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to any Rammstein fans:

would y’all be interested in a spicy (and smutty) one shot that i wrote? 🔥

Update: it’s almost finished!

"I Almost..." (A Richard Krupse x Female Reader Poem)

As I'm putting the finishing touches on my spicy Rammstein oneshot, here's an intimate poem I crafted during Poetry class today! Includes a song I feel captures the essence of the moment. ❤️)

(⚠️ Content warning: talks of addiction)

As she trudged and huffed

exhausted and done with the day

through the dimly lit hallway

of the modest apartment building 

She pulls a solitary key

From her warm and cozy coat pocket

And pushes open the front door

“Richard? You home?”

She calls out for her lover, her partner

Setting down her mahogany leather work bag

Dropping it to the floor

Kicking off her boots 

Sighing heavily, oh how the day

Has taken its cruel toll on her

At first, she was met with silence 

An eerie stillness, as if all life on earth

Had ceased to exist, and the sound was now

Nothing but a distant memory, an illusion

Sniff, Sniff 

pause, a beat of silence

Sniff

“Riesch?” She called out, fearful

as she inched close to their shared bedroom door

Which had been left open a crack

Nudging it wider open with her shoulder

Her heart sank at the crestfallen sight

There was Richard, hugging his knees

Sat in front of their unmade bed

In the darkness of the bedroom

“Katze..?” He weakly replied, his face barely visible

But his tears shining from the hall light pouring in

Dropping to her knees, she crawled to him

Both hands placed on his cheeks, lips parted

Concern etched on her features

“A-Are you okay? What happened?” She cooed sweetly

Her heart broke as she sighed

Wiping the tears from his face and kissing the top

Of his tousled black locks, humming softly

“I …  almost, I opened the pack, and...” His words came out broken through quick sobs

Gesturing with his head toward an open Marlborough box

Open on the carpeted floor, discarded 

“It hurts, I-I can’t do it..” He cried shakily

Prompting her to pull him into her arms 

In a warm, loving embrace while rubbing his back

Shushing him sweetly while he held her tightly

Holding on for dear life

as if she would disappear

The second he dared to let go

“Shh, it’s okay, Riesch, I know. But you didn’t, I’m so proud of you.”

She whispered into his ear

Soothing him in the way only she could, just as he did for her

When she was left feeling broken and beaten down by her own life

“You didn’t do it though, You’re so strong, okay? I love you so much.”

Pulling away, her words registered

in Richard’s brain and his eyes began desperately searching hers

“Why do you love me? What have I ever done .. to deserve you..?”

He asked, with quivering lips and sorrowful cerulean eyes

Pressing her forehead to his, she inhaled deeply and kissed him passionately

Lips connecting while she ran her hands 

From his soaked cheeks to his bare arms

“Why?” She echoed back in disbelief

“Because you’re you, Richard. Ich Liebe dich.”

"Lust auf Dich" (Lust for You) Oneshot

Here it is!! My spicy and smutty oneshot that has taken me FOREVER to finish! Starring a female reader and our favorite handsome German masochist, Till Lindemann himself. Enjoy!

(⚠️ Content warning: swearing, smut, sexual themes, brief relationship tension ⚠️)

“No.” Till’s deep, baritone voice sent a chill down your spine, as only his East German accent could, his cerulean eyes darkening and brows furrowing as he sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed. He and his long-term partner, you, of about a year had been staying in a modest hotel in Berlin, on a short vacation after both of you had been quite stressed with work lately.

“Till, come on, don’t do this,” You replied while rolling your eyes, slowly shaking your head as you stood across the room from him, leaning against the wall with tightly folded arms. Your hair bounced slightly with the movement of your head, and your right foot had inadvertently begun tapping incessantly against the floor with your growing anxiety.

“Nein, das tust du nicht. (No, you don’t do this.)“ He snapped back with a slight curl of his upper lip, a small chuckle of disbelief escaping his lips while he ran his hands over the dyed blonde locks on his head.

“Oh, verdammt noch mal – (Oh, for f*ck’s sake) I told you it would be just a month! Do you not trust me to be by myself?” 

You retorted, a simmering anger coursing through your veins as you narrowed your eyes and glared over at your lover. At that point, Till rose from the bed and stalked over to where you remained leaning against the wall beside the door, stopping just in front of you. You did not budge an inch, merely dropping your arms to your sides as you sized him up. Till smirked with a sense of disdain, pressing one hand against the wall beside your head, the other lovingly cupping your cheek with his larger, calloused hand. 

“What if I could arrange for you to get some extra sick days off work? That way, you wouldn’t have to go anywhere, and you could stay here.” He whispered, in a tone that dripped with the kind of lust and honey only reserved for you to hear. 

You immediately widened your eyes, cocking your head slowly to the side, debating the option being presented to you. On the one hand, you would have preferred to physically be at your workplace, despite it being a stifling and stuffy office job, where you practically sat at your desk for 8 hours a day. Also, it would be nice to visit your family for the first time in almost two months, since your parents were getting older and you worried about them being on their own, despite their reassurances they were fine and didn’t want you to stress over them. 

However, you simply could not resist entertaining the idea of getting to stay in Germany with the man you loved so dearly, not needing to worry about eating the same bagged lunch every afternoon and being subjected to the inevitable boredom that came with in-person business meetings and the seemingly never-ending influx of customer calls. After a beat or two of tense but comfortable silence between the two of you, you smirked back up at him and raised your chin, almost like you were trying to appear taller than him.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, gutaussehend (handsome)...” You whispered, licking your delicate lips mere seconds before Till lifted you in his arms, allowing you to hastily wrap your legs around his waist. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand, and hooking the opposite arm around his neck, you smashed your lips against his and he quickly returned the favor. Till held you up against the wall, one hand supporting your butt and the other clawing down your clothed back, showcasing his insatiable need to have you right then and there. The room, being dimly lit by several warm wall-mounted light fixtures held up by intricate brass fixtures, was quickly being filled with the sound of desperate, breathy moans, and the sloppy wet kisses between both lovers.

“Till … bed –” You breathed out softly, your brows worrying with desperation in reaction to the rocker harshly bucking his clothed hips and bulge against your clothed mound. He only gave a quick nod of acknowledgment to your words, turning you both around and carrying you swiftly over to the crisp white sheets. Laying you down, your head gently hit the pillows as he kicked off his boots and hurriedly pulled off your sneakers, keeping his much taller frame hovered over yours.

Till pulled his lips away from yours, leaving you to whimper softly at the temporary loss of contact. Throwing off his military-style show jacket , with his shirt quickly following, both items hit the carpeted floor below. You followed suit, tearing off your own shirt, and hurrying to unclasp your bra before tossing those down, adding to the small pile of clothes on the floor. 

“Du bist sündig, weißt du das...?" (You are sinful, you know that…?“)

He groaned huskily, laughing and quickly diving down to encircle you in his loving grasp once more, continuing the bruising yet blissful kiss. Before long, Till grabbed hold of the waistline of your sweatpants, shimmying them and your already damp panties, down your legs and throwing them off of you without a second thought. You let out a small yelp at the feeling of your body now being completely bare for him to see and do whatever he so desired. Bending your legs at the knees, Till licked his lips hungrily before grabbing hold of both your kneecaps and spreading your legs apart.

“Mhm.. please..” You whined under your breath, loud enough for him to hear though as he got to work unbuckling his belt and discarding it, with his pants and underwear being the last to go before both of you were naked and on full display for one another. Climbing fully back on top of you, Till began desperately kissing your lips once more, holding your face while simultaneously reaching down to your core. Holding his finger to his lips, he spits on his index finger before pushing it as deep inside you as he could go, curling it upwards and flicking against the spongy flesh that drove you wild. You immediately threw your head back, biting down on your bottom lip and squeezing your eyes shut, gripping the pillow while your other hand flew down to grip the sheets. “Oh m – h-harder!” 

Till chuckled and grunted hoarsely, his voice sounding more animalistic and primal than anything else. Your commands did nothing to quell the aching and throbbing pain that had a chokehold on his cock, which he did his best to ignore as he inserted yet another large finger inside of you, roughly punishing your pussy, even faster and harder now. All your ears could hear at that point, besides your already hitched and heavy breathing, was the squelching of your juices as he smacked one of your breasts across the nipple, causing a harsh sting that made you cry with pleasure. 

“FUCK! T-Till..” You cried, feeling the familiar tightening of the coil in your abdomen that always began to wound up just before an orgasm. Speaking of, just before you could allow yourself to let go all over his fingers, he wagged his finger in your direction and pulled them out, to which you responded by groaning with irritation and opening your eyes to glare at him. He merely just kept that devilishly handsome grin plastered on his face, and at that point you propped yourself up on your elbows, opening your mouth to speak. Watching him spit on his cock, he began stroking it rapidly, and you felt your mouth watering at the sight of just how big he was, despite having had sex with him on numerous occasions before.

“Shh, shh, Meine Liebe.. You do not need to do anything for me, today, you only need to lean back and relax, kannst du das für mich tun (can you do that for me)...?” He cooed in one of the sweetest voices you had ever heard from him, nodding your head carefully while dreamily smiling up at him. Lying all the way back down, you got yourself as comfortable as you could while Till crawled all the way on top of you, still holding himself in his hand and not breaking eye contact with you once. You gasped sharply and felt your pussy squeeze around nothing, at the sensation of him slapping your sensitive clit with the tip of his cock, grunting at just how painfully hard he was now.

“Breathe.. For me..” Till whispered into your ear, taking note of your deep and shaky inhale, while nibbling affectionately on your ear lobe as you ran your hands up his back, anticipating the inevitable intrusion of his monstrous dick inside you. Finally, he began pushing himself all the way inside, slowly and carefully to allow you a moment to adjust to his size, which these days was a pleasureful and delicious feeling of being filled. Of course, the first time the two of you had decided to consummate your passion-fueled relationship, the stretch and burn of his dick penetrating you was so intense, to the point where you nearly passed out from euphoria, before he had even gotten all of his length into you.

Nowadays, you were usually the first to initiate the intrusion, whether it be riding him cowgirl-style and sinking down slowly onto his length, or getting down on all fours taking charge, reaching behind you to practically force him into you, which always turned him on more than he’d care to admit.

At first, his thrusts were slow and seemed to drag on, always nervous about harming you or taking his lust a step too far. After all, the heated argument you’d had moments before had irritated and angered both of you, despite having found a peaceful resolution to the conflict. However, you were not shy to let him know you needed all of him right now, wrapping both legs instinctively around his waist and bringing him even deeper inside of you. “Harder, p-please..!” You cried out, throwing your head back against the soft pillows, just as Till let out a low and guttural growl, feeling his dick get even more sensitive at the feeling of the inside of your ribbed pussy clenching hopelessly to him. His thrusts quickly picked up in speed and force, the head of his cock was now pounding against your cervix, as both of you became more frantic and desperate to be completely entangled in one another and reach the pinnacle of this intimate moment. By now, it seemed impossible to tell where one of your bodies began and where the other ended, your bodies meshing messily together.

“Till, I - I’m close! Fuck!” You yelped, with tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes as you dug your nails firmly into his back and kept a grip on his skin so tight, you were sure you’d leave a mark or two.

"Scheisse.. Noch nicht (Shit, not yet). I want you to cum on my cock, while I fuck my cum up into you, ja..?” He hissed through gritted teeth, using both of his hands to grip bruisingly hard onto your hips, taking full control and staring lovingly down into your eyes, your gaze meeting his as your mouth hung wide open. Pressing his forehead against yours, neither one of you could deny how damn good it felt to have each other like this. Raw, animalistic fucking that felt like the first time, each time.

With the tightening band in your lower belly threatening to snap at any moment, you threw your hand into his hair, grabbing a fistful and holding on for dear life. Till was close too, you could tell by the way he nuzzled his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on the skin there like a desperate man dying of thirst.

Staring up into his lust-filled eyes, your mouth, tiny beads of sweat sprinting down your back and forehead, you could tell he was fighting the inevitable urge to cum right then and there, clearly trying to hold out for as long as he could. His brows were furrowed with determination, inching closer and closer to reaching the ultimate goal of both of you achieving the climax of your intimacy at the same time. As your toes curled together, you felt Till swipe some of your dampened hair from your forehead, wet from the sweat that had collected there before he planted a loving and carefully placed peck on your cheek. 

“Babe, please – I’m s-so close..I-I’m gonna c-cum!” You whined with delight as if you were drowning in a deep ocean of ultimate delirium and euphoria that you did not want to come up for air from. 

“Verdammte Scheiße (fucking shit)..! Me too, ah ah.. so eng, so gut (so tight, so good)..” He breathed out laboriously, reaching the pinnacle of just how hard and fast he could thrust his aching length inside of you, his languid movements now becoming slightly haphazard. By that point, you began yelling out at the sensation of your imminent orgasm, followed by a desperate moan that was swallowed up by Till placing his lips onto yours and kissing you with a heightened fervor, both of your tongues dancing in a desirous oral tango. Your heart was hammering like a drill against the forefront of your chest, and you could have sworn you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. At last, you felt that ever-winding cord in your belly finally give way, snapping like a weak twig as you felt your pussy clench and your juices gushing forth and all over Till’s cock.

This set off his own orgasm, before which he let out one final animalistic roar of relief as he gave three more harsh, pounding thrusts into you, before his hot seed sprayed forth from his reddened tip, kicking deep within your walls and painting them white. Just then, he exhaled loudly and collapsed on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving slow, sensual kisses on the skin there. 

Placing one of your hands on the back of Till’s neck, while the other began tracing invisible shapes on his chest, you both took the precious few moments of post-orgasmic bliss to catch your breath and allow your hearts to slow down to their normal rhythms. Slowly, you unwrapped your legs from his body and allowed them to rest on the bed, while Till let out a hearty chuckle and kissed your nose before rolling off of you, both of you hissing at the feeling of his cock sliding out of your soaked and sensitive walls. Sitting up slightly, he ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair and clicked his tongue, while you promptly sat up as well and crawled up beside him, draping one leg over both of his and resting your head on his chest. Listening to his heart was usually something you did when you needed to relax or calm down, and Till would always indulge you by stroking your hair and kissing your head, even singing softly in German if you asked him to.

“How are you doing, Mein Liebling (my darling)..?” He cooed into your hair, his voice dripping with that sickly sweet affection that made your heart flutter like an over energized butterfly, and sent a familiar pang of want down to your core.

“Good, good, you always know just how to help me relax..” You replied, playfully smirking up at him.

“If you’d like, we could find some other ways to relax.” He challenged huskily, licking his lips and dipping his lips back down to meet with yours, kissing you softly and leaving you wanting to go for round two right then and there.

“Shh, now now, mister, let’s rest for a little bit before we think about doing that again, ja (yes)…?” You teased, pulling your lips from his, with a sultry expression painted over your face. Till nodded slowly and laughed quietly, as he usually was the one who had to tame you and remind you that he was not as young as he used to be. With both of you lying there, a mess of limbs, evaporating sweat, and relaxed breathing, you closed your eyes and within a few minutes you had fallen peacefully asleep.

Just before you drifted into unconsciousness, however, you could have sworn you heard him whisper, singing sweetly into your ear ”Ich habe Lust auf dich, nur auf dich (I lust for you, only you)…“

<3 <3

Okay this is time to tell the truth about my otp…

Yaaaaaay congrats!

Soooo after almost a year (…), the follow-up to Lied von der unruhevollen Jugend and Am Horizont is finally here. It took me ages (obviously) and a lot of hair-tearing, but, uh, here you go.

And it’s so good!

Wait, there's a fanfic based off the Lifad album art??? What is is called?

It is Unter dem Haus by @themarten

😜 🤡✏️ fanfic ask!

😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)

Just one scene - At a party where neither are drinking, CharA makes an effort to cook, but CharB takes over and CharA flirts with them and both have a nice time.

🤡 What’s the dumbest thing you’ve written?

I mean, Richard drawing on Flake's butt was pretty dumb :D

✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer?

We're going to be here all day if I have to pick just one, but a few lesser-known favorites are last of the gang to bleed out, My Girl., and Switch and Swap.

Have a few extra emoji asks!

❤️, 🖋️, ❓

(I'm not sure I used the right pen emoji but, uh, here you go.)

- Hochrot 💖

❤️ Who is your favorite character to write for and why?

Well this one is easy - eternally Flake.

🖊 What is the most recent line you’ve written?

The sky cleared, and for the first time I could see the stars. “Yes,” I answered. “Now I understand.”

(This might be the first time that I have ever written the end of a fanfic last).

❓Write an alternate summary for a published fic without using names. (Points if your followers can guess the fic.)

Character A has to forbid his best friend from tagging along when he's on a mission to get laid. (I know you'll get this, it's not like it's subtle <3)

FUUUUUUU I thought Gaze was as hot as it could possibly be, but I see now that I was wrong

Ok, so: fanfic ask game! 😂, 😜, 🗑, 💡, ❓ and 💕 *excited puppy mode*

Aaaah thanks for all these emojis! :D

😂 What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

Aaah I don't know, all the comments I get are amazing and fill me with joy and make me cackle like an idiot :D. In one of your comments on Gaze though at some point you said "*gremlin voice* I am pleased" and it really cracked me up - I think about it often and sometimes I say it IRL :D

😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)

I described one already so let me think of another... OK, I'm cheating, but have a censored version of an actual line of the fic: "Xxxxx is unhinged and gives good head so they meet again." (I think I'll finish this one, I mapped out most of it already, but it's quite decadent and I'm actually slightly embarrassed by the whole thing, so XD)

🗑 What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

I never really scrap anything for good, but some ideas end up in the purgatory usually because I'm too lazy to carry them through. One of these is a Rammstein 6-some O:)

💡 What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by? I'm inspired by anything and everything, books and movies and paintings and conversations and so on. Nothing really weird I think, but maybe unlikely. Sometimes it's very serious essays. Sometimes it's vintage lesbian smut. And sometimes it's just a very specific strap-on harness :D

❓Write an alternate summary for a published fic without using names. (Points if your followers can guess the fic.)

A story about tiredness, cosmic alignments, and what friendship can mean.

💕 What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

I answered this one already too, so this time I'll say the one from your previous question. I also have this old Tillchard project that is pretty trashy/decadent too, I should go back to it, it's fun and easy to write...

That is a very nice (sad) gif for a very nice (sad)(hot) fic <3

Here, I did it: a real Rammstein fic that isn't actually about Feeling B and that features Richard (and the Mutter crisis, and Unhappy PaulAndFlake).

Aaaaaaah I'm so excited!

Sand (only take me by the hand)?

(For the ask game)

hwbswd

Thanks for the ask @hwbswd! Lee Hazlewood-Blixa totally gave me the ~symbolical~ thread I needed for this one, which is... the pearl necklace fic!

Have a snippet:

“I had no idea you were into this,” he says pointing at the necklace Flake is still holding. Flake shrugs. “I like pearls.” “Jenny’s too cool for that.” “I know,” he mutters, wistful. “All my girlfriends were always too cool for that.” “All your girlfriends were always too cool for you,” grins Paul. Flake rolls his eyes. After a pause, he mumbles, “It’s… It’s just pretty. Real pearls and all. I always thought it looked nice. But anyway,” he hangs it back with the others. “Maybe we should go.” “Sure,” shrugs Paul. But as Flake is going through the door, on an impulse, he tells the woman, “I’ll take this one.” Before she wraps it, he fetches it and puts it on.

Very late to the party but.... since ask games probably do not have expiry date i would like to add 1986 and Sextet as i think noone asked about them.

Hello! Thank you for the ask, I'll come back to Sextet. Here's the scoop on 1986:

Instead of posting a teaser, here is the whole story (with a new title): Riffle

Thanks to @magistralucis for the inspiring work, Meander, and for welcoming my hare-brained idea and weird way of introducing myself <3