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Dutch - Predator
"HArU beat tHe FeRaL PredAtOr f0R tHE sCrIpT YeS, sTOp TaLkiNG NoNsEnSe"
They thinking they won the argument, they never watched Prey properly and most who complains about Haru "Won Feral for script" and keep glorifying Dutch shows that are all men misogynists cry babies with the fragile male.
Call Me Dutch. (Part 2/2)
Alan "Dutch" Schaefer (Predator) x reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing, gun use.
Context: Things get hot ;)
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Silence haunts us, as it has done since we left the cave this morning, neither of us saying more than a few necessary words to each other the entire time. Tension has quickly settled, an unspoken need between us developing very quickly as we make our way through the humid jungle, quick glances being thrown at each other every now and then. Neither of us is entirely focused, the lust from this morning having stayed with us all day, much to our displeasure, with the only satisfaction from this being each other, though we are both too hesitant to admit that.
A cool layer of sweat has formed on my hands, the shotgun I'm carrying slipping in my grasp slightly. Adjusting my grip, I curse as a loose round suddenly falls from the bandolier around my chest, dropping into the mulch at my feet soundlessly. Without a second thought, I bend to pick it up, forgetting that Dutch is behind me, and now has a perfect view of my ass, grabbing the shell and reinserting it into the correct holder, carrying on with the walk. In doing so, I just miss the sharp intake of breath from the man behind me, his pupils darkening considerably. In the dimming afternoon light, however, it is not quite so noticeable.
"Where shall we make camp tonight?" I ask, suddenly, looking back at him over my shoulder.
"Use the next clearing we come to." Dutch growls back, adjusting himself again as he feels his body starting to react to my behaviour.
"Roger that." I respond, turning back around and continuing on.
This routine of walking during the day and camping at night has been a habit of three days now, the fourth night only a few hours off, the mission this time a little more exhausting than usual. When we were first dropped in, we were given a general idea of where we might find the hostages we've been tasked to retrieve, but the one problem was that each of the people we needed to rescue had been kept in a different place. Of course, this meant that we'd need to cover a lot more ground, so we split up into smaller groups, Dutch picking them for us to avoid any conflicts, planning to meet up again at a certain point after six days. Knowing Dutch's general success and experience, we agreed with this and split up, each going separate directions. To my surprise, our leader had picked me to go with him, over some of the stronger characters of the group.
"This will do." The veteran suddenly speaks up, gesturing to the clearing we've stepped into.
"Ok." I agree, stopping and dropping my heavy bags onto the floor, as well as the bandolier around my chest, instantly bending to grab some materials to make camp. In doing so, I yet again miss the tense stare on Dutch's face as he watches me straighten and go to make a fire, eyes lingering on my ass as I accidentally wave it in his direction.
It takes me a few minutes, but eventually I have a small fire going, at which point I grab some rope and my knife, before walking to the perimeter of the clearing. Once I've gone a little way out, I get to work setting traps, hiding a good few around the circumference of the camp which are well-concealed, some aimed at catching animals, others at approaching enemies, the whole process taking up twenty minutes at least.
Having done that, I head back to the clearing, stretching slightly as my muscles start to cramp, only to suddenly find myself pinned to a nearby tree, a hand wrapped loosely around my neck. Eyes wide, I grab at the hand until my wrist is taken and pinned behind me with my other, a hard, muscular body pressing against me to stop me moving. Making eye contact with my attacker, I blink a few times as I see who it is.
"M-major? What- what are you doing?" I stutter out, trying to ignore the lust that has come to life within me, this proximity fueling my previous need for him.
"You've been teasing me all day, (Y/n)." The man growls into my ear, his deep voice sending bolts of desire straight through me, a shiver running down my spine.
"What do you m-mean?" I try not to whimper as he suddenly pushes himself closer to me.
"Walking around with your ass in front of me all day, bending over so that I get a good look at what I can't have? Is that what you were doing?" He challenges, staring me down, "Well, I'm gonna take what I want, and show you exactly what I can and can't have."
Without another word, he crashes his lips into mine, kissing me hard as his tongue instantly dips into my open mouth, exploring every part it can reach, swallowing the noises escaping me. The hand around my throat tightens minutely and he lifts my head up slightly to allow for easier access, the hand pinning my wrists releasing me so that he can grab my hip, pulling me into him. Immediately, I move my hands to wrap around his neck, pulling lightly at the strands of hair there, arching my body into his. Dutch lets out a pleased growl at this, the sound resonating through me as I smooth my palms over the muscles of his shoulders, feeling them over through the loose fabric of his shirt.
Breaking away from the kiss, Dutch starts nibbling along my jaw, licking a stripe up to my ear, the action drawing a whine of pleasure from me, a low chuckle accompanying his roaming mouth as it goes lower. Gasps tear from my throat as he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin, his tongue flicking against my pulse point every now and then, the veteran sucking and biting marks onto the heated expanse. At my hip, his hand begins to pull at my shirt, untucking it from my trousers and flattening his palm on my back, pressing me closer into his muscular body, using the new hold on me to grind his hips into mine. His erection is incredibly evident through his trousers, each movement of his making it even more obvious to me.
A surprised gasp erupts from me as he suddenly grabs my ass, his large hand kneading the soft flesh gently as his other comes down to do the same.
"Jump." He commands in my ear, his accent much more pronounced now, the tone sending a bolt of need through me again.
Obediently, I do so, wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands move to my thighs, his grip tight now that he can press closer to my core, his hips rocking into me faster. Small grunts leave him, even as louder sounds escape me, the new position adding a lot more friction to where I need him most, the veteran pulling me ever closer as his lips move to my exposed collarbone, biting down gently so that he can leave a mark.
"Ah...Major…" I moan out, tilting my head back to give him more access.
A strangled groan breaks past his teeth and he suddenly pulls me away from the tree, manhandling me onto the floor, where he pins my wrists down with one hand again. Squeaking in surprise, I jerk my hips up as his fingers suddenly brush over my clothed core, Dutch swallowing my moans with another wet kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth once more. Arching my back, I try to break free from his grip, only to feel his hand tighten around my wrists, the fingers at my core rubbing over me more insistently as pleasure starts to build in my lower abdomen. Briefly, he removes his hand, a whine of disappointment threatening to escape me until I feel his fingers nimbly undoing my trousers, pulling them down enough so that he can dip the digits into my panties. A high-pitched moan tears itself from me at the much-needed contact, the callused fingers rubbing over my clit lightly, my hips bucking up into the touch.
"You're so wet for me, (Y/n). How long have you wanted this, hm? How long have you fantasized about me?" Dutch purrs into my ear, relishing in the shiver that runs down my spine, his words making me whimper in pleasure.
He punctuates each word with a more insistent stroke of his fingers, each movement illiciting a moan from me as my pussy throbs in need, my legs closing around his hand.
"Ah, ah, keep those open for me." He commands again, smirking as he pulls his hand away from me to move my legs apart again. Mewling from the loss, I stare up at him, pleadingly, bucking my hips up to entice him. In response, he chuckles and releases my wrists, smoothing his hands down my body as he moves to lie between my legs, removing my trousers and panties swiftly, palms pressed to my thighs.
"I want nothing more than to strip you down completely and kiss every inch of your body, but I can't have you running around the jungle naked, so this will have to do." Dutch groans into the skin of my bare thighs, kissing his way up to where I need him most.
As his lips make contact with me, I release a long, strangled moan, my hands flying to his hair as he kisses my clit, licking it a few times before sucking it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud ever so gently. He flattens his tongue against me, dragging it in an upwards movement against my most sensitive parts, his fingers moving to circle my opening, collecting my slick on each digit. Maintaining eye contact, Dutch slowly pushes one finger into me, rubbing against my walls as moans and whimpers of pure pleasure escape my throat, my head falling back onto the hard ground beneath as he starts to move his hand in tandem with his tongue. Bucking my hips into his touch, I whine loudly as he stops his movements briefly.
"Look at me, (Y/n)." He growls into my clit, the vibrations dragging yet more sounds from me as I shakily lift my head to look at him again, "Good girl."
I whimper at the praise, fighting to keep my eyes open as he slips his finger back into my pussy, adding another into the fray as he thrusts his hand again, clearly enjoying the sounds he's drawing from me. The veteran scissors his fingers suddenly, my body jerking from the sensation, a cry of pleasure falling from my lips, the sound petering off into needy whines as he curls them into me, rubbing at my walls, his tongue moving much faster now. A fire has long since built in my abdomen, but now I can feel it building, the pleasure soon becoming too much.
"I'm… ah...close, Major." I manage to say, biting my lip tightly.
"Good." He hums into me, speeding up his movements as my sounds become more and more desperate, "Cum for me, (Y/n)."
Dutch's words, combined with his husky voice and the vibrations it causes on my clit, trigger something inside me, and I feel my orgasm tear through me, a long moan being drawn past my teeth as I throw my head back and rock my hips into his face without abandon. White-hot pleasure floods my veins, my hands gripping his hair tightly, pulling him into me as he continues to lick at me, cleaning me as much as he can, a low chuckle leaving him at the blissed-out state I'm in.
"Look at you. So beautiful, so hot." He smirks, moving back up to kiss at my neck.
Still reeling, I barely hear as a breathy sigh escapes me in response, my body already heating up again from his ministrations, his hips rocking down onto mine, his bulge pressing against me.
"Can you keep going, Schatz, or do you want me to stop?" Dutch questions me, pulling back to look me in the eye, halting all of his movements.
Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his muscular neck and play slightly with the hairs at the base of his neck, heat pooling in my core again from the dark gaze he has trained on me, his lip pulling between his teeth as he tries not to grind down on me.
"I can keep going, Major. Please keep going." I plead, squeaking as his lips crash into mine again, his hips bucking into mine insistently.
His hands move to my ass again, grasping it and using the grip to help me move with him, the veteran letting out a guttural groan as he pulls away from the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes squeezed shut. Breathing heavily, I allow one of my hands to run down his muscular chest to his crotch, where I hesitantly let my fingers brush over the bulging tent in his trousers. Instantly, he moans and rocks into my touch, his grip on me tightening as I start palming him, dragging the heel of my hand over him as I enjoy the pleasurable sounds that escape the usually stoic man above me. Dutch growls and presses harder against me, kissing at my neck once again as he basks in the pleasure I'm supplying to him, his own hand coming around to grab my wrist briefly, halting my movements.
I look at him in surprise, only to understand the reason for this action when he starts undoing his flies, hastily yanking his trousers and briefs down to reveal his member to me. My eyes widen at the sight of the length and girth of it, the tip of his cock already leaking precum out onto the reddened skin, the thick vein on its underside incredibly prominent in its current state. As he leans back, I feel a soft moan of anticipation leave me, need and desire flooding me with more ferocity as I watch him drag a hand up and down the length, the major sitting back on his heels to look me over. His eyes are dark, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, the lust in his body almost palpable in the air around him. Dutch keeps one hand on my hip, gently caressing the skin as he prepares himself to push into me, situating himself comfortable between my legs before speaking one last time.
"You're sure about this, (Y/n)?" The veteran groans out, making eye contact with me.
Needily, I jerk my hips towards him, moaning out a series of agreements and pleas, craving the feeling of his cock inside me after so long of fantasizing about it. Tensing his muscles, Dutch takes his dick in hand and aims it at my throbbing hole, the blunt tip nudging against my clit accidentally as he does so, drawing a strangled sound from me. Biting his lip, he then slowly pushes in, stretching my pussy out carefully as he tries not to thrust into me immediately, groans and grunts falling from behind his teeth, animalistic sounds of pure pleasure and desire escaping me with each movement. Whining, I throw my head back onto the ground behind me, my hands scratching at the mulch as I scramble to find something to hold onto, the feeling of his thick cock sliding into me throwing me even further into the pool of lust I've long since succumbed to.
"Fuck...you're so tight...feel so good…" Dutch moans out, leaning his own head back as I inadvertently tighten around him from his lurid words.
Moving his hands to my waist, he continues to push into me until he's bottomed out, nerves inside me that have never been touched before screaming in pleasure from the contact, my breathing heavy and uneven. He stays still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to him before he slowly pulls out of me until just his tip is left inside me, his hips suddenly snapping back into me with force. The power behind the thrust pushes me backwards slightly, a yelp erupting from my throat, similar noises escaping me as he repeats this action again, his hands roaming down to my ass again, which he grasps tightly and lifts to meet each thrust. Lifting my hips with each thrust, I try to grind back onto him, but he only growls and tightens his grip on me, fucking into me harder, each stroke brushing against sensitive nerves inside me.
"Ah...Major! So good...more, please!" I moan out, reaching down to play with my clit.
"You want...more? I can give you more." He growls, batting my hand away and thrusting into me much faster.
This new rhythm is much quicker, each stroke of his cock inside me causing his pelvic bone to connect with my clit, my voice raising now at the sudden increase of pleasure. Moaning brokenly, I arch my chest up into him, in the hopes that he will press his body against me. My wish is not granted, though he does decide a change in position is necessary.
Grabbing my thighs, Dutch pushes my knees up to my chest, slowing his thrusts enough so that he's going much deeper, darkened eyes straying down to watch his cock burying itself inside my hot pussy. A broken scream tears itself from my throat as he suddenly hits a certain spot, somewhere inside me, that had never been hit before, his gaze snapping back up to me curiously.
"Right there, hm? You like that? You like the feel of my cock stretching you out, hitting all of those little sensitive spots, hm? I never knew you were so dirty." He purrs to me, his final degrading words somehow only serving to turn me on more, the insinuation behind them making me rock my hips up into him again. Pounding into that spot, he relishes in the shrieks and whines of total ecstasy that accompany every thrust, my climax quickly building again.
"I'm close, Major, so close…" I force out, closing my eyes at the fast-approaching orgasm.
"Me too, (Y/n), me too." He groans out, releasing my legs and leaning over my body, kissing me roughly on the lips as his thrusts become more and more erratic.
Kissing back, I allow him to swallow my needy noises as he sticks his tongue into my mouth again, only for him to pull away and kiss down my neck again. Licking over his previous marks, Dutch groans gutturally once more, before speaking to me.
"Cum for me, (Y/n)." He commands, his deep voice resounding in my ears as he bites down on my neck once more. This, combined with another particularly hard thrust, finally tips me over the edge and I orgasm, screaming in ecstasy at the sensation. Moaning, Dutch rocks his hips a few more times and pulls out, releasing onto my thighs and lower abdomen with a strangled growl.
With a pleased sigh, he collapses onto me, only just catching his weight on his forearms as his head falls into the crook of my neck, his heavy breaths fanning hotly over my heated skin. Rolling off of me, he presses a kiss to my cheek, before standing and going to our bags a little way away, grabbing a cloth and returning to me, using said cloth to wipe my thighs and stomach clean of his semen, carefully going between my legs as I lay there and watch, already missing his embrace. Cleaning off his dick, Dutch pulls on his trousers and briefs again, leaning down to help me into my own, scooping me into his arms and going to one of the sleeping mats we've laid out by the fire. Laying me back down, he goes to lie on his own, only to be stopped by my hand on his leg, silently pleading with him to stay with me.
Surprised, he obliges, settling down beside me as I curl into his muscular frame, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around my smaller body. Resting my head on his chest, I smile up at him as he pulls a thin blanket over us, his grip tightening around me comfortingly.
"That was amazing, (Y/n). I'm sorry for jumping you, but you've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He admits, brushing some hair from my forehead.
"Probably not half as long as I've spent wishing you would jump me." I chuckle in response, glad that the darkness that has descended on us conceals the blush dusting my cheeks.
"Really?" Dutch sounds surprised, as if he wasn't expecting me to be happy with what just happened.
"Yeah, I've had feelings for you for the longest time." I confess shyly, hiding my face in his chest.
"Why didn't you say something? I feel the same way!"
"You do?" I lift my head to look at him, squeaking when he suddenly pulls me in for a passionate kiss, his lips smoothing over mine lovingly.
"Of course I do, (Y/n)." He clarifies as he pulls away again, relaxing back onto the mat.
"You don't know how happy that makes me!"
"You'll just have to show me." He teases, lightly tapping my ass, "And just for the record, call me Dutch."
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Dutch, Poncho, Billy (c) Predator ( 1987)
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Hi! I was wondering if you could write more for Dutch from Predator? Lol it's me btw! I was wondering if it could be a hate to love relationship, where Dutch, being the hardass he is, can't live down his pride, and the reader (preferably female), is a strong independent woman who is actually Poncho's little sister, learning from the best. To add on, can the reader be short as Arnie is so tall, and because I am only 5'2" irl?
I kind of combined this with the enemies-to-lovers prompt request, I hope that's ok! I hope you like this!😊💛
Old Habits Die Hard.
Alan "Dutch" Schaefer (Predator 1987) x reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing, mention of violence, alcohol consumption
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"This round's on me, what does everyone want?" Mac announces as we go to sit down at the table, the mercenary remaining standing.
"A beer sounds good." Poncho says, looking at the rest of us.
We give words of agreement, taking our respective places at the table as Mac goes to leave the room and go to the bar.
"Don't forget a soda, I don't think they sell alcohol to underage people here." Dutch chips in, flashing a pointed look in my direction.
"Very funny." I roll my eyes, forcing a smile as the others chuckle, "A beer is fine, Mac. Thanks."
He nods, ducking from the room we rented out for the evening, leaving the five of us alone.
"So what's all this about, Dutch? Got us another job?" Blain questions, the gruff man leaning back in his chair, jaw working languidly at the gunk in his mouth.
"Yeah, but this one's a bit different." The major replies, taking a cigar from his pocket and lighting it.
"Different? How?" Hawkins frowns, cokcing his head to the side.
Dutch takes a deep breath of smoke from the cigar, sitting back in his seat.
"An old friend from the army got in touch. Says he needs us for a rescue op."
"Friend from the army? Who?" I inquire, lifting an eyebrow.
"Old commander of mine." Dutch replies dismissively, barely sparing me a glance.
"Ok, where is the job?" Poncho asks, my brother shooting me a knowing look, his eyes flicking up as Mac walks in again, seven beers cradled in his arms.
"What job?" He asks as he places the bottles down on the table, looking round at us all.
"Dutch got us another op." Blain grunts, reaching out to take his beer, spitting the contents of his mouth out into the ashtray on the table. Hawkins, Poncho and I pull faces at that, but don't say anything.
"Another one? We only just got back!" Mac exclaims, taking a seat across from Hawkins, taking a sip from his beer.
"Perks of the job." Dutch shrugs, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Will you at least tell us what it is?" I can't keep the impatience from my voice, finding his vagueness irritating.
"I'm getting to it, (Y/n), calm down." He rolls his eyes, "It's in central America, somewhere in the jungle. Phillips was cagey about where exactly, but he said it's got something to do with guerrillas and hostages. We're supposed to get the hostages out of there."
"Sounds simple enough." Billy muses, rubbing his chin.
"When is it?" Poncho chips in, watching the major closely.
Dutch is quiet for a minute, his eyes flicking over us all, before he finally responds.
"It's tomorrow."
I nearly choke on my beer, spluttering as I sit upright in my chair.
"Tomorrow? Are you insane?!" I burst out, annoyed, "We got back from Afghanistan at the ass-crack of dawn today, and you want us to fly off to the jungle at the same time tomorrow? You trying to kill us or what?"
The others nod in agreement, murmuring their own complaints, only to shut up when Dutch turns a venomous glare on me.
"You know, if you spent half the energy you do on complaining on growing, you wouldn't look like a damn child anymore, (Y/n). Would make taking jobs a lot easier - means I don't have to explain why we've only got six and half mercs with us." He snaps, voice laced with anger, "I'm not insane, just practical. We all need more money, and the work is low at the moment. You'd know that if you weren't off lounging at home all day, letting us do the hard planning and prep work."
Silence descends on us all, my jaw dropping at the vehemence behind his words. No one speaks, letting the two of us stare at each other in hatred, my expression swiftly creasing into fury, every muscle in my body going tense.
Another moment passes, before I suddenly stand from the table, slamming my bottle on the table as I stalk past, heading straight out the door. Poncho tries to stop me, calling out to me, but I ignore him, practically seething as I leave the bar and stride to the car my brother and I came in. Unlocking it, I climb in and slam the door, buckling myself into the driver's seat as I throw the car into drive, pulling out onto the road.
Furious, I drive way over the speed limit, weaving in and out of the traffic with no regard for my own safety as I careen down the highway. Screeching horns and tyres follow me as I go, but I ignore them, focusing instead on getting home, filled with anger now as Dutch's words play over and over in my head.
It doesn't take long for me to pull up in the drive of my house, the car skidding on the loose gravel as I harshly jerk the handbrake into place, unbuckling myself before I climb out, making my way over to the door. Opening it, I go in and head straight to the bathroom, intending to take a shower to cool me down, knowing I need to calm down. I strip down quickly, quickly getting under the cold water with my fists clenched at my sides for a while, until I start to massage myself with my fingers, working out the knots in my muscles. It's pleasant, but I can still feel the anger burning in my system, so I swiftly leave again, wrapping myself in a towel.
As I leave the bathroom, I hear a car pull up in the drive, the tyres crunching loudly on the gravel, announcing the newcomer's arrival. I dismiss it, chalking it up to it being Poncho, come to check up on me as the door downstairs opens, then closes, footsteps sounding in the hall as the person checks for me. The sounds are heavier than I thought they would be, and the identity of the person soon dawns on me.
Immediately, I feel the anger start racing through me again, my face creasing into a scowl until I force myself to calm down, at which point I turn and storm up to my bedroom. Going in, I start to rummage through my wardrobe, looking for some new clothes, trying to bite back the irritation rising in me as I hear the footsteps getting closer, the heavy boots not even halting as they reach the door. Within seconds, the wooden structure has been flung open, an angry mercenary standing in the space behind it.
"Ever learn to knock?" I snap at him as soon as I turn around, glaring at Dutch as he looms in the doorway, "Nevermind, you never learned manners period."
"Says the person who just stormed out of a bar." He scoffs, sneering at me as he steps into the room, "Talk about table manners."
"And whose fault is it I stormed out in the first place?" I glower at him, holding my towel in place as he continues forward, the glint in his eyes sparking a blazing heat inside me.
"Oh, so now it's my fault you can't take a joke?" Dutch jabs his finger at his chest before pointing it at me, brow furrowed in anger.
"You have a pretty poor idea of a joke, asshole." I spit back, lifting my finger up in his face as we step closer together, less than a foot away from each other now.
"You're the only one who thinks so, short-ass." He glares down at me, making me all too aware of how he towers over me.
Swallowing tightly, I shift uncomfortably.
"Sure about that? I can't be the only one who thinks your height jokes are getting old." I reply venomously, jabbing my finger at his chest.
He laughs humorlessly.
"Oh, but we both remember a time when you used to love playing into your shortness." His voice drops an octave, eyes boring into me, "I had you on your knees more than once with only standing over you. Remember?"
A flare of lust goes through me at the reminder, flashes of him looming over me as he pounded his cock harder and harder into my waiting mouth coming, unbidden, to mind. I'd always liked the sight of his muscular body above mine, as well as the feelings of his large hands wrapped around me, even if it was simply to hold my head still whilst he fucked it.
"That was months ago." I hiss back at him, barely able to look up at him - if I do, it'll be too much like the memories in my head and I'll give in to the urges of my body. Already I can feel arousal pooling in my panties, my cheeks flushing as I realise this.
"Old habits die hard." Dutch growls, before swiftly reaching out to tear the towel away, exposing me to him. Before I can protest, however, he's taken hold of me and lifted me against the wall, pinning me roughly in place with his body, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. His lips crash into mine, a mess of teeth and tongues ensuing as we kiss like we used to, wet sounds filling the air as we press closer and closer together. Soft sounds of need escape me, but they're swallowed by the ravenous major above me, who licks and nips at my lips, a few grunts leaving him as he does so.
Moving to pull him closer, I moan loudly as Dutch jerks his hips into mine, using them to hold me in place, his arousal pressing at my clit through his trousers. I have to bite back whines at the feeling of the rough fabric against my unprotected clit, my slick soon covering the crotch of his jeans as he rolls his hips into me. One of his hands moves to palm roughly at my breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between two calloused fingers, his other hand grasping my ass, which he squeezes tightly. Whimpering into his mouth, I take my nails down his back, grinding my sensitive clit down onto him, enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from the stimulation.
Months and months of pent up lust pour through the kiss, only breaking as Dutch pulls back to yank his shirt off, revealing his muscular yet scarred torso to me. Instantly, I go to lick and kiss at the toned muscles, only to yelp indignantly as he takes hold of my hair and jerks my head back, growling as he fastens our lips together again. He presses closer, crushing me against the wall with his huge body, grinding his arousal into me with vigour, only to suddenly pull away, keeping me in his arms. In seconds, Dutch has thrown me on the bed, standing at the end with his hands on his belt.
Biting my lip, I eagerly move to help him, but he pushes me back down roughly, wasting no time in pulling his trousers and underwear down, revealing his leaking cock to the air. I moan at the familiar sight of it, eyeing up the veined length keenly, following it from the base to the reddened tip, watching as precum beads there.
Dutch doesn't give me long to admire him, climbing over me and pressing himself against me as soon as he's exposed, his lips moving to my neck. He leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake, biting at sensitive points as he goes, licking over them briefly each time to soothe them, every movement extracting a needy whine from me. One of his hands moves down to his cock, which he takes hold of and runs through my slick folds, coating the tip generously as he supplies pleasure to me. With every pass over my clit, I moan and rock up into him, clutching at his back.
"Fuck me, Dutch. Show me how much bigger you are." I moan out, wrapping my legs around his waist.
As he hears my words, however, Dutch growls, leaning back, making my legs fall from where they were. I whine at the lack of contact until he rolls me onto my front, grabbing hold of my ass to knead and grope.
"I'll show you alright." He practically snarls in my ear as he bends back over me, moulding his huge body to my smaller frame, hands jerking my ass into his hips. He grinds himself into me for a moment, building my pleasure further as he bites at the back of my neck, sending bolts of electricity through me, which I respond to by rocking back onto him.
With a final grunt, Dutch lines himself up with my hole, surging forwards into me in one stroke, stretching me out as he goes. A half-scream leaves my throat as I feel his cock slide over every sensitive spot inside me, my walls clenching deliciously around him, every vein rubbing against me. He gives me no time to adjust, pulling out entirely before slamming back into me, setting a hard, fast pace that has me seeing stars in no time. Ecstasy races through me, a knot tightening swiftly in my abdomen at the feeling of his thick cock pounding into me.
Dutch straightens after a moment, taking my hip in one hand whilst he presses my face into the bed with the other, using me as leverage to shove his cock as far into me as he can go, grunting and groaning behind me in pleasure and need. Under his grip, I feel totally immobile, but the thought of him using me to work out his anger sends me reeling, my walls clenching tightly around him, tearing a moan from his lips. His name falls from my own, almost like a mantra as he slams into me, sending bolts of pleasure through me, bringing me closer and closer to what I really want.
"So close, Dutch...keep going, oh fuck, you're so good…" I moan out, my words muffled slightly by the bed, though they are audible enough for him.
A whine of displeasure echoes from my chest as he suddenly pulls out, my pussy throbbing at the loss. He doesn't wait long, though, rolling me back onto my back before he hikes my legs up onto his shoulders, thrusting roughly back into me. With the new angle, whole other waves of pleasure ripple through me, his cock hitting the very spot that brings me crashing towards an orgasm. The sound of skin slapping together fills the room, along with obscenely wet noises and moans from the two of us, both too caught up in the moment to care about what comes after.
"You're getting tighter, (Y/n)...gonna cum for me, are you?" Dutch groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as my pleasure rapidly builds, "Come on, (Y/n), cum for me!"
With a final scream of ecstasy, the tension inside me snaps and I cum, hard, my walls clenching like a vice around him. White light blinds me, everything disappearing around me as the pleasure floods through me in a great torrent, rendering me incapable of moving momentarily.
Vaguely, I feel Dutch pound into me a few more times before he pulls out and cums over my stomach, letting out a roar of satisfaction at the sensation, his hand wrapped around himself, jerking his cock desperately. Breathing heavily, he milks himself dry before he slumps over me, smearing the sticky substance between us, the two of us left breathless in the throes of our pleasure.
"Still as good as I remember." He hums, rolling off of me to lie beside me.
"Could say the same thing." I sigh, trailing a finger through his cooling cum, grimacing at the sight of it.
Groaning, I heave myself up, taking the towel up from the floor.
"Where are you going?" Dutch asks, still lounging on the bed.
"Shower. You should, too." I inform him, moving to leave, only to stop still as the door swings open.
"(Y/n)? Who are you- oh." Poncho blushes a deep red, grimacing as he swiftly ducks back out of the room.
"Oh shit…" I groan, putting my head in my hands, unable to bite back a small smile.
With just grins, leaning back on his hands.
"Oops."
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Call Me Dutch. (Part 1/2)
Alan "Dutch" Schaefer (Predator) x reader
Warnings: NSFW (ish), swearing, mention of violence, mention of gun usage
Context: The reader and Dutch are holed up in a cave somewhere, and the major is a little bit handsy in his sleep.
A/n: this has been on my ao3 account for ages, so I thought I'd upload it here whilst I have no time to write anything new 😅
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As I finally wake up after a dreamless, tense sleep, I notice one thing about my new position: there's arms around me.
My eyes crack open tentatively, my body going taut as I register the large hands flattened against my abdomen, the hugely muscular arms holding me loosely against a similarly built chest. Hot, heavy breaths fan out across my neck, goosebumps forming on my chilled skin from the somehow intimate heat of them, the lips that are mere inches from touching the same area brushing against me every now and then as my own shoulders rise and fall. A quick glance at the thick wrist at my stomach tells me exactly who is holding me like this - my current companion and superior, Dutch Schaefer.
I frown at this, my previous experiences with him having been far from affectionate, despite our decent friendship, his nature tending to lean more to the callous, rough side, rather than the sweet, caring side. The dynamics of our relationship are sparse, based mostly on the playful insults and sometimes rough messing about, the taller man having taken it upon himself to teach me how to behave more like my male compatriots and therefore fit in better with the others in the group, despite my constant reminding him that I don't need the help. The most physical contact we have is generally if he claps me on the back after a particularly successful mission, though he has always been incredibly protective of me, as if he needs to keep me safe, even though our profession means I'm almost never completely out of danger.
This new behaviour, however, is not entirely unwelcome, as a slightly unfortunate side effect of our friendship has led to me developing a crush on him, which now borders on having feelings for him. Many times, I've dreamt of having him wrap himself around me like this, but I never thought it would actually happen; I've always been certain that he would never have eyes for me.
Still uncertain, I try to relax again, enjoying the feeling of his muscular arms around me, the sensation of being held within that circle of personal space reassuring and comforting. His natural warmth radiates off of him, the musty smell that clouds him strong in my nostrils as I go to close my eyes again, choosing to try and get more sleep before we have to brave another long day of trudging through thick jungle, trying not to think too much about the full scale of this mission. Unconsciously, his grip around me tightens, and I'm pulled further into his embrace, my back now pressed firmly against his chest, his legs resting just below mine. A blush rises to my cheeks as I realise exactly what position my ass is now in, and just exactly how this has affected the hardened veteran.
Low noises start to escape his throat as his hips suddenly jerk into mine, his bulge now very evident against my ass as he grinds himself into me, his breathing becoming heavier. Unexpected heat rushes to my core, but I ignore it, attempting to wriggle out of his hold so that he doesn't do anything he might regret, only for his hands to move and hold me tighter. They run up and down my body, each one going in different directions as his right hand comes to rest on my breast, and the other just over my crotch, his fingers brushing against the cloth over my core. Squeaking quietly, I feel my cheeks heat up, my hips fighting not to move into his hand, the sensation of his erection grinding against my ass starting to drive me over the edge.
Dutch's lips make contact with the back of my neck, the sleeping man mumbling something into my skin, a gasp escaping my lips as they move over the sensitive area, his hands closing down on my body. This time, I can't help the noise of pleasure that falls from my lips, my body jerking inadvertently into his grip as his fingers start to massage my core gently, the other hand squeezing my breast firmly. Behind me, the veteran tries to move closer to me, only for him to push me onto my front so that he is now laying half on-top of me, his weight on my back nearly crushing my smaller frame. In this new position, he has more leverage, and so moves his body much faster, his hips rocking much more erratically from the new stimulation. Desire pools at my core, my arms struggling to keep my body up as I fight to get out of this pleasurable embrace, knowing that he will hate himself if he finds out what he's doing now.
"...(Y/n)...so...good...ah...yes…" Grunts of pleasure leave Dutch, the words finally intelligible as a shot of disbelief goes through me; he's dreaming about me?
Swallowing tightly, I try to ignore the sudden surge of need that explodes in my stomach, biting back a moan as he kisses my neck properly, the hand at my crotch moving faster as his fingers probe closer to me, trying to find my sensitive spots. His deep voice resonates in my ears, his accent much stronger now as I whimper from the sound of it, always having wondered what it would be like when he got intimate.
"Ah…(Y/n)...more…" He groans into my neck, punctuating each word with a squeeze of my breast, his grip tight but still careful.
"Major, you...ah...need to wake up!" I force out from behind gritted teeth, squeezing my eyes shut as the heel of his hand presses into the spot right above my clit, a bolt of pleasure shooting through me, "Come on, please! You have to wake up!"
When nothing happens, I go to grab at his arms, pulling on them in the hopes of at least drawing them away from my body.
"Major! You have to stop!" I plead with him, writhing in his grip in an attempt to get away, the movements futile thanks to his ridiculously strong hold on me, "Come on, Dutch, please!"
"What...what's going...on?" He finally murmurs, voice husky, words slightly slurred from lack of orientation.
As usual, however, he is quick to wake properly, his body going tense as he realises what position we're in, his breath hitching sharply at the realisation. Swiftly, he moves his hands and climbs off of me, retreating to his own part of the cave we camped out in, expression guilt-stricken and worried.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I had no idea! I apologise if I made you uncomfortable, i didn't mean to...It's just been a long while since…I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." The veteran rambles, before standing up and going outside, most likely to check whether any of our traps have been sprung or not, though it is also highly likely that he's trying to avoid an awkward conversation. As he walks, he adjusts himself, trying to avoid eye contact with me.
Sighing, I shake my head and go to get up, stretching out my sore muscles as I ignore the aching need still coursing through my body.
Part of me had hoped he'd finish the job.
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