#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

100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!

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."

[rumblelibrary]

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

[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.

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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”

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Some fluffy reunion smut with Schmidt? Once he returns completely safe to a completely normal Earth? 👀🤣

I'm loving all the Schmidt requests I am getting, such an underated Daniel character!

You watched on TV as the shuttle fell down, fear in all the possibilities of what could go wrong. It could burst into fire at any moment, it could land in the ground where it wasn't supposed to. Flying into space, was so dangerous and every second it felt like your heart refused to beat due to nerves.

But as you watched, a smile broke out on your place as it landed safely. He was home, finally, he was home.

You barely stayed around to watch him emerge out of the shuttle, already grabbing your car keys to go and collect the man and bring him back to the place he belonged.

Due to being his girlfriend, you were able to get past the main crowd of people gathered, but still, you had to wait hours to see him as he was instantly pulled into many interviews, asking him lots of questions. You paced around the waiting room anxiously, walking up and down just dying to see him.

You were almost ready to barge through the office and demand to see him when he finally appeared in the doorway. He had been able to get dressed into some of his simpler clothes, but the man looked worn, and an emotional wreck, but as soon as his eyes laid upon yours, they sparked up joy to see you.

"Ernst" you whispered and ran, throwing yourself into his arms. He clung to you tightly, spinning you around as he cried out in joy, after years finally being able to hold you in his arms again.

Although hundreds of other people wanted to interview him, the two of you were able to push past them all as you guided him into your car, and eventually, you were able to get on the road and start the journey back.

At first, you talked to him about all he had missed while he had been up there, things that needed to get done, things that changed in your life and he listened intently, never stopping you for a minute but eventually, an hour into the ride he started to cry.

Your heart ached for him, knowing out of all his teammates, only him and one other had managed to survive what awful ordeal had gone up there. Though he was trying to hold himself together for you, the pain of losing those people struck him deeply and he couldn't hold back his tears any longer.

You pulled the car over and unbuckled your belt to pull him into a hug, clutching him tightly, not saying a word but just stroking his back in comfort. He cried into your shoulder for the next half an hour, tears streaking down his face but eventually, they stilled.

As he pulled away, his nose was red and he had dark eye bags but he smiled graciously at you, thanking you for letting him have that moment.

It was dusk when you finally arrived home with him, and he had to take a moment to look at his house, hardly believing he was back home, besides you. As the two of you got out of the car You went to grab your keys and open the door but he grasped your wrist. Pulling you closer to him, he hooked his arm under your legs and suddenly lifted you up, carrying you bridal style to the door.

Though it took a struggle, he was finally able to push the door open and carried you in. He didn't let you go once as he headed straight to the bedroom.

"Someone's eager" you joke as he carries you through the doorway, making him chuckle.

"I've been dreaming about this moment ever since I left. I've been gone from you for too long Schatz. It took all my strength to not jump on you the moment I laid eyes upon you"

He laid you down upon the bed, and you placed your hand upon his face, holding him near.

"Well, you have me now"

He groaned, his erection pressing up against his trousers and he knew he couldn't wait a second longer, he needed you. Now.

He pulled down your trousers and gently helped you tug your shirt off. You felt him remove his cardigan, shirt and jeans until you were both bare before each other. You both admired each other, for it being too long since last you saw each other naked.

Ernst dropped to his knees, grasping your legs to start trailing kisses all upon them. He wanted to cover every inch of your skin with his lips, to show you all his love but he ached too much to be inside of you.

When he reached the top of your legs, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips upon your breasts, instantly starting to suck them as he pushed his long fingers inside to your core, groaning as he felt the way your walls tightened around them.

Quickly he pushed them in and out of you as he buried his face in your chest. He angled his fingers in that perfect spot for you, making you buckle your hips up into him, needing to feel him deeper.

"Please Ernst" you groaned at last. Amused he pulled his lips away from your chest, licking them.

"Please what, my Schatz?"

"I need you inside me"

"You already have my fingers" he teased

"No!"

"Then what else?"

"Your cock!" you managed to gasp out, feeling an embarrassed blush appear on your cheeks. Ernst's heart however melted at the sight of you being all shy before him.

He pulled his face up to yours, pushing you into a kiss as he slotted himself between your legs. Not letting go of your lips, he pushed inside of you slowly.

He enjoyed fast sex, and often when you two were together rough and fast was how it went, but after all this time, he wanted to savour the feeling, he wanted to make it last a long time, and he wanted to go again, and again, and again until the two of you physically couldn't.

His thrusts were measured, angled to hit that sweet spot inside of you, and pushed into you fully each time. His mouth trailed sweet kisses all over you while his hand twisted your clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through you.

He loved hearing you moan and whimper under him, knowing it was all because of the skilful way he played with you, and he tried to draw out as many orgasms as he could out of you before he came.

You felt your entrance throb as you came, and then again and then again until you couldn't count anymore. He groaned loudly as he came inside of you, coating you with lots of cum, but not long after he came he picked up his thrusts again, determined to fill you up again with his seed. All you knew was the feeling of your husband inside of you, his fingers upon you, his kisses on your skin, treating you as the most precious thing in the world.

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paradox burning masterpost

you are a serbian medical crewman on board the cloverfield station. you've been tasked to assist dr. acosta and take care of the other members on board. as things begin to go south, the effects of paranoia begin to settle in, and you start to forget what it means to look after one another.

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SHAKING THE WINGS OF THEIR TERRIBLE YOUTHS

PRESSURE WOULDN'T SQUASH ME

WHAT WILL YOU LEAVE BEHIND

ABANDON ALL YOUR STUPID DREAMS - coming soon

HOLD YOURSELF BENEATH THE BRINE - coming soon

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Hi~~🎶

I have a request 👀

Sometimes I feel that the reader is too patient lol with the endless teasing.

I just imagine her having enough and saying fuck it, I'm going to do this on my own and she just get up and sit afar and goes to town with herself then...(and this can be with anyone from the Danny bunch, because I love them all) saying he's sorry, kneelling in front of her but she puts one foot on his chest mantening the distance telling him to enjoy the show because that's all he will get today. maybe in the end they only masturbate turn on by watching eachother.

I hope this make any sense (/_\)

Setting Limits [Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUT, femdom, fingering, masturbation

Author’s note: I LOVED THIS PROMPT, it haunted my days and nights, thank you for sending it to me <3 Please I want more kinky stuff

“Quiet” Ernst voice rang through your ears, you let out a soft groan pushing your face in the pillow, hair falling over your face as your back tensed trying to reach for a space of control over yourself.

Oh, you hated this. You already had to always dwell round, act like nothing was going on, see each other in the dead of the night or hidden in some utility room, once even in the engines room. Every exchange of glances had to be followed by you two checking out if anybody noticed and the result was that the crew paired Ernst with Tam for some reason unknown to you. Maybe because he shared the knowledge of her mother tongue, but you didn’t like the thing, why can’t he be paired with you? Is that so impossible?

A moan broke out of your lips breaking your thought process. Oh yes, also that, Ernst kept the reins of the relationship, the secrecy of it all making him bolder into his teasing game, he was always hands on you, finding new ways to make you think of him, desire him, even annoying you in the process.

So there you are, 3 am on the station’s clock, your military green shirt tucked up to expose your chest without being taken off, your panties still on your bare legs, but Ernst’s hand in them. He laid fully clothed behind you, hot breath against your neck and his hard on prodding on your bum exposing his following desires while his fingers curled inside you deliciously, your wetness spreading onto them, a soft squeaky sound coming from you, his thumb propped up to brush your clit while he went on fingering you. It felt like an eternity, he kept going on like this, fast and slow, more fingering and then more rubbing your clit, never giving you enough balance to reach the ultimate pleasure. “Oh, look at you, so needy, a proper slut for me” he groaned against your neck, your body tensing as he just knew it, he knew what to do, he knew how to make your toes curl and legs tremble for more. “Quiet”  He scolded you again when you moaned once more, another orgasm almost flushing over you as he slowed down the pace killing it. He leaned his head on side hearing you mutter something. “Fuck it, that’s it” You groaned slapping his hand away and pulling it forcefully out of your panties, propping yourself onto your elbow and slipping off his touch. “Y/N” he called you not expecting such a reaction, he was shocked, he didn’t expect anything like this and his little game died “what are you doing?” He looked confused and for a moment his heart sunk into his chest, you moved away from your tangled bodies and stood up. You didn’t answer to him, but sat on the chair in front of your desk, the faint blue lights in the room shining over the two of you being he only source of light. You looked at him dead in his eyes, his ruffled hair made him look almost adorable, but you knew there was a cheeky bastard underneath that façade.

“I am doing this on my own”

You sentenced substituting his hand between your legs with your own and a pleasure moan left your lips almost immediately, to be able to control your own pleasure felt already amazingly after so much going around it. He stared at you, a new rush of desire washing over him, his mouth opening and closing speechless as he tried to focus, to decide what to say to switch the power once more, but the sight of you like that switched off any reasonable process. “Y/N” he called you again, you ignored him, your soft whimpers filling the air in the room softly but consistently, he sat there like an idiot, his hard on pulsing into his joggers painfully. He reached aside and picked his glasses to observe every detail of you. You noticed his growing interest as you moved one of your legs up leaning your ankle on the desk, you were still focusing on your clit, the wetness already soaked your panties, but you were taking your pace, your time, your pleasure. You heard him move, wrestle the tangled sheets off his body as he moved closer to you. He navigated around the bed toward you as he leaned to get his hands onto your legs.

“Don’t”

You just ordered, your eyes shooting open to stare at him, his hand few inches from your skin.

“Y/N, don’t play with me”

“Who’s playing? You made me wait too much Ernst”

The soft sound of your wetness being spread signalling him that your fingers moved inside you, his mouth opening once more while he was standing still like he was waiting for words to be put inside it. 

“Y/N” he murmured claiming your attention once more “c’mon, you know that I always satisfy you in the end”

He kneeled down, his head leaning in toward your core, hoping his other talent will get him through, but no. Your leg bent and your foot pushed onto his shoulder keeping him at safety the distance. Oh, you know well that talent of his, but you experimented that already, while this new sense of power was new and intoxicating. 

“No touching here”

He made a loud groan of disapproval, followed by a more clear “Scheiße”

“Quiet” you scolded him just like he did with you just a little before, he clasped his lips together shut.

“Get comfortable, because that’s all you’re going to get tonight”

He licked his lips slowly staring at you, his breath itching as a he gulped down a big lump of saliva, his eyes not knowing where to go first, your breasts, your disheveled state, your hand still hidden from your panties forbidding him part of the show. He got comfortable on his knees, his legs apart as he propped himself up on his feet, hands spacing down onto his own body pulling down his pants and boxers, you smirked pleased to see his erection already leaking of pre-cum and painfully hard.

“So poor my baby” 

You cooed him, a huffed groan coming from him, your hips shifting, a little glimpse of hope shining onto his eyes, soon to disappear when you just pulled the panties off your legs, he soon realised that only move almost triggered a groan among his lips.

“Verdammt” 

“I know, I know” you baby talked him, he always did it with you, now it was his turn to have a taste of his own medicine.

You thew those soaked panties onto his lap, a grin playing onto your lips.

“You can touch those”

He picked them, the wetness spread on them making something snap in him, his fingers recognising the result of their own artisan work onto your body, his left hand onto his cock starting to pump it. A little triumph feeling came over you, he was helpless. Your fingers now showing him how it is done as you could finally enjoy your own. His huffed grunts giving you nothing but more gratification, you arched your back, here it comes. Your lips hanged open as you whined his name, only that was worth seeing his pupils blow, your leg’s muscles tensing when you let out a moan  that showed all the delight of a so long awaited orgasm. He didn’t last the end of that sinful sound, that was the end of him as he came messily over his own shirt, legs aching from the position he was keeping and a sense of excitement soon following. Part of him felt exhausted, but your newfound dominance kept him going, you saw it as you closed your legs resting both of your ankles now on the desk, no matter the cuteness of his glasses slightly falling off the bridge of his nose, the rosy cheeks, the panting breath, you could tell what was going on in his mind. He crawled closer to you, looking for his prize. You didn’t care what he wanted, if a kiss or a second round, you picked a ruler from your table pushing it onto his shoulders.

“I am going to rest now, I made myself very happy” you stated, loud and clear.

There wasn’t going to be anything else, you were standing true to your own words.

“Give me a kiss, just one”

“No”

He frowned, hands moving to pull up his bottoms as you noticed he put your panties in his pocket. He really thought to be so whip-smart that you wouldn’t realise something like that was missing? Nevertheless, he kept playing the mad one, a proper sulking child pulling his pants up and shirt down over it no matter the stains with harsh moves and huffed curses.

You just smirked more, you were affecting him.

He was ready to leave you alone, but then he stared back at you while standing in front of the door, expecting maybe a change of mind from you.

“Maybe tomorrow, go to bed, it is late”

The sense of victory creeping over you as he left, you pressed a button locking your door before crawling back to the soft sheets.

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paradox burning ; 2/5 || ernst schmidt x fem!reader

summary: when it seems you've lost earth, panic finally settles in

pairing: ernst schmidt x fem!reader

word count: 5,548

warnings: biting of skin around the fingers, mentions of mental health issues

a/n: finally settled into my apartment and have wifi! i will admit this one was a little hard to write so i apologize if this was a little hard to read. next chapter for sure will have more meat to it! thanks for all your comments, shares, and support! <3

Another test aboard the Cloverfield Space Station. The 47th test in just over two years is scheduled for 8:00 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. All eyes are on-

“This is Huntsville...we’ve got eyes and ears.”

Seated beside Acosta, you watched the newscast presented on the screen with Mark Stambler - the conspiracy theorist who was on yet another rave about this so-called ‘Cloverfield Paradox’. Acosta seemed to be just as irritated with what the guy was saying just as much as you were. You could only wonder how many people actually believed what this guy was saying.

“Right this minute, they are testing a particle accelerator up there, so we can learn how to make unlimited energy down here. But those who have accepted the Cloverfield Paradox is real...know how dangerous that is.”

Shaking your head, you brought your fingers to your mouth, chewing on the skin that was around your nails, leaning forward towards the screen. You didn’t know what was more nerve-wracking...what Stambler was going on about, or the team around you preparing for the next test.

As you sank your teeth into your skin, tearing it off before moving on to the next finger, you felt a sensation trickle down your spine, as if someone were watching you. Glancing to your right, you quickly pulled your fingers from your mouth at the sight of Acosta giving you ‘the look’. Blushing, you looked down and squeezed your hands together in your lap.

“Sorry...just a little anxious.” You whispered, your eyes falling back to the screen.

Placing a hand on your knee, Acosta gave your knee a comforting squeeze before pulling away, “It’s going to work this time. I know it will.”

Nodding your head, you smiled weakly at Acosta, finding a sense of ease with his own hope on the day. You did your best to focus on the newscast again, ignoring the stinging sensation from your fingers at the spots that you tore into too deep. The faint taste of iron in your mouth from the blood. You knew you’d have to clean up after the test, not wanting to go around with bloody fingers the rest of the day.

“This experiment could unleash chaos…the likes of which we’ve never seen. Monsters, demons, beasts of the sea-”

“To clarify, you believe their efforts to solve the energy crisis might unleash demons?”

Scoffing, you couldn’t help but laugh as it continued on, “This guy really thinks that we are going to break open some world-ending creation, doesn’t he?” Shaking your head, you leaned back in your chair, your hands gripping at the armrests on either side of you.

It was the Commander who finally had enough of what bullshit was spewing from the guy’s mouth - directing that you and Acosta turn it off. As you did, you heard over the intercom from Volkov that the gyro was calibrating, meaning that it was only minutes before the test finally began - but not before egging Schmidt’s temper on how his station was doing.

You smiled weakly at Schmidt who rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath as he continued on before your attention went to Mundy who approached you and Acosta, asking for him to grant them with his ‘holy stick’. When Acosta stood to lead into prayer, you sank to your knees on the ground, crossing yourself before clasping your hands together, you closed your eyes and bowed your head, waiting for Acosa to begin.

“Oh come on. Not now when we’re-”

Opening one eye, you looked to see Schmidt slightly amused, in shock that you were about to go into prayer before the test. You all had your own faiths, or lack thereof, and something you and Schmidt never seemed to see eye-to-eye with was that. He could treat it as a joke all he wanted, but this was possibly the only thing that gave you even an ounce of peace of mind.

“Schmidt.”

When the Commander scolded Schmidt, he fell silent, sitting in silence while Mundy, the Commander, Acosta, and yourself all gathered around for Acosta to lead you into prayer.

“The farther we travel from home, the clearer it becomes that there is power infinitely greater than us. Please show Your mercy and allow the Shepard to work this time. To provide the energy we need. To prevent our countries from going to war. Please, God, be on our side. Amen.”

Standing up, you smiled at Acosta before laughing as Mundy went in to fist-bump Acosta.

“That was righteous.”

It was finally time for the test to begin. As the accelerator began to power up, the team gathered around to their stations, you stood beside Acosta, watching as Schmidt made his way from his station towards the two of you.

“Back to work. Sunday school over with?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Schmidt’s comment, shaking your head as he smirked, winking your way before turning towards the middle of the room, to the main starter for the accelerator.

“He’s insufferable.” You mumbled, earning a laugh from Acosta before he nudged you, heading over towards Schmidt and Mundy. You followed in suit, standing beside Acosta as you watched Schmidt prepare to launch the accelerator.

As you steadied yourself for the test, you found yourself toying with your cross necklace, squeezing the pendant between your fingers as you listened to Schmidt count down before turning the key, igniting the accelerator. The ship around you began to shake as the accelerator kicked in, preparing to send out another test of electricity.

You didn’t have it in you to watch, closing your eyes, you began to mumble a prayer to yourself, hoping that this was it - that this would be the test that worked and that you’d all get to go home. Back to your families, back to a normal life, back to reality.

“Please…” You found yourself whispering, “Please let this work.”

The whirring sound of the machine almost drowned out Tam’s voice, but when she repeated herself, your eyes shot open. Did you hear her right? Was this test successful?

“What’s our output?” Commander Kiel asked.

“We have positive energy flow,” Schmidt began, “For the first time. Look at this! Look at this!”

Of course this was a time to celebrate. For the first time you managed to finally run a successful test. Turning towards Acosta, your smile grew from ear to ear before rushing into his arms, hugging him tightly as the two of you laughed, happy to hear that your prayers were finally answered and that they finally managed to figure out how to get a successful test.

“We are focused at 47 teravolts.”

“Oh man!”

The cheers and celebrations that went around were only expected - perhaps a little unprofessional with some of the language that came from Mundy, but nobody could be upset - after two years, finally you had something go right.

“Hamilton, get us in viewing mode.”

Watching as the screen changed from your current view of Earth to the accelerator lighting up. Your grin never faltered at the sight of the beautiful purple hue buzzing, indicating that everything was going smooth. All things were finally going to plan…

Until they weren’t.

You weren’t sure what happened, but the purple light soon became too much, practically blinding you until the power shut off completely, the accelerator overloading the system. Catching yourself as the ship violently rocked, the power shortly coming back, your eyebrows furrowed as the alarm began to ring, screaming at Schmidt as the warning for ‘system overload’ presented itself on the screen.

“Schmidt! Tell me something!”

“It says it hit 602-”

Before Schmidt could finish his sentence, the glass in the room shattered, sending everyone ducking to the ground. You groaned at the bits of glass digging into you and how abruptly you were thrown to the ground. Pulling yourself to your knees, you lifted your hands up, flipping them over to see that your palms were covered with glass, small trickles of blood freckling your skin.

Looking over towards the main window, you squinted at the sight of the harsh light beaming in, the electricity buzzing picking up again. You covered your hands over your ears, the sound becoming almost too much for you. What the hell was happening now?

Before you could even ask, you felt your body suddenly lift off the ground and into the air, hitting the ceiling along with everyone else - pinned in place before being dropped to the ground again. This time you rolled to your back, letting out a cough as you tried to collect your thoughts.

The test failed. You along with many others would probably have some sort of injury that you and Acosta would have to look over later. The test failed and you only had two more tests now before...well....

When you sat up, you let out a sigh before grabbing the table in front of you, pulling yourself up before sitting in the chair. Your hands at this point were burning from the glass and your head was so heavy it felt like it was going to topple off your shoulders and roll to the ground. But there was no time to recover just yet, because this was just the beginning.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

After attempting to kill the fire and figure out what exactly was failing with the ship, everyone came back together in the main control room. Glass was still everywhere and the awful smell of smoke still stung your nose. You currently sat in front of Mundy, looking over his hands and picking out the glass with tweezers, your own hands wrapped now from you and Acosta treating one another before the others returned.

The hiss that came from Mundy made you jump, although you continued to work on his hands, pulling out the final pieces of glass from his left hand before wrapping it up to match his right. You looked up and smiled at him, letting his hands go as he stood up to gather around with the others.

You knew that panicking wasn’t going to help anything, but the feeling in your stomach wasn’t going away and it was hard to not lash out when Volkov and Schmidt were at it again.

“For once, Volkov! Could you please just shut up?” You snapped, your back facing away from him as you rubbed at your temples.

“Enough! All of you!” You tensed at the sound of the Commander’s voice booming over the arguing that was going on. He didn’t have to say it for you to know, but you all sounded like a bunch of toddlers throwing tantrums.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you chewed on your bottom lip as you calmed down, or at least attempted to. You were doing fine until Hamilton spoke up.

“It isn’t here.” Hamilton explained, a worried expression washed over her face. The color was drained from her face, as if she saw a ghost.

Spinning in your seat, you watched as the Commander headed towards Hamilton, standing beside her as he looked down at the screen. What wasn’t there? Was it the frequency for Mission Control like Schmidt suggested. No, it was much worse.

“The Earth...it isn’t there,” Hamilton rushed, “I...can’t find anything.”

“We must have got turned around, moved during firing.” The Commander suggested.

“Well it’s big, blue, full of angry people. Keep looking, you’ll find it.” Mundy pressed, now hovering like many others over the station that Hamilton was at.

Standing now, your own worry began to sink in. How in all names holy did you just lose Earth? Making your way now beside Mundy, you watched Hamilton as she continued to look over the monitors for Earth, still unable to find anything.

“I’ve double checked the radio target, but the target’s gone.”

“Guys, the system is scrambled!” Mundy reminded, trying his best to remain calm.

“Hamilton is right,” Looking over towards Schmidt, your heart sank to your stomach. You didn’t want to believe that Hamilton was right, but it seemed as though she was. “It’s-it’s not here. We’re not picking up any signals!”

“The entire Earth is not gone!” You finally cried, tears filling your eyes. “We didn’t just lose Earth!”

As everyone around you began to frantically look through the monitors, your brain went to your family. To Mama, Papa, to Mila and Joseph. Did you lose them? No, no you couldn’t have.

You didn’t wait around to hear Volkov point blame at Schmidt, when you didn’t see the Earth on the external cameras, you pushed by Mundy and made your way out of the room, rushing down the hall to begin looking out the windows for yourself.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

As you looked out the window that was outside of your own quarters, you felt the whimper escape your throat, your body rocking slightly before your attention turned towards your room, rushing in suddenly and towards your computer, typing in Joseph’s name to start a video call. You knew it was a long shot, but you could only hope Joseph would answer.

Staring at the screen through your tears, feeling some finally begin to spill over, you watched as the call searched for a signal - feeling like forever until finally-

/COMMUNICATIONS ➤ NO SIGNAL FOUND

“No...no...no!” Wiping away your tears from your face, you frantically retried the call. Waiting until the same error message popped up. Sinking into your chair, you stared at the picture of your family, the red error message burning into your eyes.

So this was it. The weight of possible damnation staring in front of you. How could something go so right, yet so wrong in the matter of just seconds?

You tried one more time to call Joseph, watching as the connection buffered before the same message popped up again. Letting out a shaky sigh, you dropped your head and cried until no more tears could fall from your eyes. The overwhelming sense of fear filling your body.

After taking a moment to recollect yourself, you stood up and wiped your face, heading to the mirror to look over yourself. No matter how hard you wiped away your tears, it was still so evident that you had been crying. You didn’t want anyone to see you like that - knowing that you were cracking under pressure.

“Get ahold of yourself,” You whispered, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You shook your head once before fixing your hair, wiping away the tears and letting out a sigh, shaking your arms and legs as if to get all the nerves out, “You’re going to see them again. Crying isn’t going to solve anything.”

You took one final look at yourself in the mirror before nodding, taking a final look at the screen once more, looking at the picture of your family.

“I’ll find a way home. I’m not going to stop until I’m back with you.”

Despite knowing that it was just a picture, you waited a moment, as if waiting for them to respond before exiting your quarters and moving down the hall, back to meet with the others.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

When you walked into the common room, everything felt heavy. Despite the room filled with everyone now, besides the Commander, nobody spoke a word. Sniffling, you quickly wiped your face to make sure no new tears were falling before making your way to the table, taking a seat at the end in between Acosta and Tam.

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you hugged your legs to you, staring ahead of you at the table. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat, choking on the whimper that dared to escape. Clearing your throat, you tried to pretend that you weren’t on the verge of crying, coughing once before hearing the corridor doors open.

“Alright, here’s what we’re up against.” The Commander spoke as he sat down at the other end of the table. Your attention turned to the end of the table where he was seated, listening to what he had to say.

“The station’s got problems we don’t have tools to fix. At this point, looking for home is a luxury for us. First, we need to survive.”

“We need to consider, evidence or not...that we might have ended the lives of billions of people,” Acosta interjected. You sank in your seat, your eyes watering. You hadn’t thought of it like that. Did you destroy the Earth? Did you wipe out your home planet instead of just get shot to some other part of the galaxy?

“We didn’t destroy the Earth,” Schmidt explained, surprisingly calm, “We just...lost it.”

It was Mundy who let out a laugh, and you couldn’t blame him, it was almost a joke as to how Schmidt had put it.

“Totally routine day. Copy that.”

Shaking his head, Commander Kiel motioned towards Mundy and then Schmidt, “Mundy, take Schmidt and deal with the O2.”

Looking up, surprised to hear that the Commander wanted Schmidt with Mundy, you smiled to yourself - it seemed like any sense of normality was off the table now.

“I’m a physicist.” Schmidt reminded.

“And now you work for Mundy,” Adjusting your position in your seat, you leaned forward against the table, listening as the Commander continued on with orders, “Tam, you and Monk will search and repair all power leaks. Maybe we can get this temperature under control. Hamilton, Volkov, test all circuits, then we can start looking for home.”

“When the Shepard overloaded, something went wrong with the station’s orientation system.” Volkov explained.

“We’ll replace the circuits-”

“No shit, if that’s the problem!” Volkov cut Mundy off, annoyed at the obvious solution, “But um, it might be the gyro.” You watched as Volkov messed with the side of his face, rubbing under his right eye as if something were bothering him.

You tried to ignore Volkov, your attention pulled to the Commander when you realized that he hadn’t assigned you to do anything. Watching as everyone headed out, you stood up and made your way towards the other end of the table.

“Commander? What can I do? You didn’t assign me anything.” You pointed out, toying with the bandages around your fingers from where you were biting at earlier.

When you caught that the Commander was looking at the bandages, you quickly dropped your hands, as if trying to hide them. You watched as he smiled weakly, standing up before placing a hand to your shoulder.

“Yeah, listen...I want you to go check on all medical supplies. Actually, supplies in general. See how much we have and figure out how long it’ll last us.” He nodded and went to turn, going to meet with the others before you stopped him.

“Wait, that’s all? Commander, I’m sure I can be of help elsewhere.” You explained, taking a step forward towards him. The Commander’s steps slowed to a stop, his shoulders sinking as he let out a sigh before turning around.

“When you were going through your interviews and evaluations, what was your weakest eval?” He questioned, perplexing you until it came to you.

“M-My psychological evaluation, Commander,”

“Yes, exactly,” He took a step towards you and placed both hands on your shoulders, “Like Hamilton, you have family you’re close with, which oftentimes brings more stress to you both than the rest of us.”

“I don’t understa-”

“Your fingers. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’re under a lot of stress right now, anxious about not being able to contact your family. Right now you going and trying to mess with wirings or the systems is not safe. Not for you, or the rest of us on here.”

You felt insulted. So what if you were experiencing a slight breakdown - who wouldn’t be in your shoes? You passed your evaluation, barely, but you did. You felt like a child, not being able to play with the big kids because you were too small.

“This isn’t fair, Commander. I’m just as much a part of this crew as everyone else. There must be something I can do to help!”

Pulling away, the Commander sighed and shook his head, “I want you to go to the medbay and go through medical supplies, that’s what you can do. Please, don’t take this as punishment. You are helping,” He paused and straightened up, clearing his throat, “Now I don’t want to hear anymore of it.”

And with that, the Commander left you in the common room, alone with your thoughts. Feeling your hands balled into fists, you looked around the room, tears welling in your eyes before you let out a laugh, shaking your head.

“Incompetent...is that what I am now?” You squeezed your nails into your palms before feeling the tension inside of you soon pop, leaving you back to your empty state of mind. Wiping your cheeks, you mumbled a string of curse words as you headed out of the common room and down to the medbay where you were tasked to look into the medical supplies.

When you arrived at the medical bay, you shut the door behind you, pulling on a pair of gloves before grabbing the clipboard that contained all the medicines on file and quantities. Opening the first cabinet, you went through the list, verifying that everything was in order and that you had the correct amount of vials that were listed on the paper.

You grew tired of the task quickly, rubbing your eyes and blinking as you stared at the paper. Looking up from the clipboard, you tossed it down on the examination table before sitting at the stool, closing your eyes to take a break, soon drifting off into an unexpected slumber.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

“There are a few that I’m worried about joining you on the ship, Commander,” You overheard someone - a woman - state. You could hear her flipping through files, searching for the right paperwork.

You were the last of the crew to receive your final evaluations before departing onto the Cloverfield Station. You knew something was off when you finished your psychological evaluation and the doctor left in a hurry, not stating much other than you were free to go. Now you were seated outside of the examination room, waiting to receive your results from the Commander, toying with the hem of your shirt as you listened to the doctor and Commander speak.

“She hardly passed her psychological evaluation. Her temperamental issues, not as severe as Volkov or Schmidt, are still high - dangerous when unstable. I fear that she may become a threat on board if the wrong situation should arise.”

Frowning, you held your stomach as it began to flip, making you sick. You had always known of your own mental health issues, of course, but to the extent the doctor was putting it made you sound incompetent of joining the crew - and you knew that you had a right to be on board just as much as the rest of them.

“So what are you saying, Doc? If Volkov and Schmidt are good to be on board with their own temperamental issues, what is the concern with her?”

“It’s not that she has anger issues, but something more depressing. Being in space, without the sun, away from family, it can send someone into a state of panic. I fear that her being around those medical supplies, especially when she is having an episode, will not only harm her, but the others too.”

The silence that fell over the Commander and doctor made your heart sink. So this was it? All this time, all this money, all this preparation just to be told no right before boarding? Shaking your head, you stood up and went to leave, not bothering to stay to be told what you already knew.

But before you could make it to the middle of the room, the Commander’s voice startled you to a stop.

“She is no threat to this crew and belongs on board the Cloverfield just as much as the rest of them do. Until I see her pose a threat, I don’t give a damn what cruel ideas you have set in mind for her.”

As you turned your attention back towards the doorway of the room the doctor and Commander were in, you felt your cheeks become red when you saw the Commander, in a huff now standing in front of you.

“Commander, I-”

“You’re all cleared for boarding. Go change into your uniform and prepare to meet with the others. We leave at sunrise tomorrow.” The Commander quickly said, not letting you get the chance to even attempt to apologize for eavesdropping.

Your mouth turned into a small smile, nodding before turning and making your way out of the room and down to the room you were staying in on base, the closer you got to your room, the bigger your smile became.

Waking with a start, you tried to catch your breath as the sound of screaming came from outside. Jolting up, you made your way towards the door before stopping halfway as the entire crew came in, carrying, well, that you didn’t know.

“Clear the table! Quick we need to get these pipes out of her!” You heard Acosta yell, motioning for you to clear off the examination table.

Nodding, you frantically made your way to the table, pushing off the clipboard and other things you had piled on before stepping back as the crew surrounded the table, setting the mysterious woman down before holding her as she thrashed about.

“Who is this?” You asked, squeezing your way beside Acosta, holding up a light as he began to cut away her pant leg, revealing the wiring that was going through her. Gasping, you held your hand to your mouth, trying not to gag at the grotesque sight.

Nobody seemed to be responsive, in their own world as they tried to calm the woman down, pinning her until Acosta was able to inject her with something in the leg to numb her pain and put her to sleep while he operated on her. When the woman was finally asleep, the room filled with just the panting of everyone on the crew, you looked up at everyone.

“I’ll ask again, who the hell is that-”

“We don’t know! Okay? We found her in the wall, wrapped in the wirings and screaming.” Schmidt exclaimed, his face red.

Glaring towards him, you shook your head and pointed your flashlight at him, letting the light hit his eye, “Don’t sit there and talk to me like that. I wasn’t there. You expect me to just sit back and watch as some random person comes into the medical bay?”

Schmidt held his hand up to block the light from hitting his eye, “Would you get that light out of my face?”

You dropped the light, watching as he dropped his hand before you shot the light back up to his face, blinding him once again, a smirk toying on your mouth before jumping at the sound of the Commander.

“Enough! Acosta, finish looking after her and give us an update when you have one.” You watched as Acosta nodded, continuing to look over her. As you started to get your own set of medical supplies to help, you were stopped by the Commander, placing a hand over the drawer before you could get anything out.

“No, not you. Go to your room and cool off for a minute and then you can come back and help. Right now, you’re on the brink of-”

“Of what?” You snapped, turning your attention to the Commander. You ignored the rest of the crew in the room who tried to not so obviously watch and listen, but you kind of made it hard when you were pulling a scene. “I’m sorry that I’m reacting like a normal human being, Commander. But to be quite frank, we’re fucked. I’m not going to pretend that we aren’t, especially when you have a strange woman who you claim to have come from the wall lying on the examination table!”

Your face, now red, stared up at the Commander who seemed to be blank faced. When he didn’t say anything, you fell back on your heels, scoffing.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go. I’ll go to my room and suck my thumb because evidently that’s all I’m good for!” Moving around the Commander, you pushed past Schmidt, knocking him to the side before storming out of the medical bay and down to your quarters. It was times like now that you wished the doors were manual, so you could slam your door shut and let the irritation seep out of you.

When you arrived at your quarters, you pulled off your medical gloves, tossing them in the trash before unzipping your suit, decided to change into your sweatpants and t-shirt as you didn’t expect to be doing much else today.

“Stupid...incompetent...might as well just say it to my face instead of dance around it,” You mumbled, pulling up your sweatpants as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You pulled your hair from your ponytail and shook your hair loose, letting it fall down your shoulders.

Hearing the door open and shut, you looked through the mirror to see Schmidt, his hands behind his back as he made his way towards you.

“What do you want?” You asked flatly, crossing your arms over your chest. Even in that moment, you were too annoyed to even want to see him, and usually you always wanted to see Schmidt. When he didn’t answer you, you uncrossed your arms and pointed to the door, ready to kick him out before being suddenly blinded by the light.

Flinching, you jumped at the light and closed your eyes, groaning as you held your hand up to block the light, “Okay, I get it, I’m sorry - but you really pissed me off, you know that?” As you blinked your eyes back open, adjusting to the light, you tried to not smile as Schmidt made his way to you, setting the flashlight on your desk before wrapping his arms around you.

“When don’t I piss you off?” He asked, smiling down at you as he moved his hands under your shirt, rubbing your waist. Moving your hands up, you placed your hands flat on his chest before pushing him away, your own smile now creeping onto your face as you went and sat on your bed.

“When you’re asleep,” You teased before cocking your head to the side, “Actually, no, even in your sleep you piss me off. Did you know you snore? God, it’s awful. Makes me want to suffocate you with my pillow.”

Smiling, you watched as he laughed, making his way to sit beside you on your bed, pulling you close to him as he kissed your cheek, moving down to your jaw before up towards your ear, “I know something else you could suffocate me with.”

You giggled at the feeling of him biting on your earlobe before sitting back against your pillows, your legs now on his lap.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Something important to do? Or were you put on babysitting duty?” You shook your head and looked at your fingers, examining the bandages to make sure none had to be changed.

Shaking his own head, Schmidt looked down at your feet that were rested in his lap before rubbing your ankles, “Tam is meeting me at the X-Deck in ten minutes, but I wanted to stop and see you first after what happened in the medba-”

“What happened in the medbay was nothing, Ernst. I’m fine.” You knew that lying to him was pointless, but right now you didn’t want to explain to him what you were feeling, why you were feeling it, and so on. To you, it felt useless given everything else that was going around.

When you didn’t hear him respond, you looked up and frowned, seeing his own disappointed expression on his face. “Look, I’ll tell you later, okay? I’ll leave my door unlocked for you.” You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, holding his face in your hands.

At the feeling of his own hands on your face, holding you steady as he deepened the kiss, you sighed against him, wishing that the moment could continue. Pulling back, you stared up at him, “You should go,” You explained gently, leaning forward to kiss him one more time.

Schmidt nodded, mimicking your actions and kissing you as well one last time before moving your legs, standing up off your bed before looking back down at you.

“I’ll be here at the usual time. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Nodding, you smiled and watched as he turned, heading out of your room and going to the X-Deck to meet with Tam, leaving you to your thoughts again.

When the doors shut behind him, you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, laying back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Perhaps the Commander was right, maybe the mission finally cracked you.

[bruhlsbees]

paradox burning ; 3/5 || ernst schmidt x fem!reader

gif credit to @/guillermodltoro

summary: the domino effect begins, schmidt and reader are thrown into hot water, mundy's arms shows up at the worst time

pairing: ernst schmidt x fem!reader

word count: 7,502

warnings: major character death (no not reader or ernst), spoilers for the cloverfield paradox, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, dick riding, yeah yeah y'all know what this shit about to be, minors dni, 18+, nsfw

a/n: we are almost done with the series!!!! figured i'd throw in a good smut scene before the angst of the ending - if you haven't heard already there will be a sequel to this (and yes it will be around 13 chapters) hope you enjoy!!!

translations (god i hope these are right):

Желим те - I want you, Волим те - I love you

Watching the clock, you waited until the hour hand clicked in place, the new hour beginning. You had been waiting in your room now for an hour, calming down before deciding that enough was enough and you had work to do. You wouldn’t be sitting in your room for the rest of your time aboard the station. Damn the Commander and damn anyone who thought differently.

Standing up from your bed, you didn’t bother with putting your suit back on as you made your way out of your room, down the hall, and back towards the medbay. Inside was Acosta who seemed to be taking a break from the woman in the wall and working on inventory. You walked in the room, watching as he looked up from his clipboard and towards you, his expression falling.

“Hey, you know the-”

“Acosta, please...I’m fine,” You shrugged and made your way over to the gloves, pulling a pair out before putting them on, “I did what the Commander told me to do and cooled off, I’m not just going to sit in my room forever.”

Acosta didn’t want to be the one to admit it, but he agreed with the Commander. Your mental state was failing the longer you were on board the Cloverfield Station - at this point it was only a guessing game as to when you would snap like Volkov or Schmidt. But Acosta cared for you, looked at you as if you were family, he was worried, but he knew how to talk with you about it.

“Yes, you cooled off...but how are you feeling still?” You opened your mouth to speak before catching Acosta turn and look over his shoulder, “Don’t lie to me, I am a doctor after all.”

You smiled at his joke, rolling your eyes before you sat up on the examination table, shrugging your shoulders. “Honestly? Not great.” Nodding, Acosta turned now and made his way to the examination table you were sitting on, leaning against it beside you.

“I know...you know, when I was looking over files to see who would be a good fit for the medical bay with me, you were always my top choice,” The confession surprised you, your gaze looking over at him as he smiled and nodded, “It’s true...I was always impressed with your work. When the Commander told me about your psychological evaluation and your low score, I didn’t care. You’re a great nurse and that’s what I care about.”

You could feel your eyes watering, but you didn’t care if Acosta saw you cry - it was Acosta after all. The words of encouragement were ones you had heard before, but coming from him, someone who had mentored you the past two years, it meant more than anything.

“We all have our faults, that doesn’t make us bad...what makes us bad is living by those faults and letting that define you.” Feeling his hand on your shoulder, you leaned into his touch before falling into a hug, wrapping your arms around his middle as he did the same to you, holding you close.

He smelled of warmth, bay rum, a father’s embrace. Acosta reminded you deeply of your own father - caring, quiet, and yet at the same time so full of knowledge that his mind alone could make up for the lack of his own words. He knew what to say and when to say it.

Pulling away, your hands rested on his back while you stared at him, smiling before closing your eyes as he leaned it, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. “Don’t let the bad thoughts take away from all that you’ve achieved. You’ve done so much just to let your own mind take that away from you.”

Nodding, you brought your knuckles to your eyes and swiped away the tears, letting out a sigh as your mind lulled, your brain desperately trying to focus on what Acosta was saying.

Think of the good stuff, think of what is true.

Looking up, the corners of your mouth twitched as you stared at Acosta. You nodded once, thanking him before watching him pat your knee and get up to go and continue on with his work. You kept your seat on the examination table before getting up to join Acosta in taking marks on inventory.

As you went to open the cabinet that had the medicine for common colds, the doors to the med bay whooshed open, Schmidt and Tam stumbling in with Volkov in their arms. Setting the clipboard down, you rushed over to the examination table that Volkov was now on.

“How long has he been like this?” Acosta asked, pulling out his small light to look over Volkov’s eyes, “What happened?”

“He tried to kill us!” Schmidt rushed, catching his breath as he stood at the end of the examination table beside Tam, motioning towards Volkov as he stayed unconscious on the table. It was the Commander, who must have followed them in, that spoke up next.

“Tam? Why do you have a gun?” He demanded. You hadn’t noticed until you finally looked at Tam, seeing the gun that was

When Tam explained that he had approached them on the X-Deck, threatened them with it, your heart sank. You looked over at Schmidt, a worried expression glazed over your eyes while he shook his head, silently telling you that it was fine and that he would tell you about it later.

“Just lock it away, Tam!” At this point, Mundy and Hamilton were joining the rest of the crew in the medbay, watching as Acosta and yourself looked over Volkov. While Acosta used his flashlight to look down his throat, you pressed your fingers to his wrist, feeling for a pulse.

You tried to focus on finding a pulse, moving your two fingers up and down his wrist. You figured that because he was unconscious, his pulse would be harder to find - evidently he wasn’t as unconscious as you thought to believe because when he suddenly grabbed your wrist, you let out a gasp and stepped back, tugging your wrist out of his grasp and stumbling back, the Commander caught you from falling and kept you pulled back away from Volkov who began to finally spit up blood and violently shake.

“W-What’s happening?” You found yourself asking, although nobody seemed to truly know what the hell was going on, all standing around in shock at the disturbing sight of Volkov. His convulsions grew more rapid before finally his spine snapped up, silence deafening the room as he fell down before being replaced by the sound of his flatline.

You never were a fan of Volkov, but you would be lying to yourself if you said that you were happy to see him gone in such a gruesome matter. You wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even your worst enemy, not even Volkov.

“No...no.”

Glancing to your right, you frowned at the sight of Mundy, who slowly approached the end of the examination table, looking down at Volkov. Hamilton extended her arm out to console Mundy, but then suddenly out of nowhere, Volkov was at it again, only this time it was one final blow.

The worms that came out of Volkov’s mouth was one thing, but the quantity of the slimy earthworms that erupted from him. They coaxed the floors and your feet like mud, impossible to step away from them as you, like the rest of the crew, began to stomp down on them, desperately trying to get them away and off of you.

When the worms suddenly stopped, lying now on the floor, you leaned against the wall, catching your breath after the incident that just happened. Your eyes glanced at Schmidt who was looking at Tam to see if she was okay. You smiled weakly and looked around the rest of the room, noticing that everyone else seemed to be okay as well.

“Well we found the worms.”

You didn’t know if it was Mundy’s poorly timed joke, the excessive amount of worms on the ground and the guts that were seeped into your shoes, or the horrifying sight of Volkov on the table, but something made your stomach churn, and you followed Hamilton closely as the both of you rushed out of the room, back into your quarters to throw up.

Your body hurled over the toilet, the sudden smell becoming almost unbearable. You quickly flushed the toilet before leaning back to shut the lid of the toilet seat, standing up and sitting now on the toilet while you brushed your teeth, trying your best to get the taste out of your mouth.

Leaning over the sink, you spit out the contents of your mouth, rinsing your toothbrush off before cupping your hand under the sink to collect water, bringing to your lips to intake and swish around your mouth, spitting the water out after a moment.

Making your way out of your bathroom, you wiped the beads of sweat that collected over your forehead off, leaning against the doorway to catch your breath. You kept your eyes closed, taking slow deep breaths in and gently exhaling through your mouth. You stayed this way until you heard your door open and shut.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Your attention shifted from the floor and up in front of you to Schmidt who now held you in an embrace, his hands placed on either side of your face, looking over you to make sure you were fine.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward and buried your face into his neck, hugging him tight as you began to cry.

“Volkov...I-,” You whimpered and clung to his suit tighter, “Ernst, I can’t unsee that. Even when I blink I can see him lying on that table and I don’t think I will ever get that sight out of my mind. What if that was yo-”

“But it wasn’t...it wasn’t! Hey, look at me,” He pulled your head back carefully, his thumbs running along your face as he swiped away your tears, pressing a kiss in between your brows, “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m always going to be here.”

At this point he had pulled you back into his arms, cradling your head into his neck as he rocked side to side, his right hand on the back of your head while the other rubbed your back.

“I want to go home, Schmidt...I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t!” You thought of your family, your small home in the country. You always thought you were trapped in that home, sharing a room with your younger sister until you left for school. But now that you were in space, stuck aboard the ship, you only wished to be back in your room with Mila.

Schmidt’s heart sank, wincing at the sounds of your cries and pleads to return home. He wasn’t sure what to do, how to comfort you in that moment. You couldn’t reach your family, so calling was off the table, all he could do was hold you and listen to you cry. Eventually your sobs stopped and were replaced by faint whimpers that vibrated against his neck.

“I’ll get you home. I promise, I promise you’ll see your family again. But you have to stay strong until then, okay?” Schmidt kissed the top of your head, squeezing you one more time before pulling you back to coax you into your bed, laying you down before getting in beside you.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know, but I want to. I don’t think Tam is in any hurry right now, and neither am I.” You were surprised to hear him put you first - you understood why he never did given your secrecy of relationship and the fact that his role on the station was so important. But even now, after everything, hearing him put you first even for just a few minutes, it made you realize just how much you were in love with him.

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead, cradling his head now close to you as you laid with him. Your fingers running through his hair while his ran along your waist under your shirt. If it weren’t for how exhausted you were, you would have asked him how he was doing.

He wasn’t surprised to see you fall asleep so quickly, given how startling things were today for you. While he watched you sleep, holding onto him as if he were your teddy bear, he knew that he would need to leave you to go and get some work done. Schmidt didn’t want to, but he knew that he had to.

Gently pulling your hands away from him, he moved out from the bed and laid your arms down, watching as you shifted your position to your other side, your back facing him as you now faced the wall. Schmidt smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek before tucking you in, standing back up to turn and exit your room.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Evidently you needed sleep. You had hardly done anything that day, but given the circumstances of what went down with Volkov, all you wanted to do was sleep off that nightmare. You were only slightly disappointed to see that Schmidt was no longer with you, assuming that he was back up on the X-Deck with Tam.

Rolling into the pillow beside you, you pressed your face into it, letting out a sigh before intaking the faint scent of Schmidt that lingered onto the pillow from his time sleeping in your room. He smelled like home - happiness, love, and your mother’s baked goods.

Mama, she would love Ernst.

You knew that you needed to stop dwelling on your family. The lost communication signal and being so far away from Earth should have motivated you to want to help more, but instead it made you scared - your mind fleeting instead of fighting.

When the doors to your room opened, the light footsteps rushed in, cutting you off from your thoughts, you frowned and moved your head up from the pillow, your glare softening once you saw Tam.

“Tam? What are you-”

“It’s Schmidt!” She rushed, pointing towards the door. She began talking so fast that you could hardly make out what she was saying.

“Slow down, Tam, what are you saying?” You focused on her words slowly, trying your best to make out what she was telling you in Mandarian before you finally made out what she was telling you. The Commander had taken Schmidt to the airlock; apparently Jensen, the woman from the wall, was accusing him of working with German Intelligence to keep the Shepard offline.

Shooting up from your bed, you shook your head and got up, making your way towards Tam, “No, no that’s not true. Schmidt wouldn’t do that.” Tam nodded her head and sighed, of course she knew that - anyone who had a brain on board knew that Schmidt wasn’t the enemy. Sure he had his moments where his anger got the best of him, making it hard to see how he was any different from Volkov, but he was different, he was good and he wouldn’t betray you like that.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you had to see him. Excusing yourself from your room, you quickly rushed out and down the hall, making your way towards the airlock that was on the other side. Weaving through the halls, you cut the corners sharp, trying to not get caught by anyone and get down to him as quickly as you could.

Finally, after what felt like a dozen mazes you had gone through, you finally reached the airlock. Making your way up to the door, arms crossed with a frown on your face, you watched Schmidt raise his head from his knees, squinting towards you before rolling his eyes, looking the other way.

“Whatever it is you’re here to lecture me on, I’ve heard it already.”

You weren’t surprised by his irritated remark - hell, if you were thrown in isolation, you’d be pretty pissed too. Your mouth twitched into a smile before you shook your head, leaning against the small opening of the door, your forehead pressed against the glass.

“Do you always have to see me as the enemy? Even now, I think it’s safe to say that I’m here as a friend.” You explained, watching as his head slowly turned back towards you, his body language seeming to calm down.

“Just a friend?” He questioned, his own smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You smiled and shook your head, your eyes gazing as he stood up and made his way towards the door, leaning forward to mimic your stance, his forehead pressed where your’s would be on the glass.

“More than a friend.” You finally answered, your fingers coming up to rest against the glass, running down where his face sat behind the glass. God you wished you were there with him, to hold him and feel his warm skin against your own.

His fingers raised up to the glass, pressing down where yours sat on the other side, a sigh escaping him - the glass in front of his mouth fogging over.

“I don’t believe them, you know. I know whatever Jensen said was a lie. You wouldn’t do that, Ernst. You’re better than that.” His mouth twitched into a smile and nodded, pulling away from the glass after a moment. He took a step back and stared at you, watching as you frowned, head tilted to the side.

“I wouldn’t say I’m better than that. Now you’re just making me sound like the good guy.” He noted, crossing his arms over his chest. You matched his posture, growing a little annoyed at the sudden lack of faith in himself.

“And aren’t you? You expect me to believe that this was expected of you?” You laughed and shook your head, tears welling in your eyes, “You’re insufferable, you know that? Can’t ever just believe in yourself can you? Always have to live up to what others think of you.”

“Can you blame me? I think it’s fair to say that I’ve had enough and tha-”

“And what?!” You snapped, cutting him off. You dropped your head down for a moment to catch your breath, looking back up at him after a moment. “How do you think I see you? Like the others?”

You took a step towards the window again, staring him down.

“You know what I see? A man who is too stubborn for his own good, who thinks that arguing with everyone to prove a point will get him anywhere,” You paused when you saw his head drop, standing like a child who knows he did something wrong. “I see someone who is too scared to ask someone to just believe them because you’re afraid that nobody will.”

Stopping, you took a deep breath before continuing, “But I also see someone who smart, funny despite your poorly executed jokes, and someone that I lov-”

You cut yourself off quick before the word could come out. Mouth gaped open in shock, you stared ahead at Schmidt who was equally shocked, his head snapped up and staring at you. The tears were now falling from your cheeks, face even redder than before as you shook your head, taking a step back as he took one forward.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No, wait!”

But you didn’t listen to him. You ignored his pleads for you to come back, to finish what you were about to say. Your chest tightened, your heart hurting as you left the hall, flinching every time his scream for you became louder until finally there was nothing.

When you finally managed to escape the embarrassment of confessing your love at the worst time, you realized that you were down by the medbay. You were pleased to see that Acosta was in there, continuing to work on taking inventory in - the last thing you wanted to be right now was alone.

As you headed inside, his attention pulled from his clipboard and towards you, a weak smile on his face, “You okay?” He asked, noticing your clear discomfort. To him he only knew of Volkov, and how you ran out of the room at the sight of him throwing up the worms, he didn’t know that you were on the brink of tears from your moment with Schmidt.

“I-I think so...maybe, I don’t know,” You sighed and immediately went to work, trying to distract yourself, “I just think everything is finally getting to me. Seeing Volkov like that...I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even-” You paused and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before shaking your head.

“It makes you really understand death, how it can come out of nowhere and take anyone, right in front of you,” Your mind went to Schmidt, your family, the rest of the crew on board. Dying was one thing, but to die so horrible and unexpected, that was an entirely different kind of pain. “It makes you wonder about him, what his family must be thinking - if he had any.”

Acosta turned and looked at you, frowning as your back turned to him, continuing to work on your own inventory sheet, “If you live everyday dwelling on the idea of death, you won’t ever enjoy life…” His words paused your work, looking up from the clipboard and turning slightly over to him, watching as he approached you, “What is it that you’re afraid of?”

It took you back, the question. What were you afraid of? Well you were scared of many things - spiders, the dark, and frogs ever since your brother decided to cover you in them when you went camping. But those were silly fears, ones that didn’t eat you away. What you were so afraid of, was losing all your loved ones, to be alone.

“I’m afraid of-” You words fell silent, your breath hitching to your throat as you looked around, finding the confession silly now, “I’m afraid that once we leave the station, I won’t see anyone again. That Ernst will go back home and all of this, all of this was just because of the circumstances we were in.”

And then it hit you - why you were so afraid to tell him. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed or in doubt, you were afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same, that when you told him whatever you two had built over your time on the station would disappear in a flash.

You didn’t realize you were crying until Acosta took the napkin in his pocket and dabbed your cheeks. A weak laugh escaped from you as you shook your head, “It feels like everyday I’m crying more and more.”

“You’re human, crying is normal,” Pulling away from you, he threw the napkin in the trash as your tears soaked through it, leaving it thin and tattered. “Don’t ever apologize for showing emotions. God only knows we could show a little more around here.”

You smiled and shook your head, “You could say that aga-”

But before he could, the medbay doors opened and the Commander came rushing in, his face contorted into a scowl when he locked eyes on you. Did he catch you going down to see Schmidt? What did you do now?

“Commander, is there something we can help you wit-”

“Monk, I need you to be honest with me,” The Commander began, his gaze still locked on you, “How often is she down here alone? What does she do when you’re not here?”

Acosta took a step back, baffled at the questions that the Commander was asking him. Was he trying to accuse you of something?

“Commander, I don’t know what you’re trying to go on about, but if you’re accusing her of doing something I would like to know what it is-”

“We have reason to believe that she is stashing medicine away to take back with her when we land as part of the ongoing alliance with Germany against Russia.”

The laugh that escaped from you did not help your case, but what in the actual fuck was the Commander on? Reason to believe? Who was feeding him this bullshit?

“Commander, this is ridiculous! Why would I be stealing medicine? You know that I wouldn’t do anything to harm anyone on this ship,” You were taken back when the Commander walked over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you with him, “What are you- let me go!” You cried, desperately trying to pull away.

Acosta attempted to grab you, but quickly stopped when the Commander turned around, “No, Monk! I’m not doing this anymore. I’m not risking another life on board this ship. Until we get back, her and Schmidt stay locked up. If Jensen is right, then we need them to be kept awa-”

“Jensen? The woman from the wall? That’s who is telling you this? Where is your integrity, Commander, if you can’t even trust your own crew?”

The Commander’s eyes fell to you, staring at you for a moment. Inside he knew that it was wrong of him to be so hostile towards his crew, but after everything that happened, he didn’t want to take any chances. He shook his head and kept silent, pulling you with him out of the medbay and down the hall.

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The blow to the floor knocked the wind from you - rolling to your side, you groaned and laid your palms flat on the ground before pushing yourself up, catching your balance before staring at the Commander through the small window of the airlock.

“Commander, you know this is ridiculous!” You yelled, watching as he shook his head and waved you off. Scoffing, you threw your hands up in defeat before taking a step closer to the door. “You’re going to believe Jensen? The woman who came out of the wall? Someone who is from a different dimension? Over your own team-”

“Enough!” The Commander roared and you cowered back, stopping in your tracks by Schmidt who was behind you, his hand on your back to keep you from tumbling back.

Letting out a sigh, straightening up, the Commander shook his head, almost in a disappointed way. “We trusted you both, for two years. Two years we saw you as our friends and just to find this? Messages to Germany and Serbia on complying with orders to keep the Shepard offline? To steal medical supplies for your own good?” The Commander paused and looked over the two of you carefully, his eyebrows bunched together.

“We trusted you...and you betrayed us. You’re going to sit here until we get back to base and then you’re going to explain to everyone why you did what you did.”

Before you could get a word out, the Commander was already turned and heading down the hall, leaving you and Schmidt in the airlock. You let out a sigh and felt your shoulders sink before dropping your head down into your hands, hiding your face in case you needed to cry.

Schmidt, while doing his best to comfort you, was still confused by earlier when you stopped by to see him when he was first thrown in isolation. The two of you hardly argued the way you did and his mind was still racing on what you were going to tell him. Of course he had an idea, but he wanted to hear it from you - he didn’t want the assumption.

“What happ-”

“What do you think happened, Schmidt? That bitch from the wall has everyone convinced now that I’m part of whatever scheme they think you’re on!” You shoved yourself away from him, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your back to him, seething in your own anger.

He wasn’t taken back by your outburst, that he had come to face before, but took him back was his name - his last name to be exact. You never called him Schmidt unless you were absolutely pissed beyond pissed, it was always Ernst.

Catching your arm, Schmidt tugged you back to face him, a glare casted over his own face, matching yours. You went to push him off you again but he caught your wrist, tightening his grip around both wrists now as he pushed you against the wall, pining you in place.

“I’m not the enemy here, remember?” Pinned to the wall, your hands beside either side of your head, you glared and moved your foot up, gently kicking him back until he stumbled away, giving you the opportunity to dominate him, grabbing his waist and tugging him down until he was pinned onto the floor under you. With your hands on his wrists, pinning them above his head, you sat on his lap, looking down at him.

“I remember, but right now, you’re being a real pain in my ass.”

As the two of you huffed, glaring at one another, it was you who finally made a move, leaning forward and kissing him deeply, his hands instantly breaking out of your grasp and coming to your head, holding you close as the two of you kissed.

His neck strained as he leaned up to kiss you, soon growing tired of the burning in his neck and sitting up fully, moving your legs to wrap around his waist as you continued to kiss. You became needy quickly, unzipping his suit to push down until it settled at his waist, the shirt under his suit coming off just as fast as your own shirt did.

In the moment that led up to you sitting in the airlock undressed, on Schmidt’s lap, you all but forgot your surroundings, realizing just how exposed you were to anyone who wanted to come near the room.

“Schmidt, wait, someone is going to-”

“Nobody is going to see us. Someone will hear us if you don’t keep quiet.” He insisted, his mouth open as he tried to catch his breath. His suit was around his knees, shirt discarded with the rest of your clothes while you hovered over his dick naked. Schmidt did prefer the comfort of your room to fuck you in, but in the heated moment the two of you shared, pissed at the world around you and deciding to take it out on each other, this would do.

Blushing at his words, you bit down on your bottom lip and nodding, doing your best to keep quiet while you rested your knees on his thighs, feeling him guide himself into you, his free hand coming to grab your waist, moving you to settle down on his dick. Your head fell back as you moaned, clinging to his shoulders while your hips rocked down onto him, Schmidt’s head falling forward into your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts before nipping at the skin of your neck and jaw.

“You’re so beautiful...how did I get so lucky?” He murmured, pressing wet kisses up your neck before finally looking into your eyes. Your gaze was locked on Schmidt’s as you continued to ride him, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, forehead pressed against his as you raised up and sank back down onto his dick.

“Shh, don’t, don’t say that,” You whimpered at his words, closing your eyes tightly. You didn’t know why you were getting overemotional, but his words were so soft compared to how rough he was thrusting up into you - it didn’t hurt, but it didn’t match the tone of his words. “Please, Schmidt, just fuck me.”

And he did. He kept his grip locked down on your hips as he guided you up and down his dick, the sounds of skin slapping against each other echoing the room. You couldn’t bite your moans back any longer and pressed your lips to his shoulder, moaning into his skin to muffle you. His lips found your own shoulder, biting and sucking dark bruises into your skin, his pace quickening as he felt you tighten around him.

“Желим те, please Schmidt, oh, plea-”

“What? What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you, liebling.” You whined at his words and felt your core tighten, locking in place sunken onto his dick while he gasped, his fingers digging into your ass that was in his lap.

“I want you, Schmidt,” You weren’t quite at your peak just yet, but you were getting close. Schmidt, on the other hand, wasn’t going to let you quit now. Tugging your head back by your hair, he stared up at you, smirking to himself at the sight of you.

“Not yet,” He warned, one hand in your hair, the other around your waist. He needed to hear it from you, what you were going to tell him, “Not until you tell me what you were going to say.”

It caught you off guard, his demand. Of all the times he wanted you to think, now wasn’t the time. Casting your gaze down at him, eyebrows knitted close, you shook your head, confused.

“I don’t, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You whined when he thrusted up in you suddenly, trying to get you to focus, “Ernst...please...I don’t remem-”

“When you came to see me earlier - you said all those things about me, you didn’t finish the last part,” He kept his hips moving up into you, reaching his peak as he stared up at you. All he wanted to do was cum in you as you told him that you loved him, “Please...just tell me.”

He was so desperate to hear the confession. His eyes glazed over as he pressed his forehead to you, closing his eyes tightly. If you didn’t love him as much as you did, you might’ve found him to be rather pathetic at the moment.

“Волим те,” You whispered, clinging to him as your orgasm began to finally hit you. You whined and wrapped your arms around him tighter, your legs shaking as you pressed your lips to his cheek, peppering his face with kisses, “Волим те....Волим те….Волим те.”

Of course you had to say it in Serbian - the one language Schmidt still had yet to learn. Before he could beg you to tell him in English, he felt his cock twitch in you and his orgasm finally hit. With a grunt, he sank his teeth into your shoulder, panting against your skin as he came down from his high. You on the other hand, went limp against him, trying to catch your breath.

Both of you sat like that for a few moments, catching your breath while gently petting one another. Your hands running up and down his neck while his went up and down your back. When your brain finally cleared, you sat back and looked down at him, a smile on your face. Schmidt smiled back up at you, taking your face into his hands before kissing you softly.

The kiss was sweet, delicate, pure. This was the Schmidt that you knew, your Ernst - your beloved spaceman. You knew despite all his pent up anger, he was good and gentle. When you both pulled away from the kiss, his mouth fell open to speak, but was cut off by the door opening, although nobody was standing outside.

“Did you do that?” Schmidt found himself asking, staring in shock at the door. Your attention was pulled from the door and at him.

“Ernst, how could I have opened the door if I’m sitting on your dick?” You questioned. You watched his cheeks go red, his eyes glancing towards you before nodding, “Right…”

Helping you up, the two of you quickly pulled your clothes back on, smoothing your hair down to not make it so obvious that you had jumped each other's bones in the airlock. You cleared your throat and took a step forward to see what it was that let you out before coming to a sudden stop by Schmidt.

“Wait, I’ll go first. You just stay back, okay?” You knew there wasn’t time to argue. You obeyed and stayed back, lingering in the doorway of the airlock while Schmidt ventured out, the faint tapping noise picking up the farther he got out.

“Be careful!” You warned, your fingers toying with the string of your sweatpants. Your gaze kept locked on Schmidt as he continued to move down the hall, his steps soon slowing to a stop as he turned, looking down the other end of the hall. He seemed to be in shock with whatever it was that he saw.

“What? What is it-” As you made your way towards him, your own gaze went down the hall where the noise was coming from, your words cut off by your gasp at the sight of a single arm crawling down the hallway.

“Stay here, make sure it doesn’t leave!” Turning, Schmidt quickly rushed back to the door of the airlock, pressing down on the intercom to get everyone down there. “I need the whole crew on M-Deck, as fast as you can.”

Your eyes kept focused on the arm that was crawling to you, stepping back once as if it were going to jump at you. From your spot down the hall you heard the Commander ask who had let them out of the airlock, all for Schmidt to urge them to hurry.

As Schmidt made his way back towards you, standing beside you, both of you couldn’t take your eyes off the arm. It looked to be Mundy’s arm, but you weren’t sure if it was or wasn’t. Of all the things that were happening, this was by far the strangest.

It didn’t take long for the crew to make their way down to M-Deck, the rest of the crew surrounding you and Schmidt as he pointed towards the end of the hall, the arm continuing to make it’s slow approach towards you. When you looked over at Mundy who was beside you, your eyes widened at the sight of his missing arm.

Well that would explain the arm crawling around.

“We need to catch it,” Hamilton explained suddenly. She was right, you couldn’t just stand around watching it, “I’ll go get something.”

While she rushed off to find something to capture the arm, Tam and Schmidt rushed forward, grabbing it and holding it steady until Hamilton came back with a glass box, placing it over the arm to trap it.

“Be careful with it!” Mundy cried. Looking up at him, you offered an apologetic smile, “I just don’t want them to break it.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Mundy.”

He winced slightly, lips pulling to a thin smile before looking back ahead as Schmidt approached Mundy. You were just as annoyed as Mundy was when Schmidt asked if he were controlling his arm.

“I’m not controlling it! It’s over there!” Mundy explained, motioning towards his arm that was kept in the box.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure! Because right now I’m giving you the finger!” The two men locked eyes for a moment, as if ready to start arguing before turning back towards the arm.

“How is that alive?” You found yourself asking, crossing your arms over your chest as you took a step closer towards it, wanting to take a closer look. Before you could get too close, Schmidt pulled you back.

“Don’t get too close to it, we don’t know what-”

“It’s my bloody fucking arm, Schmidt! What else could it be?” Letting go of you, Schmidt sighed as he glanced around the room.

“One thing is clear. The overload did it. None of us believed it was real, but this is the paradox,” Of course nobody wanted to believe him, it was too out there to believe that it was real. “Particles interacting with each other across different dimensions. Two distinct realities in a multiverse...fighting to occupy the same space, creating chaos.”

Schmidt paused for a moment, catching his breath from his scientific explanation, Mundy having a seat to process everything while everyone else stayed frozen in their spots around each other.

“These aren’t the things we know...because they don’t belong to us.”

And then it began to click with everyone. Jensen, Schmidt’s communication logs, your own hidden stash of medicine that the Commander found. This wasn’t from your reality, but another.

"While another paradox is thriving, our's is burning...failing." You mumbled. You glanced over at the Commander, who looked between you and Schmidt in guilt. Of course you were still pissed at the accusation, but it seemed to finally click with him that you were telling the truth. Yes, Jensen was too, but that was in her reality, not your’s.

“Uh, guys. I think my arm is trying to write something.”

Looking over your shoulder towards Mundy’s arm that was captured, you were only slightly surprised to see that it was, in fact, trying to write something.

“Quick, somebody get a pen!” At the Commander’s order, Hamilton quickly turned and looked around for a pen, coming back with a red marker and handing it to Mundy, who gave it to his own arm.

“Oh, that’s creepy.” He groaned, stepping back to watch his arm.

As his arm began to scribble, the crew surrounded the glass cage, reading the words CUT VOLKOV OPEN.

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Standing on the other side of the table that Volkov lied on. You glanced ahead at Acosta who held the knife in his hand, shaking as it hovered over Volkov’s chest. He seemed uncomfortable, not able to cut open into him. When he dropped the knife, he sighed and looked around.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”

“Come on, you’re the doctor-”

“Give it to me, Acosta,” You explained, cutting Mundy off with your hand extended out in front of you. When Acosta did, you took a deep breath and looked down at Volkov. It was almost as if he were sleeping, and perhaps that’s why it took you a moment before finally cutting into him.

The knife sinking into his chest wasn’t the worst part, cutting down until you had enough to rip open. It was ripping him open that made your stomach turn. Taking a hold of either side of his opened chest, you broke open his front, trying to ignore the tearing sounds and the smell from his organs.

When the smell hit you in the face, you jolted back, your arm coming up to your face to cover your nose and mouth, gagging harshly. You shook your head as Tam came up to you, holding your hand in front of her.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You smiled weakly at her before turning back to Volkov, exhaling through your mouth before going back in.

Your hands sank into Volkov’s organs, surprised to feel the warmth still in him. It reminded you of Thanksgiving with your family, how you always refused to stuff the turkey because you hated the feeling of the guts.

“Mama, please, I don’t want to do this, you know I hate it!” You whined, your face turned away as your hands sank into the turkey, your face going green.

“Oh just smile! I want to put this in the scrapbook!” Your mother insisted, holding a camera to your face.

You winced and peeked an eye open, “Mama!” You whined, earning a laugh from your father who sat at the table prepping the potatoes with your brother and sister.

“Come on dear, just smile once for your mother, it’ll be over before you know it.” Your father cooed, pausing his moments from slicing the potatoes to look over at you near the oven.

Groaning, you glared slightly for a moment before complying, opening your eyes and smiling weakly at the camera, watching as the flash went off before your mother grinned at you.

“Okay, I think that was enough torture for you. Go wash up and come back and you can help me with the pie.”

Ripping your hands from the turkey, you quickly rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the bathroom, the repeated “ew, ew, ew” echoing throughout the home.

You tried to not think about what you were digging through, your eyes sealed tight as your arms sank in Volkov more, elbows deep before finally feeling something. It felt cold, sphere shaped, something that clearly didn’t belong inside of someone’s organs.

“I found something!” You exclaimed, gripping onto whatever you caught and slowly pulling it out of Volkov. When you stood up straight, holding out what you found, you nearly dropped it in shock. It was the gyro.

The missing gyro was inside Volkov.