#ernst schmidt x reader

[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."

[hereticpriest]

Ctrl and Power

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Ernst Schmidt x Female Reader

Summary: You want to tell your crew about your relationship, but you worry about the ramifications. Your boyfriend gives you a little incentive to change your mind.

Warnings: Secret relationships, working relationships, heavy flirting, jealousy and envy, worries of not being taken seriously due to gender and relationship, previous experiences with sexism, Schmidt has anger issues, slight degradation, p in v sex, rough sex, light spanking, spit kink, finger sucking, unsafe sex via lack of protection, creampie, fucked stupid, mentions of future marriage.

Notes: Liebling means darling, liebchen means sweetheart, schatz means treasure, bärchen means cute bear, häschen means cute bunny, Ich bin in dich verliebt means I am falling in love with you, Ich habe mich in dich verliebt means I have fallen in love with you, Ich liebe dich means I love you, Ich liebe dich auch means I love you too.

You're halfway into a deconstructed wall unit attempting to reroute a broken power line when cold fingers tickle along the small gap between your shirt and your trousers. You yelp, instinctively kicking out and scowling at the laughter that follows as you set your tools down on the bottom of the panel. You pull out of the wall and see exactly who you thought you would, a cheeky smirk on his face as he scrolls through a datapad idly behind you. He looks unfortunately handsome with his annoyingly cute scruff and his nerdy glasses, and it softens your ire despite yourself.

"Ernst Schmidt, that is harassment and you know it." You wag your finger at him, and he rolls his stupidly pretty honey eyes as he dismisses an alert on his datapad.

"You're not even ticklish, liebchen." He protests weakly, stepping closer and resting his shoulder against the wall beside you, "you can't blame me for being tempted."

"I most certainly can - your hands are freezing! And don’t call me that, Ernst, be discreet. Besides, Mundy would be on my ass if he thought we were mucking about - he's already being nice not telling anyone about us, and I don't want to tempt him by making him think I'm slacking off." You insist, waving your hand at him insistently to try and get him to leave you alone. In an ideal world, you wouldn't have to chase him off - you'd be able to take the time to talk to him without worrying about what someone might think if they saw you. Unfortunately, it is not an ideal world, and as much as you'd love to stare at his pretty face all day, you have work to do and you can’t be the one to slack off. No one is going to fire the genius physicist, but they could definitely get rid of one of the engineers. You might all have different specialisations, but you doubted that would stop anyone.

Ernst sighs, adjusting his glasses as he looks over the power readout he’d been examining on his datapad when he passed by you, apparently approving of the numbers since he dismisses it and looks back up into your eyes. He doesn't even try to act like he's about to leave. Instead, he smiles, licking his thumb and rubbing away a spot of dirt on your cheek. You smile sheepishly, rubbing away the slick spot.

"You never slack a day in your life, and Mundy knows it. That's why you're his favourite on this whole station." Ernst reminds you, before his voice becomes ardent, his expression yearning, "Liebchen, it's been too long. Visit me tonight."

Your cheeks burn, and you cover his mouth with your hand as you shoot panicked looks up and down the hallway.

"Shh, Ernst, Christ! Send me a message, okay? I know you're one of the geniuses keeping this station going, but I'm just a grunt. No, I'm the grunt's grunt. I'm expendable."

You squeak as he kisses your palm, pulling your hand away quickly to avoid further molestation and huffing dramatically. You even stomp your foot, and Ernst snorts, the fondness in his eyes obvious to anyone who might see him. God, he was so bad at hiding things.

"Relax, häschen, enough thumping. You are not expendable, and no one would say anything if they knew. Perhaps Volkov, but no one important. You think they care more than they actually do. You know Kiel thinks the world of you."

You relax ever so slightly, and turn back to the panel you were working on, "Either way, Ernst. I'll see you tonight."

Ernst smiles brilliantly, and you hide from him by crawling back into the wall panel, missing the look Monk gives you both as he rounds the corner to find the physicist staring directly at your pert ass before he begins to walk away.

~

You sit beside Mundy at dinnertime, and he slings an arm across the back of your chair, heads nearly pressed together as you look over a power grid overlay of the station. There’s been issues with power fluctuations lately. Nothing that appeared to affect the tests, as it was more of a delay than a lack of power existing, but it was assumed by mission control to be a simple anomaly caused by overachieving systems fighting for power levels. Still, it had bothered you, and you liked to fix things that bothered you even if they weren’t necessary. You point out the reroutes you made, and Mundy grins widely, examining the power readout comparisons.

"Efficient. Good job, kid." He praises you, and you find yourself beaming despite the demeaning nickname. You’re not a child, despite being the youngest on board. Kiel notices your little tête-à-tête and asks what's up as he passes you by to claim his own seat, which makes you cringe at the added attention of the station commander. Mundy brags about your work, giving you a playful shake by your shoulder while Kiel praises the initiative. You're sinking into your seat as you look around the room, only to notice Ernst staring at you and Mundy. Mostly Mundy. Mostly Mundy's arm around your back.

God, men are so tiring.

You roll your eyes, and he clearly notices because he flushes a little and looks away, adjusting his glasses. You're used to his needless jealousy, and he's used to the way you dismiss it. He's the most handsome man you’ve ever met, and he’s intelligent to boot - you have no idea why he thinks you'd ever want anyone else. You suppose that isn't why he's actually jealous, now that you think about it properly. He's not jealous because he thinks you might be interested in Mundy, who is more like an older brother than anything else. He’s jealous because no one knows that you're his. He's jealous of the fact that Mundy can touch you without worrying about what anyone will think of it. He's jealous that you flinch away from the same touch from him that you allow from others simply because you spend some of your nights in his bed and certainly not theirs. Simply because you think that somehow, they’ll notice that it’s different between you two than it is with anyone else.

Part of you knows, deep down, that if you disclosed your relationship with Kiel, nothing would really change on the outside. You want to tell him - withholding it feels like lying - but you’ve spent your entire career in a male-dominated field doing your absolute damnedest to be recognised for your work instead of your tits. You’ve avoided relationships like the plague, knuckled down and given up plenty of opportunities to have fun just to dedicate yourself to your work, all to be seen with an ounce of the same respect as any other joe blow asshole with an engineering degree. You have a Masters degree in Aeronautical Engineering and a Bachelor's degree with honours in Electrical Engineering - you are as qualified as anyone else on this goddamned station. Telling Mundy about your relationship had been one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, and you’d only managed it because he heavily implied that he already knew and definitely approved.

Mundy really is like family - like the older brother you’d never thought you wanted. He knew Ernst made you happy, and that you got your work done despite your relationship, so he encouraged it. Even helped hide it, sometimes, when one of you slipped up. Without him, you think you would’ve been a nervous wreck and fallen apart.

You know Ernst wants more from you than you’ve been able to give him so far. He’s been patient - he respects you and your dedication to your field. He does his best to understand why you’re so tense about your relationship even if he can never fully get it. He is a man, and he’s never had to go through the same kind of discrimination that you have as a woman, but he tries very hard to listen and understand as much as he can. He’s so good to you, so patient and respectful, even when he’s being a dirty, disrespectful little brat. He deserves more. Sometimes, you think you might’ve been selfish to get together with him, but you aren’t strong enough to let him go. Every moment with him is worth a thousand moments without him, as difficult as it is to sleep when he’s only a couple rooms away.

Volkov approaches, looming over you and Mundy like a vulture to survey the grid changes you've made. He hums, and you do your best to be patient as you wait for his reaction, feeling Mundy stiffen beside you protectively. After a long moment, he huffs a surprised breath, dropping a hand to squeeze your shoulder as he murmurs a quiet 'Good job.' before he moves along to his seat across from you. You're shocked - Volkov has never been mean to you, really, but he's never one to mince words and he doesn't give praise often, if ever. You offer him a shy smile that he returns, gaze lingering on you after you look away to grab your drink and sip it.

Ernst is fuming when you meet his gaze, jaw clenched deliciously.

Shit.

~

The soft sheets below your face smell like his cologne, and you nuzzle against them, even as moans fall openly from your lips. Drool dribbles down your chin, and you do your best to stop it, but a firm hand collides with your plush ass, squeezing and causing your mouth to drop back open. Ernst pushes you forwards into the mattress, squeezing and spreading your asscheeks as he watches you take every single inch of his cock. You claw at the sheets, trying to push yourself up only to feel your lover’s hand slide up your spine to press you back down. You whine, the angle forcing him so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.

“God, Ernst, it’s too deep.”

“Relax, Häschen, you can take it.” He soothes, and you whimper as you feel the bed dip next to you as he plants his foot into the mattress, “You need a bit of punishment, liebchen. Flirting with Volkov, as if he could ever please you with his tiny cock.”

You moan plaintively, reaching back towards him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist in your desperation to touch him. You don’t even have the brain power to refute his claim about flirting with Volkov as he’s already fucked you stupid. He coos at you, pouting mockingly as he puts your hand on your bottom to replace his own, spreading yourself open for him. He trails his fingers up your arm, stroking your forearm, thumb sweeping across the inside of your elbow in a surprisingly gentle gesture while he’s doing his best to rearrange your guts. You make eye contact, and he smiles, kissing his fingers then pressing them to your lips in a sweet gesture, and you clench around him as you take his digits into your mouth as he tries to pull them away. Your tongue rolls across the pads of his index and middle fingers, and you suck gently, eyes half-lidded as your lover bucks into you.

“Ahh, my sweet little liebchen, look at you. Why do you deny yourself this every night? I could make you feel so good.” Ernst purrs teasingly, groaning as he picks up his pace a little, the slap of his pelvis against your ass loud and accompanied by an embarrassing squelch.

“Bärchen…” You whimper, and Ernst hums encouragingly, stroking your lower back in an attempt to soothe you. Despite his rough treatment, he isn’t trying to hurt you.

“What is it, schatz?”

“Wanna hold you.”

Ernst lets out a soft moan, rubbing your flank as he pulls out of you, delicately maneuvering you onto your back. He helps you scoot up on his mattress until your head rests against the pillows, laying between your legs for a moment so he can simply kiss you, gentle as can be. You moan as he pushes back into you slowly, pressing forwards until he bottoms out. You feel a little less overwhelmingly full from this angle, and you give a blissful sigh, putting your arms around Ernst. It’s your first fuck in nearly a week, and every time you go more than a day without him stretching you open, the first time always feels a touch on that side of too full in certain positions. Usually, he’s very good about taking you gently when it’s been a while, but you know he took you a little rougher today because of his frustrations.

“Of course, sweet girl. I’ll give you anything you want.” He purrs, and you stroke his cheeks lovingly, staring into his pretty brown eyes.

”Want you to come inside me and fuck it deeper. Want you to fuck me in the morning and come inside me so I have to walk around all day full of you.” You whisper, “I’m yours, Ernst. Been yours since we were in training, and you told me that terrible joke about astrophysics.”

“It wasn’t that terrible.” He protests, adjusting your hips a little so he can get his hand between you and stroke your clit.

“Yes, bärchen, it really w-” You tease, though you’re cut off by a moan ripped from your throat before you can even finish, and your lover nuzzles his nose against your cheek as he keeps up his steady pace. Your back arches off the bed, mouth gasping for air as you’re struck by the hardest orgasm you’ve had in what feels like an age. Ernst groans against you, pressing kisses to your lips as he thrusts deep into your spasming cunt, stilling once he’s balls deep in your clenching heat.

“Ich liebe dich.” he murmurs firmly against your lips, and you tremble, the gravity of the phrase sinking in deep. It isn’t something said lightly. He’s said ‘Ich bin in dich verliebt’ nearly a year ago, and ‘Ich habe mich in dich verliebt’ more recently in the last couple of months, but never that.

Ich liebe dich.

I love you.

A definitive. In line with his German sensibilities, he waited until he was absolutely sure.

“I love you too, Ernst Schmidt. Ich liebe dich auch.” You sob out, clenching your legs around him, holding his cheeks in a desperate attempt to keep him closer than close.

“Breathe, liebling,” Ernst whispers, pressing kisses across every inch of your face as you both come down from the incredible high, “You’re so beautiful, schatz.”

“Even covered in sweat, hair a mess, and fucked stupid?” You ask, and he laughs, kissing your nose.

“All of that and worse. Though, I am partial to you being cockdumb and pliant for me.” He teases, drawing a giggle from your lips.

“I wasn’t flirting with Volkov. I’d rather eat glass.”

“I know, liebchen. I know.”

“And… I think I’m ready to talk to Kiel.” You add before you can chicken out, watching the shock spread across his face, mouth dropping open as his eyes widen. The delight closely follows, and you pull him into a kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I promise, no matter what happens, I will stand beside you.”

“You fucking better, Schmidt, it’s all your fault. Being so goddamn cute with your stupid physics jokes and your dumb muscular arms for no reason. What kind of physicist is as buff as you? Like, it’s absurd. Completely unnecessary. How dare you be smart, funny, AND hot?”

“Ah, well, I am, as you say… the trifecta? Husband material?”

You can’t help but smack him gently, your face going hot at even the mention of marriage.

Rude!

~

“So, you came to me to have a very hush-hush meeting to tell me that you’re dating?” Kiel asks as if to clarify, his expression perfectly neutral, giving nothing of his feelings away. You nod, biting at your lip as you squeeze Schmidt’s arm.

“We wanted to let you know. We won’t make a fuss with the rest of the crew, and we won’t let it affect our work, I swear.” You insist. Your lover - boyfriend, though the word feels juvenile for the feelings you have for him - nods in support of you, but his expression is questing as he examines Kiel for weaknesses.

“I know you won’t.” Kiel comments, and you agree instantly, relief coming like a tidal wave until he interrupts your thought process, “considering you’ve been flirting since mission launch, and fucking since… what, a couple of months in?”

Your whole body goes hot with embarrassment, your cheeks on fire as you freeze in place. Were you really that unsubtle?

“I’m fairly sure everyone knows already. We’ve been waiting for you two to finally speak up. Why do you think Volkov is always extra nice whenever he wants to piss your boyfriend off?” Kiel asks, and you blink.

Well, shit.

“I… suppose this meeting is unnecessary then.” Ernst speaks up finally, putting his hand on the back of your neck comfortingly.

“Well, it did stop the clock for bets. Ava lost ages back - she guessed you’d fess up over a year ago.” Kiel comments, and you groan, getting up from your seat quickly.

“Okay, wonderful, great talk Commander. I’m going to go die in a hole now, thanks.” You inform him, fleeing the room so quickly it’s like you were never there. Ernst stands to follow you, and Kiel offers him a slightly softer smile.

“Mundy’ll kill you if you hurt her.”

“I’m aware, and I have no intentions of ever doing that.”

“Good. Ava’s first in line if she ever hurts you - she called dibs. Tam’s still grumpy about it.” Kiel teases, and Schmidt laughs, fondness making his smile warmer than usual.

“Good to know.”

“If you guys decide to tie the knot, we better all get invites.”

Schmidt bites back a grin, rubbing his hands together for a moment before shrugging, “I suppose, keep your eye on your mailbox when we get home then. I promised myself I’d wait until we were groundside again before I asked. We’ll have to figure out a lot of things when we head back. Where we’re going to live is the first and foremost.”

“I think all of that will fall into place quite quickly. It won’t be long. You’ve been making good progress - we’re almost there. I can feel it.” Kiel replies as he gets up from his desk, “C’mon, we better inform the crew so we can settle this bet and get back to work.”

Together, the two men walk down the halls towards the cafeteria, wondering if that’s where you’ve fled to.

“What did you bet?”

A pause. A guilty pause.

“I figured she’d hold out until the mission was over. She’s such a stubborn thing.” Kiel muses, and Ernst laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

“Ahh, she bends easy enough with the right incentive.” He comments as the two enter the cafeteria to find the whole crew gathered. You’re sitting pretty with Mundy, who appears to be trying to talk you off the proverbial ledge.

“Looks like Volkov wins.” Monk comments, and Schmidt groans loudly in protest, “What? It’s your fault you didn’t wait a little longer.”

You beam at that, and your love rolls his eyes, knowing what’s about to come.

“Yes, Monk, it most certainly is Schmidt’s fault. I guess I don’t blame him though - I am pretty great.”

That gains you a round of eyerolls and laughter, but your physicist approaches to kiss the top of your head, sitting on your other side after giving Mundy a friendly clap on the shoulder.

“I can agree with you there, Häschen. Even when you resort to thumping at me.”

It takes every single bit of self control in your body to keep yourself from stomping your foot, the habit so deeply ingrained that it’s second nature.

Schmidt winks at you, and you grin, feeling lighter than you have in ages. Having the secret out felt nice, but the way Ernst kept holding your hand and stroking your ring finger between his thumb and index as if rolling a ring? Yeah, that felt a whole lot nicer.

[orions-quiver]

Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)

Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Andrea Marowski

• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.

• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.

• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.

• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).

• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.

• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.

• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.

• He was mesmerized.

• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.

• "Danke, Andrea."

• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ernst Schmidt

• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.

• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?

• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??

• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???

• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.

• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.

• It was cute and he couldn't complain.

• He did ask why though the next morning.

• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."

• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Niki Lauda

• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.

• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.

• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.

• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.

• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.

• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.

• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.

• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.

• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

• "I see you found my helmet."

• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"

• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Laszlo Kreisler

• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.

• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.

• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.

• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.

• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.

• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."

• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.

• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.

• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."

• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.

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🛰️ Space Is Cold, You Are Not

Space Is Cold, You Are Not: Huihana Eketone has been on board the Shepard for over two years, helping to keep it functioning while her team attempts the impossible; create unlimited energy. After developing a friends with benefits relationship with the residential physicist on board, it becomes clear that Hana’s relationship with one Ernst Schmidt is anything but casual when she is severely injured by a cluster of space debris while performing a repair.

Warning: Language, Explicit Contents, Bad Things Happen to Reader, Gore/Wound description, Angst, Idiots in Love, Space is Dangerous.

To Note: Ernst Schmidt x Māori!Reader, Reader is from New Zealand, The Shepard is Successful, I tried my best with Māori translations but my grammar might be wrong, Friends/‘Enemies’ W/Benefits Turned Lovers.

Word Count: ~7.5k

Shepard Station, Circular Orbit

Your steady breathing was the only thing you could hear over the slight buzzing from the open comms link. The buzz of the electronics was a sound you had grown used to since arriving on the newly completed station. Space is cold, empty, silent, at least it was when you suited up to repair or adjust a part of the accelerator outside the safety of the station.

Out of everyone on the team, you had spent the most time in space, and with it, the most risk. But as one of the mechanical engineers who had spent numerous hours designing and building this station, no one on board knew it better than you did. Not to mention your whole reason for being here was to ensure that the station didn’t fall apart before the tests were completed.

Hence why you were outside the station in an EVA suit, tightening up several bolts to a control panel after you had done some adjustments for Volkov. The wrench in your hand was once again proving difficult as the bulky fingers of your suit struggled to keep a grip on it.

“Kiel to Eketone, what are your O2 levels?” Kiel’s voice buzzed and crackled over the comms, jarring you from your silence.

“You asked me that fifteen minutes ago, Commander.” You answered dryly, finally tightening the bolt to a satisfactory hold.

“And I want to know what your O2 levels are once again.” He replied in that tone of his. Everyone always gathered on the main bridge of the station to monitor your progress while you were working in the vacuum of space. CO2, O2, heart rate, respiration, body temperature, you named it, they monitored it. Excessive, but safety in space had been hammered into all of your brains until you muttered in your sleep.

“78%,” you answered, glancing down at the tablet strapped to the top of your right forearm. “And I’m almost done bolting the panel back in place so stop worrying about my oxygen consumption, you know these tanks can last hours.”

“Not happening, it’s my job as your commander to worry about you.” Kiel responded. “You do yours, I do mine.”

“If you are about to go into a long indentured speech about the dangers of space, need I remind you that out of the seven of us, I’ve spent the most time in an EVA suit? It’s literally in my job description to go into the vacuum and fix things.”

“I believe what the commander means is that we all worry about your safety given the unpredictable nature of its environment.” Hamilton spoke up. “He’s not questioning your ability to fix the Shepard.”

“Do not remind me of the incident that happened three months ago, Ava, I’ve got the scars as a clear reminder.” You told her as you got the last bolt safely in place. Your bulky EVA covered fingers tugged on the hatch to test the lock. It was good. “Panel secure, I’m heading back to airlock 31.”

“Copy that, Tam and Hamilton will meet you there for decontamination.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” you responded dryly, securing your wrench to its spot on your leg. The EVA suit made movement slow, and while you were pulling yourself along a grab rod you could hear Volkov grumbling underneath his breath about your slowness. “You are welcome to do the space walk for repairs then, Sasha.” You snipped in reply.

“Don’t get into it, you two,” Kiel ordered. “With repairs finished and the new codes in, we’re in for another test tomorrow. I want all hands on deck and rested. Kiel out.”

You focused on getting back to the airlock without incident. But of course, that involved changing your lead from one rod to another and pulling yourself up across the bridge connecting the particle accelerator ring to the main habitat of the station. Pushing yourself along, you reached out and grabbed the next rod to attach its lead to your suit before disconnecting the other one. The comms crackled.

“How exactly are you friends with Volkov? I swear you two almost butt heads as much as he and Schmidt…” You chuckled at Hamilton’s words, and pressed the comms switch on your forearm.

“Sasha and I go back to the early days of planning, long before it was decided that I would be sent up. He’s an ass, but he knows what he is doing and I can respect that.” You answered. “And as for why he and Schmidt butt heads so much? Sasha’s an ass and Schmidt is a hot head. Bad combination for a pressurized station in space.”

“Is that why you don’t like Schmidt?” You snorted at Eva’s offhanded, yet jesting question.

“Who said I don’t like Schmidt, Ava?”

“Uh, by the fact that you only ever call him Schmidt?” Hamilton countered. “I know you well enough by now that when you consider someone a friend, you call them by their first name. But not once in our six hundred and ninety-four days up here have I ever heard you call him Ernst.”

“Do you? Or anyone else for that matter?”

“Not if we don’t want a frosty glare. My point is, what do you not like about Ernst that has you always so reserved with him?”

“Hei aha atu māu.” (Mind your own business.) You muttered in reply, pulling yourself up the long rod to the airlock. “I’m almost to the airlock, stand by for lock opening and decompression.”

Fifteen minutes later Tam and Hamilton were helping you out of the EVA suit. Standing in your underwear and tank top, your fingers quickly worked your tablet as you uploaded the updates to Kiel’s computer on the bridge with your seal of approval.

“With my repairs, we’re back on schedule for tomorrow.” You said while pulling on your pants and buttoning them. “In the meantime, I’m taking my downtime. Comm me if anything happens, or better yet, don’t. I need to sleep.”

You took your jacket from Tam, who gave you a knowing look, and returned it with a dirty one. Slinging your jacket around your shoulders, you strode out of the airlock while reaching for your comms unit attached to your thigh. You shot Kiel one last message that you had sent the updates to the computer as you headed for the crew quarters.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor, you stopped at crew quarters five and raised your hand to knock on the metal door. Your knuckles rapped softly on the metal for only a moment before the door slid open. You blinked in surprise, only to find a hand shooting out and grabbing onto the front of your jacket.

You were jerked into the room and as the door slid shut behind you, your back hit metal and fervent lips pressed against yours. Your hands instantly reached up to bury themselves in brown hair and tug on the silky strands. Lips parting, you hungrily returned the kiss while larger hands landed on your hips and pushed themselves beneath your jacket.

Those hands continued on their journey until they found their way around your sides and up your back. Palms pressed on the center of your spine and your body was pressed up against his. You could feel every ounce of tension in his body, and you knew he was moments from breaking. Moaning against sinful lips, you dragged your fingernails from his hair and down his neck.

Seconds later, lips were separating from yours and voraciously nipping at your jaw and the tender flesh of your throat. You sank your nails into his back and pushed his head further against your skin as little eruptions of pleasure surfaced. But lips ravishing your skin only lasted so long, as did your patience. Your hands dropped from his shoulder and head, and you were tearing at his clothes.

Your fingernails scraped at his green shirt until you had it free of his arms and over his head. You tossed it to the cold floor and then rotated your shoulders, allowing your jacket his hands had been pushing at, to slide from your figure. While your fingers dove for the waistband of his pants, he was yanking your own from your hips. The soft material combined with your simple black underwear dropped past your anti-slip socks, and using your feet, you pushed those too, from your body.

Completely naked from the waist down, your body was hoisted up against a cold wall and in seconds lips were back on yours as a waiting cock slid into your body. Your nails were back, sinking into hot skin and drawing red lines that would leave behind reminders of your illicit affair. Reminders of what was your secret, and what was only for you.

Moaning against Ernst’s mouth, you tightened your legs around his waist while clawing at his shoulder with your left hand. Every time he pressed inside of you drew out a whimper, each and every thrust somehow finding the same exact spot that lit your body up in the best way. Ernst’s lips detached from yours and sloppily pressed against your chin and jaw, laying down kisses that you felt long after his mouth moved on.

You pressed your head back against the cold metal wall you were pressed up against and let yourself fully absorb the stolen moments of intimacy that bore you just enough sense of humanity to keep you sane on this station. The fire burning in your abdomen was well past a broil at this point and well on its way to being an electric wall of lust that would completely overtake your body.

Ernst’s lips ran along your pulse before his teeth started grazing your skin, adding just enough of a threat to send shivers down your spine. You couldn’t leave marks in obvious places, no matter how much you wanted to, but the idea was more than enough to continue walking the high wire. Maybe someday this could be more, but for now, it would have to be enough. Your hands detached from Ernst's body, and you yanked his lips back to yours, devouring his lips with your teeth before pursuing a deeper kiss.

Ernst’s body burned against yours and arching your back against that inferno, you let the pleasurable sensations in your body swell until they could no longer be contained. The room started spinning as both Ernst and you found what you so desperately sought after. Your mouths separated as both of you panted to catch your breaths once more. Ernst pressed his forehead against yours, and you draped your arms over his shoulders once more. With his arms still supporting your body, you were pulled away from the wall and carried the short distance to his bed where you melted beneath each other's touch and just for a little while, escaped the grim reality that surrounded you.

Flash… Flash… Flash… Flash… Flash…

The lights of the particle accelerator ring flashed by in the window, lighting up your blank face every time the inhabitable section of the ship completed a rotation for our artificial gravity.

“You need to see Acosta, Hana,” came his gentle words that broke the heavy silence in the room, continuing to stare at the lights in your own silence. He brushed his fingers across your shoulder and then down the back of your arm. “I’m worried about you.”

“He’ll just tell me that I need to get more sleep, or put me on that medication again. I didn’t like it the first time, and I will not be put on it again,” you muttered out, your fingers of the hand tucked up against your chest curling around the sheet covering your body. He sighed at your words, and soon there was a tugging sensation on your shoulder. He pushed you from your side to your back so he could look at you in the eyes.

Brown met your eyes, and you swore it was like he was seeing into your very soul, like he could see who you truly were behind the mask you always kept up. His eyes gazed into yours with such gentleness and concern, it was that look that made you cry when you were alone in your quarters where no one could see. Up here in space, he was yours. That soft and gentle look was yours, his warm comforting hugs were yours. But we couldn’t stay in space forever. On Earth, that look was not exclusively yours, and neither was he.

“I’m trying so hard to make things work, Ernst, but I— I don’t think I can,” you whispered up at him. “We only have enough fuel for three more firings. After that, it’s over.”

“The fate of the world does not rest on your shoulders and your shoulders alone, Huihana,” Ernst replied softly, shifting his hand to run his fingers lightly down your face. “We are a team. You have kept this station running smoothly for over two years, that is more than enough on your part.”

“We’re still running out of time,” you said, your lips wobbling. “I’m running out of time.”

“We’ll figure this out, you’ve done your job, Liebling,” he said, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead. You closed your eyes and lifted your hand to lightly draw your own fingers across his cheek and into his hair.

“I just want this to be over. I feel so numb, so cold up here,” you said softly, trying to soak in every last bit of warmth you could get from him.

“Space is cold, you are not,” Ernst whispered, pressing a few more kisses to your cheeks.

It was time for the next firing and you found yourself standing on the bridge, tablet in hand as you scrolled through all over the equipment you were monitoring as well as the new changes you had made. Everyone had high hopes for this firing but you were keeping your expectations low, if anything, you expected this firing to be exactly like all others before it: a failure.

“Systems all up and operational on my side, we’re ready,” you spoke up. Ava nodded to you and looked to Ernst.

“Schmidt, system status?”

“Green across the board,” Ernst replied, looking down at his console and pressing a few buttons. From Monk’s station the WBC news station was being broadcasted live, and they were once agin talking about the dangers of the particle accelerator.

“I’ve got fluctuations on deck X,” you spoke up.

“It should steady upon pre-ignition,” Ernst replied as Kiel walked onto the bridge. “Shepard is holding presently.”

“Keep it that way,” you muttered underneath your breath. “I don’t want to do another space walk.”

“Commander, Shepard team standing by for your go,” Ava announced to Kiel.

“Diagnostic mode off,” Kiel ordered as Tam emerged from the data banks in the back.

“X deck modifications complete,” Tam said in Mandarin as she passed.

“Stabilizer?”

“Active,” Ava responded.

“Qinhuangdao, confirm pre-ignition sequencing authorization,” Kiel asked. We all listened to the response and Kiel gave me a nod before addressing the centers we were on call with.

“Huntsville and Qinhuangdao Control, we'll call you post blackout.

“Copy.”

“Stand by for protocol go.”

“Eketone, contact Volkov for compass calibration,” you leaned forwards and pressed the comms button on your station.

“Volkov?” you asked. “The Shepard is ready to be taken online, how’s your station?”

“I’m calibrating our expensive compass,” Volkov responded as Kiel turned to Monk.

“Monk, turn that shit off,” Kiel sighed out. The news channel was finally shut off.

“Gyro is calibrating,” Volkov responded. “Our station is good.”

“Copy that,” you echoed, your fingers fluttering over your tablet.

“You should ask Schmidt, is his station good?”

“Jesus Christ,” Schmidt aired out as you bit your tongue and took a deep breath.

“Tamariki,” (Children) you uttered out as Mundy strolled over and clasped his hands in front of Monk.

“Please, Mr. Monk, hit us with your holy stick.”

“Oh, come on. Not now when we're—“ Schmidt was cut off by a look from everyone and Kiel calling his name. He backed down with a glower, secretly giving you a look over his glasses. You gave him a half-hearted shrug. Everyone went quiet and looked down.

“The farther we travel from home, the clearer it becomes that there is a 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.”

“Amen,” Kiel echoed as Mundy and Monk fist bumped.

“That was righteous,” Mundy said. With final words spoke, Ernst stood up from his station and powered on the key command module, making it extend downward from the ceiling as he walked over with his key.

“Back to work. Sunday School over yet?” Ernst asked, always so serious.

“Schmidt, power up,” Kiel ordered. Everyone started placing their keys into their respective slots to power up the station.

“Sequence running. Thirty to ignition,” Tam said, your eyes dropped to the power levels on the right side of your console.

“Commander?” Ernst asked, Kiel gave him a nod and everyone put their hands on their keys, ready to turn at Ernst’s call. “Three...two...one... mark.”

You turned the keys to the right and the station started rumbling as the particle accelerator powered up and the lights started flickering. You had to place your hand on your console because of the shaking.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on,” Kiel spoke softly, beside you the wall of lights and buttons sparked as several light bulbs burst, and a few seconds later the floor beneath you heaved. You were thrown off your feet as machinery started sparking and exploding. Alarms went off as the crew started shouting, and clawing yourself to your feet, you started checking your console.

“Emergency shutdown!” you shouted. “Powergrid is out of control and we might blow the accelerator!”

Tam started shouting in mandarin, but her words were too fast for you to catch, and in the chaos, you found yourself thrown against the nearest bulkhead. Your head cracked against it and you found yourself sliding down the wall your head in a daze and seeing double.

Between the tilted world you were seeing, the shouting, and the loud emergency sirens, it was hard to get a grip and focus. You’re not sure how long it was before the sirens and alarms were quieted, but when a double of one of the crew appeared in front of you and started touching your face you jerked back from the sensation.

“Whoa, easy, Eketone, you took a knock to the head,” Kiel’s voice said as fingers touched the spot on your head that hurt the most. You flinched and reached up to feel the damage, Kiel kept your fingers from feeling your injury but you could feel the warm sticky blood dripping down your face.

“Monk! Hana’s got a head wound with a nasty bleed.” You tried to swat the hand on your head away. “Come on Han, don’t fight with me.”

“I’m fine,” you eked out. “How’s the station?”

“We’re venting, Mundy and Volkov went to cut off the sections where the damage is, Tam, Ava, and Schmidt are currently troubleshooting,” Kiel explained as Monk appeared with a first aid kit in hand. You grimaced when a gauze patch was pressed against your wound.

“I need the station’s mechanical readout,” you rasped while Monk started opening a suture kit. You eyed the staple gun and butterfly bandages. “That bad?”

“You’ve got at least a three centimeter gash at your hairline Hana,” Monk chided as he brandished the staple gun. “I can see your skull.”

“Well, is it cracked?” Monk snorted as he started to staple the wound shut.

“No, you’ve got a hard head.” Monk quickly stapled wound shut and placed several butterfly bandages over the staples.

“Good, because if we’re venting then shit has hit the fan… I need the mech readout now.” Kiel sighed at your words and you just gave him a look. He knew you were right. You were helped to your feet and brought to the nearest chair where you could start figuring out what the hell just happened.

Despite the head-splitting headache you had, it didn’t take you long to pinpoint where the major issue was, deck H. The couplers for the venting shaft had been blown off, and with them, they had pulled the surrounding structure creating a hole in the station.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you whispered, your fingers quickly pulling up the external camera to get a good view of the damage. This was bad, like really bad. The kind of damage that could lead to the decompression of the entire station, bad.

“Hana? What is it?” Kiel asked, looking at you with worry.

“I need Volkov, now.”

Volkov was walking with you as you strode down the hall leading to deck H’s airlock. Kiel was on your heels and the entire way there Volkov was trying to talk you out of what you were planning on doing.

“…remind you that you just took a hit to the head?” Volkov asked. You snorted.

“No, you may not,” you came to a stop in front of the airlock bay and turned to face both of them. “Forgive me for being egotistical, but I know this ship the best and if you want that hole fixed I’m the best and most qualified for the job.”

You hit the open button for the dry dock bay doors and looked back at Kiel and Volkov.

“You can argue with me on this as much as you want as my friend, but as my commander, you know I’m right.” You finished. Kiel looked anything but happy, but you knew by the look on his face he knew you were right.

“I want this done tight, Eketone, full gear, full cautions,” Kiel stated before looking at Volkov. “Suit her up and meet me back on the bridge, I’ll get the others and inform them.”

Volkov and you turned to enter the dry dock bay as Kiel strode away. You started stripping yourself out of your jacket and pants, and tossing them to the floor, you pulled your shirt over your head as Volkov pulled the EVA suit over on its track.

“He is going to lose his shit when Kiel tells him that you’re the one doing the EVA.” Volkov said as you lifted your leg and stepped into the large EVA suit.

“Who’s going to loose their shit?” You asked, ignoring the fact that you knew perfectly well who Volkov was talking about. “I’m pretty sure no one is going to be happy with me doing a space walk after what happened, not with all the debris flying around.”

Fully standing in the suit, you started tightening it around your body and pulling it up your hips.

“You know who I am talking about, tsvetok,” (Flower) Volkov responded as he maneuvered the top portion of the EVA suit over your head. You lifted your arms and put them through the arm holes as the rest of the suit was brought down and secured. Volkov quickly put the gloves over your hands and locked them in place.

You didn’t say anything as he set the headset on your head and adjusted it so it fit snugly around your ear. The helmet was soon over your head and secured in place, and detaching from the EVA suit from its hanger, you walked over to the airlock doors. Your gloved hand hit the release button and the doors opened. You made your way into the airlock as Volkov sealed you in.

Looking down at the tablet perched on your arm, you hit the comms button. Your headphones crackled for a second before the sounds of voices arguing reached your ears.

“… you can’t seriously think that it is safe!”

“We don’t have much of a choice!”

“She is going to get killed!” That was Ernst’s voice. “How could you let her go with the debris field in a constant state of fluctuation!”

“Volkov could go, he’s got the same training…”

“She’s the most qualified.”

“Bullshit!”

“Schmidt that’s—“ More arguing erupted. Letting out a deep sigh, you reached for the decompression button and started the process. Once the airlock was ready, you hit the external door button. While the door opened, you reached down and opened your comms line.

“This is Eketone, I’m exiting the Shepard.” You announced over the arguing. The raised voices immediately cut off. You reached for the first attachment line and clipped yourself on before edging yourself out. Once clear of the door, you reached for the external controls and closed the door. “External Hatch H-21 closed, I’m making my way over to H deck.”

You had moved a few yards before anyone spoke.

“What are your O2 stats?” Kiel asked, a slight tremor in his voice. He was probably just barely holding it together, so you didn’t dig into him. You glanced at your vitals on your arm.

“O2 stats are at 100, pulse ox is at 99.” You responded, your hands continuing their side-to-side movement as you pulled yourself along. As you expected, it was silent for most of your journey to the broken hull, but that silence was broken ever so often by the alarmed voices of your crewmates regarding a group of debris flying close to where you were.

Finally making it to the upper level where you could get your eyes on the damage, you cringed inside. This was not going to be easy, far from it actually. But it had to be done. Just as you were transferring your leads to the next safety bar, the comms crackled.

“Hana,” you paused at the seriousness in Kiel’s voice. “The moment you move onto the upper level, you’ll be exposed to the debris fields.”

You finished transferring your leads and paused for a moment.

“I’m aware of the risks, commander.” You replied shortly before you pulled yourself up. There was debris and parts of the Shepard floating through space, you hurried your way to the gaping hole. Once you got to the first part of the hole, you pulled out the microfoam injector from your belt and got to work.

The microfoam was doing its job well as you ran the injector gun along the ripped seam of metal, but it was a process that was too slow, and the longer you took, the more your crew aired their worries about the flying metal and electronic parts that got a little close to your EVA suit for comfort. There were a few close calls, but you managed to get most of the hole covered.

It was only when you were sealing up the last few parts that things started to go wrong. The pieces of flying debris started coming by at a faster rate, and you could hear alarms going off through the comms. Your heart, which had already been racing in your chest, sped up.

“Eketone, get back inside right now!” You ignored the voice of Kiel and continued your work. “Eketone!” Kiel’s voice was a bark now and you knew he wasn’t not playing around. You looked up to see the wave of debris that was headed your way at a lighting speed.

“If I don’t fix this now, we lose everything!” You shouted back, your hands clenching around the injector gun as you tried to keep your hand steady. Looking at the slowly closing hole, you started muttering to yourself. “Come on, come on, come on…”

Bits of debris starting hitting your suit, drowning out the shouts from your crewmates. A piece of metal hit the visor of your suit, causing a hairline fracture on the outer screen. Shit. As more and more pieces flew by you, you started to panic. All you could hear was the sound of your heavy breathing and the alarms going off from your suit telling you you were taking damage. Jerking the tool in your hand, you finally sealed the hole, and doing a quick diagnostic scan, the tablet on your arm told you that the pressure in the damaged section of the station was stabilized.

You could faintly hear your crewmates shouting to head back, and that’s what you did. Pulling yourself along, you clenched your teeth as fear twisted its way up your spine. Something it you in the shoulder and you were blasted away from the tether lines. Your arms flailed as you tried to get a grasp once more, but it was hard with how much you were spinning in place. Just as you finally caught sight of the metal bar once more and stretched your arm, something collided with your body.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Mundy shouted unhelpfully as he, Tam, and Hamilton quickly helped Volkov into the second EVA suit. Hands where shaking and nerves were either shot or about to be. “Judging by there scans from her suit, she’s got about half an hour left.”

“I’m not going to take my time,” Volkov snapped at Mundy as Tam and Hamilton quickly snapped the EVA gloves on.

“I’m just saying! It’s still a mess out there, we don’t need you getting hit either.” Mundy exclaimed in defense of himself. Hamilton reached up and pulled the helmet down.

“Listen, Hana’s suit is punctured, but the shrapnel is keeping it sealed for now. When you grab her, try to avoid touching the area or jostling her too much.” Hamilton explained quickly. “You might have to cut her main leads from their secure point, and if you do—“

“I’ll tether her to me first, this isn’t my first time.” Volkov stated, normally he wouldn’t have tolerated being talked to like he had never done a space walk before, but with Hana’s life on the line, he didn’t have the time to argue. Volkov disconnected himself from the EVA track and walked over to the airlock doors. “Monk better be ready for her,”

“He and Kiel are already prepping the surgery bay,” Hamilton answered as she shared a look with Tam. Volkov let out a huff of air before closing the air lock doors behind him. Tam and Hamilton waited anxiously as Volkov departed the Shepard and started making his way towards the area where Hana was still tethered to the station.

“I’m going to see if Monk needs any more help.” Mundy said, dashing for the exit. While the remaining two waited, a red faced Schmidt strode into the docking bay. Hamilton raised an eyebrow at him before glancing down at his wrist.

“I’m surprised that Kiel let you out of the handcuffs,” Schmidt grunted out as he walked over to to the control panel and started pulling up the diagnostic stats for deck H.

“He needs all of us at the moment,” Schmidt muttered lowly, keeping his eyes trained on the numbers scrolling across the screen in front of him.

“You know she’s going to be alright, Schmidt?” Schmidt looked at Hamilton, and she could see that his eyes were red. “If anyone can survive a punctured EVA suit it’s Huihana Eketone.”

“We’re not—“

“We know,” Tam spoke up. Schmidt’s eyes shot to hers and she shrugged. “It’s obvious. We’ve been placing bets on how long you two were going to keep it a secret.”

“I’m not even sure there is anything to be exposed as a secret.” Schmidt answered softly. “Hana has been rather distant lately, I’ve been trying to get her to see Acosta.”

“She’s having trouble sleeping again?” Tam asked, Schmidt nodded in confirmation. The three of them were caught off guard when the an alarm went off indicating that someone was accessing the exterior door. They crowded around the viewing window to see Volkov tugging Hana into the air lock.

“That was quick,” Hamilton commented.

“That’s because Volkov actually likes her,” Schmidt muttered underneath his breath as his eyes trained on the piece of shrapnel sticking out of Hana’s EVA suit. As the external bay was decompressed and the artificial gravity was initialized, reality set in.

“We’re going to have to move her in her suit, we can’t risk causing more damage by accidentally bumping the metal.” Hamilton said as Volkov dragged Hana over to the door. One the internal airlock door was opened, Hamilton and Schmidt took the weight of Hana from Volkov and started dragging her in the direction of the medical bay.

They made it to the medical bay where Kiel, Monk, and Mundy were and with precision and synchonisity, began to work. They carefully pulled the EVA suit apart, leaving the mid section to be cut by scissors, and upon exposing the wound Kiel was glancing up at Schmidt.

“Schmidt, leave,” Schmidt’s face hardened and he was about to retort but was stopped by Kiel. “Do not make me repeat myself. I will have you restrained again if I need to.”

He didn’t want to leave, but if he was forced he would be left wondering what was happening with Hana, so with a leaden heart, Schmidt backed out of the room, his eyes never once leaving Hana’s still form.

Once Hana was properly situated, they finally got a good look at the injury. The shrapnel had pierced through her skin and the area surrounding the wound was smeared in red that was growing by the second.

“Monk, Monk did it hit anything important?” Kiel asked as medical tools where passed around. Monk reached for the portable x-ray scanner and shifted it so it was over Hana’s abdomen. With just as quick view, Monk was able to further assess the total damage done.

“Her spleen was hit, but it missed her other organs.” Monk spoke as he lightly pressed the bloody area. “I’ll have to perform a contrast to see how much internal damage has been done. That will take time.”

“You’re just going to leave it in her?” Schmidt exclaimed from where he was pacing back and forth in front of the viewing window. Kiel terminated the comms line and turned back to Monk.

“Monk, is this survivable?”

“I need time, but we need to leave it in, it’s preventing her from bleeding out.” Monk explained. “I want everyone out but Tam and Hamilton.”

“Were going to need to check on the repairs,” Mundy spoke up, wringing his hands once more. Everyone in the room glanced at him with looks. “What? She put her life on the line for that repair, we need to see it through, it’s what she’d want.”

“Mundy’s right,” Kiel said, glancing between the crew. “We’ll go and work on finishing the repairs, Volkov should be on his way for an update. Send him to the bridge afterwards.” Kiel then glanced at the pacing Schmidt. “And whatever you do, keep him in line. I need him in working condition. Lie if you have to.”

“Yes, Commander.”

With a plan set, they broke up. Monk started to gather further instruments, and looking at Tam and Hamilton, nodded his chin at the medical freezer.

“I need two bags of O positive prepped along with sutures and clamps.” Monk spoke. “I’m going to have to make an incision to get this thing out.”

“I’ll get the blood,” Tam said, hurrying over to the medical freezer. Hamilton ran a scanner over the piece of shrapnel.

“I’m picking up contaminates and radiation.”

“We’ll treat that post operative.” Tam came back over with the bags of blood ready for use as Monk inserted several i.v. lines. Laying out a surgical cover, Monk picked up a scalpel and went in to start his first cut.

Hours later, Monk, Tam, and Hamilton cleaned up the surgical bay. It wasn’t a touch and go situation, but Monk, by no means, could say that Hana would have a one hundred percent recovery. What she needed couldn’t be found on the station.

Striping the gloves from his hands, Monk tossed the soiled material into the trash before going to the closest console and hitting the call button. Kiel was responding within seconds.

“What’s the prognosis, Monk?” Kiel asked, skipping all formalities. Monk braced himself against the metal table and let out a tired sigh.

“I’ve removed the shrapnel and stabilized her… for now. She’s got internal hemorrhaging that’s causing her blood pressure to drop and as for the location the shrapnel hit, her spleen took the brunt of it,” Monk explained. “I can’t repair the damage done, it’s going to have to be removed.”

“Then do it…” Kiel replied before frowning. “Is there something else?”

“Despite the puncture wound creating a seal on the suit, the metal had contaminate particles.” Monk said, his brow furrowing. “It’s going to cause infection and other complications that I can’t treat up here. That and the combined radiation exposure… she needs to be in a hospital, not my medical bay.”

“Then we better get to fixing the Shepard.” Kiel said, he paused before continuing. “And Schmidt?”

Monk looked at the physicist still waiting outside the surgical bay. He hadn’t moved since the surgery had started.

“Cooperative, for now. But we need to hurry on the repairs.”

Three Months Later

New Zealand, North Island

Sitting on a bench on the peak of the farm valley your  parents owned, you stared down at the now flourishing farming plots and wondered how you had possibly helped to create a successful particle accelerator, only to get so injured that you had been rendered unconscious when it was actually rendered successful. The sheer irony.

Looking down, you plucked a long strand of a leaf and started picking away at it. After struggling to solve the energy crisis for so long, and finally achieving that goal, you had no direction in your life anymore. Sure, you had accolades, plenty of awards for your part on the Shepard Station, and a good sum of money in your bank account, but you found that you spent your days in a listless haze.

It was lonely, having woken up alone in a hospital in Auckland. It wasn’t like the crew could come and drop by for a visit, and you were sure they had gone back to carry on with their lives. That meant that everything you had built on that station was gone, including him. It was silly to be this upset, but for once in your life you felt like someone was actually able to see past the walls and barricades you had put up to protect yourself.

But you were no longer on the Shepard and you were no longer a crew; everyone had gone home to their respective countries a hero, and you just felt like a failure. A failure currently moping. Sighing out, you dropped the leaf you had been picking apart and stood up from the bench. It was getting late and knowing your mother, she would not be happy if you were late for dinner a fourth time. It was time to start hiking back down the mountain.

Grabbing the walking stick you had used to climb up the mountain, you slowly began picking your way back down, keeping an arm secured around your waist. Generally, splenectomies were a surgery that only took four to six weeks of recovery, but combined with the damage from the piece of shrapnel and the contamination, your recovery was slow going. The aches and pains in your side were slow to leave.

On your way down, you cut across the sheep paddock and wove through the grazing animals. The sunset was once again a kaleidoscope of colors on the horizon and actually managed to cheer you up some as you walked. Entering the farmhouse garden, you left the walking stick by the cooking shed and headed for the back door of the house.

Using the tips of your boots, you slipped your feet out of your farm boots, you shed your jacket and hung it up on a hook before entering the kitchen and making a beeline for the sink.

“Kia ora, Mama,” you greeted as you entered the homely space.

“You’re late, tamāhine,” Mama called from behind you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “We have a guest.”

“Oh really?” you questioned, only half listening to her. Turning the faucet off, you reached for a towel to dry your hands.

“Are you even listening to me, Huihana?” Mama chided, hanging up the towel. You glanced over your shoulder to give her a look, only to end up doing a double take. Ernst blinked back at you from where he sat at the dining table, looking surprisingly comfortable to be at Hahana Ketone’s dinner table. Your mother had a habit of not mincing her words, and her bluntness often put off visitors. “Why didn’t you tell me your crew mate was so handsome!?”

You blinked rapidly before feeling a rush of warmth on your cheeks at her words. Sputtering a little, you wiped your hands on your pants as you turned around.

“That— that’s not something you go around talking about, Mama!” you replied, holding your arms against your chest. “Certainly not about my crew mate.”

Mama just huffed at you and muttered a few more words under her breath in Māori before standing up.

“I’ll give you two some space to talk,” Mama said before striding from the kitchen, leaving you alone with Ernst. He cleared his throat.

“Apologies it took so long to visit, the others wanted to come as well, but Kiel insisted that we not overwhelm you,” he spoke up. A shiver ran up your spine just from his soft voice, and biting down on your lip, you flickered your eyes away to look at something other than him.

“I’m sure they’re busy,” you said in reply, shrugging your shoulders slightly. “It’s not like you and the others solved a civilization-ending problem.”

“We,” Ernst corrected you. “We solved a civilization-ending problem, Hana. I doubt we would have done so if not for you and your assistance.”

You weren’t convinced, but the look in his brown eyes kept you from firing back a rebutting statement to refute his words. Ernst got up from his seat and walked over to where you stood, staring you down with a raised eyebrow.

“I can see it in your face, you don’t believe that you helped?” he clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“I’m not an astrophysicist or a microbiologist, and I certainly don’t know shit about how the particle accelerator works, Ernst,” you told him. “I just know how to fix things and keep space stations from decompressing.”

“You just proved my point,” Ernst pointed out, coming to a stop right in front of you. You leaned your head back to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Ernst,” you called in exasperation.

“Hana,” he called back, not backing down. “Give in, Hana, you know I’m right.”

Your fight wilted; after all, he had flown over eighteen thousand kilometers to get here, and Ernst really didn’t have any obligations to see you again. It wasn’t like your affair on the Shepard was something that was going to be continued… right?

“I’ll give on that,” you finally stated before looking down at your shirt. “Ernst, why are you here?”

“I think you know why,” Did you?

“Ernst, what happened between us on the station was—” you sputtered out, searching for words to say but ultimately coming up with nothing.

“Was what? Temporary? A stress reliever? Something to do?” he questioned in rapid fire, not giving you time to answer the question.

“Do you really think I am capable of acting like that? We lived together for two years on a space station, Ernst, what don’t you know about me!?”

“Clearly not everything since you are trying to act like those two years never happened,” Ernst finally snapped.

“You aren’t mine down here, okay!?!” you shot back, your voice now raised. “You were mine on the Shepard, Ernst, but not down here.”

“According to who?” he countered, his eyebrow raising. “The only one thinking in absolute is you, Hana. Who says we can’t see each other now that we are back on Earth?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but found that no words came to your tongue. Airing out your frustrations in a long breath, you pushed a hand through your hair.

“Alright, I’m an idiot, can we please move on from the arguing? I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I, liebling,” Ernst said before reaching for your hand. He wrapped his fingers around yours and rubbed his thumb into your palm. “Now that—that is settled, I feel that we have done this backwards, but I would like to take you on a date.”

Date Published: 6/27/22

Last Edit: 4/28/24

[samrsgyi]

My master list

One Chicago:

Chicago fire:

Kelly severide

Stella kidd

Sylvie Brett

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Blake gallo

Ritter

Cruz

Casey

Herrman

Mouch(platonic)

Otis

Leslie

Gabby

Chicago PD:

Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Kim burgess

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Hank voight

Hailey Upton

Chicago Med:

Connor

Ava

Natalie

April

Robin

Hannah

Will

Sarah

Maggie

Denise

Cloverfield:

Rob

Jason

Beth

Lily

Marlena

Hud

10 Cloverfield lane:

Emmett

Michelle

(No frank that bitch is disgusting)

Cloverfield Paradox:

Ava Hamilton

Mina Jensen

Ernst Schmidt

Life (2017)

David

Miranda

Hugh

Sho

Kat

9-1-1:

Buck

Hen

Karen

Bobby

Eddie

Chim

Maddie

Josh

Athena

May

Albert

Lena

9-1-1 Lone star:

Owen

Marjan

Paul

Nancy

Mateo

Judd

Grace

TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)

Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)

Tommy

Michelle

Station 19:

Jack

Andy

Vic

Travis

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro

Nezuko

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Kanao

Genya

Uzui

Shinobu

Mitsuri

Obanai

Rengoku

Gyomei

Muichiro(Platonic)

Sanemi

Aoi

Naho(platonic)

Sumi(Platonic)

Kiyo(Platonic)

A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader

Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.

That's it. My hands hurt so bad.

[cazimagines]

1 and 48 from the smut list w mr schmidt?

(happy hallmark day cazzy!)

Thank you!!! 🥰

"I love it when you moan my name"

"Be a good girl and spread your legs"

For what felt like the 100th time today, you caught Ernst's gaze from across the room.

He held it for a few seconds. The two of you just staring at each other. You both could feel the tension held in the gaze, though the rest of the crew seemed oblivious as they carried on with the work.

You were the first to break away from the eye contact. You could feel your cheeks burn as you turned to look back down at the maths equations you were trying to solve.

You could feel his gaze linger on you, though, as if he would burn a hole through your head from how intensely he was looking at you. Only when Volkov shouted something at him did he finally look away.

You were beginning to feel choked up from the intensity in the room. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating and that your skin was alight with fire. You could imagine the feeling of his lips on your skin, the feeling of his strong hands on your thighs. It made a gasp leave your mouth.

Excusing yourself, you quickly left the main room to go into one of the recreational areas to catch a breather. The team didn't need you for much at the moment anyway. It wouldn't be suspicious for you to have left. What would have been suspicious would be if Ernst had followed you out.

Which is precisely what he did.

"Ernst!" you squeaked as he walked in, his eyes instantly snapping to yours.

He kept stepping towards you, quickly grasping his glasses and tugging them before then pulling you into a passionate kiss. His lips pressed into yours, sucking on your top lip as his hands grasped your waist and your hands rested on his chest.

"It's been too long since I've touched you," he muttered as he pulled away from your face a few inches, breathing heavily.

"It's been two days,"

"Two too many," he grumped, pressing his lips into the dip of your neck, starting to plant kisses on you there.

"Oh, Ernst," you moan, instantly pressing your hand into his hair, tangling your fingers in it to hold him to your neck.

"I love it when you moan my name."

He pressed kiss after kiss on your neck, even sucking on your skin slightly. Slowly he started to push you back until your back hit the edge of a table. Grasping your ass, he lifted you up and placed you on the surface.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs."

You instantly obeyed him, spreading your legs open for him to slot in between. Your hands tugged at the zipper of his suit, pulling it down and pushing the space suit down to leave him in his vest and boxers.

Quickly Ernst rid you of your clothes as well, needing to be able to touch your skin with his warm hands while he had the chance. You helped him rid him of his vest and then pulled down his boxes to reveal his erection, already some pre-cum dripping off the tip.

His hands grasped your waist as he pulled you to the edge of the table. Your hands wrapped around his back, and you buried your head into his chest as he pushed into you.

You two both stayed still for a few seconds, just relaxing and trying to get used to having Ernst inside of you. No matter how many times you had hooked up with Ernst, it always took a few moments to be able to get used to the stretch as he entered you.

Looking into your eyes to make sure you were okay, Ernst started to pull out slowly and then push back in, going gently at first as he held you and rubbed your skin delicately.

Slowly though, he couldn't hold back the passion inside of him. He started to pick up his pace, grunting as he shoved back into you while you clung onto him, your nails digging into his back as you moaned loudly.

"Fuck Ernst," you gasped, feeling how your walls grasped him, trying to get him in further to you as he hit that spongy spot inside of you that made your legs shake.

"You're so perfect." Ernst grasped, pressing kisses to your neck again as he continued to push into your quickly, chasing his climax as he felt it building it up. He was holding off, though, till you came.

His hand snaked down and started to rub around till he found your clit. When he did, he pushed the pad of his finger into it, twirling your finger, which made your mind feel like it was shattering.

"God Ernst, I'm going to-I'm going to-"

That was all the warning you could give him before you felt your release crash down onto you, your legs going to wrap around Ernst and pull him into you as you came.

Your head fell back as you let out a loud moan, and it let Ernst place more kisses on the soft part of your skin as he trusted a few more times into your channel till his own climax hit him, and he let out a low groan as he came inside of you.

"You never cease to amaze me," Ernst whisperers when he finally pulls away from you and gently places a kiss on your lips as he strokes your back, helping you calm down.

"I don't know what I would do without you."

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Dark Matter - Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

The movie was kinda trash, but Daniel Brühl's character was hot, and that was enough for me to write this cause I'm hyperfixated

2.7k words🤙🏻

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It was empty in space. You've always been told that, but you couldn't really fathom how empty it was until you had to live there.

It had already been a year since you joined the Cloverfield, in a seemingly impossible attempt to generate infinite energy for your suffering planet. The task felt unobtainable at first, but being told about the Shepard and its capabilities, you at least had to try.

You were brought on as a technician, alongside seven other members of this mission. In the beginning, you were full of hope and excitement for what was to come. Some thought of the awards and metals you might receive if you were to pull off such an accomplishment, but you weren't in it for the recognition or fame, you just wanted to save your planet. But that childlike wonder and awe you started out with quickly lost its glamour.

You already knew it would be hard to be away from your friends and family, you knew it would take several months or even years to pull it off. You remembered how proud your family was when you were approached to take this job, and they were so adamant that you take it that you couldn't really refuse. Plus, you were asked to go to fricking space, you weren't really convinced that you would have much trouble deciding even if the people you cared about didn't want you to go. But you missed your family dearly, and you were lonely.

Ernst was really the only person on the mission team that you genuinely got along with, everyone else you only saw as coworkers, people that you have to get along with. But with Ernst, it was so easy. You felt connected to him. You both were somewhat hotheaded, but with Volkov constantly finding fault with Ernst solely because he was German, you couldn't really blame him for being a bit fiery. And you had your own issues with Volkov, so you both could share in your annoyance with the man.

You were lonely most of the time, but you could find comfort in Ernst.

It wasn't really a surprise to you, but on your daily call with your family, they had told you that your grandmother had passed away. She was old and already had a foot in the grave, but you had been close with her once upon a time, so it did hurt a lot. She had been sick, and was getting sicker every day. But when you were told she was better all of a sudden, you couldn't help thinking that that was it for her in the back of your mind, and it seemed you were correct.

You didn't really know what to do. You were in pain, but you still had a job to do, so you couldn't just shut down. It was an important day, as you all were going to try to run the tests for the Shepard.

You got dressed in your crew uniform with an emotionless expression, and your face stayed that way. You just knew that if you allowed yourself to feel it, you would break down, and nobody looks professional during a breakdown.

You greeted everyone as you normally did, albeit with a more monotone voice, but you hoped that they just thought you didn't get enough sleep. Plus, nobody would really care anyways. You thought Ava might, just because she had to leave a family of her own behind, but you wouldn't feel comfortable opening up to her. And you absolutely did not want Ernst to know, he did not need any more issues to deal with, especially with how rude Volkov had been the past week, even more than usual. But unfortunately for you, the Russian did seem to notice your unusual mood.

"Wake up on wrong side of the bed, Принцесса?" The man teased, clearly in a sour mood of his own. You just sighed and chose to ignore him, not having the energy to start a fight. "What? No snarky comment for me this time?" He smirked, and you seriously wanted to punch him.

A waste of oxygen, you thought.

"Leave her be, man." Mundy voiced. "We don't need the negative energy today."

Ernst walked up to you as you watched your bagel getting 3D printed, already feeling your mouth going dry at the thought of having to eat it. You almost flinched when Ernst placed his hand at the small of your back. "You alright?" He asked.

You tried to smile at him and nodded. "Yeah, 'm fine. Just sleepy."

"I've had trouble sleeping too, so I understand."

"Come on, y'all!" The commander's voice echoed. "We gotta start running these tests now if we ever wanna be ready for launch day."

It was a very difficult day. The tests were a complete bust and it felt like the whole mission was just a bad idea in the first place. And Volkov just kept criticizing everything that you did, it was bad enough that he did it to Ernst, but it seems that Volkov somehow just knew that you were already having an off day. You just wanted to escape to your room and cry, maybe just sleep for a week. But you still had to log the notes that you made into the system, but that asshole couldn't leave you alone. "Another failure, who could've guessed?" Volkov snarked. "I swear, if you and Schmidt weren't on this mission, we would've succeeded by now."

"Please, Volkov, I'm not in the mood." You all but begged, the weight of your bad news getting heavier and heavier. Just a little while longer, and you can retreat back to the privacy of your bedroom.

You heard Volkov let out a little laugh, flinching when he forcibly turned you around to face him. "What's the matter with you?" He asked, definitely not out of the goodness of his heart, but only to tease you more.

"None of your business." You snapped, turning back around and trying to finish your work as fast as you could.

"Jesus, who died to make you all weepy, or is it just that time of the month?" Big mistake.

You broke, and you couldn't handle the man anymore. Before you could even consider the consequences, you balled up your fist and punched Volkov square in the nose. You had never punched anyone before, so that's probably why you didn't break his nose, honestly, it almost hurt your hand more. But you watched with satisfaction as blood poured freely down his face, an angered and shocked expression on his face.

"Cука." He growled, balling up his own hand tightly. You braced yourself as Volkov drew his fist back, closing your eyes and waiting for the pain to come. But thankfully, it never did.

"What the hell is going on?" Mundy exclaimed, holding Volkov back from getting his revenge.

"The whore punched me!" Volkov spat, holding his nose, blood seeping out of the gaps in his fingers.

"Well, you probably deserved it then. Come on, let's get you to Monk."

Despite being appreciative of Mundy's discreetness and overall favor towards whatever reason you could've given for your impulsive attack, you knew Volkov would take the first chance he got to blab to the commander and try to get you punished. But until then, you decided to hide out in your room, cradling your now injured hand in your lap, watching as it slowly bruised and throbbed.

Now, you were both in emotional and physical pain.

Tears welled up in your eyes when your hand would clench up and release, pain shooting all the way up to your elbow. You didn't know if something was broken, definitely sprained, but you didn't have it in you to care. You thought of your family, your grandmother, and all you wanted was to be home on Earth, even if it was an absolute shit show and you were probably better off in space. You wished you never had joined this stupid mission in the first place, you would've been there for your grandmother's passing if you hadn't.

"Fuck!" You yelled, throwing whatever was in your vicinity at the wall; apparently, an empty hydro flask. You hated feeling like this. You hated not being in control of your feelings like you usual were, everything was thrown off-kilter and you wished it would stop.

You bit your lip hard as tears fell from your eyes without permission, but that was just was you needed, even if you consciously didn't want that to happen. Feeling the tears stain your cheeks, hitting your bruised hand as they dripped off your chin, finally made you allow yourself to sob. You never felt lonelier than you did right now, crying by yourself in your empty, dark, and cold room. That is, until you heard a soft knock on your door.

You quickly wiped away any tears left on your face, shaking your head to try and force your feelings away, brushing yourself down to seem somewhat presentable for whoever was outside your cabin. You weren't that surprised to see it was Ernst, but it didn't make you less flustered when you realized he was analyzing your face, his expression turning into one of concern, which is what you didn't want. "May I come in?" He asked, not really giving you time to answer as he walked past you into your room. "You punched Volkov." He stated as you closed your door, turning back to face him with a frown.

"I'm willing to bet Kiel isn't too happy with me." You replied.

Ernst chuckled. "No, he isn't. But I've punched that bastard many times, so I don't think you'll have to worry about being punished. Plus, what can he do, throw you out of the station?"

"I suppose not. So, why are you here, Schmidt?" You asked, minding your hand and hiding it by crossing your arms.

Ernst furrowed his brows, taking a step closer to you, causing you to involuntarily take a step back. "You haven't been yourself today. You've been quiet, spacey, and you've never been the type to resort to violence; not like me. Though, Volkov probably had that punch coming, especially with how badly he's been treating you, which is also something you don't take quietly. I'm…I'm worried about you, Y/n." Your lips twitched upwards for a split second, Ernst rarely ever calling you by your first name, even in private. "And I know you're hiding that hand from me."

You could only watch as Ernst gently uncrossed your arms, putting on his glasses and wincing when he saw your slightly swollen hand. "Oh, Schatz, why didn't you go to Monk right away? Come on, let's get you to-"

"No." You refused, pulling your hand away, ignoring Ernst's confused expression. "I just…I don't-" You sighed, taking a seat on your bed. In truth, you were on the verge of a breakdown and you didn't want to be outside the privacy of your room when you eventually broke. One look at Ernst, and you could tell he understood, nodding lightly.

"I'll be right back." Ernst voiced, exiting your room and hearing his footsteps get further and further away. And several minutes later, Ernst came back, holding an ice pack and painkillers. "Take these, and let me look at that hand. Be thankful I know basic first aid."

"Thank you." You mumbled, quickly swallowing down the pain meds, but wincing when Ernst took a hold of your hand once more.

"Sorry." He said softly, trying to be as gentle as possible. "I don't think anything is broken. You're lucky. Volkov is known for his hardheadedness." He joked, making you crack a smile, which made him smile. His expression soon turned serious, but kept his gaze as soft as his hands on you. "So, are you going to tell me what's got you down, mein Liebling?"

It didn't take but a few seconds for you to break under his gaze, your eyes soon burning with overflowing tears. You brought your non-injured hand up to cover your mouth to keep your whimpers from escaping your throat, lowering your head in embarrassment. You kept trying to stifle your sobs as you felt Ernst move in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to sit on his lap where he held you in a firm but gentle hug. "It's okay." He whispered. "Just let it out, mein Liebe."

The dam finally broke at full force, the comfort of knowing that someone you trusted was with you made it easier to allow yourself to be vulnerable. You buried your face in his shoulder, tears running off your cheeks and hitting his jumpsuit. You shook in his arms from your racking sobs, and trying to keep it under control only made it worse. You knew you'd be humiliated after you settled down, but in the moment, you couldn't care less. Though, you still felt bad that you were being like this with Ernst without him even knowing why.

"My…my grandma died last night." You hiccupped, gripping onto Ernst's arm to help ground yourself. "I wasn't close with her towards the end, so I didn't think it would effect me this much. But I guess I was wrong." You chuckled bitterly, angrily wiping away your tears.

"I'm so sorry, Liebe." Ernst kissed your non-injured hand, and you tried to ignore how it made your heart skip a beat.

"I tried not to let it interfere with my work, but since the tests failed…maybe Volkov was right, it was my fault."

"He said that to you?" Ernst questioned immediately, making you regret ever mentioning it. "No. Volkov is a fuckin' arsehole and he can eat shit. It absolutely was not your fault. That fuckin' prick, I should find that bastard right now and-"

"Don't." You interrupted. "Don't. It's not worth it. He doesn't need another bloody nose."

"I disagree." Ernst snarked, but calmed down once he saw your somber expression. "But I won't, I'll stay with you as long as you want me to." He lightly wiped a small piece of hair that had fallen over your eyes, tucking his behind your ear, such an intimate gesture causing your face to heat up. "Do you want me to stay?" He asked softly, gently squeezing your hip.

"Yes." You smiled weakly, caressing the slight stubble that built-up on his face. You leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose, a more courageous moment for you. The look on Ernst's face almost made you regret such an action, until he himself leaned in; not kissing your nose, but your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his mouth moved against yours sensually, making your head spin as he kissed you like it was the only time he could. You moaned as he massaged his tongue with yours, taking his time in exploring your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your waist and roughly squeezing sparingly. And when you thought he'd take things further, he stopped, just as you started to ache for him. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily like he just ran a marathon. "You're exquisite."

"Then why'd you stop?" You huffed desperately, tugging at his shirt.

"It's not like I wanted to. Trust me, I would love to continue, it's just…well, grief can sometimes…uh, increase libido." He cleared his throat nervously, a tad bit overwhelmed. "I just don't want you to regret it, this. Because if it wasn't obvious already, I really like you. And I don't want to jump into anything too quickly, especially when you're in such a vulnerable state."

You smiled genuinely for the first time since you got the news, his clear respect for you warming your heart. "I wouldn't regret it. You're the only person on this station that I truly care about, and I have feelings for you too. But if it's important to you that we wait until I'm in a better, then that's okay. We have all the time in the world up here. But, I still don't want to be alone."

"Well, I wasn't planning on leaving, Liebling."

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No thoughts, just buff German man🥵

[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.

[whydoilovehim]

Daniel characters turn on’s

These are things that turn them on whether you do it on purpose or not it will most likely still get them turned on.

Helmut Zemo

Kissing his neck

Run your fingers along his sides

If he ever sees you in any of his clothes

Niki Lauda

PULLING HIS HAIR

If you praise him after he wins a race

If you rant about how much you hate James and say that niki is better

Ernst Schmidt

Taking his glasses off and tilting his chin to look up at you

Stand up for him in front of volkov

Pulling him onto your lap and kissing his neck while he’s working

Laszlo kriezler

Pull him against you by his lapels and tell him he’s getting a punishment

Lightly wrap your hand around his neck

Put your hand on his thigh and slowly move it closer to his crotch

Andrea Marowski

Call him a good boy

Slowly start undressing him

Compliment his violin skills

[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #13 - Masterbation - Ernst

You watched as Ernst stormed into your room, his face red with anger as the words were already leaving his lips about how pissed off he was with Volkov. He hadn’t even looked at you yet as he stormed around the room, running his hand through his hair in stress. He was on the edge of punching something, though he was trying to hold himself back as not to damage anything in your room.

“Have you ever heard of knocking, Ernst?”

Ernst finally turned to glance over at you for the first time since he entered the room and his eyes widened as he took in your position. You were sitting on your bed, legs spread and your fingers buried inside of you. Instantly Ernst was blushing again, and this time for a different reason. He tried to give you modesty and look away, but he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from your cunt.

“You interrupted me,” you tell him, your eyes not feeling him as you thought amusement curl in you, watching how flustered he had become.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone,” he muttered, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he finally pulled his eyes away from you and quickly strides towards the door.

“Don’t leave… just close the door,”

Ernst pauses and looks back at you, eyes wide. Realising you were serious, though, he quickly closed the door and then awkwardly stood by it. You chuckle with amusement at how awkward the man was, how he needed to be told everything. You start to move your fingers again inside of you, feeling your building climax again.

“Sit on the bed and get your cock out,” you bark at him, and he eagerly does so. He sits down on the end of your bed, facing you, and slowly unzips his work suit and pulls his semi-hard cock out.

“Stroke yourself,”

Nodding, his eyes focused on your fingers again, watching the way they twisted in and out of you as he spat on his hand and stroked himself to hardness. He started off slow but then picked up speed, twisting his palm and running his thumb over his tip to collect the pre-cum starting to drip, and used it as more lube as he rubbed himself. The sound of slapping filled the air as he worked himself faster, his breath staggering as he reached his limit as well.

You were moving your fingers faster now as well, matching his tempo, and you felt so close to your own climax, the heat curling in your stomach. However, Ernst’s face was redder as his glasses slipped down his nose from the sweat accumulating on him.

“I’m going to, I’m going to cum, soon y/n,” he could say, his breath hitching at the end.

“Not yet. You need to wait for me. It’s only fair,” you tell him, curling your fingers inside of yourself.

Ernst bit down on his bottom lip but tried to do as you asked, pressing down on his tip slightly and hissing as he delayed his oncoming climax. His eyes focus on your fingers again, willing you to be faster to bring yourself to your climax so that he can reach yours.

You grind your hips into your bed as you let out a few gasps, jabbing your fingers inside you a few more times till you finally let your head fall back as you come over them, your walls clutching down on your fingers as you let out a loud moan. Ernst could tell that you had come, and the man didn’t have any more willpower to hold back. Crying out your name loudly, the man’s eyes shut as his own back arched slightly and his cum shot out, going all over your bedsheets as he slowed down the movements of his hand, pulling out his climax as long as he could till he cock was too sensitive to touch anymore.

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Laszlo Kreizler

Everybody Loves Somebody

Helmut Zemo

Repentance

Another Love

Multi Character

Any Other Lifetime

[hereticpriest]

Adding Ernst Schmidt from The Cloverfield Paradox to the character roster even though I doubt anyone cares about that movie anymore because I love him dearly and selfishly hope someone requests him. 😅

[orions-quiver]

Daniel Characters I Write For

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Alexander Kerner (Good Bye, Lenin!)

Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender)

Checo (Paradise Mall)

Dirk (All Together)

Erik Jan Hanussen (The King's Man)

Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

Father Antonio (Intruders)

Fredrick Zoller (Inglourious Basterds)

Helmut Zemo (Captain America: Civil War and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier)

István Thurzó (The Countess)

Jan Weingartner (The Edukators)

Laszlo Kreisler (The Alienst)

Niki Lauda (Rush)

Paul Krantz (Love in Thoughts)

Tony Belardi (Burnt)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

List is subject to change as I consume every film and television show that Daniel is in that I possibly can. Requests are open, just send an ask! They can be a full fic, some Danny Bunch headcanons, or even individual headcanons! I also write any genre with any form of reader (male, female, gnc, gender neutral, trans, ect)! Just let me know for anything specific!

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

Ernst Schmidt Masterlist

Legend:

❗ = Explicit Sexual Material

🛰️ Space Is Cold, You Are Not ❗

Last Edit: 4/28/24

[hardlyinteresting]

Daniel Brühl Characters as Starbucks drink part 2

okay because yall liked the FIRST PART so much, here's part 2

Ernst Schmidt

2 shots of espresso, 4 pumps of mocha sauce, steamed milk, whipped cream topping.

bitter, but in a weirdly sweet way.

Andrea

2 shots of espresso, 4 pumps of vanilla syrup, milk.

sweet, vanilla flavour. Endearing. Innocent.

Niki Lauda

4 Shots of Espresso on ice.

Sharp. Simplifed. To the point.

David Kern

4 shots ristretto, 3 honey blend, steamed almond milk.

Soft, warm, sweet but subtle.

[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.