#till lindemann imagine

[99flakeandsprinkles]

Puppe- Rammstein x reader oneshot

Inspired by @elstargreen. Y/N finds six creepy magic dolls in an old house!

You'd just moved into a new house on the outskirts of the black forest, and you were currently still unpacking. When you'd bought the place (for a very low price) the estate agent had looked sheepish, and shared a little secret with you.

"They say that the old owner of this place was a witch." He said, fiddling with his cuffs. "So, um, be careful?"

"I'll be fine! I don't believe in magic anyway." You'd said, and signed the paperwork. Now, you were up in the attic, storing your boxed Christmas decorations and winter duvet there. It was mostly empty, but your eyes were drawn to a little wooden chest in the corner.

"What's that?" You pondered, picking it up and taking it down to the kitchen table. You still had lots to unpack, but you'd gotten through all the essentials. You fiddled with the lock on the box and popped it open, to reveal... Six rag dolls? They were stitched together with black thread, made of white cloth, and had button eyes and stitched grins. A few had brushed yarn hair, and they all wore hand sewn clothes, most in red and black but one in grey and one in gold, with a little hat and glasses.

"What weird little dolls..." You muttered, picking up the one with spiky hair.

"We're actually poppets. We're like voodoo dolls." It said. You screamed and dropped him, and he landed with a thump and a puff of dust.

"Ouch!"

"You can TALK?!" You yelled.

"We can all talk! We're poppets, magical dolls who came to life when the old witch sewed our last stitches. We have the strength of humans, and we did her dirty work whilst she worked on magic." One with white sideswept hair said. "I'm Till, these are Richard, Paul, Doom, Flake and Ollie."

You'd overcome your shock by now, and carefully set Richard next to his friends.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" You asked.

"We don't feel any pain." Flake explained. "But we're absolutely filthy from being in that chest for so long!" Richard sniffed his cloth armpit and gagged, and your eyes slid to the large stone sink in the kitchen.

"How about I give you a wash?" You offered.

"I'm dying for a bath..." Doom replied, slipping out of his clothes. He had a red heart stitched on the left side of his chest, and no privates. The rest of the dolls undressed and you put their clothes into a bucket of warm water with baby soap to wash them. You lifted the six dolls into the sink, and started to run the warm water and add the soap. Till's back was made of a fabric printed with a pattern of eels, and he saw you staring.

"The witch ran out of white cloth for my skin." He said. "So now I have eels on my arse."

"I drew some tattoos on my arms with a pen once!" Paul mentioned, trying to get your attention.

"She used clear buttons for my eyes, so I can't see without my glasses." Flake added. Pretty soon, the six poppets were all telling you about their lives as magical dolls, as you gently washed the dust and dirt out of them. It took three rinses for the water to run clear, then you say Richard, Paul, Doom and Till on your lap and combed their hair with a little doll-size brush to get any lumps out. You then gently rolled the six dolls in hand flannels, like creepy cloth burritos, and put them in the airing cupboard to dry whilst you worked on their clothes.

A couple of days later, you tightened up their stitches as they were newly dry, restuffed them a bit, and handed their clean clothes back. The six poppets were done!

"I feel great!" Ollie grinned, his stitched mouth turning up.

"And you look great too." Doom added, hugging him with his cloth arms.

"Look, Tillchen, you've got your belly back." Teased Flake, poking Till in the tummy.

"Poke all you like, it's good to be restuffed." The white haired doll replied. Paul clambered up and sat on the arm of your chair, and looked at you with his button eyes.

"Since you've repaired us and freed us, I suppose we owe you a big one. How about you become our new Mistress?" He asked.

"Yeah, we'd rather work for you than have some gross kid drooling all over us." Richard added, drawing some eyeliner on his cloth with a fabric marker.

"Anyway, we're probably too scary!" Till smirked.

"Sure! I'd love to keep you!" You replied. "But how do I look after a poppet?" Flake scampered off, and came back dragging a big, dusty book.

"This was the old Mistress' spellbook. She said we should give it to our new owner if we ever had one." You picked up the old leather-bound tome, and ran your hands over the cover.

"Well, boys? It looks like there's a new witch in town." You said. "I'm glad I found you six!" You headed off to the garden to pick some sage and mugwort for future spells, and Richard turned to Till with a stitched grin.

"Hey Tillchen?"

"Yeah?"

"Looks like you're not the only one who has a thing for a big woman now!" And your six little dolls watched you gather the herbs, eagerly awaiting their next orders from their Mistress.

[frauschneidersfrau]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 〣 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞

i’m so glad that this was requested! just wanna say that im getting a lot of rammstein requests on my slipknot acc; @jimsbeetroot it’s fine, but if you could write them to this account, that would be great! thank you!

warnings! dirty talking! teasing! fingering! oral sex!

words; 2.417

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒

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The city lights shimmered as you and Richard stepped out of the sleek black car, the grandeur of the gala awaiting you. His hand, warm and possessive, rested on the small of your back as you made your way inside, a rush of excitement tingling through you. Dressed in an immaculate black tuxedo, Richard was the epitome of rockstar elegance, his intense gaze flicking over to you every few seconds, eyes gleaming with something dark and mischievous.

You had chosen a dress that evening with Richard in mind—a deep, midnight blue gown that hugged every curve, the fabric shimmering with every step. The plunging neckline and high slit revealed just enough to be suggestive, and you knew from the way his eyes darkened when he first saw you that the night was bound to be filled with tension.

The gala was packed with Berlin’s elite—artists, musicians, and celebrities, all mingling under the sparkling chandeliers. Richard held a glass of champagne to his lips, his gaze never straying far from you as you moved through the crowd. He was calm, collected, but the smirk playing on his lips told you that he was thinking of far more than polite conversation.

As you stood beside him, chatting with a famous photographer, you felt the slightest brush of his fingers against your lower back. The touch was so subtle, yet it sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. You tried to keep your composure, responding to the conversation, but your mind was elsewhere—on the way his fingers teased at the edge of your dress, just beneath the fabric.

When you excused yourself to get some air, Richard followed, his presence a constant weight against your senses. The two of you slipped onto a balcony, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat between you. You leaned against the railing, the city sprawling out below, and felt his hand slide up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You’re driving me crazy tonight, you know that?” Richard’s voice was low, a growl that resonated deep in your chest.

You glanced at him, your eyes catching the fire in his. “I could say the same about you.”

He took a step closer, his body pressing against yours, trapping you between him and the cold metal of the railing. His hands roamed your sides, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just beneath your breast. Your breath hitched, the tension crackling between you, both of you knowing exactly where this was headed.

“I’ve been imagining taking that dress off you since the moment I saw you,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. “But I think I’ll make you wait… just a little longer.”

You bit your lip, the ache between your thighs becoming almost unbearable as he teased you, his lips skimming your neck, his hands holding you in place. The combination of his scent, his warmth, and the cool night air sent your senses reeling.

But you weren’t one to let him have all the control. Sliding your hand down his chest, you felt the hard lines of his muscles beneath the crisp shirt, and then lower still, to the waistband of his trousers. You felt him tense beneath your touch, a low growl escaping his throat as you pressed your palm against him.

“Two can play this game, Richard,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes.

His eyes darkened, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your waist, pulling you tight against him. The kiss was deep, consuming, a promise of everything to come once the gala was over. His tongue claimed yours, and you responded with equal hunger, the two of you losing yourselves in the taste and feel of each other.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your heart racing in your chest. He smirked, his thumb brushing across your swollen lips.

“We’re leaving. Now.”

The ride back to his place was electric, the air charged with anticipation. As soon as the door to his apartment closed behind you, all pretenses were gone. Richard was on you in an instant, his hands tearing at your dress as his mouth captured yours in a hungry kiss. He didn’t bother with gentleness, and you didn’t want him to. You needed him, now.

He pulled back just long enough to rid himself of his jacket and shirt, and then he was on you again, his hands rough as they roamed your body, stripping you of the gown that had driven him wild all night. The cool air hit your bare skin, but you didn’t care—he was everywhere, his lips, his hands, his teeth, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You let out a gasp as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed, the look in his eyes pure desire, his gaze raking over your naked form.

“You’re mine tonight, Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And I’m not letting you forget it.”

The heat in his gaze sent shivers through you as he climbed onto the bed, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. He kissed you hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, making you gasp. His fingers trailed down your arms, brushing lightly over your breasts, teasing you until you were arching beneath him, desperate for more.

When his mouth finally descended on your breast, you moaned, the sound low and throaty. He licked and sucked at your sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You writhed beneath him, trying to pull your hands free, but he held you firm, his grip unyielding.

“Patience,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with control. “You’ll get what you want… when I’m ready.”

His free hand slid down your side, his fingers dipping between your thighs, barely grazing your heated skin. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper, your hips lifting off the bed in search of more, but he was merciless, keeping his touch light, teasing, until you were trembling with need.

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, his fingers slipped inside you, slow and deliberate. The feeling of him filling you, combined with the firm press of his thumb against your clit, was enough to make you cry out. He watched you closely, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he worked you with expert precision, his fingers curling inside you, stroking that spot that made you see stars.

But just as you were on the brink, when the world started to blur at the edges, he pulled away, leaving you gasping, teetering on the edge of release.

“Richard,” you pleaded, your voice trembling. “Please…”

He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet. You teased me all night. It’s only fair I return the favor.”

Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees, your back arched, your ass in the air. The anticipation was almost too much as you waited, feeling his hands on your hips, his body pressed against yours. You could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock against your thigh, but he made you wait, drawing out the tension until you were practically begging for it.

And then, with one hard thrust, he was inside you, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness made you cry out, the pleasure intense, overwhelming. He didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t hold back. He fucked you with a brutal, punishing pace, each thrust deep and hard, pushing you further and further toward the edge.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your gasps and moans. Richard’s grip on your hips was tight, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove into you again and again, claiming you with every thrust. His name spilled from your lips in broken gasps, your mind lost in the haze of pleasure.

When he reached around to press his fingers against your clit, the added stimulation sent you spiraling. Your body tensed, your muscles clenching around him as you finally came, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You screamed his name, your vision going white, your entire body trembling with the force of it.

But Richard didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. The sensation was almost too much, pleasure turning to pain, but it only heightened the experience, pushing you to the brink of another climax. When he finally groaned your name and came inside you, the feeling of his release triggered your second orgasm, your body convulsing around him, milking him dry.

He collapsed onto the bed beside you, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat. You could still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you, leaving you breathless and sated.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat. Richard turned to you, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly tender after the roughness of before.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “But I think you already knew that.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, slow and sensual, savoring the taste of him on your lips. The earlier intensity had burned through both of you, leaving a warm, lingering glow in its wake. You felt the connection between you deepening with every breath, every gentle caress.

As the kiss broke, you met his gaze, seeing the satisfaction and something softer behind his dark eyes. “I might be dangerous,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, “but you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

Richard chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through your chest. “No, I wouldn’t. But I think you should know,” he added, his voice taking on that familiar commanding edge, “teasing me like that has its consequences.”

A shiver ran through you at his words, a mixture of excitement and anticipation stirring within. “Is that so?” you replied, your voice laced with playful defiance.

Without warning, he rolled you onto your back, his body pressing down on yours, pinning you beneath him. His hands were firm as they slid up your arms, gripping your wrists and holding them above your head, just like before. This time, however, there was a dark, smoldering intent in his gaze, something that sent a delicious thrill racing through your veins.

“Oh, it is,” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear, making your breath hitch. “I think you’ve learned that the hard way tonight. But I’m not done with you yet, Y/N. Not until you’re begging me to stop.”

You trembled beneath him, your body already responding to the promise in his words. The soreness from earlier only heightened your anticipation, making you crave more, despite the ache in your limbs. Richard knew exactly how to push you to your limits, and tonight, he was going to make sure you remembered who was in control.

He moved down your body, his mouth leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, down your collarbone, and over your breasts. He sucked on your nipples, hard, making you gasp as the sharp pleasure-pain shot through you. He licked and nipped his way further down, his hands still holding your wrists captive, ensuring you couldn’t escape his torment.

When his mouth finally reached the apex of your thighs, he paused, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. You squirmed, your hips arching toward him, desperate for his touch, but he merely chuckled, his tongue flicking out to tease you, just barely brushing against your clit.

“Please, Richard,” you whimpered, the need in your voice clear.

“Please what?” he asked, his tone taunting as he continued to toy with you, his fingers spreading you open as his tongue circled your swollen nub.

“Please… fuck me,” you begged, your voice shaking with the intensity of your desire.

Richard hummed in approval, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core. “Good girl,” he murmured, before plunging his tongue inside you, his mouth devouring you with a hunger that made you cry out. He ate you with a ferocity that left you breathless, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You writhed beneath him, your hands straining against his grip, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer, but he held you firm, refusing to let you go. The pressure built inside you, the tension winding tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending you hurtling into another earth-shattering orgasm. Your entire body convulsed, your muscles clenching around his tongue as you came, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

But Richard didn’t stop. He continued to suck and lick at your overstimulated clit, prolonging your orgasm until tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You sobbed his name, your body trembling, completely at his mercy.

Only when you were a quivering, breathless mess did he finally release your wrists, letting you collapse onto the bed, your limbs heavy and spent. He climbed over you, his lips finding yours in a deep, possessive kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Remember this,” he whispered against your lips, his voice dark and commanding. “Next time you think about teasing me.”

You nodded weakly, still dazed from the pleasure, unable to form words. But deep down, you knew that this wasn’t the last time. You loved pushing his buttons, loved the way he took control, punishing you in the most delicious ways. And you knew he loved it too.

As you lay there, tangled together in the sheets, your bodies slick with sweat, the dawn light began to filter through the curtains. Richard’s hand traced lazy patterns on your skin, his touch gentle now, soothing in the aftermath of your shared intensity.

The night had been a whirlwind of teasing, tension, and explosive passion, but as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, one thought lingered in your mind—this was only the beginning.

[thegothicviking]

I agree with Flake that this should have been on Rosenrot instead....makes me cry everytime!

@marimayscarlett if you haven't listened to this already...

Edit: here are one with the lyrics (a much earlier upload) in both german and translated to english (but the quality is much worse so I suggest you mute this one and play the one above on top of it/in the background to sync with the lyric video!)

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

RAMMSTEIN - HOW YOU MET

TILL LINDEMANN - sex shop

You were trying your best to keep your eyes down and focus on what you were looking for. Searching through the aisles for the toy you wanted. You tried to stay away from other people in the small store, decently embarrassed you were even here. You should’ve just ordered a new vibrator online…

You felt like you looked through half of the store before you found the aisle you needed. But of course. Someone else was also looking for the same item.

Shit.

Half of you wanted to leave and just forget about it. But the other half of you was dragging you towards the man who stood in front of the vibrators. Why you ask? Fuck if you knew.

You felt like dying as you stepped up next to him, looking quickly over the selection.

“So we have the same idea.” The man’s deep voice spoke.

You could barely meet his eyes, looking at him briefly before nodding and going back to the task at hand.

“Shy are you? Or do you speak Deutsch?”

“I can understand you…” you replied, honestly not wanting to stay and speak.

The gruff man reaches over and places a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze to him. “Pretty girl you are… Shy or not.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his. As if entranced by his stare.

A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Take my number, give a call if you are interested in other toys. I’m sure I could give you a demonstration.” He lets his hand fall to grab yours, pulling a pen from his pocket and writing his number down.

You stood shocked, letting him give you a knowing smile with a wink for the road.

PAUL LANDERS - at the park

The spring breeze swept your hair off your shoulders as you walked through the large park. It wasn’t super often you went out like this, but you felt a change of pace would do you good. This was one of the first nice weather weeks of the year so you couldn’t help going out and enjoying the fresh air.

It didn’t take long for you to find a nice place to settle and paint. You sat with your legs crossed on the shaded bench, beginning to paint the scene in front of you in your small sketchbook.

You barely noticed the man watching each of your brush strokes until he spoke up. “Schönen kunstwerke!” He beamed.

Your head snapped up, startled with his sudden appearance. “Oh- uh… I don’t… Nien deutsch…” you responded, feeling horrible you haven’t learned enough German to understand what the man was saying.

“Oh! You are a great artist!” He quickly spoke, leaving no time for you to be embarrassed.

“Ah- thank you…” you smiled graciously.

“Do you paint people? Or just the green?” He asked, gesturing to the land around him, making sure you understood his English.

“I can paint just about anything.” You can’t help but smile, appreciating him communicating the best he could.

He took a seat next to you on the wooden bench, his smile never once leaving his face. “You’ll show me?”

“I don’t have much material with me right now…”

“Mat…erial..?” His thick accent was dare you say it, adorable.

“Artwork!”

“Ah… material!”

The two of you exchanged names and spoke cheerfully about your artwork, flipping through your unfinished sketchbook. You didn’t realize that it had been hours since you two began talking until the sun was kissing the horizon

“It’s getting dark… Do you mind giving me your number? We can continue to chat, and maybe someday I’ll paint you.” You offered, handing your phone to him.

He put in his number, saving the contact before handing his phone back to you. “It was nice to meet you! I am excited to talk again!”

CHRISTOPH SCHNEIDER - restaurant

You were working at a fancy restaurant in the city, just another normal busy evening. You were making decent money and weren’t opposed to going home early with your hard earned cash.

But of course you weren’t surprised when your boss came over and asked you to take a party of six. And of course, you agreed. Making more money wasn’t a problem after all. Usually parties were good tippers in a place like this.

You greeted the group of gentlemen kindly, your eyes quickly falling on one particular long haired man.

Damn…

The guy was absolutely stunning. I mean all of them were good looking. But you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from him as you took their orders. You made sure to quickly make your exit once everything was written down, trying hard to hide your blush.

Throughout their meal you watched them laugh and joke, checking in on them periodically to refill water, give them more drinks, and to make sure they were doing well.

You passed out checks at the end of the meal, thanking them for coming in and wishing them well. They all paid and signed their checks, leaving one by one.

“Entschuldigung, miss.” A low voice spoke behind you, you turned around quickly to be met with the long haired man from your table. “Ich wollte dir sagen, du bist schön. Ich hoffe, dich wieder zu sehen.”

He handed the check back to you before following his friends out the door.

The tip doubled the total of his bill, with what you could only assume was his number written next to his signature.

“Schneider…”

FLAKE LORENZ - library

You didn’t expect to grab the same book at the same time. Feeling resistance as you tried to pull the book from the shelf.

“What the hell..?”

It took you one hard yank before you realized your hand wasn’t the only one on the book. Looking through the bookshelf to see the man on the other side.

“Oh god!- I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, trying to keep your voice down.

“Nein nein. Bitte übernehmen.” He responded seriously.

Your German was rough, so it took you a second to translate his brief statement. “Are you sure..?” You asked, mentally face palming yourself for replying in English. You were sure the man thought you were an idiot at this point.

“I am sure. I will find another to read.” His English was probably about as rough as your German was. Well… He could at least form a sentence in the language he wanted. “Your name..?” He asked through the library bookshelf.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N… I will teach you German. You need to learn if you need to live here.” He said matter of factly. You tried your hardest not to be offended in the manner in which he said that.

“Come tomorrow? We will start.” He gave a small smile before realization flashed over his face. “Flake. Nice to meet you.” He extended a hand through the small book shaped hole.

“Bis morgen Flake.” You laughed quietly, shaking his hand before going to check out your book.

RICHARD KRUSPE - clubbing

The two of you met at a club, you had been ditched by your friends and were sitting lonely at the bar, stirring your drink in discontent. You didn’t even look up when Richard slid up to the bar, ordering a drink with an accent that made you raise your head.

He looks down at you and raises an eyebrow, his gaze intense but concerned. “Are you lost, miss?” He asked, giving a quick glance around the room to see who might be missing a cute girl like you.

“My friends ditched me for some random guys they just met.” You said bitterly.

He nodded in understanding, getting his drink and sitting next to you.

“Assholes.” He stated with a charming smile. Trying to lift your spirits the best he could.

You laughed at his comment, looking him over closer with a smile on your face. “Where are you from? You have an accent.”

He held his chest where his heart would be, playing mock offense. “Damn… thought I was doing good losing the accent. I’m from Germany since you’re so curious, fraulein.” He winked at the addition of ‘fraulein’.

“You’re a long ways from home then.”

“I’ll be back home soon enough my dear.” He pulls out a pen from his pocket and scribbles some numbers on the small drink napkin, handing it to you as he stood. “I’ll be here a few more days, if you decide you’re ready to ditch those friends back.” He smirks, placing the napkin in your hand before kissing your knuckles and walking away into the crowd.

OLIVER RIEDEL - grocery store

You met the guy at the grocery store of all places. He was looking through the produce as you walked down the small aisle.

Looking up from your list you two meet eyes and it feels as if the world falls away. And only when he gives you a cheeky smile do you realize you’re staring. Shit…

“Do you need help finding something fraulein?” He asked, his tone matching that teasing smile he wore.

“Oh no- no- I’m fine. Danke…” you replied, blush dusting your cheeks.

“Let me see your list, maybe I can help. You seem… lost.” He smirked, holding his hand out for your list. You hand him the list and he briefly looks over it, gently taking your pen from your hand and writing something down on the paper.

“Bread is right down that way mein liebling.” He gestures down the way to the aisle, swiftly handing you your list and pen back before continuing toward the checkout with his basket of groceries.

You stood there stunned at the quick encounter. Watching as he left before looking down at your list, a phone number written down below your last item, bread.

[spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel]

MY DEAR BABES!

Just to keep you posted on things.

I will continue Ich will but i have a little writers block🫣 this may or may not have to do with my sweet boyfriend Paul lol. This man is distracting as fuck.. ANYHOW!

I'm also writing (behind the scenes) on a new story based off the tv show Sons of Anarchy.

The leading roles are 3 woman. The old ladies of Paul,Richard and Christoph.

But for my story i need some help! Because i need the following things:

Old lady for Flake & Till.

If you want to fulfill that role (lol) then hit me up in private message with some info!

Also i need a girl who occasionally dates Olli

( also hit me up in private message lol)

My sweet @millasketches is helping me with drawings. When they are done, i will start posting them! ( No pressure sweetheart! This gives me enough time to write some lol, so take your time haha)

SO SWEET LADIES , HIT ME UP 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[spieluhrzeit]

kaerutomo went back up and i was able to make my account. have a tiny rammstein miitomo dump

[du hast mask edit by me]

once i get tomodachi life, tomodachi life 2 and miitopia it's over, this'll become a rammiistein blog. miistein? miistein.

peep the fickhose on flake -3-

[endlich-allein]

Rammstein, Park de Nieuwe Koers, Ostend, 27-06-2024 © Tim Vermoens for ShootnRock

[marimayscarlett]

Vampire Till likes bite summits: when group of other vampires leaves love bites (in a sexual way) all over his monstrous body while hes laying on a huge velvet clothed table

Hi 🦇

More vampire lore/head canons to consider... This would be most likely rather fitting for Till 👀 And of course reminds me of this setting here 🖤

[boy-oneder]

😵‍💫

[99flakeandsprinkles]

Vampire AU update!

Y/N goes clubbing here

Special thoughts to @millasthoughts and @spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel

[jimsbeetroot]

RAMMSTEIN

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Hello!

I have considered starting writing about Rammstein!

Does anyone have requests?

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[frauschneidersfrau]

So, could you write a richard smut with Lots of fluff... maybe on a hot summer day, like that. Thankss :)

yay! thank you for this request! hope you enjoy!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 〣 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞

the following story is indeed smutty, but the lovely kind. the warnings are as follows; it’s just sex.

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THE SUN BLAZED HIGH IN THE SKY, casting a golden hue over the quiet countryside. A soft breeze teased the long grass, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the distant echo of cicadas. The heat was almost oppressive, pressing down like a heavy blanket, making the air shimmer and wave. In the middle of this sun-soaked paradise, you found yourself lying under the shade of a large oak tree, enjoying the brief respite from the relentless summer sun.

Next to you, stretched out lazily on the soft blanket, was Richard. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the glistening sheen of sweat on his chest, a few stray drops trailing down his toned abs. His dark hair was damp and tousled, falling carelessly over his intense eyes as he looked at you, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Despite the heat, or maybe because of it, everything felt slow and languid, the world seeming to narrow down to just the two of you in this secluded spot.

“Too hot for you?” Richard asked, his deep voice rough but teasing. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“It’s perfect,” you replied, your voice soft, almost a whisper. “Just like this.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, resonating through the stillness. “You always know how to make a man feel good,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. His lips were warm, a contrast to the cool shade, and the simple touch made your heart flutter.

The two of you had escaped to this hidden spot, far from the chaos of his life on the road. Here, there were no cameras, no fans, and no distractions—just the hum of nature and the steady thrum of your heartbeats, in sync with each other.

You shifted closer to him, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Richard wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back. It was moments like these that you cherished the most—when the world fell away and it was just you and him, wrapped up in the simplicity of your love.

“You know,” he began, his voice a soft rumble, “I could stay like this forever. Just us, away from everything else.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as you savoured the feel of his heartbeat against your cheek. “Me too,” you murmured, your fingers trailing over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath. “It’s perfect.”

The heat of the day wrapped around you both, a cocoon of warmth and comfort. Richard’s hand slid up to tangle in your hair, his fingers gentle, but firm as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss that seemed to melt the world around you. The warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, was intoxicating, making you lose yourself in the softness of his touch. His kiss was unhurried, savouring every second as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, sun-drenched moment.

Without a word, you crawled over to him, straddling his hips. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers gripping tightly as he pulled you closer, his touch hot against your skin. You could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you, even through the layers of clothing, and it sent a surge of desire straight to your core.

“Richard…” you breathed, your voice thick with need. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. He responded instantly, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that matched your own. His hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt, his touch sending sparks of electricity across your skin.

“God, I want you,” he growled against your lips, his voice rough and raw. He pulled back just enough to yank your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly before diving back in, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You gasped, arching into him as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more. His hands slid down to your shorts, deftly undoing the button and pushing them down your hips. You lifted yourself just enough to help him, and in a matter of seconds, you were left bare before him.

Richard’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his gaze smouldering with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He reached out, running his hands over your body, tracing every curve, every dip as if committing it all to memory.

The intensity of his touch, the heat of his gaze, sent a rush of arousal pooling between your thighs. You needed him—now. You leaned down, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, grinding your hips against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against you. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, only stoking the fire that burned within.

“Patience,” he murmured, though his voice was strained as if he was barely holding onto control. His hands gripped your hips, stilling your movements as he rolled you onto your back, his body pressing down on top of yours. The weight of him, the feel of his skin against yours, was intoxicating.

But patience was the last thing on your mind. You reached down between you, unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers, eager to feel him, to take him inside you. Richard hissed in pleasure as you freed his cock, the thick, rigid length pulsing with need. He kicked off his pants, leaving you both bare to each other, the heat of the day matched only by the fire in your veins.

For a moment, he paused, his eyes locked on yours, filled with an emotion that went deeper than just desire. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice rough with passion.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice breathless, full of want.

And then, there was no more holding back. Richard claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch, the fullness, was overwhelming, but it was everything you needed.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. “Please, Richard,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back. “Don’t hold back.”

With a low growl, he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The pace was slow at first, teasing, but it quickly grew more intense, more urgent. His hips snapped against yours, driving into you with a ferocity that stole your breath, his mouth leaving a trail of heated kisses along your collarbone, your neck, your lips.

Every movement, every touch, was filled with passion, with need. The world around you dissolved, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other, lost in the pleasure that built and built until it was almost too much to bear. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, tight and hot, ready to snap.

“Come for me,” Richard growled, his voice rough, desperate. “Let go.”

His words were your undoing. With a cry, you shattered around him, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with a low, guttural moan.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the summer evening. Slowly, Richard collapsed beside you, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you as you both came down from the high.

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice soft, full of awe.

You smiled, your heart still racing, but now with a deep, contented warmth. “So are you,” you murmured, snuggling closer into his embrace.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the heat of the day gave way to the coolness of the night, but the warmth between you and Richard remained, burning brightly, as intense and passionate as ever.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the sultry air. “I love you,” he whispered, the words hanging between you like a promise.

You smiled, your heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace. “I love you too, Richard.”

With the sun sinking lower in the sky, the two of you lay together, content in each other’s arms, letting the warmth of the day fade into the coolness of the evening. There was no rush, no need to do anything but be together. As the stars began to peek through the twilight, you knew that this moment, this perfect, quiet love, was something you would carry with you always.

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RAMMSTEIN - Teacher AU: what subject they teach

Okay… I know some of this isn’t very realistic, especially as this takes an American perspective on school. But…

I do what I want lmao

BUT Rammstein as teachers has been infecting my brain for a fat minute now. Ever since I read this one fic on ao3 I’ve been dying. I needed to get this out. And lord knows I have more to say than just this one little imagine post. So if you’re interested, PLEASE let me know. I won’t shut up about it then.

TILL LINDEMANN - Vocational Education

Teaches woodworking, metals, and automotive technology. He does it all so classes are pretty sparse. And hard to get into…

He likes the idea that the kids who are seeking out his classes are the ones who are truly interested in the subject. Especially since his classes are decently difficult to get into.

And honestly being a more specialized teacher, he has more freedom to do as he wishes when it comes to the syllabus and activities done in the classroom.

I mean who else in the school is going to know what to teach in that position besides him?

No one.

So he does as he wants!

He definitely holds extra workshops during his free period or before/after school.

PAUL LANDERS - Band/ Orchestra

He has the degree to teach all sorts of performing arts but he really embraced teaching band and orchestra. He’s always been a music guy.

Very supportive to his students! Always making sure they find the right instrument to play if they’re just starting out.

Or showing them different pieces or artists to keep students engaged and exploring music!

One of the more eccentric teachers of the bunch.

But because of that the students absolutely LOVE him. Like they beg to sit in the band room to eat lunch. (Which is against the rules) but he agrees anyways.

Also sponsors the fall play and spring musical with Flake and Richard. Mainly in charge of the music and band, but definitely helps Richard with the casting and auditions.

CHRISTOPH SCHNEIDER - History/ Social Studies

Rigid exterior, soft when you get through to him. Students either love or hate him. NO in between.

He prefers to teach AP European history, AP World history, or AP Psychology. He likes it when the students are actually there because they’re interested, not because the class is required.

Like I said before, students either love or hate him. So they either avoid him like the plague or they follow him like a cult.

Honestly, he likes his alone time, so he’ll 100% lock his door during lunch time so none of the students who enjoy him will bother him.

Hands out a shit ton of homework.

Also has no patience or sympathy for troublemakers. He looks like he got two hours of sleep the night before, don’t test him.

FLAKE LORENZ - Visual Arts

Teaches basic arts classes like 2D arts, and 3D arts. But he also delves into the more complex classes like AP drawing/painting, advanced ceramics, and AP art history.

He likes each class for its own reasons, but his favorite is advanced ceramics. He loves the freedom and loves seeing all the interesting designs and pieces the students make.

Also, just like Schneider and Till, he likes that the classes besides basic 2D and 3D arts are sought after because the students actually take interest in the subject matter

Definitely the kind of teacher who fosters a calm environment. Students are allowed to wear headphones but no music playing out in the open.

More often than not sits beside his students and works on pieces of his own!

He also works closely with Paul and Richard when it comes to the school plays and musicals. He helps make backdrops and props. Definitely groans and moans about it, but in the end he loves seeing his work on the stage. Even if it’s on an incredibly amateur level.

RICHARD KRUSPE - Language arts and English

Teaches English language classes, advanced creative writing, speech, and AP literature and composition. Yeah he forced some other unlucky teacher to take on the basic creative writing classes.

He didn’t want to deal with the dumb brats who can’t write or spell. Fuck them kids.

He enjoys speech and English the most, he definitely likes the way the kids squirm when they’re forced to stand up front and speak.

Not a big fan of homework. He honestly neglects grading so he just makes it easy and gives out a one page worksheet, nothing crazy.

Helps with casting and oversight with the students in the plays and musicals. He enjoys helping with lines and memorization!

OLIVER RIEDEL - Buisness/ Computer classes

Teaches intro to business, personal finance, AP business management, and typing/basic computer applications.

He likes that it’s decently laid back. That if there’s a problem, there’s always an answer. Press the “A” key and “A” will appear. You know?

Questions in his class are pretty self explanatory and the guides he gives for the students to work through, aren’t too hard at all.

It’s decently hard to not pass his class.

I mean… shit… there’s no homework. None.

He’s pretty reserved, so it’s not often students talk to him for anything besides questions. Which for the most part he doesn’t mind. But when there’s that one rare student who actually gives a shit about how his day is going, it definitely makes him smile.

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@meinewellemeinstrand @dandysnob @marimayscarlett @rammfamofficial-blog @rammstein4everandever if anyone wants to draw this.. you have my permission and gratitude!

The Rammstein bois while watching a movie: 📺

Richard: *brags that he is better looking than any of the male characters and also “how is his hair?? *Goes to the bathroom to check his hair every two minutes* “no but seriously guys, how does his hair look like??”*

Till: *stuffs himself with popcorn. Occasionally burps. Laughs with his mouth full, whenever someone in the movie dies in a “funny way”/when someone gets badly hurt*

Oliver: *sits quietly and enjoys the movie. Smiles a little when something is funny*

Paul: *climbs over/under and anywhere in the sofa. Occasionally bumps into the others. Doesn’t care about the movie unless if there are good looking women, then sits quietly for 1 minute. Then starts climbing again. Also; “How long is this movie?? Really? Why can’t they go out clubbing instead?” Also; “he needs to pee but he can’t go because Richard is always in the f bathroom!!”*

Schneider: *fights with Till over the popcorn. Throws popcorn at Richard and shush at him and tells Richard to “shut the f up because this is his favourite scene and he can’t hear anything over the whining”! Says this at the beginning of every new scene*

Flake: *is in his room. Or outside. Because he doesn’t like watching movies*

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Till, Veltins-Arena, Gelsenkirchen, 31-07-2024 @ guidokerres