I’m Cerus but you can call me that or Cer!! (He/Him, please!! 🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️)
I’m a fanfic and fan art enjoyer, and this blog is specifically for reblogging things I like!!!
Here are fandoms/ characters/ ships I enjoy, and if you write/ draw for any of them, please feel free to tag me in your posts!! I’d love to see them!!!!!! :DDDD (side note: I sadly do not have an ao3 acc yet, so I cannot read those):
COD - price, ghost, soap, Gaz, König, Horangi, roach, Nikolai, etc!! I love EVERY ship I can find!!
side note: idc if it’s hybrids, omegaverse, an au, canonically (in)accurate, smut, fluff, angst, AFAB reader, AMAB reader, x reader, a ship, polycule, crossship, etc, etc, etc!! I just really enjoy reading and looking at art!!!!!! :D
I’m you can’t tell….. I’m gay. Oops. Sorry not sorry? XP
Could you give us a dynamic of what the guys would be like in bed all together with reader????
Thank youuu I love your work sm
Thank you <333 I need to update the series, I appreciate your support
CW: 4 men want u xoxox, piv (unprotected), oral (f receiving), fingering, anal fingering, jerking off
Series
“That’s it Johnny, see how her little clit throbs when you kiss along her thighs, she loves it,” Price remarked, holding you on his lap with your knees tucked against his chest, bare pussy on display as Johnny pampers around your cunt with butterfly kisses.
Gaz has a thick hand wrapped around his spit-covered shaft, jerking it lazily to the sight of you, breasts pushed together as you whine. Ghost watches you intensely, eyes glazing over every body part that twitches more than the other, taking notes on what you like and what you love.
Once Johnny’s had his fair share of your leaking cunt, Gaz takes over, thick fingers coaxing your pussy deliciously as you mewl, leaking all over his digits as he rubs at your tight rim, slick leaking over the tight hole as he pushes a finger in, stuffing both holes as your mouth gapes open. His tongue works against you as you whimper, teeth grazing against your clit as he sucks it into your mouth, Price’s lips rubbing against your ear as he praises you with soft murmurs.
You can barely see straight when Ghost takes over, huffing out his chest as he delivers a quick slap to your aching, desperate pussy. An angry flushed head is rubbed against your folds, precum mixing in with lewd squelches before he pushes in, knocking the wind from your lungs as you writhe in Price’s lap, almost biting down on his hairy bicep that holds you in place. His thrusts are rough but efficient, spilling pretty screams from you as tears well up at how well he fills you with his cock, hitting every spot you need touched.
Price’s hand rubs at your clit, sucking against your neck as you blabber incoherently, batting eyes briefly staring over at Soap and Gaz, both hands wrapped around their cocks as they go between watching you and kissing each other.
“That’s it, pretty, cum on his cock. You can do it, can’t you?”
Price’s words were so thick in your ear as your head lolled back, lips wide open as you choke out a gasp, clenching down in thrusting motions against Ghost’s cock, milking him as he pulls out desperately, spilling all over your chest in a pant.
You almost pass out from exhaustion as you’re laid down on the bed, until a burly figure stalks over your twitching frame, smug smile nearly concealed by his thick facial hair.
Constant movement. Might be shifting foot to foot. Might be tugging on his vest straps. Readjusting his hat. There isn't a waking moment that Price isn't fidgeting. Nor a sleeping one. He twitches in his sleep, feet kicking out just enough to wake the poor sap who happened to be close enough to jab. Every snort and snore brings with it an involuntary swallow or smack of his lips. And God forbid you be within rolling distance. Consider yourself pinned beneath his elbow, which somehow managed to catch you in the cheekbone.
Gaz
He's always clutching something. Sometimes it's his own arm, tucked beneath his head. Sometimes it's his dog tags. When he's at base he keeps his covers held close to his chest with both fists. And back home it was his childhood stuffed animal (though if anyone were to find out, he'd deny it to his last breath).
Prone to nightmares about falling, Gaz wakes with a jerk at least once a week. He'd roll over, tuck one pillow between his knees and one under his arm, and force himself back to sleep.
He is the resident big spoon on arctic ops.
Ghost
He runs hot. Between the need to conceal his identity at all times and the general lack of aircon on base, he needs the reprieve. And that comes in the form of nude, blissful unconsciousness.
He's quiet - not a snorer like Price - but he sleeps with his mouth hanging all the way open, sprawled across the mattress as if affixed to a St. Andrew's cross. He does not move from his position on his belly for between six and twelve hours.
Soap
He could fall asleep anywhere, resting his head on whatever or whomever was closest. Asleep after an op? His head was on your shoulder. Long day of nothing on a weekend? Stretched out on the rec room couch.
So, it's utterly in character that his urn rests on a little blue and white pillow, where he can comfortably rest for eternity.
writing prompt if ur bored and can’t think of anything!!
omegas spend about half of their lives in nests. They have very high metabolisms to keep them from gaining weight. …well there a new disease we’ve discovered… where omegas have such slow-working metabolisms, that they can go without eating for a week and not loose a single pound. Has the nest-ridden life become.. an issue for our poor, sensitive dynamic?
okay I’m not naming names.. but can we talk about how weird it is to have “non-sharing” / “locked-down” f/os?
Like my man.. that’s a character anyone/ everyone can thirst over. Maybe it’s just me, but it just feels really weird that y’all are like.. so emotionally, I don’t want to be harsh, but lwk emotionally immature that you can’t hear abt someone else.. enjoying/ being shipped with a character.
like I don’t get the point of saying “other people who ship themselves with [character] DNI or else!!” Like. Buddy. What is the fucking point. If I’m totally off on this hot take, then lmk ig, but yeah.
I don’t tend to follow self ship tags or anything, but, because if some fandoms I’m in, it’s unavoidable to not have a couple posts on my fyp.
just saw a post abt some person going on TikTok and getting chewed up and spit out by some non-share selfshiper. What the actual fuck.
then they went on tumblr for reassurance bc the person was like “they’ll never love you! They only love me!!!”. like this poor person was just told their f/o doesn’t like them bc some random ass person can’t share a fictional fucking character.
I’m lwk on the verge of putting “DNI non-share selfshippers” in my fucking bio. If any of y’all follow me, ur on thin ice, because the way that person acted is exactly how i imagined this community would.
Gaz thinking he'll get away with teasing his new bf in front of the team.
You work on base, on the accounting side though. Working with computers and their finances.
You guys had just started dating and he invited you to watch a movie with the team on base.
You all sit in the common room. Staring at the TV.
His hand creeps over, resting on your thigh first. Then it goes further, groping you through your pants.
You let it slide for a few minutes, but once he tries to slip past your belt you decide enough is enough.
You tug his sweatpants down enough just to leave his ass open, tugging him onto your lap and sinking him onto your cock in one thrust.
You fuck him right there infront of his team, bouncing him on your lap like a toy.
You cum in his ass without letting him finish, settling him back into his seat. Pre leaking from his aching hard-on, staining his joggers. Your cum leaving from his hole.
He whines about needing to finish, but settles once his Captain cuts in with a gruff,
"Take your punishment, son."
You decide that you will be joining the next team bonding.
tw: mentions of self harm, references to OG ghost backstory, angst :)
141 tried to do group therapy together
but they ended up making the therapist cry and the four of them had to awkwardly comfort the therapist
ghost hates therapy with a passion but goes anyway
soap did the tide pod challenge
price lost it at him in the med bay when he found out
"johnny it's a plastic capsule of LAUNDRY DETERGENT!"
"yummy colours🥰"
ghost used to sh on his face
love how i just give yall a bunch of sweet stuff and then BOOM ANGST HEADCANON outta nowhere :)
i feel like he suffers from severe facial dysmorphia, especially after covering his face for so long
sweet pie gang: soap, könig, price
savoury pie gang: ghost and gaz
couldnt care less, just likes pie: horangi
ghost hates coffee but pretends to like it to seem cool (he's actually drinking coffee crisp hot chocolate)
horangi listens to ayesha erotica
he is also a RAGING bisexual (strong lean towards men)
laswell refers to the 141 as her boys, she loves to embarrass them like a mom would
soap and ghost are ATTROCIOUS at cooking
price is pretty good at it, can make quite a lot but struggles with a few harder recipes (and also somehow cannot make instant noodles)
gaz is a GOD in the kitchen but he hates cooking
soap is not allowed in the kitchen alone, once set the kitchen in fire trying to get a glass of water
awkward day on base when that happened
"sorry, can't go into the kitchen, the explosions specialist set it on fire trying to get a drink"
soap listens to classic rock and metal only (and katy perry but he will never admit it)
gaz listens to (shocking literally everyone on the team) music from the 40's, 50's and 60's. he listens to some modern music but he just ADORES the vintage music, especially jazz.
gaz and soap also like therapy
like genuinely enjoy it
gaz has to hype himself up before his appointments though
soap hypes the therapist up
price is neutral, he'd prefer to just smoke and drink to deal with his problems but understands that talking about them with a professional is the best option
ghost, as mentioned before, hates therapy with a burning passion but goes anyway
mostly because he knows he will be put on probation if he doesn't
but also because he knows that he needs the help even if he doesn't want to admit it
also after one of his first month of going to all his appointments that month without skipping one at all, price told simon he was proud of him and now he uses that as motiva to go to his appointments
price knows how to use technology in the weirdest ways
can operate a drone but cannot for the life of him figure out QR codes
a pretty decent hacker but do NOT ask him what any text slang aside from "lol" and "lmao" is. he does not know.
doesn't know that emojis have different meanings depending on context
once said "simon's in the hospital😭" i the TF141 group chat, gaz and soap thought that he was laughing at simon
soap got arrested in croatia on a mission once because he committed arson
kate had to bail him out and he got an earful on being a pyromaniac and arsonist
price just told him to restrict his fire setting to the battlefield
valeria has a medusa tattoo, it's under her chest on her sternum (iykyk)
ghost was tempted to get a medusa tattoo but decided against it because he views it more as a symbol of strength for women (really afab/fem aligned in general) who have suffered through that kind of assault and that it would be wrong to take that from them
he got a tattoo inspired by medusa instead
ghost has his on his hip
he was orginally going to get it on his left ribcage but when the artist was placing the stencil he almost had a panic attack and they both decided a different placement would be better
könig has tattoos for his siblings and his mother (mama's booooyyyyy🗣️)
ghost also has tattoos for his mother, tommy, joseph and even one for beth
is there a male version of a barracks bunny?
because that's horangi, that man is fucking EVERYONE or getting fucked, depends on his mood that night
idk i feel like sometimes they all watch like family guy or bob's burgers together sometimes during their downtime
Thinking about mer!reader who was born in captivity meeting mer!ghost who was born wild...
You both meet in a mer sanctuary, you having been rescued from an aquarium going bankrupt and ghost under treatment for a boating strike. You've never seen another mer before, but the strange creature in your tank undeniably is one, that much you instincts tell you.
But....but he's so big, bigger than anything you've seen before! You doubt he could ever comfortably fit in your tank! Just looking at him makes your fins flutter nervously, hiding in the rocks on the shelf built into the pool.
He keeps peeking into your cave, chirping and churring in a way that makes your instincts perk but you don't really understand. Safety? Pod? You don't know.
Meanwhile, ghost is losing his mind.
This strange mer is too damn small, and he keeps trying to ask "are you okay? I'm safe, did they hurt you?" But all it does is squeak like a pup and hide!
Ghost can't fit into the tiny cave with the mer, and his instincts are already freaking out because he's separated from his pod! He needs to protect the weird pup!
....how the hell the workers intend to care for you when ghost is at risk of drowning anyone who tries, they have no idea.
Request fill for nonny who wanted captive vs wild mer!!!
After your old team was wiped out when helping the taskforce, you thought you’d never bounce back. Joining the taskforce wasn't exactly the dream either— especially since you didn't actually know who or what you were signing up to work with.
On your first mission you almost screamed at the giant falcon ripping a soldier to shreds, or a wolf tackling another down into the ground.
They were shifters, and no one had thought to tell you that.
Regardless, you’ve been doing your best to try and fit in as one of the only humans around. It was the first time in months you’ve had actual weekends and evenings to just sit back and exist, not chasing after one lead or the other non stop. Recently you’ve watched plenty of movies, picked up a hobby or two, and even went on a few lunch dates with the sergeants. You feel like you’re getting closer by the day— and it makes you a lot more confident too.
It’s midday, a weekend, and you sit in front of your dresser in your quarters, ready to sort it out after being moved to the task force’s wing. You had shoved it in before just for the past few days, but now you actually had to deal with it. With a sigh you pull out the last pair of trousers, tossing them into their own pile before looking at the sight of all your clothes spread out. Maybe you should put them on hangers in your cupboard instead..
You stand, heading to grab some only to hear soft scratching behind you. There’s nothing in the room though, and you even glance around the side of your bed, finding nothing in the slightest. So when you bring your freshly folded trousers to the drawer, you’re surprised to see fur sticking out the back. Confused, you crane your head down, trying to get a peek, only for light eyes to shine in the dark, paired with the white and brown streaked fur. A cat?!
For a moment you’re startled, wondering where the cat could’ve come from, especially on base. It faintly reminds you of Simon, but he can only shift into large cats, tigers and lions or so. Same with Gaz’s avian shifting too– it’s not like you ever saw him as a tiny robin.
So who was this kitty hiding behind your drawer?
“Kitty? You need to get out.. I need to close my drawer.” You frown, watching as it starts to put its head down and completely ignore you. Probably not a shifter then, huh..
So reluctantly you had to leave your drawers open for the entire day, occasionally bumping into it a few times and making you hiss in pain and grasp your shin. Eventually it does leave, without you even knowing and you frown at the strange little thing.
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You don't see it again for a whole week until it does the exact same to the drawers beneath your bed, where it’s much darker. It’s a hot summer day and you’re already sweating so much as it is, and now you can't even shut them because of the cat relaxing peacefully behind! Though you do feel a little bad about the kitty, he must be just as hot as you if not more.
So as carefully as you can, you hold a small dish of ice cold water, trying your best to place it behind the drawer without dislocating your arm altogether.
“It’ll help you cool down..:” You murmur, focusing intently on placing it down until you finally do, letting out a relieved sigh. Unfortunately for you, the cat just stares at the small dish and goes right back to sleep again, ignoring your attempts. Great.
The cat comes by regularly, so much so that you end up having your drawer open at all times because if you even think you can close it, somehow it’s already curled up in there already. You’ve scolded it even a few times when it ran in just as you were closing it.
“Hey Bon.” You look up from where you lay on your bed, a frown set on your lips as you glance over to where Soap stands in your doorway.
“What’s up?”
“Have you seen Simon anywhere?”
You blink, and then shrug your shoulers– why would you see him?
“Why would I know? The guy disappears apart from meal times..”
“I always see him come this way..” He trails off when all of a sudden there’s soft scratching in your drawer, Johnny’s head snapping towards it.
You sit up as Johnny crouches down to look into the drawer, before turning to deadpan towards you. “Lass, I just asked you where Simon was.”
“Huh? Some stray cat keeps sleeping there. I can't seem to get it out, but it always comes back.”
He looks at you like you’re the one whose acting weird, and then pinches his brow when you still don’t fess up. “There’s literally only one feline shifter on the team, what the hell are you on about? Ghost get the hell out–Price wants to speak with us.”
You stare dumbfounded as the cat–Simon?-- pokes it’s head out of the drawer and climbs out as told, casually shifting back into the Lieutenant you know well.
“L-lieutenant?!” You stare at him in shock, jaw dropped at the sight of him half shifted, fluff ears hidden behind soft blonde waves and the sight of a tail peeking out his training uniform. “I- i’m so sorry!”
How many times have you tried to pet him when he was running away? When he was sleeping? Or the stupid cat toys you tried to put together? You even started yapping to him at some point!
“Wait– you actually didn't know that was Simon?”
“I thought he could only shift into larger cats!” You shriek back at Johnny, hiding your burning face in your hands like that’ll save you from the embarrassment eating you alive right now. It doesn’t help that Simon does nothing more than snort and stretch his arms over his head, heading towards your door.
“It’s a decent napping spot. C’mon, Johnny. We’ll be late.” He pulls the Scot along before stopping in the doorway, and pulling his mask out his pocket. “Leave it open— i’ll be back later.”
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This is partially because this sanctuary has a big cat called simon who is has gorgeous white and brown fur, i’ll add a pic later hehe. Also i will be making another part to this because i love my sillies
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Hmm I think because their lives are so inundated with safewords already (sitreps, callouts) it'd feel redundant to have a specific one between them (also I think they are DEEPLY freaks who WOULD go without)
I do think they would check in on each other in their own ways, doting and concerned...🥺
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I can't imagine Soap ever ANNOYS Ghost, but I bet he can get under Ghost's skin a bit as they get more comfortable - a feat achievable by a scant few in his life, surely...
