ohahururi

[ohahururi]

You really couldn't escape, could you?

It's true, he's gotten unkind, and his grip is too tight when he comes back home. On nights you know he might not come back, you find a part of your gut saying,

'Maybe it's best. Maybe, maybe you won't have to look over your shoulder anymore.'

'Anything can change.' You remember him saying one day, encasing your waist with an ever overbearing touch.

And you agreed. Anything could.

So his soft nips at your neck weren't as soft as before- and yes they are loving- but it is with a cruel mix in his gaze, his paranoia tells you plenty.

And now- you're not sure if you like this new him, but you're helpless as you feel it grow and grow without temperament.

You know this, when you're underneath him and left a writhing mess- you feel it when every inch of your body feels like his somehow- the marks etching his needs and wants- his need of you.

And it's irrefutable when you finally send the papers to his base- stamped with your signature and a rather formal end to what he felt was his own fairytale back at home.

You're his sweetheart, in his home. No- in both of yours.

Where you'll be, until you can finally come to your senses.

Just where did you think were you going anyway where he couldn't find you?

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[ohahururi]

Price trying to teach reader self-defense for when he’s gone and being creepy and fear mongering abt it 🤕

"No, no. Like this, you see?" He begins to direct your odd movements and shows you the stark difference- between experience and confusion do you make the connection of his rather tense fists.

"Right.." You pronounce slowly, eyeing the ways his muscles bulge, and cuff out at the sides of his forearms. Or the appeal of his scent, gruff and full of nature.

"So uh.. like this?" You try your best to initiate his movements and he clicks his tongue, pushing himself into your space like you were the one who gave him an invitation. His hips meet you from behind and he's gripping so tightly- like he's afraid of something.

"I'll teach you. Now pay attention." His voice lowers, and Price brings the scruff of his beard close enough to itch your nape- effectively making your skin tingle with a crawl of unease.

"Things can go wrong at any moment. You've got to learn how to .. use your body." His breath picks up, sucking in air through clenched teeth.

"Understood?"

"R-right." You regain composure, your eyes blinking away the beginning of discomfort at your gut- just focus. Focus, focus.

But you can't really, not when he's practically puppeteering you into different positions- giving commands like you'll follow them on your own- when he's just right there to move your every muscle beside you.

"With this, you should be.. good to go." Price takes a step back, adjusting the equipment laced around his waist.

You'd like to say this is the final private lesson you'll get, but you know better.

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[ohahururi]

To be born wrong is very painful.

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[ohahururi]

I really like to write. I think I'll post my writing here.

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