#Ernst Schmidt imagine

[mlmxreader]

The Stars Shine For You | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader

anonymous asked: Could I request a very fluffy and cute Ernst Schmidt being with his boyfriend in a au where the Shepard is successful and everyone is returned home. Maybe a cute reunion where they are all emotional and reassure each other that they are still in love.

summary: you and Ernst have been apart for so long, worried about one another and what to expect when he comes back, but it seems that maybe not much is different.

tws: non-sexual nudity

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After so much time being apart, wondering if he would ever actually come home, you watched on the news as they announced that, at last, the mission had been successful; Earth was saved, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you covered your mouth with one hand and sobbed quietly. Sliding onto your knees as you hit the carpet; he was coming home. Ernst was finally returning.

You broke completely. Relief, joy, pride. It hit you all at once, so hard that you ended up falling asleep on the floor after you were finished crying; so drained that you didn't even wake up when the door opened several hours later.

Schmidt folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at you, a fond smile on his face as he shed a few tears; he chucked his keys on the coffee table, grabbed the fluffy silver coloured blanket from the back of the sofa, and draped it over your shoulders.

He knelt down, kissed your temple, and put a cushion under your head; he would let you sleep for a while, it was the least that he could do. The news was behind a few hours, only just announcing that he and the rest of the crew were actually coming home.

While you slept, Schmidt grabbed a cup of coffee, unpacked everything and put it where it once lived, and showered; he was only just coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, when you woke.

"Hallo, mein Herz," he breathed out.

You stood there, staring at him for a while, before you swallowed thickly and barrelled into him; your arms were tight around his body as you kept him so close, crying quietly as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut and whimpered so softly. Schmidt let the initial shock wash over him before he returned the embrace; now that he had you in his arms, he was finally and truly home.

"Oh, mein geliebter," he murmured. "I missed you so much."

You didn't say anything, holding onto him with all the strength you had as you melted against him; it had been so long, so many days drenched in agony and worry that maybe he would never come back. Maybe the Shepherd would be unsuccessful and everything would go wrong, and now...

Now he was home.

"Ernst..."

"Ja, Ich bin hier," he said so sweetly. "I missed you... I love you."

You sniffled, pulling away and putting your hands on his face, studying his features; he hadn't changed much, except his stubble was a bit long, more scruff than anything else, but his big brown eyes were still the same. His hair was a bit longer than when he had left, and there was a faded bruise on his cheek, but he was still the same as when he had left.

"You need a haircut."

Schmidt grinned as he nodded, putting his hands on yours as he leaned into the touch. "Yeah, I do... you know, I thought maybe you would have moved on."

"Never," you breathed out, shaking your head. "Ernst, du bist meine Welt... I could never."

He brought your hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm as he grumbled ever so quietly. "Du bist mein Stern. Mein geliebter. Mein Herz."

"Immer," you whispered, daring to steal a quick and gentle kiss.

You pulled him over to the bed, pulling back the duvet and getting in, waiting for him to drop the towel and finally join you; you snuggled into his side, pulling the blanket up to his chest as you slung one arm over his chest, your leg across his waist as he held on tightly to you. He was home.

He was home at last. Snuggled up with the man he loved more than anything in the world; all the video calls he had had with you never made up for the real thing. For hearing his voice again, for feeling his arms around you, the gentle caress of his scuff against your skin. Nothing could compare at all.

He tugged you closer, coaxing you to remove your shirt just so that he could feel your skin on his a bit more, tossing the offensive fabric aside and pulling you onto him; your hips on his as you rested your forearms on the pillow either side of his head, kissing him so softly.

You moved your arm so that you could tug at his hair, melting into how he kept his hands on your sides and eagerly dug his fingers into the flesh; the blanket over your back as you allowed him to take control and deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped between your lips, and you felt like you were going to cry.

It had been far too long since you had been able to kiss him again, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, and when he felt the first droplets on his skin, he gently pushed you away.

"Mein Stern... what's wrong?" He brought a hand up to wipe your tears away. "Talk to me."

"I just..." you sniffled, swallowing thickly. "I missed you so fucking much... kissing you again, it... it's all too much for me."

"I get it," Schmidt agreed softly. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Nein," you breathed out. "Bitte. Don't."

He grabbed the back of your neck, pushed you onto your back, and straddled your waist as he placed his arms either side of your head. "Is this alright?"

You nodded, hooking your arms around his neck as you pulled him down, but he grinned, and he licked his lips.

"Was?"

"Everything just keeps reminding me," he whispered. "I'm home... erinnern what I used to tell you?"

"That the stars shined only for me?" You asked, and when he nodded, you laughed softly. "Or that the stars never shined in space because I wasn't with you?"

"Both," Schmidt told you. "The stars do shine for you, mein Mann, and they never shined a day I was up there... they never shined until last night, when I was finally coming home, coming to you."

You grinned, sniffling as you shook your head. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"You're gonna make me cry, meine Welt," you told him softly. "So... shut up, and kiss me, maybe?"

"Now, that," he gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb. "I can do, mein Stern."

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[mypoisonedvine]

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

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

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

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

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

"No," you said firmly.

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

That silence only lasted for about ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was it like?" you challenged.

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

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

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

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

"Darling, you'd already made one."

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

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

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

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

His finger traced the place, and you nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#ernst schmidt x reader #daniel bruhl x reader #ernst schmidt smut #daniel bruhl smut

[six-demon-bag]

fourier transform

Pairing: Ernst Schmidt/Helmut Zemo

Summary: The Cloverfield Station crew is working to harness occult energy from another plane to power the Shepard and solve the energy crisis. Schmidt, a physicist-sorcerer, is largely responsible for the experimental setup and containment circles. It seems there’s far more planes than he was aware of, and opening the door might just let something new walk through.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe - Magic, Demon Sex, sorcerer schmidt, demon zemo, Flirting, Possessive Behavior, Anal Sex, Claiming Bites

Word count: 5572

Link: fourier transform

Excerpt:

The demon shakes its - his? - head a little, like he’s settling his skin in place. Schmidt blinks, but he’s still there. He’s not imagining a demon who’s wearing his face. The demon looks at the circle, only glowing faintly now and nudges it with a toe. He sniffs disdainfully, and walks over it like it’s not even there. Everyone else is backed away against the walls, inching for the doors, but Schmidt is stuck at his station, too close to the circle and the demon strolling out of it. Too close to the demon who looks like him and is suddenly leaning against the console in front of Schmidt, tilting his head with a little smirk curling his mouth. “Well,” the demon says. “I do appreciate the invitation.”

#cloverbaron #in my demon era #i wrote this before the langmo ones!!! ok!! schmidty first!! #sixdemon fic

[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🥵

#the cloverfield paradox #ernst schmidt #ernst schmidt imagine #ernst schmidt x reader #daniel brühl

[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.

#ernst schmidt x y/n #ernst schmidt x you #ernst schmidt smut #ernst schmidt #ernst schmidt fanfiction #ernst schmidt x reader #ernst schmidt imagine #daniel bruhl #daniel bruehl

[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.

#paradox burning #nebula fading #ernst schmidt #ernst schmidt imagine #ernst schmidt smut #ernst schmidt x reader #ernst schmidt x you #minors dni #the cloverfield paradox #blurbs

[therenlover]

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

A/n: In the wake of recent life garbage, I have neglected to write a whole fic, and I’m sorry. In the interim, please enjoy this writing exercise I have put together in the hopes of nailing some characters I haven’t written for in the past in time for a larger project I’m working on! Cheers!

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, and Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Mild Misogyny, Mentions of Alcohol/Alcoholism, Mentions of Mental Illness, Non-Graphic Mentions of Death, Minor Spoilers for The Alienist Season One, Minor Spoilers for Goodbye, Lenin!, Spoilers for Rush (2013), Minor Spoilers for The Cloverfield Paradox maybe??? I haven’t actually seen the whole movie, blame Wikipedia if things are wrong. 

Laszlo Kreizler

NO

As the first of all of the Dannys to be put through the ringer, Laszlo Kreizler unfortunately would not survive a holiday with my family.

First of all, this man does not like massive huggy kissy crowds, so he’d already be off his game the second he walked into the packed house. That’s not why he’d die though, surprisingly.  

His downfall would be his status as an Alienist. 

There is simply so much mental illness and childhood trauma present at my family holidays that he would combust within 15 minutes of sitting in a room with all of my relatives.

Even if he were to somehow make it past the introductory phase, my family is nosey as hell, so they’d be grilling him about his arm and his own childhood trauma within the first hour. 

Laszlo, for all of his strength, simply wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

His death wouldn’t come from the initial combustion though. No, it’s not that simple. 

Knowing Laszlo, once he had combusted and entirely lost his composure the first time, he would become extremely intrigued about the interconnected nature of everyones issues with each other and he would start asking questions. 

That’s where the problems would begin. 

Because it’s one thing if my drunk great aunt starts badmouthing her sister at the table for abandoning her 90 year old mother for a lake house with her new boyfriend. That’s fine. 

But when Laszlo hops in and starts picking apart the mommy issues and underlying reasons for their decades long sibling rivalry? 

Oh it would be over for him. 

The yelling would never end. 

And, I have no doubt that Laszlo would start to psychoanalyze whoever started to yell at him, which would only lead to more yelling. 

In the end, someone would throw a probably full and probably fresh out of the oven casserole dish at his head and he’d be unable to defend himself because of his weak arm. 

We’d have to cart him out in a wheelchair and even if he were to technically survive, he’d never come back. 

Therefor, Laszlo Kreizler would fall victim to my family and die before we even got to dessert. 

Alex Kerner

YES

Ah, little baby Alex! A great contender here for holiday survival.

He seems relatively young in comparison to most of the Dannys on this list, though I don’t actually know how old he’s supposed to be. 

Based on his relative youth, he would automatically get points with the fam for not seeming like a creep or sugar daddy. Instead, he could be just about any dude I brought home from college. 

His skillset as a semi-skilled laborer would also earn him some points, seeing as several members of the family are in similar professions.

Alex might get lost in some of the more complex conversations about the local organic scene or the fine details of running a fine art gallery, but he would fit right in with the majority of the younger members of the family, smiling and nodding his way through the conversation. 

His enthusiasm and optimism would brighten the room and leave everyone excited to see him around again. 

There’s also the semi-small detail of him caring for his mother, which would earn sympathy from the older members of the family as they are in charge of caring for my deaf, blind great grandmother. 

Now, all of these aspects have already set Alex up for a successful survival of a holiday dinner with my family, but the real secret weapon he has up his sleeve is what really cements him in place as a survivor. 

What is his secret weapon, you may ask?

Lies.

Alex Kerner is really, really good at lying, and is even better at figuring out increasingly convoluted ways to keep his lies straight. 

If he managed to hide to fuckin’ Berlin Wall coming down from his mother for as long as he did, he could keep a couple of white lies up for appearances if he was asked any potentially embarrassing or weird questions that would make him look bad. 

He could also lie about enjoying my great aunt’s cooking, which is a vital skill for holiday survival in my family. 

Therefor, at the end of the day, Alex Kerner would not only survive a holiday with my family, but he’d probably enjoy it and get invited back for every subsequent holiday he could possibly attend. 

Niki Lauda

NO

Niki is another Danny that falls very firmly into the category of characters that would absolutely not survive a holiday with my family, for many, many reasons. 

First of all, just like Laszlo, Niki is not huge on going to big huggy kissy parties. 

Both adults and children would be all over him the second he walked in the door, which would probably make Niki get very uncomfortable and cagey. 

Little does he know at that point that people aren’t just all over you when you get in the door. 

No, no, no; from the moment you show up to the moment you leave, if you’re at a holiday with my family you are being basically accosted with questions and hugs and conversations that get weirdly personal. 

It doesn’t help that the whole entire house is packed and there are eyes on you at every moment, so he wouldn’t even be able to sneak in a break for air or a cigarette. 

If my own mother can’t sneak out for a smoke when she’s been going to these events her whole life, the new guy who’s still being vetted by the family sure as hell won’t be able to either.

Needless to say, Niki would start to get really, really tired of it all in an hour tops. I’ll give him until dinner at most. 

That’s where things would start getting really sticky.

See, a lovely little fact about the Niki Lauda that lives in my brain, as portrayed by Daniel Bruhl in Rush (2013), is that he’s just a little bit misogynistic. No more than would be period typical, but a little misogynistic.

Another fun little important thing to note is that my family is entirely matriarchal in nature. 

There are only 4 reoccurring male guests at family holidays out of about 20 to 25 guests at each event; My great aunt’s husband of many, many years, the two male siblings my mother has that live in the area, and the young son of one of those siblings. 

Men, specifically boyfriends, simply do not last in my family. They are considered pretty disposable and easily banned from family events after breakups or small mishaps. 

So, not only would Niki not have any other manly men there to chat about sports with over a scotch and a cigarette, he would be surrounded by so much estrogen that he would definitely struggle with his inner asshole even more than usual. 

In fact, we never have sports on, even on Thanksgiving. Poor Niki would be stuck hearing conversations about artisanal candlemakers and how to hand felt a woodland elf puppet.

Back to his downfall, the second he made a slightly sketchy joke about women in the kitchen at the dinner table to my great uncle, his fate would be sealed.

If you thought the yelling at Laszlo would have been bad, this yelling would be ten times worse, because he would be surrounded by like 20 very angry, very defensive, and very strong women waiting to beat the shit out of him and I would not be any help. 

He dug the hole, so he can climb out of it. 

In the end, his death would come when he tried to light a cigarette and calm himself down at the dinner table while trying to rescind his earlier statement, because smoking inside around all the precious textile art? Thats a big no no. 

My great aunt would grab the lighter right out of his hand, light up whatever cocktail she had at the moment, and throw it all directly into Niki’s face.

It would be like crashing his car all over again, only this time he would be surrounded by people who would rather he burn than try to get him out of the situation. 

Moral of the story, Niki would die within the first few hours of a holiday with my family because he made an asshole comment to a room full of women who don’t put up with that shit. Don’t be like Niki, even if you think you won’t get killed for it. 

Andrea Marowski

YES

Andrea is pretty much the polar opposite of Niki here, and I love him for it. 

He is very soft, very kind, very pure, and would never dare to say something rude at the dinner table like a certain racer we all know.

He couldn’t even say something rude if he tried to, because he probably wouldn’t have the English in his vocabulary to say the things he wanted to say even if he intended to say them out loud. 

But let’s be honest here, Andrea would never. 

Even with his limited English, Andrea would appreciate being surrounded by a whole bunch of people who think he’s the sweetest little thing since the invention of cake. 

My great grandmother, despite being almost entirely blind and deaf, would say he looked darling and he would immediately be a member of the family from the moment he stuttered out his thanks. 

Andrea, like Alex, is also relatively young, so he would get points for not being old enough to be my father. 

I feel like, because Andrea was shown living happily in a tiny village by the ocean with two old ladies, he would have an appreciation for craft, so he wouldn’t mind sitting quietly as my great aunt pawns off a handmade blanket from my great grandmother to him. 

He would also happily sit with the younger children and do whatever craft or simple game one of my aunts brought for them that time. 

The cherry on top with Andrea is his skill with the violin. 

My family is one that appreciates fine art a lot, but more than anything we appreciate music. 

I wouldn’t say that any of us are anywhere close to Andrea’s proficiency, but we definitely aren’t terrible, and we all can appreciate the effort, practice, and talent that goes into getting truly good on an instrument like Andrea is on his violin. 

He would be encouraged to play, of course, and he would happily oblige. 

If he felt comfortable enough, I could even see my great uncle grabbing his guitar, my cousin sitting at the piano, and my sister bringing out her own violin to do a little quartet with some simple song they knew as everybody else sang along. 

By the end of the holiday evening, once dinner was served and people were heading to the cars, Andrea would definitely be considered a member of the family. 

Needless to say, he’d survive and pass their tests with better than flying colors, even despite the language barrier. 

Ernst Schmidt

NO

Now, Ernst was probably the most difficult one on this entire list to put into the living or dying category. In the end, though, there were a few things that couldn’t be overlooked that send him into bad territory. 

To be fair, though, he would last the longest out of everyone who would die tragically at one of my family’s holiday gatherings. 

He, like the past two victims, would not be exactly suited for the mushy crowding that’s inevitable when it comes to my family. 

That being said, I think he would deal with it a little bit better than the other two did and would make polite conversation with the family when he could. 

The fact that he was trapped in a packed house filled with drunk people who have several generations worth of beef with each other, though, would start to get him eventually. 

If we consider all of the shit that happened while he was in space to be canonical minus, you know, the earth getting really fucked up, he would probably start to go a little bit nuts while packed together with that many passive aggressive people.

The second someone burst into tears on the way to the bathroom he would start to lose his shit. 

Still, I think Schmidt would probably be fine-ish until dessert was served, because that’s about the time where all the adults are absurdly drunk, so insanity ensues. 

They would start poking at him about his credentials and experiences as a physicist. 

He would answer their questions at first, but, unfortunately for him, the questions would turn more and more personal and uncomfortable as time went on. 

Did he ever still think about what happened up in space? Did he blame himself for not getting things to work correctly? How much did he miss his old world and old life? Did he ever have nightmares about what he saw? How much did it hurt to get shot?

They’d poke and poke and poke in their drunken state until poor Schmidt would snap at them, flying into a slight rage at their insistent probing. 

From there, he would be swiftly asked to leave and then “accidentally” run over while calling an Uber to take him to wherever he’s staying as my drunk great aunt tries to back out of the driveway to drive down the block to her house. 

In the end, Schmidt and his wit would be really close to surviving a holiday with my family , but he would, unfortunately, let his anger get the best of him, and it would be the last thing he ever did. Literally. 

Helmut Zemo

YES, BUT ONLY BARELY

Okay, so my earlier comment about Ernst being the most difficult out of everyone was incorrect. Zemo was, by far, the hardest to put into one category or the other. 

His wit and charm won out in the end, though, and I determined that he would survive one single holiday with my family. 

If he ever came back for a second he definitely wouldn’t make it, but he would succeed in living past the first one. 

Helmut’s problems start, surprisingly, not with the fact that he is a criminal. In fact that doesn’t even cause any problems for him. 

No, instead they start with the fact that he is 43.

I am 99% sure that my mother is 43, and I know for a definite fact that he’s older than one of my uncles who would be present. I, at the time of writing this, am 18. 

Needless to say, literally everyone would be massively suspicious of him and his intentions the second he walked through the door. The amount of money in his bank account definitely wouldn’t help in this situation either. 

The family would warm up to him eventually, though, because if there’s one thing Helmut is good at besides killing people, it’s making people like him even if they absolutely shouldn’t. 

With his expansive knowledge of what feels like literally everything rich and niche, he would slowly win over the older members of the family. Who knew the strange old man Jac brought home was so well versed in the American pottery scene, or that he could name specific jewelry artists from across the world that my family had done business with for years?

My family definitely wouldn’t. At least, not at first. 

Oh how they’d learn, though. 

Another nice thing about Zemo that would allow him to survive is his aggressive politeness.

No matter how many weird glances or dirty looks he got over the course of dinner, he would simply continue to be the best version of himself in the hopes of impressing everyone. 

He would even pretend to enjoy my great aunt’s cooking and get himself seconds, because I’m sure it would be easier to scarf down than whatever he and his EKO Scorpion squad had to eat while serving in the Sokovian special forces. 

On the tail end of reasons he would be accepted, Helmut Zemo drinks alcohol like it’s water, so he would fit right in drinking white wine and cocktails through the night with the rest of the adults. 

((I think he’d totally tease me about not being able to drink with him, but that’s a story for another time. Anyways...))

His slight downfall would come from something entirely uncontrollable by him or anybody else. 

And that something would be my flirty aunt. 

I love my aunt. She’s wonderful in her own special way. 

That being said, I know if a hot Sokovian baron with a nice smile and a fat pocketbook showed up to one of out holidays, even if he was introduced as my partner, she would be going for the kill all night long. 

This would make Helmut more and more uncomfortable as she got more and more drunk, because lets face it, he’s probably not very comfortable with being touched by near-strangers anyways, and being touched by a drunk member of his partners family who is very obviously coming on to him? 

That’s even more difficult to deal with. 

That being said, Helmut is a man who has been shown to be extremely in control of his emotions. 

He would swallow down whatever awkwardness he felt, make it to the end of the night, and, once he had escaped her clutches, he would politely say that he was never going back to another holiday function with my family again, though he would be happy to facilitate me still attending them. 

So, in the end, Helmut Zemo would survive one holiday with his sheer stubborn politeness alone. 

I will say that his patience would absolutely wear thin if he attended a couple more holidays and he would eventually die of a stress induced heart attack after being unable to politely decline my aunt’s advances. 

For now, though, he’s safe.

#zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #niki lauda #andrea marowski #ernst schmidt #laszlo kreizler #alex kerner #jac rambles #imagine #the danny bunch

[xteslaangel]

I really didn’t expect my Zemo writing piece to get the attention that it did, but I’m so happy that people liked it! It makes me excited to write future one-shot pieces or even chapters involving him. So if you ever want to request something for me to write, I’d love to do it. I’m open to a lot of different ideas and would love to bring your own ideas to life.

I also have ideas of my own that I’d love to post too. And I’m open to a lot of other characters/verses. Not just Zemo!

#baron zemo #baron helmut zemo #baron zemo x you #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo #MCU #marvel #writing #Daniel Bruhl #daniel brühl #imagine #tony stark #clint barton #hawkeye #iron man #ernst schmidt

[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."

#ernst schmidt x y/n #ernst schmidt x reader #ernst schmidt #the cloverfield paradox #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl

[babybluebex]

a long, long time [ernst schmidt x reader]

summary ↠ schmidt has been in space for long enough that he's started to forget what his wife is like, and a malfunction aboard the shepard proves that it'll be a long, long time until he sees you again. pairing ↠ ernst schmidt (the cloverfield paradox, 2018) x fem!reader (y/n) word count ↠ 2.8kwarnings ↠ explicit language, pregnancy, angst of many kinds including major character death a/n ↠ (we simply will not perceive how the title are lyrics from rocketman) masterlist and taglist are in my bio! enjoy!

You let out a giggle, and you said, “Ernie, baby, it’s so early, do you really need the camera out right now?”

Your husband smiled at you from behind his phone, and he said, “You know I hate when you call me that. But, yes, starling! How else am I supposed to remember what you look like?”

You put your mug down on the table and reached out for Ernst’s hand, and you said, “You’re only supposed to be up there for six months.”

“At the least,” Ernst replied. “Who knows how long it’ll actually be?”

“Please don’t say that,” you whispered. “I… I can’t imagine you being gone for too long. It hurts my heart.”

Ernst was quiet for a moment, his eyes studying your face. You were always so beautiful to him, especially in moments like this. Ever since he had met you, back in university all those years ago, you had always been the most beautiful in the light of the rising sun. Since getting married, it had become a ritual for the both of you to wake up and watch the sunrise together, and you couldn’t control the hot pinprick of tears at the thought that Ernst, your Ernie, the man you loved, wouldn’t be there with you to comment on the sight of it.

“Well, I at least want a video of you,” Ernst said, and he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed your fingers. “So I can hear your laugh.”

You gave him a gentle smile, and you leaned close to him and pressed your mouth to his. You hardly had an hour left before he had to get on a flight to Houston, in the United States, to go up into space on The Shepard. The sun had already greeted your final morning together, as well as greeted your bare skin as he made love to you, and you etched the feel and taste of his lips into your memory. Ernst kissed you back, setting his phone down to clutch your face, and you touched your forehead to his. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too.”

Ernst Schmidt watched the video fizzle out, and the screen in front of him said “END OF VIDEO FILE”. He bit his tongue and drank in the perfect way your laugh warmed his cold chest, and he quickly turned the screen off. He watched the video every single day and tried to imagine what you were doing back on Earth at that moment; realistically, you were at work, at your job as a schoolteacher in his home of Berlin. You taught young children about science-- nothing really specialized, as it was for that age-- but every single call he had with you, you always told him how thrilled your students were that you were married to an astronaut. Schmidt made promises to call in and talk to your class, but he always bailed. He couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you with the children.

You and Schmidt didn’t fight a lot, but that was perhaps the biggest and longest-running fight that you had: children. Ever since he had met you, in an undergraduate physics class, you had always gushed about how you wanted children. “Two of them,” you had said. “A boy and a girl. One of each.” Schmidt, though, had always been steadfast that he did not want children. They were loud and expensive, and it wasn’t necessarily selfishness, but he just couldn’t see himself as a father. He never had and, even though your pleading was tempting at times, he always returned to his original response: I’ll think about it. Which, to the German physicist, meant no.

“Schmidt to X-Deck,” came Kiel’s voice through the comm on his wrist, and Schmidt moved his glasses from his eyes to wipe his face dry. He always cried when he watched that video of you. “Schmidt, you’re needed up here.”

Schmidt sighed. “Can I have five minutes?” he asked, lifting his wrist to his mouth to speak clearly into the comm.

“No!” came Volkov’s voice. “We need you now. Get off your dumb ass and get up here.”

Schmidt tried to clean himself up as he made his way to the tech deck, where the rest of the crew was waiting. He must have lost track of time. He only meant to go to his quarters and regroup after a tussle with Volkov before the next firing, but, as often happened, he got to watching the videos of his wife that he had saved, and time ceased to mean anything.

“Where the hell were you?” Kiel asked when Schmidt came into the large room. The window in front of the crew showed a beautiful, sparkling Earth, and Schmidt took a quick moment to admire it. Somewhere down there, you were drinking your coffee and getting ready for a day at school. The six months had turned into two years, and he was terrified of what he would return to. Yes, you would still be you, but a lot can change in two years.

“None of your business,” Schmidt replied. “Let’s get this started, huh?”

He took up his position next to Tam, the young Chinese woman that he had come to admire for her brains and quick wit, and she gave him a quick smile. She was the only crew member aboard the Shepard who knew of his life back home, but she had promised not to tell. Schmidt didn’t want the others to know of you, of his weakness; most of them already had ill will towards him, and he didn’t want to give them anything that they could throw back in his face.

When the Shepard whirred to life and the screens and monitors all showed success on a grand scale, Schmidt sighed. Finally. After two years of heartache, longing, and sorrow, they had succeeded. From there, it was only just a matter of time-- maybe days, perhaps-- before he was back home. He imagined the call he would give you, the smile that would grow on your beautiful face when he told you he was coming home. He could already taste the words that would come from his mouth: “I’m coming home, starling. And I want a baby.” He didn’t want to wait anymore. The twenty-four months, the some odd 600 days in space, had made him reexamine what he wanted from life, and he went to sleep at the end of every day with the image of you, barefoot and pregnant, in his mind.

That was what he thought of when the glass behind him shattered, and he was thrown to the ground. His head hit the metal floor and he heard a faint crack, and his vision went blurry as he tasted metal in his mouth. The ship whirred and screeched, louder than anything he had ever heard before, louder than the thrusters when they had first taken off, and he clapped his hands over his ears. That did little to dull the noise, and he felt himself going lightheaded. Before his vision went black and everything around him stilled, he heard your voice, gentle and sweet, call to him: “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

When Schmidt came to, he was confused. Everyone seemed to be in that state. Tam was nursing a nosebleed, Kiel was bent over in his chair and clutching his stomach, Mundy was sitting quiet and still, which was quite a feat for the Irishman. He was sitting in a chair in the recreation deck, and apparently had been sitting there for some time. He couldn’t remember how or when he got there, and he looked around at the room. Everything felt right, but utterly wrong. It was the same feeling of paranoia where everything felt like it was two inches to the right of where it should be. The little sign was still on the food dispenser, Hamilton’s neat scrawl declaring the machine to be The Worst Bagel Machine Ever. The foosball table was still there, the little plastic ball stuck in the middle of the field as it always was.

But the players were yellow. Schmidt blinked a few times, sure that he was seeing things, but there it was. He knew that the little players on the foosball table were painted red and blue; Mundy had made a joke about the players being French. He remembered that. But now, the little players were painted blue and yellow.

He felt dizzy, and panic was taking a hold on his chest. “Hamilton,” he said, powering through a dry and cracked throat. “Do we have any communication with Earth?”

Ava Hamilton shook her head. “Are you alright?” she asked. “You look pale.”

“Jesus, yeah,” Kiel mumbled. “You don’t look too sharp there, Schmidt.”

“If you’re gonna be sick, do it away from me,” Mundy said. “You get sick, I get sick, it’ll be bad...”

“I need to call someone,” Schmidt said. His vision was spotty, and he could only think about you. His breath came in short gasps, and he said, “I need to call her--”

“Who are you talking about?” Ava asked. “Schmidt, we don’t have any communication with Earth. You can’t call anybody.”

“No,” Schmidt said. “No, I need to call her-- I need to know she’s okay--”

“Who is she?” Kiel asked. “Your sister or someone?”

Schmidt cast his crazed glance down to his comm, and, with a shaking hand, he began to swipe through the gallery of photos. The pictures were displayed onto a screen opposite the group, and everybody went silent at the sight of you. Picture after picture of you smiling and laughing, your golden wedding ring glittering. “My wife,” he mumbled. “I-- She-- I was supposed to call her today. I was supposed to talk to her class today--”

“You’re married?” Volkov said. “Wait, wait, you? But what about Tam?”

“Y/N...” Schmidt mumbled, disregarding Volkov, as he usually did. “But she-- I told Y/N I’d call her--”

And then, Schmidt’s heart nearly screeched to a halt. His finger stopped swiping, and he slowly worked himself to his feet. This picture. He had never seen it before. And yet he was in it. He saw himself sitting next to you, smiling and pressing his nose to your neck, his hand on your belly. Your pregnant belly. The picture seemed to be one that would have been used in a pregnancy announcement, and he felt tears slip from his eyes down his cheeks as he pressed his hand to the screen. The corner of the picture was dated two years ago, just a few weeks shy of his departure, and he felt acidic hatred pop in his mouth.

“Who did this?” he spat, turning on his heel to face the crew. “What sort of sick fucking game is this? Volkov, did you--”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Volkov asked. “None of us knew you were married until right now, or that you had a kid--”

“I don’t!” Schmidt cried. “I don’t have a child! Y/N begged for years to have a baby but I-- I never wanted one... Who did this? How did you create an image like this, I--”

There was a chime from Schmidt’s comm, and he turned his attention back to it quickly. He knew that the others were speaking to him, but he couldn’t hear them. On the screen, there was an alert that read “APRIL 24, 2026, 12:36AM”, but nothing of importance on that date came to mind. Exactly two years ago; what had happened that would warrant an alarm?

“Schmidt,” came Hamilton’s voice, soft and calm beside him, and he turned to see her. “Do you know what this is for?”

“No,” he whispered. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening. I-I, my wife was never pregnant. The figurines on the foosball table were never yellow. And--!” He paused and ran his fingers through his hair when he finally turned his focus to The Worst Bagel Machine Ever, only to find the scrawl to be his and not Hamilton’s, and for it to be declared The Worst Muffin Machine Ever. “This! I never wrote that! What the fuck is going on?”

“The Paradox,” Monk whispered. His alert eyes struck upwards, seemingly examining the molecules in the air, and he said, “That’s it.”

“What?” Schmidt asked.

“You weren’t on the X-Deck when we were listening to the newscast,” Monk said. “But there was somebody there, talking about a paradox that could happen if the Shepard misfired. We… We switched dimensions somehow, to a dimension where everything is just a bit wrong.”

At this, everybody went to their own comms to find the small inconsistencies in the dimension they found themselves in, and Schmidt did the same. The next few pictures on the scroll were screencaps that he must have taken while calling you-- or rather, the Schmidt from this dimension had taken of his wife. But you were the same. Same smile, same messy hairstyle. The only difference, of course, was your belly straining at your shirt. You had never looked more beautiful than in those pictures, and the very thought that you existed somewhere on this strange Earth, waiting for him to come home, caring for his child, hurt more than anything.

The pieces and timing fell together in his head. The pregnancy announcement was several weeks before he left, which meant that you would have given birth while he was on the Shepard. The timing was right.

“He’s two,” Schmidt whispered.

“Who?” Hamilton asked. On her own comm was a silent video of her two children and husband, and she had tears in her eyes.

“My son,” Schmidt whispered. “That’s the alarm. Today’s his birthday. He... He’s two.”

With that, he turned back to his comm and went in search of videos of any kind. His favorite was there at the beginning of the scroll, you drinking coffee and laughing, but you were pregnant there. You were likely drinking tea, then, and not coffee. Another small difference that made the world that much harder to digest. At the very end, the most recent, the video was dated April 23, 2026, 10:14PM.

“Hi, Ernie,” you said in the video. You wore no makeup, your hair tied up, and you sighed heavily. “Just letting you know that labor’s moving along pretty quickly. The doctors think that Isaac’ll be here within the next hour or so. I can’t wait for you to meet him. I’ll call you once he’s here, but you have to pick up. I know you’re probably asleep, but your son’s birth takes precedence.” You paused to laugh, and Schmidt watched one of his tears splash across the screen of his comm. “I love you. Answer my call!”

No videos after that. He went to his call history, and found every call from the last two years to be with Huntsville. Not a single one with you. Finally, he came across one with an ID that he didn’t recognize, and he clicked playback.

“Dr. Schmidt?” came a man’s voice, broadcasting over the speakers in the room. Everyone’s heads popped up at the sound of it, but Schmidt didn’t notice; he could hardly see through his tears. He hung his head and buried his face in his hands.

“This is he.” Schmidt bristled at the sound of his own voice, and Hamilton placed a comforting hand on his arm. “Who is this?”

“This is Dr. Kelly, from the Berlin Medical Center,” the man said. “Do you have a moment?”

“Yes!” Schmidt’s voice chriped. “Yes! Is this about Y/N and Isaac? Is he here?” Distantly, Schmidt heard himself yell something akin to “I’m a dad!”, and a chorus of muffled cheers from the crew came.

Dr. Kelly sighed, and Schmidt’s tears rolled in hot rivers down his face. “Dr. Schmidt,” he said. “I… This isn’t easy, and certainly not the most ideal circumstances, but… There were complications.”

Silence. Heavy and awful.Then: “What sort of complications? Are they okay?”

“Your son was born with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck,” Dr. Kelly said. “He wasn’t receiving sufficient oxygen, and… I’m sorry, Ernst.”

Schmidt heard himself draw in a shaking breath, and he said, “My son’s dead?”

Hamilton moved to turn off the playback of the call, but Schmidt shifted away from her. He needed to hear it. He didn’t care if everyone else heard it. He needed to hear this man, the doctor that was supposed to protect you, tell you that in this wretched dimension, his son had died. “I’m sorry, Ernst,” Dr. Kelly said again.

“And… And Y/N?”

The silence was answer enough, and Schmidt heard himself begin to cry. “She lost a lot of blood,” Dr. Kelly began. “Ernst, I’m so sorry. We did all that we could--”

The call cut out without warning. Schmidt was shaking where he sat, adrenaline and anger and sadness coursing through his entire body. Two years ago, he had lost you and his son. That was the alarm. Two years, to the minute, since he had lost his family. “Ernst,” he heard Tam say. She said something to him in Mandarin, but he could hardly understand the thoughts in his own head, let alone anybody else’s.

“We need to get home. We need to get home now.”

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[anteroom-of-death]

I Must Be Dreaming...

a/n: I love u angry German space man. Please punch me.

Warnings: dub/noncon, mild somnophillia, space and the horrors of it. The apocalypse...

Synopsis: what the heck? Why u in space? How to get home? Ernst Schmidt!

Five hours since your world shifted and you were launched across the cosmos. Five hours and a long queue for needed groceries on ration.

If not for the unrelenting pain in your skull and stomach, you’d half convinced yourself that you must be dreaming. “Only in my mind, not real life…” you repeated to yourself as you clutched your knees to your chest. You knew of this ship and its mission from the constant media coverage. You barely understood the science. Yet alone how the atoms being split could render reality to fall apart- as that one wing nut constantly waffled on about.

But alas, here you were. Flung violently into a corridor. Untold distances away from home.

Schmidt, the German, explained when they found you screaming and looking out a window the working hypothesis.

The crew was haphazardly falling apart. Fighting and scheming. While you backed into a corner. The numbness and fear of space creeping through you. They had barely any oxygen or food for themselves left. Yet alone you. Your heart pattered as you continued to lock your eyes on the vast harshness of space.

You were resigned to your death.

No light. No way out.

Just you and this crew. This dysfunctional, madly unbalanced crew.

Survival instincts died.

The Russian- Volkov- agonized and accused one of them of smuggling you on and using you as a treat. Hiding you somewhere in the ship and obscuring you from camera and sight.

You let your body slump. You were exhausted from your apparent travel. All of you ached. The fighting and noise all were slowly removing your energy as well. You got lead to a bed by the one known as Hamilton, but she quietly told you to call you Ava, as she laid a glass of water on the side of the bed near you.

You slipped into a hard slumber.

You awoke to a hard hand pressed on your throat, checking your pulse.

The physicist- Schmidt again.

“No, you’re not illusion.” He mused and looked at your unseasonable-for-space sundress. You were in the habits of kicking covers off in the night so your skin and thin fabric laid bare against the lights and hum of the ships spare room. You were afraid to move. He wasn’t the most even tempered of the lot. His smug and holier-than-thou attitude started two fights in the short time you were there.

“I’ve been…imprisoned with these dogs for two years now.” He mused, near silent to you. “But you? How’d you get here?” he asked in a rhetorical tone.

You shrugged a little, eyes growing in fear as you realized the lead scientist was not working on how to get you home, but was at your bed. Eying you up like the wolf to the lamb.

He let a hand go to your calf and gently trace upwards as he looked, half full of suspension of disbelief and half something primal- malignant ever so slightly.

He traced the hand up your knee, resting it partially on it and the top of your thigh. In the other he outstretched your hand and examined it. Pressing down and checking your wrists and fingers at the ready…

Even braiding the fingers in betwixt his own.

He swallowed heavily. You could tell his brain was working overtime. If smoke could pour out like a cartoon, this man’s head would be obscured by it. You remained frozen.

“Go back to sleep. You’ll conserve oxygen.” He said, releasing you. He got up and exited the room.

You were still exhausted from the jaunt to do so. It took a few minutes to slow your heart rate and calm yourself to get there- but you complied.

You woke up to him grasping your dress up and jump suit down. He went to straddle you, forcing you to comply with his oddly strong body. Pale freckled legs reflected off the dim ambient lighting of the Shepard.

“I’ve needed a hole to use.” He admitted, snarling softly into your ear. “You wouldn’t imagine how lonely you get up here…” he explained.

You went to scream but a hand cupped your face and squeezed it shut. “Shhh, none of that. There’s been enough blood split today.” He logicked to you as he parted your legs open further, thrusting into you. He removed his hand to stable himself above on a bar.

“Please be quiet. I promise to keep you safe as I can. Just give me this. I need to release…something. My brain will work better. Maybe then I can get us home...” His face genuinely looked alight with confusion and stress. His cheeks filling with a deep pink blush as he worked your cunt.

You had no choice to comply. If he was your ticket home- what would this be, but the price of fare? You looked up at him. Wordless pleading all of this. Even though you were fully resigned to your celestial death, you were oddly willing to let him try this.

Your day, couldn’t be any weirder. (Had it been the same day? Had it been hours? How long were you asleep? All thoughts that bubbled to the forefront of your mind.)

You looked this man in the eye as he took his free hand and choked you, before kicking his thrusting into overdrive. He was thinking hard. The vein in his forehead was nearly popping out as sweat beaded upon it.

It’s not like the man wasn’t pretty. He was. Poor circumstances to meet. And what he was doing blurred boundaries and crossed borders with what was legal and correct.

But this was space. And there were not rules, apparently.

You went to speak up, but before you could form a good noise, he slapped your face, roughly. “Don’t ruin it.” He bared his teeth at you.

You enjoyed that a little too much for your own business.

He closed his eyes and began mouthing what sounded like a long string of numbers every so often. The thrusting continued and you grew accustomed to it.

His eyes snapped open as he fell down on top of you, hot seed sputtering the walls of your pussy. He brought your forehead up for a gentle bump.

“Thank you, mein Schatz.” He smiled viciously. “I think I know what I need to do.” He pulled himself out and off you, “I promise, on Earth…I will make this right.“

He got dressed quickly and shook his head and cracked his neck.

“I really wasn’t joking about sleep conserving our limited oxygen…please continue to do so. I promise no more intrusions.” He smirked as he lowered the lights and tossing his undershirt towards you.

He ran off after that. Leaving you alone with both your disbelief. The feeling that this was a dream seeping back into your brain, maybe if you did sleep more- you’d wake up, back on Earth. Haunted by suspicion that the end of humanity was truly near…

Xxx

#personal #ernst schmidt #the cloverfield paradox #self insert fic #ernst schmidt x reader #daniel brühl #i am creating content that is so targeted #targeted toward me only #tw: dark content #tw: dubcon

[mlmxreader]

Soft | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hi mqy I request schmidt x male reader where the reader is trying to get work done but all schmidt wants is cuddle -🦭

summary: while trying to work, Schmidt does his best to take you away from it.

tws: minor injury

You were attempting to work, with your headphones on and listening to the new album by Caliban, you were quite content as you tinkered and toyed away, trying to get it done as quickly as possible; you just wanted to get it done, able to feel the sweat trickle down your back as you tried not to take your focus away.

But then you felt a little pressure on your bicep, and you turned to see Schmidt; you smiled as you pushed your headphones back so that they were around your neck, and you dared to put your hand on his.

"You okay? You haven't been fighting with Volkov again, have you?"

He shook his head, his hand slowly moving down and round so that it was on your side, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. "Can you not forget about it for the rest of the day? Hamilton won't mind if you take the night off and finish it tomorrow."

"Yeah, but then it's getting it done tomorrow," you shrugged, raking your hand through his hair. "I'd rather get it done now, and then I don't have to think about it."

Schmidt grumbled softly, moving so that he could get behind you, his arms coming round your waist as he pressed his face into your back and sighed softly. "Come to bed, Hase... come back to me."

"I can't," you chuckled softly, able to feel him move slightly when you started to work again, clearly an effort to get comfortable. "I gotta get this done, and I need to."

"Bitte?" He growled softly, his voice sending soft vibrations through your clothes that made you shiver. "Mister (y/l/n), bitte?"

"In a bit," you muttered, but when something slipped and caught your hand, swiping down your palm, you recoiled.

Within an instant, Schmidt had moved to your side, taking your wrist in his hand so that he could look at the wound; thankfully, it just seemed like a long paper cut, but he still frowned as he met your gaze.

"Now will you stop for the day?"

"It's just a little wound, it's really nothing, it's-" you sighed. "Kiss it better and I'll go to bed with you?"

He smiled, bringing the palm of your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the wound, moving to press a soft kiss to your wrist as well. "Deal... now come."

You let him drag you out of the room, sighing heavily when he brought you to the room you shared; he didn't waste time, kicking off his boots and urging you to follow suit before he had you pinned to the bed. You couldn't help but to laugh when he pressed his face against your neck, his arms tight around you as he threw his leg over your hip.

"Are you happy now?"

"Yes," Schmidt chuckled. "It's all I've wanted all day."

You wriggled around a bit, just enough so that you were on your side, able to gently rub your nose against his as you hummed gently. "Y'know, you can be so soft when you want to."

"Well, yes, but I know that you prefer it when I'm rough," he growled. "Don't you?"

"Yeah, but..." you bit at the inside of your lip. "It's sweet when you're soft."

"My boyfriend," he whispered, moving to gently kiss and bite at your neck. "Mine."

"All yours," you breathed out, moving to lie on your back, letting him rest his arm over your middle, his hand pressed into the mattress. "Yours only."

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[thedaisycrownwitch]

SIMP ANNOUNCEMENT

So, I won't change the name of this blog, because there is big nostalgia attached to it,

EDIT: I changed the name. RIP my promise.

but I also wanna share with you guys my absolute WILD love I have developed for Baron Zemo and Daniel Brühl in general, over the last couple of months.

First, how did this happen?

I literally have no heckin idea, my friend wanted me to watch FATWS, because she likes Bucky and wanted to write a Marvel RP with me. So I started watching, and then the 3rd episode came on and oh boi, Zemos pure existence made my heart beat a bit faster.

From then on, I went down the full Daniel Brühl rabbit hole, watching movies of him left and right, loving his work. And thats how we ended up here.

What movies of him do you like the most?

Ich und Kaminski has shaped into my comfort movie over the last couple of months, when I feel bad, I watch it. Sebastian Zöllner is the loveliest asshole I can imagine.

Cloverfield Paradox would be my second pic. I'm just a sucker for sci-fi and that just hits that nerve. Also Ernst Schmidt is my space meow meow, I wuv him sm.

Other then that...Rush is pretty neat, Good-Bye Lenin is cute (Alex issa baby and he likes stars and space and he wanted to become and astronaut omg i love him so much 🥺) and Face of an Angel is heckin weird (but Thomas Lang hot af, so idc)

What are your favourite Daniel Brühl Characters?

Oh god, don't make me choose, thats so hard 😭 I'll give you like my top 5 and the rest is about equal in how much I like them.

Sebastian Zöllner (Ich und Kaminski)

Tonda (Krabat)

Baron Helmut Zemo (MCU)

Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

Alex(ander) Kerner (Good-Bye Lenin)

Notable Mentions: Jan (The Edukators), Hans Krämer (The Coming Days), Escherich (Alone in Berlin), Hubertus Czernin (Woman in Gold), Wilfried Böse (7 Days in Entebbe)

You already got fanart, didn't you?

Okay, listen. I- When I fall down into the simp hole, I kinda had to. Soo...here's the fanart I got with small descriptions, as well as the artists who made it, in case you'd like to commission them as well ❤

So there first two are fanarts with Zemo and the new OC I made for him, kind of? Her name is Katharina Mühlendorf and she works with the air force. Much like Sam, she was trained in using the Falcon Glider, and carried out missions during the blip. She's friends with Sam and Torres, so Sam pulled her in on the mission in Madripoor, where she acted as Sams (or rather Smiling Tiger's body guard). And she just fell hard for Zemo simply being Zemo, because why the heck not and hot sokovian man hot.

Meggsssart: https://instagram.com/meggsssart - tdk: https://twitter.com/KitKombat?s=09

And then there are just the ones with me and Zemo...or a marvel version of me? Idk, just Zemo and me, okey?

Potadumplin: https://twitter.com/potadumpling?s=09 - Shinkomiii: https://twitter.com/shinkomiii?s=09

You are pairing your OCs with canon characters...?

Yes, and there is nothing you can do about it.

You know what? I like doing it. My OC Yule and Tonda are my favourite couple at the moment, she's a white (green) magic witch, he's a dark wizard with deep sadness. They are baby, they are cute, I love them, and I won't let anyone ruin them for me!

(I'm so sorry for the bad photoshop, I wipped dis up in 5 minutes 😭)

#daniel brühl #baron helmut zemo #baron zemo #marvel #marvel oc #oc #witchoc #tonda krabat #i just think hes neat #i just think they're cute #i will never shut up about the yin-yang thing tonda and yule have

[probably-not-a-rocketscientist]

calculated love and complicated confessions

summary: your time on cloverfield station has lead you to two conclusions: love is complicated and not everyone is who they seem

warnings: mutual pining, slight angst with a happy ending, mention of harm to others, one (1) german phrase that i'm pretty sure i butchered

a/n: did i write this all week when i should have been studying for my finals? yes. also, i saw this movie three years ago in chinese so i might have gotten some details wrong. english is not my first language so constructive criticism is encouraged. enjoy!

——

As an engineer, you knew the importance of trial and error. However, you did not expect for it to keep you in space for nearly three year with seven other scientist. You all found a sense of family with each other, but you couldn't help the need of being on earth grow every day.

One crew member you payed particularly close attention to was Ernst Schmidt. You noticed the little things about him; like how he would comb his fingers through his hair when it fell to his face because he insisted on keeping it long, or when he would curse in his native tongue when he got frustrated with his work.

After a while, the whole station seemed to have caught on to your fondness for Schmidt, except the physicist himself. He was oblivious to the constant teasing by the other crewmates, thinking it was only because of how close you two were as friends.

However, he wasn't the only clueless person on the station. You had failed to notice all the advances that Schmidt had made — like his hands lingering on to yours for a second more when they touched, or always insisting on being paired with you when you all were sent to do assignments throughout the deck. He found your presence to be intoxicating, but didn't push too far in fear that you didn't feel the same way.

—

The day before another test, you stayed in the dining room all night reviewing your calculations. You were almost positive that they were correct, but it would kill you if you were the one responsible for the accelerator being unsuccessful.

You were so focused on your work that you didn't notice how quiet the station was. You checked your wristwatch and it was well over midnight. Sleep wasn't a priority for you right now, but you knew you needed to be well rested for the test in a couple of hours.

Right as you were about to get up, Schmidt entered the room. His hair was messy and he was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. A pair of wire-framed glasses sat on his face, something he only wore when he forgot to put in his contacts — or in this case, retrieving an item from the kitchen at this ungodly hour. You forced yourself to look away, worried that you were starring at him for too long.

"Why are you still working? It's very late," he comments as he opens the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water.

"I'm just nervous about tomorrow. We don't have a lot of firings left and I want to get this right," you responded.

"You've been working non-stop for the past month, I'm certain you will do just fine," he reassured with a smile. "And if not, I will take over your post."

"The last time I checked, I had one more PhD than you."

"I'll catch up eventually, you know."

He was fidgeting with his water bottle, unsure how to prolong this conversation. "Let me walk you back to your quarters, you need the sleep."

Without hesitation, you rose from your chair and began walking beside him. Walking through the halls of the station at night usually made you uneasy, but Schmidt's presence made it slightly more comfortable. The heavy clanking of your steel-toed work boots contrasted the light thumps of his sneakers.

After a few more paces, you arrived at your room. You punched in your passcode and the door slid open.

"Well, this is my stop. Thanks for making sure I got back safely," you joked.

"Of course," he responded.

You could tell that he was also tired so you didn't want to hold him for too long. "Goodnight Schmidt," you bid.

"Goodnight liebling," he responded. He began walking back to his own room before you could process what he said.

"What does that mean?" you questioned.

"You'll understand soon enough," he answered without looking back.

Even though you were confused by his response, you closed your door and locked it. Exhausted, you fell onto your mattress without taking your boots or jumpsuit off. Within a few seconds you felt your eyelids getting heavy and slipped into your sleep.

—

The control room was silent, worried that any movement or noise would cause the dial to turn in the unfavorable direction. The particle accelerator was fired less than a minute ago and the dial was slightly moving in between the red and green zones. This was first time the machine had been able to turn on and to have it successfully work would be nothing short of a miracle.

All of you held your breath as the dial began to turn again, this time in the green. Suddenly, it lowered significantly towards the safety levels.

It worked.

Cheers and laughter filled the room as you all celebrated the victory. After years of failures and dead-ends, the feeling of achievement was exhilarating.

—

You were thrown into chaos when you got back to earth. After the return shuttle landed in the Atlantic, a helicopter took you all back to mission control in London. Everyday consisted of either physical test to make sure the artificial gravity didn't have any negative effects on your body, or press conferences about how the eight of you solved the energy crisis. You couldn't turn on the news without some mention of the Shepard, but you were just glad to be home.

By the end of the month, you and the rest of the crew were burned out, both mentally and physically. You, Tam, Hamilton, and Mundy decided to stay in London and lead a team at mission control to monitor the Shepard's status. Kiel, Acosta, and Volkov were to return to their families and respective countries tomorrow. You hadn't heard much from Schmidt, but you assumed that he would return to his life in Germany. Since today was the last day all of you be together for a while, Hamilton decided to take you all to a pub downtown.

You watched the others play, or at least attempt to play, billiards closely from the bar. Your feet were aching so you decided to sit down but you were still actively encouraging them. After a couple rounds, Schmidt walked over towards you.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked politely.

"It's all yours," you gestured. He pulled out the stool and sat with his back facing the tabletop. You notice his outfit, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of dark trousers. It was a change from his usual jumpsuit uniform and a polo shirt with jeans.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, letting the soft conversations of the pub fill the empty space between you. It was almost a bittersweet moment; one of the last moments you would spend together.

Almost as if he read your mind, he answered your thought. "I'm not going back to Germany," he said.

A sigh of relief rang through your head, but you still couldn't help but be curious about his decision. "Why not? You probably have hundreds of women lining up to be with the 'German man that saved the world'," you joked.

He was unresponsive to your comment as he gathered his thoughts. His demeaner changed and he shifted in his seat so that now he was facing you. "Can I make a confession?" he asked.

"Of course, Schmidt," you replied. Now you were worried that something was wrong. He wasn't one for serious conversations so you knew this was important.

"As you may know, my country has been trying to start a war with Russia for nearly a decade. When the Shepard was built, the government sent me as a spy to prevent it from working. I was suppose to send logs of my progress back to them, but I never did. The day before we activated the device, I received a transmission ordering me crash the station into the ocean with all crew member on board. If I go back to Germany, they will have me arrested for treason."

You were shocked by his words and couldn't think of anything to say. You knew that Schmidt would never betray the crew, and apparently the cost of that was being exiled from his own country.

He was now looking down on the floor, worried that he would see disappointment in your eyes if he looked up. "Can you please say something?" he pleaded.

"Why didn't you do it? You knew this was the result, yet you still made the sacrifice? Why?" you asked. You brought your hand to cup his face, tilting his gaze so he was now looking down at you. Your thumb ran over his cheek as an attempt to comfort him.

"I did it for you. And I would do it all again if it meant I could see your smile, even for just one more minute. I understand if you want nothing to do with me after today, but you deserve to know the truth."

It wasn't until now that you realized how close in proximity you were to him. You could smell the cologne he was wearing; citrus with a hint of firewood. Flammable items like fragrance and hairspray weren't allowed on the station, but you could still identify the scent as his own.

"I guess it's my turn to make a confession, right? To even things out," you half-whispered. You continued to move closer to him slowly, seeing if he showed any sign of resistance. His eyes were now fixed on your lips, and yours to his. Deciding to take the final step, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down.

The kiss was slow but filled with passion, the result of bottled up feelings for the past three year. He tasted like cigarettes and tap beer, exactly how you imagined him. His hands traveled down to your waist and attempted to pull you in as close as he could from the awkward position you both were in. A small moan escapes your lips from the contact, a sound that he found to be his favorite.

You pull away moments later to catch a breath of air. His quick breathing was in sync with yours and you let out a slight laugh of relief.

The intimate moment was interrupted by cheering and whistling coming from the billiards table. It was a mix of 'finally's and 'about time's. Your crewmates had a habit of embarrassing you and apparently it applied to public spaces as well. You put your head on Schmidt's shoulder to try to shield yourself from them.

"Should we go over there and say something?" you asked. The lighting in the pub wasn't great, but you could've swore you saw Mundy hand Tam £20.

"In a minute. I want to savour this moment for as long as possible."

#the cloverfield paradox #ernst schmidt #ernst schmidt x reader #schmidt x reader #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl x reader

[sub-danny]

Ok so I imagine Ernst being relatively quiet during sex, especially compared to others, like mostly panting & soft lil groans, it picks up to moans when he cums or is overstimulated or if the sex is rough but mostly pretty neighbour friendly. Which suits Schmidt since he’s fairly shy about being the only couple on board (whether they’re public or not).

However, with all the vents throughout the Shepard providing airflow, loud noises travel. Ernst knows this. So the first time his s/o gets touchy feely on board he tells them they need to be quiet.

“Oh, I can be quiet. Can you?”

And he knows he’s about to be tested. They’re going to touch all the places that feel the nicest, they’re going to tease & overstimulate him, they’re gonna ruin him, just for fun, just to test his resolve to keep quiet.

Like Alex, he does everything to keep quiet: sucking on s/o’s fingers, biting into their shoulder, covering his own mouth, biting his lip, shoving his face into pillows, etc. Any sounds he does let out feels all the more deafening.

He encounters anyone the next morning, even if he’s just getting coffee, he can feel his face getting hot, unfortunately especially Volkov, he doesn’t wanna think about if he heard all the little whines & moans he failed to contain last night. S/o, of course, is cheerful as ever. And regrets nothing.

- 🦇 (yes same person, just more of a degenerate)

I had to take a little bit to recover from reading this because oh my gosh 😩✋

I love the crossed-out bit of, 'especially the others' because we all know just how loud some would be in bed, I'm looking at you Andrea. But imagining Ernst's little gasps and pants which you can barely hear over the noise your skin make against each other is just, so goddam hot.

Ernst is one of those guys who try to act like they have all the power when around other people but when it's just the two of you he is a melting mess, so needy for your touch. So the thought of the rest of the crew hearing him, knowing what a sub he actually is, it's mortifying for him. How would Volkov ever listen and respect him again if he knew that?

Testing him though, seeing how much pleasure you can give him while he tries to remain quiet would be marvellous. Seeing how red his face gets trying to hold everything back, the tears that would spill down his eyes as he whimpers from the overstimulation, biting his lip till it bleeds as he tries to keep any groans in.

By the time you are done with him, which let's face it, hours later, he can barely move from his bed, shaking, just laid back and panting as he tries to recover from everything. Even still he tries not to pant too loudly, anxious anyone else might hear him and as you said he avoids everyone's gaze afterwards.

Thank you so much bat anon for sending this in because this made me so 🥵🔥 when reading. It's perfect and so what would happen with sub!Ernst. I'm glad to see you over interacting with this account as well because we are all degenerates here 😅

#subdanielbrühl #keeping quiet #overstimulation #bat anon #🦇 anon #sub!ernst

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

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

Warnings: masturbation, mention of attempted murder

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

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

“Good morning, Ernst”

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

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

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

“Get naked for me, I don’t have time”

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

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

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

“Fuck, show me your ass”

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

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

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

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

“Your breakfast is ready now”

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

“I need the calculation for this”

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

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

Volkov voice made you roll your eyes.

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

Don’t let him get into you

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

Thank you he typed back to you

;) your answer

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

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

“Don’t worry, I don’t need it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like her, don’t you?”

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

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

“You think she is more attractive than me?”

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

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

“Would you fuck her?”

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

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

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

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

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

But Ernst knew perfectly who he had to talk to.

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

“You’re out of your mind”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Killing him is not the solution”

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

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

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

“I love you, that’s what I know”

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

“Take it back”

“No”

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

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

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

And yet, here you’re.

“Ernst”

“No, no Ernst, this is over”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you sure you want to interrupt the hologram?

Yes - No

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

“I love you Ernst”

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

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

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