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who's a heretic now? | ryomen sukuna

summary: there's a witch hunt on and you've been found guilty of dabbling with the occult, it’s sukuna’s job to punish you for your sins.

word count: 3.5k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, non-con, public humiliation, boot licking, cum eating, he gets you off on his shoe idk what to tag that, blow jobs, piv, dacryphilia, bondage, pet play (kinda), dead dove, this is filth im ngl

authors note: @ccazimi ever since I read sanguine nostra I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the foot humping scene and needed to write something with that kink omg

If anyone hasn't read Currit in Sanguine Nostra I highly recommend it, it’s one of my absolute favourite sukuna fics!

You should’ve been more careful.

Too many people had been coming to your door lately, too many people spreading the word of your ‘miracle cures’ that could resolve even the gravest of ailments.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when the righteous mob showed up at your door, with their torches and their pitchforks, cursing you as an abomination of god. A witch. An evil that desperately needed to be purged from this world.

The men broke your windows, forcing their way into your little cottage, gripping you firmly as they smashed up your poultices and herbs. Their hands were harsh on your skin, dragging you out onto the grass and forcing you to watch as they set your home ablaze, cackling at the fear on your face.

But you were nothing if not a fighter, and even through the fear you kicked and you hissed and you made things difficult.

Because your only aim in that moment was for them to kill you right here, to get them so angry that they would decide you weren’t worth dragging back to their master.

The last thing you wanted was to be delivered to their master.

He was a despicable man, the one who was responsible for all these recent witch hunts. He was renowned for his cruelty, killing wasn’t enough for him - he liked to play, enjoyed torturing each victim for his own amusement.

You’d only seen him once, but the memory of his deep crimson eyes when he’d looked at you was seared permanently in your brain. It had felt like he’d seen right through you that day, grinning at you with a manic expression as blood dripped from his lips, the ‘witch’ that he had burnt and eaten still laying at his feet.

Every night you’d see that image when you closed your eyes, as though his face was burnt into your retinas.

You knew that one day he would come for you too.

His men were strong, unbothered by your struggles. They bound your hands behind your back with rope, tying your ankles together too. Someone stuck a ball of fabric on your mouth, grunting at you to ‘stop making so much fucking noise’.

Dragging you by your hair, they brought you kicking and sobbing to the centre of your little village, up to the wooden platform where many other women had met grizzly fates. Their master wasn’t present, and for a moment you had a flicker of hope that this would be quick, that they’d burn you at the stake and you could float off into the afterlife.

But luck had never been on your side, because as you were tossed onto the platform he came into view: Ryomen Sukuna, leader of this holy crusade against ‘evil’. The crowd parted for him, both his own men and the village folk shying away from him, desperate not to draw too much of his attention. He was a hulking monster of a man, unbelievably muscular with his body covered in sharp black tattoos.

You looked up at him through your tear-blurred eyes, fear seizing your heart as his red eyes met yours, a playful glint in them that told you that he was going to have plenty of fun with you before he let you meet your end.

He stepped onto the wooden platform, crouching down before you and gripping a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up forcefully so that he could get a better look at you, the wicked smirk on his face sending your heart racing.

“Aren't you a pretty one?” He purred, his free hand moving to your chin, turning your head left and right, inspecting you carefully. You wanted to spit at him, to scream at him, held back by the gag in your mouth and your own fear that giving him a reaction would worsen your punishment.

“Mmmm, very pretty.” He continued as his gaze raked down the rest of your body. “Haven’t had a pretty little thing like you in a while. It would be a real waste to burn you up right away.” Your body froze up at the implication in his tone, and he must’ve noticed because he let out a low chuckle. “Don’t look so scared, there are worse punishments - be thankful.”

A moment later he was releasing your hair and face, dropping you back to the floor for a mere second of respite before his big hands were tearing at your cotton dress, ripping it clean in half. You let out a shriek through your gag, desperately trying to scramble away, your bound hands dragging against the floor beneath you.

He grabbed you easily, crouching behind you as he propped you up on your knees, presenting you to the crowd. You felt humiliation settle deep within your gut, wishing that your hands weren’t bound so you could at least cover your breasts from the eyes of the onlookers.

Sukuna’s men were cheering, hungry eyes roaming over your naked form. Many of the village folk were doing their best to avert their gaze. So many of them had known you well, had come to you when they needed help.

You felt Sukuna move behind you, bringing his lips close to your ear. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you.” He ordered quietly. “Because if you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to share you with my men.” Your body was quivering, in complete disbelief that you’d even ended up in this situation.

Satisfied that you were at least somewhat compliant, Sukuna reached around and pulled the makeshift gag from your mouth. “There we go, I want to hear all the pretty little sounds you’ll make for me.” He hummed, before moving his hands to your breasts, pulling you back into his chest as he fondled them roughly, his fingers moving to pinch harshly at your nipples.

You let out a whimper, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment, not wanting to see the faces in the crowd while Sukuna touched you like this. Your heart was racing as he toyed with your breasts, humiliated by the way that your nipples peaked under your touch, by the wetness that you could feel growing between your legs at each tug, as though your body was actually enjoying this.

“Please stop.” You whispered hoarsely, praying that he had at least a shred of humanity to appeal to.

“Stop?” He asked, with faux concern, fingers still brushing over your nipples.

“I don’t want this.” Tears were gathering at your lash line, would crying make him more or less likely to take mercy on you?

“That’s okay.” He cooed. “We can do something else.” And in an instant he was shoving you face-down onto the floor, standing over you as you peered up at him. He didn’t allow you a moment to beg, before he was stepping in between your legs and pressing the tip of his leather boot against your exposed pussy.

You let out a yelp of surprise, completely helpless as he grinded his boot against your flesh. It was a humiliating sensation, but you could feel yourself growing wetter, the friction of the leather against your clit sending shockwaves through your body with each slow rotation of his foot.

Against your own will, you felt pressure building in your gut. Tears were seeping freely from your eyes now as Sukuna’s laugh echoed around the square. It felt good, disgustingly good, you couldn’t let yourself come undone here in front of these people.

“Feel good, little witch?” He asked condescendingly.

“No–” You gasped out desperately.

He tutted at you. “It's a sin to lie, you know.” He started to move his foot a little faster. “You know, I feel like I’m doing all the work. How about you fuck yourself on my boot.” You looked back at him in horror at the suggestion, but the cruel look that he shot back at you reminded you of his threat to pass you around his men if you disobeyed.

So as his foot stilled, you found yourself moving your hips slowly, grinding your core against the top of his boot, moans slipping from your lips each time you grazed your clit against the leather. “Thaaaatt’s it.” he encouraged. “Cum on my boot, little witch.”

You squeezed for eyes shut as you moved yourself quicker, feeling that pressure in your gut build and overflow as you came, fluids spilling over the leather. You could hear whoops and cheers from the crowd, Sukuna’s men throwing out lewd suggestions on what their master should do to you next.

He grinned down at you for a moment before examining his boot, gazing at the clear liquid that now covered it. “Little sluts should clean up their messes, don’t you think?”

Stepping around you, he stood in front of your head, the tip of his boot by your face. His red eyes were staring down at you expectantly, waiting for you to act. You wanted to recoil, to tell him that he’d already humiliated you enough, but you were well aware that this was tame for him.

Humiliation coursing through you, you lifted your head and brought your face to his boot, keeping your eyes firmly on the ground as your tongue darted out and began to lap up your juices from the leather. The taste had you pulling back on instinct, but the second you reared back he was placing his other foot atop your head, gleefully forcing you back down.

“Goood girl.” He cooed. “Make sure you lap it all up like a good little whore.”

You did as he said, your nose pressing against the leather as you began to lick his boot, trying not to retch as you did so. You were so focussed on your task that you barely registered Sukuna pulling an item from his belt, only noticing when the tresses of a flogger slapped hard against your back.

Pain seared through your skin, and you jolted at the impact, once again trying to pull back, only for him to shove you back down with his foot once more. “I didn’t say you could stop.” He hissed as he brought the flogger down on your back once more, hitting you with it over and over until you were sure that your back was bleeding and fully mangled with marks.

Tears were streaming freely down your cheeks, but the whole time you continued to lick his shoe, doing as he asked like some obedient little pet.

It felt like hours had passed when he finally pulled away from you, dropping the flogger and moving his foot away from your face. He crouched down and gripped your chin harshly, smirking as you forced you to look at him. You probably looked like a mess, with your tear-stained cheeks and slick spread around your mouth.

“So obedient.” He praised. “Maybe your occult practices were just a misunderstanding! Perhaps you just needed a strong hand to put you in your place, lead you to salvation.” A small glimmer of hope rose in your chest, maybe if you were good enough he’d let you live, let you go free.

If you could just please him, this would all be over.

He released your face for a moment as he fumbled with his belt, pulling off his clothes and standing bare before you. He didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the crowd, and you could see why - his cock was bigger than any that you’d seen before, impossibly thick and long. You felt a sense of doom in your chest at the sight of it. He’d rip you apart.

“Show me.” He said. “Worship me and prove that you want to repent for your sins.” Taking a step forward, he pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, pre-cum smearing unpleasantly across your face.

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth obediently, letting him slip his cock into you. It was hard to open your jaw wide enough to fit it inside you, already choking with only half of him down your throat. His hands found his way firmly into your hair as you tried to pull back for air, keeping you in place for a moment before forcing you further down his cock.

More tears were falling now, it felt like you were suffocating as his tip grazed harshly against the back of your throat. The roars from the crowd were deafening, and you hated that anyone was seeing you like this, drool dripping from your mouth as you struggled to appease this monster. You closed your eyes and hoped that it would be over soon.

Gripping your hair tightly, he started to fuck into your mouth, moving his hips with harsh snaps. Your hands were desperately trying to push against the rope that had them restrained behind your back, struggling to keep balanced in this vulnerable position, with Sukuna jolting you so violently.

“Look at me.” He growled. Your eyes fluttered open and you tilted your head up to look at him. He gave you a cruel smile as he kept his eyes on yours, evidently enjoying the sight of you with his cock stuffed down your throat. “You’re such a little slut, huh? Say it.”

At first you did nothing, unsure how you were meant to follow his command with your mouth full. But the harsh contact of his palm slapping you across the cheek brought you swiftly back to reality, where whatever Sukuna wanted, Sukuna got. “Say it. Slut.” He said between thrusts, grunting a little from the pleasure you were granting him.

You tried speaking, your words coming out all garbled as you tried to get them out around his cock, saliva dripping down your chin and onto your breasts. Sukuna laughed and slapped you across the face for a second time. “I can’t hear you, say it louder whore.”

“-‘m a slut!” You cried out, your words slurred but comprehensible.

“You are.” Sukuna praised, jerking your head more violently now as he approached his release, fucking your mouth with no regard for your discomfort. “Fuck, keep it open, just like that-” A few more thrusts and he was spilling his cum into your mouth. The salty taste of it made you want to retch but he kept your head firmly in place. “Swallow it.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to swallow his load, fighting desperately with your body to keep it down as he pulled out from you. The last thing you wanted was to throw up on the stage, for such an act of disobedience there was no way that he would spare you. Sukuna watched you for a moment, perhaps anticipating an act of defiance, shooting you a satisfied look at the realisation that you were waiting compliantly for his next move.

He turned towards the crowd, beckoning over one of his men, ordering him to bring a chair. You watched with anxious anticipation as Sukuna’s henchman ran into a house and came back with a wooden chair under his arm, handing it to Sukuna, who placed it down in the middle of the stage, taking a seat upon it.

You stared at him, unwilling to move until he gave you orders to do so. If that would keep him from eating you alive, keep him from employing all sorts of medieval torture methods on you, keep him from letting you be enjoyed by all his men - then you would do whatever he asked.

“Come here, pet.” He ordered. You crawled over to him pathetically, struggling to do so with your legs and hands still tied. His hands found their way into your hair, patting your head in praise before reaching down and picking you up.

He turned you so that you were facing away from him, making sure that the crowd had a full view of your body. He placed you in his lap, the length of his cock pressed against your pussy. He was already hard again after cumming in your mouth. You were no fool, you knew what was coming next.

“Please.” You mumbled. “Not in front of the crowd.”

“No?” He asked against your ear. One of his hands had moved down to your clit, circling it tenderly while his other hand pinched at your nipple, your body tensing under his touch.

“At l-least let me face away from them.”

“Aw, pretty little witch, that’s not going to happen.” He said in a saccharine tone. “You’re an abomination to this world, engaging with the occult is a sin. You need to be punished for it.”

His hand moved from your clit down to his cock, rubbing it against your opening teasingly. You tensed up each time he got close to pushing the tip in, feeling embarrassed by the joy he was taking in your reactions.

“This is your repentance.” He whispered, his breath warm against your neck and shoulder as he slowly pressed his cock into you. You let out a strangled whine at the insane stretch of him entering you, feeling like he was going to split you in half.

He paid no mind to your whining, and fully sheathed himself into you, letting out a satisfied groan as he bottomed out inside you. You forced your eyes shut once more, unable to cope with the sight of the crowd watching you get split open on Sukuna’s length.

Sukuna’s hands made their way underneath your knees, pulling your legs back and pinning them against your chest, spreading you open and holding you close against his chest in a full nelson, making sure that the crowd had the best possible view of you as he started to thrust aggressively into your pussy.

It hurt, he was so big that it felt like he was in your guts with each thrust. But there was some sick part of your brain that thought it felt good. Your pussy squeezing around him with each movement, eager to keep him in. It was disgusting.

“Open your eyes.” Sukuna rasped against your ear.

“Please- no!” You responded, hoping that at the very least he’d give you this, that he’d grant you the opportunity to retain some shred of your dignity.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He growled, making a particularly violent thrust into you that had you seeing stars.

Your lashes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the light of the mob's torches. Your eyes darted to the crowd, heart speeding up with terror as you took in just how many people were watching you right now. Sukuna’s men were going wild at the sight of you, a few of them even going as far as pumping their own cocks in their hands, getting off at the sight of their master fucking you like this.

But what made you feel more disgusted with your situation was the sight of the other villagers. Most of them were staring at the floor in shame, knowing that they were powerless to help, but respectful enough of you to not watch. Others, including some men who had come to visit you for remedies in the past, were watching with the same interest that Sukuna’s men were. It made you feel sick.

“There we go.” Sukuna whispered. “Keep your eyes on them, acknowledge that you deserve this. It was your own sinful actions that led you here.” Your lip quivered but you nodded, agreeing with his statement. “Say it out loud, little witch. Say ‘I deserve this’.”

“I deserve this.” You mumbled, letting out a gasp as his cock grazed a particularly sensitive point inside you. That familiar pressure in your gut was building up once more, your body infatuated with the sensation of Sukuna’s thick cock filling you up.

“Louder. Let all of them hear it.” He hissed.

“I deserve this.” You cried out desperately, Sukuna’s men responding with a gleeful cheer.

“Good.” He praised, taking a moment to adjust himself beneath you a little, the new angle seemingly allowing him to hit even deeper into your pussy as he sped up, his fingers digging so hard into your legs that you were confident he was leaving bruises.

Your brain felt like it was turning into mush, letting him use you as he liked, being moved up and down his cock like you weighed nothing. Your vision was blurring, and you could no longer see the crowd, too lost in the pleasure that Sukuna’s cock was providing you.

It felt like you were reaching the edge, that knot in your gut tightening and your body starting to tremble. “That’s it, you gonna cum on my cock?” You were too fucked out to answer him, your body convulsing as the knot snapped, your orgasm coursing through you and your pussy tightening hard around his cock.

He laughed, keeping up the pace and chasing his own release, your body going completely limp in his arms as he released inside you, pumping you with his cum until he was completely drained. His cock slipped out of you, and he held you there for a moment longer, letting the crowd watch his cum slowly seep from your pussy.

As he held you there, he pressed his lips against the shell of your ear almost affectionately. “I should burn you at the stake. But I think I’ll keep you for now.”

Your life wouldn’t be taken today. Yet you couldn’t help but wonder, would death be preferable to the future that he had in store for you?

#guys……..#iris has done it again #this was so hot omg

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