𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 彡 [jjk oneshots]

ミ✮ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭┆[t. fushiguro]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3517

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which an unwanted union between a naïve sorcerer and a standoffish man forces her to seek out extreme measures

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content, strong language, arranged marriage, bare minimum dialogue, talk of attempted murder + an actual instance of it because dramaaa, angst, age gap (10+ years), sMUTttt (don't @ me if it's bad cause i haven't written spicy content in so long), porn with a little plot, rough sex, possessive behavior, dubious consent, bit of degradation, creampie, the feminism evaporated from my body w/ this one

𝐕. 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 — silly little repost :) i wanted to revamp a few things...which took me literal months. i also do not condone the toxic dynamics in this chapter.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 as a shadow, the girl closed the door behind herself cautiously, slightly cringing each time the wood made even the slightest creaking noise. She felt herself ready to act out a more practical approach compared to her usual sleeping pill-in-alcohol routine. Clearly, she was no good at "accidentally" causing an overdose. Perhaps a knife to the throat would do. It—in the young woman's mind—seemed painless and quick. She was acting irrationally and the deepest part of her conscious mind knew this all too well.

I really shouldn't do this. Taking a life is immoral. The Gods will punish you for such a terrible deed. You are a strong, capable young girl, spoke the sensible portion of her brain...

...but then the arbitrary majority of her innermost thoughts blinded the young woman with words consisting of: It's only a life for eternal happiness. It's not like he's a good man. He has killed many people. He is part of a growing legacy. The death of one Zen'in will not matter. Plus, he's the reject of his clan. It's simply self-preservation.

Moving away from the door of their shared bedroom silently, [Y/N] thickly swallowed as her fingers turned white while she gripped the kitchen knife in her hand. Her nostrils flared once her wavering eyes landed directly on the man whom she despised more than her own father—the one responsible for her recent marriage. Toji lay on his back atop the decent-sized bed, still fully clothed yet seemingly in a rather deep sleep. The candles in the room assisted by the moonlight crawling in through the slit between the barely drawn curtains gave [Y/N] just enough luminance to guide her to her husband's stagnant body.

The end of the young woman's sheer, lacy nightgown was twirled around by a sudden gust of wind slipping into the room through the partially cracked open window and [Y/N] shuddered as the cold air hit her barely covered body. Still, the sorcerer persisted. Upon reaching the end of the bed, the young woman climbed onto the soft surface with the metal weapon still in her grasp—moonlight reflecting off the polished material ominously. [Y/N] steadily—on all fours—scooted further up the bed beside Toji's figure, anxiously biting down on her lower lip and almost drawing blood.

Then again, that wouldn't be the only blood the [Y/L/N] girl would draw that night if her plans proved successful and that thought still crossed her mind. Taking a moment to observe the guy she was forced to wed, the young woman was once again hounded by the truth: Toji was a handsome man, damaged physically by a plethora of incidents due to his sketchy line of work and other such conflicts. It was indeed a shame. [Y/N] pitied the entirety of the predicament. She and Toji may have had success in their marriage had he not been morally irredeemable. The young woman sighed to herself as she made her final decision. Slowly straddling the older man's torso, the sorcerer—with tears of relief in her eyes—placed the tip of the knife to her husband's jugular without any sort of remorse.