanding entry - which you decided to deny to torment him. He growled against your lips, one hand slipping from your hip only to come back down hard on your ass, the sensation making you jolt in surprise and gasp. He took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your wet mouth, he didnt explore the space, he fucking owned it. Your taste on his tongue was addictive, he needed more.
“Fuck, doll.” He murmured against your lips as he pulled back for air, a string of saliva connecting you for a moment as he looked into your eyes, seeing how much they'd darkened with lust and need.
A low grunt left his lips as he nudged you back against his desk, his hands already tugging at your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, exposing your tits to his hungry gaze.
“No bra? Naughty, to think I thought you were a good girl who came to work dressed appropriately.”
You bit your lip, the way he was looking at you made that dampness in between your thighs harder to ignore. You leaned your arms back against his desk, arching your back slightly to torment him with the sight of your tits even more.
“Yeah? Well I thought you might appreciate your birthday present if it came like this.” You purred back, raising one hand to trail under his button up shirt, the other still laced in his hair tugged him closer, forcing your lips to almost touch again.
His hands left your hips in an instant, sliding up your abdomen with his rough hands until they cupped your tits, squeezing and palming at them roughly just to hear the soft little sounds that left your lips.
“Oh, you like that doll, like me playing with these tits?” He growled against your lips, fingers moving to pinch and roll your hardening nipples between his fingers relentlessly. The soft moans and whimpers of pleasure leaving your lips was making his cock throb painfully underneath his trousers, but he’d wait. He'd wait until you were begging for it.
“Ah! Y-Yes!” You gasped before biting your lip, trying to control yourself. But you couldn't. His touch was overwhelming in the best way, it felt like sin and heaven mixed together. The more he teased and tormented your nipples, the more your back arched, pushing your tits against his hands, begging for more of his touch.
“Good. Because they are fucking mine, doll.” His voice left no arguments, not that you wanted to argue with how good his hands felt. His lips pressed against yours in a quick but still rough kiss, only to trail down your neck once more, this time sliding lower as he left more love bites on your collarbones, grunting as he went. But finally after you thought he couldn't possibly tease you anymore, his hand left your chest and slipped under your skirt, finding your soaked panties and circling your clothed clit with slow, languid circles.
A soft gasp left your lips, which was quickly followed by a moan, eyes fluttering shut as you finally got some relief. You shifted so you sat on his desk, giving him better access to which he hummed in approval against your throat and gave it another teasing nip.
“More… Russell please don't tease.” You whined almost pathetically, hips rolling and bucking against his fingers, desperate for more of the sweet pleasure he was bringing. A low groan left his lips as his cock throbbed again from how pathetic your voice sounded begging for more, his fingers still circling your clit through your wet panties.
“More? I've barely fucking touched you and your begging, doll?”
He slowly pulled the wet fabric aside, fingers finding your wet pussy again, this time slowly sinking two inside of you, scissoring them into your wetness just to hear you whimper and feel you cling onto his shoulders.
“H-Hah-! Russell!”
Your hands found purchase against his shirt, gripping onto it tightly as his fingers slowly fucked you, the pleasure making your toes curl as you whined and writhed against his fingers, pussy clenching around them tightly almost begging him not to stop without having to say it outloud. He smirked down at you seeing how badly his fingers were wrecking your pussy. He could only imagine how you'd react if it was his cock.
“Dont… dont stop, please…. Russell, please-!” You gasped out, feeling the pleasure building up, his fingers sending you closer to the edge. Your hips rolled and bucked against his fingers chasing the pleasure as he thrust his fingers deeper, occasionally nudging against that sweet spot just to hear how high pitched your whines and moans got.
You moaned louder, gripping his shirt tighter as you felt yourself clench around his fingers harder, all it would take was a few more thrusts and you’d end up finishing all over his fingers. You never needed anything more in your life, but before you could tip over he pulled his fingers out.
“W-Wha…? Russell-!” You started to protest, a whine leaving your lips as your thighs squeezed together desperately trying to get some more friction. He smirked, bringing his fingers, still covered in your wetness, up to his lips and slowly suckling on them, lapping up every drop whilst maintaining eye contact with you. His eyes darkened by lust and dominance.
“You'll finish when I say you can.” He growled, his hands finding his belt buckle as he practically ripped it off from how impatient he was getting, the bulge in his trousers was painfully obvious now. Once his belt was finally off he tossed it aside carelessly and unbuttoned his trousers, letting out a sigh of relief as they loosened. A low grunt left his lips as he pushed them down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing up as it was freed from its confines. The head was already leaking from how turned on you had gotten him. His thumb swiped across the swollen head and brought it up to your mouth, smearing his precum across your lower lip.
“You gonna be a good girl and take it all, doll?”
He barely had a chance to finish speaking before a soft whine of need left your lips as you nodded frantically, almost drooling at the sight of his thick cock. You needed him so fucking badly now. His hands grasped onto your thighs forcing them to spread as he took a look at your glistening pussy, all wet and ready for his cock. His hips shifted forwards, just enough for him to grind the length against you a few times, smearing your wetness onto his cock before lining it up with your entrance.
“Russell… please… please just fuck m-” You started to beg, feeling the head of his cock grind against you, eyes fluttering shut as your pussy clenched around nothing, so fucking desperate for it now.
With a low hiss of pleasure, he finally gave in to the need fueling both of you, his cock sinking into your pussy, fingernails digging into your bare thighs as he felt you clench around him. He didn't stop until he'd finally bottomed out inside you, holding still for a moment just to tease and get used to the tightness. A moan slipped past your lips as he bottomed out inside of you, lips parting as you stared up into his eyes, you could practically see him trying not to just pound his cock into you until you couldn't walk.
“Good girl, you like getting stuffed with my cock don't you?” He groaned out, pulling back slowly before thrusting into you again, he let out a shuddering gasp as he did, not expecting how fucking addictive the sensation of being inside you was. His jaw clenched before he finally set a rhythm, it was rough and hard, his cock pounding into you over and over again. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoing in his office along with the obscene moans leaving your mouth.
“Yes! Oh god Russell, please… don't stop-!”
Your nails clawed at his biceps as his cock bullied your sweet spot with every relentless thrust, eyes nearly rolling back in pure ecstacy from the feeling of being filled up. You clenched around him again, squeezing his cock tighter as he fucked you without mercy.
“Take it, doll, fucking take it.” He hissed between clenched teeth, his hand reached up grasping onto your throat, not enough to choke you completely. His hand fit perfectly around your throat, gripping onto it just enough to make your head spin from the sensation mixed with his thrusts. Your eyes rolled back from the lightheadedness that accompanied the pleasure, moans becoming louder, more frequent as you clawed at his arms.
He knew you were close, could feel it from how fucking tight you were around his cock, he was close too. He could feel the pleasure building in his gut, balls tightening as he let out a low grunt. He refused to come before you though.
“Come for me, right now.” He snarled, gripping your throat a little tighter as he fucked into you harder.
A broken moan left your lips, his words mixing with his thrusts in a brutal symphony designed to send you hurling over the edge. You cried out his name, as you came, thighs tensing and trembling as your release dripped onto his cock and your thighs. The sound of your voice and your pussy clenching around him was all it took to send him over the edge with you, his thrusts becoming uneven, before finally burying himself to the hilt inside of you, painting your insides white with cum with a low groan, he stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the bliss.
His hips stuttered for a moment before he pulled back slightly looking up at your face, eyes watering from the pleasure, a deep blush covering your face as he cupped your cheek and panted.
“You okay?”
You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as you came back from the high he had given you. You were pretty sure you would be walking with a limp for the rest of the day. But it was so worth it.
"Yeah… I take it, you liked your birthday present?”
He chuckled, lifting your head from his shoulder and smirking down at you.
“Oh yeah, but we've still got a whole coupon book for me to use, doll.”
As someone who works in retail, I've recently been thinking about how Adler would respond to some of the questions I get asked daily compared to what I have to say.
*Adler putting some eggs out on the shelves*
Customer : Excuse me, do white eggs and brown eggs taste different?
Adler : ... Scientifically speaking, no. Spiritually, I've died a little from that question.
*Adler working as a cashier with a customer buying alcohol*
Adler : Got any ID, kid?
Customer : No. I have tattoos I'm clearly old enough. *Proceeds to show Adler his tattoos*
Adler : *Questioning everything* Ah yes, let me just consult the employee handbook... Nope, I still need to see some ID.
*Adler serving a customer, but the product isn't scanning*
Adler : Hold on, need do this manually.
Customer : Must be free then, hmm?
Adler : *Slowly sliding his gun across the cash register after hearing that joke for the 100th time that day* And if my gun jams, I won't shoot you-
In short, Adler wouldn't survive a day in retail.
Might turn this into a fic. It would be fun to write about Adler having to go under cover in a shop.
Russell Adler Headcannons that make me fall deeper into his chokehold on me-
He's a rough lover in every sense of the word. Holding hands, squeezing onto them, not enough to hurt, but enough that you constantly know he's there. Rough little kisses on your forehead as he leaves for work. Yet they still have you wishing he'd give you just one more before he leaves the house. He tried to be soft and gentle, but years of military and CIA work make it such a struggle to accept the fact that you aren't going anywhere. It's a coping mechanism for him.
He has road rage. Given his many years of driving, and experience he cannot fucking stand terrible drivers. Someone over takes him doing 50 in a school zone? He's yelling through the window about how much of an asshole they are. He gets cut up on the highway? He treats it like you insulted him personally.
"What the actual fuck!? Where did you get your licence the side of a cereal box, learn to fucking drive!"
He fucking adores calling his partner pet names. Those rough hands engulf your waist, rough kisses pressed to your cheek before whispering to you in your ear.
"Hey baby, missed ya today."
"Dollface c'mere for a sec."
He struggles to show how much he loves you, but the pet names purred in your ear is more than enough for him to remind you of that fact.
Russell loves putting his hands all over you in private. He's not a PDA guy he doesn't need to scream from mountains that you're his lover. He just needs you to know that. So when you're doing mundane tasks like cooking, he sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist just watching everything you do. But of course he makes his own little comments as he watches you.
"Hmm? Making dinner? Why can't I just have you instead, doll?"
He doesn't fall in love overnight, doesn't believe in love at first sight. He doesn't want love at first sight either. He wants to work for it. He loves the chase, the back and forth flirting, the subtle looks shared between you two. He knows he's not an easy man to love. Besides, he thinks the chase makes the reward that much sweeter when he finally lets loose with you. It's the longest slow burn ever, though. He keeps you waiting, pent up - but when that tension bursts open, he makes it more than worth your while.
"You always plan on giving me heart attacks? Or is that just a perk of your company?"
"I don't get distracted easily, but you're starting to become the exception."
Been thinking about it and we were ROBBED of the chance to see Adler in his KGB uniform in Black Ops 6.
The prestige 10 skin should've been one of these :
Edit : So sorry I just got the photos off Google didn't realise they were someones, if anyone knows who's the one on the left is let me know and I'll add them.
I physically can't see him singing along to Wizzard I wish it could be Christmas everyday when it came out in 1972 or 1973. Not unless he's got a partner who gets absolutely overjoyed on December 1st and turns the radio on full blast in the car as they drive to the CIA headquarters, you might just get him very quietly humming along to it, but he will adamantly deny it, your joy is contagious to him he just doesn't want to admit behind that gruff, tough CIA operative he can be soft and fun.
I also think he's the type of guy to turn the radio off when All I want for Christmas is you comes on. I think he'd rather sit in silence then have to listen to that. Especially when it came out in 1994 and he was 57? Maybe. He will only enjoy certain old Christmas songs.
❤️- Who is your favorite? (characters or ships)
🧡- What trope in Black Ops fanfiction/fanart is like honey to you ?
💛-Who are some of your favorite Black OPs Artists(past and present)
💚-Who is your Bell or OC for Black Ops?
🩵-What Black Ops Fancreator do you wish you could interact with more?
💙- Who are some of your favorite Black Ops Fanfiction writers(past and present)?
💜-What is a dream Black Ops fanfiction/fanart of yours?
🖤- What lost Black Ops fanfiction do you miss more than anything and yearn to find again?
🤍- What Black Ops Characters do you wanna do more for?
🩶- What has been your favorite things so far you done for Black Ops?
It's nearly your OCs birthday! Do you have anything planned? Is there a reason you picked that date for her birthday?
Hiii anon!
As of right now, I don't have anything planned as I've got some uni work to catch up on, I'm hoping if I get it done to maybe have a cute little birthday fic?
Honestly I'm so uncreative I just gave her the same birthday as me just changed the year to fit the timeline. But then once I'd done it I realised December 7th is the date Pearl Harbor happened which I completely forgot.
In spooky season spirit, I'm going to start working on some headcannons for Russell Adler and maybe some other Cold War/Black ops 6 characters about what they'd do around the spooky season. If anyone has any suggestions or ideas, send me an ask!
Also, for my OC, I am planning to write something for Halloween as my OC, Nadine, and Russell got married on Halloween ( I still haven't picked a year for when they got married though).
I got the black ops kitty SO IM HERE TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR STUFF. TOTALLY UNDERSTAND THE STUCK IN A RUSSELL ADLER CHOKHOLD, HONESTLY SAME. ALSO IM STILL REALLY GRATEFUL FOR THAT FIC YOUR WROTE 😭 I WAS RLY SCARED THE IDEA WAS BAD AND YOUD BE LIKE UPSET OR HATE ME OR SOMETHING BUT GOD, YOU CAME WITH HE MOST AMAZING THING. THANK YOUUU SO MUCH FOR YOUR CONTRIBUTION TO THE BLACK OPS COMMUNITY<3333
OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH! Honestly it makes me so happy to know you enjoyed that fic I loved writing it thought I was an awesome idea.
Russell Adler has had me in a chokehold since black ops cold war released that man knows what he's doing.
In so sorry I left this so long, I finally got into uni so I've been busting my ass for a little while.
