#rub it Swiss plz

[ramblingoak]

Kiss prompt!

Papa x Swiss

#27

Plz & thx 😜

Thank you Anon! I had a lot of fun with this one since I haven't really done much Papa x Ghoul stuff yet. I hope you like it!

Copia x Swiss with a kiss "as a suggestion"

Warnings: just a very thorough kiss hehe, maybe slightly suggestive so nsfw just in case, about 1k words and aggressively not beta read (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

Swiss hated seeing Copia like this.

Tired and stressed, Papa had been working practically nonstop in preparation for the upcoming tour.  Even the black makeup around his eyes couldn’t hide the signs of strain that were there.  His wrinkles were a little more pronounced from squinting at budget sheets and the skin beneath his eyes was swollen from lack of sleep.  The man needed a good meal, a good night’s rest and as Swiss let his eyes wander over the handsome Papa’s body a few other ideas came to mind.

“Why the fuck does Dewdrop need all these guitars?”

Copia’s irritated voice broke Swiss from his thoughts and the ghoul straightened up from the couch he had been sprawled across,  “Don’t know, skill issue?”

“Skill iss–,”  Copia looked up sharply from his paperwork, his eyes narrowed as he glanced over at Swiss.  When all he saw was a pointy toothed grin Copia snorted and looked back down at his desk.  “Phantom didn’t ask for any new guitars, neither did you!  Why does Dewdrop need six?”

“Papa, can I make a suggestion?”  When he nodded, Swiss stood up and made his way over to his desk.  “Let’s leave Dewdrop behind.”

Copia grinned immediately, the big one that Swiss was pretty sure was only reserved for him.  The smile that he definitely didn’t go out of his way to try to see on a daily basis.  

“I’m on board as long as you’re the one that breaks the news.”  

Copia smiled again when Swiss made a face but it quickly faded when he focused on the paperwork in front of him again.  Well this wasn’t going to do at all, Swiss needed to up his game a bit.  He idly started to tap his claws on the dark wood of the desk, slowly walking around to the side and leaning his hip against it.

“Papa?”  Swiss stayed quiet until Copia looked up at him,  “Can I make another suggestion?”

“Uh, sì.  Certo.”

“How about we take a break?”  He could see Copia immediately stiffen and Swiss had no doubt he was about to be on the receiving end of a speech on how much work there was to do so he quickly reached out and laid a hand over Copia’s arm.  “You need to eat and get some sleep.”

“That was two suggestions.”

“Oh, really?  Well then how about I throw in a third one?”  Swiss pushed off the desk and moved around until he was standing behind Copia.  He gently laid his hands on the man’s shoulders and started to rub the tense muscles there.  “You also need a massage.”

Copia’s only answer was a deep groan and Swiss took that as permission to rub his shoulders harder.  The man was quickly putty in the ghoul’s hands, the most delightful sounds falling from his lips.  Swiss had to bite his own to keep from making any himself, right now his focus was on Copia and making him feel good.

He always enjoyed taking care of his Papa.

When Copia had mostly quieted down, the muscles that Swiss had been working on finally relaxed and loose, he slipped around the chair and hopped up to sit on the desk.

“Swiss!  Stop playing around I still have lots of wor–”

“I actually have one more suggestion.”  

“I haven’t even done the other two you asked for yet.”

“Oh I know, but this last one is something we can fit in whenever.”  Copia was looking up at him with an exasperated expression on his face but Swiss just kept smiling.  “Whenever and as often as you want.”

“Is it leaving me alone?”  Swiss could see Copia fighting a smile when he gave him an exaggerated pout.  “Fine, fine.  Let’s see, you already suggested food and rest…”

“And firing Dewdrop.”

“Sì, and firing Dewdrop.”  Copia sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair and stared up at Swiss.  “I can’t think of anything else I need.”

“A kiss.”

“Un bacio?”  Swiss nodded eagerly, pleased beyond words to see a blush building on Copia’s cheeks.  “Just one?”

“To start with.”

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, both just watching the other.  Swiss was trying not to stare at his lips but he was failing miserably.  When one corner of them quirked up and Copia looked away shyly Swiss felt like letting out a whoop of triumph.

“Okie dokie.  I accept your suggestion.”  

Copia nervously began to shuffle the papers on his desk, only stopping when Swiss planted a hand right on top of them as he leaned in towards him.  The kiss was gentle, far gentler than was necessary but Swiss wanted to savor this moment.  He wanted to memorize every little detail he could.  The fullness of Copia’s bottom lip, the taste of the black makeup he wore on the top one, the sound of their teeth lightly clacking together as the kiss deepened…

Swiss was too damn big to be crawling into Copia’s lap but here he was, his legs straddling him and his fingers buried in the man’s brown hair.  Copia’s tongue flicked at Swiss’s lips, demanding entrance and easily getting it.  As Swiss raked his claws along his scalp Copia tugged at the ghoul’s shirt so he could slide his gloved hands along Swiss’s skin.  The leather was warm and soft and Swiss broke away from his lips with a deep groan.

After a handful of minutes panting into each other’s mouths Swiss finally leaned back to look over his work.  Copia’s hair was all over the place thanks to his hands and Swiss probably had more makeup on his face than Copia did at this point.  He licked his lips to get a taste of the metallic paint again, grinning when he saw Copia’s mismatched eyes tracking the movement of his tongue.

Oh yeah, there were definitely going to be more kisses.

“What do you think, Papa?  Did you like that suggestion?”

Copia nodded, his hands still idly rubbing along Swiss’s body under his shirt, “I did, sì.”  Without warning he gave a quick tug and Swiss found himself pressed tightly to his Papa’s chest, their faces barely a breath apart.  “Got any more?”

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#copia x swiss #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #copia fanfiction #swiss ghoul #nameless ghoul fanfic

[cirrus-ghoulette]

M-more pregnant Papa thoughts plz? 🥺🥺🥺

Oh! Sure. More pregnant Papa thoughts coming right up.

Obviously, his pregnancy announcement gains him a lot of attention by the media and the general public. What do you mean a man that's the Satanic Antipope is pregnant? How does that work?

Copia takes on more interviews because of it. Usually, he's flanked by two ghouls (mostly Swiss and Aether, though sometimes it's Cirrus and Cumulus), who sit behind him and silently stare at the interviewer the whole time.

He gets asked how the baby came to be. He shrugs and says the usual way, fucking.

He likes to rub and pat his tummy as he talks, the kit is active in there, and gentle rubs usually get them to calm down.

When asked when he's going to go on maternity leave, he says it won't be before the tour ends. He wants to finish the tour, then go on 'leave' (read: he'll still be in the studio every day, just wearing comfy clothes while he composes new songs).

One interviewer asks if it's a fake bump, used to drum up publicity for the band, and Cirrus audibly snarls at that. Copia waves her off and Cumulus silently reaches one hand up to scruff Cirrus.

"No, no. It is not fake. I mean, you can have a look, if you want. If you are happy to stare at a middle aged Italian man's belly that is, heh..."

Ends up unbuttoning the bottom buttons of his shirt and gently poking his tummy with his finger until there's a visible kick. Copia and his Ghoulettes relish the look of discomfort on the interviewer's face.

One interviewer asks if he's carrying the Antichrist, since he's the Satanic Pope. Copia just chuckles darkly and mutters "I guess we will see, eh?"

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #my works #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoulette #Nameless ghouls #Cirrus #Cumulus #Cw pregnancy #pregnancy headcanons

[godlizzza]

I was torn between Coffinshipping and Danbert but I'm gonna choose Danbert because it convenient for you "Imagine Me & You" fic~

Can i request a possessive fic of Danbert? And Herbert is the one who being possessive here.

Thank you so much and plz write whenever you can or have time, I am super appreciated! 🥰

Herbert was gone all of two minutes.

He left Dan with their bags while he went inside in search of someone who could tell them what to do now that their bus had been delayed. His German was rusty but he had a hell of a lot easier time than Dan loudly repeating himself in English, using more rudimentary words with every attempt to get the non-English speaking Swiss workers to understand him. Their travels through Bern were proving to be more working and less holiday.

Herbert paced back to the terminal, their new itinerary scribbled down in his notebook. He glanced up from the page and nearly got run over by a family trailing bulbous suitcases. He barely noticed; he was too busy seething at the sight of a woman chatting animatedly with Dan, smiling up at him and touching his arm. Long blonde hair spilled out from beneath her pageboy hat, which she kept twirling around her finger as she laughed at whatever Dan was saying.

Dan looked slightly bewildered, no doubt having trouble following her broken English. As Herbert stomped closer, he could make out the tail end of her sentence.

"-so cool. I love America." She accentuated love with a squeeze to Dan's bicep, and Herbert nearly chewed right through his tongue.

"Oh, yeah, it's great," Dan replied, scratching at the back of his neck but still keeping his smile in place. "This is my first time outside of America."

Gretel or Heidi or whatever the fuck her name was, grinned at Dan. "You come with me? I can show der Schweiz you-"

"Why are you bothering him?" Herbert barked at her in German, finally slipping up to Dan's side and into her field of vision. "Go find some other tourist to proposition."

She blinked in surprise at his sudden appearance, then frowned as she swept her gaze over him. Doubtless, she was trying to piece his non-European appearance with his crisp German.

"And who are you?" she asked rudely, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Herbert bared his teeth in a feral grin and hugged Dan's arm, tugging him close to his side. "I'm his client. He's a hooker I'm paying to fuck and follow me around. So, unless you've got a few spare thousand Euros, I'd back off."

All the haughty snark instantly vanished from her face, leaving behind only mortification. She slowly backed away, eyes darting between the two of them, before she murmured an apology, turned tail and ran, quickly disappearing into the crowd. Herbert smiled after her, keeping his grip on Dan's arm, satisfaction filling him like a glass of warm milk.

"What just happened?" Dan asked, head whipping back and forth between Herbert and the shadow of the girl. He narrowed his eyes down at Herbert. "What did you say to her? She was just being friendly."

"I didn't say anything," Herbert replied sweetly, nuzzling his cheek into Dan's shoulder. "I just told her we were very busy."

Dan sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "I hate not being able to understand everything. You could be saying anything. Telling people I'm a drug dealer or something."

"I would never do something like that," Herbert said solemnly before releasing Dan's arm and squatting down to grab his suitcase. He started off in the direction of their terminal and nodded for Dan to follow. "Now, come on. We've got a bus to catch."

"As soon as we get to the apartment, I'm taking a nap," Dan groaned as he paced after Herbert, his roller suitcase sliding along the linoleum floor.

#if i get enough hoffstrahm prompts i can make a similar thing collecting them all together too! #but of course ill never turn away danbert haha #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #re-animator #reanimator #asks #my fics #writing prompt

[idkhowbut-art]

hmmmm this could be a art or little fic request, but could you please do mountain cracking and massaging Swiss's Back Plz ^W^

I apologise for how long this took but here it is :D

its a little fic, bc i don't think a single drawing could've done this prompt justice

Featuring he/they mountain because i said so

When Swiss had gone to mountain asking them to give him a massage, mountain was a little confused at first, asking ‘why don’t you go to aether? He seems more clued in with pain relief.’ 

To which Swiss had relied ‘I’ve heard good things about you. Can you please help me?’ Swiss had heard from others that mountain had ‘magical hands’ and he knew that very well, but he was unaware that the magic extended past the more sexual scenarios that the ghoul found themselves in. 

And mountain knows that he can never say no to anyone so they obliged, setting down his book and quietly ushering Swiss to his room. 

Which leads them back to now, mountain sitting on the multi ghoul’s legs, his large, callused hands slowly massaging the expanse of Swiss’ back, rubbing some sort of herbal smelling oil into the built up knots. And Swiss now truly understood what all those people meant, he was truly blissed out. 

All until a certain point in his lower spine, where the bulk of that pain had reared its head. Mountain slid their hands down the length of his spine, pressing his thumbs into that specific area, drawing a groan from the ghoul below them. 

‘This was where that pain was right?’ Deep voice speaking for the first time since their interaction in the common room. 

‘Yeah, it was. Just take it easy there bud, ok?’ Swiss replied with a groan. 

‘Think I know the issue. I need you to take a large breath in for me.’ They said, shifting further down his legs to get a better position. And Swiss simply obliged, no questions asked. He trusted mountain and was too relaxed to argue. 

‘Got that breath? Now release it in one, two,’ they brace both their hands on Swiss’ lower back and, ‘Three!’ 

There was a resounding crack that was coupled with a shout from the ghoul below him. ‘And THATS what the pain was!’ Mountain yelled, raising his toned arms up in victory, very pleased with his work.  

Thanks for the ask :D

#my writing #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss alps #asks #the band ghost fanfiction

[obscureoperations]

Idk if this is what you meant by weird stuff but here this is: I am currently in the dead of shark week and I feel like shit. Could you write a small drabble about Martin taking care of/comforting a trans male s/o while he's on his period? Maybe Martin like idk 👉👈 calls him handsome or smth 🥺 (And keep it sfw plz?) Thank you!!

Sorry for the late responce. I had a long day and actually wanted to type out a "dialogue"

That is the worst! Sorry man, it'll all soon pass. It's just a physical responce, has nothing to do with who you actually are.

~

At times Martin couldn’t believe he had met someone like you… he would talk, and you actually listen. You were one of the first people in his life who actually made him feel like he was important. You entered his life in a breeze, he could still remember the moment you walked into Cuda’s shop. His eyes were all on you as you skimmed through the various aisles. Something about you made it almost impossible to look away, you browsed the shelves as if you had all the time in the world.

Much to his embarrassment, Cuda was already off on one, urging him to pick his jaw up from the ground. He shoved a broom into his hand, urging him to either sweep or go home. You were always the first person to defend him, that day in the shop was the first of many. He stood at the counter, shaking like a leaf with barely enough courage to look you in the face. Cuda stood behind him, watching his every move, apologizing to you for his employee’s lack of manners.

“I think he’s doin just fine sir… If anything, you need to give this guy a raise.”

His eyes snapped to your face immediately, time enough for you to shoot him a playful wink. He was smitten.

You came into the shop all the time, the two of you seemed to click right off the bat. He found himself looking forward to the moment you stepped in, he had actually finally made a friend.

He thought about you … alot. And the word was mostly an understatement. As he’d sit at home, perched at the windowsill after dinner… he often wondered what you were doing. He wanted to see you. The two of you had become fast friends, you kept him company during his lunch break. You took him around town, to some of the local cafes… despite living there longer, he had no idea those places even existed. The two of you would bum around the park whenever he got off work, and you actually had a day off.

A crush. He actually had a crush on you… the idea didn’t hit as hard as he expected. Despite the fact of being raised in a staunchly Catholic home, everything about being with you felt so natural. He told you things, you told him things… the extent of his confessions were mostly about his sickness. Yours were about how you moved to Braddock to start over. Here you could actually be yourself.

Martin never really picked or pried, you told him things over time. From what he understood, you had a condition… one that required you to take these shots. Once the two of you actually entered a relationship, he had no problem administering them himself. He was really careful with needles.

He loved how happy you seemed to be the days following, every day you seemed to become more and more comfortable in your skin. He was elated, as much joy as you brought him every day, at times, you’d seem to get extremely down.

It was only for a few days out of the month, but during that time, he was always at a loss. He wanted to help you as you’ve always helped him… but didn’t want to mess up and do the wrong thing.

He made frequent trips to the library and by now, he seemed to have a bit of a better idea what was going on. You never liked to talk about it. You apparently had a curse of your own to deal with. That was something that he could completely understand. All he could do during those times was sit back and listen for whatever you needed him to do.

Oftentimes there was nothing, you never liked to be a bother. You never liked to draw any more attention to what was happening to your body. Still, Martin would wait patiently along your side, prepared to do whatever it is that might make you more comfortable. As of now, you were curled up on the couch watching “spook-a-thon” on channel 6.

Martin stood poised over the counter, absentmindedly chewing at his thumbnail. . He was supposed to be making lunch, you were really hungry and needed something in your stomach. He had placed two tablets of aspirin in your hand before tossing you a coke from the fridge. He didn’t want to risk you getting nauseous now. He settled on whipping up a couple of sandwiches.

He could hear your groan of aggravation over the commercials, and began to pick up the pace. He offered to grab the heating pad from upstairs, but apparently “you were fine…” He hated drawing attention to it, he always felt as though might think he was being condescending. He only wanted to help, but didn;t want to hover… the least he could do was feed you.

He turns on the faucet, briefly washing his hands once again. He reaches for the cupboard, pulling out the value sized bag of salt and vinegar chips. It was your favorite,he always made sure to have some on hand for whenever you might be feeling a bit down.

The plates were set, but he almost forgot the pickles, with a sigh he grabbed the jar from the fridge. As he placed it onto the counter suddenly he had an idea. He picks up the jar lightly taping it against the tiles. He sighs, almost audibly, before tapping it again.

“Babe!” he calls

Silence. Surely you couldn’t have fallen asleep. From the way it sounded, if you didn’t eat something soon, you seriously considered biting his head off.

“Y/n!” He calls again, just as you casually pad into the kitchen. You sleepily begin to rub at your eyes. You wore one of his somewhat over sized pajama tops. You looked adorable. According to you, his t-shirts always feel a bit more comfortable. Who was he to argue?

“What is it babe… the movie’s about to start up soon..”

Martin sighs dejectedly as he picks up the jar, prying at the top. “I can’t- I cant get the top off… I’ve tried…” He was practically yanking at the jar with his bare hands. He was about to slam it onto the tiles before you speak up...

“W-woah.. Easy now.. Don’t drop it!” You laugh.

“But-- I it’s-- not..” He was about to hit the jar along the side of the counter again before you step in.

“Hey come here, let me try..”

With a sigh, he reluctantly hands over the jar but not before mumbling “It’s just really tight…”

“M-hmm.. Okay sure.” You smirk…

“It might be expired.. Thats why its so airtight--”

<pop>

You stood there for a moment as though you were waiting for an award, as Martin’s jaw continues to gape.

“No way…” He shakes his head.

“Did you even turn it?!” You laugh stepping over to the counter, surveying the freshly made plates. They looked awesome, he even made sure to layer your sandwich with extra pieces of Swiss.

“I did!.. I almost shattered the lid!!”

“Sure okay…” you shrug, placing the now open jar onto the counter.

“Lunch looks real good, are you gonna finally sit down to join me?”

With a sigh, he reaches for the jar placing a few of them onto his plate, shaking off his fingers. “I guess… "

"Good! Martin, stop sulking...you loosened it up!"

"You have to say that..." He whispers as the two of you walk over to the couch.

"I do...you could jus--"

Your words are inturrupted as he lightly pecks you on the cheek.

"Thanks handsome.”

#martin 1977 #martin 1978 #martin mathias #martin/reader #martin/ftm reader #martin/gender neutral reader

[lanottedellastrega]

So this was a thing that happened last night.

My M&G experience (as best I can remember it at this point) and a few other impressions of the evening behind the cut.

The photo op is set up in a 10x10 pop-up with curtains that don’t quite go all the way to the floor. I was about halfway back in the queue when I looked up to the front and thought “...wait, are those the burgundy monk straps?” When I got a little closer, the assistant pulled the curtain aside to let someone ahead of me in, and I saw him there in the red suit. @copias-little-lab-rat​ had already warned me that any coherent thoughts I might have had before walking in were likely to depart as soon as I walked in, but that suit was enough to render me incoherent all on its own.

Finally it was my turn, and I walked in. Even allowing for the fact that I was ignoring the eye with the white contact lens, that man has the single most intense gaze I have ever encountered in my life. I had brought him gifts - an amigurumi rat I had crocheted and a copy of Space Opera by Cat Valente - and I was totally babbling at him as I handed them over (“I made you this and I...bought this”).

“Ah, yes,” he said, looking me in the eye, “this is a mouse.”

My brain was equal parts “...I can’t correct him!” and “Jesus did I really do THAT badly with the pattern?”, and I wish the photographer had gotten a shot of that, because I can only imagine what my face must have looked like.

Right up to the point where he said “...I’m fucking with you.”

GODDAMN YOU TOBLERONE FROSTBITE

Amazingly enough, I managed to rub two brain cells together, and came back with “Maybe later.” A pause from him, and a thoughtful “...maybe later...” in reply.

NO REALLY GODDAMN YOU RIGHT TO HELL YOU IMPOSSIBLE FUCKING MAN

He went to hand stuff off to the assistant...then pulled the rat back and said “I will keep this for the picture.” Thanks, dude, I’m really dead now. We stepped into position, I put my arm around his tiny-ass waist - he stopped, pulled back, and darted his hand under my arm. “I have to...” No idea what that was about. (I had a couple of theories, but then I saw the other photos from Reno and none of them remained plausible.)

We posed (he “spooked” the photographer with the rat for the second one - I actually think the rat was the only thing in focus in that shot!). I thanked him again, trying once more (and failing) not to drown in that sea green eye, and floated out of the tent.  “Enjoy yourself,” he said as I departed. Can’t remember now if I said “I will” or “I plan to” in reply.

Other details I can recall, in absolutely NO particular order:

Aether no longer “loses” the duel at the beginning of Cirice! They trade a few licks, then go into the song.

Swiss was feeling some kinda way last night...he shimmied at Copia during Dance Macabre, then did it again, and Copia was so completely overcome he had to crawl back up the stairs to stand up.

Speaking of DM, Aether slapped his cheek (...on his face you dirty fuckers) on the first “a sting in the way you kiss me.”

Cirrus’ keytar solo in Mummy Dust was 🔥🔥🔥 - and she got so into it she was down on her knees by the end.

Speaking of fire - OMG PYRO. Actual flames for Year Zero. A couple of cannon pops elsewhere in the set, and a rain of fireworks along the proscenium at the end of the show.

“Is it too hot for you, Reno? I know I’m going commando, but...” COPIA PLZ

The juxtaposition of the White Suit of Sex with The Fucking Tricycle was exquisitely ludicrous.

I was sorry to see the red cassock go, but getting the red suit in exchange was a worthwhile tradeoff. The Cape is still there (and I stand by - no pun intended - my previous theory as to why he only wears it for one song...).

He does not do the groan from the end of the studio version of Kiss the Go-Goat - which is probably just as well, because the cleanup after that if he had would’ve been a nightmare.

TWO confetti cannons, not just the Mummy Bucks. (And the pile of confetti I picked up this morning from where I took off my corset last night was loltastic.)

Speaking of Mummy Bucks, a nice security guard picked up all of the ones that landed in the moat and was handing them to folks at the railing, so I now have one I acquired at a show in addition to the one I won in a FB giveaway. (I’ll put that and the confetti in the frame with my photo.)

Said nice security guard also took the crocheted roses I’d made for the band (with tags reading “Made with love [and a few swear words] by $MYREALNAME”) - he initially offered to hand them up to someone during curtain call, but his supervisor stopped him, so he said he would take them backstage for me. Now I just have to hope they actually got them...

I do NOT want to go back to work tomorrow.

#warning: my face #the ultimate tour named death #reno ritual #cardinal copia #a fluency of crimson #long post #shut up strega

[mirasadali606]

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