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Rasmus X Reader.

I know this is different and people probably haven't made anything like this for Rasmus, but Idk something just, ✨️YES PLEASE✨️

Anyways enough chit chat, here it is mistys~

Warnings🔞: 18+, smut, neck kissing, enemies to lovers, slight sex scenes,

NO MINORS!

It was a normal day, I got up, absolutely exhausted from all this fatigue from today's work day, especially dealing with my co-worker, Rasmus, or dipshit, as he is now named. I head out of the convenience store from an exilerating day at work, but as I'm walking out, Rasmus stops me suddenly, with a smug ass smirk on his face which makes my face crinkle. He says,

"Hey dummy, I have a proposition for you, take it or leave it. Remember, it's me."

"Whaaaattt..?"

"Wanna hookup in the backseat on my car?"

As my face goes in complete shock, I knew he was a fuckboy, but not this fucking smug.

"What is wrong with you...don't you hate me..?"

"Obviously not dumbass, I'm literally asking you to sleep with me. Anyways yes or no?"

"No!"

"Why not? I just wanna see you, it's not that bad I swear, it's not like we're siblings or some hippy dippy shit like that ya know?"

Hm...you had to think,hard, he was your colleague, the one whom you never saw in that way, until today, when he asked you that, it just turned you on, though you'll never admit that though. It wasn't like it was gonna be a "all the time" thing. And he was down for anything, was he this desperate? I guess he left Derrida..plus your cunt was aching for something to fill me up..

"Fine! Just cause I'm horny."

"Hell yeah baby! Lemme freshen up real quick."

The more you have to wait for him, the more it aches, the more your arousal winds up in your lower half,he soon comes back with the a small paper baggy that seemed to be condom, at least he uses protection. Surprisingly.

"Back, I got a towel just in case, now let's get this going.."

He grabs me by my waist and picks me up, kissing my neck as he grows isn his pants.

"Woah! Excited I see..~"

Suddenly taps on the car window are heard.

Damon: Nenaa...my heart...

My hands hurt! I just needed something to entertain myself with while I wait for my date! Wish me luck with him!

Probably will continue this story... love all!

#Rasmus x reader #myhandsareonfireeeee #Damon bC

Spirits in The Rain - Martin - Masterlist (Ongoing)

A short little hurt/comfort angsty series about my favourite character in The Rain, with a twist of soulmate AU and bite sized (under 1k) chapters :)

x gender neutral reader, soulmate au (soulmark tattoos!)

My Everything Masterlist.

Word count (As of Chapter 1): 768 Warnings: Injury, canon violence, angsty, reader has some past medical-related trauma. More specific warnings will be at the top of each chapter.

Summary: Reader hasn’t had much luck with groups, or people in general, since the Rain started. When they’re captured by an Apollon facility as a test subject and manage to escape, they stumble upon a group of survivors. The are drawn to one of the members; in particular, a standoffish ex-soldier named Martin.

Chapter 1 - 768 words

Chapter 2

Taking the rain Imagines

So I just bingewatched the entirty of The Rain on Netflix and it was so good and the characters were so well written that i bounced over here to read some fanfiction about my babies Martin, Patrick and Rasmus only to find none...

So while I go back and re-binge in the original language to truly appreciate the actor’s work, I’m taking imagines so we can show the characters much needed love.

1. “Do you want me to leave?” 2. “I swear it won’t happen again.” 3. “I’m not jealous.” 4. “You can’t keep doing this.” 5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” 6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” 7. “You did what?!” 8. “Were you ever going to tell me?” 9. “Don’t ask me that.” 10. “I might have had a few shots.” 11. “What’s with the box?” 12. “Say it!” 13. “I could kiss you right now!” 14. “Are you done with that?” 15. “Are you still awake…?” 16. “Excuse you?” 17. “This is all your fault!” 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 19. “I could kill you right now!” 20. “Just admit I’m right.” 21. “That doesn’t even make sense.” 22. “That’s irrational.” 23. “Just pretend to be my date.” 24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” 26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.” 27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” 28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” 29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!” 32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” 35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 36. “Did I say that out loud?” 37. “Do you think they could have loved me?” 38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 39. “How long have you been standing there?” 40. “Have I ever lied to you?” 41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” 42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” 43. “I am not losing you again!”

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Spirits in The Rain - Martin - Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

My Everything Masterlist

Word count: 768 Chapter warnings: injury, violence.

Soulmate AU, hurt/comfort, angst, x gender neutral reader

I fired off the last shot I had in my pistol, throwing it to the ground as the man in front of me hit the ground with a dull thud, lifeless. I gasped, staggering backwards before taking off running. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew that I had to get as far away as I could from this place.

I didn’t make it very far, having been weakened from lack of food and water, and especially sleep. My jailers hadn’t exactly taken care of me. I cursed myself for falling for their trap, their offer to help me. The bunker had food, and it was safe, but I couldn’t bring myself to stay there, not after what I had experienced there. Even if they were dead now. I just couldn’t.

I collapsed against a tree, my chest heaving painfully. My ankle throbbed, and my ribs were bruised. It hurt to take a deep breath. It wasn’t long before I struggled to my feet, feeling the need to keep moving. As long as I was in the vicinity of that place, I couldn’t feel at ease. I limped through the woods as far as I could, and I soon came across an abandoned cabin. It wasn’t nearly dark yet, but as badly as I wanted to keep moving, I decided to stop here for the night. The dark clouds hovered in the sky menacingly.

The cabin was sorely abandoned on the inside as well as the out, everything covered in a layer of dust. As I flopped onto the couch, a cloud of dust erupted from it, sending me into a coughing fit that made my ribs pulsate. I groaned, pulling some packaged foods out of my bag that I had managed to snag from them before making a run for it. I ate only part of it, knowing I'd have to ration my supplies.

As I settled down on the couch-after checking the entire place and blocking off any entryways with furniture-I heard the pattern patter of rain on the roof. Before, it would have been a calming, welcomed sound. Now, it only served to further agitate me. My eyes cracked open, suddenly aware that the place was broken down enough to have leaks in the roof. I watched, and sure enough, plump drops fell to the floor from the ceiling across the room from me. I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head and passing out in exhaustion.

The next day, and the day after, and the day after, I wandered through the woods with no destination in particular. I had no idea where I was. Already having been starved and mistreated in the facility, it didn't take long for my condition to worsen, and soon I was barely staggering through the brush, zombie-like. I was barely aware of my surroundings, barely aware of the gnawing pain in my gut, and barely aware of the progressive cold that plagued me until I was shivering constantly.

I broke down against a tree as a violent coughing fit overtook me, causing me to fall to my knees, hunched over defensively. As I straightened up, I heard voices, and feet crunching through the dry leaves. I stiffened, stumbling to my feet as quietly as I could. I gripped the knife at my hip.

Two men in hazmat suits appeared at the edge of my vision. I ripped myself away from the one that had grabbed my arm, shoving the other away from me and stabbing him in the arm before I took off running again, as fast as I could. I heard heavy footsteps chase after me; they were fast and unwavering, even after my own pace faltered not long into the chase as I weakened quickly. My feet began to drag as my pace slowed dramatically, and my foot caught on a root. I pitched forward, unable to stop my head from slamming into something solid. I blacked out instantly.

The men stood above me, peering at me through their hazmat shields. I shrank back, scrambling away from them until my back hit a tree. My head pounded and my vision was splotchy. I shook uncontrollably.

Their heads jerked up simultaneously when more people came running through the brush towards us. I attempted to struggle to my feet while they were distracted, but one of them immediately turned around and knocked me back with a sharp kick to the ribs. I choked out a cry, falling onto my side with a pathetic wheeze. The ground dug into my frail shoulder blades painfully.

"Let them up." A female voice called out.