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Was finishing up part 2 of Recruit and this baby decides she wants to take a nap on my lap

My baby wasabiiii

[d-mouse]

Dumb

John Price x Fem!Reader

TW: NSFW

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You never thought you'd get yourself in this situation.

Being forced to sit on a desk as someone does whatever they want with you. Eat you up, licking and sucking at your cunt like a thirsty mess, finger fucking you like they know how every inch of your body, inside and out, works. With a finger in and a tongue flicking your clit, you were already having to hold back your moans, but now, four fingers in and a thirsty man on his knees for you, you have to grab his hair and push him deeper into you, but all you grab is a hat, pushing his head in nonetheless.

This man who is eating you out like he's wanted it for centuries is your Captain.

Captain John Price, on his knees for you, eating you up like you've never been eaten out before.

You feel weak, your legs only staying around his shoulders because he's keeping them there, grabbing at the flesh of your thighs as he feels your trembles against him. You can't help but let yourself fall back on the desk, your breaths barely controlled as tears build up in your eyes from overstimulation.

At one point, right when you were about to have the best orgasm of your life, John stops. He stood up, staying between your thighs, his hands keeping them in place as he leaned down to face you and began placing love bites on your neck. You could feel his cock against your trembling cunt, his tip brushing over your hole like a fucking tease as if wetting itself up. You begged John to put it in, but he just kissed your neck and bit it gently, his hands grabbing your thighs.

After a while of his insufferable teasing, he whispers to your ear.

"Be a good girl and keep quiet."

Before you can even process his words, he thrusts inside you, staying in deep as he feels your walls adjusting to him, having him fit perfectly inside you, like his perfect little glove. He groans against your ear and puts a hand over your mouth before you moan out. He knows you're loud, and he loves it. But the last thing he needs is the team complaining about the noise and being nosy about what caused it.

He kept you quiet, but you just became dumb as he fucked you, his cock thrusting deep inside you, fitting in perfectly, massaging the spongy walls inside you. Your hands were on his wrists. One on the hand that kept your hips still, and the other on the hand that kept your mouth shut. You were his, and he was making sure you knew that.

As the orgasm hit him, after multiple had hit you, he groaned into your ear, a soft, dominant whimper escaping his throat as he thrusted deep inside you, letting out his load to fill up your tummy. You would probably complain about the fact he could've gotten you pregnant and that it wouldn't be good since that was basically a one night stand that was happening. But at the time, you were too fucking dumb and aroused to give a fuck. The only fuck you gave was his...

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A/N

Sooo yes this is smut because why the fuck not, I love Price too much to not fantasize about this.

Hope you enjoyyyyed

Bye byeee

[d-mouse]

Recruit // Part 1

"Little Mouse"

TW: Mention and presence of guns.

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Task Force 141.

Oh my gods, you ought to either be high, dead, or dreaming. You thought it was just a normal deployment, but you had no idea how hard it actually was to get into this one task force.

Captain John Price stood on the field where your helicopter was landing. His expression was stoic as ever, his muscular and hairy arms crossed as he watched you jump out with a bag or two. His bearded face looked nothing but unamused as you walked to him, greeting him with a respectful nod.

"Captain." You spoke up, greeting him as your hands gripped your bags.

You awaited Price's response, but for a few moments, he analyzed you, eyeing you up and down, noting how your body was as muscular as a female body could become without losing curves. You looked promising. He finally met your gaze, a warm and welcoming smile appearing in his lips like the first visitor of a ghost town.

"Your sergeant speaks highly of you. He says you were called... little mouse?" Price sounded like he was having fun mentioning your callsign, a previous insult. His face didn't lose the smile as he waited for your reaction, his arms crossed on his chest.

Your eyes fluttered wide open, surprised by the mention. But, being used to the usual military humor, you shook it off with a small chuckle.

"Mouse, Captain. They call me Mouse." Your lips let out a few words, correcting him in a respectful way. But then again, you had no say in what your new Captain would call you.

You could see Price's eyes softening a bit as you reciprocated his good-natured humor. He kept a mental note that you were one to joke around with.

After a few seconds of silence, sometimes interrupted by a small scoff, you spoke up, your eyes filled with determination and eagerness to be of service. Your back straightened as you spoke, your head high as you looked at Price, the one you now answered to.

"Where do you want me, captain?"

Okay, off topic, but if he told me to get on all my tactical fours, I would with no hesitation. Gotta sacrifice for the mission, guys... I'll take the hit.

Before we go back to where we were, I do not apologize for my personal thoughts getting in the way because I know many of you think the same of at least one person in 141 and friendlies.

Price met your determined gaze, and a small breath escaped his nostrils as he looked over at the building behind him. Training area, shooting range, and obstacle course. Those were the activities you'd meet inside once you stepped into the building.

"Come with me, little mouse." Price couldn't help but call you that. he knew the story behind it, but it just sounded too cute and ironic not to use.

You shook your head softly with a smile as you realized you wouldn't be rid of that little rodent persona anytime soon.

You could see soldiers in the shooting range, in the individual stalls as the guns went off, the sounds of bullets hitting the metal targets being heard quite often. You followed behind Price as he walked over to the gun storage. He motioned you to put your bags somewhere on the ground before handing you an M4A1. Your eyes roamed over the gun as your fingers felt the material. You've always been a fan of guns, and having one in your hands always excited you as if it were the first time. The soft adreneline beat in your chest like a timebomb, earning to feel the retaliation of the gun against your shoulder as you pulled the trigger.

Price noticed how you eyed the gun with something close to admiration, if not purely it. He uncrossed his strong arms, patting your shoulder once before walking to an emtpy stall of the shooting range. You quietly followed behind, getting the hint as he walked away.

Price leaned on the wall that separated each individual stall, looking at you and then at the targets. He crossed his arms once again, and his back leaned against that small wall as his gruff voice reached your ears.

"I want you to show me what you've got, recruit. I've read over your files, but you understand that seeing it all in person is always different."

Your gaze was focused on him as he spoke, your chest rising and falling in calm breaths as you held the M4A1 in your hands, taking in each of his words. It was like your brain automatically stored each sound that came out of his mouth.

You didn't need to answer him. You could just start shooting. But you nodded nonetheless with a soft smile, your voice blurting out an eager answer.

"I'll give you 120%, Captain."

At the sound of your words, Price looked at you, a hint of surprise gleeming in his eyes. He wasn't expecting an answer, much less one like that. He smiled softly and nodded in response before giving you a verbal answer.

"I'm waiting, little mouse."

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A/N

Heyy everyone, thank you for reading! I was a bit unsure of whether to post what I already had prepared or if I'd write more and then post it at once. But I figured that maybe I could manage posting a bit of the story, 3500 to 4500 or more characters, every day. I don't have that busy of a life, but I do dedicate myself to my responsibilities. I'll see what I can do regarding the schedules of the post.

Again, thank you so much for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Feel free to reach out to me through dms or the comments, give ideas, or say whatever you want.

I proofread the post, but let me know if I missed anything! English isn't my first language, so I do apologize if there are any grammatical mistakes or poorly worded sentences.

Bye byee

[d-mouse]

Recruit // intro

After years of training and spent effort, you, Mouse, finally get deployed to work with Task Force 141. You're eager, and you've got a...strange personality for a soldier. But you're good. You're really good.

Let's see if army life gets you killed! Or maybe laid.

TW free

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Army life can not be an easy life to willingly follow. Many are unable to come back home to their families, and those who do come home come with deep wounds, both physical and psychological.

Yet here you are, three years of military school completed, a diploma in your hand, and your drill sergeant congratulating you as he shakes your hand.

You're one of the few women graduating. Not because women are weak, but because the school is sexist. Oh, but you weren't gonna give them a single reason to deny your entry. You had the best grades in the physical and written exams, an excelent performance in the psychological exam, even tho you didn't really understand how someone could be graded based on their psychological behavior and way of thinking. After an unholy amount of effort, you were accepted in the academy a few cities away from your hometown. Graduation day was something you didn't just look forward to, but you worked hard every single day to achieve it.

The routine in the academy was fairly simple. Wake up at 0500, shower and basic hygiene, breakfast, and getting dressed to be in the field at 0600. From there, your drill sergeant was in charge of every single one of your movements. And if you answered wrong... Well, you'd be mopping rain. Answering wrong wasn't necessarily just being disrespectful, even tho that was not an exception. If the sergeant said one and you answered with two, but he wanted three, you'd be mopping rain. If the sergeant said sit and you sat, but he wanted you sat criss cross and you weren't, you'd be mopping rain. If the sergeant said move and you moved too much or too little, mopping rain. If the sergeant said woo and you didn't say waa, mopping rain... If the sergeant - Well, you get the drill already.

Ahaha, get it? Drill? Drill sergeant? Pls laugh

Back into the story, the academy wasn't too bad. A few messed up people here and there... A few friends here and there as well, but, in general, you were glad you worked as hard as you did to get where you were.

Oh, and nicknames. Well, callsigns are also a name for it. You know some cute ones from the academy, and, by cute, I mean unhinged and probably not a name you should call someone on the street.

Jasmin. A grown man who always shaved his beard and drank tea to relax in the morning. He was made fun of, naturally, in a good-natured way, for probably being gay.

Princess. A fully grown man, tall like a light post, trained every muscle you could imagine in the human body every single day.

Wasabi. Some dude who decided it was a good idea to eat a spoonful of wasabi.

Not all of them were strange, unhinged, and probably seen like an insult outside context. There were some normal and cool ones, too.

Fox. A guy who was sly like a fox.

Shark. A girl who got bit by a shark once.

Bell. Just some odd callsign for a person, but normal nonetheless.

And then there was you. Mouse. You'd gotten the callsign from your drill sergeant, who was constantly calling you "little mouse." It was an insult. Meant as an insult, said as an insult. Nothing about it was good. It was about calling you small, weak, useless, and a coward.

But did you turn the meaning around...

A mouse. In the Oxford Dictionary, a small rodent that typically has a pointed snout, relatively large ears and eyes, and a long tail.

In their eyes, you were weak, small, a coward, too dumb to do anything but eat cheese... like a mouse.

In your eyes, the definition was a bit different. Small? Perfect for stealth. Pointed snout, equivalent to a good sense of smell. Large ears? Listening in on enemy intel. Large eyes? Great sight and precision in shooting. A long tail? Well, you weren't sure what to make of that, but it wasn't necessarily bad. Tails help with balance, after all.

Your callsign had become Mouse. Everyone called you that. And in that day, in your graduation, it became your official callsign.

"Small mouse makes it to the top after all." Your drill sergeant mutters out through his thick mustache as he shakes your hand firmly, his calloused and rough fingers from years of experience wrapping around your strong hands, ready to become used up by the years in the army you were signing up for.

All you do is give him a soft, yet respectful smile, and a nod. You've learnt to keep your mouth shut. It's hard, but you manage. The mysterious vibe fits you better in those type of environments, anyway.

It was only a matter of time before you were deployed after graduation. After a lot, and I mean a lot of consideration over at the high tables, you were finally deployed. Six months in an out of country base, in Mexico, as a recruit of Task Force 141.

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A/N

Hi everyone! My name is Deya, and I have just created this account for the sole purpose of reading Price fic without having to try and find a good wattpad. Seeing everyone writing so freely and with basically no restraint sorta gave me confidence to start posting my own work here. It's sort of a self insert, but I've worded it so that it can be you in here, as well. I'm not sure how this will play out in likes and stuff, but I do have many more parts of the story in mind. I might keep posting it, in here, separated by parts, but all the same since I don't plan on writing anything else (for now).

But yeah! Let me know if you enjoy my content, and that'll certainly motivate me to keep posting my work here.

Also, I proofread it, but let me know if I missed anything! English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if I worded anything not in the best way.

Bye Byee