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I agree with Flake that this should have been on Rosenrot instead....makes me cry everytime!
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@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!)
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#this is a masterpiece how can you not release this??#I am so glad someone posted it with better quality!#I just imagine Till sitting alone on a rooftop watching the stars and thinking about the person that he misses#who is chopping onions??#till lindemann#rammstein#richard kruspe#paul landers#oliver riedel#flake lorenz#christoph schneider#Youtube
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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!
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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.
#christoph schneider#christoph schneider x reader#rammstein imagines#domm schneider#rammstein x reader#rammstein#rzk#richard kruspe smut#rammstein smut#richard kruspe x female reader#richard kruspe#ramms+ein#oliver riedel#paul landers#paul landers smut#till lindemann x reader#christian lorenz#paul landers x female reader#flake lorenz#germany#smut#guitarist#du hast
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Till, Veltins-Arena, Gelsenkirchen, 31-07-2024 @ guidokerres
#he is so happy with his apron 🤣#i wonder where he got it#i can easily imagine him going to buy it in a store and thinking that it would suit him perfectly#till is love 🖤#till lindemann#rammstein#rammstein 2024#europe stadium tour 2024
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#imagine just vibing and staying in your lane#only to have till walk up and knock you the fuck out#😞😞😞#flake lorenz#till lindemann#rammstein#my gifs#ramm gifs#tillake#userdavecumstaine
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RAMMSTEIN
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Hello!
I have considered starting writing about Rammstein!
Does anyone have requests?
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#rammstein#christoph schneider#frau schneider#richard kruspe#rzk#flake lorenz#christian lorenz#paul landers#till lindemann#oliver riedel#Rammstein x reader#Rammstein imagines#Rammstein smut#Rammstein one shots
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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
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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 🖤
#rammstein#till lindemann#not commenting much on this because wow. anon has a wild imagination and i appreciate that#ask#vampires#lifad photoshoot
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#till lindemann#imagine this on top of you#ot6 content#rammstein#I know I would#edt#entre dos tierras
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f1 masterlist
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the rest coming soon... (motogp, football, the hp universe, rock bands, cinema characters, book characters, kpop...)
#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 one shot#f1 imagine#f1 instagram au#charles leclerc x reader#carlos sainz x reader#max verstappen x reader#pierre gasly x reader#mick schumacher x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#sebastian vettel x reader#ayrton senna x reader#hp universe#sherlock holmes x reader#kpop imagines#metallica#bon scott#till lindemann#bts x reader#the marauders#remus lupin x reader#marc marquez#neymar jr#michael corleone#sonny corleone#the beatles#dead poets society
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just saw the new lindemann merch, and I’m sorry but those prices are actually fucking gross
#imagine banking on your name brand to sell FUCKING BEANIES THAT ARE OVER 200€ LIKE??#and a hoodie that’s like half a thousand???#that’s capitalism for you folks#till lindemann#solidifying the fact that I am a rammstein fan and fuck all side projects frfr
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Metal Hammer clipping, 2005
Great excitement in the Rammstein camp: In mid-July, an article appeared on www.blabbermouth.net in which band manager Emanuel Fialik announced Till Lindemann's alleged departure and named former KMFDM fronter En Esch as his successor. But the message, which Blabbermouth editor Borivoj Krgin received via a free mail account, is fake.
Less than 48 hours after the publication of the explosive report, those involved denied it. Blabbermouth immediately deleted the post, and both En Esch and Rammstein manager Fialik emphasized that Lindemann is still the band's frontman.
On the official website www.rammstein.de there is a statement by Emanuel Fialik on the subject: "Neither Till Lindemann nor any other band member intends to leave Rammstein. The band is working on the next album and is in excellent spirits. […] Even poor En Esch was shocked at the prospect of having to follow in the footsteps of Till Lindemann. I hope he and the band's fans recover from this hoax soon.”
Although En Esch feels flattered by the quasi-job offer, he also backtracks: “Since many friends and acquaintances have approached me about the news, I have to clarify something. This all sounds interesting, but it is not true. I am currently working on new material for my band Stick Idiot.”
However, it is not yet known who the rumor came from. What is certain, however, is that the uproar did not harm either side — Rammstein will remain in the fans' minds even during their break, and there is also information that the band is working on new songs. And in this way En Esch gets more promotion for his projects than he could normally expect.
#Rammstein#Till Lindemann#En Esch#2005#translation#*scans#imagine if it really happened#would have been the end of Rammstein#*
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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.
#christoph schneider#christoph schneider x reader#rammstein#rammstein imagines#rammstein x reader#richard kruspe#rzk#richard kruspe smut#richard kruspe x female reader#rammstein smut#doom#till lindemann x reader#till lindemann#flake lorenz#christian lorenz#paul landers#Paul landers x female reader#oliver riedel#ramms+ein#smut#heavy metal#German#fangirl
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Rammstein, Park de Nieuwe Koers, Ostend, 27-06-2024 © Tim Vermoens for ShootnRock
#them ❤️#i love them you can't imagine 🙏🏻#till is love 🖤#till lindemann#flake lorenz#paul landers#christoph schneider#oliver riedel#richard kruspe#rammstein#rammstein 2024#europe stadium tour 2024
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What sort of sandman creates and summons your dreams?
Der Sandmänn kommt.
#dreams#shadows#the sandman#neil gaiman#netflix#william joyce#dreamworks#rammstein#till lindemann#dream dust#gerhard behrendt#sandmännchen#nightmares#imagination#book/film/musicians#depictions of the sandman#not my pictures
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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*
#every now and then I bring this back as I am so proud of this#and every now and then I imagine it happen in real life..with the bois watching a movie together!#the viking writes#rammstein#rammstein fic plot idea#rammstein scenario#till lindemann#paul landers#richard kruspe#oliver riedel#christoph schneider#schneider#flake lorenz
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The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)
Author’s Note:
This story was a request by an anon, and I hope I made justice to their imagination.
Warnings: Lots and lots of smut as always, masturbation, oral (both receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie, aftercare, Noah’s chain living rent free in my mind.
Once again: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.
Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning
WC: 2.8K
Final reminders: requests are open with Noah, but they may have an expiration date because I tend to have writer’s block with people I see in real life (that happened back in my teenage years with Anthony Kiedis and last year with Till Lindemann), so since I’m seeing Bad Omens this October, my stories with Noah might come to an end after this date, so if you have anything in mind, feel free to contact me, I’m all ears!!!
Please, if you enjoy it, don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!!
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You missed him.
You texted each other daily, but you missed waking up to his beautiful voice singing random songs around the house, ordering take out food for anime marathon nights, fighting over ps5 games and even the bickering you had with each other on occasion.
But that’s the cost of being a world wide famous rockstar roommate.
You and Noah were friends for a few years now and even though the idea of being roommates was a temporary thing at the beginning, the dynamics between the two of you worked out so great you just settled with it, even though you already were financially stable enough to have your own place.
But honestly, that was just an excuse you kept repeating to yourself in order to deny the sparkles in your chest every time you saw him, every time you were with him or even thought about him.
You were friends and you never let those sparkles ignite inside you because you didn’t want to ruin it all and lose him.
However, being away from him for months now was driving you insane, and the fact he still had a couple of months on the road until he came back got you climbing up the walls in agony.
It took you his long absence to acknowledge that those sparks were actually a wildfire being kept under control by his presence.
And today you missed and wanted him so much you found yourself in his bedroom, rummaging through his clothes. You soon found one of his favorite hoodies to wear while home and put it on immediately, reveling in the smell of his cologne that lingered.
You studied his bed covered by a dark comforter and you couldn’t help but to wonder what is it like to have him there, unholy thoughts taking over your mind in record speed as you got all hot and bothered only by contemplating his bed and all the ways you’d crave for him to have you there.
You sprawled on his bed and a wicked idea came into your head as heat pooled between your legs.
Your hand found its way down your center while Noah’s image painted itself in your head. The first touch, despite being delicate, followed by a wave of pleasure spreading goosebumps all over your skin.
You closed your eyes and from there on, in your mind he was there with you. Those were his fingers instead of yours.
You imagined the way his thin nose would run up your neck before he kissed and nipped on it, the sinful ways his slender tattooed fingers would explore the curves on their way up your body until he wrapped them around your neck, choking you as he bottomed you out looking in your eyes.
Those thoughts alone were enough to make your fingers work harder on your nerve bud as your other hand squeezed one of your boobs from underneath his hoodie, his name leaving your lips in lascive whimpers as you got dangerously close to your orgasm in record speed, your hips shamelessly moving in sync with your hands for an extra shot of pleasure.
You were so concentrated and so close to your climax you didn’t hear the front door opening downstairs, nor the steps coming up the stairs and then halting by the bedroom door at the sight of you.
Noah, who’d came home earlier during a few days break to surprise you, was hypnotized not only by watching you fuck yourself off, but also by the way his name slipped out of your lips in filthy moans, and his pants seemed to get incredibly tight in matter of seconds.
He couldn’t help but to palm himself over his dark jeans, while he leant his other arm on the door jamb to get more comfortable to watch that show in front of him, his eyes switching from your lips chanting his name, to your hand on your breasts underneath his hoodie and to the hand inside your shorts, dying take them off and bury himself deep in you, to get coated in your slick, to feel you clenching around him.
He wanted to join you. He wanted you.
So when he realized you were a few strokes away from your orgasm, he cleared his throat to make his presence known, making you jump as you covered yourself, mortified that you’d been caught by him, your whole face burning in shame as you dropped your gaze, unable to take the smallest look at his reaction.
“I’m so sorry” Your apology came out as a whisper.
“I’m not” He licked his lips causing you to throb.
Noah closed the door behind himself and stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed as he raked his eyes over your figure. He’d never looked at you like that, at least you’d never noticed, but at that very moment you were sure he also wanted you to be more than just his friend.
Still you decided to play dumb, you never thought you’d reach that point with him and now that he’d already caught you hands on, you wanted to see what he would do next.
“I’m so sorry, Noah, I shouldn’t have come to your room like that I…” He cut you off.
“You’re really sorry?”
“Yes”
“Then show me”
His words went straight to your core and your heart was beating so fast you thought you’d collapse in front of him.
“How?”
“Come here”
He motioned with his hand as you crawled on the bed towards him, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on your knees before him.
He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your lips, tugging on your lower lip, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you lick the pad of his thumb, twirling your tongue around it as he pushed his finger inside your mouth.
“I always knew you’d look good in my bed”
His confession made your blood run faster through your veins as he brought your head closer to his body, making you bend forwards as his fingers slid to the back of your head, entangling in your hair, your mouth now only inches away from the very evident bulge inside his pants.
Your hands went straight to his waistband, hooking your fingers on it as your eyes asked silently for his permission, which came with a reassuring nod in less than a second.
You pulled his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his very hard manhood right in front of your face, and knowing that he felt the same way towards you got you eager to show him how much you wanted him, how much you fantasized about him, how much you craved for him.
You flattened your tongue on the base of his underside, running it slowly all the way to his tip, twirling your tongue around it just like you’d done with his finger, making him let out a gasp as you kept on teasing his tip.
One of your hands moved up his thigh towards his shaft, holding onto its base as your lips wrapped around his tip and you started to bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks every time on their way back as your hand stroked the parts your mouth couldn’t fit in just yet.
But you’d make him fit.
Noah gritted his teeth when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again as you fought your gag reflex, so hot by his reactions and by him getting close to his climax, twitching against your tongue, you just didn’t care.
When you were about to pull out a bit for some air, Noah kept you in place and thrust his hip forwards, going so deep your nose touched his pubic zone as he fucked your face. Despite being overwhelmed by the rhythm and the depth he was reaching, you couldn’t help but to squeeze your thighs together desperate for some friction as you almost came by how erotic having him fucking your face was.
“I’m… Fuck…” Noah tried to pull out as he was clearly at his limit, but this time you were the one to keep him in.
“In my mouth please” You whimpered against his cock.
Your plea along with your hollowed cheeks was enough for him to buck his hips and spill in your tongue and down your throat in hot spurts, the moan coming from his lips in such a sinful tone got you aching between your legs.
You swallowed every drop of his spent and then wiped away the saliva on the corner of your lips as he watched you mesmerized with glazed eyes.
“Take off your clothes” He commanded, still a bit breathless, while he finished stripping off of his own, the sight of his tattoo covered body in front of you made your mouth go dry as he kneeled on the bed before you, leading you to lay down as he appreciated the view.
Noah spread your legs open and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening slick running down your folds and wetting his bed.
“You always get this wet thinking about me when I’m gone baby?”
Your cheeks burned and all you could do was nod as he now hovered over you, lips so close to yours you could already feel them. Even after having him deep in your throat and swallowing his load you felt shy, and he knew that, he knew you so well you couldn’t hide any emotions from him.
“Would it help if I told you I’ve been dreaming about you like this for a very good while?”
He peppered kisses from your jaw to your neck, sending shivers through your skin as you closed your eyes and revelled in the feel of his soft lips against such a sensitive area.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve got hard just with the thought of you” He nipped on your chin and your eyes met again “Why do you think I came home earlier? I just couldn’t stay another second away from my girl”
His lips claimed yours in a breathtaking kiss, his tongue danced against yours erotically, eagerly, as if he was trying to make up for the time lost, as if he wanted to show you through that kiss how much he wanted and desired you.
“Fuck, Noah…” Your mind was foggy, you couldn’t process if his revelations were real or if you were having another wet dream with him.
“I will, but not yet”
He nibbled on your lower lip and traveled down your body, his tongue teasing and his teeth grazing and swirling over your nipples languidly on his way down before he settled himself between your legs, eyes trained on your dripping pussy.
“I need to finish what you started first”
Noah wasted no time on burying his face in you, his tongue expertly eating you out and collecting all of your arousal before he focused on your swollen clit, swirling hard circles on it, making you claw the sheets and moan out his name as he’d found your most sensitive spot in matter of seconds.
Never letting up on the work with his tongue and lips, he slid a finger inside you, immediately going for that magic spongy spot and how quick he found it made you gasp with the added wave of pleasure, the knot on your lower stomach ready to snap at any moment at that pace.
Once he realized he got you where he wanted, Noah added a second finger inside you and placed his free hand between your hip bones and below your navel, pressing down on it as he intensified both the work with his tongue and fingers, making you arch your back upwards and cry out in pleasure with a new found kind of pleasure bubbling up inside.
It all felt too much, too strong, too intense, the way his mouth and his fingers worked on you, along with the pressure on your lower belly made you snap in a way you never did before, your body trembling hard as electric shocks ran through your veins as you, completely overwhelmed by pleasure, felt yourself, for the first time in your life, squirt from such an intense experience.
The sight of him between your legs, all disheveled, face wet with your fluids and blissed out expression on his face almost made you cum again.
“How did you just do that?” You asked flabbergasted and he hovered over you again and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.
“You’d never had it before?” He asked amused and proud of himself.
“No”
“Better get used to it then”
You shivered at his promise and kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands entangling your fingers in his dark locks as the other ran down his back, feeling his muscles flexing as he settled himself between your legs, feeling him hard again as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal, earning small cries out of you due to how sensitive you still were.
His hands traveled over your body, from your legs around his hips, through your breasts to the back of your head as he devoured you in a breathtaking kiss.
The way he ground against you, skipping your opening every time on purpose just to tease you, got you clawing on his back in impatience as you moved your hips trying to meet him.
“Noah please” You breathed out, desperate to feel him inside you.
“On one condition” He lined his tip against your entrance “Eyes on me. Understand?”
“Yes, please pl…” Your pleading was interrupted by a loud gasp from your lungs as he finally pushed in, a low grunt coming from his lips as he sank himself inside you, your thigh walls making him grit his teeth as bottomed you out slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.
“Fuck”
He mumbled as he started to thrust his hips, hard and steady, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and pushing himself all the way in every time making you roll your eyes back with each slam.
“Eyes. On. Me” He commanded as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him as he intensified his movements and sped up his pace, turning you into a moaning mess under him as he claimed you with every thrust.
To watch him there, on top of you, the chain around his neck dangling over your face as he fucked you raw, plus the feeling of his cock rubbing all the right places inside you got you climbing to the top of the mountain of ecstasy for your next free fall.
Even your best dreams didn’t come close to how amazing he felt in reality, and that realization got you seeing stars as each pound.
Feeling the way your walls clenched around him, Noah stood up straight sitting on his knees and pulled you closer, putting your calves on his chest and shoulders as he held you against him with your thighs on his abs as he kept slamming himself in you, the new position and the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure as he now set a frantic pace.
You tried helplessly to hold onto the headboard but it was no use when shockwaves spread over your veins again and your body started to quiver against him as the tight knot on your stomach snapped violently, sending you over the edge as you moaned out his name in pure bliss, the feel of your climax against himself making him cum with you, the way he twitched inside you emptying himself out in long hot spurts taking your high to another level at how erotic and sensual it all felt.
Seeing Noah before you, cheeks red, hair strands damp in sweat as he pulled out of you and watched his cum running out of you with a grin on his face almost had you ready for another round as you, exhausted, admired him with raw passion in your eyes after everything you’d just done.
He bent down to kiss you tenderly before he got out of the bed to his bathroom, coming back for you moments later with a towel in his hands, cleaning you as he peppered small kisses randomly over you, cherishing every bit of you while he finally got you clean.
He snuggled up in the bed by your side and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead as he held you tightly against his chest.
“You have know idea how long I’ve been dreaming about you like this here with me” He confessed lovingly, running his fingers up and down your arms.
“Bet you weren’t expecting such a welcome party when you decided to come home earlier” You joked, loving the way his laughter rumbled from his chest against your head.
“If I knew it I’d come home sooner” He breathed out in tiredness “I have something I need to ask you”
“What?” You questioned back, looking up to meet his eyes.
“Come with me for the rest of the tour?”
#fanfic#fanfiction#smut#romance#self insert#bad omens#noah sebastian#noah sebastian x you#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian fanfic#noah sebastian fic#friends to lovers
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Ciao (◕U◕)ノ You are walking around in your city, minding your own business, when suddenly Till appears. He materializes out of nowhere! After the initial surprise, what would you like to say to him? (•̀ω•́ )
Ciao, completely unknown Anon! 👀 Come stai?
Oh my...It took me a while to focus, as I was thinking about an answer (this was VERY hard), while creating a few scenarios in my head.
So let's see...First, yes, you bet I'd be surprised, because how the hell would he find this place?! 🙈 It's not in the middle of nowhere, but still, it's a small city. Anyway, this is my daydream take on how I imagine it going. I got a bit carried away, as usual.
I would be taking one of my walks along the sidewalk, by the sea, up until my favourite place, at my favourite beach that, at this time of year, is mostly deserted. I sit on the sand, distracted with my thoughts, contemplating the ocean, as I always do, while listening to my favourite music. I have Rammstein, Lindemann and Till's solo songs on shuffle. It's almost lunch time, so I start getting ready to get back home, as it's another hour walk back and I enjoy taking all in.
(photos by me)
I stand up, shaking off the sand from my pants and quickly turn around, when I completely face-bump into this huge, dressed all black body that came, literally out of nowhere, as there wasn't anyone at the beach, besides me. [it would be something like this, but not on purpose and without the squeezing]
I get jump scared, my headphones fall, hanging from my neck (yes, I still use wired heaphones) and when I realised it was a person and not a fucking imaginary wall, I automatically say, apologetically, "Ai, desculpe!" ("Oh, I'm sorry") and hear something being mumbled back, in what I believe sounded like German. Somehow, the "not a wall" person (at this point I still didn't look up), heard the music coming from my headphones and comments, little smile on his voice, "buena música" (the song was "Entre dos Tierras" 🤷🏻♀️). I promptly answer, while starting to look up to the actual person, slight irritation in my voice, because the person spoke in Spanish, "I think so, but I'm not Spani--", "Oh shit!", I say when I finally look up at the person's face and realise who it is.
He gives one of his shy little grins and says "I don't think that's Portuguese either", while frowning under his sunglasses, because the sun was shining directly on his lovely pale, slightly red, face.
The only thing I could manage to get out of my mouth was "What the hell are you doing here? How do you know this place?". He started to tell me about how he was chilling by the lake in his place and suddenly, he felt something pulling him and ended up here, like some kind of teleportation.
We both thought that was silly at first, but couldn't really find a better explanation...I jokingly apologised to him, saying I might have caused it, as, during all my walk, I was thinking about him and the next Tour, while listening to his voice, which always gives me a sense of comfort and makes me feel happy. He gave me a tight hug, which felt like I always imagined it would (warm and familiar) and I told him how the other day I read somewhere that "Thoughts become things", so that might be it. We both laughed, slightly nervously, pondering about what kind of Twilight Zone episode was this, but decided to embrace the madness for the time being.
He asked me my name and said it was funny the way I pronounced it, as it sounds different in German. We sat back in the sand, close to the sea and I told him I was reading "In Stillen Nächten" and that I was really enjoying it, even if at first I had my doubts about it. I shared which kind of poems were my favourites and that some I didn't really understood and others I just thought were weird. He laughed, in one of his adorable laughs. (You know, those...)
[me inside...]
[me on the outside, trying my best...]
...and remembered how the book is called in Portuguese ("Nas Noites Tranquilas"), which made me laugh and make fun of his accent, because I'm a little shit. 😏
We talked a bit more about his poetry, music, Portuguese food and Port wine, of course and he also asked me about myself, while we just sat there until the tide started rising and I completely forgot I was on my way home to have lunch.
#thank you for your ask “Anon” 🖤#warning: this is long and it took a really silly turn 🙈#(a girl can dream right? 😅)#morgana a viajar na maionese#till lindemann#rammblings#asks#rammstein#rammstein shenanigans#🖤
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