tell me that you love me
pairing(s): dark!ernst schmidt x reader
summary: Ernst corners you in the control room, but he's far from the Ernst that you know and love.
warnings: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI), noncon smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, dacryphilia, manipulation, misogyny, degradation, semi-public sex, creampie, thigh riding, orgasm denial (not the fun kind unfortunately), dark!ernst, doppelganger, ernst on ernst violence, serial killer!ernst, alternate universe - canon divergence, dead dove: do not eat
additional notes: this is part of a collection of drabbles, in which the reader is the lieutenant of cloverfield station. the works aren’t really connected in any other way, so feel free to read this alone if you like, or you can find the other works in the series in my masterlist.
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The man you love is locked behind glass.
“Should we be putting any stock in what Jensen says? There’s something off about her.”
“She was just pulled from inside the wall. She’s traumatized.”
“Okay. I’ll repeat- should we be putting any stock in what a traumatized stranger says?”
Your efforts to talk the Commander out of manhandling the team’s physicist into a sectioned off cubicle at the far end of the station had been fruitless, and now you hate your circumstances even more.
There’s something about reality turning on its head that makes one suddenly understand just how small they are, in the grand scheme of things. Beyond the station walls the vacuum of space extends on infinitely, dark and cold and entirely silent; not like it is within the station. Not like the screaming of metal as it tears itself apart. Not like Volkov’s body expelling a tank’s worth of live earthworms before checking out. And you didn’t even like the Russian asshole, but still, there are better ways to go than that.
You’re jumpy now, after however many hours of one bizarre accident after another making you question your standing within the space of reality. How long before wires shoot from the wall and tether you to the station forever? How long before another one of your team members- your friends- meets their end in some insane accident? How long until Ernst, the man you would trust with your heart and soul, dies at the hands of… what? Divine intervention? You don’t know anything about divinity, but you highly doubt that is what’s at play here.
Your hands shake as you try your damnedest to fix the schematics of the accelerator. With Ernst here it would be easier- this is his field of expertise, after all- but it seems that you’re on your own, with just what you know about physics and the general operation of the accelerator to guide you.
You do wish you had paid more attention the night that Ernst had kept you up, rattling off scientific jargon that you couldn’t possibly put a definition to if you tried. You had only barely been following what he was saying, gushing about the wonders of the accelerator and how it worked (or rather, was supposed to work), but you had been far too focused on his lips. How they moved, how lusciously pink they were, how you wanted to trace them with your tongue. And you had, after he’d trailed off, realizing that you’d been staring.
His warm hand slid underneath your camisole. His hot breath kissed your neck before his lips did. His glasses were knocked off and clattered to the floor as you rolled atop him, the light of an extremely bright Moon outside your cabin’s window casting a luminescent glow across his pale chest.
When did you start crying?
You lift your arm and roughly wipe your cheeks with your sleeve. The nylon doesn’t do much to absorb the liquid, but rather spreads it across your face in a thin layer, making your cheekbones damp all over and more prone to the cold air. Now is not the time for an emotional breakdown; now is the time to do your job and try to get the station back in working order.
The door to the control room hisses open behind you, and you try to steady your breathing and wipe your face once more before whoever it is catches you crying. However, you barely open your mouth to greet them before strong arms snake around your waist, and your back is being pressed up against a solid chest.
“Ernst?” you whisper, your breath stealing from your lungs as you whirl around in his grip. His glasses are gone, and he looks a bit out of sorts, but he’s otherwise in the same condition as he was the last you saw him- being thrown into a holding cell with a bruise forming on his cheekbone from where the Commander had landed a solid punch. You open your mouth to ask him how he’s here, how the Commander changed his mind and let him out, but Ernst silences you with a heated kiss, his searing tongue jutting out and laving once across your own before dragging up your cheek, making a whimper catch in your throat and heat suddenly gather below your belt. “What…?”
“Crying for me, Schatz?” Ernst’s velvet voice has gone coarse, his hand gliding up the line of your torso to palm your breast through the nylon of your coveralls. “I thought the Lieutenant wasn’t allowed to have feelings.”
“You know how I feel for you, Ernst.” You pull back to give him a petulant glare, but his eyes stop you in your tracks. They’re darker than they ought to be, and seem to see right through you, into your very soul.
His head tilts as he begins to back you across the room. “Do I? Seems like you only want anything to do with me when we’re alone.”
“You know why that is,” you reply, confused by his sudden shift in demeanor. “We’ve talked about this, we agreed, I’m not supposed to- we’re not supposed to be together.”
He gives you a humorless laugh. “Supposed to. What a lot of bullshit.” Your back hits the steel wall, shockingly cold through the layers of fabric between it and your skin. He leans close, and his low voice rumbles against your ear as he mutters, “I wasn’t supposed to fuck you, either. But I did. And I’m going to do it again, Schatz, am I not?”
Your knees shake, and you reach for him despite a voice in the back of your mind screaming at you not to. “Yes.”
The peak of his nose skirts across your cheek just before his mouth finds yours. His kiss is harsh and demanding as his hand works at the closure of your coveralls, the zipper peeling slowly open and the brush of his fingertips over the thin cotton of your camisole making it harder for you to stand straight. His knee slams roughly between your legs, jolting you up against the wall and pressing hard against your core, making a loud moan spill from your lips and echo around the empty room.
His hair spills across his forehead in waves that you’ve run your fingers through, more than once, but his brow is furrowed tempestuously, his dark eyes burning you with their intensity. “You want it here, don’t you, you little slut?”
He drives his thigh further against you, making you unconsciously buck forward against him. Your hands scramble up his chest, nails scratching against the nylon of his own suit as if they can hope to rip through the tough fabric. “Please, Ernst-”
“Please, Ernst,” he mimics you with a condescendingly whiny falsetto. Your face burns, every part of you trembling as his hand comes up to clamp around your jaw. “You want me so badly? Go on, show me. Make yourself come on my leg.”
You swallow hard against his hand, your saliva nearly sticking in your throat with the effort. Your eyelids flutter as you roll your hips forward, grinding yourself onto his leg. The pressure of his leg provides ample friction against your burning core, a small squeak sounding from between your lips when a particularly well aimed roll of your hips digs his taut thigh against your clit. Your hands shake as they clench around the collar of his coveralls, your grip weakening as you near your peak embarrassingly early.
“Oh, look at you, little thing,” he coos, but there’s no warmth in it. “So needy. No one else can get you off so quickly, can they?”
You shake your head just as his words tip you over the edge, your legs seizing up on either side of his, knees buckling entirely. He releases your jaw, allowing you to gasp a sharp intake of breath as his hand dips into your coveralls and beneath your underwear to find your still pulsing cunt. He hums in approval as he plunges his two fingers deep into you, making you cry out at how quickly he pumps within your wetness and then draws back almost coldly, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste the mess you’ve made for him.
“You know, I think you’ve been much too quiet for me, Lieutenant,” he says as he meets your eye, his cold, hard stare starting to make a chill creep up your spine. “I intend to rectify that.”
“Babe, what- oh.” He surprises you further by a feat of strength; he shoves your coveralls from your shoulders and, gathering you into his arms, he carries you across the room again and lays you across a control panel, your flimsy camisole the only thing keeping your spine from hitting the cool glass of the touch screen.
Your hands catch his face before he has a chance to pull away from you. “Baby, what’s going on? What happened?”
He stares blankly at you for a long moment, before he seems to recall that you asked him a question, and he blinks. “I’m right here. Like you wanted. Or was I wrong about you?”
“No,” you say quickly. “No, I- of course I want you, Ernst.” Your thumb caresses his cheek, a tender touch that you’ve given him many times, and each time is always the same; he melts, until his head rests within the hollow of your neck. But this time, he doesn’t. He stares. It makes you hesitate, only for a second, but finally, you make up your mind. “I always want you.”
He tilts his head at you as if he’s contemplating your words, and then he says, “Tell me that you love me.”
“Tell me that you love me,” he all but snarls, his hand coming up to your throat. “You’re supposed to love me. Can’t you do that?”
“Ernst, of course I love you,” you answer with a shortness of breath. “You know that I love you, you know-”
“And you would love any version of me?”
“Any-? Yes.” You run a shaking hand through Ernst’s hair, so soft between your fingers, like it always has been. “Yes, every part of you.”
He gives you a smile, but it doesn’t meet his eyes, and seems almost patronizing. “Oh, darling. I was so sure you would.”
He moves much more quickly than you normally like him to, but then again, you’re not normally doing this in a public area, where anyone could walk in and see. He yanks your coveralls down your legs until the ankles rip from being forced over the hard barrier of your boots.
“Eager, are we?” You snicker, and he meets you with a dark smirk.
“You have no idea.” He grins wickedly as he frees his cock and presses his hips up against yours, grinding his length through your wetness for an extended moment and making you whine loudly. Then, without warning, he slides into you, and his hiss is muffled by the noisy groan you make at being filled so swiftly.
He gasps, and when he seats his hips flush with yours, he gives a wondrous laugh that makes you writhe beneath him. “You fit me so well, Liebchen.”
A snappish retort is on the tip of your tongue, but gets cut off when he moves, his hips pulling back and surging forward again, driving his cock into you harder, and deeper. He sets a heavy pace, never slowing, never letting up in the brutality of his thrusts. His hand finds yours, squeezing it hard before pinning it onto the surface above your head. His eyes pierce yours, dark as the void beyond the station’s walls and twice as cold.
There was a time when you and Ernst had lain awake after fucking each other stupid- it had been something like this, actually, but not as public, when you had asked him to treat you rough- that you had discussed life after Cloverfield. You had discussed moving in together, a ring that didn’t necessarily mean marriage (but could if you wanted it to, at any point). It all sounded so good at the time, so possible.
But now, as his hips stutter, and he growls under his breath, you don’t know that to be true anymore. You don’t know that it was ever a possibility.
He fills you before you finish, and pulls out, leaving you empty and wanting. You feel his cum trickle from you, and for some reason, the feeling is nauseating. He releases your hand, but you capture his wrist before he can move away from you.
Staring into his eyes, you find no trace of the man you love. Somehow his face has changed, despite him looking exactly the same. You can tell the difference.
“You’re not my Ernst.” It’s like the realization hits you at the same time as you say it, though you don’t know how it took you this long to come to it. His glasses missing, his cold demeanor, his iron grip on you. His words. ‘You’re supposed to love me,’ like he had come from somewhere else with preset expectations that you needed to meet, or… “What have you done to my Ernst?”
He smiles, and wrenches his wrist out of your grip so that he can chuck you under the chin, feigning affection when you know deep down that he’s merely mocking you. His other hand touches a button on the control panel beside you, and out of the corner of your eye, you see a hologram spring to life on the window across the room.
Reluctantly, you turn your head, and the tears that had been forming in your eyes spill over. Below deck, in the cell you last saw him being shoved into, your Ernst lays dead on the floor, a gaping hole ripped in his chest like something had reached within and plucked his heart clean out. Above you, the… other Ernst laughs, bending down to once again catch your tear on his tongue.
“I am your Ernst now, Schatz. I’m the only one you’ve got.” He sighs, and you can sense the movement of him tucking himself back into his suit. “Imagine my surprise. A reality where I- where he- didn’t kill you. Where you really love me.”
“What?” You whip your head back toward him, wrenching your eyes away from the image of your dead lover.
The other Ernst rolls his eyes. “And so smart, too. What an upgrade.” He snatches your chin before you can bite back a retort, his eyes suddenly murderous. “Now, tell me, darling. Where can I find that bitch, Jensen?”
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idea for a rick/delphia + the squad - maybe they all go on a roadtrip together or to an amusement park idk i think that would be funny
You're right and you should say it anon 😂 I hope you like what I did with this! Based it off of a theme park in my state so shout out to anyone who recognizes it.
If I Go Universe - Splashin' Safari Headcanons
Summary: Rick and Dee surprise everyone with a day at the water park. Chaos was not the intention but it most definitely ends up being the outcome.
Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC / Squad Family & OFC (Delphia Holman)
Word Count: 858
Warnings: some thievery, fluff, found family shenanigans
if i go masterlist
A/N: So sorry it took me so long to get to this and that it ended up only being a headcanon list! Life's just been a lot lately but I hope the anon who requested still likes it!
Going to the water park was Harley’s idea
It takes some convincing to get Rick to agree to the whole thing, but then Harley dragged Dee into it and Rick was a gonner. He never had been very good at saying no to her.
So they go to the park! Yay!
But when they walk in the gates all the other park goers either run away screaming or just stare at them — because of course they brought Nanaue. They weren’t going to not bring Nanaue, you know?
So many people leave the park, in fact, that they practically end up being the only ones there. The wait times are mere minutes and everything is open and not overcrowded. Delphia kinda wishes she had a Nanaue when she went there as a kid so she got to ride everything.
Harley wants to be the map holder, but Rick quickly takes that away from her (is it because he has a control problem? Quite possibly. But this entire situation is putting him back into Colonel mode and honestly Dee is loving seeing it in action.)
Oh Sebastian gets snuck inside in someone's bag for sure
ANYWAY they ride a few of the thrill rides first before going to the water park
The wooden coaster makes Abner throw up
Dee’s got little Leo in the stroller so she’s not really riding anything, and neither is Nanaue because he won’t fit in the seats (Rick tries to trade off with her but she won’t let him, saying he deserves this bit of fun)
So while everyone else is waiting in line or riding something, Dee sits with Nanaue and Leo. Nanaue pointing out things as a silent way of asking what they are. Kinda like hanging out with a really big baby, but not in a demeaning way! Dee enjoys being with Nanaue and telling him what things are and how the world works! Kinda like practice for when Leo gets older.
But when they get to the water park after lunch Nanaue is straight GONE okay. He gets one glimpse of the wave pool and he is running in head first and not leaving until the end of the day. IT REMINDS HIM OF THE OCEAN MY HEART
Rick and Dee hang out at the kiddy pool with Leo, and this is the most precious thing to think about.
Rick holding him and going under the little mushroom water fall thing over and over cause its making Leo laugh. Little Leo splashing around while he sits in the most shallow part, little bucket hat on his head and tiny little american flag swim trunks on I CANNOT
Sorry. Anway. DuBois just tries to sit everything out cause, and I quote “this shit’s for kids”
But Harley and Cleo drag him around the entire day, several times convincing him to ride a ride because “Eleanor would think it was cool”. Man’s got it bad.
Throughout the day, Harley collects a bag full of lost items she found throughout the park. One of a pair of shoes, hair ties, sunglasses, swimming trunks and bikini bottoms. Most of these items are definitely not things that people left sitting out for five minutes and at that point she claimed it to be lost. Definitely not.
Cleo likes the lazy river best, she goes around the loop nearly three times before Harley is dumping her out of her tube and forcing her to go on something else. She loves getting sprayed by the water and sneaking past the lifeguards to switch tubes.
They all get together though when Leo starts exploring the splash pad. Running through all the jets of water, encouraging him to do his little baby waddle over to them. Leo definitely gets absolutely blasted in the face one time and all seven of them are running over when he starts crying.
I feel like Nanaue is the one who ends up scooping him up and everyone just freezes, unsure what to do because of course Dee and Rick are scared! The shark has a history of eating people and he’s holding their freaking baby!
They expect Leo to scream and cry but he actually calms down being held in the palm of Nanaue’s hand, slaps at his big face and laughs. Nanaue calls him friend and sets him back down on the splash pad. Dee and Rick both let out huge breaths they were holding
And when it’s time to go home, they have to literally drag Nanaue from the wave pool, all of them working together as a team to do it (except Dee of course she hangs back with Leo who is dead asleep in his stroller, a big day for such a little guy)
Everyone falls asleep in the van, Dee volunteers to drive since she didn’t do as much as everyone else
Rick tries to stay awake in the front seat with her, his chin literally smacking against his chest every few minutes. But eventually he just can’t fight it anymore and falls asleep.
They all wake up when she stops for late night McDonalds though. The moochers.
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