#Ernst Schmidt x reader
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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."
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Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)
Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Andrea Marowski
• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.
• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.
• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.
• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).
• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.
• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.
• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.
• He was mesmerized.
• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.
• "Danke, Andrea."
• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.
• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Ernst Schmidt
• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.
• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?
• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??
• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???
• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.
• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.
• It was cute and he couldn't complain.
• He did ask why though the next morning.
• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."
• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Niki Lauda
• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.
• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.
• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.
• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.
• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.
• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.
• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.
• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.
• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
• "I see you found my helmet."
• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"
• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Laszlo Kreisler
• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.
• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.
• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.
• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.
• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.
• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."
• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.
• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.
• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."
• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.
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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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Ctrl and Power
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Ernst Schmidt x Female Reader
Summary: You want to tell your crew about your relationship, but you worry about the ramifications. Your boyfriend gives you a little incentive to change your mind.
Warnings: Secret relationships, working relationships, heavy flirting, jealousy and envy, worries of not being taken seriously due to gender and relationship, previous experiences with sexism, Schmidt has anger issues, slight degradation, p in v sex, rough sex, light spanking, spit kink, finger sucking, unsafe sex via lack of protection, creampie, fucked stupid, mentions of future marriage.
Notes: Liebling means darling, liebchen means sweetheart, schatz means treasure, bärchen means cute bear, häschen means cute bunny, Ich bin in dich verliebt means I am falling in love with you, Ich habe mich in dich verliebt means I have fallen in love with you, Ich liebe dich means I love you, Ich liebe dich auch means I love you too.
You're halfway into a deconstructed wall unit attempting to reroute a broken power line when cold fingers tickle along the small gap between your shirt and your trousers. You yelp, instinctively kicking out and scowling at the laughter that follows as you set your tools down on the bottom of the panel. You pull out of the wall and see exactly who you thought you would, a cheeky smirk on his face as he scrolls through a datapad idly behind you. He looks unfortunately handsome with his annoyingly cute scruff and his nerdy glasses, and it softens your ire despite yourself.
"Ernst Schmidt, that is harassment and you know it." You wag your finger at him, and he rolls his stupidly pretty honey eyes as he dismisses an alert on his datapad.
"You're not even ticklish, liebchen." He protests weakly, stepping closer and resting his shoulder against the wall beside you, "you can't blame me for being tempted."
"I most certainly can - your hands are freezing! And don’t call me that, Ernst, be discreet. Besides, Mundy would be on my ass if he thought we were mucking about - he's already being nice not telling anyone about us, and I don't want to tempt him by making him think I'm slacking off." You insist, waving your hand at him insistently to try and get him to leave you alone. In an ideal world, you wouldn't have to chase him off - you'd be able to take the time to talk to him without worrying about what someone might think if they saw you. Unfortunately, it is not an ideal world, and as much as you'd love to stare at his pretty face all day, you have work to do and you can’t be the one to slack off. No one is going to fire the genius physicist, but they could definitely get rid of one of the engineers. You might all have different specialisations, but you doubted that would stop anyone.
Ernst sighs, adjusting his glasses as he looks over the power readout he’d been examining on his datapad when he passed by you, apparently approving of the numbers since he dismisses it and looks back up into your eyes. He doesn't even try to act like he's about to leave. Instead, he smiles, licking his thumb and rubbing away a spot of dirt on your cheek. You smile sheepishly, rubbing away the slick spot.
"You never slack a day in your life, and Mundy knows it. That's why you're his favourite on this whole station." Ernst reminds you, before his voice becomes ardent, his expression yearning, "Liebchen, it's been too long. Visit me tonight."
Your cheeks burn, and you cover his mouth with your hand as you shoot panicked looks up and down the hallway.
"Shh, Ernst, Christ! Send me a message, okay? I know you're one of the geniuses keeping this station going, but I'm just a grunt. No, I'm the grunt's grunt. I'm expendable."
You squeak as he kisses your palm, pulling your hand away quickly to avoid further molestation and huffing dramatically. You even stomp your foot, and Ernst snorts, the fondness in his eyes obvious to anyone who might see him. God, he was so bad at hiding things.
"Relax, häschen, enough thumping. You are not expendable, and no one would say anything if they knew. Perhaps Volkov, but no one important. You think they care more than they actually do. You know Kiel thinks the world of you."
You relax ever so slightly, and turn back to the panel you were working on, "Either way, Ernst. I'll see you tonight."
Ernst smiles brilliantly, and you hide from him by crawling back into the wall panel, missing the look Monk gives you both as he rounds the corner to find the physicist staring directly at your pert ass before he begins to walk away.
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You sit beside Mundy at dinnertime, and he slings an arm across the back of your chair, heads nearly pressed together as you look over a power grid overlay of the station. There’s been issues with power fluctuations lately. Nothing that appeared to affect the tests, as it was more of a delay than a lack of power existing, but it was assumed by mission control to be a simple anomaly caused by overachieving systems fighting for power levels. Still, it had bothered you, and you liked to fix things that bothered you even if they weren’t necessary. You point out the reroutes you made, and Mundy grins widely, examining the power readout comparisons.
"Efficient. Good job, kid." He praises you, and you find yourself beaming despite the demeaning nickname. You’re not a child, despite being the youngest on board. Kiel notices your little tête-à-tête and asks what's up as he passes you by to claim his own seat, which makes you cringe at the added attention of the station commander. Mundy brags about your work, giving you a playful shake by your shoulder while Kiel praises the initiative. You're sinking into your seat as you look around the room, only to notice Ernst staring at you and Mundy. Mostly Mundy. Mostly Mundy's arm around your back.
God, men are so tiring.
You roll your eyes, and he clearly notices because he flushes a little and looks away, adjusting his glasses. You're used to his needless jealousy, and he's used to the way you dismiss it. He's the most handsome man you’ve ever met, and he’s intelligent to boot - you have no idea why he thinks you'd ever want anyone else. You suppose that isn't why he's actually jealous, now that you think about it properly. He's not jealous because he thinks you might be interested in Mundy, who is more like an older brother than anything else. He’s jealous because no one knows that you're his. He's jealous of the fact that Mundy can touch you without worrying about what anyone will think of it. He's jealous that you flinch away from the same touch from him that you allow from others simply because you spend some of your nights in his bed and certainly not theirs. Simply because you think that somehow, they’ll notice that it’s different between you two than it is with anyone else.
Part of you knows, deep down, that if you disclosed your relationship with Kiel, nothing would really change on the outside. You want to tell him - withholding it feels like lying - but you’ve spent your entire career in a male-dominated field doing your absolute damnedest to be recognised for your work instead of your tits. You’ve avoided relationships like the plague, knuckled down and given up plenty of opportunities to have fun just to dedicate yourself to your work, all to be seen with an ounce of the same respect as any other joe blow asshole with an engineering degree. You have a Masters degree in Aeronautical Engineering and a Bachelor's degree with honours in Electrical Engineering - you are as qualified as anyone else on this goddamned station. Telling Mundy about your relationship had been one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, and you’d only managed it because he heavily implied that he already knew and definitely approved.
Mundy really is like family - like the older brother you’d never thought you wanted. He knew Ernst made you happy, and that you got your work done despite your relationship, so he encouraged it. Even helped hide it, sometimes, when one of you slipped up. Without him, you think you would’ve been a nervous wreck and fallen apart.
You know Ernst wants more from you than you’ve been able to give him so far. He’s been patient - he respects you and your dedication to your field. He does his best to understand why you’re so tense about your relationship even if he can never fully get it. He is a man, and he’s never had to go through the same kind of discrimination that you have as a woman, but he tries very hard to listen and understand as much as he can. He’s so good to you, so patient and respectful, even when he’s being a dirty, disrespectful little brat. He deserves more. Sometimes, you think you might’ve been selfish to get together with him, but you aren’t strong enough to let him go. Every moment with him is worth a thousand moments without him, as difficult as it is to sleep when he’s only a couple rooms away.
Volkov approaches, looming over you and Mundy like a vulture to survey the grid changes you've made. He hums, and you do your best to be patient as you wait for his reaction, feeling Mundy stiffen beside you protectively. After a long moment, he huffs a surprised breath, dropping a hand to squeeze your shoulder as he murmurs a quiet 'Good job.' before he moves along to his seat across from you. You're shocked - Volkov has never been mean to you, really, but he's never one to mince words and he doesn't give praise often, if ever. You offer him a shy smile that he returns, gaze lingering on you after you look away to grab your drink and sip it.
Ernst is fuming when you meet his gaze, jaw clenched deliciously.
Shit.
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The soft sheets below your face smell like his cologne, and you nuzzle against them, even as moans fall openly from your lips. Drool dribbles down your chin, and you do your best to stop it, but a firm hand collides with your plush ass, squeezing and causing your mouth to drop back open. Ernst pushes you forwards into the mattress, squeezing and spreading your asscheeks as he watches you take every single inch of his cock. You claw at the sheets, trying to push yourself up only to feel your lover’s hand slide up your spine to press you back down. You whine, the angle forcing him so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.
“God, Ernst, it’s too deep.”
“Relax, Häschen, you can take it.” He soothes, and you whimper as you feel the bed dip next to you as he plants his foot into the mattress, “You need a bit of punishment, liebchen. Flirting with Volkov, as if he could ever please you with his tiny cock.”
You moan plaintively, reaching back towards him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist in your desperation to touch him. You don’t even have the brain power to refute his claim about flirting with Volkov as he’s already fucked you stupid. He coos at you, pouting mockingly as he puts your hand on your bottom to replace his own, spreading yourself open for him. He trails his fingers up your arm, stroking your forearm, thumb sweeping across the inside of your elbow in a surprisingly gentle gesture while he’s doing his best to rearrange your guts. You make eye contact, and he smiles, kissing his fingers then pressing them to your lips in a sweet gesture, and you clench around him as you take his digits into your mouth as he tries to pull them away. Your tongue rolls across the pads of his index and middle fingers, and you suck gently, eyes half-lidded as your lover bucks into you.
“Ahh, my sweet little liebchen, look at you. Why do you deny yourself this every night? I could make you feel so good.” Ernst purrs teasingly, groaning as he picks up his pace a little, the slap of his pelvis against your ass loud and accompanied by an embarrassing squelch.
“Bärchen…” You whimper, and Ernst hums encouragingly, stroking your lower back in an attempt to soothe you. Despite his rough treatment, he isn’t trying to hurt you.
“What is it, schatz?”
“Wanna hold you.”
Ernst lets out a soft moan, rubbing your flank as he pulls out of you, delicately maneuvering you onto your back. He helps you scoot up on his mattress until your head rests against the pillows, laying between your legs for a moment so he can simply kiss you, gentle as can be. You moan as he pushes back into you slowly, pressing forwards until he bottoms out. You feel a little less overwhelmingly full from this angle, and you give a blissful sigh, putting your arms around Ernst. It’s your first fuck in nearly a week, and every time you go more than a day without him stretching you open, the first time always feels a touch on that side of too full in certain positions. Usually, he’s very good about taking you gently when it’s been a while, but you know he took you a little rougher today because of his frustrations.
“Of course, sweet girl. I’ll give you anything you want.” He purrs, and you stroke his cheeks lovingly, staring into his pretty brown eyes.
”Want you to come inside me and fuck it deeper. Want you to fuck me in the morning and come inside me so I have to walk around all day full of you.” You whisper, “I’m yours, Ernst. Been yours since we were in training, and you told me that terrible joke about astrophysics.”
“It wasn’t that terrible.” He protests, adjusting your hips a little so he can get his hand between you and stroke your clit.
“Yes, bärchen, it really w-” You tease, though you’re cut off by a moan ripped from your throat before you can even finish, and your lover nuzzles his nose against your cheek as he keeps up his steady pace. Your back arches off the bed, mouth gasping for air as you’re struck by the hardest orgasm you’ve had in what feels like an age. Ernst groans against you, pressing kisses to your lips as he thrusts deep into your spasming cunt, stilling once he’s balls deep in your clenching heat.
“Ich liebe dich.” he murmurs firmly against your lips, and you tremble, the gravity of the phrase sinking in deep. It isn’t something said lightly. He’s said ‘Ich bin in dich verliebt’ nearly a year ago, and ‘Ich habe mich in dich verliebt’ more recently in the last couple of months, but never that.
Ich liebe dich.
I love you.
A definitive. In line with his German sensibilities, he waited until he was absolutely sure.
“I love you too, Ernst Schmidt. Ich liebe dich auch.” You sob out, clenching your legs around him, holding his cheeks in a desperate attempt to keep him closer than close.
“Breathe, liebling,” Ernst whispers, pressing kisses across every inch of your face as you both come down from the incredible high, “You’re so beautiful, schatz.”
“Even covered in sweat, hair a mess, and fucked stupid?” You ask, and he laughs, kissing your nose.
“All of that and worse. Though, I am partial to you being cockdumb and pliant for me.” He teases, drawing a giggle from your lips.
“I wasn’t flirting with Volkov. I’d rather eat glass.”
“I know, liebchen. I know.”
“And… I think I’m ready to talk to Kiel.” You add before you can chicken out, watching the shock spread across his face, mouth dropping open as his eyes widen. The delight closely follows, and you pull him into a kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.
“I promise, no matter what happens, I will stand beside you.”
“You fucking better, Schmidt, it’s all your fault. Being so goddamn cute with your stupid physics jokes and your dumb muscular arms for no reason. What kind of physicist is as buff as you? Like, it’s absurd. Completely unnecessary. How dare you be smart, funny, AND hot?”
“Ah, well, I am, as you say… the trifecta? Husband material?”
You can’t help but smack him gently, your face going hot at even the mention of marriage.
Rude!
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“So, you came to me to have a very hush-hush meeting to tell me that you’re dating?” Kiel asks as if to clarify, his expression perfectly neutral, giving nothing of his feelings away. You nod, biting at your lip as you squeeze Schmidt’s arm.
“We wanted to let you know. We won’t make a fuss with the rest of the crew, and we won’t let it affect our work, I swear.” You insist. Your lover - boyfriend, though the word feels juvenile for the feelings you have for him - nods in support of you, but his expression is questing as he examines Kiel for weaknesses.
“I know you won’t.” Kiel comments, and you agree instantly, relief coming like a tidal wave until he interrupts your thought process, “considering you’ve been flirting since mission launch, and fucking since… what, a couple of months in?”
Your whole body goes hot with embarrassment, your cheeks on fire as you freeze in place. Were you really that unsubtle?
“I’m fairly sure everyone knows already. We’ve been waiting for you two to finally speak up. Why do you think Volkov is always extra nice whenever he wants to piss your boyfriend off?” Kiel asks, and you blink.
Well, shit.
“I… suppose this meeting is unnecessary then.” Ernst speaks up finally, putting his hand on the back of your neck comfortingly.
“Well, it did stop the clock for bets. Ava lost ages back - she guessed you’d fess up over a year ago.” Kiel comments, and you groan, getting up from your seat quickly.
“Okay, wonderful, great talk Commander. I’m going to go die in a hole now, thanks.” You inform him, fleeing the room so quickly it’s like you were never there. Ernst stands to follow you, and Kiel offers him a slightly softer smile.
“Mundy’ll kill you if you hurt her.”
“I’m aware, and I have no intentions of ever doing that.”
“Good. Ava’s first in line if she ever hurts you - she called dibs. Tam’s still grumpy about it.” Kiel teases, and Schmidt laughs, fondness making his smile warmer than usual.
“Good to know.”
“If you guys decide to tie the knot, we better all get invites.”
Schmidt bites back a grin, rubbing his hands together for a moment before shrugging, “I suppose, keep your eye on your mailbox when we get home then. I promised myself I’d wait until we were groundside again before I asked. We’ll have to figure out a lot of things when we head back. Where we’re going to live is the first and foremost.”
“I think all of that will fall into place quite quickly. It won’t be long. You’ve been making good progress - we’re almost there. I can feel it.” Kiel replies as he gets up from his desk, “C’mon, we better inform the crew so we can settle this bet and get back to work.”
Together, the two men walk down the halls towards the cafeteria, wondering if that’s where you’ve fled to.
“What did you bet?”
A pause. A guilty pause.
“I figured she’d hold out until the mission was over. She’s such a stubborn thing.” Kiel muses, and Ernst laughs, shrugging his shoulders.
“Ahh, she bends easy enough with the right incentive.” He comments as the two enter the cafeteria to find the whole crew gathered. You’re sitting pretty with Mundy, who appears to be trying to talk you off the proverbial ledge.
“Looks like Volkov wins.” Monk comments, and Schmidt groans loudly in protest, “What? It’s your fault you didn’t wait a little longer.”
You beam at that, and your love rolls his eyes, knowing what’s about to come.
“Yes, Monk, it most certainly is Schmidt’s fault. I guess I don’t blame him though - I am pretty great.”
That gains you a round of eyerolls and laughter, but your physicist approaches to kiss the top of your head, sitting on your other side after giving Mundy a friendly clap on the shoulder.
“I can agree with you there, Häschen. Even when you resort to thumping at me.”
It takes every single bit of self control in your body to keep yourself from stomping your foot, the habit so deeply ingrained that it’s second nature.
Schmidt winks at you, and you grin, feeling lighter than you have in ages. Having the secret out felt nice, but the way Ernst kept holding your hand and stroking your ring finger between his thumb and index as if rolling a ring? Yeah, that felt a whole lot nicer.
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Ernst Schmidt Masterlist
Legend:
❗ = Explicit Sexual Material
🛰️ Space Is Cold, You Are Not ❗
Last Edit: 4/28/24
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My master list
One Chicago:
Chicago fire:
Kelly severide
Stella kidd
Sylvie Brett
Violet Mikami
Evan Hawkins
Blake gallo
Ritter
Cruz
Casey
Herrman
Mouch(platonic)
Otis
Leslie
Gabby
Chicago PD:
Jay Halstead
Erin Lindsay
Kim burgess
Adam Ruzek
Kevin Atwater
Hank voight
Hailey Upton
Chicago Med:
Connor
Ava
Natalie
April
Robin
Hannah
Will
Sarah
Maggie
Denise
Cloverfield:
Rob
Jason
Beth
Lily
Marlena
Hud
10 Cloverfield lane:
Emmett
Michelle
(No frank that bitch is disgusting)
Cloverfield Paradox:
Ava Hamilton
Mina Jensen
Ernst Schmidt
Life (2017)
David
Miranda
Hugh
Sho
Kat
9-1-1:
Buck
Hen
Karen
Bobby
Eddie
Chim
Maddie
Josh
Athena
May
Albert
Lena
9-1-1 Lone star:
Owen
Marjan
Paul
Nancy
Mateo
Judd
Grace
TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)
Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)
Tommy
Michelle
Station 19:
Jack
Andy
Vic
Travis
Demon slayer:
Tanjiro
Nezuko
Zenitsu
Inosuke
Kanao
Genya
Uzui
Shinobu
Mitsuri
Obanai
Rengoku
Gyomei
Muichiro(Platonic)
Sanemi
Aoi
Naho(platonic)
Sumi(Platonic)
Kiyo(Platonic)
A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader
Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.
That's it. My hands hurt so bad.
#One Chicago x reader#Chicago fire x reader#Chicago pd x reader#Chicago med x reader#Cloverfield x reader#10 lane cloverfield x reder#Cloverfield paradox x reader#life x reader#9-1-1 x reader#9-1-1 lone star x reader#station 19 x reader#Demon slayer x reader
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BRUHLSBEES OLD WORKS MASTERLISTS
a new and improved masterlist for all of my daniel bruhl, owen wilson, luke wilson, and murray bauman work. lately i've been on the cusp of getting back into a writing kick and a lot of my motivation for some of these pieces have gone right out the window (sorry to all my early followers). as much as i'd like to just delete these fics and move on i know some people do enjoy them so you'll find a lot of my early work either in the 'retired' section or in the 'early works' section. some retired pieces may be worked on in the future, but for now they'll remain in the void. thanks for understanding and hopefully i'll get more stuff out soon! :')
S MEANS SMUT
RETIREMENT HOME
garden of eden (alex kerner x reader) - click here
sweet disposition (alex kerner x reader) - click here
paradox burning (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here
to the end (niki lauda x reader) - click here
second chance (writer!daniel x reader) - click here
FINISHED PIECES
bubbles (helmut zemo x reader) - part one & two (s)
five more minutes (helmut zemo x reader) - click here
it was real enough (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here
the haunting of heike zemo (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here
behind the mask (helmut zemo x reader) - click here (s)
i'm going in tonight (alex kerner x reader) - click here (s)
opposites attract (alex kerner x reader) - click here
baby paula (alex kerner x reader) - click here
at the cabin (alex kerner x reader - click here
dancing in the rain (alex kerner x reader) - click here
sapphire strings (andrea marowski x reader) - click here
modern!flatmate! andrea x reader headcannons - nsfw version & sfw version
broken wing (dr. laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here
bloodlust (vampire! laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here
kachow (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)
good luck charm (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)
jackpot (dark!daniel x reader) - click here (s)
tom foolery (clowniel x reader) - part one & two (s)
the first time (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here (s)
welcome home (chris burnett x reader) - click here
better man (ken hutchinson x reader) - click here (s)
the last night (anthony adams x reader) - click here
knock three times (murray bauman x reader) - click here (s)
murray bauman nsfw alphabet - part one & two (s)
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Not quite sure when I wrote these
But here's 3 Danny characters when you call them handsome
Andrea
When your relationship just started blooming, he would get so shy around you. It was cute, he would get all rosy checked when you tell him he is handsome.
When you tell him randomly now he still blushes. He will be at his music stand learning a new song and you can just sneak up behind him, hugging him and telling him he's a handsome boy. And he'll be all red, stuttering for his words.
Like the baby he is he will whine at you for interrupting him, and end up kissing you anyways. And thanking you for the surprise compliment, hanging onto you as the baby boy he is.
Schmidt
When you call him handsome, he's the type to smile like a dumbass. He will look at you with those beautiful brown eyes like you are the center of his universe. He's the type to pull you into a hug at any waking moment, and just squeeze you. Just living in the moment and loving that you are there with him. Maybe you are sitting out, watching the stars, and you look at him covered by the starlight, and looking at the sky. Telling him he's handsome in that moment gains his attention completely, looking back up at the sky as he moves to pull you against him, humming contentedly as the pair snuggle together in the cold.
Zemo
He will just give you one of these ;3. You would wake up, him not in the bed. Walking out to the kitchen he is there, getting the morning tea ready in nothing but his house robe. His hair swept to the side, necklace hanging against his slightly exposed chest. And his bare feet standing on the cold floor. His face has a look of absolute concentration. You lean against the other side of the island, and admire him. Telling him he is handsome while studying him. He will simply look up and do the cute little :3 smile and the little puff of air let out when he chuckles is so cute yoy wanna just keep complimenting him. But he rounds rather corner, placing the tea in front of you and acting a kiss on the side of your forehead. Passing you by, in favor for his reading corner.
#andrea marowski x reader#andrea marowski#ernst schmidt#ernst schmidt x reader#helmut semo#helmut zemo x reader#zemo x reader#daniel bruhl#daniel bruhl x reader
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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
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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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Daniel Characters I Write For
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Alexander Kerner (Good Bye, Lenin!)
Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender)
Checo (Paradise Mall)
Dirk (All Together)
Erik Jan Hanussen (The King's Man)
Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)
Father Antonio (Intruders)
Fredrick Zoller (Inglourious Basterds)
Helmut Zemo (Captain America: Civil War and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier)
István Thurzó (The Countess)
Jan Weingartner (The Edukators)
Laszlo Kreisler (The Alienst)
Niki Lauda (Rush)
Paul Krantz (Love in Thoughts)
Tony Belardi (Burnt)
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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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Adding Ernst Schmidt from The Cloverfield Paradox to the character roster even though I doubt anyone cares about that movie anymore because I love him dearly and selfishly hope someone requests him. 😅
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Daniel characters turn on’s
These are things that turn them on whether you do it on purpose or not it will most likely still get them turned on.
Helmut Zemo
Kissing his neck
Run your fingers along his sides
If he ever sees you in any of his clothes
Niki Lauda
PULLING HIS HAIR
If you praise him after he wins a race
If you rant about how much you hate James and say that niki is better
Ernst Schmidt
Taking his glasses off and tilting his chin to look up at you
Stand up for him in front of volkov
Pulling him onto your lap and kissing his neck while he’s working
Laszlo kriezler
Pull him against you by his lapels and tell him he’s getting a punishment
Lightly wrap your hand around his neck
Put your hand on his thigh and slowly move it closer to his crotch
Andrea Marowski
Call him a good boy
Slowly start undressing him
Compliment his violin skills
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Request, Ernst Schmidt x Female Reader Dumbification, Size and Choking? (Also happy birthday. May you have many more) thank you so much!!@
Ernst Schmidt x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, dumbification, size, chocking, breeding kink
A/N: I just had to force myself not to go really dark on this XD thank you so much for providing me with this kinky bliss to write!
The mission was always considered a suicide one.
Some people even calling the group out to open some multiverse kind of error, aliens, terror surging only because you were looking for the solution to the current crisis on Earth.
You were the only member of the medical staff, but you gave it all for the cause, you left family, friends, a life to be up there in the nowhere helping the team to get through it, making sure they were looked after and nobody risked their life aimlessly for some stupid fever.
You grew fond of Ernst, mostly thanks to his tendency to visit you after a fight with Volkov. You knew who it was the opponent mostly because sooner or later he will come too to get checked too and he wasn’t that bad himself. Ernst was a firecracker and you could tell by the way he quickly reacted to things, for a physic you thought he was supposed to be the one to reflect on things. But no, he was the one tackling things down.
At the beginning you didn’t really trust him, that exploding rage didn’t sit well on you, but you soon realised how nice he could be. The way he talked to you quietly while sitting on the little bed while you medicated his broken knuckles or how he always reserved something for you at dinner. And yet he had something about him that put you in a very uneasy spot and, at the same time, attracted you, but you were quick to dismiss it when thinking about it mostly because feelings get polarised in small locations like the spaceship, one can be sure of feelings that never existed mostly because it is human nature to try to replicate some familiar behaviour.
Also small spaces didn't allow either big dramas to run for long, just as Ernst’s conflict with Volkov kept happening in waves.
The real deal happened on New Year’s Eve, you kept up with the Earth Calendar and it was supposed to be so tonight. Kiel thought it would be nice for the team spirit to replicate those little moments of happiness like the beloved ones on Earth.
None of you had really fancy clothes so it was agreed to make it in pyjama much to other’s discomfort, but at least it wouldn’t look like you were on the job.
Your pyjama consisted into a simple summer like dress, you brought something that wasn’t exactly a pyjama when you packed just because being a medic you can be called at any time of the night and to show up with something like ‘the bad bitch is sleeping’ on it didn’t seem the best.
“Well, you look like you are coming to an actual party” Kiel joked handing you a plastic box that contained some juice, of course alcohol wasn’t an option.
It was actually funny to see everyone in their more human attire.
“I love it” you said at Lin as she had an oversized t-shirt with ‘fuck you’ written in Chinese on it and she winked you clicking juices together.
Everyone looked so comfortable now and Volkov himself, in his total black t-shirt and shorts, seemed less aggressive even if with you he was always controlled, but straight forward. Mundy was having the time of his life telling you stories about crazy games he did with his friends on New Years Eves just as your eyes rested on Ernst figure. He wore a military green t-shirt with ‘ejercito’ written on it with dark joggers and he smile seeing you come closer.
“Did they tell you about the party in advance or what?” He asked to you in a whisper making you chuckle
“No, only a coincidence”
He smiled down at you “so lucky” he said only.
You smiled as you didn’t need to look up at him to know he was observing you but you did. He had this thing of staring that really put Volkov out of his mind because he decided Ernst was being judgmental. In your opinion he was just a natural introvert with a very short patience. Who was right?
You all sat in a round table playing cards and trying to make some fun out of it.
“It is the countdown” Kiel said distracting you two. It was sad to celebrate like this, also sober with this sense of surrounding emptiness the space gave out.
“Happy new year!” Everybody shouted clapping and cheering.
You all sipped your fake juice and chatted a bit more before retiring into your rooms. It went okay, no fighting going on at least.
As you just made your way in your room, ready to hit the bed, you heard a soft knocking. You frowned instinctively looking around to see if you left something behind you, but all your belongings were there.
“Hallo”
When you opened the door you found Ernst in front of you, the hallway empty around him as he stared fondly at you.
“We missed one New Year’s Eve tradition” he said in a secretive whisper, you raised your eyebrows like you didn’t want to understand, because what he meant was as clear as the earth orbiting in front of the spaceship.
So when he leaned over your smaller frame to brush your lips with a kiss you didn’t move, you secretly hoped for it, always being so close to him brought that kind of desire on you.
He stared down at you and smiled “You’re such a natural”
It was a weird thing to say, you didn’t get it before your lips collided again and he pushed you into your room, your arms instinctively swinging around his neck.
The kiss was bruising, the way he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. It was nothing like the other one you shared seconds before. You tried to pull back, you needed to talk some sense on this, you're on a space mission, you need grounding rules.
But he wasn't listening anymore.
"Y/N I have waited so long for this" he growled, hands travelling to your waist as you tried to divert his attention from you but he was already on you pushing you toward the centre of the room.
"Ernst"
He wasn't listening, his hands travelling over your neck as he held it pushing you down easily.
"You're so fucking small, I could hold you down one handed"
He was in fact doing so, his voice revealed an urgency you shared, you had to admit that this ‘bad boy’ attitude of him, the bruised knuckles, the high intelligence. That turned you on a lot.
"So good"
He groaned, his hand travelling onto your clothed frame squeezing every part of you almost painfully, his hand onto your neck moving lightly on your shoulder as he pushed you down onto your knees.
You trembled visibly, a sense fo need and desire taking over your reasonable thought process as your hands pulled down the joggers he wore and his briefs. You gulped softly staring at his hard on, collecting yourself for a moment before leaning in to lick in slowly. You let out a shaky breath as the excitement was hitting you like a hot shower, a soft moan of need escaping you before you tasted the warm tip of his cock. Your eyes up at him just to realise how he never looked away from you, you licked your lips nervously before letting him slip in your mouth, a groan escaping him to be welcomed in the warmth of your mouth. “You’re perfect” his comment as his hand moved to tangle to your hair. You were quite small compared to him and he absolutely loved that, his hips not moving yet giving you time to adjust and explore your little task.
His smirk grew before slowly beginning to rock his hips.
“Is that alright, isn’t it?”
He asked as he started to push himself more and you let out a soft moan of pleasure causing him to smile even more “raise your dress”
You obeyed quietly as he noticed how soaked you were, just as he imagined. You shivered in your spot as he tried a bit more, he started properly fucking your mouth in seconds as your hands moved to his hips whining softly
"What baby? Did my cock fucked your brain? You’re a doctor, you should know what a gag reflex is”
You let out another throaty sound as that was so hot and you felt so ashamed for enjoying it, your panties uncomfortably soaked keeping your mind from going anywhere but to your desire .
Soon as he didn’t allowed you to slow down your jaw begun hurting as he held you by your hair not giving you rest. You tasted it fully as you tried to relax your throat.
"Fuck, you really are made for this, so hot"
He stared at you in awe licking his lips before dragging you so close your nose brushed against his pelvis and your throat got filled by his semen. Once more there was no going back, you gulped it down as much as you could, your nails digging into his hips without gaining a reaction from him before he pulled out and you coughed lightly.
"Oh, look at you, where's all that phD bullshit now?”
He smirked picking you up easily as he laid you on your back over the mattress, his hands on top of your knees parting them unceremoniously as a smirk played over him while pushed your panties off.
“Let’s see”
He moved over you as his fingers traced your entrance collecting some wetness, then moving up to your clit. He begun rubbing it, his fingers circling it and then applying more pressure on it watching you squirm underneath his bigger frame.
You begun cursing under your breath as no rest was allowed, his eyes never diverting from you as you reached a very quick orgasm that didn’t let you enjoy the skill of his fingers, moans covered by your own hands over your mouth, your legs trembled as you blinked looking up at him searching for his next move.
You didn’t have to wait the split of a second, his fingers made their way in your wet channel beginning to move and thrust immediately.
“Ernst, wait, give me a moment”
You begun as you were too sensitive to even begin again, he smirked at you “Liar”
His only comment as he started fingering you nice and good “oh, hear the sounds coming from here, somebody is whore for it, so good to be my cock sleeve in the future”
You moaned as those little remarks and comments only gave you more pleasure, his hand pushing you down as you tried to sat up. He was playing you like an instrument and you had no control over it.
His free hand travelled up from your chest, fingers wrapping around your neck as he edged your orgasm once more, your hips aimlessly rocking against his skilled fingers.
There was when he did it. His fingers squeezing your neck in the exact moment you reached your second orgasm that fast, the fear wasn’t present as all your body and brain could think about was the pleasure you were earning so easily that your body couldn’t catch up with it.
You parted your lips in a silent scream of pleasure as he got you wet and soaking once more.
“Do you think I don’t know what a mindless bitch you are? I bet you can only think about getting full of me now, can’t you?”
“Please” you let it out in the smallest and weakest whimper.
“What?”
“Fuck me”
“But I can’t, we don’t have a condom here”
“Fuck me” you repeated even more lost than before as your thighs trembled around him.
“Oh, looks like somebody is a broken record, or maybe that was your plan all along, mh? I have seen you play flirtatious with Volkov, testing the waters to see who can fuck you better, a little competition for getting the best one” he murmured as he moved over you after pulling off his shirt “Well, turns out you got the alpha here, and I will prove to you and to that Russian bastard how quickly I can get you full with my children”
He hissed and you parted your lips unable to find an answer, his smirk growing bigger at your loss of words as he pushed inside you immediately making you groaned in pleasure. His lips covering your parted one as his tongue caressed yours invitingly. Your legs kicking as you were too sensitive after two orgasms.
Once again, he didn’t wait, he begun thrusting inside you parting from the kiss to let his hands pull your dress over your head, a smirk playing over his lips as he saw you with no bra.
“It looks like it is up to me to give you a good use”
He growled moving over your chest, lips lacing to your nipple as he snapped his hips so fast you felt your mind go blank. He sucked over it and nibble on it, his desire being completely overwhelming for you to the point that his teeth sinking in your breast only felt good.
“You’re my bitch, is that clear?”
You weren’t able to answer to the question he pronounced against your chest, you weren’t able to answer, to say yes or no, to think of anything that wasn’t that deliciously large cock giving a new meaning to the word pleasure.
Your lips moaning his name like a song as he moved back slightly to lean your legs over his shoulders.
Like that he went even deeper, a sense of loss of thought taking over you as you approached a third orgasm.
Then he pulled out and you let out a cry similar to a cry of pain.
Your eyes darting up at him wondering if he wanted to change position or else.
He waited and stared at you.
“Ernst, why did you stop?”
You formulated that question with some difficulties.
“Earn it, answer my question”
You licked your lips as all you could think of was that hard cock in front of you and not even remember what he asked to you a moment ago.
“I am …a..”
“I asked if it is clear that you’re my bitch”
He helped you and you gulped nodding vehemently “I am”
“And what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, please I need it now, don’t leave me like this”
He leaned his head on side, he waited expectantly and you were like a confused pup not knowing were to go or what to do to get what you wanted.
You shifted position not without any trouble, your legs moving aside as you got onto your all fours.
You didn’t see him but from the tone of his voice you could imagine his smirk when he said “what a good bitch”
He impaled you once more as he went even harder on you, your arms not supporting you as dropped on the mattress, ass up held by him, his fingers onto your hip as one hand smacked your bum earning a loud moan from you.
“I will fuck you all night, I promise you I will get you have the first baby born in a spaceship and that baby will wear my last name”
You could have something to say about it, but you couldn’t remember even one reasonable way you could deny yourself all that pleasure.
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Kinkmas #13 - Masterbation - Ernst
You watched as Ernst stormed into your room, his face red with anger as the words were already leaving his lips about how pissed off he was with Volkov. He hadn’t even looked at you yet as he stormed around the room, running his hand through his hair in stress. He was on the edge of punching something, though he was trying to hold himself back as not to damage anything in your room.
“Have you ever heard of knocking, Ernst?”
Ernst finally turned to glance over at you for the first time since he entered the room and his eyes widened as he took in your position. You were sitting on your bed, legs spread and your fingers buried inside of you. Instantly Ernst was blushing again, and this time for a different reason. He tried to give you modesty and look away, but he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from your cunt.
“You interrupted me,” you tell him, your eyes not feeling him as you thought amusement curl in you, watching how flustered he had become.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone,” he muttered, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he finally pulled his eyes away from you and quickly strides towards the door.
“Don’t leave… just close the door,”
Ernst pauses and looks back at you, eyes wide. Realising you were serious, though, he quickly closed the door and then awkwardly stood by it. You chuckle with amusement at how awkward the man was, how he needed to be told everything. You start to move your fingers again inside of you, feeling your building climax again.
“Sit on the bed and get your cock out,” you bark at him, and he eagerly does so. He sits down on the end of your bed, facing you, and slowly unzips his work suit and pulls his semi-hard cock out.
“Stroke yourself,”
Nodding, his eyes focused on your fingers again, watching the way they twisted in and out of you as he spat on his hand and stroked himself to hardness. He started off slow but then picked up speed, twisting his palm and running his thumb over his tip to collect the pre-cum starting to drip, and used it as more lube as he rubbed himself. The sound of slapping filled the air as he worked himself faster, his breath staggering as he reached his limit as well.
You were moving your fingers faster now as well, matching his tempo, and you felt so close to your own climax, the heat curling in your stomach. However, Ernst’s face was redder as his glasses slipped down his nose from the sweat accumulating on him.
“I’m going to, I’m going to cum, soon y/n,” he could say, his breath hitching at the end.
“Not yet. You need to wait for me. It’s only fair,” you tell him, curling your fingers inside of yourself.
Ernst bit down on his bottom lip but tried to do as you asked, pressing down on his tip slightly and hissing as he delayed his oncoming climax. His eyes focus on your fingers again, willing you to be faster to bring yourself to your climax so that he can reach yours.
You grind your hips into your bed as you let out a few gasps, jabbing your fingers inside you a few more times till you finally let your head fall back as you come over them, your walls clutching down on your fingers as you let out a loud moan. Ernst could tell that you had come, and the man didn’t have any more willpower to hold back. Crying out your name loudly, the man’s eyes shut as his own back arched slightly and his cum shot out, going all over your bedsheets as he slowed down the movements of his hand, pulling out his climax as long as he could till he cock was too sensitive to touch anymore.
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