#ernst schmidt smut

[mypoisonedvine]

32:"I wish they could all know about us." 48:"there's no way that was just a one-night thing." 54:"just one more kiss?" With Thomas Shelby, Raymond Leon or Ernst Schmidt

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oh my gosh I've been wanting an excuse to write for ernst for ages!

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), secret relationship, semi-public sex, a bit of marking kink?, cocky lil shit ernst with a fluffy side

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You could feel his eyes on you as you worked-- it was distracting, even though you were pretending to ignore it, and you had to put all your energy into looking like you were actually being productive so he wouldn't interrupt you.

Which, a few minutes of silence later, he did anyways. "So, are we going to talk about it, or--?"

"No," you said firmly.

"O-okay," he agreed, looking back at his own work.

That silence only lasted for about ten seconds.

"I want to talk about it," he announced.

"I don't care," you frowned, turning to face him, "we said we wouldn't talk about it. There's nothing to talk about."

"Nothing?" he repeated with a scoff. "That's what it meant to you, nothing?!"

"No, I didn't say that, of course it meant something, I just--" you began, but stopped yourself when you realized what you were doing, and he smiled proudly.

"See? See what I did there? I made you talk about it," he explained smugly, "and now we're talking about it. Was that so hard?"

You wondered if he meant to say that-- to say exactly what he'd said to you two nights ago. Of course, he'd said it pretty differently then: he'd told you he was going to make you come a third time, and you swore up and down you couldn't do it again-- but then after a few minutes you were clawing helplessly at the sheets under you, sobbing his name, shaking all over. Was that so hard? he'd asked you, mocking how quickly you'd fallen apart for him.

So, yes, your heart sort of skipped a beat when he said that, and your thighs pressed against each other-- he noticed, clearly, since he glanced down at your legs and back up at you with a smile, but thankfully he didn't call you out.

"We can talk about it," you offered, making him perk up, "later."

He sighed again. "And how am I supposed to be productive when all I can think about is this conversation in the indefinite future?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't know-- just figure it out, okay! We can't talk here, in case someone comes in..."

His eyebrow raised. "So that's what you're afraid of, then. Of anyone finding out."

"W-well, yeah, of course," you replied. "It would make everything so much more... complicated. And I'd never hear the end of it-- and think of how hard I work to be taken seriously around here. Can you imagine if some of those guys knew about it? They'd probably think I only became an engineer to sleep around-- or think they have a chance with me, too. I just can't handle that right now."

He nodded, stepping a bit closer to you. "You're right. I hate that you're right, but you're right."

"It's not that I'm... ashamed of it-- or of you," you offered, lowering your voice a bit. "You understand, right?"

He reached forward, a hand resting on your waist which made your heart skip again-- the way he'd held you that night, keeping you pressed up against him, touching you everywhere he could reach-- "Of course I understand," he said, breaking you out of the memory. "It's just a shame... I wish they could all know about us."

You looked up at him, smirking a bit. "Us?" you repeated. "Who said anything about us? We just hooked up one time, that's it."

His hand slid up from your waist to your back, pulling you into him. You knew you should push him away-- you had your hands on his chest, prepared to if you heard anyone coming by-- but you were too caught up in the warmth of him, the smell of his cologne, the way he was looking at you right then. "There's no way that was just a one-night thing," he said, almost a hint of anger in his voice-- of incredulousness, that you could even suggest that. "You were there, you know what it was like."

"What was it like?" you challenged.

"Perfect," he answered instantly, making your face heat up.

"Well, I don't know about that," you hummed, "there was that time where I accidentally kicked you. Or the part when you stopped for water and totally spilled it all over your bed."

"No, that was all perfect, too," he decided.

"You didn't mind sleeping on a wet patch?"

"Darling, you'd already made one."

You choked on your own throat, looking away to try to collect yourself. He smiled and used the opportunity to hook a finger into the neckline of your uniform, tugging it down a bit and humming proudly.

"My mark is still there," he noticed. "You're welcome, by the way-- for only leaving them where no one would see."

"No, there was one here," you corrected, placing your finger on a certain place on your neck, "I covered it with makeup."

"Oh! Impressive," he nodded, "I wouldn't have noticed-- right here, you said?"

His finger traced the place, and you nodded.

"Hmm, this spot right here?" he repeated, voice softer, moving closer.

Your eyes fell shut as he latched his lips onto it again, you mouth falling into a quiet sigh. "E-Ernst, I told you, we can't--"

You cut yourself off with a whine as he grabbed your hips, guiding you back to sit up on the console; your legs instinctively wrapped around him as his teeth grazed your pulse again, and he growled quietly.

"What if someone c-comes in, and sees us?" you panted, holding tight onto his shoulders.

"Let them," he purred. "They'd have to see it to believe it, anyways: how beautiful you look like this... how easily you give in to me..."

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back arching when his tongue traced a line up your neck.

"I still can't believe it," he continued, "everything you let me do to you, how perfect you feel inside. It's like you were made to take me."

"God damn it, Schmidt, don't talk like that," you hissed, using a commanding tone that he was much more familiar with from you.

"Are you getting bossy now?" he noticed with a grin, pulling back to look at your face. "I don't mind. You can tell me what to do."

Your heart pounded but your brain, finally, took control. "Fine, here's what you should do: stop. Before we do something really, really fucking stupid."

He smiled a bit, and nodded. "Okay-- you're right. We shouldn't."

You sighed with relief, and he pulled back slightly, though not enough to let you get off of the console.

"But before we stop, just one more kiss?" he pleaded, giving you those cute puppy eyes you couldn't resist.

"Sure," you agreed, smiling as he leaned in closer-- but he stopped, and his hands were suddenly opening your uniform's belt. "Wh-what are you--?"

"Sorry, darling," he winked, "but you didn't specify where to kiss you. So I chose myself."

Your head fell back with a sigh as he sunk to his knees in front of you. "F-fuck, Ernst, you can't be serious-- if someone saw us--"

"Don't worry," he purred as he started to tug your trousers down, "if this goes anything like last time, it shouldn't take me very long."

[bruhlsbees]

BRUHLSBEES OLD WORKS MASTERLISTS

a new and improved masterlist for all of my daniel bruhl, owen wilson, luke wilson, and murray bauman work. lately i've been on the cusp of getting back into a writing kick and a lot of my motivation for some of these pieces have gone right out the window (sorry to all my early followers). as much as i'd like to just delete these fics and move on i know some people do enjoy them so you'll find a lot of my early work either in the 'retired' section or in the 'early works' section. some retired pieces may be worked on in the future, but for now they'll remain in the void. thanks for understanding and hopefully i'll get more stuff out soon! :')

S MEANS SMUT

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garden of eden (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sweet disposition (alex kerner x reader) - click here

paradox burning (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here

to the end (niki lauda x reader) - click here

second chance (writer!daniel x reader) - click here

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bubbles (helmut zemo x reader) - part one & two (s)

five more minutes (helmut zemo x reader) - click here

it was real enough (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

the haunting of heike zemo (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

behind the mask (helmut zemo x reader) - click here (s)

i'm going in tonight (alex kerner x reader) - click here (s)

opposites attract (alex kerner x reader) - click here

baby paula (alex kerner x reader) - click here

at the cabin (alex kerner x reader - click here

dancing in the rain (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sapphire strings (andrea marowski x reader) - click here

modern!flatmate! andrea x reader headcannons - nsfw version & sfw version

broken wing (dr. laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

bloodlust (vampire! laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

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good luck charm (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)

jackpot (dark!daniel x reader) - click here (s)

tom foolery (clowniel x reader) - part one & two (s)

the first time (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here (s)

welcome home (chris burnett x reader) - click here

better man (ken hutchinson x reader) - click here (s)

the last night (anthony adams x reader) - click here

knock three times (murray bauman x reader) - click here (s)

murray bauman nsfw alphabet - part one & two (s)

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Request, Ernst Schmidt x Female Reader Dumbification, Size and Choking? (Also happy birthday. May you have many more) thank you so much!!@

Ernst Schmidt x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dumbification, size, chocking, breeding kink

A/N: I just had to force myself not to go really dark on this XD thank you so much for providing me with this kinky bliss to write!

The mission was always considered a suicide one.

Some people even calling the group out to open some multiverse kind of error, aliens, terror surging only because you were looking for the solution to the current crisis on Earth.

You were the only member of the medical staff, but you gave it all for the cause, you left family, friends, a life to be up there in the nowhere helping the team to get through it, making sure they were looked after and nobody risked their life aimlessly for some stupid fever.

You grew fond of Ernst, mostly thanks to his tendency to visit you after a fight with Volkov. You knew who it was the opponent mostly because sooner or later he will come too to get checked too and he wasn’t that bad himself. Ernst was a firecracker and you could tell by the way he quickly reacted to things, for a physic you thought he was supposed to be the one to reflect on things. But no, he was the one tackling things down. At the beginning you didn’t really trust him, that exploding rage didn’t sit well on you, but you soon realised how nice he could be. The way he talked to you quietly while sitting on the little bed while you medicated his broken knuckles or how he always reserved something for you at dinner. And yet he had something about him that put you in a very uneasy spot and, at the same time, attracted you, but you were quick to dismiss it when thinking about it mostly because feelings get polarised in small  locations like the spaceship, one can be sure of feelings that never existed mostly because it is human nature to try to replicate some familiar behaviour.

Also small spaces didn't allow either big dramas to run for long, just as Ernst’s conflict with Volkov kept happening in waves.

The real deal happened on New Year’s Eve, you kept up with the Earth Calendar and it was supposed to be so tonight. Kiel thought it would be nice for the team spirit to replicate those little moments of happiness like the beloved ones on Earth.

None of you had really fancy clothes so it was agreed to make it in pyjama much to other’s discomfort, but at least it wouldn’t look like you were on the job.

Your pyjama consisted into a simple summer like dress, you brought something that wasn’t exactly a pyjama when you packed just because being a medic you can be called at any time of the night and to show up with something like ‘the bad bitch is sleeping’ on it didn’t seem the best.

“Well, you look like you are coming to an actual party” Kiel joked handing you a plastic box that contained some juice, of course alcohol wasn’t an option.

It was actually funny to see everyone in their more human attire.

“I love it” you said at Lin as she had an oversized t-shirt with ‘fuck you’ written in Chinese on it and she winked you clicking juices together. Everyone looked so comfortable now and Volkov himself, in his total black t-shirt and shorts, seemed less aggressive even if with you he was always controlled, but straight forward. Mundy was having the time of his life telling you stories about crazy games he did with his friends on New Years Eves just as your eyes rested on Ernst figure. He wore a military green t-shirt with ‘ejercito’ written on it with dark joggers and he smile seeing you come closer.

“Did they tell you about the party in advance or what?” He asked to you in a whisper making you chuckle 

“No, only a coincidence”

He smiled down at you “so lucky” he said only. 

You smiled as you didn’t need to look up at him to know he was observing you but you did. He had this thing of staring that really put Volkov out of his mind because he decided Ernst was being judgmental. In your opinion he was just a natural introvert with a very short patience. Who was right? You all sat in a round table playing cards and trying to make some fun out of it.

“It is the countdown” Kiel said distracting you two. It was sad to celebrate like this, also sober with this sense of surrounding emptiness the space gave out.

“Happy new year!” Everybody shouted clapping and cheering.

You all sipped your fake juice and chatted a bit more before retiring into your rooms. It went okay, no fighting going on at least.

As you just made your way in your room, ready to hit the bed, you heard a soft knocking. You frowned instinctively looking around to see if you left something behind you, but all your belongings were there.

“Hallo”

When you opened the door you found Ernst in front of you, the hallway empty around him as he stared fondly at you.

“We missed one New Year’s Eve tradition” he said in a secretive whisper, you raised your eyebrows like you didn’t want to understand, because what he meant was as clear as the earth orbiting in front of the spaceship.

So when he leaned over your smaller frame to brush your lips with a kiss you didn’t move, you secretly hoped for it, always being so close to him brought that kind of desire on you.

He stared down at you and smiled “You’re such a natural”

It was a weird thing to say, you didn’t get it before your lips collided again and he pushed you into your room, your arms instinctively swinging around his neck.

The kiss was bruising, the way he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. It was nothing like the other one you shared seconds before. You tried to pull back, you needed to talk some sense on this, you're on a space mission, you need grounding rules.

But he wasn't listening anymore.

"Y/N I have waited so long for this" he growled, hands travelling to your waist as you tried to divert his attention from you but he was already on you pushing you toward the centre of the room.

"Ernst"

He wasn't listening, his hands travelling over your neck as he held it pushing you down easily.

"You're so fucking small, I could hold you down one handed"

He was in fact doing so, his voice revealed an urgency you shared, you had to admit that this ‘bad boy’ attitude of him, the bruised knuckles, the high intelligence. That turned you on a lot.

"So good"

He groaned, his hand travelling onto your clothed frame squeezing every part of you almost painfully, his hand onto your neck moving lightly on your shoulder as he pushed you down onto your knees.

You trembled visibly, a sense fo need and desire taking over your reasonable thought process as your hands pulled down the joggers he wore and his briefs. You gulped softly staring at his hard on, collecting yourself for a moment before leaning in to lick in slowly. You let out a shaky breath as the excitement was  hitting you like a hot shower, a soft moan of need escaping you before you tasted the warm tip of his cock. Your eyes up at him just to realise how he never looked away from you, you licked your lips nervously before letting him slip in your mouth, a groan escaping him to be welcomed in the warmth of your mouth. “You’re perfect” his comment as his hand moved to tangle to your hair. You were quite small compared to him and he absolutely loved that, his hips not moving yet giving you time to adjust and explore your little task.

His smirk grew before slowly beginning to rock his hips.

“Is that alright, isn’t it?”

He asked as he started to push himself more and you let out a soft moan of pleasure causing him to smile even more “raise your dress”

You obeyed quietly as he noticed how soaked you were, just as he imagined. You shivered in your spot as he tried a bit more, he started properly fucking your mouth in seconds as your hands moved to his hips whining softly

"What baby? Did my cock fucked your brain? You’re a doctor, you should know what a gag reflex is”

You let out another throaty sound as that was so hot and you felt so ashamed for enjoying it, your panties uncomfortably soaked keeping your mind from going anywhere but to your desire .

Soon as he didn’t allowed you to slow down your jaw begun hurting as he held you by your hair not giving you rest. You tasted it fully as you tried to relax your throat.

"Fuck, you really are made for this, so hot"

He stared at you in awe licking his lips before dragging you so close your nose brushed against his pelvis and your throat got filled by his semen. Once more there was no going back, you gulped it down as much as you could, your nails digging into his hips without gaining a reaction from him before he pulled out and you coughed lightly.

"Oh, look at you, where's all that phD bullshit now?”

He smirked picking you up easily as he laid you on your back over the mattress, his hands on top of your knees parting them unceremoniously as a smirk played over him while pushed your panties off.

“Let’s see”

He moved over you as his fingers traced your entrance collecting some wetness, then moving up to your clit. He begun rubbing it, his fingers circling it and then applying more pressure on it watching you squirm underneath his bigger frame.

You begun cursing under your breath as no rest was allowed, his eyes never diverting from you as you reached a very quick orgasm that didn’t let you enjoy the skill of his fingers, moans covered by your own hands over your mouth, your legs trembled as you blinked looking up at him searching for his next move.

You didn’t have to wait the split of a second, his fingers made their way in your wet channel beginning to move and thrust immediately.

“Ernst, wait, give me a moment”

You begun as you were too sensitive to even begin again, he smirked at you “Liar”

His only comment as he started fingering you nice and good “oh, hear the sounds coming from here, somebody is whore for it, so good to be my cock sleeve in the future”

You moaned as those little remarks and comments only gave you more pleasure, his hand pushing you down as you tried to sat up. He was playing you like an instrument and you had no control over it.

His free hand travelled up from your chest, fingers wrapping around your neck as he edged your orgasm once more, your hips aimlessly rocking against his skilled fingers.

There was when he did it. His fingers squeezing your neck in the exact moment you reached your second orgasm that fast, the fear wasn’t present as all your body and brain could think about was the pleasure you were earning so easily that your body couldn’t catch up with it.

You parted your lips in a silent scream of pleasure as he got you wet and soaking once more.

“Do you think I don’t know what a mindless bitch you are? I bet you can only think about getting full of me now, can’t you?”

“Please” you let it out in the smallest and weakest whimper.

“What?”

“Fuck me”

“But I can’t, we don’t have a condom here”

“Fuck me” you repeated even more lost than before as your thighs trembled around him.

“Oh, looks like somebody is a broken record, or maybe that was your plan all along, mh? I have seen you play flirtatious with Volkov, testing the waters to see who can fuck you better, a little competition for getting the best one” he murmured as he moved over you after pulling off his shirt “Well, turns out you got the alpha here, and I will prove to you and to that Russian bastard how quickly I can get you full with my children”

He hissed and you parted your lips unable to find an answer, his smirk growing bigger at your loss of words as he pushed inside you immediately making you groaned in pleasure.  His lips covering your parted one as his tongue caressed yours invitingly. Your legs kicking as you were too sensitive after two orgasms.

Once again, he didn’t wait, he begun thrusting inside you parting from the kiss to let his hands pull your dress over your head, a smirk playing over his lips as he saw you with no bra.

“It looks like it is up to me to give you a good use”

He growled moving over your chest, lips lacing to your nipple as he snapped his hips so fast you felt your mind go blank. He sucked over it and nibble on it, his desire being completely overwhelming for you to the point that his teeth sinking in your breast only felt good.

“You’re my bitch, is that clear?”

You weren’t able to answer to the question he pronounced against your chest, you weren’t able to answer, to say yes or no, to think of anything that wasn’t that deliciously large cock giving a new meaning to the word pleasure.

Your lips moaning his name like a song as he moved back slightly to lean your legs over his shoulders.

Like that he went even deeper, a sense of loss of thought taking over you as you approached a third orgasm.

Then he pulled out and you let out a cry similar to a cry of pain.

Your eyes darting up at him wondering if he wanted to change position or else.

He waited and stared at you.

“Ernst, why did you stop?”

You formulated that question with some difficulties.

“Earn it, answer my question”

You licked your lips as all you could think of was that hard cock in front of you and not even remember what he asked to you a moment ago.

“I am …a..”

“I asked if it is clear that you’re my bitch”

He helped you and you gulped nodding vehemently “I am”

“And what do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me, please I need it now, don’t leave me like this”

He leaned his head on side, he waited expectantly and you were like a confused pup not knowing were to go or what to do to get what you wanted.

You shifted position not without any trouble, your legs moving aside as you got onto your all fours.

You didn’t see him but from the tone of his voice you could imagine his smirk when he said “what a good bitch”

He impaled you once more as he went even harder on you, your arms not supporting you as dropped on the mattress, ass up held by him, his fingers onto your hip as one hand smacked your bum earning a loud moan from you.

“I will fuck you all night, I promise you I will get you have the first baby born in a spaceship and that baby will wear my last name”

You could have something to say about it, but you couldn’t remember even one reasonable way you could deny yourself all that pleasure.

[cazimagines]

I need to see Ernst Schmidt throw a jealousy fit, it can end fluff or smut, but I just want all his anger being directed to reader

It's a good day to be an Ernst fan huh

It was common knowledge that Ernst and Volkov didn't get along. Every day they were at each other's throats for the silliest of reasons. Volkov claimed it was Ernst's fault they hadn't been able to get the ship to work yet, and Ernst, being the short-tempered man that he was, would try to shut him up by plumming his face in.

Every day the team were having to break the two of them apart, and it would be your duty to take him away and calm him down. You were the only member of the crew he would listen to during that time, and the way your voice spoke to him, how gentle you were, it calmed his nerves, enough to promise not to attack Volkov the next time he saw him.

But today strikes the first difference.

You and Volkov were on your own, working on repairing some panelling. You were handing him a screwdriver while he was fixing up the wires in the panel and he made a suggestive remark about it. You chuckled, knowing it was just his humour and joked back to him equally. This started off a sort of flirty banter between the two of you. It was harmless and you both knew that nothing would come of this, yes you were dating Ernst but it was simply a joke nothing more, so why not have a bit of fun?

What the two of you were unaware about though, was that the intercom was on in your room, and a certain German man had been working on fixing the recording function and heard every word the two of you said.

He knew the two of you weren't dating, and therefore he had no reason to be jealous. But he was.

How could you betray his trust, flirt with the one man that hated his guts? He thought the relationship the two of you had actually meant something, but now it was clear to see you treated it the same way you would treat a piece of mud.

Feeling the rage swarm him, without finishing his work he charged down to the station you were on. He flung the door open, letting it crash against the wall. Both you and Volkov jumped, staring wide-eyed at the man.

"What the hell" Volkov growled, getting off his ladder to storm towards Ernst, yet before he had a chance to defend himself Ernst was on top of him, shoving him to the ground and repeatedly punching him in the face, not caring about the blood that started to splatter his hands.

Eventually, the rest of the crew pulled him off Volkov, pushing him to the other side of the room where they looked at you to help calm him. Gently you stepped forward to take his hand and guide him out of the room but as you spoke his name, his dark eyes fixed upon you, rage as clear as day within them and it made you halt in your tracks in sudden fear.

This time it was Ernst who grasped your wrist, so tightly it would bruise. He pulled you out of the room harshly. He pulled you along the corridors, his pace not slowly for a moment. You called out to him, asking where he was leading you but he did answer.

Finally, he reached a spot where he knew the two of you wouldn't be interrupted. Pulling you in, he slammed the door, the proceeded to slam you on the door.

"What the fuck were you doing" he growled as his hands clasped your suit tightly, his body pressed up against yours.

"I, I don't know what you mean"

His fists tightened on your clothes, and he spat onto the floor, trying to bring his anger across to you.

"I heard all the flitch you two were saying through the intercom. Every. Single. Word"

You whimpered before him, guilt swarming you as you finally saw behind all the anger in his eyes, was a deep sorrowing pain.

"Ernst, it was just a joke!" you tried to claim, making him laugh bitterly at you, letting you go.

"Haha, some joke there. Flirting with another man, that's so funny" he replied sarcastically, pacing the room to try and alleviate his anger.

"I swear I won't do it again" you claim, despite your mind telling you not to, you take another step towards him.

He breathed in heavily, trying to regain some composure, but ultimately losing.

"No, you won't" he hissed, taking a step towards you, "Because, after tonight, everyone on this goddam ship will know you belong to me. None of them will dare say anything like that to you again"

Unknowingly to you, Ernst still had one of the microphones connecting to everyone's earpieces in his pocket, and without you noticing, he flicked the switch on.

He pushed you back against the wall, his lips pressing onto you and you instantly responded. With one hand you grasped ahold of his uniform while with the other you buried it into his hair, tugging at it as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

It was hot, heavy, messy but passionate and you felt yourself just melting into it. While still holding you, his hands digging into the skin on your waist, he pulled you away from the door and over to a table. Finally, when you bumped against it, he pulled his lips away from you.

With his hands, he grasped your uniform and tore it as if it were paper. You gasped at the sensation, goosebumps raking up your arms making you shudder.

His hands palmed your breasts, giving them a harsh squeeze that caused you to moan loudly, and Ernst smirked knowing how everyone else would be hearing it.

Holding your hips tightly, he quickly flipped you over and tore off the rest of your hanging uniform, making your bare skin touch the cold metal of the table.

"Ernst" you whined, pushing your hips back against the bludge you felt in his pants, craving to feel him inside of you.

"So needy for me" he muttered, running his fingers down your back slowly, "you're really just a slut, aren't you"

"Yes!" you groaned, pushing your head onto the table, "Please God, I need you Ernst"

He pulled his belt off, then gathered up your wrists. You whined as he tied them around your arms, securing your hands together and then tying the end part to a handlebar on the wall, securing you so you couldn't move.

"Fine then, if that's what a slut like you needs, I'll have you calling out my name so that everyone can hear just who you truly belong to"

With that he quickly unfastened his own uniform, holding his dick in one hand. He didn't even need to prepare you, for you had already come wet from anticipation, and so with placing one hand your back stilling you, in one swift motion, he thrust into you.

He groaned at the sensation of your warm walls instantly grasping him, pulling him in. He could almost forgive you due to the bliss you were causing him, but he knew he had to teach you a lesson if you weren't to flirt with anyone else again.

He raised his hand and brought it down upon your ass, slapping it harshly, making you cry out at the sudden pain. As he started to thrust fastly into you, he continued to spank you, making you cry out from the overwhelming pleasure and pain that raked through you.

You bit your lip in an attempt to stop all the noises leaving you, but when he noticed his hand snaked up to your throat, lingering there as a warning.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you, Schatz. You know just how much I love to hear those little lewd noises you make"

As you let go of your lip, he determinedly thrust as far as he could into you, hitting your cervix. You cried out his name, the only word in your mind anymore and he smirked, knowing finally you were his and his alone.

He continued to pound away, and when your orgasm ripped through you, he still thrust through it, leaving you a whimpering, twitching mess on the table as he used you.

And you loved every second of it where he made you his.

Cazzy's 900 celebration

[hope-to-hell]

*heavy breathing*

I’m here salivating for some Laszlo or Schmidt throat fucking with degradation. Bitte? Alles meine Liebe für dich.

(Congrats on 800!🎉)

@feralrunaway I went with Schmidt because I don’t know the first thing about Laszlo. Advantages of Fighting, Ernst Schmidt x Reader. Smut, throat fucking, degradation. When he needs to blow off steam, you have just the thing for him.

Who cares, really? Who gives a fuck why it’s happening, only that it’s happening and Christ if it isn’t everything you never let yourself want. Just think about how your voice is gonna rasp after this, how consonants will scratch and vowels will cut, how Ernst’s biting choke on it is tinged with something more than simple anger.

He is a fiery thing, your Ernst, driven and devoted to his equations, but how easily he gets riled up. And with one too many of Volkov’s sniping remarks it was either this or a brawl. Not that you’d mind seeing either of them bloodied; Volkov for his comeuppance and Ernst for the way the smell of blood drives him shark-wild, biting, pulling you hard onto his cock like he’s trying to tear his way out the other side of your cunt.

But this isn’t about that, it’s about one of those days when the fight didn’t happen, when he turned on his heel and you followed, when you saw the set of his shoulders and knew this was a chance to get well and truly fucked. And you like it. You like it. Look at you, you’d beg if you could speak, wouldn’t you? Drool for me, dirty little thing. I want to see your face as wet as that pretty cunt.

He’d leave streaks of semen all across your face if he wasn’t so determined to come right down your throat, with the muscles working all around him and that thick length stopping up your breath. He’d tipped your chin up, before, to make you face him, and lifted his brow just a smidge; it was an out if you wanted it but damn how his smile turned cruel when you said use me, I’m yours.

Use you. Of course. What else are you good for? There’s no crooked smile, no soft half-flirting glance over breakfast; this is Ernst untethered, looking for someplace to put his anger. And he makes your throat his receptacle; he swells and pulses and his hand is heavy on your head. When I come don’t you dare spit or swallow. Hold it on your tongue. I want you to show me. Sure, sure, and you’d make an assenting groan but he moves again and the sound peters out on a thick wet gurgle.

(This is the way his fingertips brush so gently down your jaw.)

And your hands are gripping at the legs of his open coveralls; pulling yourself even closer to him, using that leverage to get him even deeper; he shifts his feet apart and to either side of you his work boots are a solid boundary. He is a solid boundary, not especially tall or strong and

(His hand is warm on your belly late at night and when the nightmares come he’s there; easy, easy, it’s only me)

Ernst is yours, thick and hot and if this is selfish then it’s selfish; if he uses you there’s just as much pleasure in the being used and is your mind wandering, sweetheart? Distracted? Am I boring you? One hand comes off his thigh to show him your upraised finger; it’s a provocation, absolutely, and he recognizes the sign for what it is;

(More, more, harder, make every breath a reminder)

It’s his cock in your throat, pushing in and in and in til you could feel the bulge of him there. It’s the spots in your vision and the soft press of his thumbs at your temples, that’s it. Take all of me. That’s good, so good, letting me use you like this. His accent thickens when he’s close, words coalescing around him in a buzzing cloud of yes and mine; the wild abandon focuses down into concentration as he chases orgasm, closer and closer and

Ah

When he comes it’s on your tongue and you’re so good; you keep it there and when he lifts your chin and presses on your bottom lip he’s so goddamn pleased to see his spend gathered there. You are a gift, he says and his temper is easing; he lifts a glass of water from the shelf and holds it to your lips. Look at you, all those tears and snot and spit. It’s beautiful, but now I’ve gone and made you dirty. Let’s get you clean.

There are no baths in space but the shower is warm and endless; he slips a lozenge onto your tongue and holds you there under the spray. Thank you he says and nuzzles at your cheek; he is soft now, languid in the afterglow, easy in the way you lean against him, breathing in and letting go.

What’s to thank? You know I love it.

I know. But it’s a privilege and I won’t forget that. Dear heart, you are all the best parts of me. This is Ernst and you and the fight forgotten; he is calmed and leveled out and through the little porthole all the stars are blinking.

[fuddlewuddle]

I request to be locked away in horny jail bc my god that foursome was hot. - fans self- m an had a real trouble reading that with a straight face.

Request granted.

[babybluebex]

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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sucker for pain (smut)

chokehold (smut)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

me and my husband (fluff&angst)

next week (fluff&angst)

bliss (angst)

hand kisses (fluff)

madripoor dancing (fluff)

forehead kisses (fluff)

airport (fluff)

shut up (fluff)

₊˚.༄ dr. laszlo kreizler (the alienist, 2018-)

laszlo & period sex headcanons (smut)

fuck it (fluff)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

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nsfw alphabet (smut)

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ego (smut)

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some people never change (smut)

headcanons 1 (fluff&smut)

headcanons 2 (fluff&smut)

jan polaroids 1 (fluff&smut)

jan polaroids 2 (fluff&smut)

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nsfw alex headcanons (smut)

goal! (fluff)

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a long, long time (angst)

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modern!andrea headcanons (fluff)

modern!andrea headcanons 2 (fluff)

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what kinks the danny bunch™ has (smut)

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how the danny bunch™ cuddle (fluff)

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the danny bunch getting jealous(smut/fluff/angst)

which are doms, subs, and switches

reactions to you actually being pregnant (fluff)

songs associated with dani characters

[mlmxreader]

Boyfriends | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: Can I request a schmidt x male submissive reader smut. Possibly daddy kink if your okay with it

summary: things are getting worse on the Cloverfield, so when you finally get the chance, you and your boyfriend make the most of what downtime you have. 

tws: swearing, daddy kink, choking, anal sex, a bit of anal fingering, praise kink, spanking 

word count: 2633

MINORS DNI OR YOU’LL GET BLOCKED

Schmidt was losing his temper with Volkov more and more often, their fights were getting more and more frequent and more and more physical, and although you were always able to come running to your boyfriend’s defence when he did lose his temper, you knew that nobody was exactly pleased with the escalating infighting, and Schmidt wasn’t exactly happy about being pinned down or shoved away either; but even still, you stood by him and defended him at all costs - even if Volkov was more than unpleasant about it and made snide and snarky and usually hurtful comments about the relationship between you and Schmidt - “you gotta get your boyfriend to stand up for you, Schmidt?” being the most common. But for all the unkindness, you and Schmidt were still happy together at the end of the day, and whenever he was pulled away from a fight, you were always happy to be together in the confines of your shared room with the door locked from the inside and not a soul daring to ever disturb either of you; you were happy together, really, and if you were honest, you didn’t care about his temper - he always made it a point to never lose it with you, he always made sure he would never lose his temper, not with you, never with you.

You had nothing to do, so you were lounging around in your room until eventually you had something to keep you busy for more than a couple of minutes, looking through old pictures of you and Schmidt with a smile on your face; there was the picture you had taken on your first holiday together, cosied up in front of some old building. 

You remembered the way he looked at you, then, the softness in his gaze as he kept his arm around your waist, his soft laugh when his glasses fogged up and he handed them to you so you could keep them safe. He still looked at you like that. He still gave you his glasses to keep them safe. 

There was a picture of you and him with your family, when you visited them during the holidays at one point; you thought back to how everyone kept commenting on how sweet you were together, how he was always the first one to offer to make everyone tea and coffee. He looked at you with that same softness. He made sure you had his glasses so that he didn’t lose or break them when he was dragged into a game of football with your nephews. 

There was the picture of you and him during your first outing as a couple with your friends; he had gotten into a debate with one of your friends over what to do about the bubbling crisis, but he was gentle with them nonetheless. Throughout the night, he had checked in on you, made sure that you had water every now and then, made sure that you had something to eat. He gave you his jacket when you walked home together, and kept his arm around your waist so that you didn’t wander off. 

But all of that was so long ago, now, and while the memories were fresh when you looked at the pictures, when you were reminded of those times, they were starting to fade; so many stays spent up in space, it was hard to keep a hold of everything. It was hard to keep track of those memories. But at least you had Schmidt. At least you had your boyfriend with you. And he wasn’t going anywhere, he made that all too clear; for that, you were grateful, for that, you loved him a little more. 

There was a clattering sound, followed by shouts and obscenities, and you sighed as you prepared to get up and to go fetch your boyfriend; you didn’t have time, though, as he came into the room, locking the door behind him and running a hand through his hair. Oh, he was beyond pissed. 

“Ernst,” you called softly, sitting at the edge of the bed and clearing your throat. “You okay?”

“Fucking stupid bastard,” he grumbled, shaking his head and pursing his lips a little. “Thinks he fucking knows everything…” 

“Hey,” you got up, approached him with a small smile, and took his hand. “Ernst, relax. It’s just you and me, now.” 

He took one look at you, and his shoulders slumped, his jaw unclenching as he nodded and used his free hand to chuck his glasses on the chest of drawers where you kept your clothes. He dared to smile as he met your gaze. “Sorry…” 

“Don't be,” you shook your head, bringing your hand up to his jaw and slowly running your thumb across his cheek. “Volkov’s a bully. You’ve every right to stand up for yourself.” 

Schmidt nodded, letting out a loud sigh as he leaned in just enough to kiss your forehead. “Thank you.” 

“C’mon,” you tugged at his hand as you chuckled softly, leading him to the bed. “I got all our old pictures out.” 

“I like this one best,” he admitted, picking up the one he had taken when you were sound asleep with your head on his shoulder, snuggled into his side. “Always have.” 

You gently took it from him, daring to smile as you rested your head on his shoulder like you were in the picture; it had been a long night, that night, after staying up to try and help him with his work, but you had dozed off at some point, and when you woke up, you were still in the same position. Only, when you woke up, he had fallen asleep, too, with his head tilted to the side so that it was against your own, a stack of papers in his hands. 

“I dunno, I think this one’s my favourite,” you hummed, picking up one of the pictures that made him blush, his eyes going wide. It was one of the ones you had taken, on a night when there wasn’t much to do, and you had been messing around with your phone when he had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist; you asked him if you could keep the picture, and he agreed. He just didn’t think he would see it again. 

“I miss home,” you said softly, shaking your head. But then you smiled, and you let out a soft laugh. “But, I s’pose, our neighbours probably don’t miss us.” 

Schmidt shrugged as he shook his head. “I don’t think they do, no. I think they’re grateful, if anything.” 

“They finally have some peace and quiet,” you muttered, licking your lips. 

“They don’t have to hear you being so needy for me,” he whispered, his hand going to your thigh. His gaze wasn’t so soft anymore, more hungry as he looked down at your lips for a moment. “Do they?”

“No, they don’t,” you said quietly, moving closer to him. But then you paused, and you frowned. “I don’t want these to get lost or ruined… give me a second to put ���em away?”

“Sure,” Schmidt sighed, pulling back as he chewed at his bottom lip, watching you as you gathered up the old memories and put them back on the desk opposite the bed. But when you returned, he was quick to pull you onto his lap, his hands at your ass as you grabbed his shoulders. 

You made the first move, your hands going to his chest and gripping onto the fabric of his uniform as you pulled him in for a kiss; all hot breaths and open mouthed, he could hear every little whimper and moan that left you as he kissed you harshly, trying not to smile when you put one arm around his shoulders, your hand buried in his hair as you ground against him; fuck, he loved to feel how your cock was starting to harden, daring to grind back against you as he bit at your bottom lip every now and then, occasionally giving your ass a harsh squeeze that made your hips buck against him and drew a soft yelp from your mouth that was soon turned to a laugh. 

But then you pulled away, fiddling with your uniform as you tried to get it off, but Schmidt was the one to take charge, pushing it from your shoulders as he kissed you fiercely, groaning with discontent when you got up off of his lap, kicking your shoes off as you pushed down your uniform, exposing your underclothes; he watched, chest heaving as his breathing got deeper and more rapid, palming at himself through his own uniform, as you peeled off your clothes slowly, a wicked smile on your lips. You knew what you were fucking doing, and he would be a liar if he said he didn’t love it. He was quick to strip himself, bits and pieces of material scattering the room as he grabbed your hips again, pulling you close to stand between his legs as he clenched his jaw and licked his lips, a soft growl coming from the back of his throat. 

“Where did you put the lube?”

“It’s in the drawer,” you gestured to the bedside table. “Where do you want me, Daddy?”

Letting out a soft snarl, Schmidt looked around the room, a smile coming to his lips as he gently patted the bed beside him. “Auf deinen Knien.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded, feeling a certain excitement bubble in your stomach as you moved to get on the bed, your hands pressed into the mattress and your knees digging into it as well. Schmidt ran his hand from your neck down to your lower back, then gave your ass a soft slap as he grinned at your soft laugh. “Dick.” 

“You’ll have it in a minute,” he chuckled, getting the lube from the bedside table. He paused, knelt behind you as he held the bottle in his hands and cleared his throat. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure,” you nodded, looking back at him with a soft smile. “I want this, I want you to fuck me - as hard as you want.” 

Blushing a little, Schmidt quickly lubed up your ass, making you softly shudder and tremble a little from his gentle touch and from how cold the lube felt against your heated flesh, but you soon moaned when he sank two fingers into your ass; stretching you and playing with your hole to get you ready, his fingers slick and his movements all too knowing. After being together for so long, it was like instinct for him, knowing exactly how to use his fingers to get you going that little bit more, to get you as ready as he could. 

He lined himself up behind you when he was finished, leaving you a sweating and begging mess, so needy for his cock that he couldn’t help but to laugh quietly. “Do you remember the safe word, mein prinz?”

You nodded, which caused him to slap your ass again, his voice low and hoarse as he reminded you to use your words. “Yes! Yes, it’s rattlesnake… now, please, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me already, please.” 

“Gut,” he hummed, slowly sinking his cock into your ass as he growled softly, holding onto your hips as he bottomed out. He gave you a few moments, just enough to adjust to his size. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes!” You begged, breathless as you rocked your hips and tried to fuck yourself on his cock. “Please, Daddy, please.” 

Without wasting any time, he started to thrust his hips, hard enough to make you collapse a little, your forehead pressed against your wrists as you moaned loudly, your pleasure only increasing when he pushed you down a bit more, just enough so that he could rest his hands either side of your head, fucking into you like you were little more to him than a one night stand; using your ass like a fucking sex toy. 

“Fuck! Harder!” You cried out, earning a slap on the ass. 

“Harder, what?” Schmidt growled. 

“Harder, Daddy!” You begged, your voice so desperate and so needy. “Harder, please, Daddy!” 

Eager to please, Schmidt wrangled you up the bed a little, just enough so that you were resting on the pillows with your ass up in the air before he slammed into you again, making the bed move a little as he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked up his movements; he was going as fast and as hard as he could, and from the way you were crying out for more, begging him to keep going, he knew that you were enjoying it just as much as he was. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Right there!” You yelped when he hit your sweet spot, only egging him on further, only encouraging him to keep fucking you like a machine. 

Schmidt moaned your name quietly, leaning his head back a little as he sucked in a harsh breath. “Gefällt dir das? Hm? Mein prinz?”

“Yes!” You cried out softly, nodding eagerly as your breath started to leave you, the ability to use words slowly and gradually fading away. “Don’t stop, please, Daddy!” 

It was obvious that anyone who walked past your room would definitely be able to hear, both of you knew that, but neither of you cared; in fact, Schmidt, although he didn’t admit it, liked the thought of everyone on the damn Cloverfield could hear you begging for his cock - they would know that you were his, and the thought of that only drove him further. When he thought about it, his thrusting got a little harder, and his moans of your name, asking you to cry out for him a little louder, only became more frequent and louder. 

“Who’s your Daddy?” He demanded. 

“You!” You moaned loudly. “You are! Fuck! I’m fucking close!” 

“You wanna cum?” Schmidt snarled, licking his lips. All it would take for him to get his own release was seeing you come undone, seeing you cum all over the sheets with a cry of his name. 

“Yes! Please, Daddy, I wanna cum,” your voice was quieter, mixed between moans and harsh breaths. “Please, let me cum.” 

Schmidt knew exactly what to do, grabbing you by the throat again so that your back was flush with his chest, your sweat mixing with his and smearing across both your flesh and his; he squeezed gently, and whispered his permission in your ear as he kept fucking you as hard and as fast as his body would allow him to; whispering soft praises in your ear and biting down on it so gently, pushing you further and further until your cum splattered the bedsheets and you were whimpering and moaning. 

He pinned you down again, filling your ass with his cum as he growled and huffed out your name, almost as if it was the most sacred thing in the world, as if it meant  everything to him; but he kept going, fucking his cum into your ass until he was sure he was finished. 

Only then did he pull out, rolling you onto your side as he knelt beside you, that soft gaze and sweet smile returning to him as he gently traced your jaw. 

“Ich liebe dich,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I’ll get the shower running.” 

“I love you, too,” you said softly, but before he could leave you, you grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. “Can I suck your cock in the shower?”

“Only if I can suck yours,” he mused. “I think you’ve earned it.” 

[norabrice1701]

The Cloverfield Pyramid - Ch. 6

A Schmidt x Fem!Reader Lost Ruins/Archaeology Expedition AU Fic

Link to Ch. 5

Link to Series Master List

Chapter Summary: In which there are revelations both secret and unimaginable, but surely not traitorous…right?

Chapter Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including unprotected sex (no stated use of contraception)) BE YE WARNED, explicit language, repurposed film quotes

A/N: I say this each chapter, and it's true every time: thank you all for supporting this story! It means so very much. Hope y'all enjoy the latest!

Shout-outs to @raniiaaa whose feedback on the last chapter & this was invaluable, and @janine-007 for being so gracious to help with more translations for an intimate setting!

Cheers, Nora

Chapter 6: Day +7 - Part I

An obnoxious alarm jarred you from sleep.

Your eyes cracked open as you fumbled for your watch. At least you recognized the familiar wake-up alarm, thankful that it didn't signal the unfolding of a whole new crisis

A warm body stirred beside you, tugging an unbidden, drowsy smile to your face. Ernst groaned, his voice low and sleep-rough. "Verdammte Scheiße," he scrubbed a hand over his face, glaring at his watch. "Warum hast du mich verdammt nochmal so früh geweckt?"

You rolled over onto your back, stretching with a groan. "Ummm…nein?"

He turned to face you, arching a brow as a smile softened his tired face. "Du bist so wunderschön, das ist es definitiv Wert."

You shook your head, suppressing a yawn. "I don't even understand German after a full night's sleep."

Humming softly, he rolled over to nuzzle your cheek and wrap a sleep-warmed arm around you. He pressed a kiss to your skin, the rasp of his morning stubble igniting a low-rolling heat in your blood.

You sighed as you basked in the feel of having him so close. "Actually, it's kind of cute."

"You wouldn't think that if you knew how many swear words I said."

"Doesn't matter." You turned into him, meeting his lips in a natural, lazy kiss. "You're cute and very charming - when you want to be."

"Cute...?" He mouthed kisses up the line of your jaw. "No grown man wants to be called 'cute', Schatz."

You gasped as he nipped the skin beneath your earlobe. "What does that mean - 'Schatz'? Something I'll find as repellent as you find 'cute'?"

"Nein, mein Schatz," he angled up, nuzzling your helix piercing. "My sweetheart."

Your fingers threaded through the soft, sleep-mussed hair on his nape, unable to hold back a smile. "I do like that." And you hated that it was true, that your defenses were utterly useless at this early morning hour so tangled up in him and hidden from the rest of the world.

His lips settled to the gold band of your earring, his tongue teasing where metal met skin. Sparks of pleasure shot down your spine, settling to a dull throb between your legs. God, you'd never found that so erotic before. The heavy weight of his hand settled to your bare thigh, drifting in lazy lines as he inched up towards your shorts.

Liquid arousal pooled beneath the cotton as your fingers continued to play in his hair. "Mm, I think I like that even better."

He hummed in obvious acknowledgement, as if he already knew that you would. His breath tickled the shell of your ear. "You never did answer my question, though."

You sighed as his relentless fingers danced over the cotton fabric, settling over your core. "Did I understand your question?"

"Why do you wake up at such an ungodly hour?"

He traced a teasing pattern, pressing in between your legs, rubbing at your clit - all tempered with delicious friction through the layers of fabric that made you squirm against the mattress. Fuck, you should stop this...you shouldn’t let yourself enjoy his touch, shouldn’t let him keep burrowing his way into your heart. Instead, you whimpered as his thumb pressed down hard on your sensitive bud and you answered his question. “Normally, I go for a run...but with the workout room out of commission, that’s not an option."

He made another pass with his fingers, voice pitching low. “Mm, however will you find an alternate workout?”

Your sore muscles clenched with eager enthusiasm at his blatant innuendo. Fuck, you should get up...you were already so exposed, your inhibitions lowered in the powerfully intimate setting - you should…. God, you should just roll over and take what you wanted. Because, despite all the looming uncertainty, this was exactly where you wanted to be.

He watched the shift on your face, moving his hand to your hip and rolling onto his back. You easily moved with him, swinging your leg over his to straddle him. Your wet core connected with his burgeoning erection, stirring your low moan. “For someone complaining about being awake at such an ungodly hour, you’re awfully ready for some cardio yourself.”

He rocked his hips up as his hands found purchase on your waist, easing up under your shirt. “I’ve already conceded that this ungodly hour has its merits.”

"In your earlier tirade that I didn’t understand, you mean?” You ground down against him, watching a private, teasing grin flash across his face in response.

He coaxed your shirt up and off, and you quickly pushed to your knees to remove your shorts, feeling him shuffle to do the same. Your breath caught as you looked back at him. Sure, he had already been shirtless, but you hadn't taken the time to really look last night and now, you had the full expanse of his body bared before you in the low, ambient light.

Generous sprays of dark moles dotted his pale skin and you stared in open appreciation. An overwhelming surge of want raced through you as you bent down, tonguing at a grouping just above his heart. “God, I could map a star chart on your skin.” Your teeth scraped a raised mole, his chest vibrating with a primal growl of approval as his hand clenched against your thigh. Dizzying arousal rushed through you as you teased a nipple. “You like that, hmm? Like the idea of me mapping you with my tongue?”

He trembled beneath you, hips jerking in small thrusts. “Scheiße, ja. Bitte, Schatz.”

You moaned, basking in his heady response, loving his shift back into German. Your hand reached down to where your core just hovered over him, wrapping your hand around his cock, smearing pre-cum with your thumb. He arched against you, a breathy cry on his lips and fuck, you wanted to hear that sound every morning.

His fingers moved from your thigh, curling against your dripping entrance, easing your folds apart before sinking in. You winced at the stretch of tight muscle, a strangled cry on your lips. A frisson of concern surfaced in his lust-glazed eyes despite the smug gleam curving his mouth. "Sore, Schatz?"

You angled your hips as his fingers twisted up against your exquisite nerve. "It's been so long since I've done this once, let alone twice, and you're so-." You caught yourself, cutting off your words before you said too much. God, what about this man made you so utterly lose yourself?

His smirk curved wider, accompanied by a wicked glint in his eyes. "Mmm, so what...?"

Your cheeks flushed, rocking against his fingers as you said the first thing that came to your lust-addled brain. “Nuh-uh, got to work harder to earn that one.”

His fingers sharply withdrew as he looked up at you with unabashed appreciation, as if you couldn’t have given him a better answer. You gasped at the sudden emptiness, hips rocking against nothing as you squeezed his cock. His hands returned to your hips, pulling you down as you coated his hardened tip in your slick.

Slowly, you took him into you, biting off a cry when he changed the pace to impale you with a sharp glide. Fuck, you could feel him everywhere from this angle as he pressed up against the deepest part of your inner walls before guiding you back up. He rocked to meet you, leading you in a torturous tempo, letting you feel the glorious drag of each inch of him with each thrust. You pushed up from his chest, arching your back, your hips rolling blindly down to meet him as he hit your spot of white hot pleasure.

You cried out as his fingers settled to your clit, adding to the mind-numbing intensity. “Fuck, you feel so good,” the words spilled from you in a mindless babble, “so big, so fucking perfect.”

He growled, snapping his hips up with increased urgency. “Du fühlst dich so gut an.”

The pleasured ripples spreading through you grew to tidal waves as your body clenched around him in desperate need, losing yourself to his harsh syllables. God, had you known anything hotter?

“Du gehörst mir, nur mir.” His unknown words fueled every feeling that threatened to burst within you as your hips matched his frantic pace. The devastating accuracy of his strokes and the merciless motions of his fingers stoked the telltale euphoric swell in your core ever higher as he groaned, feeling you tighten impossibly around him. “Scheiße, ich liebe dich.”

He pinched your clit and you fucking shattered, toes curling as ecstasy exploded up your spine and stole your breath. Your hips lost the rhythm as you clamped around him, feeling him rut against you with a harsh groan, consumed by his own release deep within you.

Your heart thundered as you fell against him, pressing your sweat-dampened chest to his. His strong arms wrapped around your back as you tried to slow your breathing, listening to the tandem pounding of his heart.

He sighed in deep satisfaction. "Better than running?”

You snorted, a stupid grin splitting your face. “No comparison. I’ve forgotten just how good morning sex can be.”

He snuggled you close, tilting his head to brush his lips to your damp brow. He mumbled something against your skin, but you couldn’t discern any defined words. Your mind started to replay all the fragments of German that he had spoken, and your curiosity got the better of you. “Can you...will you tell me what all you said?”

He stiffened against you for a brief second before relaxing, his lips pressing to your temple. “I don’t remember everything exactly...you’ll forgive me if you just felt so amazingly good. I’m pretty sure I told you that much, at least.”

You wanted to cry bullshit, to turn and search out any hint of a lie in his mesmerizing eyes. To drag the truth from him even if he didn’t want to admit to it. But, fuck, were you really ready for that? If he didn’t want to tell you, then there was obviously a reason. Nothing about it eased your curiosity, but maybe it was better this way. You didn’t need any additional stress for the day ahead, and worrying over the implications of the last six hours certainly qualified.

You pressed a tender kiss to the flushed skin of his chest, pushing your thoughts aside and just breathing him in, letting him hold you close. You would absorb this moment of quiet contentment for as long as you could. At length, you sighed. “I don’t want to know what will happen today. We’re no closer to figuring out what happened yesterday.”

“All the more reason then to get up and start figuring it out. But I want you to know something first.” He encouraged you to lift your head, moving up his body to meet his eyes in the low, soft light. “Whatever happens, Schatz - I’m in this with you, and the rest doesn’t matter. I promise that you’ll have all the time you need when we get back to Manaus, but we are both going to get there.”

Your heart swelled at the thought. You'd been on your own for so long, you'd forgotten what it was like to take refuge in someone else's strength even for a moment. And there was no denying these last six hours were stolen moments you would hold dear for longer than you cared to admit.

With slow movements, you withdrew from each other's embrace to clean up and readjust clothing. It was definitely time to get the coffee started and you didn't want anyone else to see just how much Ernst had wrecked you.

Stepping back into your shorts, you watched Ernst swing his legs to the edge of your berth, raising his arms to put on his shirt. You debated telling him how good he looked shirtless, but thought better of it. Your cheeks still burned to remember how you told him you wanted to map his skin. But as he reached for his glasses, wiping the smudged lenses against the hem of his shirt with a smirk aimed at you - you knew he remembered with the same clarity that you did.

You stretched your arms overhead, shaking off a yawn as he stood and approached. His gaze darted from your eyes to lips, before glancing back up - and the delicacy of the moment floored you. Despite the intimacy of the past six hours, your heart skittered with fond, warm anticipation. You tilted your head, meeting his slow, lingering kiss. A tendril of heat licked through your sated body in recognition of the one you had shared such pleasure with. You sighed against his mouth, indulging in the moment as your hand rose to rest over his heart. Your own heart felt disconcertingly full at such simple, reassuring contact with no greater motivation other than to enjoy one last, intimate touch.

You carefully didn’t meet his eyes as you parted, turning to reach for your cabin door. Moving down the small hallway together made you feel distinctly like a teenager trying to sneak a boyfriend around under your parent’s noses. Fortunately, the main cabin and galley were both still dark.

You blew a sigh, turning on the lights. “At least those still work. A promising start.”

“If there had been another surge event, we would know.”

You shook your head, rounding the corner to the galley with him close on your heels. “Even you have to admit that was more than just a surge event yesterday.” You reached for the coffee pot, fighting off another yawn. “We hit the ceiling, Ernst. That doesn’t just happen.”

He retrieved the bag of coffee grounds as water splashed into the glass pot. “No, it doesn’t. Something interrupted the earth’s gravitational field, that much is clear – and science has never seen its equal.” He gave an incredulous shake of his head, shrugging off a yawn. “I know people like to believe that NASA has secret rooms where gravity can simply be turned off, but there’s no known technology to neutralize gravity.”

You poured water into the reservoir, flipping the power switch as you suddenly remembered the compass and an idea dawned. “It’s not possible that the gravitational field could be interrupted by a magnetic field, right?”

“Not even possible. Magnetic fields are produced by particles in motion, dependent only on the charge and velocity of those particles. Mass has no bearing on either of those, and gravitational fields are only determined by mass.”

“But I saw the compass – just after your meter alarm – it…had turned upside down, reading like the earth’s poles were reversed.”

He froze, turning to fix you with a hard stare. “Say that again?”

“The compass – the whole display rotated, turning north to the south and vice-versa.” You shook your head. “I obviously didn’t get a chance to check it against the backup plastic compass before it blew, but I’ve never seen instrumentation failure like that before.”

He stared back at you with wide, intrigued eyes. “Why didn’t you mention this sooner?”

A hint of indignation flashed on your face. “Forgive me if a fucking lot was happening all at once yesterday….”

The smell of coffee permeated the air as an eerie silence fell in the galley. Ernst leaned back against the counter, the workings of his mind visible behind his glasses as he processed your words. Slowly, he blinked up at you, swiping his tongue along his top lip. “I don’t think gravity went anywhere. I think another force just temporarily overpowered it.”

Your brows raised. “Another force stronger than gravity? What could possibly do that?”

“Magnetic particles will always align with their respective poles, north and south, accordingly. You mentioned the ship’s compass displayed a reversed polarity just as my electromagnetic energy measurements surged.” He paused, biting his lip as his eyes widened. “The implication is unthinkable…that somehow, the earth’s magnetic poles have reversed, and we were simply swept up in such a massive change of charge and velocity.”

“Swept up?” You snorted softly. “Literally?”

He nodded slowly, a fascinated smile lighting his face. “That could explain why we hit the ceiling. Our watch electronics, the iron in our blood – as the poles shifted, the magnetic charges realigned.”

You stared back at him, stunned and chilled to realize that he wasn’t making a poor joke. “But none of that should be possible.”

“The Earth’s poles have shifted throughout geologic time, and they will shift again - but a complete and sudden reversal of polarity...?” His smile curved wider, awed at the idea. “Isn’t that the joy of discovery? You have your plastic compass, ja?”

You reached for an insulated tumbler and the freshly brewed pot of coffee. “Of course. But without the bridge compass, we don’t have a benchmark to compare it against.”

He met your gaze with an arched brow and a tilted head, as if scolding you for missing the obvious answer. Suddenly, lightning struck - and fuck, it was blindingly obvious. Your professors would be ashamed that you hadn’t thought of it sooner, sleep deprivation or not. You held Ernst’s gaze as a thrill of excitement burst in your chest. “Shit, I need coffee and I should lose my degree – we’re still north of 26 degrees south latitude. We can see the Little Dipper and get a lock on the North Star.”

His face warmed with approval as he pushed off the counter, reaching for his own coffee tumbler. He ghosted a kiss across your cheek as he reached for the coffee pot, and your breath caught. Hopefully he wouldn’t do that in front of the others. Would he?

You took a sip of coffee, the bitter scald perfect on your tongue. Your gaze strayed to the galley window, noting the colors of early dawn streaking across the sky. “If we go now, we might still be able to see it.”

He looked up from his full tumbler, a bright eagerness filling his eyes. “Absolutely.” He set the coffee pot back, blowing across the top of his tumbler to dispel the steam curls. “After you, my dear Skip.”

You couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at your lips. Nothing about that had any right to make contented affection rise in your chest, but, dammit...you were such a goner. You reached for a tumbler lid, not wanting to risk the spill of hot coffee.

He nodded at your coffee. “No sugar or cream?”

“No,” you glanced over as he stirred a spoonful of sugar into his coffee. “Never been a big fan of sweets. Chocolate chip cookies are a rare exception; otherwise, I’m just as salty as the seas I sail.”

His answering chuckle warmed your heart, and the ease of conversation struck you. You honestly weren’t sure what to expect in the aftermath of the intimate night, but this...this was quite nice. Was this a preview of what life together could be like?

You blew a sigh to shake off your distracting thoughts as you heard movement out in the main cabin. Turning, you glanced up to see Kiel round the corner into the galley and you froze. He radiated barely restrained fury, his face thunderous.

Ernst offered a nod in greeting, reaching for a tumbler lid. “Morning, Commander…what is-”

Kiel marched up to Ernst, grabbing one shoulder to wrench the physicist around, knocking the coffee from his hand to spill it over the floor. He slammed the side of Ernst’s face against the counter, sending his glasses to join the coffee as he pulled Ernst’s left arm back in a tight hold.

“You son of a bitch.” Kiel growled. “We trusted you – I trusted you.”

Your heart stuck in your throat, watching Ernst struggle. “Kiel – what are you doing? He hasn’t done anything.”

“Oh, hasn’t he?” Kiel’s lip curled with frustrated anger. “He’s only been lying to all of us this entire time.”

Ernst tried to wrench his arm free. “What are you talking about!?”

Kiel pushed him harder against the counter, forcing a grunt of pain from the shorter man. “You weren’t in your cabin – and I don’t want to know where you were,” he shot you a disapproving glance before turning back. “But I accessed your computer and found everything. Your emails with your colleague in Egypt; the energy concentration and magnetic field experiments – your polarity reversal theories.”

Ernst’s eyes widened in confusion and anger. “My...what experiments? We didn’t conduct any such experiments - there were no theories.” He darted his gaze to yours before glaring up at Kiel. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“How could you know about the polarity reversal?” You asked Kiel. “We only just discussed it this morning.”

Kiel fixed his blazing eyes to you. “Only just discussed it this morning? He’s theorized about the ability of concentrated energy to reverse polarity since he left Egypt.” Kiel shook his head in clear warning. “Stay out of this, Skip. Or I’ll be forced to assume that you are part of his scheme, too.”

“What scheme?” Ernst protested. “What exactly do you think I’ve done? None of this has happened by my design!”

Kiel shook his head, disappointed. “She said you would say that. When she woke up, Jensen warned us all about you - it was the first thing she said and she called you by name.”

Your brow furrowed. “Jensen?”

Ernst scoffed. "When she woke up...? The woman in the engine room?! That's absurd - I don't know her!” He tried again to break free from Kiel’s hold, wincing as Kiel pulled his arm tighter. “You’re really trusting her over me?”

Kiel pulled Ernst from the counter, pushing him forward with harsh steps. “I didn’t trust her until I saw the evidence in your cabin.” He strode from the galley and across the main cabin, keeping a firm grip on Ernst as he threw open the sliding glass door to the main deck. “You’ve made your bed, now it’s time to lie in it.”

You followed, still dumbstruck. “Kiel, this doesn't make sense!”

“I won’t warn you again, Skip. Stay out of this!”

“Commander!” You barked. “On this ship, I outrank you – do not throw him overboard.”

“You outrank me for shit as far as the museum is concerned.” Kiel pushed Ernst onto the deck, the shorter man wincing and lessening his struggle as his arm bent further back. “And you needn’t worry about him taking a swim. In fact, I’m going to take your advice.” He dragged Ernst over to the stairs that led down to the stern platform. "Docking rope and the stern cleats, wasn’t it? Since we don't have a brig?”

“Kiel! You can’t do this!” Ernst renewed his struggle to break free to no avail.

Frustrated disbelief hardened your face as you moved out into the humid, early morning air. “You can’t be serious! We need him!”

“Don’t let your feelings get in the way, Skip.” Kiel cautioned. “You may think you need him, but we certainly do not.”

Link to Ch. 7

Tag List: @apparrio @charistory @somethingthatsaysbubbles @everythingbeginsineternity-blog @scuttle-buttle

[bruhlsbees]

paradox burning ; the first time || ernst schmidt x fem!reader

gif credit to @/h-zemo

summary: reader and schmidt's first time being intimate together on board the cloverfield station

pairing: ernst schmidt x reader

word count: 3,164

warnings: minors dni, 18+, nsfw, virginity loss, blowjobs, innocence kink

a/n: this is set before the events of paradox burning! i had something originally posted for this but took and down and decided to flesh something out in a more one-shot style! hope y'all enjoy

translations: Mausi - mouse, Hündin - bitch

Schmidt came to your room as he always did, quietly making his way in fifteen minutes after midnight, when not a single person onboard was awake - except for the two of you. You kept the lights off, more so because of how late it was rather than just wanting some privacy. Your head tucked neatly on top of your pillow, your back facing the door as you waited for him to arrive.

He always liked to be sweet on you before jumping into anything too crazy. Taking his shoes off at the door so they wouldn’t track through your room and unzipped his suit, stepping out of it so he was in just his undershirt and boxers, crawling into your bed and under the covers, pulling you close to him as he kissed your cheek and jaw. You enjoyed the feeling of his bare legs on your own - his soft thighs pressed against you with your feet tangled at the bottom of the bed.

“You smell nice,” He noted, his nose grazing across your hair before you rolled onto your back, staring up at him in the dark. “Did you shower?”

Schmidt’s question only made you laugh, your hands finding his face through the dark, running your right thumb across his cracked lips while your other stroked his face. You grinned and let out a squeak when you felt his teeth nip at your thumb.

“Of course I showered, I worked all day in the medbay,” You explained, shifting a bit under him so you were laying up higher on your bed, face closer to his, “That and I wanted to get ready for you.”

Your bold statement took Schmidt back a bit, his head leaning back to look down at you more, a puzzled look on his face, although his smile still toyed at the corner of his mouth. “Get ready for me?” He repeated, making sure he heard you correctly. “Is there something I should know?”

At first you thought of teasing him, making him guess as to why you got so freshened up for him, but the nerves that coiled in your stomach hardly let you take the initiative you knew you’d have to before things got too heated.

When you sat up, pushing him to lay on his back while you straddled his lap, Schmidt’s mouth hung open, trying to gather his thoughts while he sat back into your pillows that you had on your bed, staring up at you.

“I wanna do something else tonight. Something we haven’t done yet,” You explained, slowly rocking your hips against him. You smiled and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and off him, tossing it onto the ground beside your bed. Your hands ran up his stomach, then his chest, before placing your hands on his neck and leaning to his ear, lips pressing against him. “I want you to fuck me tonight, Ernst.”

The moan that escaped him surprised him more than it did you. He hadn’t expected to hear that, nor the filth that came out of your mouth. You were always polite, respectful - if Schmidt were to really think about it, he probably had only ever heard you swear once, and he never let you live it down.

“Shit!” You gasped, the medicine vial slipping from your hand and falling to the floor, crashing down onto the tile and cracking, the contents spilling onto the floor.

Before it soaked through anything and made a bigger mess, you dropped to your hands and knees to wipe it up. Moving quickly, you cleaned up the mess and threw away the soaked rags, leaning back on your heels, lifting your clipboard for inventory off the ground beside you and made note of the accident and loss of the vial.

“Such filth, what would the doctor say if he heard you?”

The scream that escaped from you only made Schmidt smile wider, your body jumping out of your skin as you dropped the clipboard, clutching at your chest as you closed your eyes, catching your breath before looking at him and lifting your clipboard back up, swinging it at his legs and smacking him.

“Ernst! Why do you have to do that?” You whined, your head craning to look up at him while he hovered above you, his fingers finding your hair and playing with it, twirling it in his fingers. You could feel your cheeks growing red at his gentle touch, but still kept your eyes on him.

“It’s so easy to scare you, you know that?” He loved sneaking up on you. When you were working in the medbay and in your own medical thoughts. He especially loved how sexually frustrated you got with him, yet still with all his suggestive moves, still never made a move on him. “Do I frighten you, mausi?”

You felt his fingers run across your jaw, holding you in place as you stared up at him, his thumb brushing against your lips before he daringly pushed it between your lips and into your mouth. At this point his pupils were blown, the honey-colored irises darkened.

It was bold of him to push his luck with you, always doing something new to make you squirm under him. You were so innocent, so kind, giving him the time of day when others didn’t. Perhaps that’s what made him adore you so much...not just how sweet you were in general, but the way you made him feel. Safe, like he wasn’t as bad as everyone else made him to be.

His thumb tasted like the station’s generic soap in your mouth, although it wasn’t bad. It was bitter, yes, but it was faint and you were so lost in the moment that you didn’t care to have the taste in your mouth. You kept your eyes locked on him, watching as his mouth gaped open, watching you contently as he pressed his thumb deep into your mouth. What you did next not only surprised him, but yourself as well.

Your cheeks hollowed around his thumb and the moan that escaped your throat vibrated against his thumb, shooting up his hand and through his body. You sucked on his thumb carefully, shyly as you weren’t entirely sure if you were doing this right - but Schmidt’s own reaction was enough to keep you going.

And every reaction after that kept you going. You had never dated someone, at least not serious enough to do anything with. You never felt comfortable enough to go far with someone, always too nervous or shy with your own body to do much more than kiss. But Schmidt was different, he brought something out in you that you never thought was there.

“Are you sure?” He asked, feeling your lips press against his cheek, falling down his jaw before sucking on his sweet spot, a groan escaping him as his hands sank into your waist, guiding you as you continued to rock your hips against his growing cock. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anyth-”

“Ernst.” You groaned, pulling back to look at him. Your movements stopped which only displeased Schmidt, his hands gripping you tighter to try and get you to move again to relieve the pressure before you pressed your hands flat to his chest, pushing you back onto the bed and hovered over him.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll get Volkov in here too.” You threatened and if you weren’t Schmidt’s precious thing, he would have ruined you then and there.

But the comment got you what you wanted, and gave Schmidt the confirmation he needed to know just how much you wanted it. In one swift motion, Schmidt grabbed you and settled you on your back in your bed, switching positions so he was above you now.

“Is that it? You want that hündin to come in here and fuck you?” He wiggled his way in between your legs, keeping them spread open while he ran his right hand down your thigh, pressing his fingers against your cunt above your underwear, “You think he’ll be gentle with you? Or is that what you want, to not be treated nicely?”

You whined when you felt his fingers rub against you, your legs pressed into Schmidt’s sides as he continued. When you felt his fingers push aside your underwear, you tensed for a moment before gasping at the feeling of his index and middle finger pushing inside you, filling you up.

“My god you’re tight,” He panted, continuing to hit his fingers inside of you while his thumb rubbed at your clit. “I don’t think I’ll fit in you, mausi, I’m gonna be too big for you. Maybe Volkov is the one who should do this-”

“No!” You cried, shaking your head as legs wrapped around Schmidt’s waist, his free hand holding onto your thigh to keep you close. “No, I want you. I only want you.”

The tears in your eyes, not out of fear or sadness - but just because of the intensity of everything, made Schmidt frown, realizing perhaps he had gone too far with his joke. Slowing his fingers to a stop, pulling them out of you to hold your other thigh, Schmidt leaned down and kissed away your tears.

“Liebling, I’m sorry - was I being too harsh?” He pressed himself against you, laying on you while he comforted you, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You shook your head, feeling his calloused thumbs now move and wipe your tears away. You weren’t upset at all, at least not with him. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach became too much for you. It was the feeling you always got when you and Schmidt did stuff, but mixed with your nerves now of going all the way, you just couldn’t hold anything back.

“I know, I know. I just-”

“We don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m fine stopping and we can just lay in bed,” He moved your face to his, pressing his forehead against your own. You could feel his glasses slipping down his nose and resting on you, causing you to smile, “I want you to be ready to do this.”

You nodded, crinkling your nose at the weight of his glasses falling onto you before he smiled and pulled back, noticing how his glasses were and set them on your nightstand, his hands moving to your hair when he returned back to his position on you, stroking your hair.

“I want this, I do. I’m just, nervous, I guess.” You admitted, laughing a little while he bent down to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll go slow, okay? You just tell me if there is something you need me to do.”

And he did, he went so slow - painfully slow at times. But he wanted you to cherish the moment, and he wanted to cherish the moment with you. He was the one you were letting take away something so special and pure. He was the one you were going to let ruin you. He could be a dick, but with something like this, he knew it wasn’t something he could take advantage of.

He had seen you naked before, but he still wanted to take his time undressing you, pressing kisses along your breasts, stomach, and then thighs as he made his way lower down you. As he pulled your underwear off, he smiled and sat up, holding onto them in his right hand to show you before tossing them with his clothes that were now equally discarded onto the floor.

“I’m keeping those.” He stated, moving back up to adjust himself in between your legs, getting ready to finally press himself into you.

You weren’t creeped out by the mention of him keeping your underwear, but you did laugh, smiling against his lips when he kissed you before pulling away. “Why are you keeping them?” You asked, looking at him strangely.

“Keepsake, for tonight.”

His wink your way only made you roll your eyes, you let him wrap your legs around his waist, feeling him sit up a bit. “You’re weird.”

“Yes, well, you love it.” And you hummed in response, smiling as he lined himself up at your entrance. You had seen in dozens of times, but in that moment you were too scared to look - knowing that it was going to hurt at first, and you didn’t want to sike yourself out.

“I’ll go slow, okay? It’s going to hurt at first, but it’ll feel good eventually,” He paused and rubbed your thighs, watching as you nodded, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course...always.” You promised, your hands gripping the sheets of your bed.

Schmidt nodded and leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours for a moment before adjusting himself back up in between your legs. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed himself in you, groaning at how painfully tight you were. God, I’m going to ruin her.

He took a deep ragged breath as he settled fully in you, looking up towards you face to make sure you were doing okay. You had your eyes closed, face squished as if you were trying to not make a noise.

“Hey, look at me,” Schmidt whispered, reaching up to hold your face. You opened your eyes slowly and blinked away the tears, “Keep your eyes on me, okay? I’m not going to hurt you.”

And what he meant was that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. He wouldn’t let his own pleasure overtake your own and ruin this for you. It took everything inside of him to not rut in you like a dog in heat, but he went slow because he cared about you - whether he said it to you enough or not.

You kept your eyes on Schmidt, your right hand finding his left that was on your cheek and squeezing his hand. You knew the pain was dulling down, now that he was in you completely, you could only hope the pleasure that would come after would mask the pain.

When Schmidt began to slowly thrust in and out of you, moaning from how tight and wet you were, you squeezed your legs around him. Your head fell back into the pillows as you moaned out, only causing Schmidt to pick the pace up a little.

“Does it feel good, liebling? Am I making you feel good?” He whispered, grunting when he felt you squeeze around his dick, “You keep doing that and I’m going to not be able to last much longer.” He teased.

Your lips pulled into a thin smile, back arching as he continued to hit in you, the pain finally turning to pleasure and you began to enjoy it. “You feel so good, Ernst, please don’t stop.”

Ernst. God, did you have to make his name sound so sexy? He leaned forward and latched onto your breast, suckling at your left nipple before moving to your right. While your left hand was still latched to the sheets, your other found it’s way to his hair, your fingers tangling through his dark locks. You didn’t mean to pull at his hair, but you were surprised when he didn’t hiss in pain, but rather groan in pleasure.

You smiled when he pulled up, looking down at you with his lips wet from saliva, forehead damp from sweat. His pupils were blown like your own, his body pressing down against you once again as he kept going in you.

“Please, Ernst, don’t slow down. I-I think I’m close.” You rushed, feeling your toes curl and your stomach coil tightly. It felt like something was burning in you, but not in painful way - in a pleasurable way. You had had orgasms before, but it was never like this.

And Schmidt didn’t slow down. He kept sure to be gentle, but quickened his pace, his own orgasm on the rise as he felt his dick twitch in you. “I’m not gonna stop, I-, fuck!”

He sat up quickly to his knees, moving his hands back down to your thighs to hold onto as he reached his high with you. When you moaned out, crying out his name before collapsing back into the bed, he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would be in the same boat as you.

Pulling out carefully, Schmidt stood up from the bed and wrapped his hand around his dick, pumping slowly while you sat up and onto your knees, still trying to catch your breath before you opened your mouth wide. If he wasn’t so drunk off you and the moment, he probably would have let you rest - but you were so eager to swallow him and the look in your eyes made him feel so good inside, like he was your everything.

You didn’t have to do much besides let your mouth be his sleeve, warming him until you felt his load spurt into your mouth and down your throat. When grabbed the back of your head, keeping you still on him until he came down, he pulled back slowly, watching you swallow. There was a little that fell from your mouth and he swiped it away with his thumb, watching you turn and give his thumb a kitten lick.

Schmidt smiled and and caressed your face afterwards, “You did so good. How are you feeling?” He asked, helping you up off the bed and towards your bathroom so the two of you could clean up. You held onto him the entire way, your legs still wobbly from the sex.

“I feel like I just got off a really intense fair ride,” You admitted with a laugh, looking up at him before smiling sincerely, “But it was good. Really good.” You leaned into his touch when he kissed your forehead, humming quietly before climbing into the shower with him.

Schmidt took his time with you, carefully washing your body and making sure to clean you up but not overstimulate your sensitive spots. He enjoyed washing your hair staring at your face as you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. He especially enjoyed when you insisted on washing his back, feeling your hands massage at the knots in his back from work.

When the two of you finally cleaned up, making your way back into your bed for the night, Schmidt pulled you close to his chest, kissing the back of your head. In that moment he knew that you weren’t just any girl, but his girl - and he could only hope that one day that his own insecurities would allow himself to tell you how he felt, how you weren’t just a play thing for him, but something more.

And as you fell asleep, you dreamt of a future off the station, when the energy crisis was solved and you were back home, back home and with Schmidt by your side.

[rumblelibrary]

"How many times can you look me in the eye and lie to me?" Also with Ernest, break my heart please 💔, I need like angry and broken Ernest

“How many times can you look at me in the eye and lie to me” - with Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: masturbation, mention of attempted murder

I wasn't ready to write this and when I was, I still wasn't.

Ernst smiled at you, he just woke up to find you laying beside him like very morning, his little corner of paradise, your silky nightgown clinging sensually around your shape, that amazing curve of your body always getting him more and more turned on.

“Good morning, Ernst”

You said to him and he smiled happily whispering it back to you.

“Oh, looks like Dr Schmidt is more awake than you”

The way you giggled and nicknamed his dick would have made him blush if he wasn’t so aroused by your presence.

“Get naked for me, I don’t have time”

You pouted but then you obliged as you stood on the bed slowly giving him a strip tease, you even hummed the music waving your body in front of him.

Your voice only rang through him, the way you sang was pure poetry.

You swayed from side to side as the silk slipped off your skin like water, you picked a moan as you touched over your body as he pumped himself nicely.

“Fuck, show me your ass”

He cursed as he went immediately hard on himself, he was hungry, needy for you and yet he didn’t have time to fully give into the pleasure.

You obeyed, you rolled your hips turning around as your panties made their way down your ass and quickly precipitated to your ankles before being kicked out of the way.

The way your hands moved, the moans that escaped you as your hands travelled between your legs gifting pleasure to yourself.

Ernst was thrown into a very fast orgasm against his own stomach while staring at you.

“Your breakfast is ready now”

You smirked as he chuckled “I hope not this one” he said pointing at his chest as you giggled jumping off the bed.

“I need the calculation for this”

You nodded providing him the answer in a moment, you worked side to side and you were his right arm, always helping him.

“So? How long is it going to take freak?”

Volkov voice made you roll your eyes.

He annoyed you like hell, but he really took a tool on Ernst.

Don’t let him get into you

You typed it on the computer for Ernest to see. He now needed to be focusing on the task ahead instead of the teasing, he pushed his glasses further on the bridge of his nose as he looked up at the screen ignoring the Russian.

Thank you he typed back to you

;) your answer

Nevertheless, the experiments kept failing and you kept working tirelessly with him. Where it was the error? What could it be?

“Ernst, I brought you something to eat” Lin said as she came to the control room and stared up at you for a moment, you leaned your head on side, you glared at her but smiled, it wasn’t even polite as a smile, it was just circumstantial.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need it”

You said it quite harshly earning a look from Ernst that made you turn around and go back to your calculations.

“Forgive her” Ernst said for you and Lin shrugged “I am worried for you” she whispered to him “you’re getting too much into this, it is not healthy, do not listen to Volkov but I need you to be awake and ready more than anyone, you’re our only physic here”

He chuckled lightly “the one who could survive here among you crazy heads” he joked as you looked back at them interacting and frowned lightly.

That evening he was applying some cream to ease the bruise Volkov left on his face after last experiment.

“That man should have been checked, with such a temper he shouldn’t be allowed on the mission” you mumbled as you stared at him while programming the dinner on the big screen to be delivered. Usually you would fetch it but the beating accident pushed Ernst to be asked to go to his rooms earlier than usual.

“I know, but I gave him his fair share and it is good like this. We are all stressed on board, Lin taught me this word which means actually stressed because of the pressure due on the mind, I need to ask her again about it”

“You like her, don’t you?”

You asked it like a firing shot, he rolled his eyes “please, not again with it”

You frowned as he dismissed always that topic but you hated it.

“You think she is more attractive than me?”

“That is not possible” he just said and you looked down at your floral shorts and top coord pyjama.

You looked back at the screen as you downloaded the exercises he had been prescribed before leaving the Earth to keep his back and neck healthy after so many hours on the computer.

“Would you fuck her?”

He glared at you “I said it is a closed topic”

You sighed nodding lightly, you nibbled your bottom lip but just carried on with the evening.

It was like an accident, Volkov was checking the oxygen reserve as always when he started to feel dizzy. He frowned as soon as he realised he rushed to the door. There was a leak. But when he rushed to the door it was locked and not even the code worked to open it.

He really thought it was the end but Lin saw him and with the help of Kiel managed to get him out of there.

Volkov didn’t speak to anyone for the rest of the night.

But Ernst knew perfectly who he had to talk to.

When he came to his quarters and locked the door you were wearing a nice deep blue dress, one of his favourites with off shoulders and a tight skirt, the dinner was ready for him to eat and some soft music playing in the background.

“You’re out of your mind”

He only said that and you looked at him confused “What? Why? Don’t you like salmon?”

“Don’t you play innocent with me Y/N, I saw the codes, you hacked the door, a clean job but you should know I can find your ID print anywhere, even behind the electricity system”

You frowned “I probably messed up, what door got blocked?”

He laughed out loud smacking his hand loudly over his forehead “How can you even be such a liar? Killing Volkov won’t solve anything”

You frowned as he spoke like that “He beat you Ernst”

You said it finally after a long silence “he handles you in that way and punches you and threatens you constantly, I can’t see him do this for more years”

“Killing him is not the solution”

“I was just trying to protect you!!” You screamed to him.

He stood straight in front of you, cringe colouring his features as you stared at him helplessly.

“What do you even know about protection? You’re not even -“

“I love you, that’s what I know”

He looked at you as you said that, the disgust on him turned to pain and then to rage.

“Take it back”

“No”

“I said” he came closer to you, his voice tone lowering “Take it back, now”

You shook your head as you felt tears forming in your eyes, your chest starting to hiccup as you tried to hold back the fear and the sadness of his reaction.

You daydreamed so much of him telling you that little ‘I love you too’.

And yet, here you’re.

“Ernst”

“No, no Ernst, this is over”

You paled up as he moved past you taking his tablet.

“Ernst, but it is true, I love you, I swear, it is love” you said, your voice trembling as your tears started to roll down your cheeks “Every day, you’re my only thought, you’re what I live for, I live to see you smile at me, to see you happy, to see that little quirky smirk you do when all the analysis work. The way you look at me when we are alone, the way you smile at me, share things with me. That’s all I wish for. Please. Please Ernst. You have to believe me”

“Liar.” His answer was dry, filled with anger and disgust, his eyes not even gracing you.

“I am not lying, I can’t lie to you. Ernst. I beg you, talk to me”

“How many times can you look at me in the eye and lie to me??” He shouted at the top of his lungs taking his dinner plate with his free hand and smashing it on the wall in front of him.

“Ernst” yours was a whisper, his name your only reason to live left as fear was now dominating you “please”

He glared at you, jaw clenched, hand locked into fists so tight that his knuckles were white.

He pressed something on the tablet that he still clenched on his side and on the big screen in the room that usually projected a night skyline for dinner appeared a red notification:

Are you sure you want to interrupt the hologram?

Yes - No

You stared at the screen as you closed your eyes, tears rolling even more down your cheeks.

“I love you Ernst”

“You’re not supposed to love, Y/N” his voice betraying the pain simmering after that mask of rage you know too well by now.

The tap of his finger on the tablet screen the last thing you heard before being caged back into your code.

[cazimagines]

Ernst Schmidt + grinding/dry humping while making out (thanks and congrats!)

Thank you!

The day had been long for the both of you, hours of non-stop working on mechanics, even though that wasn't in your profession. Both of you hardly knew what to do but following the complicated 'engineering for dummies' book, you were able to pull through.

Afterwards, you two dragged yourselves back to your bedroom. It was a simplistic design, minimalism, but designed for a couple. Both you and Ernst considered yourselves lucky you were able to attend this mission together, your other crewmates having to leave everyone they loved back at home.

Ernst falls upon the chair with a grunt, holding his head in his hand to try and stop the swarming pain within it. He sighed as he opened his eyes slightly, to look in pain at the drinks cabinet across the room.

"Y/n..."

"I'm on it" you mutter, already knowing what he was going to ask.

You reach into the cabinet and pull out a decanter, pouring two glasses full for you and Ernst.

Holding one in each hand you carefully walk back over to him, and you were just going to hand his over, but then you got the compelling thought to sit upon him instead. Ernst was already manspreading so it wasn't too hard for you to sit upon his thigh, your legs draped either side of him.

Ernst pulled his head away from his hand to raise an eyebrow at you curiously, but neither of you says anything. You pass him his drink, and neither of you says anything as you look into the eyes of each other as you drank. At some point, his hand had snaked around your back, holding you there as he finished off his glass.

When you two had placed them upon the side, his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, and then he leaned forward, pressing against you. Almost on instinct, you moved your hip upon his thigh. His body tensed, his hand on your back pushing you harder urging you to continue your movements as he ravaged your mouth with his tongue.

Your hips continued to move, and due to the fact you had elected to only wear your suit, and nothing under, your wetness seeped onto his thigh making him groan. The fingers on your back dug in deeper as you started to let out little moans between the gaps of when you kissed as the sound of your voice was electrifying to Ernst.

Within the blink of an eye, he had lifted you off his knee, pulling his lips away from you to turn you around so that your back was pressed against his. His hips instantly thrusted into your rear and you could feel his erection press up against the material of your clothes. His hot breath was upon your neck and his lips came down to tug on your ear while his hands groped your chest tightly.

He continued to grind against you, occasionally muttering in German from the way you would push back of him, and as he held onto you tightly he started thrusting upon you, groaning at the movement. Clearly, this day had lead to a lot of pent up frustration.

As he felt himself getting increasingly nearer, he had to pull away from you, grasp your hand tightly and pull you towards the bedroom.

[hope-to-hell]

Fuck, he’s a wild thing with Shepard’s hum like fire in his veins. Every cell is crying out to make, to create. You feel it too, don’t you, sweet? Lord knows I’m going to make a mess of you.

Okay. Okay. That’s it, that’s perfect, right here in the control room with that lavender hum against the glass, like those lightning balls we played with as kids— press your hand against the glass and watch the current crawl across it. Only— only— this is your whole self against the glass, feeling that buzz across your face, your chest, everything that’s touching and so much of you is touching.

He knows, Schmidt does, in the way that deer follow water; he finds himself giving in to the instinctive drive to claim, to fuck, to breed. He feels that need to bury his teeth in the back of your neck and so he does. And his words are muffled by the grip he had on you but the sentiment is clear. Mine. Mine to have. Mine to breed. Mine to keep.

By the time he got you bare, his own clothes were beyond him so he’s still in those scratchy coveralls; you’ll have a zipper-shaped bruise along the curve of your ass, right beside the teeth marks and adjacent to those fingertip bruises. Every mark deepens his claim and you know he’s gonna fuck his scent into you so deep you’ll never get it out.

Mine, like I said. And doesn’t it feel good to take me, sweet? He feels it too, this need beyond need; Shepard’s hum is in his blood, his bones; he’s following its sound into your core and crying out somewhere between a growl and whine because it pulls come out of him in ribbons and still he’s hard. And it’s like that for minutes or hours or days more; you come and pull him after, or else it’s the other way around. And still the violet hum has him pinned inside you; it says give and take and take and take.

He’ll take everything but it’ll be with your yes in his ears, with slick and come mingling and making the most obscene sounds as he moves. It’s not like him but it’s not unlike him either; that fire is always just below the surface, that fierce and biting need, but now it’s free, it’s out, and he has his claim on every part of you.

[bruhlsbees]

paradox burning ; 1/5 || ernst schmidt x fem!reader

summary: after the fight between volkov and schmidt, you comfort schmidt in his quarters

pairing: ernst schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: over the clothes touching

word count: 4,666

taglist: @itsametaphorbriansblog

a/n: if you haven't read the preview i would suggest reading that first to understand the vibe of their relationship better!! chapter two will be up tonight!! just wanted to get this out as i've been lacking content these past few days since i've been celebrating my birthday. hope you enjoy and as always if you want to be added to the tag list let me know!

“TAD throttle control, 8636. Line secure.”

Mother Mary be with us...be with Mama and Papa and sissy and Joe.

“Accelerator system status?”

Father give us the strength today, for we have dove into the depths of space to restore humanity as we know it.

“It’s holding for pre-ignition.”

Look after everyone down below on Earth - for times are dark and the sun does not appear to be rising anymore.

“Shepard team, you are go for countdown.”

I pray that you forgive all of our sins, Father, as we have learned our lessons and strive to move forward in honoring thy.

“We’ve all got our fingers crossed here at Mission Control. Let’s make this first one count.”

And help guide us through these troubling times and help everyone remember why we are up here.

“Status boosters?”

Is this Hell, Father?

“Go.”

Have you damned us all to Hell?

“The GNC?”

To pay for our sins?

“Go.”

Tell me, Father...

“Power up.”

Are we damned?

“Commander, Shepard team standing by for your go.”

Perhaps we are and this is where are days will end.

“On my count…”

Among strangers and empty.

“Three…”

Away from family...

“Two…”

Away from friends…

“One…”

Alone in our own thoughts.

“Mark.”

God, help us all.

TWO YEARS LATER

You awoke with a start. Gasping for air as you tugged at your tank top, as if the thin material was suffocating you. Not giving yourself time to process what had happened, you threw your legs out from under the warm covers and let the cool air hit your bare legs, your elbows resting on your knees with your head in your hands, catching your breath.

This was the second week in a row now that you’ve woken up from a nightmare. Drenched in sweat and tears spilling from your eyes. It was always a reimagine of the previous one. If you dreamt of your father dying one night, the next it would be your mother. This night, it was your own life that you dreamt slipping away. Your finger pads swiped away the tears that fell down your cheeks before sliding onto the cool flooring, clasping your hands together to begin and pray.

“In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit…” You began, crossing yourself as you settled on your knees, eyes closed and hands squeezed together tight. “Heavenly Father I ask that you watch over Mama and Papa...sissy and Joesph, and all those back home,” You cleared your throat, choking down the tears as you continued on once more. “We have been onboard for over two years and I miss everyone dearly. I hope to speak with them soon as Joesph is teaching Mama and Papa how to use video call.”

Even with all the photos that you had around your room, all the videos that you had programmed in to watch whenever you pleased, you were beginning to forget simple things - like how they smelled, the warmth of their hugs, and how they always tried to pawn your younger siblings onto you. You were always so mad babysitting them, losing out on time with your friends, but now...now you wished that you had the chance to babysit them, to be with them once again.

“Father, I ask that you forgive me for my sins, guide us through this mission, and take us home. All of us. Let this mission go well, and we can save Earth. Amen.”

You crossed yourself a final time, bringing your cross necklace from your chest where it sat and to your lips, kissing the gold piece of jewelry before standing up from the floor.

This was an everyday routine for you. Waking up, saying your morning prayer, taking a shower, and being down for breakfast by 08:00. It was early, you knew that, but you enjoyed having the calmer moments before everyone else woke up.

When you entered the bathroom, you went straight to the shower, turning the handle to let the warm water spute out. You were tired, swaying gently in your stance as your eyes grew heavy. The sudden spitting of water struggling to get out woke up, making you jump as you watched the water pressure went from weak to strong.

You pushed down your shorts from that night, pulling your tank top above you, and stepped out of your shorts, dropping the tank top on the floor before stepping into the shower. You were pleasantly greeted by the hot water, sighing as it hit your back and began easing the tension in your muscles.

Morning showers for you were always dangerous - either it could go very well and you’d be out in minutes, or it could go bad and you’d end up falling asleep leaning against the wall. On this particular morning, after dreaming of your own death, you did not wish to fall asleep again, scared of what could come from your slumber. You quickly washed yourself off, massaging your scalp as you washed your hair before taking the toothbrush you kept in the shower, opening up the tube of toothpaste, and began brushing your teeth.

It was such a mundane routine - almost finding it boring the longer you were onboard. Perhaps it was your schedule that was down to the second of when you did things. You never were one to be so particular about your schedule, having one so precise, but after a year of pure chaos on board, a mundane routine is what kept your little sanity still hanging.

When you were finally ready for the day and changed into your suit, you slid on your shoes and pulled your hair back into a low bun, tucking some of the loose pieces of hair behind your ear before heading out of your room and down the hall, going towards the common room to join the others for breakfast.

By the time you made it down to the common room, you were only the third to arrive - Mundy and Acosta beating you to it.

“Well look who finally decided to wake up!”

From your spot at the bagel machine, you looked over into the game room where Mundy and Acosta stood playing foosball, Mundy looking all too proud - indicating that he perhaps was winning. On the other hand, Acosta looked tired, almost too tired to be playing a game of foosball so early with Mundy.

Letting out a laugh, you shook your head and turned your attention back to the bagel, sighing once it finished before pulling it out from the machine and placing it on your plate. You truly didn’t understand how half the stuff you consumed was edible, but you supposed it beat other things you’ve seen those in space eat.

Taking a seat in your spot at the table, your back facing Mundy and Acosta, you brought the bagel to your mouth and took a bite, maybe a little bigger than what was more polite, but you didn’t care, you were starving.

It was the Commander who came in next, greeting everyone with a morning as he got his own breakfast before sitting across from you at the other end of the table. When the two of you locked eyes, you nodded, continuing to chew your bagel before looking down, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you had a shit night.

You were pleased when Commander didn’t seem to notice, glancing occasionally into the lounge room where Mundy and Acosta continued to play foosball, Acosta finally gaining the upper hand on Mundy for once.

One by one the rest of the crew began to show: Volkov, Tam, Schmidt, before eventually Hamilton joined as well. When Schmidt came in, walking beside Tam speaking in Mandarian about what you assumed to be something related to the Shepard power accelerator. As the two sat down with their breakfast, Schmidt looked over your way, his mouth twitching into a smile before his attention fell back to the screen pad in front of him that Tam was holding.

You listened in on their conversation, picking out what you could understand through the technical language the two spoke on. As a medical crewman, you weren’t familiar with all of the technology onboard, only the ones related to the medbay that you primarily worked in. You went to school for medicine, exceeding expectations in your classes, and found yourself working for military hospitals since. It came as a surprise to you when they asked if you’d like to be a part of the Cloverfield station. What business did you have going up in space?

When you told your family about the news, they were proud, no doubt, that their eldest child would be going into space to directly help with the ongoing energy crisis. It was evident how proud they were of you, but also how worried with you going into space. You lived with your parents and younger siblings your entire life, leading up until your departure for the Cloverfield station. Separating from your family was hard, and having them not understand how to work even something as simple as a video call hurt more.

Your sister, Mila, would be sixteen now - learning how to drive and preparing for her final days in school before going into higher education, if that’s what she wanted. Your brother, Joseph, would be twenty-three now, doing who knows what with his young man mind. You hoped he wasn’t getting into trouble, or knocking some girl up...although the idea of having a little niece or nephew to come home to didn’t sound all that bad.

But your parents, how were they doing? They were older, growing slower as the days went on. Were they still making it through all of this? You assumed Papa was still running the family shop downstairs, selling candies to the little children of Lapovo - whatever children were left in Lapovo that is.

Mama though, how was she doing? You couldn’t imagine how worried she was, probably baking her troubles away in the kitchen. You missed waking up to her cooking, smelling the sweetness of baklava and sarma. She always wrote you letters while you were away either at school or on the military base that was outside of Lapovo where you worked. Now that you were in space though, sending letters just didn’t happen.

Perhaps tonight you’d try and see if Joseph was online and able to chat.

Everything had been going peaceful that morning, which you enjoyed after the sleep you poorly had. That is until Volkov finally spoke up.

“Six hundred and ninety-four.”

Looking up from your bagel and to your left where he was at, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as Volkov screwed the water bottle back closed, making his way over to the table to join the rest of you.

“Six hundred and ninety-four days I’ve kept our O2, CO2, N2, hydrogen, water vapor and methane at optimal levels.”

Congrats, what did he want, a fucking cookie?

You watched as Volkov stood on the other side of the table in front of Schmidt, almost directly talking to him. There was always something going on between the two of them, and quite frankly it annoyed the living shit out of you. You felt like a mother some days, scolding Schmidt for clearly egging Volkov on - him and his damn anger issues.

It was no different today, as Volkov began his tangent on whatever it was he was about to lay into you all, Schmidt was sitting across from him, a smirk on his face.

“You know how many pressure leaks we’ve had? Not one. No microbe overgrowth, nothing. You know why?”

“This is a long speech, Volkov.” Schmidt quipped, reacting in you rolling your eyes and pushing your plate forward, leaning back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest, wondering where this would be leading to next.

“Because I disinfect the decks every seventy-two hours.” It was Acosta to interrupt Volkov this time, stating that he was actually the ones to disinfect the decks. He was right, you couldn’t remember how many days you spent helping him, on your knees scrubbing at the decks.

It seemed finally everyone was growing annoyed with whatever Volkov was getting at, Commander Kiel finally stepping in and stating that if he had a point he wanted to make, he should make it now.

“There’s one part of this station. One part that is not working. This is interesting, do you know what part that is? The Sheppard Accelerator.” Volkov continued, not seeming to be in any rush to get out what he wanted to say.

In Mandarian, Tam finally intervened, claiming that eight billion were counting on us and asked what his point was. You could agree, what was this all about?

It was then that Volkov stated that he didn’t have a problem with Tam, but with Schmidt - ‘her German boyfriend’. You couldn’t help but snicker at the comment, clearing your throat just as quick, hoping nobody heard. But someone did, and it was Schmidt, giving you a look that screamed ‘you’re not gonna find that as funny later’.

Everything began to really go downhill from there, nobody seemed to be able to get to Volkov and stop him before he said even more that he would regret. Hamilton directed him to go back to his quarters only for him to snap back that she wasn’t his mother. Commander and Mundy even jumped in, trying to calm him down, but nothing worked.

“Two years on this ship, and this man has delivered nothing,” Volkov pushed on. You hadn’t noticed it until then, but Schmidt had moved from the table and was now standing only feet away from Volkov. You felt your heart begin to pound as you watched the two men. Two men with strong anger issues at only breakfast time, something more than just a disagreement on the way to erupt.

“Volkov, enough!” Schmidt snapped, glaring forward at him. “You need to think very carefully about what you’re saying.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you thought maybe, just maybe Volkov actually shut up for once. But that brief moment of silence was just that, and he was back to speaking, this time more quiet than before.

“We’ve both heard the reports,” Making his way closer to Schmidt, “Germany is preparing for war, Serbia taking alliances with Germany, and everyday that goes by more and more Russians are starving.” The comment made your heart stop for a moment. That was just a rumor, in all of your messages with Joseph, not once had he mentioned going to war alongside Germany to be true.

You didn’t know why you felt the sudden urge to cry, but you did. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you began to bite down at the skin around your nails, chewing away at the flesh until you tasted the iron of your blood. Nobody outwardly spoke badly to you, besides the occasional poorly landed joke from Volkov, but you couldn’t help but feel like an outcast, wondering if people really thought you were what Volkov said you to be.

By now Volkov was in Schmidt’s face, the two men radiating their own heated anger off one another, tension filling the room, making you feel like you did in your nightmare, suffocating. You pulled at the collar of your suit, taking the zipper and unzipping the front enough to get yourself feeling less trapped.

“Maybe you’re not in a hurry to get the Shepard working. Is that it? Are you stalling us to help Germany get the upper hand? What about you? What are you doing in the med bay alone, mixing something up for us to take? To slowly kill us?”

He laughed, he actually laughed when he looked at you, a shit-eating grin on his face.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. When Volkov turned back towards Schmidt, it was only half a second before Schmidt’s hand wrapped around Volkov’s throat, pushing him back before sending a punch across his face. Volkov was quick to regain his posture, grabbing at Schmidt’s own throat and shoved him back towards the corner, both men trying to pin one another against the wall.

When the scene unfolded, you stood up in shock, mouth gaped and you took a step to the side to try and do whatever you could to help, but felt someone grab your wrist. Turning, you looked down to see Tam’s hand before looking up at her, watching her shake her head ‘no’ and to just wait. And you did, it took everything in you to stick by her side, but you did wait.

Commander was the one to grab Schmidt, pinning him onto the table with his face squished onto the glass. Mundy, on the other hand, held Volkov in a choke hold, keeping him restrained while the Commander lectured the two men - one of which was still trying to get the last word in.

“Keep your mouth shut, Volkov!” The Commander finally boomed, causing the room to come to a standstill. “We have a job to do.”

The room finally fell silent, both men seeming to be relaxed enough for the Commander to think they were free to be broken from their restraints.

“Now, can you two get along for just one day without us having to pull you off of one another?” Moving back, you watched as Schmidt laid on the table for a moment, almost debating on if he wanted to go at it with Volkov again. He decided against it and finally stood up, fixing his shirt before shooting a glare towards Volkov, knocking past him and out of the common room.

You gave it a moment, smiling over at Tam when you felt her squeeze your hand. You nodded her way, squeezing her hand back before you quietly slipped away, moving down the hall quick to go and find Schmidt.

It took a while for Schmidt to really calm down, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if the Commander didn’t rush the test that you were all supposed to conduct that day. It was bad enough everyone was stressed, but having someone be stressed and pissed off just wouldn’t work. You could almost bet that the reason the outburst that morning even happened in the first place was because of the high tensions on board, especially leading up to the next test.

If this test failed, they only would have enough for three more tests. After that... well, they could kiss humanity goodbye.

It didn’t take long for you to find Schmidt, in his quarters struggling to get his suit on as the zipper seemed to be stuck. He was mumbling something in German and you couldn’t piece together what he was saying other than the occasional ‘fuck him’.

When you stepped inside his quarters, the door shutting behind you, he paused his moments, his hands on his zipper, not wanting to look at you. You took a hesitant step forward, not wanting to be on the other hand of his outburst, before stopping once you were only a foot away from him.

“If you’re here to tell me that I was an idiot, don’t bo-”

“I’m not here to call you anything, Ernst,” His cheeks grew red at the sound of his first name, his gaze glancing up at you, watching as you stared back - only instead of something angry, like he expected, your gaze was more somber, worried even, “I just came to make sure you were okay. Here, let me.”

You gently moved his hands away from the zipper of his suit, taking another step forward to pinch at his suit, tugging the fabric down to help the zipper not get bunched in the fabric. You could feel his ragged breath hit your forehead, his chest heaving as the zipper moved higher until your hand stopped above his heart.

His mouth twitched into a smile, feeling your head fall forward to rest against his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you as he pulled you in tighter for a hug, as if you could get any closer to him. His lips sat on your hairline above your temple, kissing you sweetly.

“You trust me, right?” Schmidt suddenly asked. He could feel you tense up in his arms and he pulled back, his hands resting on your arms, squeezing them, “I just, don’t want you to be wrapped up in the middle of whatever feud Volkov has with me. Tam already gets it enough and I just don’t want you to have that on yo-”

You stopped him with a kiss, smiling into it before pulling away, seeing his own smile on his face.

“I can handle myself, Schmidt...I’m not worried with what Volkov has to say,” You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist, “Volkov likes to get a rise out of anyone who gives him the time of day. It’s how he keeps himself busy on board.”

The joke seemed to land well with Schmidt, earning a laugh before you felt him begin to rock you both side to side. “But what’s this about Tam being your girlfriend?” You teased.

You grinned at the sight of him rolling his eyes at you, “You don’t have to be jealous about Tam, you know that she’s-”

“Who said I was jealous?” You asked, a smirk toying on your mouth. The two of you often were fond of teasing one another, poking at one another until the other grew red - then you’d smother the other in kisses to make up for the relentless teasing. “Do I need to be jealous of her? Is that why it takes you so long to come to my room at night, are you seeing her before you see me?”

You had pulled away from him midway, now seated on his cot. He was red in the face and gaping as he tried to intervene, but you kept talking.

“I mean, wow, Tam? I didn’t realize you were the type that liked to be dominated-”

It was your turn to be cut off, giggling when he moved across the room, pinning you down against his bed. You felt your heart begin to race, your own cheeks turning red as his face sat merely inches away from you, his large hand squeezing your wrist down beside your head onto his bed.

“You really like to get under my skin, don’t you?” He asked, squeezing your waist. Behind his glasses, you noticed his pupils were blown, his eyes dark. “Do you like seeing me mad, liebling? Does it get you hot and bothered when you see me wrapping my hand around Volkov’s throat? Do you wish that was you?” You felt his hand moving up your side, groping at you until his hand wrapped lightly around your throat.

His thick German accent, mixed with the sultry tone that was dripping from his tongue, made your stomach flip, the heat between your thighs pulsating. Biting down on your lip, your free hand moved up to grip at the collar of his suit, panting slightly.

“Maybe it does.”

Your simple quip seemed to do it for him. Feeling his body shift slightly, Schmidt hummed in though, his hand moving from your neck and down, pressing into your lower stomach, pawing almost at your body before squeezing his way down to your thighs, pulling one up so he laid in between your legs.

By now you were hot and bothered. Feeling him grab at you, call you the sweet German pet name adored to call you. You felt his breath against your neck, shivering slightly before letting out a sweet moan when his lips pressed against the side of your neck, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive spot he knew of.

But you knew now wasn’t the time. Right now you two needed to be with the other crew members to initiate the next jump. The last thing you needed was for someone to walk in and catch you and Schmidt doing, well - that.

“Schmidt...моја љубав...my love, we need to get back.” You withered your hand from his wrist and to his chest, pushing him back until he was staring down at you, a disappointed frown on his face. You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head at how childish he was acting.

“Oh, Ernst - come now, I’ll make it up to you later.” You leaned forward and pecked the corner of his mouth, rolling out from under him before standing up, smoothing down your suit as you walked to the mirror by his closet, looking at yourself in the mirror as you began fixing your appearance.

It wasn’t that you two were embarrassed of each other, no you two were smitten for one another and it was truly sick. You just knew that given the dire of your work, what everyone expected out of the two of you, flaunting your attraction could be seen as distracting.

But that was just it, you two weren’t even dating. You weren’t sure how it all started, but one day the constant pinning became more - and now a year later you were where you were now. Sneaking off at night to see each other, to lay in bed and hold one another. Once this was all over, you knew that you’d return home, would Schmidt go with you?

By now Schmidt was standing behind you, obviously aware of your state of mind, deep in whatever thoughts you were having. When you caught glances with him through the mirror, you blushed and looked away. At that point, you heard him laugh and move forward to help you fix your hair, smoothing the parts that stuck up and tucking the longer pieces behind your ear.

“You look beautiful as always,” He pecked your cheek and wrapped his arms around you, holding you in an embrace, “Do you want to go out first, or me?” He asked against your ear, letting the silence sink in between you two.

You wanted to suggest why not the both of you just leave together, but you knew now wasn’t the time to let a potential argument break out, especially given how sour his mood already was - and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“Why not you?” You finally said, reaching your hands up to squeeze his, “After all, you need to be down there more than me. Acosta and I are just there for moral support.”

Turning in his embrace, you looked up at him and smiled, leaning into his touch when he held your face, “Yes, well, I’d like to think of you as my good luck charm.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at his comment, “If that were true, we’d be off this ship by now.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Schmidt leaned forward and kissed your temple, “Maybe,” He mumbled against you, kissing you once more before pulling back, beginning to make his way towards the door, “Maybe you’re my good luck charm in the sense of keeping me from really doing something stupid.”

Your mouth twitched at the comment, not into a smile, nor a frown, almost like you winced. Besides Tam, you were probably one of the only people on board that completely trusted Schmidt. His temper left him to be rather difficult to be around at times, but perhaps he was right - maybe you were his soft spot, his good luck charm as he liked to say, because never has his temper ever gotten to you.

But there was still that sinking feeling in your stomach, as he headed out of his room and down the hall to meet with the others, leaving you standing alone in his quarters.

If this test were to fail - would Schmidt truly snap? Would you finally feel his wrath?

[bruhlsbees]

paradox burning - preview || ernst schmidt x fem!reader

summary: schmidt and reader share a tender moment during a checkup and reader processes the thoughts that plague her mind

pairing: ernst schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: soft moment shared between schmidt and reader, medical check up

word count: 1,176

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this upcoming fic!! i think schmidt is up there with favorite characters daniel has played so i'm excited to be writing this! :) similar to my other fic, garden of eden, this preview serves to establish the relationship before the first chapter - this does take place before the movie begins with them onboard the cloverfield station

“Your vitals seem to be stable, I don’t see anything out of the ordinary here.”

Closing your folder, you looked up once more at the screen in front of you, scanning over the lab results that came back for Schmidt before turning to him as he sat on the exam table. He seemed to be relieved to hear that - though he had no doubts about it. Tensions were already high on board the Cloverfield Station, the last thing anyone wanted to be told was that they were developing some sort of disease or had a broken bone.

Moving the stethoscope from around your neck, you placed the earpieces in your ears and picked up the resonator to place against his chest. Listening carefully at his heartbeat, you picked up no extra beats or unusual notes, nodding as you pulled the earpieces out and putting the stethoscope back around your neck.

“Everything seems to be in check with your cрце. I’ll be sure to let Commander Kiel know of your results. You’re free to go now.” You had expected him to leave just then, but he stayed, his head tilted to the side, a small smirk on his face.

“My what?” He asked, not knowing what you had said in Serbian. You realized it then and smiled, laughing lightly before motioning towards his heart, “Your heart.”

Catching your hand, Schmidt pulled it flat against his chest, above where his heart was. There was a smirk still on his face, waiting for your reaction. “Срце…” He repeated, his grip slipping down before his large hand wrapped around your delicate wrist. Schmidt enjoyed teasing you, watching you get red in the face as he tried to figure out what you were saying in your native tongue or just mess with the medical equipment that was laying out.

You hated to admit it, but you liked it when he teased you.

“For a German, your Serbian isn’t too bad.” You noted, your voice hushed as you felt your fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt that sat under his suit. Your eyes flickered up from your hand that was on his chest before up at him.

“I speak more than German.” You couldn’t help but let out a weak laugh, clearing your throat, “I never said that you didn’t. I was just stating the obvious.”

You watched as he moved your hand up to the side of his face, leaning into your touch. You bit down on your tongue, hard, to not make a squeak as the tension between the two of you began to fill the room.

“And what is this?” He questioned, his voice falling soft, his honey eyes staring up into your own.

“Лице…”

“Лице.” He moved your hand again, this time letting your fingers graze over his lips. You felt him just barely kiss them, his warm breath coaxing your skin.

“And this?” You noticed behind his glasses his pupils were blown, and his chest was beginning to heave slightly, as if this whole experience was getting him hot and bothered...little did you know though, it was.

“Усне.”

Before he could repeat you this time, you felt him move your hand away from his lips, pulling you closer to him, going to close the space between you. His eyes began to close, his lips parting when all of a sudden-

“Hey! How are the check-ups coming alo-”

In just milliseconds, you stumbled back, doing your best to not have obviously been mid-kiss before someone walked in on them. You cleared your throat and ignored as Schmidt tugged on the pants of his suit, adjusting his position on the exam table.

“Everything is going good, Acosta! Just finished up with Schmidt.”

Acosta didn’t seem to notice anything between the two of you, and if he did he chose to ignore it. He all but smiled, nodding at you before looking over at Schmidt, nodding once at him to acknowledge his presence in the room.

“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Good to see you Schmidt.”

With a weak smile, Schmidt nodded before standing up off the exam table, “If I’m good to go the-”

“Yes!” You interrupted, holding the folder tight in your hands, “Yes, I’ll give Commander Kiel your results and if anything changes I’ll be sure to let you know.”

You watched as Schmidt nodded, excusing himself from the room as both you and Acosta watched him leave. When Schmidt was gone and the door behind him ‘whooshed’ shut, Acosta turned and looked your way, a smirk on his face.

“And what was that about?” He asked, although it seemed he already knew the answer.

Feeling your neck grow hot, you shook your head, turning to place the file with the other completed check-ups, “Nothing,” You said casually, gathering up the files before glancing behind you at Acosta who was looking at you, a smirk on his face. Feeling your face grow hot now, you shook your head, “It was nothing!” You exclaimed, voice going high as you so desperately tried to deny what really had happened.

Acosta laughed, shaking his head before taking the files from you, “Okay...okay, I’ll take your word on it.” You dipped your head down, looking at your scuffed shoes, stumbling a bit to the side when you felt him suddenly nudge you.

“Come on, let’s go get dinner. I think you’ve deserved it after today.” Smiling, you nodded and walked beside him out of the medical room, out and into the common room where you’d join the others to eat.

Despite tensions being so high, it was nice to have moments like this where you could pretend that it was at least relatively normal. Forget that your jobs left you in a state that could either make or break the existence of Earth. Forget that you were getting nowhere with the project. Forget that you were down to enough fuel to make four more tests, before you indefinitely failed the sake of all humanity.

Was it good to pretend everything was okay around you? No, but if you didn’t, you’d be just like the others - constantly under stress and at each other’s throats. Some days it felt like you were the Cloverfield Station therapist, with all that you had to listen to. But you didn’t mind, it was nice to know that they trusted you to keep their worries and secrets locked up. However, it seemed that nobody ever seemed to return the favor to you, or ask if you were doing okay.

It would be nice, if someone asked you how you were holding up - then maybe they’d understand the battle that was going on in your head. How your head spun with violent thoughts and you went to bed crying and woke up already in tears.

You were dealing with too many wars - the one that plagued Earth, on the station, and in your mind. The thought that seemed to spiral in your head was when. When?

When would all this pain go away?

[rumblelibrary]

V, be prepared for me to send you a few through out the day 😁💕

To start off with, I had to go with some Ernst ones

"This isn't what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you" with Ernst 👀

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you” with Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader

V's Drabble Birthday Celebratio

Come for me Can <3 I am all yours!! Thank yo uno much for always inspiring me!

You stared at your screen intensely, hands with your fingers tangled together with your chin resting on top of them.

You had to stare at it or you would flip. Schmidt and Volkov, again at it. Yells and shouts filling the room as you just wanted to put an end of this. It wasn’t hard enough to not go home for the last two years. You even had to stand those two nagging at each other daily.

You looked up at Kiel shaking your head, you just slammed your hands on the table standing up and leaving, you needed to go back to your cabin, take a break, then come back when everyone was calmer. A failure put everyone on a bad moment, but those two were just looking for excuses to fight.

“Where are you going?”

Schmidt called out and you stopped a few steps from the door before turning around “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, where are you going? You’re also an engineer this idiotic mess falls on you too” The heavy silence the followed was nothing but alarming, you weren’t Volkov. He was aggressive and looking actively for confrontation, but not you. You walked your way back at him, head leaning on side as you arrived close enough to feel his body heat.

“Go on” you muttered, Volkov smirked because he fucked up big time. Volkov and you weren’t a close item, but he knew you enough to know how an attentive person you were, how much effort and care and borderline OCD check ups you did on everything.

Schmidt’s jaw clenched as he took off his glasses, like he expected a punch or something.

“I will repeat it for you to understand and I will make it simple” he said nodding slowly like a condescending teacher “This enormous machine cannot work if you don’t finally straight up that pull, I work tirelessly to give you all the informations and the datas but something in your magical duo of dumbasses doesn’t work and turns out, surprise surprise, that once more it is a mechanic failure”

Your eyes were blown with anger by now, blood pumping into your brain as you understood pretty clearly how easy it was the wish to strangle him.

“For your information” you interrupted him “mechanics is an exact science, if one thing doesn’t fit then it doesn’t work, as you said you give us the informations so maybe the fault lays upon the fantasy land your calculations live on" You just had to snap back at him, you glared at him before he said anything and moved to walk away again, just trying to put an end to that.

“This terrible mess is on you, and you know it”

“Okay, it is on me if it makes you sleep at night” you said without turning around and clapping your hands as you stepped out of the control room to your quarters.

“You’re behaving like an idiot”

“Fuck you”

Your answer was coming from the hallway by now, his brain was lost and he followed you instantly.

“Drop it Kiel, she will snap his neck if he keeps pushing her buttons” Volkov muttered behind Ernst’s back.

You were getting inside your room when you heard his fast pacing and how he put an hand to stop your sliding door from closing and forcing it open.

“Don’t dare to say that again” he growled closing the space between the two of you in the blink of an eye, the door closing behind him. “What? How incompetent you can be or fuck you?”

“Don’t swear, we are talking”

“Oh, you don’t like me swearing Daddy? What are you going to do? Tell Mom Ling that my potty mouth hurt your feelings? Are you putting me in timeout?”

His frown was evident as you kept pushing him like that, his hand flat on your stomach pushed you against the wall, a very terrible intimidation technique, you thought. “Stop it Y/N”

“I am not stopping Ernst, you have to learn to fucking respect other’s job, to keep that mouth shout and move on, until then you can fuck yourself out of my room”

He grasped your suit pulling you harshly and you slapped him by instinct, you didn’t mean to go physical, but the reaction was instinctive. He stopped like that for a moment looking up at you with fiery eyes

“Fuck you, then”

He hissed as he leaned in and closed the space between the two of you with a kiss, it wasn’t really a kiss, more like an hardcore battle of lips, teeth and tongues. None of you willing to let the other win.

The tables shifted and you were getting into a different kind of argument, your hands undoing his suit pulling the zip down in one motion while he didn’t care about it as much. His hand nested between your legs securely and begun rubbing you from over your clothes, he had to put extra friction on it, but he was damn good at it and you hated to give him the satisfaction of the early excitement you were feeling for him.

You whined softly as he smirked against your lips, that smirk grazing your skin made you wish to slap him again.

You put both of your hands onto his chest and pushed him off you and he stumbled back as you pushed him once more until his legs hit the back of the bed and he sat down. You stood straight between his legs wide spread while you undid your suit yourself pulling it down, it wasn’t a sexy strip tease, you were just getting naked, showing him what he wasn’t touching yet.

A smirk rose to your lips as his erection was evident by the time your last item dropped on the floor. “Somebody is eager” You smirked as you pushed him once more to lay on his back before straddling him pulling down his bottoms slowly pumping his hard on with your hand.

He cursed in German and you smirked “so you know how to curse too”

Your satisfaction into seeing him controlled by you like that was never-ending, you were naked like that, your wetness inviting him and yet you kept just pumping his cock.

Then you did it, you finally guided him inside you and he suppressed a loud groan in the pillow beside his face, your mouth opened as he was damn big and it was too long since you had sex last time.

You put your hands on his chest forbidding him to raise or sat up as you decided the pace moving your hips nice and good. He clearly was flustered too and it showed, you were really starting to enjoy yourself, his hands resting mildly onto your hips as you followed the waves of your own pleasure.

“Y/N” Volkov’s voice called out and you let Ernst go to lean over your bedside and press the button to lock the door “Are you alright?”

He asked and you quickly replied “Just needing some alone time”

That’s when you felt Ernst slip from underneath you getting behind you, one hand onto your shoulder, the other on your hip as he thrusted inside you.

You had to bury your face into the pillow to keep quiet as he didn’t give you time to adjust but just begun to fuck you for good, blowing the light away from you.

“Do you want to talk about it? Schmidt is an asshole, I didn’t think he would attack you too”

You moved your hand to tell him to slow down and he did, he put his hand on your chest making you stand on your knees, he buried still deep inside you as his other hand moved from your hip onto your clit rubbing it so nicely.

“No don’t worry, he is just a fucking idiot” you said earning more stimulation on your core and you just couldn’t help yourself with that provocation “I just need to take a shower and calm down”

“Fine, I will look up those sector A7 pipes”

“Perfect”

You said and muffled your pleasure as much as you could, as soon as Volkov steps left you Ernst pulled out and pushed you onto your back crawling between your legs as he resumed his hard fucking.

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you”

He stared at you as you said and a smirk opened onto his lips “Are you sure?”

His question remained unanswered, his hands onto you, his hips snapping so fast that you reached your orgasm biting his shoulder. It could be seen as you losing against him if he didn’t came few trusts after you.

He supported himself onto his arms as you stayed in that position for a moment, he slowly opened his eyes looking down at you.

The silent agreement simmering into the air.

“I need a fucking shower”